#Gardner Langway Fic

[deanscroissant]

has this fandom died out?? i miss writing about joe and pat murray and gardner like-

[acdeaky]

the neighbour

joe’s birthday week - part 5

warning: fluff, awkwardness

note: okay, so, this one’s super cute but also slightly awkward, but that’s how our baby gardner is! danny; i hope you like this one ;))

word count: 1.1k

"gardner? that's an unusual name," you comment as trudy pours you a cup of tea. "thank you."

"he's an unusual kid," she comments, sitting down opposite you. "he has a schedule which he follows everyday. if he spends even one second too long at a house, it throws his whole day out of line."

"nothing wrong with being organised," you chuckled. "at least he knows how much time he'll have at the end of the day."

trudy nodded in agreement. "that kid's a little strange, but he's got a good heart. there's more to him that meets the eye, you know."

"sounds like i'll have fun getting to know him, if he can fit me in his schedule."

"i'm sure he will," trudy smiled at you. she hoped that after the whole paige incident, gardner would be able to find a girl who loved him for him: she hoped that would be you. trudy looked at the clock and stood up. "he'll be here in three...two...one." trudy swung open the door. you couldn't see the mailman as trudy's body was covering him. she stepped aside, allowing the mailman to step inside the house. he dropped his bag and walked further inside.

"have you seen the girl who moved in next door?" trudy asked.

"no. i dropped off her mail and that was it. nobody was home." his voice sounded soft and gentle. you could listen to him speak for hours on end.

"she's through there." you heard trudy speak. you stood up, waiting to meet the mailman - gardner. his face appeared from around the corner. he had his blue shorts and shirt on, his black socks pulled almost half the way up his calves and his baseball cap on. you had to admit: he was cute.

"hey, gardner. i've heard a lot about you." you smiled at him. he seemed calm, even though he apparently didn't do too well with meeting new people. but little did you know, his mind was racing 100 miles an hour. meeting girls wasn't his thing. he usually freaked out and had to check 30 thousand things before replying to whatever she had said, but standing in front of you, he felt no worries. he was completely comfortable around you already.

"i hope it was all good things." he spoke slightly quieter than he anticipated.

"of course. trudy was telling me about your schedule and how you like staying on track with time. and i heard a few things about paige, who i'm sorry about." you apologised. even though things were fine between him and paige, you still felt bad about what happened.

"it's okay, we're friends now. i don't see her that often anymore, only while delivering her mail."

"that's good. say, gardner-"

"i've just forgotten," trudy interrupted. "i've got to go and grab something's. we'll have to cut the visit short."

"but what about-" gardner began to speak before trudy pushed him towards the door.

"she'll have to come with you. wouldn't want to mess with your schedule." you knew exactly what trudy was doing, making a small smile appear on your face. gardner did not, unfortunately. he thought his friend was kicking him out to go shopping.

"i'm free," you followed gardner out the door. "if that's okay with you, gardner?"

"sure." he smiled toothlessly. trudy waved goodbye as you two began to walk up to her gate. gardner opened it for you, allowing you to leave first before walking through it himself and locking it. he began to walk in the opposite direction of your house and all you could do was follow him. you didn't know your way around at all, but you were glad to have gardner in your company to show you a few places.

as you walked, you and gardner talked about anything and everything. you found out a lot about him and he found out a lot about you too. even though you'd only met him an hour or so ago, both of you had instantly found comfort in one another. that's probably why you were both sat on his bench, sharing a peanut butter and jelly sandwich while staring out to the lake. you two were close for people who had only met a short while ago. your knees were touching which made you feel at home for some reason.

after gardner had finished delivering all of his mail, he began to walk you home. neither of you had stopped talking, desperately wanting to get to know each other. even though trudy had mentioned that he wasn't a man of many words, that was deemed untrue by you. you slowly saw your house coming into view and felt slightly sad that your time with gardner was almost over.

he walked you all the way to you front door, allowing you to unlock it and stand in the doorway. he stood a few feet away from you.

"i had a really nice time today, thank you, gardner." you smiled a genuine smile at the boy you'd definitely begun you have feelings for.

"you're welcome." he replied with the same smile.

"we should do this again sometime, how about tomorrow?"

"i don't deliver on sundays."

"of course you don't," you mentally screamed at yourself, all day you'd been fine and now... "how about we just hang out? i could find my way to yours or you could come here?"

"i wouldn't want you getting lost; i'll come here at 11." he spoke logically and with care in his voice.

"it's a date then." gardner suddenly dropped his head and you noticed a deep blush begin to grow up his neck and onto his cheeks. you placed your hand under his chin and lifted it up. "don't be so shy." you whispered. your head automatically began to leaned forward, and, to gardner's surprise, his did too. your lips met in the middle, a soft and short kiss being shared between you two.

"i'll see you tomorrow." you looked into his eyes and winked, moving away from him and stepping into your house, but not before getting one last look at the mailman.

boy, he was cute.

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part 2 at some point?

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[queensdivas]

IM LITERALLY SOBBING!!! IM JUST CHILLIN IN A HOT TUB AND THEN THIS POPS UP

IM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS

ITS SO BEAUTIFUL!!!

A commission for @queensdivas of Gardner and Cora from her story Wildest Notes!

[joe-mazzello-archive]

hey gang, it’s me, regan, your favorite slut. i’m about to hit 500 followers on this blog which is bonkers considering this blog is only seven months old. however my creative energy has been zapped from me almost entirely lately for a few different reasons. so instead of doing prompts or posting a new fic (oh how i wish doj part two was done for y’all!!!!), i’m gonna do something different.

introducing regan’s recommended fic list - part one!

i wanted to give all the writers in this fandom some love. so i’m going to post one of these for each borhap actor/member of queen! maybe i can help y’all find some writers you’ve never discovered before! this is gonna be a long post so imma put it under the cut. ENJOY!

disclaimer: any actors/characters excluded from these lists are excluded simply because i don’t particularly read fics for them. these are just personal recommendation lists! ALSO you should check out the entire masterlists for all of these writers! these are just my favorite fics from them!

first up, of course, is joe muthafuckin mazzello

** = smut, 18+ only. some listed as “(series)” may have 18+ parts, if you’re under 18, please heed writer warnings.

bold = all time faves

NOW UPDATED AS OF 7/3/21

rpf

always something there to remind me (series),  born to love you (series),  between the lines, and you make me feel like dancing** by @deacyblues

baseball**, make you mine**, shooting the moon**, do you remember**, and burning desire** by @almightygwil

a thing for hermia and just a job by @brianmays-hair @/inkwell-musings

a new place to begin (series)**, home sweet home**, and plastic dinosaur** by @supersonicfreddie

none for todd** and drunk in love** by @mrbenhardys

positive reinforcement** by @queenmylovely

truth and kinks**, first time**, and first date** by @m0etenchandon

human connection by @mrhoemazzello

date night** and come on so heavy** by @just-my-sickly-pride

what would it take to think about me any other way?**, you can keep the heart from the heartbreak, i don’t need to leave with a keepsake**, and stuck in quarantine** by @slutforbritdick

meant to go this way and seven minutes in heaven by @fallingprincess

cruel summer (series) by @mistymazzello

act two, scene two** and you’re out** by @doing-all-write

love is strange by @kill4hqueen

seaside rendezvous (series) by @illfoandillfie​

does it hurt? by @gogogolilqueenie​

nutella boy (series) and just like this by @brianprobablywill​

happy birthday baby** by @orwocolor​

what happens in vegas (series) and just go with it (series) by @sohoneyspreadyourwings​

lingerie** by @freddiesaysalright​

drunk & beautiful and you don’t have to be alone by @lunie-lovegood @/mo-d3ans​

stress relief (series) by @a-night-at-the-0pera​

pat murray

cold is the night (series) by @ladyfogg

love with its back turned** by @gardnerlangway @/spreadyovrwings

paper rings (series) and you’re okay by @patmvrray​

gardner langway

lady in red (series) by @gardnerlangway @/spreadyovrwings

calling you by @ai-suru-hito-yo

signed, sealed, delivered, i’m yours by @fairytales-of-yesterday​

and then there were two and with you by @sohoneyspreadyourwings​

tim murphy (that gif gives me adult tim vibes idc fight me)

neighbor by @patmvrray

you make me live**, my love, my life, at sunset, and something new by @drtimmurphy​

six questions by @gotboredwrote​

always been you by @sohoneyspreadyourwings​

[borhap-au]

Joe Mazzello: the fluffy chronicles.

Joe Mazzello - Scars. 

When your kisses became more intense Joe put the laptop away, stopping the movie. Then he got up from the bed and went to turn the lights on.

“Leave the lights off. Please,” you tried to give him a glimpse of a smile. You knew Joey wanted to make love to you, and you weren’t comfortable with him seeing your body in its full glory. You had some scars you were ashamed of and you didn’t want Joe to notice them.

He sighed quietly. It wasn’t the first time you asked him for a favor like this, in fact, you never let him turn the lights on, and when you were intimate during the day, when the sun was still high up, you used your dark curtains to make the room darker. You said it was to make the atmosphere in the room more intimate, but Joe started to figure out your reasons.

“Y/N,” he said quietly, almost whispering, while sitting on the bed next to you. “What is it? Why do you always insist on having sex in the dark?” he gently pet your leg, wanting you to feel his touch, his closeness, and his affection.

“It’s for the atmosphere,” you used the same excuse again, but this time it just couldn’t work on him.

“I know it’s not. Please tell me the truth. Did I do something wrong?” he looked at you with concern in his eyes. He wanted you to feel just as good as you always made him feel.

“No, of course not. Come on, let’s forget about it. We were in a middle of something,” you put your hand on his bare chest, and then moved it to the side of his body, trying to bring him closer to you. He was shirtless from the foreplay you two already started that was interrupted so that Joe could turn the lights on and have a good look on you that you weren’t planning to allow.

