#max lord x gn!reader

[simpingcowboy]

A Late Night Call

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x GN!Reader, use of Y/N

Word Count: 1.5K+

Warnings: work place relationships, Maxwell being a softie

Summary: A late night call from your boss ends in an unexpected proposition.

A/N: Please accept this soft Maxie piece that's been laying in my drafts forever as an apology for being MIA <3 slowly getting back into writing! Ft. Raquel being an absolute gossip girlboss of a wingwoman

Max Lord sits impatiently by the phone. Eyes switching over to watch the time, doubts mounting with each click of the clock. Hands tracing up and down his thighs to stop from dialing the number.

He knows he shouldn't. It wasn't right. It wasn't professional. But he just had to. Max needed more than anything to hear your voice.

"A la mierda." Fuck it, Max hisses under his breath as he reaches for the hotel room phone quickly typing in your mobile phone number.

You slowly rose from your place in bed, where you'd been comfortably relaxing. The insistent ringing of the phone Max had given you. Making your way over to the phone you reluctantly press accept.

"Hello?" You answered in a sleepy voice.

"Good evening, Y/N" Max feels a tinge of shame for bothering you, but he can't deny the relief he feels at the sound of your voice. He'd missed you so much.

"Mr. Lord! I'm so sorry I wasn't expecting a call from you."

At the sound of Max's voice you feel much more awake than you were prior. Your boss and huge crush of the past year is calling you off the clock late at night. Initially, you're hit with concern; though some far back corner of your mind hopes for something more personal. But certainly that would not be the reason.

You straighten up and clear your throat. "It's rather late, is everything with the convention going fine?" You ask with concern.

"Late?" Max questions, glancing over at the clock by his bed it only reads 7:30 pm. He had given you an itinerary for the week he'd be off, meaning you should be finishing up at the office for the day.

"Yes Sir, it's 10:30 here. You're 3 hours ahead of us, Mr. Lord." You suppress the giggle in your throat.

Max dramatically slaps his hand to his forehead, internally cursing himself for forgetting. "Forgive me. You know how lost I am without you." He says in an attempt to charm you into excusing his mindlessness. "I hope I did not wake you? I can let you go if you need to rest."

His embarrassment is obvious by his tone of voice. You smile to yourself as you imagine him, blushing with his hand slapped over his forehead. The same way he always was when he'd made a mistake.

"It's not an issue Mr. Lord. You know I'm always available to you. What was it you were calling about? I'm not at the office, but I'm sure I can help."

"I just wanted to catch up with my favorite employee. Everything has been well? You and Raquel have everything under control?" A lie, but a good of an excuse as he could give at the present.

"Yes! It's been fine. The office has been a bit- boring since you've been gone, but we have everything under control." You say with confidence. With the exception of Raquel going on a very expensive lunch outing with a client all has gone to plan. Though your days were much more lonesome without Maxwell Lord to fill them with laughter.

"That's great to hear." He says with a pause.

"...Mr. Lord?"

"Yes?"

"Was um…was that all you needed?" As much as you loved talking to him, speaking outside of business hours, alone, in your home was confronting you with all your most personal feelings towards Maxwell. Felt as if you were on a late night call with a boyfriend not your boss.

"Oh I suppose it was." He says solemnly, desperate to not hang up the line yet. "But…we could- only if you want of course- talk a bit more…" he rambles, cutting himself off.

"I- I could do that…" a warmth comes over your face, burning hot. Suddenly very grateful he can't see you through the phone. "I'm not stealing you away from anyone, am I?"

You had never seen Max go on any dates, and he certainly was not married. Raquel also seemed fairly certain there was no one he was seeing in any sexual relations either. Still- you couldn't help but wonder. He could certainly get most anyone he wanted.

"No, I'm alone." Max states simply. "And I am not denying anyone your company?"

Max had never heard you mention any romantic partners, and according to Raquel you had been single the whole while you'd been employed under him.

"No, Mr. Lord. I'm all yours."

"If we're going to just talk, you can call me Max." He says blushing, wondering if you'll accept. He always wondered how your voice would sound saying his name.

You smile giddily into the phone, feeling like a high schooler, "Okay…Max."

Hearing you say his name makes him smile. His name sounds so good coming from your lips, "Much better."

There's silence for a moment as you both rack your brain for something to talk about. You cave first, succumbing to your usual talk..work.

"So umm… how has the convention been?"

"Good! I think we will be very busy for the next few months." He says excitedly.

"I knew you'd do amazing, Max. I'm sure we'll be able to handle the new work just fine!"

Max let's out a soft sigh, reclining back in the office chair. The hand not holding the phone moves to unloosen the tie around his neck, suddenly feeling much too tight. He wants more…not just work out of you. He just needs to know if you want that too.

"Y/N… May I ask you something?"

"You may."

"Do you like me?"

"Well- of course I do…You're a very good boss, and a good man." It was an odd question. He was not one to ask for reassurance, always effortlessly pulling up a confident facade.

Max chuckles softly, deciding on a more direct approach. His usual tone subdued down to a tender voice, "Good enough to go on a date with?"

"Mr. Lord-"

"Max." He quickly cuts you off.

"Max. What- why are you asking me that?" Your face grew hot from embarrassment. Was he humiliating you? Did someone tell him in an effort to undermine you?

"When I get back I'd like to take you out to dinner." Max says bluntly.

You nearly choke- "T-to dinner?" You repeat nervously, certainly he doesn't mean…

"Yes…if you'll have me that is. It can just be as coworkers, but I would like to go on a date with you. If it is, you'd like to go out with me too? Maybe that new Italian place you were talking about?" He asks gently, preparing his heart for you to reject him.

You feel your heart race. He doesn't usually date his employees, does he? No- Raquel definitely would have told you if he dated people in the office.

"Maxwell, are you sure? You are feeling okay, right?" Maybe this big convention had been too much for him.

"Yes." He says without hesitation. "I've wanted to ask you out for a while." Max anxiously fiddles with the telephone cord. "Will you allow me to escort you to dinner?"

"I would like that…" you reply shyly, trying not to sound too eager. You bite your lip to keep from dramatically exclaiming. "I would really like that, Max."

Max smiles in the comfort of his hotel. His heart jumping with joy. "I look forward to it. Umm…could you write that into my schedule?"

You laugh aloud, you were still his secretary afterall. "Of course, Mr. Lord" you say teasingly. "Should I secure you a reservation as well?" You add smiling.

"Yes…" he says smiling "That would be very helpful. Choose whichever seating you most prefer… I'll have Raquel help set up the rest of it." He says bashfully. "Have to let some of it be a surprise. "

Your heart beats in anticipation of your date. Your mind too is already racing with the question of what to wear. "I'll do that first thing tomorrow…Max."

"Y/N" He repeats your name back to you, a flirty tone evident in his voice.

A sudden yawn escapes through your throat. "I'm sorry-" You continue, trying to explain yourself.

"It's okay, Mi Amor. You should go to bed." Max hushes sweetly into the receptor, his voice softer than you've ever heard before. "I'll call you and Raquel tomorrow, okay?"

You want to stay on the line. You want to talk to him all night, but your drooping eyelids betray you. "I look forward to hearing from you tomorrow. Not so late this time though, please?"

He laughs, "No, not so late. I'll call around lunch time."

You nod your head mindlessly, "Sounds good."

Max smiles to himself, enjoying this relaxed playful side of you. "Goodnight, Darling. Sleep well."

"Sleep tight, Max." You murmur into the phone, reluctantly hanging up.

Max clutches the phone to his chest, unbelieving what just unfolded. A smile growing on his face, eyes lighting up like a school boy. "Te gusto…" he murmurs into the empty room. 'You like me…' Max may not truly be a confident man. Nor half the lady's man he claims to be, but if he's gotten you- he can't be all that bad after all.

