#I'm happy he's happy in his career but i just miss his angel face

[sophsun1]

looking at gifs of randy as justin and getting emo over the fact i won't ever get to see him act on screen or in the public eye ever again 😔

[melodyanqel]

Heart Stealer | w.hj

summary: a little angel visits her father at his workplace.

pairing: husband!father!ha-joon x wife!mother!reader

genre/tags: fluff, established relationship, married couple, the cast of squid game being a family

wc: 1.2k words

a/n: it's been so so so long since i last wrote a one shot and i missed these. so i did one of my beloved hajoon hehe. i'm also planning to do more of my fav k-actors and dramas/shows so stay tuned! enjoy reading my luvs

pt. 2 - fairness

Squid Game is a worldwide phenomenon, and one of the most appealing features is the set designs. You are a passionate set designer. You illustrate your imagination and make it come to life for Squid Game and other popular Korean movies and dramas. 

Aside from your entertainment career, you are a mother and wife to one beautiful baby girl and the magnificent actor, Wi Ha-joon. Your love story with him is like something out of a K-drama.

The couple met during the first season of Squid Game and somehow Ha-joon found interest in a lovely woman who taught him how to draw the masks of the Pink Guards. Then, he asked her if she was available after filming. Like that, a spark ignited between the actor and the set designer. 

Ha-joon saw that you were the one for him, the starlight who showed him the brightest and happiest pathway in life. So, he proposed a hand in marriage. You straightaway agreed to be his wife and unexpectedly become the mother of his children. 

Wi Hwa-young is the cutest and sweetest baby angel. 

She immediately received so much love from Ha-joon’s fans and celebrity friends. She has her mother’s pretty eyes and lips while she has her father’s cute ears and elegant face shape and nose. She might become the next beauty queen in Asia and other places.

Hwa-young is also super talkative or babbles nonsense because she loves people’s attention and they just laugh and smile at her. Of course, like most daughters, she is a daddy’s girl. Hwa-young would get ecstatic whenever you say, “Appa” or Ha-joon’s name. 

A week before continuing to film Squid Game 2, you told her about taking her to work and Ha-joon will be there. Hwa-young happily bounced in her height chair and squealed. You couldn’t resist squishing her mochi-like cheeks and hugging her tiny body because she was too adorable. It warms your heart that she loves Ha-joon so much. He once doubted himself about not being the perfect father and it’s common for most upcoming dads to get nervous, but for him it’s different. 

Ha-joon is an actor with so much fame and will likely be out and less at home. Like the best wife that you are, you assured him that he wouldn’t be the worst father in the world because he truly cares about you and Hwa-young. Ha-joon cried when you comforted him. It also made you love him more whenever he expressed his vulnerability. 

Now in the present time, the family will continue to grow happy and healthy. 

“Wow! You look like a princess!” 

Hwa-young is sitting on the bed as you dress her up. It’s spring so you have her dressed in a pink floral dress with short sleeves, frilly socks, and strapped shoes. You even added a bow clip with a glittery heart in the middle on her ebony hair. “Are you excited to see appa?” You asked and earned a joyful giggle. You etched a smile. “He is excited too. How about Jung-jae samchon, Byung-hun samchon, and everyone else?” You say the names of the famous actors and Hwa-young continues to giggle out loud. 

Once finishing her outfit, you take your child, purse, and baby bag, ready to leave the apartment. It’s very spacious with a gorgeous view of the city and perfect for a family of three. You enter your car to buckle up Hwa-young in her seat. She is seven months old and is close to the stage where she can walk. She has been crawling and it amazes her parents how fast she moves. Maybe one day she’ll become athletic like Ha-joon. 

You shut the driver’s door and start up the vehicle. “Ready baby?” You reached your hand behind your seat to touch Hwa-young’s small hand. She shakes yours as a response. You chuckle, “Okay. Let’s go!” You begin exiting the parking lot and making your way to the studio. It’ll be another long filming day, but Hwa-young will brighten the mood as you work. 

The thirty-minute drive was smooth, considering it was the weekend and usually gets hectic. You arrived at the place and parked the car. “We’re here, baby.” You tell your daughter, who babbles so cutely. You then gathered yourself to help Hwa-young out of her seat and take your belongings. A mother is always carrying a lot of stuff so it’s typical. 

You have your ID badge around your neck for access management and a sense of identity. All of your colleagues wear them because working in the film industry is like working at an ordinary job but with celebrities. And it’s to show you are working for the production team. 

As soon as you walk in, the staff members greet you and Hwa-young, more like going frantic when they see her. She does the same by flailing her arms with a big smile. 

After saying hello to the staff members, you go to your office. While going through the hallways in a big studio, you see the cast members are together in a room, rehearsing their lines. 

Ha-nuel is the first person to see you and Hwa-young. “Y/N! Princess! Hello!” A large smile plays on his handsome face. In unison, the cast notices and is happy to see you both. 

Jung-jae reaches out his arms. “Come to samchon!” He beams at the sight of the baby. You handed Hwa-young to the star of the show. She instantly got comfortable in his arms. “You’re much bigger now,” Jung-jae said, kissing her forehead. Byung-hun is next to him and he gently pokes Hwa-young's soft chubby cheek. “You look so pretty today. Are you a real angel?” He asked and his index finger got held by Hwa-young’s little hands. 

You and the actors and actresses laughed merrily at the precious interaction. One by one, they all take turns holding Hwa-young because she is their mood booster and is clearly enjoying it. Your baby should be called, ”Little Miss Popular.” 

Si-wan was the last person to hold her and she squished his cheeks, hard. “Hwa-young-ah! Samchon loves you too!” He cried out through the pain yet allowed her to do whatever she wanted. Yu-ri takes out her phone to snap a picture. “Aww so cute!” She gushed at the moment and everyone did the same thing—taking videos and pictures of Si-wan getting attacked by Hwa-young.

Ae-sim says, “For such a tiny being she is strong.” The oldest of the cast is amazed by Hwa-young’s growth. You nodded, “Ha-joon’s child, after all.” You and the people can see the resemblance. 

Then, the man of the hour walks into the room. He is wearing all black, fluffy dark hair down, and the slight stubble on his upper lip is showing. Ha-joon’s appearance looks mysterious and cold but he quickly smiles when he spots the love of his life and princess. 

“Wow, this room is energetic.” Ha-joon comments on the upbeat atmosphere. You tell him, “Well your daughter has the effect.” You watch Hwa-young pulling on Si-wan’s hair. 

Ha-joon snickered and helped his friend out. “You little mischief. Are you stealing people’s hearts?” He gingerly takes his daughter into his arms and nuzzles his nose against her nose. She squeals at the ticklish touch.

Seo-hwan speaks out of the blue, “Just like her father.” His comment has the cast and you laughing, jovially. Ha-joon blushed and Hwa-young looked clueless. Dong-uk cleared his throat from laughing too much. “She will become a heart stealer when she grows older.” He stated, which has the father chuckling nervously. 

“I hope not,” Ha-joon replied in a playful yet stern voice. You sighed and rolled your eyes because you expected him to be overprotective. 

[piastri-fvx]

Love hate. Lando Norris.

Pairing: Lando Norris x f1driver!ferraridriver!reader, smau, one-sided enemies to lovers (inspired by Na Na Na by One Direction)

Summary: When she doesn't like him and he's in love with her.

Word Count:

Face claim: Sabrina Carpenter and girls from pinterestttt!!

Disclaimer/s: None!! Just fluff and bickering/teasing

A/N: i basically had no time to write anything because i had a lotttt to do!! anyways, i hope u enjoy!! lmk if u have requests or want to be on my permanent tag list <333 also i wrote this before lando changed his instagram @ so i had to go back and change emmmm!!