“No, I mean it. Did I hurt you somehow? Did I touch you the wrong way? I always asked you for permission. Did you give me consent without meaning it?” he started to come up with all those different theories or why you acted the way you did towards him.

“No, no, Joey. It’s none of your fault. You were always very good to me,” you reassured him, petting his cheek. You never wanted him to feel bad, as he never did anything to deserve it. He was a very sweet boyfriend and a generous lover, you had hardly anything to complain about when it came to him.

“So don’t I deserve the truth? Why do you hide it from me?” all of his questions came only from the fact he was concerned about you. He wanted to make sure everything that wasn’t alright, would soon become nothing but a memory.

“Because that’s my thing. I try to hide things so you like me better,” you muttered quietly, avoiding his gaze.

“What?” he looked at you in disbelief. “What are you trying to tell me right now?”

“I hide my body from you, so you don’t see it, at least not that well. I just don’t want you to notice… The imperfections and all,” you muttered, still looking down. He got up, and you thought he was leaving, but when you looked up, he turned the lights on.

“No, please,” you immediately hid your body under the quilt. “I’m not ready. Please.”

“Girly… You saw me. My entire body, with all the imperfections. And do you really think I’m so materialistic to care about some minor imperfections? They don’t define your value. It’s your humor, your charisma that make you who you are. Your intelligence. There’s so much more to you than some imperfections that only you notice. Please. I love you for who you are, and not for how you look like, even though for me you’re gorgeous inside out and I feel lucky to be with someone so smart and beautiful. Can I?” he asked, sitting next to you, and gently pulling the quilt. You looked at him for a while and then sighed quietly. You knew you couldn’t hide your body forever. Eventually he had to see it. So you let him put the quilt away.

To your surprise, he didn’t immediately start to look for the things you tried to hide. On the contrary, he smiled to you and focused first on your lips, kissing you passionately. He was so tender that it made you smile to yourself, while prolonging the kiss.

Then he started kissing your jawline and quickly moved his kisses to your neck. You held your breath when he began to take off your shirt, and soon after, your bra. Only then he looked at your chest. There were a few scars here and there. Some of them made on purpose, some of them accidental, and all of them made you persuade yourself that you weren’t perfect, when in Joe’s eyes you were the exact opposite. You were his perfection.

You had most of your scars on your forearms, mostly around the wrists. You always wore long sleeves, bracelets and wristbands, so that nobody could see. But today your hands were naked, and Joe could finally see everything that you’ve been hiding. He began to plant small kisses on your hands. You looked at him a bit surprised.

“You aren’t… Disgusted?” you asked unsure. He smiled to you, petting the side of your body with his thumb.

“Of course not. I would never be disgusted by you. You’re stunning,” he softly kissed your stomach and you immediately pulled in your belly. “No, don’t do that, please. I love your body the way it is. All of it. And I’m really happy I can finally see it in full light.”

He then began to take off your trousers. Legs were also a frequent victim of your razor blade. He moved his hand on your hip, feeling the uneven skin where your scars were.

“Can you promise me you’ll stop?” he spoke softly, not trying to patronize you. It was all out of care for you and honest, deep concern for your mental health.

“I’m already done with this. Those aren’t fresh. I did them all months ago. Definitely before I met you,” you reassured him. ���But it doesn’t change the fact I feel awful about them.”

“All the scars are your journey. It’s what you’ve been through in your life. I don’t want you to hurt yourself, I want you to know and feel that I will always love and protect you. But what happened in the past happened, and you shouldn’t feel bad about that. It’s what made you. It’s what brought you to me. I don’t mind your scars, just like you don’t mind all the imperfections on my body. You don’t look at me counting all the things that are bad, you look at me with love. I can see that. So why can’t you see that it’s exactly how I feel about you too? This body, your body, brings me so much joy and satisfaction. Why would I hate anything about it? Your body is you. And I love you,” he started kissing your thighs, especially the places you had scars on. His lips were warm and they made you feel hot inside, because despite the conversation that has been going on, it was still Joe fucking Mazzello kissing your body. And he could’ve had anyone in the world, but yet, he wanted you, and- Exactly. He wanted you.

“And you’re going to stay…? Even though I look like this…?” you muttered quietly, unwilling to stop his kisses.

“You mean gorgeous? Wonderful? Stunning? How do you look like, girly?” he looked at you smiling. “Because you look like all those adjectives to me. I’m not going to leave you because of some imperfections only you see in yourself. I don’t care about them. I care about you, and you’ve always been good and caring towards me. You made me feel loved. You made me feel like the best, most handsome guy in the world, even though I know I’m not one. But that’s the power of your love. And I want to give you exactly the same. I want you to believe me when I say that to me, you are perfect. You’re kind-hearted and funny and you bring light to my life. You’re my sunshine.”

“And you’re my moon and stars,” you smiled and kissed his head, leaning towards him. He smiled too.

“Where you see scars, I see hands that pet my body, make me feel good, give the best handjobs I ever had and trust me, I mean it,” you blushed when you heard that, but you couldn’t hide a smile. “You see scars, but I see stomach that I lay my head on when I felt bad, and you moved your fingers through my hair, calming me down. You see scars, but I see the legs that are not only sexy, but also strong enough to make you walk miles with me on our trips. I see not only the body that turns me on and gives me incredible pleasure, but also the person who this body belongs to. I see kindness, love, friendship. And no, I don’t love you despite the imperfections. I love you because of them. Because every single part of you makes you who you are, and that’s the person I fell in love with. I understand you may feel insecure, but I really hope I’ll be able to help you overcome your problems. Please, don’t ever think again that I’m shallow enough to break up with you because of any of those things you see when you look in the mirror that made you unsure of yourself. I’m sure of you, and I’m sure of us. You should feel like a strong, confident, badass woman that you are. And I want to do anything that’s in my power to make you feel that way,” at the end of the sentence he took your underwear off.

His lips soon wandered around your labia, kissing them, licking, and taking care of your clit with his tongue and lips. While he was doing all of that, his words resonated with you. While your body was filled with enormous pleasure, your mind revised his message. While his hands gently wandered around your body, while he was softly petting your body, your scars, you felt more loved and cared for than ever before. Only then you realized that this situation was exactly the opposite of what you thought would happen. Your fear made you unable to see how much Joe loved you, how much he wanted to make you happy. You felt better about your body now than ever before. Because you saw him treating it with such love and worship, because you realized he doesn’t mind all of the things you managed to convince yourself were too big and hideous for him to see you as sexy. You tried to hide from him, but actually, if he was able to see you long ago, your journey toward self-acceptance would have started long ago. And of course, it was not the end of it, it was just the beginning. But it was the first time you ever felt that maybe you aren’t that bad, that maybe you can be loved exactly for who you are.

Joe was being extra gentle with you. He made sure to kiss and touch every part of your body, so you were aware of it, but not ashamed of it. Of course he was worried about your mental health, because he wanted you to feel happy, and to never again feel the need to scar yourself. But the scars in itself were nothing he couldn’t live with. Actually, he didn’t mind them at all, as long as they were a memory of the past, not fresh signs you’re unwell again. He wanted you to feel good and safe with him.

You didn’t want to be on top, not that night. You already felt exposed, it was definitely enough for one day. But you felt really good when you two did it in the missionary position, with him being on you, protecting you, as if you were under his wings (after all, he was your guardian angel). He pet your cheek and smiled, admiring you. His thrusts were slow and gentle, he was being very careful with you that night, almost as if it was the first time you two ever had sex together. You didn’t mind that at all actually. You felt appreciated, especially when he planted kisses all over your face, making you chuckle. After sex, when he lay down next to you on the bed, he let you hide your body under the quilt. It was enough for one day, he didn’t want you to feel too exposed. But for you it didn’t feel like a necessity anymore, you didn’t immediately cover yourself up like you used to. That night you covered both of you, and simply hugged him. He smiled and kissed your head. That night you went to sleep without clothes on, and you let him pet your body under the quilt. It was just a beginning, but it was a step in the right direction on the journey of self-acceptance.

[ai-suru-hito-yo]

Calling You (Gardner Langway x Reader)

Summary: You and Gardner have been in a relationship for about a year now. Things are going great, the ups make the downs completely worth it, and you’re so in love with this goofball it almost hurts. Based on Calling You by Blue October.

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, probably rambling, very light references to possible smut but nothing detailed or explicit, some angst but I only write happy endings.

A/N: Sorry I don’t have the next part of WFSTRM ready yet! My dumb ass almost forgot I signed up for this event so I’ve been working on pumping this baby out. It’s just a lot of projection, honestly, because I am lonely and would very much like a cute and goofy ginger of my own (ahem Joe Mazzello hmu) Not beta’d because what are this? Written for @littledarlingwellaway​ ‘s 1k/Birthday extravaganza! Lyrics in italics. Timeline jumps around through different events in the relationship.

There's something that I can't quite explain

I'm so in love with you

You'll never take that away

You stared at the popcorn ceiling of your bedroom in your tiny apartment. No matter how long you stared, no matter how many little bumps you counted, sleep would not come. It was quiet except for a dog barking in the distance, and the quiet, deep breathing of the man currently sprawled across your chest, auburn locks in disarray after the number of times he had nervously run his fingers through his hair.

You and Gardner had just experienced your first real fight. You had been together for about 8 months now, and those months had been filled with mostly bliss, minus a bump or two in the road as you navigated the newness of suddenly finding someone else and their needs a part of your life. You had been out at date night, and Gardner said something accidentally insensitive (And what was it anyway? You could not possibly recall anymore, it was so trivial.) You had a bad day at work and immediately took the comment to heart, resulting in a serious overreaction and argument to end the night. You had fled home, only to see Gardner running up the sidewalk about 20 minutes later, a look of utmost determination on his face.