Tomorrow, you'll wake up and question if it was a dream. And when Raquel vehemently interrogates you about it, the reality of what you agreed to will hit you like a freight truck…But for now, you're more than happy to crawl back into bed and drift off dreaming about your handsome boss taking you out to a romantic dinner.

[cyantomatos]

Wheel of Writing - Day 26

Pairing: Max Lord x gn!reader Prompt: Recreating your first date

Your first date was truly a disaster.

Max, still re-learning how to just be himself and not a public personality, met you at a time when he felt at his lowest. He had no money, he was barely clinging to custody of his son only because Alistair’s mother was an even worse parental prospect, and he had no idea where the rest of his life was going.

You felt like a ray of sunshine on his face after so long in the darkness.

When he finally worked up the courage to ask you out, it all seemed to fall apart.

He’d known from the start he couldn’t afford the kind of date he thought you deserved, but you seemed perfectly happy with coffee and a meal from the food truck that often set up in the park outside his apartment.

And the whole thing was a disaster.

He spilled hot coffee on himself, got tangled up in a dogs leash, dropped his own food in an effort to keep yours from tumbling to the ground, and somehow ended up face-first in one of the bushes lining the park path.

He thought for sure you’d give up on him then, not interested in finishing a date with a disaster like him, and he wouldn’t blame you for it.

Instead, you helped him out of the bush, fretting and worrying over him more than anyone he could remember as you tried to clean him up and checked for injuries.

Almost two years later, and he’s still waiting for the universe to catch up and realize it gave him a greater gift than he deserved.

He tries not to think about that though, pushing the thoughts away as he turns towards you, food in hand. The same food truck still regularly set up in the park, although he’d not lived in that apartment for a while. You’d been delighted at the idea of getting food from them again, fondness shining in your eyes as you pointed out that it was where he’d taken you for your first date.

He knew that, obviously. Max doubted he’d ever forget the day you proved you’d stand by him through his mistakes.

He just hoped you’d say yes to the question sitting heavy in a velvet box in his pocket.

[reareaotaku]

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[multi-kpop-fanfics]

Happy go-lucky boy! (sometimes not so happy)

pairing: best friend!Seokmin x gn!reader (ft. some of the sebongs)

genre: minor fluff, angst, comedy, best friends to lovers!AU, college!AU, slice of life

warnings: mentions of food, mutual pining, seungkwan our lord and saviour, hoshi is a mf idiot, kissing, jealousy, cursing, mentions of anxiety and panic attacks (they aren’t actually happening), seokmin is sad :(

word count: ~2.2k

summary: Seokmin is a bright person, full of love, especially for you - but it proves to be a little too overwhelming for him to handle.

Author’s note: Hi Madi @heartkyeom​! This is your @svthub​ secret santa calling <3 I know it’s cliche to write a fic for a Christmas gift, but I really hope this will cater to your tastes (and keep you on your toes for the next part hehe)~ Happy reading and happy holidays my love🤗

“Kwan”, Seokmin nudges his friend’s shoulder with a grin but the latter ignores him. “Seungkwaaaan”, the older male whines again, making Seungkwan roll his eyes in annoyance. 

“BOO SEUNG-”, “Will you shut up?”, he snaps his head towards Seokmin, dramatically putting his phone down on the table. “But you were ignoring me!”, “You were about to tell me about Y/N’s latest instagram post, weren’t you?”, he deadpans and Seokmin is left frozen in his spot. 

“H-How did you know?”, he asks while rubbing his nape and Seungkwan merely shows him the screen of his phone, the post in question clearly visible. “Oh”, “Yes, Seok, you’re not the only one who’s friends with Y/N and follow their profile”, “Ahahah, yes you’re right”, “But you are the only one who has a crush on them and is a complete coward about it-”, “I shouldn’t have bothered you at all”, Seokmin grumbles, crossing his arms in front of his chest. 

“Listen, I know you’re very fond of them and literally adore them, but you won’t win anything by sitting here, liking and commenting on their posts or going out with them for coffee or food or whatever while you’re walking next to them with fucking heart eyes”.

Seokmin hates it when Seungkwan gets brutal with his words - but what he hates the most is that Seungkwan is right about everything. 

But how is he supposed to make a move on you when you’re always so confident and a literal ball of sunshine?

His heart does somersaults whenever you post a selfie or a full bodied pic, in the cutest outfits, with bright colors and statement jewelry - if Y2K aesthetic was a person, it would be you.

But it’s not just the bright colors you’re usually sporting -  it’s your smile and radiant eyes that make him melt on the spot, whether he’s looking at you through the screen of his phone or in real life, in flesh and body.

All of his worries are skyrocketing to the max when he spots you at the cafeteria cashier, paying for your milk boba and you turn around, happily waving to him. He feels like he just got showered in ice, frozen in his seat and about to enter a panic attack.

“Dude, calm down, you’ll make it worse if you don’t relax!”, Seungkwan whisper yells at him, “I can’t fucking calm down - oh God, they’re almost here, Kwan, I’ll fucking pass out-”

“Good morning besties!”, you greet the two men with a big smile, “How are you doing on this fine day?”, fine my ass, Seokmin thinks - but a bit louder than he was supposed to. “Seok? What’s wrong?”, you ask him with a worried tone and he looks at you, frozen and eyes wide open, not knowing what to say.

His fight-or-flight instincts kick in and he mutters a faint ‘sorry’, bolting out of his seat and away from the table, leaving you and Seungkwan utterly baffled.

“What just…?”, “Don’t mind him, Y/N, he’s just…hella stressed lately”, Seungkwan makes up a kinda believable excuse, hoping you won’t catch up on what is really going on. “I might text him later, I’m worried about him”, you sit down, a pout forming on your lips. “I know you are, I am too”, Seungkwan exhales, “But knowing Seok, he hates making his friends worry about him, even if it’s something serious”.

Even if his friend loves him like he's the most precious person in the universe?, you mutter to yourself, fiddling with the straw of your boba, completely missing the way Seungkwan's eyes widen in shock. You didn't even notice that you said it louder than you thought you did, sighing as you take a sip of your beverage, slouching back in your seat - your mind is still occupied with Seokmin’s bizarre behavior and you pray to whatever higher being exists in the universe that you’re not the reason he acted that way.

“Um, Y/N, I should get going, class starts soon and Soonyoung will probably start wailing if he’s left alone”, Seungkwan clears his throat, “Where are you headed to?”, “Me? Um, I think I’ll go back to the dorms, my classes are over for today”, you reply nonchalantly. “Okay then”, the blond man gets up, “I’ll catch you later then. Oh, and cheer up a bit, everything’s gonna be okay!”, he says before sprinting away to make it in time for his class.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, huh…”, you mutter and leave the cafeteria, clutching the milk tea in your hand as you make your way back to your dorms, the taste of the beverage not feeling as sweet as it was a few moments ago.

Seokmin wants to disappear from the face of Earth after what happened today. 

He feels like the biggest idiotic asshole in the universe and the worst of all? He made you sad AND worried about him.

“Ughhhh you stupid, stupid fucking idiot dumbass!”, he curses in the pillow he grabbed and pushed on his face, practically screaming and kicking his feet (not in the cutesy way), all while his roommates are worriedly watching him behind the half open door of his bedroom.

“Do you think we should step in?”, Mingyu asks with an upset expression. “I would say no, but given the current situation and how he has been acting today, I guess we don’t really have any other choice”, Joshua sighs. 

“Um, I can hear you two”, Seokmin speaks with a defeated tone and his roommates shyly enter the room, awkwardly clearing their throats. “Aw come on, just speak”, he throws the pillow on his side, trying his best to sit up on the bed. “I’ll be honest with you, Seok, this isn't like you at all”, Joshua sits right next to his friend, “Can you at least tell us what’s going on?”. “What’s the point of telling you what’s wrong with me if I can’t solve it on my own?!”, Seokmin protests. “Are you fucking stupid? This is exactly why we’re here!”, Mingyu kneels in front of him. 