♡ Masterlist ♡

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@yourusername

liked by lando, alexandrasaintmleux, ferrari, charles_leclerc, maxfewtrell and 2.484.916 others

yourusername starting the 2025 season like thisssss

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user1 every model should thank y/n for choosing this career path, they wouldn't stand a chance against her 🙏

user2 THE QUEEN IS BACK YALL

-> user3 manifesting another y/n season

charles_leclerc favorite teammate 😁 liked by author

-> yourusername tyyyy!! you're my favorite too

-> user4 oh to be friends with y/n or charles

oscarpiastri good luck on the first race! liked by author

ferrari our girl ❤️🫶 liked by author

-> yourusername forza ferrari sempre!!

-> user5 y/n was meant to be a ferrari driver, no one can convince me otherwise

-> user6 real, if you don't agree, argue with the wall

alexandrasaintmleux 🥰🥰🥰 liked by author

-> yourusername 🫶🫶🫶

-> user7 y/n basically being charles's sister atp 🛐

-> user8 and alex's sister lmao

-> user9 y/n leclerc from now on 🙏

user10 SHE IS GLOWINGGGG

user11 pookie is backkkk!!

-> user12 y/n we need all of the tea

-> user13 real, how was break, y/n?

lando 😍

-> yourusername no.

-> user14 humbled him real fast 😭

-> user15 is he just silent or was he silenced 🛐

-> user16 lando got gagged lol

@lando

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lando new year, new @ 😁

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oscarpiastri 👍 liked by author

-> user1 typical Oscar behaviour

-> user2 fr the response is soooo oscar

user3 should've been landgoat yk 😝

user4 just a chill guy

-> user5 just a chill guy named lando

-> user6 who drives cars in weird shaped circles for a living

-> user7 and has no rizz (iykyk)

mclarenauto short and sweet. We love it 🧡 liked by author

-> user8 okay sabrina carpenter.

user9 still our goat 🤪🎀

user10 i'm sorry, the old lando can't come to the phone right now ✨

-> taylorswift 😙

user11 y/n being in his likes tho...

-> user12 real, because what about lando's lack of rizz?

@yourusername

liked by lando, oscarpiastri, lilymhe, flavy.barla, jade_distinguinn and 5.385.495 others

yourusername sooooo happy with p1!! congrats to osc on p2, well deserved

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lando what about my p3???

-> yourusername go oscar!!!

-> oscarpiastri go mclaren

-> lando go lando!! 😁

-> yourusername ...

oscarpiastri thanks mate liked by author

-> yourusername you're welcomeeee, osc

-> user1 😁😁😁

user2 cutieeeeee 🫶🫶🫶

user3 i think i'm lesbian now 😍

-> user4 *bi, lando norris exists

-> user5 omg right

user6 oh how i love y/n photo dumps

-> user7 her aesthetic is literally what i wanh mine to be like

lilymhe angel 🫶💗 liked by author

-> yourusername getting ready to get down on one knee right now ☺️

-> user8 lando, alex????

-> user9 y/n is stealing albono's girl 😭

user10 beautifullll 🤍

user11 queen of pinteresty photos liked by author

user12 girly we miss you on tiktok

-> user13 real, i miss y/n's influencer era

-> user14 yeah!! come back, y/n

user15 i wanna eat these pics liked by author

lando i agree with @user15

-> yourusername respectfully, get out of my comments

-> lando awwwwww 😫

-> user16 lando got rejected

-> user17 AGAIN

@lando

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lando she lost a bet

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yourusername i don't support this

-> lando why didn't you at least like the post, baby 😩

-> user1 BABY??????

-> user2 SCREENSHOT SCREENSHOT

-> user3 I'M FRAMING THIS ON MY WALL WTF

user4 CAN WE TALK ABOUT LANDO CALLING HER BABY?????

-> user5 REAL BECAUSE IS THAT A HARD LAUNCH

user6 can we talk about how STUNNING she looks?

-> user7 real!! like damnnnn

user8 why is she so prettyyyyy 😭

oscarpiastri lol

-> yourusername 🙄

-> user9 oscar is having so much fun with this lmao

user10 lando entering his aesthetic arc???

user11 y/n pookie is such a good influence on lando

-> user12 especially on his insta feed

-> user13 "thank you y/n" we all chant in unison 🛐🛐🛐

user14 y/n looking like a goddess as always 😫

-> lando yeah she does that 😣

-> user15 LANDO WDYM

user16 guys i think lando's trying to tell us something

user17 lando trying to hard launch and y/n refusing 😫

-> user18 it's giving mixed signals

@yourusername

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yourusername hard launch or whatever

tagged: @lando

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user1 favorite enemies to lovers 🛐🛐🛐

oscarpiastri finally liked by author

-> user2 OSCAR 😭

user3 so invested in this

-> user4 same

-> user5 finally something interesting lmao

user6 i smell something

-> user7 a love story 🥰

user8 lethal face cards belong together

-> user9 real

-> user10 the proof is literally RIGHT HERE

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-> yourusername you're welcome, darling 💗

-> user12 i would faint if she called me darling

-> user13 @user11 got so lucky wtf

user14 i guess being a ferrari fan, this is the only win we can get

-> user15 #depressedemo

-> user16 there is not one ferrari fan that is mentally stable

-> user17 can't even protest tbh

-> charles_leclerc me neither

user18 lando, please give me y/n

-> lando never.

-> user19 mama a lando behind you

user20 we may call ourselves lando fans, but we are really just y/n fans liked by author

@lando

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lando MY WOMAN 😍😍😍

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user1 do you guys perhaps need a dog?

-> user2 i can bark

-> user3 woof woof woof

user4 meow meow meow

user5 sometimes babygirl is lando norris

-> user6 sometimes babygirl is a 24 year old man

-> user7 who drives cars for a living

-> user8 and has a stunning gf

user9 i'm only here for the y/n pictures

-> user10 same it's what we deserve

user11 lando i only follow you for the y/n pictures, more content please

-> lando as you wish

-> user12 YAYYYYYYY

user13 my day just got brighter after seeing this GORGEOUS WOMAN

user14 lando can you fight?

-> user15 i guess lando has to fight now

-> user16 he can't take all of us at once

user17 they look so cute 💗

-> user18 y/n is stunning and so is lando 😭

-> user19 no but they are

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A/N: i'm soooo tired but wanted to get this out of my drafts lollll!! feel free to request and please comment (if u want), i would love to get some feedback, lmao! love u all and hope u enjoyed this

tags!

@freyathehuntress

[cabinwritesmatt]

Long Distance Love Letters<3

Chris moved to LA for his career. You stayed back to finish school. Instead of drifting apart, you make a deal: no calls, no texts — just one handwritten letter a week. Over the time of a month, the letters turn more emotional… more vulnerable.

Bsf chris/bsf reader

warnings: just fluff and angst!

Chris Letter One:

Hi Y/N,

Today I walked past a house that had a little orange cat in the window. He reminded me of yours. I stared at it a little too long and thought about how you'd be so mad at me if I didn't take a picture, but I remembered you deleted social media and instead It felt like something I wanted to keep in my memory, not in my phone. Like it was too soft to be digitized. Kind of like you.

My first week here has been really hard. I wont lie to you. When I landed in LA all I could think about was your sad face when I left. Your voice had gotten quiet, but I kept pretending I was still listening. Truth is, I wasn’t. I was just looking at you. Trying to memorize your face. Like some part of me knew things were going to feel different after that. Unfortunately, it took me two days to start really unpacking my things because I missed you so much. Is that normal? Let me know.

Im sorry for making my first letter so sad. I really do love LA and i'm happy for my brothers and I, it's just taking some getting used to.

I hope your week’s been kind to you. I hope school’s not chewing you up too much. I hope you’re still drinking that stupid overpriced lavender coffee you love. I hope you miss me even just a little, because missing you feels like the only constant I’ve got out here.