Finally, after talking things through and lots of reassurance, he finally passed out on your bed with you, wrapped entirely around your body, as if afraid you might slip away in the night if he failed to keep you anchored.

You looked down at his face, peaceful and relaxed in his sleep, looking paler than usual and downright ethereal in the moonlight streaming through your window. His plush lips parted slightly as he exhaled, and you studied last dark eyelash as they fanned against his pale cheeks. Your fingers gently brushed through his wild hair, and he stirred slightly. You froze, afraid the touch had woken him, but all he did was rub his face against your sweater before the sound of deep breaths filled the room once again.

As you resumed your stroking of his hair, you realized that whatever it was you had argued about was unimportant. You knew you loved Gardner, there was absolutely no doubt in your mind how you felt about the goofy, soft, awkward, beautiful man with his boat and his stamp collection and his zest for life and his unrelenting passion for the people and the things he cared about. You felt your eyelids slowly droop closed as you took comfort in the weight of your boyfriend pressing into you, keeping you safe and warm and loved.

And if I've said a hundred times before

Expect a thousand more

You'll never take that away

The first time he said it was an accident. He had truly not thought about it, not taken the time to really analyze how he felt about you, caught up as he was in the exhilaration of finding you and learning about you and developing this new, wonderful thing with you.

It was the simplest thing, too, that made him say it. He had been trying to make you laugh, telling you about some of the dumb suggestions Calvin had made as far as his next employment opportunity after he had quit being a mailman. Some throw-away comment that he made just as you had reached for your drink caused you to laugh and nearly drop the glass, which just caused you to laugh even more. Your eyes lit up and you threw your head back in mirth, letting out an unrestrained laugh, loud and happy, and it just hit him.

“God, I love you.”

Your laughter died down to soft giggles, before you realized what exactly he said. Your smile was still plastered on your face, but your eyes grew wide in shock. “W-what?”

“Um, I said I- yeah, yeah, I love you. I really do.”

You stared at him for a moment, silently, and Gardner could feel his heart rate pick up, his palms going sweaty from nerves. Had he said the wrong thing? Was it too soon? Should he not have said it? He was absolutely certain it was the truth, but now he was terrified he would scare you away.

“I-I'm sorry. I mean, I'm not sorry for how I feel, I won't apologize for that. But I'm sorry if you didn't want to hear that. I'm sorry If that was too soon. I'm really sorr--”

You never found out what else he was sorry for as you grabbed his shirt front and pulled him to you, right there in the middle of the bar, and planted your lips against his, effectively shutting him up for the next few minutes. When you finally pulled away again, you made sure to whisper for Gardner only,

“I love you, too, idiot.”

So expect me to be

Calling you to see

If you're okay when I'm not around

Asking if you love me

I love the way you make it sound

Three weeks. It had been three weeks since your boyfriend had been dragged off by his “brother” on some boys' trip as he had called it, leaving you behind and without his presence for 21 long days. They were due back at the end of the week, seven days that seemed to stretch out like a year before you.

You dragged yourself back home after another long day at work, wanting nothing more than the pint of Rocky Road in your freezer and a nice, long sleep. After a scalding hot shower, you put on your favorite pajamas (fuzzy warm pants and one of Gardner's old, faded t-shirts) and promptly fell asleep before you were even able to so much as braid your hair back for the night.

What must have been several hours later, judging by the darkness outside, you were pulled slowly from a rather deep sleep by an annoying and insistent sound. You reached toward your alarm clock, only to realize that the source of the noise was actually your phone, which you hd left on your bed during your shower and was now lodged somewhere under you. You lifted your leg and dug around, retrieved it from under your thigh, and promptly smashed the volume button before throwing it back down by your pillow. You were just about asleep again when the stupid thing started vibrating, alerting you to another call. This time you decided to answer it, letting out little more than a tired grunt.

“'Lo?”

There was a moment of silence, and then an robotic voice greeted you. “Hello. You have a collect call from,” pause, then a familiar voice, “It's me!!” you sat bolt upright, nearly dropping the phone. “Do you accept the charges?”

“Yes!” you practically scream into the phone. “Yes I accept!”

There was a bit of noise down the line, then quiet for a moment, before you tentatively spoke up again, “Uh...Gardner?”

“Honey I am so sorry it's collect I SWEAR I will pay you back!” Gardner's tired and slightly panicked voice called out to you. “I promise, the moment I get ho-”

“I don't give a shit about that,” you interrupted him, feeling an ache in your chest ease at the sound of his voice. You had been a little worried all day as you had not heard form him or Calvin for nearly three whole days now. Usually Gardner was calling you every night, excitedly telling you where they were now, what they had seen that day, and reassuring you that he loved you and he would be home soon. “Why are you calling collect? Where's your phone? Better yet, where have you been for three days, I've been so worried!”

“I know, I'm sorry,” your boyfriend assured you softly. Then his voice jumped an octave like it always did when he was irritated. “It's not because I didn't want to call, believe me. Let's just say Calvin had a little...mishap...which resulted in all but one of our bags falling into the Mississippi. My phone, my wallet, my camera, all of my clothes, as well as Calvin's phone, wallet, and clothes all in the bottom of a fucking river. Thankfully Calvin had his passport stashed in his car for some reason. We've spent most of today running around trying to get bank cards replaced so we can get back home.”

You sat in silence, stunned by everything your boyfriend had just told you. You could not decide whether to laugh or cry or scream or ask him if he was lying and playing a prank on you. Instead, you just sighed and asked him, “So, you're coming home, then?”

You could almost feel Gardner's sigh through the phone. “Yes. I'm calling it, we're cutting this road trip short and coming home.”

A squeak left your lips as you tried not to scream and cry. He was coming home early! Gardner was coming home, you would hopefully see him as early as tomorrow afternoon, and it was the best news you had heard in a very long time.

“Baby, I am so sorry your trip has ended on a sour note, I really am. I know you guys were really looking forward to boys time, and you deserve it. But I am so excited to see you,” by the time you reached the end of your statement, you were practically whispering, feeling choked up and near tears. You were acting ridiculous, you knew it, but it had really been tough not to have your goofy boyfriend around, your rock and your source of comfort, the one person you had grown so used to being the one constant in you otherwise hectic life, and it was really affecting your mood and your attitude badly.

A soft huff of laughter sounded over the phone, and Gardner asked, “You really miss me that much?” When you failed to answer right away, his tone turned softer and more serious. “Hey, are you okay?”

You sniffed and promptly pulled yourself together. “Yeah, I just miss you, Gardner. I miss you a lot. When will you be back? Where are you even?”

“I miss you, too, (Y/N). We're in some podunk town in southern Missouri right now. It's about a 9 hour drive home, and we're going straight through, no stops-no stops, Calvin!- except bathroom breaks. So sometime tomorrow afternoon.” The smile that split your face was one to rival the Cheshire cat, and you felt yourself relaxing just a little more as you were reassured that you and Gardner would soon be reunited. Thankfully, you had the whole next day off to plan a little something for just the two of you to enjoy after being apart, a little welcome home party.

“Okay,” you said quietly, phone pressed hard to your ear, as if that would suddenly make the physical distance between you smaller. “I guess I'll see you tomorrow.”

You let out a yawn and heard Gardner laughing down the line. “I'll let you go, honey. I just really needed to hear your voice and to tell you that I'm coming home.”

“I'm glad you did,” you told him honestly. “I had a really shit day, but it's all better now that I know I'll get to see you soon.”

“You still love me?” Gardner asked, and you chuckled.

“Of course I do, silly,” you assured him. “To the moon and back.”

“I know,” your boyfriend told you. “I just love hearing you say it. And I love you, too. More than anything.”

You rang off with promises that you would be home all day and that he could come over as soon as he was back in town. Feeling much warmer and more relaxed, you held the shirt up close to your nose, breathing in the lingering scent of Gardner's soap and distinct smells, and fell asleep with plans for the following evening swirling in your mind.

I thought that the world had lost its sway

Then I fell in love with you

And you took that away

You take away the old

Show me the new

You and Gardner had met shortly after he had gone through a really rough patch in his life. You did not know many details, but from what you gathered after a slightly tipsy conversation with Calvin, Gardner had just lost his job and experienced his first real heartbreak before you came into his life. Well, fell in (quite literally).

You had been in a hurry, rushing to find lunch on your short break from work, and all but ran into a cafe down the street. Unfortunately, someone had been about to step out when you reached to push the door open, and you promptly tripped over them and fell at their feet.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry!” a voice called out to you, and a hand circled your arm and helped pull you back to your feet. You brushed off your dress before you caught sight of a pair of feet still in front of you. Your eyes slowly made their way up a pair of legs, up, up, up, until you were looking into a pair of kind and rather stunning hazel eyes. The man before you looked to be about your age, with a strong nose and sharp jawline, skin so pale it was almost translucent, a bright shock of messy, red hair, and a slight smile. Despite the purple shadows under the man's eyes and the general tired look to him, the man was a cutie, and you could feel your face start to heat up as you realized you had been staring for far too long now.

“Oh!” you exclaimed, snapping out of your thoughts. “It's um, no problem. My fault, actually. Should have been paying more attention. Um, I'm (Y/N), by the way. Not that you should care, I'm just some strange girl from off the street.” You were rambling now and you knew it, but you could not seem to make yourself stop. Cutie seemed to be having a strange affect on you and you lost your mental filter entirely.

“I'll...just go now,” you said, promptly turning back to the cafe door, intending to scurry off back to work, appetite gone.

“I don't think you're strange,” Cutie suddenly spoke up.

“What?” you had stopped in your tracks, quickly turning back to him.

“I don't think you're strange,” he said again. “Although, it might seem a little strange for you to walk out of here, empty handed, after having just walked in.”

“Oh. Well I-uh,” you stammered, looking for some excuse, a reason to make a quick getaway. Oh, why doesn't a sinkhole just open up and swallow me whole, you thought as you realized you were caught out.