“Ew, Kim, kneeling? Really?”, “Shut up, Shua! Anyways, where was I? Oh, right”, the tall man picks up his train of thoughts, “What I’m trying to say is that we want you to tell us your troubles, because we’re your friends and we wanna help you”, “As much as I don’t want to admit it, Mingyu is right”, Joshua adds, his hand resting on Seokmin’s shoulder, making the man exhale in defeat.

“Okay fine, you won”, he shrugs, “I’m madly in love with Y/N but I don’t know how to confess to them because I’m a goddamn coward who has fucking heart eyes everytime I see them in person or one of their insta posts or whatever and I managed to make them upset today because I acted like a scaredy cat in front of them AND Seungkwan!”, he blurts out in one go, leaving his friends completely stunned.

“Well shit, dude”, Mingyu breaks the short-lived silence. “That’s all you have to say?!”, Seokmin asks with a baffled expression, “I literally spilled everything that has happened up until this morning!”, “Actually, I do have something to add”, Joshua chimes in, “Please do, I would love to hear your input”, “You’ve royally fucked up everything, Lee Seokmin”.

“Fuck you both”, he grumbles, falling back on the bed with a loud plop. “Hey, come on, buddy, it can’t be that terrible - nobody could ever hold a grudge against you, especially when you’re literally such a happy-go-lucky guy!”, Mingyu pats his back, “Besides, you could always text them back and explain yourself - you’re best friends with Y/N, so I doubt it’ll go that bad”. 

It’s as if a light bulb has lit up above Seokmin’s head and he grabs his phone, opening the chat he has with you, to see the familiar bouncing dots appear on his screen.

Y/N is texting…?, Seokmin notices and lets out a loud yell when he reads your message.

y/n <333: hey seok, sorry if i’m being nosy, but i wanted to check up on you…you seemed very upset earlier :(

“Why the hell are you yelling?!”, Mingyu whines, covering his ears, “Y/N texted me!”, Seokmin yells back in panic and the three men are instantly glued to the screen. “Are you seriously going to leave them on read?”, Joshua glares at his friend. “No, of course not! I’m just trying to think of a good answer”, “Oh my God, he’s so whipped”, “I fucking know, right?”, “Can you two shut the fuck up? Thanks”, Seokmin makes both of his friends stop simultaneously as he tries to type out a decent answer.

seokshine☀: hi y/n, sorry for earlier today :/ 

seokshine☀: i..didn’t want to worry you, just…some personal shit going on

“Well, at least you’re being honest…kinda”, Joshua mutters, which earns him a slap on the head from Mingyu, signaling him to stay quiet and just watch.

y/n <333: oh i see….

y/n <333: do you perhaps wanna talk about it? you know you can talk to me about anything

“Yeah, I fucking wish I could”, Seokmin scoffs, typing out his answer, his fingers calmly clicking on the screen, unlike the rest of his demeanor.

seokshine☀: it’s…kinda sensitive, i don’t feel very comfortable saying more rn :(

seokshine☀: sorry for that

Mingyu frowns as he reads the sent message, soothingly rubbing his friend’s back up and down. 

y/n <333: it’s okay! there’s no need to apologize, i won’t push you to do smth you don’t want to

“Fuck, stop being so nice to me”, Seokmin’s voice cracks, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. “Seokmin…”, Joshua looks at his friend, leaning closer to him.

y/n <333: um…i’ll go out with soonyoung tonight for ramen, do you wanna join us? it could lift your mood…

Tch….of course, that fucker, Seokmin scoffs, biting his lips out of frustration.

It’s not like he hated Soonyoung, not at all - on the contrary, Soonyoung is one of his closest friends. But the thought of you and him eating together, laughing and perhaps flirting (he knows how flirty Soonyoung can get when he’s in his comfort zone) makes him upset….and jealous.

“Uh oh…”, Mingyu grimaces and Joshua mirrors his expression, fully aware of how well you get along with Soonyoung - it was a very fine line, and one wrong reaction could blow up on Seokmin’s face. Badly.

seokshine☀: nah, i think i’ll stay home today

seokshine☀: don’t wanna be a party pooper today :”)

God, would he be one hell of a party pooper if he actually went.

y/n <333: aw :( 

y/n <333: if you wanna stay home, i’ll respect that

seokshine☀: ty for understanding me :’’)

y/n <333: don’t even mention it, that’s what friends are for <3

y/n <333: i will still miss you seok :(

Seokmin laughs dryly, tears now freely spilling from his eyes, staining his cheeks. He drops the phone on his bed, sobbing loudly, feeling lost and helpless. And it was all because he acted like a fool in front of you.

“Oh, buddy…”, Mingyu pouts and brings his friend in a warm hug, Seokmin’s head resting on his chest, as the brown haired man cries nonstop, “It’s okay, let it all out, we’re here now”.

Joshua silently stares at Mingyu, a puzzled expression on his face, as if he’s trying to ask what they should do to help their friend. But none of them have a good answer.

But maybe someone else does.

boo seungkwan: hey, dumbass

boo seungkwan: HEY

boo seungkwan: STOP LEAVING ME ON READ I KNOW YOU’RE ACTIVE

boo seungkwan: oh come on tiger bitch

tiger king: i’ll ignore the last word but now you have my attention

boo seungkwan: i hope so bcs things are serious this time

tiger king: how serious??

boo seungkwan: we must set up y/n with seok. asap

tiger king: okay i’m down! 

tiger king: why should we do that again?

boo seungkwan: oh my god you’re a fucking idiot

boo seungkwan: they’re in love with each other, you himbo!!

tiger king: and how was I supposed to know that??

boo seungkwan: seriously now? you haven’t noticed?

tiger king: uhhhhhh

tiger king: no? 

boo seungkwan: this is not going to end well…

tiger king: oh come on, kwan, i’m supposed to leave in ten! don’t wanna stand up y/n

boo seungkwan: wait - YOU’RE GOING OUT WITH Y/N??

tiger king: IT’S JUST RAMEN, STOP YELLING AT ME

tiger king: besides, it could be a good chance to get some extra intel yk?

boo seungkwan: wow, look at you putting your brain to good use for once

tiger king: i can put other parts of me to good use as well ;)

boo seungkwan: you’re gross

boo seungkwan: just…try to be discreet and not give away anything, okay?

tiger king: aye aye sir

Seungkwan closes his phone, letting out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding, holding the device on his chest.

“I hope they won’t be mad at me”.

[l0rds-in-black]

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[thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles]

Teaching El about the family at Christmas

Eleven Hopper x gn!Byers!reader

Byler, Elumax, Jancy, Steddie, Rockie

Warnings: N/A

WC: 0.6k

The First NoEl Masterlist

“Kids! We’re leaving soon!” Joyce’s voice floated up the stairs. “Are you ready to go?”

“Almost!” You and Will called back simultaneously from your bedrooms. There was a gentle knock on your door, “Come in!”

El opened the door and stood in the doorway, almost bashfully, with her arms folded across her chest.

“Lemme see,” You said, moving a bit closer. She moves her arms, revealing the glitter-smothered Santa. “Oh, El! It looks so cute!”

“It is not ugly?”

“No, it is, but it’s an ugly sweater. Everyone else is gonna be wearing them, too,” You reassured her.

“Even Lucas and Max?”

“Especially Lucas and Max. It was Lucas’ idea, actually.” 

Will came into the room tugging at the bottom hem of his sweater. “It’s so itchy. How could you do this to me?”

“It’s ugly-sweater-party solidarity. USPS.”

“But the tinsel--”

“At least it’s not painted, little brother, now grow up.”

“I’m grown up. Get off my back. And you’re barely older than me!”

“Keyword, barely.”

---

El got out of the car and bounded up the Wheeler’s front walk, knocking sporadically on the door, closely followed by you, Will, and Jonathan. 

Mrs. Wheeler opened the door, “Hi, guys! Come on in, the kids are in the basement.”