Write back soon, okay? I don’t know why it helps so much. It just does. Chris

Y/N Letter One:

Dear Chris,

I read your letter twice. Well, three times now. The first time I cried. The second time I smiled. The third time I kinda just stared at it in silence hoping to somehow hear your voice.

You're right, I would be really mad at you for not sending me a picture of the cat you saw. Im happy it made you think of me. Ive been thinking about you a lot too. If you're still wondering if its normal to miss someone so much, I really hope it is because i've been a wreck.

I still order that "stupid lavender coffee". I've noticed it's not quite as good without you nagging me from across the table about how overpriced it is for some foam and flower petals on top.

Schools really stressful but it's a great distraction. Life's all the usual. Besides you being gone of course. Who would of thought one thing would make me feel like a half of me is missing?

Anyway, my week consisted of school, my friends dragging me to go out, and watching old romcoms like we used to. I cant wait to hear about your week. I hope this gets easier for the both of us.

Write back soon please. Y/N

Chris Letter Two:

Hi Angel,

Letter two. Two weeks without hearing your voice. But who's counting?.....definitely me.

Right now, i'm sitting on our balcony watching the sunset while I try to put my thoughts onto paper. The sunsets beautiful. I wish you could see it with me.

Yesterday, I had a shoot for some brand I didn’t care about. I smiled, said the lines, wore the clothes — did the whole influencer thing. People kept calling me “man” and “bro” and acting like we were best friends. It’s funny how many people know my face but don’t know a single thing about me. It can get really lonely out here. I'm not used to feeling alone. Im used to having you. God does this get any easier??

Also — you’d be proud. I learned how to cook something other than eggs. Chicken parm. (I FaceTimed my mom and she walked me through it like I was five, but still — a win’s a win.)

Write me back soon, yeah? Tell me something small. Something stupid. Tell me about your day. I just wanna feel like I’m still part of it. Chris

Y/N Letter Two:

Dear My Favorite Person,

I read your letter in my 9am psych lecture this morning. I think my professor thinks i'm a weirdo because I read it with every emotion expressing itself on my face. At least I didn't cry this time.

I wish I could of seen the LA sunset with you from your balcony. So much that i'm writing this from my balcony watching the sunset. Something about knowing we are under the same sky makes you feel not so far apart.

As for the brand shoot you had, i'm sorry you felt so alone. On the other hand, i'm super proud of you. remember why you're out there and how much you are accomplishing. Remember that i'm always cheering you on from miles away.

Im nervous to tell you this for some reason, but I met someone. His names Ethan. He's in my media class and asked me to get coffee. So I thought, why not right? He's not as funny as you, but he's nice. I don't know. Im trying.

I’m still gonna go. I think I should. I don’t know if that makes me a bad friend, or just a girl who’s trying to keep moving.

Write back soon. And tell me something stupid. Something you wouldn’t post online. I like those parts of you the most.

Chris POV:

The letter came on a wednesday.

I opened it right away. My body coursing with excitement to finally hear back from the one person I cant stop thinking about.

It was the first time i felt truly excited all week.

Ethan. From media. Nice, but not me. Just coffee.

The paper stayed in my hands, slightly crumpled now, the edges bent where I held too tight. She wasn’t mine. She never really had been. Not in that way I guess. So why did it feel like she just broke my heart and handed it to someone else?

We are just friends. I tell myself over and over again. Friends who write to each other like it's sacred. Friends who used to hold eachother every night. Friends who shared each others first kiss with one another at a party in 8th grade. Friends who hugs linger a little bit longer than normal.

I should be happy for her. Why am I not?

I didn't write back that week. For the first time since we started i just...didn't.

What could he say? "Hey, I’m proud of you. Also, I’m sick to my stomach thinking about you sitting across from someone who isn’t me." That felt pathetic. Selfish. And way too late.

I tossed the letter on my nightstand and laid back, eyes on the ceiling, trying to ignore the fact that she was probably picking out what to wear. Maybe texting her friends about it. Maybe thinking this could be something.

I laid awake with the heavy feeling on my chest only pressing me down further.

I really wanna go home. Im just not sure if I mean Boston or her anymore.

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My first chris fic!!! Let me know what yall think. I wanna do a part two!

[fluentmoviequoter]

It's Commander, Sergeant

Requested Here!

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!Army-FBI!reader

Summary: After years of thinking about Tim Bradford, you meet him again during a riot in Los Angeles. When he learns you outrank him, he falls... hard.

Warnings: incorrect Army terminology and actions, depiction of riots, fluff! a couple Call of Duty references. Also, I grew up ten minutes from Fort Rucker, so I'm allowed to trash talk it.

Word Count: 2.7k+ words

Picture from Pinterest

When you joined the Army immediately after graduation, you didn’t expect it to become a career. What surprised you more was meeting Tim Bradford. You only met him once, but he stayed with you, a firm and commanding yet protective and loyal personality that was impossible to forget. Now, years later, you continue to think about him occasionally, hoping he’s doing well and happy. He inspired you to work through the ranks and do something more meaningful than just obeying as you’re told. Not that being a soldier and taking orders is unimportant, as you’ve explained to the troops you are now Master Sergeant of. Personally, you felt a calling to do more.

“Master Sergeant, Sergeant Major Riley is here to see you,” a soldier says, standing at attention in your doorway.

“I’ll be right out to meet him. Thank you, Private,” you reply kindly.

You are a different kind of Master Sergeant, unwilling to act higher than the men and women who answer to you. Your respect for others, regardless of rank, has made you a favorite on base.

“No need. Is now a good time?” Riley asks, taking the Private’s place.

“Of course. What can I do for you, Sergeant Major Riley?”

“There’s a developing situation in Los Angeles. If you and your team are up for it, I’d like to send you in to help.”

“Los Angeles? Who has jurisdiction?”

Riley chuckles, shaking his head, as he says, “I knew that would be your first question. Not ‘what’s the situation?’ because that’s boring, right?”

“Something like that, sir.”

“The LAPD called in military reinforcements for an out-of-control rioting issue.”

“When do we leave?”

“1700 hours. Tell your troops.”

✯✯✯✯✯

“How’s everyone enjoying US Army Garrison Italy?” you ask your team, composed of twenty of the best soldiers.

“The men- the view is beautiful, Master Sergeant,” one of the female soldiers says.

“I’d have to agree. But we’re heading back to the States. There’s a riot issue in Los Angeles and they’ve called for the best to come in and help.”

“Riot control? Now, we’re talkin’, ma’am!”

“Los Angeles, California?” someone asks.

“What other Los Angeles is there, man?” a second voice replies.

You clear your throat, and everyone in the room snaps to attention. Smiling, you nod and confirm that your destination is Los Angeles, California.

“We leave at 1700 sharp. Helos are standing by. And before you ask, no, I don’t know when or if we’ll be back. LAPD is running point on this - listen closely, we are assisting. This is about the safety of US citizens. Not proving grounds or a test to become a Ranger. They’re calling the shots, but you still answer to me. Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am!” your team yells together.

“Then let’s get out there and protect our home.”

As you leave, someone whispers, “I’m gonna miss Italy.”

You agree, but your job is about more than the view from the base. As you pack to return to California, you wonder if you’ll ever be back to Italy.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Master Sergeant. Thank you for coming so quickly. I am Sergeant Wade Grey, I’m Watch Commander of the LAPD Mid-Wilshire division,” Grey introduces, shaking your hand.

“Nice to meet you, sir. Tell us where you need us, and we’ll be there.”

“We’ve got six teams out there right now, covering what we consider the biggest targets, but I’ll get you in touch with my lead Sergeant.”

“Is he in the field? We’d be happy to meet him where he is and take his direction from there.”