“Come on, I'm buying you a smoothie,” the stranger said, turning toward the counter before stopping and turning toward you again. “I'm Gardner, by the way.”

Calvin told you he came home that night, smiling for the first time in weeks, and had not stopped since.

“He wouldn't shut up about you, actually,” he said, leaning quite close before pushing himself off of your shoulder back to an upright position. “It was '(Y/N) this' and '(Y/N) that' for three whole days before I asked him if he even got your phone number or anything.”

You glanced at Gardner, who was pink faced and avoiding eye contact with you at the moment, remembering how you had seen him again in the same cafe five days later, and seemed strangely relieved when you pulled a pen from your purse and wrote your number on the back of his hand, telling him he could use it sometime if he wants. It had been a further week after that before he called you, and now you understood why. He had his heart broken, and was probably not entirely keen on repeating the experience.

You stood on slightly wobbly legs and made your way around the table to your boyfriend, wrapped your arms around his neck and perched yourself on his lap. He finally looked up at you, though still a bit reluctant, and you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

He smiled up at you, and you leaned in to press a gentle kiss to the curve of his lips for good measure.

“What's that for?” he asked, looking up at you with a slight furrow to his brow. You smoothed it with a light touch before answering him.

“Nothing, really. Just wanted to make sure you know that I love you and I'm not going anywhere any time soon.”

It was quiet for a moment as Calvin had run off to who knows where in the house, following whatever crazy idea his alcohol-drenched brain had come up with. You felt more than heard Gardner take a deep breath before he spoke.

“You know you don't have to worry about me, right?” he asked, head tilted back to look up into your eyes now that his brother was no longer present to spill all his secrets.

“What d'you mean?”

“I mean, that stuff is all in the past. Yeah, I was in a funk when I met you, but as soon as you showed up, it was like it all happened to another person. It wasn't me anymore. You replaced all the bad things that I held onto with the good things I hadn't realized I actually needed. The world became easier to navigate. Nothing seemed to bad or so difficult anymore.”

Gardner ended his little declaration with a shrug, as if he had not just finished saying the most beautiful and profound thing someone had ever said to you in your life.

Instead of answering him, you simply stood and pulled him up to his feet. You wrapped your arms back around his neck, pulling him close and pressing your lips to his again. You felt his arms snake around your waist, locking behind your back and pulling you close. After some time that could have been minutes or hours for all the attention you had paid to the outside world at that moment, you pulled away from him, trailing one hand down his arm and interlacing your fingers with his long ones.

“Come on,” you said, pulling him toward the door.

“Where are we going?” he asked with a puzzled look.

You threw a coy smile over your shoulder before giving his hand another tug. “To the boat.”

Calling you to see

Do I try too hard to make you smile

To make a smile

In hindsight, you really should have seen it coming.

A ring your great-grandmother had given you had gone missing off your dresser. You thought you had placed it down next to your favorite apple cider candle, only for it to disappear, causing you to spend three days searching for it. You searched all the usual places, then all the unusual places, even your desk drawers at work, thinking perhaps you had misplaced it, but it was nowhere to be found. You gave up, officially declaring the jewelry lost, and spent the evening at home alone, trying to figure out how you were going to tell your mother that you lost her grandmother's ring.

You decided to drop by Gardner's boat one afternoon after work, only to walk in to him immediately slamming his laptop shut and staring at you with a wide-eyed, guilty look on his face. When you asked what he was doing, he claimed he was looking for something for Calvin.

“He's always trying new recipes, you know, so I thought I'd look some up for him,” he said, slipping the computer onto a shelf and gesturing for you to come sit by him. You were sure this was a lie, as Googling recipes certainly did not warrant such suspicious behavior, but decided to let it slide, as you had no real reason not to believe him.

However, the strange behavior got worse. One afternoon about two weeks later, you and Gardner both had some time off and were spending it together, when he got a phone call and slipped into another room to answer it. This was odd, as he usually only received calls form you, Calvin, or his boss. It certainly was not you on the other line, and he had never felt the need to leave the room for a call from work or his brother before. You knew it was wrong, but you decided to follow him.

He had stepped outside your apartment and into the hallway, so you stood by your door with your ear pressed against it, trying to catch anything you could. He must have been pacing, because you could only catch a few words at a time as the grew louder and then softer again.

“...sure that's right? How much...? ...meet you there at 4 tomorrow...look forward to it...”

You heard him approach your front door and quickly ran into your bathroom and locked the door behind you. You barely registered the front door opening and closing as your breathing picked up and you began to think of all the worst possibilities for his behavior. You did not register Gardner calling out your name before knocking at the bathroom door. The sound pulled you rather suddenly from your panicked thoughts, and you had to quickly sit down on the toilet lid before you fell over.

“(Y/N)? Are you alright?” he called through the door, concern evident in his voice. You knew you had to think fast.

“I-I don't feel good,” you called out, which was actually not a lie. You did find yourself suddenly feeling rather ill. “Maybe you should just go home.”

“What?! Are you sick? Unlock the door, let me come in and check on you.”

“No! I um-don't want you to get sick, too. It might be contagious.”

“I don't care. I've been around you all day, if it's contagious I'm gonna get it anyway.”

“Please just go, Gardner,” you called out. “I'm gonna try taking a shower and going to bed early. Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow.”

“Okay,” he finally relented, sounded disappointed and defeated. “I hope you feel better soon, honey. I love you.”

“Okay, thanks, you too,” you answered, turning on the shower to hopefully drown out any further disappointed sounds or words. Sleep never came to you that night, and you spent the whole next day wound tighter than a drum and jumping at every noise and movement.

At your lunch break you ducked into the ladies' room, hoping to freshen up a bit and try to get your act together for the afternoon. You stood staring at the dark shadows under your eyes that no amount of concealer would cover up, lost in thought, when your phone suddenly started ringing in your purse, causing you to jerk back violently before stomping your foot in pure frustration. You wrenched it out of your bag and answered it without even looking at who was calling.

“Hello?” you practically shouted into the phone?

“Hi, honey,” Gardner's happy voice answered you. “How you feeling today?”

“Fine,” you lied, your grip tightening around your phone.

“Oh, um, well I'm glad to hear that,” the man answered slowly, clearly a little puzzled by your grumpiness. “Think you'd be up for dinner out tonight? My treat.”

“I don't know, Gardner, I didn't sleep the greatest last night and my appetite hasn't been the greatest today,” you answered honestly. You had softened a little, as this was still the man you loved, and thought that maybe you were reacting a little strongly based only on your paranoid suspicions.

“Okay, we'll stay in, then,” he said, clearly not to be deterred from his plan to see you. “Come by the boat. It's supposed to be a beautiful night. I just really want to see you.”

You felt the last of your resolve crumble and you caved, agreeing you would come over. He agreed that if you started to feel ill again, he would bully Calvin into driving you home.

That evening you decided to walk the half a mile or so from your apartment to Calvin's house where Gardner still had his boat parked, taking time to reflect on all that had happened recently. You were not sure what to expect upon arrival, but it certainly was not what you saw.

Gardner had taken the cover off his boat, exposing the deck fully. He had gathered every blanket he owned, as well as a few you were certain you had seen in Calvin's house, as well as every cushion and pillow it seemed he could get his hands on, and piled them on the deck like some sort of hybrid nest-pillow fort. There was a bottle of sparkling cider set beside two trays loaded with food, and fairly lights were strung around the rigging, creating a soft glow around the nest. You had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk just staring at everything, which was where Gardner found you when he emerged from below deck with two glasses in his hands.

“(Y/N)!” he waved at you when he spotted you. “Come on up!” You climbed the ladder to the deck and Gardner reached out to help you on board, hands warm and clammy in they way they were whenever he was nervous.

“Do you like it?” he asked you with a small smile.

“I love it,” you answered honestly. “Did you do all of this?”

“Yep! Well, Calvin helped with the food and dragging all the cushions outside, but it was all my idea. I bought the juice and strung the lights and everything,” Gardner's hands started waving around excitedly as he explained, and you took hold of one again to calm him.

“You did this just for me,” it was more of a statement than a question.

“Well, you seemed so stressed lately I thought it might be nice for you to have a quiet, cozy way to unwind,” he explained, steering you toward a particularly plush looking pile of cushions. You arranged yourself on it in a way that hopefully looked less awkward than it felt, and Gardner promptly wrapped a blanket around your shoulders, enveloping you in warmth and his familiar scent.

You hugged the blanket around yourself, feeling infinitely better, and wondering how you could ever have doubted this wonderful man. He reached out to you with a glass of juice, and soon you both were digging into the food he had prepared. Sandwiches, fruits, and even chocolate and caramel sauces for dipping. It was delicious, and you realized just how hungry you were after barely eating for the past 24 hours. You talked and laughed over your dinner, the conversation slowly dwindling into companionable silence. You were licking a bit of stray chocolate sauce off your finger when Gardner caught your attention again.

“(Y/N)?”

“Gardner?”

“There's...another reason I wanted you to come over tonight. Another reason why I prepared all of this,” he started and turned to face you more directly. “I know I have my faults and my quirks, and sometimes it may seem like I try too hard, yet other times, not hard enough. But I love you more than life itself. What you and me have is so much...different when compared to anything I've ever known. I've not had anybody really be there for me, there because they actually wanted to be and not because they felt obligated or for some ulterior motive. When I look at you, I feel whole, I feel new, I feel invincible. Like I could fly. I could take on the world with you by my side. And that's what I really want. I'm not sure about the rest of the factors in my life, but I know that whatever happens, I want it to happen with you there, too.”

Time seemed to stand still as Gardner shifted so he was on one knee while reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a small blue box. You gasped, eyes comically wide as you stared at the box. It all made sense now. The missing ring, the sneaky internet research, the private phone calls. He had been in touch with a jeweler. He needed to know your ring size. Of course. The clues were all there, your mind had just come to the wrong conclusion.