The three of you filed down into the basement, only to be overcome with the scent of pizza and your friends, swamping you with hugs.

El and Lucas immediately complimented El’s sweater, to which she replied, “Y/n made it for me. She made Will’s and Jonathan’s, too.”

Mike met Will halfway and shyly took one of his hands, to which Will responded with a bashful kiss on Mike’s cheek.

Dustin sat on Mike’s couch, plastic ornaments glued to his shoulders to make fancy, over-the-top shoulder pads. He sipped moodily at a soda and plastered on a fake smile when you sat next to him.

“What’s with the sour face, Dustin? It’s a Christmas party.”

“Eleven and Lucas and Max. Will and Mike. Steve and Eddie, Nancy and Jonathan, Robin and Vickie! I just… I miss Suzie.”

“Good Lord, Dustin. Go call her. I’m single and all these couples aren’t bothering me.”

 “She’s busy at church.”

“Well… maybe you can call her after. And I’ll tell the others to tone down the PDA.”

Dustin smiled gratefully. “Thanks, Y/n.”

“Sure, Dustin. Merry Christmas, you weirdo.”

---

You had been at the Wheeler’s for almost five hours. El was starting to get a bit tired, you noticed, as she nodded off on Max’s shoulder, who had fallen asleep on Lucas’ shoulder. You, yourself, were getting a bit drowsy. Will had fallen asleep a half hour ago, despite the how-not-to-carol home video playing on TV. Jonathan quietly came downstairs and gently roused El.

“Time to go,” He said, pulling her off the couch. Then, he slipped over to Mike and Will, extracting Will from Mike’s arms and starting back towards the stairs. “Y/n, come on.” He hissed as El went upstairs, rubbing her eyes.

--- 

Jonathan got the three of you situated in the car, leaning on each other, fast asleep, but buckled up. 

Joyce started the car and backed down the driveway, “Aren’t they so sweet?” She asked, looking in her rearview mirror. “Takes me right back to when Y/n and Will fell asleep on you, Jonathan.”

“You had better have a picture of that, Joyce,” Hopper grinned, peering back over the seat at the three of you. “They look so little. El especially.”

“We should go to the Wheeler’s Christmas parties more often,” Jonathan mumbled, on the verge of falling asleep in the back of the station wagon.

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

October Writing Round Up

Decided to do this every month now x

Kintkober 2022 (Maxwell Lord x fem. wife reader; Max and you had been married for 12 years but after stressful years in his company that left you, frankly a little neglected you decide it's time to spice things up, hacking into his outlook calendar to make sure he had time for you every single day through out October.)

The safest place in the world (Daemon Targaryen x fem. Hightower reader; It's a long way back to King's Landing but Daemon knew how to spend his time with you on the back of his dragon.)

Attraction (Dieter Bravo x fem. Reader; Dieter is in love with your voice. He just hasn’t met you yet. You are the woman who was hired to record his scripts for him so he could listen to them. But one plane ride to Spain might just change both of your life’s.)

Stupid Little Heart (Dave York x fem. Reader; A robbery at the gas station you were working in, leaves you starting something with a man who made clear to you that whatever happens between you will never involve feelings. You should have know that that would never work out.)

Pineapple on Pizza (Marcus Pike x gn. Reader; You meet a man with an important question in line to order your Pizza.)

Bonded (Oberyn Martell x fem. Reader; All your life you were prepared to get married to a lord. Obedient and quiet was all you had learned to be. But Oberyn knew there was so much more you could be if you just had the time to be free and happy.)

Surprise (Frankie Morales x fem. Reader; Writing Game; Frankie gets a surprise letter overseas early into a 18-month mission from you.)

Can't keep us apart (Ghost!Oberyn Martell x fem. Reader;  Only seeing Oberyn once a year is getting more and more challenging, so you are trying to find a way to bring him back to life. You missed him every single day, but sometimes it was like you could feel him around you. And then you really felt him.)

Bitten (Vampire!Matt Murdock x fem. Reader; There was something off about Matt Murdock. You just didn't think of the obvious.)

5 Sentence Fics with Various Characters

[chaoticgeminate]

Someone who Loves You

Pairing: Maxwell Lorenzano (Max Lord) x gn!Reader Rating: G Word Count: 652 Potential Warnings: VERY vague references to a bad mother, based off my relationship with my mother, this is post-film

Something was wrong.

Maxwell knew he was oblivious at the best of times so when you walked through the door to your home that day and he could tell you were upset, well, he knew that it was a problem. You didn’t acknowledge him at first and that was okay, he struggled sometimes remembering that you needed your space for at least ten minutes when you first got home to decompress, instead he slipped his reading glasses off his face and put his printed out spreadsheets away before getting up and making your drink of choice for when you were stressed.

He hated you being this quiet, setting the cup down on the table near him so you didn’t accidentally knock it over with your hand or elbow when you were able to gather yourself again, and kept his eyes on you as he crouched down and slipped your work shoes off your feet for you and set them with the rest of the shoes on the rack in the foyer.

It still annoyed him that you were forced to wear them for work, when he knew how much you hurt at the end of the day because of the particular style, but you were happier with his quiet support so that was what he’d give you.

Maxwell crouched down and took your work bag, hanging that up on its hook near the door, and your eyes were focused on him but he could tell you weren’t really looking at him yet.

As much as he wanted to know what was wrong he could wait. He had to wait, this wasn’t something he could demand an answer for, his handling of sensitive issues was still pretty terrible even with seeking some help to understand why he struggled so much. Bulldozing over your emotions was not what he wanted to do here, not when you this obvious in how upset you were.

“Max-“

Your voice was thick with emotion and he hurried over to crouch in front of you, letting you press your face into the junction of his neck and shoulder as you just breathed. You grabbed at his hands and played with his rings, he wore them for you now because of how much you liked them, and this was a sign that it was far worse than he thought.

“I got a letter from her-“

As soon as your voice dropped in pitch, the anger flooding it mixed with sadness, he knew you meant your mother.

“Do you want me to get rid of it?”

He hadn’t ever met the woman you called your mother, only knowing that she’d never been particularly kind to you, and Maxwell wasn’t willing to accept someone in his life that didn’t want to keep a smile on your beautiful face.

“Please?”

He kissed you, gently, and promised that he’d handle it. Finding the letter in your work bag easily enough, memorizing the return address before chucking the entire thing into the fireplace and torching it, and as the paper burned away your entire frame seemed to relax. He pulled you into his arms and moved to lay on the couch, with you laying on him as he stroked your back gently, and Maxwell’s eyes drifted to where you played with his rings still.

“Thank you, Max-“

“Don’t need to do that, I’m here for you. I love you.”

“I love you too.” The sound of your voice was soft and you drifted off to sleep as the tension finally left you over the few minutes of laying with him on the couch, hand gabbing at his still, and Maxwell pressed the most gentle of kisses to your temple.

Later he would find out what you wanted to do next about the letter.

For now you deserved rest with someone who loved you.

He counted himself lucky that he was that person.

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[simpingcowboy]

We're Still Here

Pairings: Max Lord x GN!POC!Reader, established relationship, no use of Y/N, racial background is purposefully left ambiguous but please let me know if it does not read as such!

Word Count: 1.2k+

Warnings: Angsty comfort fic, racial trauma (implied that things were said to reader though nothing explicit), disassociation, feelings of dread and alienization, cultural food as a comfort (only descriptor given is that is has a distinct smell), Max being egregious with Spanish petnames

Summary: When the weight of racial prejudice becomes too much Max is there to help you hold it.

A/N: Truthfully I'm a bit nervous posting this. This is very reflective of my own experience and how I deal with such situations. I wrote it primarily for myself, but I hope others can find comfort in it as well <3

"I'm home!" Max calls out to you. He shrugs the suit jacket from his shoulders, and abandons his shoes at the door. Your lack of response catches him off guard. "Baby?" He calls once more.