Wade sighs, a relieved smile appearing on his face. “You’re the best person in the state right now, Master Sergeant. He’s at the Wilshire Federal Building, the intersection of Wilshire and the 405. We’re running short on equipment, but we can get you transport.”

“Oh, we’ve got a ride. And, Sergeant Grey, feel free to drop the formalities,” you offer before telling him your first name.

“Only if you call me Wade,” he replies. “Wait- don’t tell me you have an APC parked outside my station.”

“We don’t. We have an M113 APC, a light tank, and six more vehicles waiting for a destination. You called for riot control, and we’re going to control some riots.”

“If you ever get tired of the Army, the LAPD would be happy to have you.”

“Unless you can offer me a station in Italy and as many armored vehicles as I can drive, I think I’m happy where I am.”

“Fort Irwin is scenic.”

You walk backward as you exit the office, tilting your head to the side as you consider. “Italian oceanside or California desert. Guess which I’m picking?”

“Good luck out there.”

“Thank you, sir- Wade.”

✯✯✯✯✯

The moment you jump off the side of the APC, two LAPD officers rush to you and your group of four soldiers. Splitting your team into five groups and sending one to join each of the LAPD squadrons seemed to be the best option. One of your team members introduces you to an officer, who nods and ushers you to follow him.

“Master Sergeant, this is LAPD Sergeant-“

“Bradford?”

Tim tilts his chin, his eyes the only part of his face you can see past his helmet and shield. You’d know him anywhere after countless nights of thinking of him and being inspired by him.

“Have we met, Master Sergeant?” he asks, his voice raised over the crowd gathering on Wilshire Boulevard.

Someone throws a flaming bottle of alcohol toward the steps of the building, and you motion for your team to push the crowd back.

“Later, Sergeant Bradford. Care to tell me what’s going on?” you ask.

“LA courts decided to take a bunch of cases back to trial, deal with overcrowding, standard procedures. But… you get it.”

“Don’t want ‘em out or want to make sure they do get out. Yeah, I know the answer, though I’ve never understood the thought process behind it.”

“You and me both. What are we supposed to do to show them this won’t change anything?”

Glancing at the crowd, you weigh the options. “Realistically, getting violent is only going to make this worse. I’m not suggesting a negotiation, but… what if we try stopping?”

“We’re not setting down our arms and opening the gates for them to storm the Wilshire Federal Building!” Tim yells.

“Then what would you like to do? Stand here until the trials are done?”

“That’s not-“

“Look, I don’t want to pull rank but if you’re just going to stand here and argue with me, I will, Sergeant Bradford,” you reply. His jaw clenches beneath his helmet, and you offer, “Half of your men lower their shields, a show of good faith. Then we go from there.”

Tim lowers his shield, stepping toward you to threaten, “If anything happens to my men, it is on your hands. This isn’t your home, but it’s mine.”

“I understand how this works, Sergeant Bradford. And I’m not telling you to do it alone.”

You push past him, leading two soldiers to the front line, dropping your shield, and raising your hands. The crowd members closest to you stop, looking at you curiously.

“There is a court schedule available online!” you yell. “If you have a loved one that you would like to advocate for, call the courts, call their defenders, and tell them why someone is worthy of freedom at the proper time and place! But don’t risk your own freedom, don’t take the lives of your neighbors or your peace officers in the process!”

You signal for all of the officers to raise their shields again. As the crowd storms forward, you rush into the fray, letting your training take over as you disarm the citizens around you.

“Down on the ground!” you yell, panting as the tank approaches behind you.

At the sight of the tank, the men and women standing in the road begin kneeling, lowering their weapons, and raising their hands. The LAPD rush forward, doing their jobs as you send your team to give your orders to the other soldiers you brought back to the States.

“That shouldn’t have worked,” Tim says, approaching from behind you.

Turning toward him, you sigh and remove your helmet. “Lots of things shouldn’t work, Sergeant Bradford.”

“You know my name; care to tell me why?”

Pressing your lips together to hide your smile, you walk past him, calling over your shoulder to say, “Never expected I’d have a higher ranking than you, Sarge!”

✯✯✯✯✯

“Is the Master Sergeant here?” Tim asks as he enters the bullpen.

“She’s with her team, briefing their superiors.” Wade smiles before asking, “Why would you like to know?”

“She knew my name. I can’t place her though.”

“She’s Army, you were Army… think about it, Tim.”

“I met hundreds of people in the Army, Wade-“

“Not all of them stay in the Army and work their way through the rankings because you inspired them,” you say, standing in the doorway. “Sorry to interrupt.”

“No problem,” Wade says, adding your first name while looking toward Tim.

Tim looks past you, clearly trying to place your name.

“I met you my first year, we were only in the same room for a few minutes and didn’t say more than a few words to each other. But you inspired me. You were a good soldier, a better leader, and I wanted to do what you did.”

“And now you’re a sergeant?”

Smiling, you correct, “It’s Master Sergeant, Sergeant.”

✯✯✯✯✯

“You got a little drool right there,” Angela jokes, pointing to the corner of Tim’s mouth. “What’s so special about her?”

“She outranks me,” Tim answers.

“Okay. Lots of people do.”

“Yeah,” Wade adds from Tim’s other side. “You don’t look at me like that.”

“No offense, Wade, but you’re not as pretty,” Angela replies.

Tim shushes them suddenly, nodding when you turn and see him. You smile at him, yet again drawn in by Tim Bradford’s presence and leadership. His not trusting you at first, yelling at you, was somewhat unexpected, but you’ve been in his place before. Trusting people as soon as you meet them is difficult, often impossible in your profession, but Tim’s quick change makes you smile. You’re a good leader, like him.

✯✯✯✯✯

“We’ve got a problem,” Wade calls, ending a phone call. “There’s another riot at Cal State Prison. LAPD and Lancaster PD can’t handle it alone.”

“We can never make it there in time,” Nolan responds. “It’s nearly 2 hours without traffic.”

“Now would be a good time to get a private jet or something, Thorsen,” Angela calls.

You pull your phone from your pocket, typing quickly before nodding. “I need Bradford,” you tell Wade. “And your landing pad.”

“What did you do?” Tim asks.

“Sikorsky X2 is five minutes out. We can get there and drop in 20 or less.” You raise a finger to point to everyone in the room. “This stays here. I’m not supposed to know the Army has one stateside.”

“Has a what?” Aaron asks.

“Good answer.”

“It only holds two crew members, but I’ve got a team out there that can ride in a cargo area. We’re going to need backup, so if you can get airships or anything, Sergeant Grey, please do. Let’s roll.”

Tim follows you quickly, jogging to catch up with you. “How’d you pull this off?”

“Somebody owed me a favor.”

“Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“That I inspired you to stay in the Army, to get here.”

“Oh.” You push open a door and begin climbing the stairs quickly. Stepping onto the roof, you look at Tim and say, “Ask me again when this is over.”

Tim waits until you turn away to smile. He can’t believe he forgot you, but your sacrificial, mutually beneficial leadership style, kindness, and abilities, not to mention that you outrank him, have him practically wrapped around your finger.

✯✯✯✯✯

Standing in the back of a helicopter and hooked to a rail, you lean out against the whipping air and feel weightless. The pain and concern of the day are wearing off, and as the sun sets, you’re glad you were asked to come to LA. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath.

Tim taps your side, and when he has your attention, he points West. The ocean is now visible, and the light ripples over the water, reflecting the pastel colors painting the sky. You smile at the view before looking back to Tim. Reaching up, you adjust the channel dial on his headset. He doesn’t even flinch at your sudden movement, and your smile grows as he leans toward you.

Looking at the soldiers behind you, you say, “If I think any of you can hear me, I’ll have you transferred to the worst base I can think of.”

No one except for Tim reacts, and he chuckles quietly.

“Okay, ask me again,” you request into your microphone.