Tears blurred your vision as Gardner opened the box, revealing the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. A princess cut stone of pure (y/b/s) sat in the middle of a sparkling white gold band, two much smaller white diamonds framing it, giving off the most brilliant shine even in the low light surrounding you. It was truly gorgeous, more so than any piece of jewelry or clothing or anything you had ever owned. Taking a deep breath to regain your composure, you looked back up into his hopeful face, flashing a watery smile.

“Ask me,” you said, wanting to hear his sweet voice speak those words. “Ask me, Gardner.”

“(Y/N), will you marry me?” he asked, brilliant hazel eyes flicking back and forth between yours.

“Yes,” you said, nodding vigorously. “Yes, yes, of course I will!”

You threw your arms around him, tackling him back into the pile of blankets and cushions behind him, peppering his entire face with kisses, leaving no exposed skin untouched. He laughed as you even kissed his ears, only stopping when Calvin's voice rang out from the house.

“Well?! What did she say?!”

“Oh, the ring!” you said, suddenly remembering it. “Where's the ring?”

Gardner picked the box up from where he had dropped it on a pillow and quickly slipped it onto your left hand. You stood and flashed your hand toward the house, making sure it caught the glow of one of the lights strung around you.

“What the heck do you think I said, Calvin?!” you shot back at him.

“Smart girl!” he called back to you. “You two have fun, now, and don't rock the boat! Or maybe do!”

You laughed as Calvin closed the window he was leaning out of. His words made you realize something and you quickly turned to Gardner, leveling him with your best serious face.

“I have one condition,” you stated firmly. The smile on Gardner's face slipped a little. “You can keep the boat, but I am NOT living in it!”

He laughed in relief, reaching out to pull you down to him again.

“Deal.”

[shes-a-killer-queen-39]

thank you so much for the effort put into this. the researcher this fandom needs, but doesn’t deserve

tedtalk: joe mazzello’s nose

hi yes hello. as we all know i am your resident joe mazzello stan and that i would literally die for his beautiful, stunning nose. if you’re anything like me, i’m sure you’re curious when his nose took its final form™. throughout the 35 years that he’s gifted the planet with his existence, his nose has seen several stages. come with me as we unpack the journey joe’s nose has taken.

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[deaky-trash]

You Gonna Be Okay? | Pat Murray x Reader

Pairing: Pat Murray x Reader

Warnings: Slight Swearing

Word Count: 692

A/N: This is for my friend @writingfortoomanyfandoms‘ 1k celebration challenge! My prompt was Fluff 9, which is “You’re a little shit, but you’re my little shit”. I hope you all like this one, which is the first one that I’m going to repost since I accidentally deleted my old account lmao.

You watched the game intently as the D-Backs were now up to bat. Your eyes watched each team member as they stepped up to the plate, but your eyes were constantly drifting back towards your loving, anger-issue riddled boyfriend Patrick Murray.

You were waiting for him to go up, excited to see him up at bat. On days without games or practice, the two of you would go out in the morning to get some batting practice in for him. He had gotten better, but not perfect. You were still happy to see Pat improving and he had gotten less temperamental whenever he had messed up.

For now, you waited for him to go up to bat, and when he finally did, you let out a roar of excitement that was breaking the quiet chatter of the crowd. “YEAH! YOU GO, PATTY! YOU GOT THIS!” you hollered, beaming at your boyfriend as you jumped up and down behind the fence. “DON’T CALL ME THAT!” you heard him shout at you with the same enthusiasm, a large grin on his face as you giggled. You both waved at each other as he stood in his batting stance.

After he had gotten the first two strikes when he was up at bat, you were concerned. Had all your early morning practice sessions gone to waste? Was he going to embarrass himself in front of all of these people? Was he going to throw another temper tantrum in the outfield? All these questions raced through your mind and you weren’t focusing until you heard the umpire.

“Strike three! You’re out!” the ump shouted. You and Brian both winced as you saw Pat smacking the bat against his helmet. “This isn’t good..” Brian cringed. Pat threw his dark blue helmet on the ground, stomping towards the dugout. He threw the bat towards the dugout and the other D-Backs crowded together in some form of fear towards one of their smaller teammates.

Pat began beating the dugout fence with the baseball bat and shouting swears. Mothers covered their children’s ears and others just stared. You, the D-Backs, the opposing team, and the crowd stood there in awe as it snapped in half and he stared at the broken bat. “Shit..” you whispered under your breath. Pat trudged into the dugout with an expression of hatred plastered onto his face.

You raised an arm and waved down the umpire just as David went up, hopping the fence to talk to the man. “Hey, could you call time? I have to calm him down before he kills someone.” The umpire nodded and shouted “Time out” towards the crowd and players. The other team’s players all slithered back into the dugout like snakes in a burrow.

You smiled gently at Pat who sat silently on the bench, messing around with the splintered, broken bat handle. He saw your shoes and dropped the piece of wood onto the concrete floor of the shelter. “Are you going to be okay, Pat? You got really pissed out there.” You grabbed his gloved hand and sat next to him.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I don’t know what came over me. I felt like I disappointed you. I got too angry,” he blurted. He seemed to always let out all  of his feelings to you and only you. You were glad that he got them out, but when you weren��t around, all these feelings would build up and when you saw him once again, he’d sit there with his head in your lap and go on for hours.

You let go of his hand and kissed his forehead gently. “Pat, I still love you. Just because you struck out doesn’t mean I care about you any less.” You smiled and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “You know, you’re a little shit, but you’re my little shit, Pat.” Pat smiled and hugged you tightly, as if clinging for dear life. “I love you, too, Y/N.”

The two of you stayed in that position for a few more moments before you stood up in front of him. “Now, get out there and win this game!”

[rogerina-deacon]

Works In Progress

Here’s everything I either have in progress or have a request to do!

* denotes request ^ denotes headcanon + denotes blurb Anything not labeled as a headcanon or a blurb is a oneshot, except for NSFW Alphabets

Queen

Brian May

NSFW Alphabet

“Looking Through the Eyes of Love” Part 4

Roger Taylor

Sloppy, dirty car sex *+

John Deacon

“Point Me in the Direction of Albuquerque” Part 3

Untitled - Based on the song “Let’s Hear it for the Boy” *

Borhap Boys + Lucy

Joe Mazzello

Hot Confessions -  Harmless cuddling by the fire with your best friend leaves you hearing something you weren’t meant to (will be a three part series)

Getting pounded by Gwil and Joe Joins *

Untitled - breeding kink smut

Ben Hardy

 “Nervous Energy” - Ben helps you get your nervous energy out in a... creative way *

Untitled - Ben with a curvy partner *

Untitled - Ben helping the reader after he finds out her ex could never fuck her properly *

Gwilym Lee

Getting pounded by Gwil and Joe Joins *

Untitled - jealous Gwil *

Lucy Boynton

“Lucy & Y/N” -  A much deserved girls weekend turns into much more than expected.

Undrafted

Pat Murray

NSFW Alphabet

Vinnie Malzhan

NSFW Alphabet

Updated September 22nd, 2019

Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged in anything or everything!

[deanscroissant]

j.m. one-shot request (3)

Request: @johndeaconlover​ Hi!  How are you?  If you do not accept such a request, you may send me the answer privately.  Well, although I haven't seen it yet Dear Sidewalk, but I've read some fanfic, Gardner is a cinnamon muffin.  Anyway, could you write something about him based on Taylor Swift's song, Lover?  With a little smut, I'm very thirsty for it!  Please, thanks for your attention! Xxxx

A/n: So sorry this took me so long. I really, really, really hope I fulfilled your wishes. This is my first time writing smut, so don’t come @ me if it sucks lol. If I’ve made any mistakes I apologize in advance. Hope you like it and whoever reads this. Feedback is greatly appreciated! :)

Warnings: fluff, a pinch of angst, and smut (18+)

Word count:  1590

Gardner Langway, the man that used to be a stranger to you now your husband. Last month, in April, was when you two tied the knot and since then you’ve been the happiest woman alive. It seemed like you knew him for years when you first met him. It was like rekindling a friendship you once had. 

When Gardner showed up at you front door as your new mail carrier two years ago you instantly fell head over heels for him. He was different. It was something about him that you couldn’t quite figure out. Maybe it was how shy he was when you communicated. He didn’t talk much at first and you wanted to get to know him more, so you tried for a while to build up the courage to ask him out for coffee or a walk at least. 

But little did you know that Gardner was doing the same behind closed doors. When he first met you he wanted to kiss you right then and there. Your beauty was captivating, but he didn’t seem worthy of being with you. You were way out of his league. He shouldn’t even bother trying. 

But a few days later Gardner mastered shoving the negative thoughts away, all by the help of Calvin, who knew something was up with him the minute he came in the house for dinner that night. Gardner was being in denial, not wanting Calvin to know about his attraction to someone he didn’t know for a least a month. 

And here he was, standing frozen at your doorsteps, anxiety taking over his state of mind. He ran his sweaty palms down his denim-covered thighs as his breathing hitched. “Just do it.” he whispered. He gulped and closed his eyes and counted to ten slowly before he reached to ring the doorbell. 

Meanwhile, you were upstairs getting ready to go over to his house. You sat at your vanity putting on your favorite lip gloss when you hear your doorbell ring. You weren’t expecting anyone today, so you wonder who it could be. When you open your door, there stood the person who stole your heart. He was clearly nervous. You didn’t even need to ask what he was doing here because you just knew what he was going to ask you. So with a blushing smile, you say, “Yes. I would love to.”

From then on the rest was history. You two were inseparable. You did not want to let him go. He was a drug you couldn’t get enough of. The more you were around each other, the more open you began to be with each other. You seem to fall more and more in love with him every time you saw him. You would gush over the little things he would do or say. You’d die of laughter when you would tell him a joke and he would think you were actually being serious, or when he would tell a corny joke and you would try to act like it wasn’t funny, but end up laughing anyways. You loved learning about his favorite hobbies, his favorite foods, books, what he likes and doesn't like, everything. 