As he approaches the living room, he's disturbed by the overwhelming silence. Then, he sees you. Curled up tightly on his favorite recliner, tucked under a blanket. A look on your face that makes his heart break.

"Ay mi amor." He says with a sigh…

He knew that look in your eyes. A look he's worn many times himself. A look of anger. Of despair. Of embarrassment. Of a great intangible sorrow. One that weighed more than all the riches of the world combined.

Max rushes to your side, kneeling beside you, "What happened?"

The silence is deafening in his ears. He knows, there's nothing to be said. In a strange way, the specifics of it didn't really matter. What happened had passed. Whatever it was, had already burrowed itself so deep in your heart there was no removing it. But that does not mean, he couldn't help you hold it.

"Come to me." Max wraps his arms tight around you, enclosing you in his warmth. "You don't have to tell me…but I am here to help. You're safe now."

You let yourself melt into his arms. Burrowing your tear stained cheeks into his neck. A faint scent of cologne still lingers on his collar. Though fear still rips through you with every movement, you begin to allow yourself to feel safe. A tingle of regret at your own lack of response…but what was there to say? To speak the words back into the world would only taint your tongue with that bitter flavor. Maybe once your body recovers from the shock. Maybe after the rage settles like dust after a sandstorm. Maybe after that burn in your heart was soothed to a low ache. Maybe then you'd be able to say. For now all you could do was feel.

Max holds you, rubbing your back. Wiping your tears. Sprinkling soft kisses across your face. Spilling words of affirmation and admiration like a fountain.

"Mi amor…

mi cielo

I know it hurts

I love you

Todo mi mundo

Estrelita

You're perfect

You matter

Te amo."

Despite the confidence of his proclamations, Max felt at his core helpless. There was no amount of riches that could help. No gift. Nor trip. Even a party in your honor, would be meaningless as long as your heart remained fractured. All he could do was wait with you. Holding your hand through the darkness.

Hours pass with little progress. The sun passing overhead. Max remains at your side. Only abandoning you to fetch you cups of water which you reluctantly drink. His large hand resting over your stomach, doesn't miss the light rumble of hunger.

"Bebita?" He pleads, "You should eat something."

You shake your head meekly, intent on not meeting his gaze. "Not hungry."

"Ay mi corazon…" Max pouts up at you, his gaze softening. "I know something that will help. Let me." He sits up momentarily, quick to dial up a familiar number on his cellphone. Walking over to the farside of the room and whispering indiscernible words to the person on the other end. Before returning back to your side. "Your surprise will be here soon." He says with a soft smile.

"Max I don't -"

"Let me help you, mi amor." He says firmly, delivering a comforting kiss to your nose. "I'll always take care of you."

You let him wrap himself around you, your own personal shield from the world. Guarding you from all the hurt that exists outside the walls of your shared home. But you were safe here. Always safe here. Always loved here. Time passes, as you two watch the sun melt into the city skyline, just as your worldly worries slowly melt away in his presence.

A faint scent lingers in the air. Drafting you in a sense of home. It's subtle at first. Igniting vague memories of a lighter existence. Then building. Deeper. Richer. Prouder. The scent coiling in your stomach and making you ache with a sudden hunger.

"Max? That smell, is that-"

A soft smile on his face, he answers "Yes, Estrellita. Your favorite."

Another tear springs from your eyes, this time not of sorrow but from an overfill of love. You were unsure of exactly when the cook had made their way into the kitchen, but at this moment you could not care less. "You mean-?"

He nods, "It's your surprise!" His arms squeeze around you in a tight hug. "You deserve it, Mi corazon."

"Max…" you murmur his name, burying your head into the crook of his neck. Rubbing your cheek against the softened collar of his shirt. A soft ring is heard from the kitchen, the telltale sign that dinner is ready to be served.

Max wraps his hands around yours, luring you up off the seat. "Come mi amor." He says softly, guiding you to the kitchen.

Though the weight of the world still sat heavy upon your figure, that familiar aroma emboldened you with each step closer. Max seats you at the table wanting to serve it to you himself. He plates a considerable portion, knowing that you had been denying yourself most of the day.

"Mi estrellita" Max beckons you, drawing your eyes to him. "This is all for you." He says as he sets the dish before you. The sight of which brings a stinging tear to your eye. The aromas alone fill you with a loving warmth. "Bebita?" he calls again, lifting a portion to your lips.

You let him feed you. The delicate combination of flavors perfectly balance on your tongue. Filling the empty cavern that overtook you with something new. Something beautiful.

"There there." Max encourages you, bringing another portion to your tongue "Eat up."

Though you were starved, it almost feels like too much. But you were too tired to fight it. So you give. Leaning into the intimacy of the act. Letting Max nourish not just your body, but your heart. Those beautiful hands feeding you. Bright brown eyes focused on yours. To be seen by him. To be known. To be loved. Was a gift all its own.

"My baby." He says with a smile, delivering a soft kiss to your temple. "You are so wonderful mi amor…" Max's eyes fall over to the dishes set out before the two of you. "And this-" Max sends you a mischievous smirk as he swipes a small bit off your plate for himself. "Is just a part of that. Of you. Of your culture." His voice is somehow even softer than before, warm brown eyes on you. "So beautiful. So strong." Soft hands encase yours. "How could something so good ever be bad?"

Another wave of tears flood your eyes as the question settles into your deepest insecurities. Challenging any lingering self-consciousness with the overwhelming love you held in your heart. And as the delicious smell and taste still swirl around you Max's words purge your mind of the cruel words before; leaving only the echo of his admiration in its place.

"I know it hurts Bebita. Remember how beautiful everything you are is. Do not deny yourself that luxury." Max's broad frame fills your vision. The too big world closes in on just the two of you. His warm hands grasp yours. Big brown eyes peering into your tear filled ones. "We are still here. And that means everything."

"Max-" you cry out, falling into his embrace. The shared sorrow between you feels much more bearable than before. Your lips catch his in a soft kiss. As you melt into each other, you can't help but smile. The taste of home upon his lips.

[absurdthirst]

Friday Nights {Max Lord x GN!Reader}

Rating: Mature

Warnings: 

Writer Wednesday 9/29/21 @autumnleaves1991-blog​ & @clydesducktape​

There is something about Friday nights at the arcade. Some, including your boss would roll their eyes and complain that it was too noisy or there were too many hyperactive kids running around. To you, that was kind of the point. A place where they could just be themselves, have fun and blow off steam.

The lights of the arcade are dim, letting the flashing consoles of the machines burst out like gun fire. Kids laughing and running by as they run for the games they love most. The counter is busy, like it always is, exchanging crumpled and sweaty dollar bills for quarters. Mr. Harlan doesn’t believe in those machines, always afraid that they might rip him off of an extra twenty-five cents. 

You hear two kids at the Mrs. Packman game arguing about who the mysterious initials behind the top score belong to, claiming that each one of them know who it is and has personally watched them beat record after record and finally hold that coveted position as number one. Both of them are wrong of course but you just smile and spray the glass display of the counter to wipe away sticky fingerprints from the ones buying candy and snacks in exchange for the few machines that would spit out tickets. It was all ridiculously priced of course. A single airhead costing what would equate to nearly two dollars, but the kids kept coming back and it was their money to spend. 

Someone catches your eye and you turn to see them walk in. A boy, maybe eight with very different features from his father. At least you assume it’s his father from the eager way the boy tugs on his hand, big brown eyes wide with excitement. “Come on daddy!” Yep, you were right, another parent had been dragged into the adult version of the seventh circle of hell. At least to Mr. Harlan. 

It was the father that had really captured your attention. Unnatural blonde hair is carefully styled, though you see him reach up and smooth it over again, as if he feared one hair being out of place. Chinos, a polo shirt, and a sports jacket was not what you would typically see in a arcade at seven-thirty on a Friday night. Shined loafers on his feet and the wink of a gold watch on his wrist tells you that this man has never stepped foot in a place like this before, even if the slightly dumbstruck look didn’t tell you the same thing. 