“Did you really stay in the Army because of me?”

“Yes. You showed me what was possible, but your kindness toward me made me think I could do it too.”

“You could’ve done it without me.”

“Oh, I know.”

“Easy, Sergeant.”

“It’s-“

“Master Sergeant… when this illegally obtained helicopter lands, would you go to dinner with me?”

A soldier to your left moves, and you shake your head. “After this illegally obtained helo lands, and I have Henderson transferred to hot and humid Fort Rucker, Alabama, I would love to go to dinner with you.”

“Since you outrank me, surely you get paid better, so it’s on you?”

You lean toward Tim, pausing when your headset hits his. “I could also go back to Italy and see if anyone there is willing to take me to dinner.”

“Fine,” Tim groans. “I’ll pay, but only if you stay in town long enough to show me how much my inspiration paid off.”

✯✯✯✯✯

The dinner date does not go as planned. When you enter the police station, Sergeant Major Riley awaits you. He takes you into Wade’s office to talk, and Tim stands outside waiting for you.

Being a soldier means being sent to different places with only a moment’s notice, but being at your level makes things far more difficult and irregular. Tim may have missed his chance.

“Any idea what that’s about?” Tim asks Wade.

“No clue.”

You exit a moment later, your previous smile now absent. Tim tries to hide his disappointment, but he should have known getting into a relationship with a younger, yet higher ranking, soldier would never work.

“I blame you,” you tell Wade, stopping before him and Tim.

“What did I do?” he asks incredulously.

“You said there was an opening at Irwin, but you didn’t say that you only knew that because my Sergeant Major told you.”

“He may have mentioned it.”

“Anyone want to loop me in?” Tim asks tiredly.

“I’m moving to California. Leaving Italy behind to lead a new force,” you answer sadly. “No more authentic pasta for me.”

“Wait- you’re moving to California? Irwin, which is three hours from here?” Tim interjects.

“It’s your fault too,” you remember. “I let you inspire me to be a good leader and a good teacher, but now I’m paying for it.”

Riley calls your name, beckoning you back into the office. The second time you exit, you seem a bit more pleased.

“Is the offer for that date still on the table?” you ask Tim. “Looks like my team is going to be in LA county for a few days before I can get discharged.”

"Whoa, whoa, what are you talking about? You're getting out?" Tim asks, raising his hands in question.

"I'm receiving another raise in rank," you tell Tim, grabbing his extended wrist and pulling him toward the door. "But not in the Army."

✯✯✯✯✯

✯✯ 1 Year Later ✯✯

“Your form needs some work, but there’s potential,” you say.

“My, uh, my recruiter said that you take potential and make talent,” the recruit before you says.

Standing, you smile. “I like to think so. But I can’t do anything without your effort. So, are you willing to put in the work to do your best?”

“Yes, ma’am, Commander.”

“Then I only have one more question. Why do you want to join FBI special operations?”

“Commander,” someone scoffs from the doorway. “It’s like you take pride in increasing the divide between our ranks.”

Glancing over, you make a “shoo” gesture before finishing the recruit’s evaluation.

“Let’s go,” you tell Tim, gathering your things. “It’s been almost a year, and we still haven’t had an uninterrupted dinner date.”

“I’m not sure we ever will, Sarge.”

You move your hands to Tim’s shoulders, brushing your lips over his before whispering, “It’s Commander, Sergeant.”

[myhornysaga]

mmmm what is that certain incident... do graves and lawyer reader have kids ?? Or.... 👀 👀mmmmmm im watching from the shadowzzz

𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝

A/n: thank you for reading my work anon♡ the secret will be revealed, stay tuned

I'm planning on this chapter be divided in two parts so this is part 1 of this chapter. Songs recommended, in order: people in the front row, end of beginning, angel of the morning.

Tags: mdni, graves x Lawyer wife reader, established relationship, mentions of sex, pregnancy.

Part 2, Series masterlist , M.list

You and Graves had a kid.

A daughter.

She was born with the best of you and your husband Phil.

Just after a year of being married you discovered you were pregnant. Thanks to the little rendezvous the night before your husband was leaving for his 364 days deployment in the middle east.

He was in Marines back then and you worked as a full time criminal lawyer at your father's Firm, one of the three top Law firms specializing in International Laws and Extradition.

You were learning international criminal law under one of the most recognizable lawyers and a dear friend of your father, Mona De La Sierre.

Everything was going smooth, your career was at peak and you were only in your late 20s, till you discovered...

You have missed your periods for 2 months.

At first you had your doubts, no way you could be pregnant right? But its been 2 and half months since you and Phil had- no! Lets not have false hope. A simple pregnancy test will reveal whatever it is!

You sat on the toilet seat of the housing quarter. You had done 3 pregnancy tests and they all came... positive.

And it started.

You couldn't believe you were pregnant. You wanted scream and yell out of happiness and let everyone know Mr and Mrs Graves are having a kid!

You wanted the first person to know about this to be none other than the perpetrator! You couldn't just wait to call him. But you had to wait because you can only call him at night due to different time zones.

Despite staying awake past midnight and 14 calls, none were answered. You tried one last time before giving up and call next day.

The 15th call was answered by someone else.

"Hello? Phil? Babe?", you asked nervously.

"Hello?" The voice said

"Ahem... I'm trying to reach Sergeant Phillip Graves. I'm his wife is he there?" You questioned on the line.

"Uh no maam im sorry but the Sergeant will not be available for four weeks."

"4 weeks? You gotta be kidding me!", you huffed in frustration.

"Thats what im told Mrs Graves."

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4.5 weeks later.

Location: Marines Reconnaissance Base in [Redacted]

Sergeant Graves had returned to the base after leading a successful Recon mission without any casualties.

"Sergeant!" A marine called out for Graves in his tent, "sir you have a letter from home"

"Just in time", he chuckled as he sat down on his bed after a long and hard few weeks, finally resting on a proper bed instead of a dug out pit.

"The envelope looks big. Look out Graves, this could be divorce papers" one his teammates joked.

"Yeah totally. Chicks throw you divorce paper if you don't talk to em in every two hours. Haha", another one joined in

"Nah boys i don't think its that.", Philip tried to convince.

"Thats what captain Jerome said", another one jumped in and everyone started laughing. While Graves just shook his head while chuckling along and opening the envelope and started reading it.

He stood up straight out of shock, letter still in hand.

"Told ya its them divorce papers", the guys said.

"What is it Graves?", one of them asked in a serious tone now.

Everyone could still see the absolute shock on the Sergeant's face.

His heart was racing out of excitement, "Holy shit boys, im gonna be a father!", Graves said to his teammates.

Everyone in the tent started congratulating him and hugging the man. Some quipped with the question whether the kid is his or- Graves wouldn't let them finish and just hand them the DNA papers, solidifying his paternity.

The letter,

"My love, i hope you are doing well. I tried to reach you several times through call but i was informed that you are not available for 4 weeks.

Its an awful long time to wait to let everyone know. But remember this, i want YOU to be the first to know of this, that you are going to be a FATHER soon!

I checked in with the doctors and its confirmed! I am 3 months in. By the time you arrive, we'll be a family of three my bub.

And before you or your jarhead boys start questioning the legitimacy of OUR child, i will be attaching DNA tests as well, have fun.

So thats that. You are going to be a dad Phil! You better come back in one piece!

With love and warm hugs

Y/n L/n Graves xo".

.

Part 4

[spiderlilywritings]

of happiness and lies

Trigger Warnings: implications of murder, assault, SA, suicide

divider made by: @/kodaswrld

"Maria, what do you think about —"

"How did you feel when —"

"You must have been so shocked —"

Angel's gaze is lowered. The flashing lights of the cameras blind her, makes her eyes hurt. The voices are too loud, mixing together into a jumbled mess. She takes a deep breath, puts her mask on and looks up. She wills a soft, hesitant smile to appear on her face.