You cherish those moments with him. But the memory that stood out the most was when he proposed to you a year later on your anniversary date. You were at the park having a picnic when he popped the question. Everyone who was around watching were so happy for you two when you said yes. You couldn’t stop crying or laughing because you couldn’t believe you were going to marry your soulmate. 

Immediately after the proposal Gardner moved in with you. You asked him about the boat he lived in and he wanted to keep it, but he didn’t know what to do with it. He didn’t want it sitting in front of his brother’s house, so you told him to just keep it and move it to the backyard. 

It took you months to plan the wedding. You both wanted a small wedding with your family and Gardner’s friends and his brother. It was hard trying to find a venue since it was the only thing putting y’all behind. But you ended up finding one, which was way out of town about two hours away. But you didn’t care. It was perfect and it was worth stressing over.

After the ceremony you left for your honeymoon to the Grand Canyon. You wanted to surprise Gardner about visiting the Grand Canyon because all his life he dreamt of being there, so you were more than glad to fulfill that dream of his. “Okay, are you going to tell me where we’re going now?” He asked you for the fifteenth time today when the plane had landed, “I think I might combust if you don’t tell me.” 

You rolled your eyes and chuckled at how he was looking with the blindfold you told him to wear, “You’ll see when you get off the plane, Gardner, for the hundredth time!”

And when he finally took off the blindfold when you told him to, he couldn’t contain his excitement. You saw a side of him that you haven’t seen before which definitely surprised you. He was acting a fool from the airport all the way to the hotel. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy watching him fangirl about being in the same state as the Grand Canyon. 

You’d also be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the kisses he was giving you on the way there. It was oddly turning you on seeing him like this. When you and Gardner finally confessed your love to one another was when you two had sex for the first time. You weren’t a virgin, and Gardner wasn’t either and it honestly shocked you when he told you the story. 

But it was the best sex you’ve ever had, and since then you couldn’t take your hands off of each other. You happen to look down at Gardner to see a bulge in his pants, “Mmm,” you bit your lip as Gardner kissed down your neck, trying not to moan loud so the Uber driver could hear you, “I should surprise you more often.” 

“I would be totally down for that.” he murmured and lightly bit down on the soft flesh of skin. As much as you were enjoying this you had to push him away, “Baby, wait until we don’t have company to do this.” you said softly with a giggle so the driver couldn’t hear. 

But Gardner wasn’t having it. He started pouting and pulled you closer into him, burying his face into your neck, “I need you.”

“We’re almost there.” you wrap your arms around him while kissing the side of his head, “Then we can have as much time as we want with each other.” 

*********

Gardner crawled back up from paying special attention in between your legs and lined himself at your entrance, “Are you ready, baby doll?”

Being high off of your last orgasm you nodded lazily, wrapping your arms and legs around him as you lick your lips, “Yeah. Please, Gardner..”

Gardner nods and slowly enters you. Your eyes flutter close and a soft moan escape your lips. Gardner whimpers into your neck and slowly pulls out, then back in rhythm. Your nails drag down his back as Gardner pulled away from your neck to kiss you deeply. This was what home felt like. Gardner was your home. You two belonged to be molded together, to explore each other and to love each other in different ways. 

You whimpered into the kiss before pulling away to catch your breath. Gardner rests his forehead against yours as he stares into your eyes, those gorgeous eyes that he gets lost in every time you look at him. He moves your legs up more to deepen his thrusts before quickening his pace. Your moans became louder as so his pants. He was getting close. He could also feel you getting closer as you clench around his length. 

“Baby, I’m gunna cum.” you breathed out before sucking on his neck, which made Gardner begin to tremble. “F-fuck, me too.” he says. He reaches for your hands and pins them above you to lace his fingers with yours. Your core begins to tighten, and after a few thrusts you cum as you clench hard around his dick and your legs and arms tighten around him. Gardner’s thrusts falter and cums deep inside you, a mixture of moans and whimpering against your neck. 

You both lay in each other’s embrace as you listen to Gardner’s heartbeat while he softly taps his fingers against your arm with a content smile. Your other hand was laced with his that was placed on his chest, which he would give kisses to it ever so often. This moment was so special to Gardner. He’d never thought he would live to get married. He’d never thought someone would love him as much as you did. He thought the people he knew a long time ago was supposed to love him, watch him grow up, be a family with him, and stay in his life until the day he died. But he has you now to make up for all of that. He wouldn’t even trade you to get any of it back. 

You couldn’t believe this magnetic force of a man was now yours, and you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with him. 

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THIS. IS. SO. GOOD. !!!!!!!! Omg

Lady In Red

Chapter Fourteen

Summary: He was only back at work for a week, just a simple favour to a friend. Gardner didn’t think anything of it, it’s not like it would make any difference. Then he met Margaux. 

Pairing: Gardner Langway x original female character

Words: 5k

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No matter what was happening in Gardner’s life, the sidewalk was always the same. Every so often, something new would appear but no one could change its basic elements, so it was always the same turns, the same roads, the same curbs.

Gardner loved it, that reliability, it was a comfort. He could understand why some might think that was strange, to love something as simple and sometimes as ugly as the sidewalk beneath their feet, but to Gardner, who had known such uncertainty, the cracks and patterns he’d known his whole life were a constant, and things didn’t have to be beautiful to be loved, things didn’t have to be perfect to be cherished.

The sidewalk was always the same. Usually. Much like everything else in his life, knowing Margaux had made his world a little brighter, a little more colourful, and a lot more wonderful.  

He passed the new paving slabs on Bleeker Street that spiralled into each other like snail shells, and the pothole that had been filled on Lake Drive. Foxglove Avenue merged into Marigold Lane, where bright orange flowers waved at him as he passed. 

Just at the point where the road narrowed, there was a drawing. Gardner wouldn’t have seen it if he didn’t have his eyes down. In red chalk, someone had written ‘GOOD MORNING!’ in big block letters. 

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Wildest Notes Chapter 1

okay so tumblr decided to have a stroke obviously and decided to delete the entire first chapter because. I decided to add the word Chapter 1..so I’m tagging y’all again mostly for my sake. So sorry. 

For those of you who have no idea what this is. YOU’RE SO WELCOME AND I THINK YOU’RE GOING TO ENJOY WHAT I’VE GOT COOKING IN MY LITTLE BRAIN FOR OUR MAILMAN GARDNER!

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And I’ll see you guys in whatever I post later! 

HERE WE GO! 

Chapter 2

Masterlist

And that’ll do! After an entire night of moving and unpacking. I’ve finally made it into my new home! It’s a tiny little hole in this town but I couldn’t be more happy with it. Right outside of the city and quiet enough you don’t hear the traffic. Absolutely perfect! 

I walked into the living room where Angus was sound asleep with the sunshine beaming on him. Kind of forgot that he enjoys the sunlight when he’s taking his naps and all the drool that comes from English Mastiff. Hopefully I can put something together for my giant in the backyard so he can lay out for as long as he wants. 

Speaking of outside, that's all that's left to do in the house and it’ll be complete. I’ve already got my seeds ordered for the flowers and veggies for the backyard. I have to figure out what I want to do for the front yard. Maybe I can have a line of sunflowers against the fence? Ivy wrapping around the fence? That’ll take months but atleast the weather here is very nice. I’ll have to think of something in order for a much nicer garden for my obsession. Maybe some ferns and some lava rocks? Nah we’re not in the right territory for lava rocks. I already know the backyard is going to have the largest sunflowers I can get my hands on. 

I should take a walk around the neighborhood and get some fresh air. And I imagine Angus would just love a walk, even if he’s tapped down on the floor in the middle of the road! But look at him relaxing on the fluffy rug! 

“Someone wants to go on a walk doesn’t he?” I asked him as he sat down in front of me waiting for me to clip the leash. Found Mr. Angus under the bridge when I walked from the orphanage to school. He was only a puppy when I first saw him and from that day on I was giving him food from breakfast and left over from lunch. Then he started following me back to the home every night. 

Angus and I walked out the front door as I patted the front part of my overalls for where I put my keys. He barked out towards the street as I turned around to see the mailman coming through the gate but stayed back due to the dog. 

“He doesn’t bite.” I smiled as I led Angus towards the mailman as he stood there so tall and firm. I don’t even think a gust of wind would blow him over, even hurricane wind wouldn’t knock him down. 

Angus began circling the mailman sniffing up and down his legs, down to the tip of his toes. I chuckled as he stuck his nose in the mail bag and sniffed all the letters and tiny packages. The man bounced away from Angus as he dug through the mail to hand me my two envelopes. 

“I’m Cora.” I told him as he took a deep breath in. 

“Gardner. Now if you’ll excuse me Miss Lister. I have to get back to work and take my lunch.” A 180 turn away from me as he walked out of the fenced front yard back onto the sidewalk. Wait what’s this slip? 

“Umm excuse me Gardner.” He stopped as he faced the fence. I walked over towards him with the only thing blocking us was the picket fence. I then showed him the slip as he looked at the slip then back at me. 

“It’s a package. That’s a slip.” Obviously but what did I order? Wait did I order anything or is someone mailing back from what I left at the old house? There’s a lot of things this could be. He was about to walk away as I was trying to finish this conversation without him running off. 

“Can I assume that you’re bringing it by tomorrow?” He stopped dead in his tracks and turned towards me. 

“Section 4.7 of the resident manual stipulates packages of that size cannot be left without the recipient's signature.” Didn’t realize it was such a big package goodness. What on earth could I have left at the house!?

“I’ll be in the back working on some hoeing so just leave it on the corner of the porch. C’mon Angus!” I opened the gate, waving bye to Gardner. 