When he gets closer, you eyes widen. Max Lord. You quickly look away, not wanting him to catch you staring. You had seen him on tv months ago. Confused by his sudden takeover of every channel on your tv, you had watched him encourage others to make wishes. It had seemed very surreal to you, until someone else had come and you had witnessed him renounce his own wish and run off, leaning an empty podium on the screen. Only when you had gone outside had you really learned the magnitude of what had been happening. 

You can see that he is nervous, his eyes dancing around the arcade with curiosity and slight bit of fear. Having read about the dream stone and the impact of his wish granting worldwide, you understood why he would look so nervous. People were blaming him for the chaos that had followed instead of accepting the responsibility of their own wishes impact. 

When he’s finally dragged over to the counter, you give him a cheery smile, like you would anyone else. “Hi!” You look down at the little boy and then back up at his father. “What can I do for you? Need quarters?” 

He looks at you, his face telling you he has no clue what he’s doing so you launch into your speech you give all parents when they venture in for the first time with their kids. Often afterwards, they let their offspring loose in here by themselves and take a well earned rest break from the energy of them for a few hours. “So most machines are a quarter a play, some after fifty cents. Although those...” you point to a row at the back of the arcade, “are the most expensive ones, those are seventy-five cents a play. They are also the only ones that give out tickets that you can come up here and exchange for prizes.” You wave your hand at the display case where they can see everything that is available. “Oh and you can always save tickets, come back again and build up for some of the bigger prizes.” 

Max absorbs the information like a sponge, his gaze following your hand and he nods. “Daddy! Come on, let’s play!” You smile when the little boy looks up at his father with the biggest hopeful look on his face. It was sweet, and you can tell that the kid is one of those that you will enjoy having in the arcade. 

“One minute, Alistair.” Max immediately turns his attention to his son and you wonder he will chastise him. Instead, you watch him drop down to the boy’s level and look him in the eye. “Let me exchange some money for quarters and then we will play. Okay? I promise you that we will have fun.” 

There is something in his tone, something you can’t quite put your finger on that makes you believe that this man is trying to impart his solemn vow. Like he is reassuring the kid, Alistair, that things are going to be different. You wonder if he had been like a lot of the single dads that show up here with their children, slightly disconnected from them after the divorce. You knew he was single, the media had scrutinized every inch of Max Lord’s life for months and the tabloid fodder was even worse. 

He turns to you and gives you an apologetic smile after Alistair nods his understanding, reaching for his wallet. “Uh, so is five dollars okay?” He asks you, his tongue coming out to wet the bottom of his lip. 

It’s slightly sweet how different this Max Lord is from the commercials you had seen and the incident. He seems unsure of himself but determined to make it a good night for him and his son. “Sure is.” You turn around to a cart where you had recounted plenty of quarters out into cups. Five, ten and even twenty dollars worth so that you weren’t stuck with a huge line of impatient kids waiting while you counted out coins. It was one of the thing that you did that made your shift easier while everyone else got overwhelmed. 

“Does this place do well?” He asks, looking around again and shaking his head at the lights and noise and probably the sheer number of machines in the large, open space. He turns back towards you and raises a brow. 

“Oh yeah.” You shrug and give a small laugh. “We are always packed, especially on the weekends. You should see the buckets of quarters I pull out of machines at the end of the night.” 

He hums and looks around again, visibly impressed by the thought before he extends his hand with the bill between his fingers.

You hand him the cup and take the crisp five dollar bill out of his hand. “Just bring the cup back when you are done or take it home.” You give a small shrug. “Up to you. And let me know if any of the machines aren’t working or steals your quarters.” 

He gives you a smile, a flash of white teeth and a dimple. It makes you slightly giddy at the fact that that one simple curve of his lips seemingly took years off of him and made him appear almost boyish when he was clearly a man. “Thank you.” His slight accent makes you want to listen to him talk for hours, but he puts his wallet away and hands the cup to his son. 

“What do you want to play first?” He asks, looking fondly down at the boy. “Mrs. Packman!” Alistair shouts happily, grabbing his hand and dragging his father over to the console that you played every night you worked. The one that you initials were the top place holder that no one could ever figure out. 

You watch with a silly little grin, but know that you will be watching out for this father and son duo. Maybe they would become regulars to the arcade and make your Friday nights a little more interesting. 

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[lavendertales]

I think I want it - Maxwell Lord x gn!reader

requested by @beskarboobs:

gracias mami 🥰🥰 here, enjoy this flirty blurb of our dilf Maxwell:

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If there’s anything worth a damn dime at this party, it’s that pair of eyes that follows you throughout the room.

You feel them seemingly burning right through you, gauging any other looks you might have received from others and – to a certain extent, you suppose you feel flattered. He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since the moment you showed up. Yet frustration is another sentiment residing in your chest because… why hasn’t he said anything?

You know him. Of course you do. The whole damn world knows him, you think. Maxwell Lord, the new rich celebrity. “The guy on the TV”, as many brainless and spineless dolls referred to him. There certainly is a particular charm about him, unrelated to his money of course. That was not something high on your interests list when it came to seeking potential partners. His accent was something to adore, for one thing. His tireless determination to work, his devotion to his son… plenty of things to be appreciated.

You catch his stare one more time before you notice him mindlessly chugging the champagne and approaching you boldly. Now it’s when you truly freak out in realization that you had, in fact, asked for this. Indirectly, in your subconscious entirely, to be sure, but you asked for it. You wanted it.

Or at least you think you do.

When he smiles down your way, you smile yourself, flustered and curiously intimidated.

Yes. You sure wanted this.

“I have been sipping champagne ever since you arrived in hopes of… plucking up the courage to approach you,” Maxwell says in his soothing, charming tone, hints of his foreign accent slipping and making you swoon.

“I have been doing the same. Except my motive was to be able to respond properly to you, Mr. Lord.”

There’s a wicked spark in his eyes, playful yet reassuring in a way. You rub your sweaty palms together and maintain the polite facial expression. Your thoughts rush beyond that though; you simply want to learn to read Maxwell like a book, uncover what it is that makes him so appealing, drawing you in like a moth to the flame.

“Please, call me Max. No need for formalities, my sweet,” he smiles.

“Very well. Max.”

“Ah. That has a certain ring to it, don’t you think?”

“It certainly does.”

“Pardon me if I stared but... you might just be the most gorgeous piece of artwork I’ve seen. And not just the cheap displays they have hung in here.”

You chuckle nervously, a sign of acceptance to Max. You even brush off his statement regarding the claimed fake art.

“Would it be inappropriate if I were to invite you to my office? Right now?”

“Right – right now?”

Again he smiles, this time the gesture accompanied by a raise of his eyebrows, slightly suggestive.

“Only to talk, I promise!” he quickly laughs it off as if intuiting your thoughts and raising his hands in defense.

That calms you down. “I would like to get to know you better, Max.”

“My dear, I would very much enjoy the same thing.”

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Clair de Lune in the Bath Headcannons

He knows you love a bath to relax. He knows you love white wine and scented candles. He knows your favourite piece of music to relax to is Clair de Lune. But how does he make that happen?

Warnings: mention and consumption of alcohol, a tiny bit of angst related to being away from your partner.

There are no descriptions of Reader or references to any characteristics.

Author's Note: This was born from my own self-care of having a shower and listening to Clair de Lune. It got me thinking how some PP characters might use a bath and Clair de Lune to make things perfect!