She needed to look sad. Needs to look like she's hiding her (non-existent) distress. In times like these, she can be a pretty good actress.

"I... I really am shocked." She starts and the voices die down, finally.

"I'm so sorry, I don't think I'm feeling very well right now. I can't... put my feelings into words."

She places a hand on her heart. Maria's heart bleeds and bleeds and bleeds. For her friends. For her loved ones. 

...But not for that person.

"My manager... he was a great person." Lies.

"He was amazing with his work. Always looked out for me and made sure I stayed in top shape. I can tell that he had my career in mind and took his job seriously." Sometimes, Maria can still hear his voice yelling at her. 

"I've only worked with him for a few months... but I'll miss him terribly. What happened to him was tragic and shouldn't have happened in the first place." One shot and he was gone. Ronin would scoff at such a quick and easy death.

'Should've tortured the fucker.' Ronin might say.

"My condolences to the bereaved family. May he always be remembered in loving memory." Such angelic words. Too bad they're just more lies.

The interview finally, finally ends and Angel can breathe.

In the end, her manager was just another juicy story for the reporters. They'll forget him soon enough. Angel can still hardly believe that she got away with her manager's murder. This one was far too close.

But in the end, they just saw sweet Maria dela Rosa. Scared and distraught of the unexpected murder that happened so, so close to her. Closer than they could ever imagine. (Really, no one even questions the blatant display of her teeth necklace and bracelet. Just how thick were those rose tinted glasses they wear for Maria dela Rosa?)

Time passes. Her agency sets out to find a new manager for her. She's expecting someone even worse.

"...Mari! Hi!"

She was expecting someone even worse, so how...

Your name falls from her lips.

How are you here?

"I'm your new manager, Mari!" That bright smile makes her heart clench. She thought she'd never see you again.

Angel gets up from her seat and before she realizes it, she was already hugging you tightly, like she's scared you'd disappear again.

(In her mind's eye, Maria sees you crying. She sees your hollow eyes. Your distant figure at the edge of a building — she remembers her rage. The most brutal murder the 'Heartsick Angel' ever committed. She remembers you quitting. Setting off to hopefully live a peaceful life. She remembers goodbyes. Feeling happiness and sadness for you overwhelming her all at once. This industry devours people whole. Violates them in the most gruesome ways.)

Angel pulls back, holding your shoulders as she looks at you. 

You look happier. Healthier than you've ever been when working in the industry.

"W-What are you doing here...? Didn't you quit?"

You grin (God, she loves seeing you so happy. So free.)

"I did. But... I thought it over for awhile. I still wanted to be involved — like, I wanted to. To help. I can't be on the stage anymore, but if I can watch over someone so they don't have to go through what I did... and, I saw the news. You needed a new manager. And. Mari you... you need... So I went for it. I applied and got the job. Surprise?"

"Oh my god, you're unbelievable!" Angel cries and laughs all at once, hugging you again. You hug back. It's so warm.

You're so warm.

"I'm okay now, Mari. You're... you'll be okay too."

"I'm... yeah. Yeah. I'll be okay."

Angel whole-heartedly believes it.

<goreboy>: so <goreboy>: heard you got a New Manager.  <goreboy>: Are They as Shitty as the last One? <Angelic>: no not at all <Angelic>: ...they're someone important to me <Angelic>: I feel like I'm dreaming <Angelic>: I can <Angelic>: I can finally breathe. I'm... really happy. <goreboy>: well I'll be <goreboy>: looks like this Shitty world finally decided to give our Dear Angel a break <goreboy>: ...I'm happy for you Maria <goreboy>: looks like the new Manager's gonna be good for ya

Reader's POV

Maria has her secrets.

Every person has one. Maybe it's something silly. Something sad. Something happy. Or...

Something so dark, it's better left buried.

You see it sometimes — a side of Maria she doesn't normally show. It's in the way her eyes look when she's around men. Particularly disgusting men with leering eyes, too adventurous hands and perverted words that they think would catch a woman's heart. (It doesn't. Their words are filthy. They make women feel violated. Absolutely revolting.)

You see it in her teeth necklace and bracelets — you wondered if they were real. And if they are, where did she get it from? The look she has when she fiddles with it is... something.

You make sure Maria is comfortable. You do your research, make sure that the people offering her jobs were decent instead of. Vile. Yeah. That's a good word for it.

You make sure she's taking breaks. Having fun with her friends, (you didn't mean to see the name of that strange discord server 'Slaughterhouse Losers' Is it some kind of roleplay server?), just... taking care of herself so her mental health doesn't suffer anymore.

Once, you met one of her friends — her ex, she later informs you with an eye roll and a fond smile. Ronin was... a character for sure.

You certainly liked his style.

His words were a bit strange — all cryptic and... poetic? With lots of biblical references. He's a nice guy (there's just something a little strange with how he looks at you. Not in a creepy way. Not like how you're used to with some people in the industry. It's just... he feels off-putting. Still, he's Maria's friend, so you'll trust him.)

Maria has her secrets. 

But you didn't need to know about it. 

Maria's happy now. You're both happy with the way things are.

Ignorance is bliss.

As long as Maria's safe. Happy. Healing.

...

You stare at the television screen where a reporter was covering another murder.

Its a male model; you recognize that handsome face. (Too bad his personality's shit.) Its the same guy that tried to punch you when you asked him to keep things professional and to not touch people without their consent.

Maria went out later that same day. She said she had something to do.

...

You shake your head, grabbing the notebook with the schedules you set for Maria today.

"Mari! Are you ready? We need to head out soon!"

Some things are better left in the dark.

[klara-rosa]

One of my special interests is 💫 biathlon 💫 and, like, from November to March it's stressing me the duck out if I have plans on the weekend because that means I'll miss competitions BUT my point is, that I love biathlon. I love love love it. It makes me happy. I've cried about this. I obsess over this. I check race times all the time. And today, one of the biggest reasons why I love biathlon was taken from me because the angel that is Johannes Thingnes Bø retired. AND Tarjei Bø, too!!!!

This hurts. I love these people. It feels like I know them. I've admired Johannes for, like, 10 years and he has been the golden standard for so long and his being so good at his job was also often maddening because he won everything and there was no suspension??? But I've also loved that because he made winning look so easy and he always did it with a smile on his face.

And Tarjei may not have as many wins but he is an equally established and top quality athlete. The guy is 36 and still has top 10 ski times and has won twice this season. And he is so nice and lovely and humble, too.

And, like, if these two guys weren't so NICE and GOOD as human beings, it would be easier but they are so nice and grounded and humble and funny and charismatic. And I feel they are just good people? They are good role models. They have good morals. They are such good sportsmen.

Biathlon is kind of ruined for me, at the moment. It looks grey in my brain now, like something's spoiled about it. I've kind of dismissed it in my brain for now. And it will be fiiiine come November. But. But...

But right now it just hurts and sometimes I can't believe how fast time goes by? Johannes was 20 just yesterday. He started winning just yesterday. He has always been this young, new, fresh athlete that everyone was talking about, and now, all of a sudden, he's 31 and a whole career has gone by. And I watched him for the entirety of it. I felt like I grew with him. It sounds so stupid but biathlon was on, whether I was depressed or anxious or down on myself or not. Johannes was there, and he got better and better, and so did I, and now he's leaving the circuit and I'm just here still with all these other athletes (but, like, my life is good now. Everything's fine!!).

Sometimes I wish I didn't get attached so easily and that my brain didn't have these very specific things it clings to so desperately. Life would be easier if I didn't care so much.