“Thanks Gardner!” I yelled as we began our walk. 

Angus and I watched him walk down the street stopping into each of the house's mailboxes. Probably should go the opposite way so it doesn’t look like I’m stalking him. 

“C’mon Angus.” I told him as I walked out of the gate down towards the opposite way Gardner was going. Glad to know the first I met was a very tight end mailman. I mean he was a little cute but I should get going. 

Angus was absolutely loving all the new smells and environment while walking around the corner onto the new sidewalk. I was humming a quiet song to myself as I heard a very loud whistle coming from the house I was passing. A foam rocket landed right in front of Angus and I for him to start sniffing it. An old woman came stumbling out of the house with a flask in her hand. 

“Ah damn it. Too much gas.” She yelled as I picked up her foam rocket as she walked towards me. 

“You moved into the house with the yellow door, yes?” You mean my absolutely favorite door in the world? That pretty yellow color that I love? Yes. 

“Yes mam.” 

“No one tells me yes mam, makes me feel old. Trudy.” She made it infront of me as I handed her the foam rocket. I glanced over to her blue and purple house to see her flowers on the ground were dying. 

“Cora. Nice to meet you.” I told her as she looked down to Angus. 

“And who is this?” She reached down as Angus began sniffing her fingers and arm. 

“Angus.” 

“We’ll he’s a heartbreaker. Glad you moved into the house, that old woman who used to own that place was crazy. She once walked out of the house naked like a jaybird.” She took a drink as I nodded along. Glad to know one of my new friends in the neighborhood is an old lady wearing a super long floral kimono. 

“I’ll let you back on your walk. Hey if you need anything please stop by whenever ya feel like. I could use a young drinking buddy myself. I make a mean long island iced tea.” Don’t really like alcohol on most days. Maybe a glass of wine at dinner or a beer when I’m grilling. 

“I’ll get back to you on that Trudy. Lovely to meet you.” I began walking away as she kept looking at me till she went back inside. So I got mad science living a street or two away and a mailman who's tighter than a screw. 

I continued along the sidewalk as Angus was walking a little faster since he was trying to see the entire neighborhood. I stumbled upon a patch of trees as Angus was just dying to start running around in there. Eh might as well. Don’t need to go back home for a few more hours and it’ll take me about an hour to get ready for work. I bent down to unlatch the leash from his collar as he went sprinting off. Don’t worry he’ll come back because he's going to have a nice chicken dinner before work. I began walking on the trail as I kept an eye on Angus as he was climbing on top of some fallen trees. 

It’s weird to think a few months ago I was job hunting and trying to find a place to live and now my life is slowly coming together. I need to write to my orphanage mother and let her know that I finally made it in the world. We were worried when I turned sixteen that no one was going to adopt me and by eighteen they kind of just threw you out onto the street. But now look at me! In a jazz band at night and selling my own produce at markets. Just exactly what I wanted in my life. 

We reached the opening onto a large tall field that was circled by the entire patch of forest. There was no trail that led into the field but one wrapping around it. A few park benches were placed along the trail as I began going down the path on the left. Angus ran running into the field  as he began hopping around in the tall grass. 

He barked each time he jumped out of the field till something caught his attention as he began smelling the air. He began trotting around the field as he began picking up the pace till we came across someone on the bench eating. Oh no he must have peanut butter! It’s Angus’ weakness! 

By the time I was about to tell him no he was already sitting in front of him with his tail moving across the grass. Crap crap crap! I ran up to notice it was Gardner just trying to enjoy his lunch in peace I’m assuming. But I stopped as Gardner ripped off a piece of his crust then handed it to Angus. He laid down in front of him and quickly ate it. 

“I’m so sorry about that.” I told him as I stood in front of him and attached the leash to Angus. 

“It’s fine.” Another short answer as he took a bite out of his sandwich. 

“Mind if I sit with you for a minute?” I asked him as he looked over his bag to then move it onto the ground next to him. I sat down on the other edge of the bench as I was watching Angus running back into the field. 

“I promise I’m not stalking you or anything.” I blurted out as he kept his focus on the field. It was an awkward silence for a few seconds as I tried to think of something to say in order to remove this awkwardness. 

“Why this little town?” He asked as I looked over and looked over at me.  

“I miss the little town feeling. I grew up in Eureka California and I kind of missed that town kind of feeling. Plus my job is here now and wouldn’t trade it for anything.” I nodded as Angus sat in front of me as I scratched his head. 

“What do you do?” Feels like I’m in an interview as he’s silently judging me. 

“During the day when I’m not sleeping I’m growing vegetables and herbs for any local markets. And at night I’m a jazz pianist.” He nodded as he looked over at him. I know it’s not a lot of money in my life but it makes me extremely happy. 

“You don’t like to talk do you?” I blurted out as he turned his head towards me. 

“No I do.” He defended as I nodded. So he likes to talk, but just doesn’t want to talk to strangers. Understandable. I’m a complete stranger who accidentally found him at the park during his lunch. 

“So are those hats comfy?” I asked him as he looked up at his white hat. 

“They’re good for the summer. Keeps the air flowing through my head and the sun from burning my neck.” I looked at it then chuckled at myself. 

“How’s the mail business going then?” 

“Fresh air, predictable, solid retirement fund.”

“Already sounds like a better life than what I’m doing.” I could sense he wanted to be left alone. I imagine this is very weird for some stranger to be sitting here with him. I should get going anyhow. 

“Sorry I’ll leave you alone. Listen if you ever get out or just bored at home. Come to Club Eclipse on 2nd. Thanks for letting me sit with you Gardner.” I grabbed Angus leash as I began to speed walking down the trail as my body became a little cold. How stupid was that? Honestly that was one of the stupidest things I’ve ever done in my entire life. 

“Thank you Miss Lister.” He blurted as I stopped dead in my tracks then turned around towards him. 

“Cora please. And for what?”

“This was….different.” He grabbed his bag and marched away. 

What a..what an interesting man. I hope to see him tomorrow while he delivers my package. Which I’m still trying to remember what exactly it was I ordered. He’s..kind of cute with his quirkiness. 

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regan’s 700 follower celebration masterlist!

hey gang! i figured i’d compile all of the blurbs from my 700 follower celebration in case anyone wanted to binge them! thanks again for all of your support!!! i’ll be continuing to update this as i finish the prompts.

joe mazzello

set me free (remotivate me)

a kind of magic

let’s go crazy

lay all your love on me

send her my love

somebody to love

she’s so lovely

moonlight mile

hold the line

dance macabre

songbird

tim murphy

touch

‘39

you

butterfly

telephone line

pat murray

black & white

eugene sledge

sweet is the night

sweet talkin’ woman

gardner langway

everything counts

gwilym lee

la vie en rose

somebody to love

old fashioned loverboy

afterglow

impulsive

new fears

cocoon

brian may

in my life

orchard house

‘39 + part two

secret door

john deacon

moonlight serenade

spread your wings

wake me

dreams

key largo

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Joe Mazzello: the fluffy chronicles.

A blue day. 

It took a lot from you to actually get up from the bed and check your phone after you heard several messages coming in. For you, it was one of the blue days. You were strong, trying to deal with everything, but it kept piling up and finally it was too much. It just overwhelmed you. You spent the entire day in bed, under your blanket, without caring to change your clothes from yesterday or wash your hair. You just physically couldn’t make yourself do it. So when you saw a few messages from Joe, saying he’s going to come to your house in the evening, you immediately panicked. You didn’t want him to see the mess that was your room, or the mess you were that day. You didn’t expect anyone who didn’t struggle with depression to understand what you’ve been going through. You knew a lot of them would never do anyway. For some of them, you had everything they wished they had. But it was just the surface. Sure, among other things, you had a handsome, caring boyfriend, who was just a dream come true. But in all honestly, despite the fact you loved him very much, you couldn’t really gave all of yourself to that relationship. You were full of fear caused by the depression – you were scared that you weren’t good enough for him, that he was just wasting his time with you, that he was a source of jokes because he had such an “awful” (in your mind) girlfriend. You thought that either he’s going to realize how unfortunate he is to end up with you and leave, or he’s going to get stuck with you forever and be unhappy. Either of those broke your heart. So what you couldn’t admit to Joe, but what you had considered in the past, was deleting yourself from his life. You thought that’s the only way for him to let go of the burden and finally be happy. You never said that out loud, but Joe was suspecting it might’ve crossed your mind. So when you sent him an emoji of a blue heart (a code you had, for telling him you’re having one of the blue days, but you love him and don’t want him to be worried, that you just need some time alone) he wasn’t planning to leave you to your own devices. Especially since was scared you would choose a razor blade.

Joe understood your struggle, at least from a perspective of a person who wasn’t dealing with similar problems himself. He was the second person you were the most open and honest with, right after your therapist. He knew you, the real you, and he loved you for who you were, which was almost completely unbelievable and impossible to you. It took you a long time to open up to him, but when you finally did, you felt a bit better – especially after he didn’t leave you, he kept coming back, talking to you, trying to help you. He was good at finding “small” solutions – things you usually did for a few hours, but they had a lasting effect, with you going even as long as a week without having bad, overwhelming thoughts. He bought you an aquarium with several different species of fish, since you loved animals. Observing them made you feel peaceful. He also took you on a road trip, where you could cut yourself from everyday life and have some vitamins from the shining sun. He made you laugh by having various funny and sometimes weird ideas. He let you put make up on him to practice, you both used colorful foam to make your hair have crazy colors for a few days. You sometimes pranked people together. He overall could just make you laugh, which at times was almost impossible. You usually didn’t fake anything around him, and that was really important and refreshing for you. But as it is with depression, after the good days come the bad days, and today was unfortunately one of the latter. You sighed quietly when you saw his text back.  