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Javier Peña: He has no idea what that damn piece of music is called. He knows you love it. On your first date, he saw you get this beautifully serene smile on your face, as you closed your eyes and swayed gently in your seat, playing invisible piano keys in front of you. He can hear it in his head. It’s driving him crazy. He corners Steve and asks if he knows what it’s called. He doesn’t. Javi panics. He wonders if anyone at the embassy might know. He starts talking to the girl at the front desk that you’re friends with. Steve has asked Connie. She knows, because you suggested it one time when she was really stressed. The rest is easy, as far as Javi is concerned. He picks up some tea lights, vanilla scented. They remind him of the candle on the table at dinner on your first date, that flickered as the summer breeze drifted in, while you swayed in your seat to that music you love. Javi finds a variety of your favourite white wine, gets it chilling in the fridge. Then, when he knows you’re on your way home, he’s got a hot bubble bath ready, glass of wine poured, candles lit and dotted around the bathroom, cassette playing.

You’re stunned. ‘Javi, I can’t believe you remembered it,’ you smile, tears in your eyes.

‘How could I forget how happy Clair de Lune makes you? Happy Anniversary my love,’ Javi smiles back.

Din Djarin: It had started so well. Everything had to be perfect for you. He had managed to find a recording of that music you loved, the one that made you pick up Grogu and dance with him when you heard it for the first time in months. He could play it through the Crest’s comms. He’d even managed to find some beautiful smelling herbal wash at a market on this planet. He’s already annoyed he hasn’t got a bath on the Crest, and then to make things worse he can’t find anyone on this planet selling your favourite wine. He settles for this blend of fruit juices which tastes like it should be a cocktail. He was about to scream in frustration over the candles, but then Grogu pulled him over to your little box of things you’d brought with you, and he found a couple of candles amongst the remembrances of your old life. You get back from picking up contracts and are greeted with Din, who wordlessly guides you to the fresher, where your candles are burning and the herbal wash is in the shower waiting, with the fruit blend in a glass on the shelf. As you turn to face him, Clair de Lune comes over the Crest’s comm.

‘Happy Birthday,’ Din whispers, as he turns on his heel up to the cockpit.

You smile to yourself as you step under the hot water; an absolute sweetheart is under that beskar.

Max Lord: Max never really cared for baths, found them too time consuming. But when he found out how much you loved them? He made sure he had a beautiful freestanding bath that you could immerse up to your shoulders in. And on Valentine’s Day? He pulled out all the stops. You opened the front door and a trail of rose petals was at your feet. You followed them upstairs, into the bathroom, where there were at least half a dozen bouquets of roses dotted around the room. You heard your favourite, Clair de Lune, playing softly as you breathed in the scent of vanilla scented candles flickering around the room. Your favourite white wine was on ice and a glass next to it, waiting. The bath was already drawn, gorgeously warm water and rose bath oil with cherry blossom bubbles. Absolute bliss, you thought as you slipped in the bath. Later on, you asked Max why he'd left you to it; not that you minded, but such a beautiful gesture on the most romantic day of the year, and he wasn't there?

'I wouldn't want to intrude on something so personal to you,' Max explained, uncharacteristically shy.

It was at that moment, your heart became a puddle, melted by one Max Lord.

Jack Daniels: Your cowboy loves nothing more than to hear you play the piano. And one day, he hears you playing something so very beautiful he asks you what it is. You explain it’s your favourite piece, but you don’t play it often as you don’t want to get bored of it. Several months later, Jack’s been away for weeks on a mission. He comes home before you’re back from work. Now’s his chance; he runs a bath for you, with pale pink and scarlet red rose petals floating on the surface, sandalwood scented bubbles foaming. Your favourite wine is chilling, two frosted glasses waiting on the kitchen bar. Vanilla candles are dotted around the bathroom, and as you come through the front door and further in the house you hear Clair de Lune. Tears well in your eyes; you couldn’t bear to play it while your cowboy was away.

��Jack… I… this is…’ you can’t even form what this means into words.

‘I missed you, darlin’,’ Jack smiles.

Marcus Pike: Marcus knew you had always wanted to go to Paris, but had just never gotten around to going again since your college trip. He was going to make this trip perfect for you. You’d spent the day at the Louvre together, and were going back tomorrow because you’d run out of time. You got back to the obscenely luxurious hotel room, and you flopped on the bed, exhausted. Marcus somehow moved without you registering, ran you a bath with an amazing jasmine scented bubble bath the hotel left for you. He had hidden some tea lights in his suitcase and got them out, lighting them around the bathroom. The only thing that alerted you to any of this was the fact room service knocked with your favourite wine.

‘I ran you a bath,’ Marcus smiles softly, not quite able to meet your gaze.

‘You are such a sweetheart,’ you softly kiss his cheek as you head into the bathroom.

‘Come join me on the balcony after?’ Marcus asks, as you slip through the doorway.

You smile and nod over your shoulder. You hear Marcus doing something on his phone, and then Clair de Lune floats toward you. You close your eyes as you sink in the bath. This perfect man thinks of everything. A little while later you get out of the bath, wrap yourself in a gorgeous silk robe and join Marcus on the balcony. He’s on the edge of his seat, a bottle of champagne and two flutes on the little table. You sit in the other chair opposite him.

‘You know you’re the most perfect man?’ you lazily smile at him, chin resting on your  palm.

He visibly relaxes. ‘That kinda makes this next bit easier,’ he smiles. ‘I love you more than I’ll ever properly be able to say. But, I would love to spend the rest of my life trying. Will you marry me?’

And it’s just you, Marcus, and Clair de Lune, in this perfect moment.

[cyantomatos]

Day 23 of my December prompt list. The whole list can be found here.

Prompt: Competition | Letters | Promises

Character: Max Lord

Max makes a lot of promises in his life. Most of them he can’t keep.

They start out small. Promises to his mother to help her, to do the dishes, take the trash out. Normal promises. He also promises to keep her safe, and to make her proud.

He doesn’t keep her safe, and for a long time he doubts she would be proud

In college, the promises skirt the edge of lies. Promises that he’ll do great things one day, just you watch. He promises he’ll take this girl on a date, get that girl flowers. Promises he’ll pay you back some day, he just can’t right now.

And then he gets older, and starts his company.

Then the promises really do become lies.

No, he won’t mishandle your money. Yes, investing in Blacc Gold will make you rich. You can do anything you want, just believe in him. Yes, I love you honey. No, she didn’t mean anything - that one was true, but it didn’t help.

He promises investors great returns, promises people on the street they can be just like him. He promises Barbara he only wants her for her, he promises Alistair to buy him a helicopter and a pool and whatever else he wants, he just needs a little more time.

Eventually, the promises fall apart and the lies come to call.

Max doesn’t promise anything for a while. He tells Alistair he loves him, but he doesn’t promise him. Promises have been lies for too long, and he knows his son knows that - so he doesn’t promise.

He shows.

He makes it to all the music recitals, and baseball games, and he’s home for every holiday. He spoils his little boy rotten, with what little money he has, and loves that little boy more than anything in the world.

He doesn’t promise when he meets you, either.

He tells you his past, but he doesn’t promise to be better. He tells you he’s trying, that he wants to be better for his son and now for you, but he doesn’t promise. He’s too scared to make that promise because he doesn’t really believe that he can keep it.

He keeps it anyway without having to make it.

Max never promises anything again, but he still keeps the never-promises. He shows his love, make sure you and Alistair know it, and makes sure you don’t need a promise to believe him.

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𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 // 𝐮𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬

ALL WORKS ON HOLD WHILST I COMPLETE KINKTOBER 2022

hello lovelies! I’ve decided to make a page with all my upcoming projects / my works in progress so you guys can check in at any time and see what will be coming up in the future! I’m also hoping this will help hold me a bit more accountable and motivate me to get them done.

angst = ❤︎ || fluff = ✿︎ || smut = ⚠︎︎ || dark themes = ☾

anything crossed out has been put on hold / put to the backburner

upcoming headcanons:

Steve Harrington - nsfw alphabet ⚠︎︎

Jonathan Byers - nsfw alphabet ⚠︎︎

Billy Hargrove - nsfw alphabet ⚠︎︎

Henry Creel - nsfw alphabet ⚠︎︎

Nancy Wheeler - nsfw alphabet ⚠︎︎

upcoming oneshots:

I Think I Might Love You… - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x F!Reader, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x F!Reader

you have a fwb situation going on with both Bradley and Jake; it’s supposed to be just sex, no feelings, and yet… you’re in love Bradley and Jake’s in love with you…

Sins of the Flesh - Morpheus / Dream x F!Reader ❤︎⚠︎︎

striking a bargain with the lord of dreams; wealth and immortality in exchange for a few ‘favours’…

Conjugal Visitation - Jimmy Keene x F!Reader ❤︎⚠︎︎

your first time having a conjugal visit with your boyfriend Jimmy since he was arrested.