[riniworld]

heyy hey !! ✨️-anon here. saw that you wanted requests? and well, I've had have some ideas that's been like... stuff k in my head and I dunno whomst to ask here on tumblr who could wanna write it— anyways

my idea/inspo is actually from Fall Guy. the movie this year and like... yandere!stunt actor × director!reader in which like they had have a few movies made together cause the actor that yan!stunt works for is like super famous and has have been in many movies. and in this current movie they making, yan!stunt has have heard that the actor has have been courting or something with director!reader and well, being yandere that's like... something of a challenge 👁👁

and so... things happened actor mysteriously missing or something but the shooting must go on! and yan!stunt suggested they use the wonders of technology to have actor's face on his so he can just act out all the scenes before actor comes back to do it themselves— and.. yeahhh something like that 😅

(forgive me I just asked this at 5:30 AM without sleep yet 🫠😭 ignore if it doesnt make sense)

incomplete ending

(that's a title, this is complete)

warnings|| mention of blood,kidnapping, choking(no death), not proof reade.

reference|| you,director

a/n|| i understand you, i too sometimes have alot of questions but i don't know where to ask 😭 +tysm i love that idea to death, hope this is to your liking!

(new aesthetic style!)

you were an angel from above,or that what he believed.

he has worked with alot of directors in his career, but no one was like you, you actually cared for all the actors,much to his disappointment, the way you come yourself to check on him after his scenes, fawning over him if he got injured, he couldn't help but fall deep for you, and his luck made him work a few works with you, he'll cherish every second.

and he was beyond happy when he got another invitation to work again with you!.

the day so far was boring to him, he has read his script over and over again, where were you? he hadn't seen you all day, it's soffocating.

when his makeup had done he searched for you around the entire set,but you were nowhere to be seen.

he sees two people from the staff chatting so he approach them.

"excuse me, have you seen the director?" he interrupt them.

one of them shake his head and the other thought for a minute before replying "i think the director is with the main actor, they have been hanging out alot recently."

he pause for a minute, his thoughts wonder "with them? why did the director hang out with them?! are they close?! what if...", his thoughts cut off as he comes to his senses, the staff looking at him weird, he clear his throat "oh, thank you two." he says and walks away,clenching his fists hard enough to bleed if he had long nails, why were you with them instead of him! is there something between you two? his heart beat fast at the thought as he began to sweat, he enters the bathroom and lean into the sink, a creepy anxious smile form on his face. impossible, no no I'm overthinking this there's no way the director-ah calm down!.

the next few days, he was poping in front of you out of nowhere.

"director, can we eat lunch together?"

"director, i got you this, hope it's to your taste."

"director, i have a problem with this line can you help me?"

he was keeping himself steady with delusions and believe he, himself, knew it will all crash one day, but what can he do? if he snaps he'll make a mess that's hard to clean...well, that's didn't last long.

"have you heard the rumors?" one of the staff said.

the stunt actor was early in the set, expecting to see you there when he stumble upon the staff whispering between themselves.

"what rumors?" the other says.

"everyone here talking about it! seemingly the main actor has been hitting on the director!"

"plus they have been hanging out together alot these past few days!"

"shhhh!" one of them shush them off as he saw the stunt actor standing there, not like he's paying attention to them anymore. he has stopped thinking the moment he heard them talking about the main actor with you in the same sentence, now he can't think straight, rage and jealousy taking over his mind, as he thought of a million way to get rid of the main actor.

he waited eagerly for the main actor to come, he'll do anything to get anyone out of his way, you were his after all, his angel from the sky, his bless that he deserved.

"come in." the main actor says as he heard a knock at the door.

the stunt actor enters the room and close the door behind him, it was kinda abvious that he was holding something behin his back, if only the main actor was looking at him directly.

"hello" the stunt says as he looks around the room.

"hey..,it's not everyday you visit me, did something happen?" the actor says, looking at the stunt from the mirror as he added some touches to his look.

"no, nothing, figured we could spend sometime together."

"hm, good then, how's your scene going?"

"very good." he says as he starts to walk closer to the actor "but there's something missing.." he stops.

the main actor turn around to face the stunt "and what might that be?" he asks

"you." the stunt says and hit the main actor on his head with a cudgel that knock him off, his blood staining the ground.

the stunt pant, horror and pleasure filled him, he kneel down to make sure that the main actor isn't dead,even though he wish he was. he tied the actor with a rope he brought along and put him in the closet, he lock it and walks out of the room in a hurry.

he sees you from a distance and a slight guilt his him, but it go as fast as it came, he did this for you after all, for you to ne safe, to not have your heart broken.

"here you are!" he snaps out if his thoughts as he heard your voice calling out to him.

"is-is everything okay director?"

"have you seen the main actor he must be here by now"

he shake his head.

you put your hand on your forehead and exhale "god, today's the last day, where did he go? no one saw him"

"let's wait a little for him." he said and you nod in agreement, giving up on searching.

A whole hour passed and the main actor didn't show up, the whole set was on panic while you try to find a solution.

"how about i take his place?" the stunt suggest, making everyone freeze.

"what?" you say.

"i can take his place, with makeup and technology i can look like him until he comes."

you take a little time to think, but with everything happening you have no choice but to accept.

"okay, let's do this."

the filming went okay you think, there was some mistakes here and there but the technology can fix everything, but you're still worried, the main actor has never showed up it's concerning.

"cut! let's take a rest." you yell.

you went to take a coffee as you were feeling dizzy.

you were sitting alone on the roof drinking your coffee in peace as your thoughts wonder here and there, when someone interrupt your peace.

"are you okay director?" the stunt says as he approach you and sits beside you.

you nod with a "mhm".

"you sound stressed." he points out.

you sigh "how couldn't i? we all worked too hard on this and the main actor suddenly disappeared, don't you find it strange?"

the stunt shake his head "i don't, because i guess he's one of this type who don't care about what happens here and takes his comfort above anyone."

"but he hasn't miss one day from the filming, why now? when we're in the end."

the stunt kept silent for a minute before he speak "how about we take a walk? you won't be able to work properly if you kept being stressed like that."

"fine."

you two walked around, not too far from the set, but enough for you to forget about what happening right now.

"i have a place in mind, it's a bit far but I'm sure you'll like it, how about we go there?" the stunt actor asks.

you hesitate "i don't know....we've been walking long enough.."

"i promise we'll get back in time, come on." he pulls you with him, you didn't have a time to protest so you just accepted.

you two arrived at a small park, it was beautiful, but nearly empty.

"how did you know about this place?" you ask him.

"i like going on a night drive, and i stumbled upon it on one of it."

"oh...it's beautiful."

"i know, right?" he start walking inside and you follow behind him "let's sit here."

you sit besides him looking around in awe.

he clear his throat getting your attention back "i uh, i have something to tell you.."

you look at him in puzzle "sure? what is it?"

"i-..i like you, director..maybe even more" he looks away in embarrassment as he said that.

you pause, looking at him with wide eyes his words ringing in your ears, you look away after a minute thinking of what to say.

"i..um..i don't know what to say...i do..consider you a friend of mine but..i don't think i feel these sort of feelings for you..I'm sorry."

his heart sink at your words and he gets in a state of panic, he hold your hands tightly in his, "why? is it because of him?? do you like him?!" he practically yelling now, his eyes glassy as the tears threaten to fall.

"what? who-"

"what does he have that i don't? why is he better than me?!" he cuts you off

"calm down what's wrong with you!" you stands up and yell.

he fell silent looking at you in a miserable state, in a second his expression change to one if a madness.

"no no no i won't consider losing you as an option! if you won't accept me in kindness then I'll take you in force."

before you can react his hand was on your mouth, it was hard to breath hard to resist him, your vision start to become blurry turning to black by the seconds, you think you're gonna die when your eyes closed fully but your eyes opened in an unfamiliar room, you don't know if you should be relieved that you're alive or scared that you're in an unknown place.

guess the last episode won't be released for sometime.

have a good day/night♡

[harryforvogue]

this means you have to write about Harry and Faye at her play or smt!!!