“I’ll come anyway. I just missed my girl too much,” you put your phone away and almost cried as you began to clean up your room. It was just too much for you. You felt helpless and unable to do the simplest tasks, the emotional pain was taking over the control of your body. You sat on the floor, trying to come up with any excuse that would persuade Joe not to come. You didn’t feel that bad in ages. You knew you will have to fake your happiness not to concern him, but today it felt like too much to ask from you. You just didn’t want to pretend.

Before you came up with anything that could make Joe stay at home tonight, he was already at your door. He knocked on it, and you jumped surprised and scared. After a second of bringing yourself together, you told him to come in.

“Hey… Your mom let me in,” you nodded hearing that. You looked down. Didn’t want him to see the make-up you had on from the previous day, or that your eyeliner was all over your cheeks from crying. Your hair was a mess. You were wearing just a simple tracksuit. You had no energy to get up, so he sat next to you.

“Please, don’t. I stink,” you muttered quietly, moving away from him. Only then you saw that little teddy bear he was holding in hand.

“It doesn’t bother me. Here, I brought you a present,” he gave you the teddy bear and you took it, looking at it carefully. It had a little sweater on, with your and his initials in a heart. You had to admit, it was cute.

“Thank you, it’s lovely. But please, don’t come closer. It may not bother you, but it does bother me,” you muttered quietly again, softly cuddling the toy to your chest. He nodded his head.

“So we’ll start with a bath, how about that?” he smiled and you looked at him with a visible exhaustion in your eyes. He knew you wanted him to go, but he just couldn’t let you be all alone when you were in such a state. He wanted you to feel his presence, his support. You knew he wasn’t going anywhere, so you slowly nodded your head, without saying a word. He got up and went to the bathroom that was attached to your room. He started preparing the bath.

You looked at the teddy bear again. His fur was really soft, and he was all white. You were planning to call him Joey, as it was your favorite nickname for your boyfriend, and you wanted to always have a Joey to hug at night. Soon after that, Joe came back to you.

“May I?” he asked, and when you didn’t object, he picked you up. You left the toy behind, on the floor. Joe took you to the bathroom and make you stand on a rug, while he began to help you undress. There was nothing sexual about it, on the contrary, it was almost as if he was a parent helping his child out after a long, exhausting day. He looked after you with care and protection. It gave you a sense of security.

After your clothes were already in the laundry basket, he helped you to get in the bath. He himself sat on a small stool next to the bathtub. The first thing he did was taking care of your yesterday’s make up, by washing it off. You didn’t like your bare face, but he actually loved it. He gently pet your cheek, but when you didn’t look at him, he took his hand away, not to do something you may not like. Then he took a sponge and began to wash your body with a shower gel. You were hardly feeling it. You felt like you were drifting away, like you were somewhere else, under the water, while your body stayed there with Joe. He felt you disconnecting.

“Hey, beautiful,” he kissed your temple. “Where are you now?” he asked, smiling slightly. You looked at him and tried to smile back.

“Right here, with you,” you put your hand on his and began to softly pet it.

“If you want to get anything off your chest, I’m here to listen,” he reassured you.

“Thank you, honey. But not today. Today I don’t have the strength to talk,” you explained to him, and you knew you’d understand without questioning it.

“Darling… I don’t want you to be mad at me for asking this question, but I have to make sure. Were you taking your pills?” he looked at you with concern, trying to find any way he could help you.

“Yes,” you nodded your head. “They just made my dose a little smaller… Apparently it’s a bit too early for that,” you answered him honestly.

“We will make sure they bring back the right dose. I’m glad you’ve been taking your pills, honey. I’m really proud of you,” he pet your head. “Always remember, you’re not alone in this. I’m here for you,” you looked at him and gave him a little smile.

“Thank you, Joey. I don’t know where I would be without you,” you muttered and held his hand, because you needed to feel his presence. He got the message.

“Do you need a hug?” you nodded your head and he cuddled you, petting your back. You liked everything about hugging Joe. His warmth, the smell of his perfume, his closeness. He held you for as long as you needed, he wouldn’t dare to break out of a hug first, knowing how much you needed it. So after some time you broke out of it, because otherwise you would stay in his arms forever. Not that you minded that.

“I love you,” you whispered so he could barely hear it. But he knew you meant it.

“I love you too. So, so much. You’re like my own personal piece of sunshine. I want to be with you forever,” there was an actual honesty in his words. There was something about him that just made you want to believe him, even on the days you didn’t believe yourself. “Did you sleep well tonight?” he asked with care.

“I barely slept at all, I kept on waking up,” you sighed quietly. Bags under your eyes were a proof of that.

“Are you having nightmares?” he held your hand now, petting it with this thumb.

“All kinds, the worst kinds,” you answered.

“What about meals, did you eat?” you shook your head.

“Mom brought me something earlier, but I couldn’t take a smallest bite without feeling like puking,” you explained to him and he kissed your shoulder.

“So how about I’ll make you something? Remember when we made pizza together? It was nice, wasn’t it?” he smiled, trying to make you remember the better days, and make you feel better. It really was a nice day, the pizza day he mentioned. It was when your mom had a girls night out and he stayed with you. You cooked a pizza together, making a huge mess, but it was fun. And the pizza was delicious, despite the fact it looked absolutely awful.

“After the bath?” you asked, looking at him. He nodded with a big smile.

“Yes, after the bath. I’ll make you anything you want. And then we’ll watch your favorite Disney movie. Would you like that?” you nodded your head slowly. “So we will. Now come on, tilt your head back. We need to make your hair wet.”

When he was washing your hair, you calmed down a little bit. His touch, his fingers running through your hair, his gentle massage, all made you feel a bit better. Later he helped you get out of the bath and dried your body up with a towel.

When you came back to your bedroom, you began to brush your hair, while he was drying it with a hair dryer. The warm air filled up the room and made you feel better. After that, you put some actual clothes on instead of a pajama in case your mother was in the kitchen. Yes, you were an adult, but still, it would be quiet uncomfortable to expose the fact you were just naked around your boyfriend like that. Even though your mom actually liked Joe. She saw the good impact he had on you.

While in the kitchen, Joe started off on his own, trying to make some traditional Italian pasta from a recipe he found on the internet. But when you saw him struggle, you soon joined his effort, so now you struggled together. You chuckled as you were trying to make something out of the things that you had, instead of those that were actually in the recipe. Joe was cracking jokes all the time, and it actually helped you forget for a little while. You focused entirely on him.

When you finished, you went and had a dinner on the balcony, talking about stars, cosmos, and people passing by on the street. Joe wrapped a blanket around you to make sure you won’t get cold. He asked you about how you felt and kept on reminding you that you’re valid and important for him and if you ever needed him, he’s there. Then you came back to his room and watched the Disney movie he suggested earlier. Before the ending, you were already yawning.

After all of that, late at night, he suggested he should come back home, but at this point you didn’t want him to go, so you persuaded him to stay. You felt better falling asleep in his arms, and he held you tightly, petting your back. The Joey bear was lying next to you on the pillow.

The last words you heard from your Joe before falling asleep was always “I love you,” whether it was through a text, call or in person. Tonight was no different.

“Sleep well, honey. I love you,” was the words you heard from him while you already were half-asleep from all the day’s exhaustions. You had a feeling that this night will be better than the previous one. And you sure hoped that if you had a nightmare, Joe would appear in your dream to save you, just like he protected you in real life.

[sitonmyhot-seatoflove]

ok this is so sweet and so well written. my heart’s bursting out of my chest

A Bit of Sunshine (Gardner Langway x Reader)

Summary: While a new arrival on the end of Gardner’s postal route starts to stir-up his schedule, he becomes a comforting constant in theirs.

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Warnings: None.

Word Count: 3461

A/N: This is the first time I’ve posted anything fic related on Tumblr; I’ve posted on fanfic.net, but I figured since I read so much on here, I’d give it a go. So this is also my first time writing in second person POV, so let’s see how that goes. Thought I might make other parts to this story, so if anyone is interested… let me know!

The afternoon was warm, though not unpleasantly so. There was a nice breeze that swept in every now and again, carrying with it the smell of spring. It was the perfect kind of weather for walking, which was good news for Gardner, who was already on the last leg of his postal route. His hand deftly sought out the final two bundles of mail, which were to be delivered to the last condo on the street. Without looking, he took one wide step to the right, deftly avoiding an uneven shift in the sidewalk caused by a nasty crack. He knew every inch of sidewalk and pavement he walked daily like it was the back of his hand; he had memorized every crack, hole, and blemish as though they were tendons, wrinkles, and veins. Sidewalks had their own characteristics based on where they were located, and that was something Gardner loved. There was something poetic about the last swaths of chalk on the pavement outside the home of two children, or the way that cracks spidered along the sidewalk like a guide. It was beautiful.

The condo on the end of the street looked like a regular one floor house, but it was divided into a front and back apartment. The first condo was at the back, down a short stretch of driveway; the mailbox at the end of that driveway was a standard black mailbox with a steel latch and aluminum flag. Gardner listened to the familiar squeal of the hinges as he opened the door and slipped the thin stack of mail inside. An older woman lived there, alone. Very private, Gardner had come to realize, as she never came to get the mail till he was already on his way back up the street. She got Soap Opera Digest weekly.

The second condo, however, had taken some liberties with their mailbox. Sunflowers were painted brightly against the black metal, and two metal flower pots were secured to either side by a band that perfectly hugged to the rounded top of the box. Where the first mailbox had a spray of weeds at the bottom, the second had a nice bed of flowers that varied from year-to-year. One year it was marigolds. This year it seemed it was pansies. A younger woman lived in the second condo, her name was Laura. She had a subscription to National Geographic and seemed to be fairly timely with her bills. They exchanged pleasantries if she was ever around while he delivered the mail, but she was usually at work when he came around. There was never a lot of mail to deliver to her. What was interesting, however, was that someone would be moving in with her. Another woman, by the looks of the change of address form Gardner had seen that morning.

“Afternoon.”

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