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun - Eddie Munson x GN!Reader ✿︎

having a beauty / pamper sleepover with the girls when your boyfriend Eddie comes crashing through the window to visit you; he ends up joining in on the pampering.

Moth to a Flame - Eddie Munson x F!Reader x Steve Harrington ❤︎⚠︎︎ (likely to be multiple parts, probably 2 or 3)

you’re dating Steve ‘the king’ Harrington, you’ hang around with all the ‘cool kids’, your life is perfect, right? except you can’t quite help your heart straying in a different direction, straying towards that metalhead you’ve been friends with since childhood… you love Steve, but you can’t help where your heart truly lies. you’re drawn to Eddie, like a moth to a flame…

A Good Heart - Eddie Munson x F!Reader ✿︎

a heavy make out session with Eddie is interrupted when Max comes in asking for Eddie to make a repair on her bike. seeing Eddie be so good with her, and seeing his hands work their magic on the bike, has you feelings many things.

Back In Time - Eddie Munson x F!Reader ⚠︎

(technically) a part two of ‘A Good Heart’. Eddie helping Max with her bike has taken you right up to your curfew, meaning it’s time for you to go home. but Eddie convinces you you still have more than enough time to have some fun…

DISCLAIMER: these are not listed in order of release. honestly they will be released as and when I get round to finishing them. I, of course, appreciate excitement and enthusiasm but I kindly ask that you don’t repeatedly ask ‘when will x be released’, thank you. furthermore, I reserve the right to change my mind about any of these upcoming works at any time; please do not send me hate just because I ended up not posting something that I did have listed on here. sometimes us writers have an idea but it never comes to fruition, that is just how it goes sometimes. thank you in advance.

this was inspired by @inklore <3

[shangchiswife]

nwh villains and peter parker living with you and doing different things with you (1)

summary: in general just a couple of different scenarios lol

also this includes the tom holland peter parker!

nwh villains and peter parker x gn!reader

warnings: cursing, sexual innuendos

word count: 934

inspired by @mobiusismyfav and this entire concept

....

Introducing them to Taylor Swift

Y/N: *starts playing blank space*

Everyone else: *confused*

Peter: *rushes over to the other room where you are and starts singing along with Y/N*

Otto: Good lord what is this?

Norman: *is still confused and just drinks his water*

Max: Hey I know this song, Taylor Swift right?

Y/N: YES MAX!

Curt: I thought she only wrote songs about her ex-boyfriends?

Y/N and Peter: *have offended looks on their faces and then start beating him up with pillows*

Curt: STOP!

Peter: Have you heard any song from folklore you jerk?

Curt: I BEG YOU TO STOP OR I WILL TURN YOU BOTH INTO LIZARDS

You: Yeah, she's in love now she's been with her boyfriend for five years! And your plan to turn people into lizards failed.

Curt: I was in jail how am I supposed to know what goes on with a pop singer while I'm in jail

Y/N: It's Taylor Swift you have to know

Otto and Norman: *scared in the corner*

Y/N: Peter turn on the Blank Space music video. You know what let's watch all of the music videos starting off with Our Song and then we'll build our way up to Willow

Peter: Aye aye captain *is a proud boy and then cues up Our Song*

Time skip and you finish all the music videos

Everyone: completely shook by Taylor Swift's presence

Otto: She's a very talented songwriter and lyricist and I think you see that especially in cardigan and willow. And I think her song Blank Space is used in a satirical and brilliant way and shows how this is how the public portrays her.

You and Peter: *extremely happy and run up to him and hug him*

Max: That's crazy, the last song I heard from her was Shake it Off and she came up with those songs. And she's been with her boyfriend for five years...good for her.

Cue you and Peter's happy faces again.

Curt: Hmm I guess she doesn't write all her songs about her exes *returns to his book*

Y/N and Peter: *give him suspicious looks*

Max: You know MJ kinda looks like that girl in the Bad Blood music video

Peter: *little cheeky bastard moment* I know right

Norman: Her cardigan looks comfortable

Y/N: Funny you should say that because not to brag but I have one of those

Peter: *grumpy because all the cardigans sold out when he wanted to get them* I think you are bragging Y/N

Norman: Can I borrow it some time I like the stars on it

Y/N: Of course!

Flint: *sobbing in the corner of the room* That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life. We just watched her grow up right in front of our eyes.

....

Halloween

Y/N: is everyone ready? wait where's Curt?

Norman: *clearly disgusted by his own costume* he's getting his absurd dinosaur costume finalized

Y/N: what's wrong?

Norman: did I really have to be the Joker?

Y/N: *fixing his makeup a little* yes it fits you so well!

Norman: gee thanks

Y/N: you look hot stop complaining

Norman: i always look hot

Y/N: shut up old man only i get to say it so quick being narcissistic

Norman: oh you want to play games, hm? we'll see how old i am when i get into your bed

Otto: *very annoyed* quit it you two! and i agree with Norman...not about the hot part

Norman: *raises his eyebrows* liar

Otto: look point is why did you choose our costumes because Ursula would be the last person I'd dress up as for a holiday

Y/N: because you have the tentacles and she has tentacles and you both are good at singing

Otto: *mumbling* well if you're going to flatter me then that takes away my anger

Y/N: *kisses his cheek*

Max: hey look at me I'm Thor look at my muscles *shows up the costume he got from walmart*

Y/N: *snaps a photo of him*

Max: I hope you made me look good

Y/N: you're Thor of course you're going to look good and you're hot in general so

Max: *all smiley*

Flint: *is very unhappy and comes in the room all stiff* I liked this costume but it's very tight

Everyone else: *starts laughing*

Flint: what's so funny?

Otto: nothing you're a good looking spongebob

Curt: *stumbles in the room wearing a huge ass dinosaur outfit*

Everyone else: what the fuck

Max: there is no way I'm going out to trick or treat with a grown man dressed like a dinosaur

Everyone else: *agreeing*

Curt: your loss I think I look great

....

Peter needs help with his homework

Everyone: *watching tv in the living room*

Peter: hey guys I had a quick question on this one biology thing-

Everyone: *drops everything and takes his body and goes to his room to help him out*

Otto: so what did you need help on?

Peter: *sort of giddy because everyone dropped everything to help him*

Curt: go on there's no reason to be embarrassed we're all scientists or are equipped with science we can help you out

Everyone: *nods*

Flint: I'm not!

Norman: well then you can go back down and watch twilight with Y/N

Flint: i'll pass, i'm sick of all that vampire sexual tension

Max: true

Peter: anyways i just needed someone to just explain the process of transcription and translation-

Everyone: *gets into a huge argument because they want to help him*

Peter: *tries to speak up* guys!

Flint: this is so dumb you all are such nerds

Max: i'll help you out, Peter!

Otto: no me!

Norman: no me!

Y/N: *comes in the room* what the fuck is going on?

Everyone: *stops arguing*

Peter: i wanted someone to explain transcription and translation to me and they got in this big fight

Y/N: well then since you all got into a huge fight i'll be the one to explain it

Norman: but that isn't fair!

Y/N: shut up or i'll take you to jail

Y/N: *explains it to Peter*

Peter: *all happy* okay thank you!

Y/N: c'mon everyone let's go back down and watch twilight!

Everyone: *groans*

Max: *secretly happy*