Faye’s not upset. Seriously, she's not. And she lets Harry know too.

don't beat yourself up over it please. really! i’ll see you in the morning

i’ve got to go now okay? i love you, i’ll text you later. <333

Harry reads the message but doesn’t reply. That doesn’t make her upset! She can’t expect Harry to be at every one of her plays, and this one isn’t even the opening night! Though Harry had been real upset about missing that one early this weekend anyways, but he’s been away at some tattoo art convention…business…er, festival? Okay, she doesn’t know what it actually is, but it's a valid excuse for him to miss her shows.

Which, as she’s repeatedly insisted, is totally fine. Harry loves to come to her plays, but of course his job comes first. It’s his career! Just like this is hers.

He’s supposed to have had come back from his weekend long trip this morning. But from what she’s gathered from his very annoyed texts, the car has overheated twice, leaving him and Timothée stranded and very much at each other’s throats.

Timothée even texted Faye a few hours ago.

I’m so sorry. I’m gonna fuckin kill him I’m sorry I'm gonna send your man back to you in a fuckin box I don't know how you stand him sometimes

Faye knows they’ll be fine. She thinks part of Harry’s anger is from missing her show. But as she’s literally told him several times, it’s fine. There will be another show in three days.

When the show is about to start, Faye turns her phone off and takes deep breaths, readying herself for the stage. It’ll be okay. She’s done so many shows without him. She puts on 3-4 shows a week. Of course he won’t be there every time.

The play starts and Faye pushes all the thoughts of Harry to the back of her head. Time to work.

***

Harry didn’t end up making it. When Faye joins her fellow actors and actresses for a final bow, she glances back at the section where Harry would have sat, finding his seat empty. She shakes it off. It’s okay. Really.

When the curtain falls, everyone hugs each other and then they begin to head to their own dressing rooms. Faye’s pulling her hair extensions out carefully in front of her door when someone grabs her arm, tugging her back into the hallway.

She nearly screams, her defense tactics kicking in, but it's only Harry. His hair is messy, his chest is rising and falling quickly, and his face is flushed. “Hey. I’m here. I’m sorry. I’m so so–”

“Harry!” Faye throws her arms around him and hugs him tightly, his voice muffled against her shoulder. "Thank goodness it's you! I was about to bite you or something."

He squeezes her so hard, she stops breathing for a moment. “I saw it. I saw the play, I swear I did,” he whispers. “Every minute of it. And I loved it. And you were perfect. So beautiful, you’ve got the voice of an angel. I loved it. I’m here. I’m a little late, but I’m here.”

Several actors walk by, giving them peculiar looks especially when Harry holds her face, repeating his apologies. Faye opens her dressing room door and pushes him in, locking it behind her.

He’s still reaching for her when she turns back around, his hands finding her waist immediately. “Faye.”

“It’s okay,” she says, gliding her hands up his arms. He’s in usual normal black shirt and blue jeans, curls falling into his eyes. “I’m so happy you’re here! I can't believe you made it!"

“I wasn’t in my seat,” he whispers, pulling her closer. He leans down to kiss her softly, breaking away only an inch to keep talking. “I got there like 30 seconds after the doors closed and I had to beg them to let me in because I knew you and I showed my ticket and I told them you were going to break up with me if I didn’t show up–”

“What?! I would never–”

“And so they let me in but I couldn’t get to my seat so I had to stand by the side but…” he takes a deep breath, grabbing her face between his hands again. His eyes are bright, a bit wild. “I swear I saw it all and I love you and you’re so perfect like always and I’m so so sorry I wasn’t here earlier. You have every right to be furious with me.”

Faye’s smiling so hard, shaking her head. She puts her hands on his. “Harry! Stop! It’s okay!”

“It’s not okay.” He’s bending down to kiss her again, more desperately. “I love you. I love you so bad. Always want to be here.”

“I’m just happy you got here safe,” she says in between kisses when he lets her take a breath. “I really appreciate the effort, Harry.” She pushes his hair out of his eyes. “I hope you didn’t kill Timmy.”

“Fuck Timmy,” Harry murmurs, kissing her again. “I’m never traveling with him again.”

She giggles. “That bad?”

He sighs and shakes his head. “No. Nothing was his fault. I just never want to be stranded with him ever again.” He kisses her once more. “I love you. You were wonderful up there. I love when you sing. Do more of that please?”

She closes her eyes and lets herself soak up all his love as his arms go around her waist again and he’s kissing her like he hasn’t seen her in weeks, twirling her hair, playing with the hem of her dress. He must be so tired from the constant traveling. The place he’d gone to was a decent four hours away, and the whole stranded thing clearly has made it worse.

Faye opens her eyes. “Wait. You came straight here?”

Harry’s nuzzling his face in her hair. “Yeah.”

"You didn't stop at home?"

"Had no time, baby."

“So…Timmy is here?”

“Yeah. He either had the option of watching your play or staying in the car outside for hours, so naturally he bought a ticket way up in the balcony.”

“He must be looking for you then.”

“Don’t care. I’m with my girl right now.” He takes a deep breath and drops his head to her shoulder. “I love you. You’re the best person to ever exist, baby.”

“I should be saying that to you! Harry, you didn’t have to come. You’re probably so sleepy and hungry and I know you want to just get out of those clothes.”

“Doesn’t matter," he insists, his voice firm. "I want to be with you.”

“You could have come to see my play next week.”

He clicks his tongue in disagreement. “Already felt bad about missing opening night.”

She huffs. “That’s ridiculous. You don’t always have to come to those! Work comes up and all that.”

“I always take the day off.”

“But some things are clearly unavoidable.”

“Mhm.” Harry hugs her tightly again, lifting her off the floor. He turns his head and kisses her neck. “You’re so soft. I wanna take you home. Come home with me, yeah? I'll wait here. I've just gotta shower real bad.”

“I’m…I’m being serious!” His kisses are too ticklish.

When he puts her back down on the floor, his mouth is on hers again, kissing her hungrily. “I didn’t even get you any flowers. I’m the worst boyfriend ever, huh?”

“No!” She surrenders to his kisses, and he picks her up again, seemingly unable to pull more than an inch away from her. She wraps her legs around his waist and holds onto his shoulders tight when he spins her. They fall into her makeup chair.

Harry’s hands are all over her as she positions herself to straddle him. “I missed you,” she whispers, grasping his hair. He groans softly when she gives it a slight tug.

He surges forward and catches her mouth again, deepening the kiss until everything melts away and it’s just the two of them in her dressing room.

That is, until there’s a hesitant knock at her door. “Um,” Timothée calls from the hallway. “Are you guys in there? I wanna come in but…are you decent?”

“I’m gonna do it,” Harry promises with a growl to his voice. “I’m going to kill him.”

[jillsvalentinex]

Thea Greene was already well known within her district. At the early age of ten, she was known as 'the heart of district four'. Not only was she liked among her peers for her angelic personality, her angelic voice was what made her a mini celebrity. Every weekend the district would go out to her family's bar and watch her perform. It was the only thing that made them forget about the dreadful Hunger Games, and although District four was grouped in with the other career districts, that didn't mean the district wanted to be constantly reminded of them, and young Thea saw the gloom take over the people. 

The blonde always had a love for music as her mother and father owned a bar where people could perform to entertain the guests. It was her source of happiness, her salvation. It only became more of a need when she began performing. The sounds of the cheers and guests clapping was somewhat overwhelming, but the feeling that came with it was wonderful, almost addicting like some sort of drug. Her parents weren't initially fond of their youngest child risking their life by refusing to get any type of training for the Hunger Games since they didn't want to lose her, but they soon came to terms with it once she began helping at the bar. Her brother, Jace, on the other hand, wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to learn a few tips if he would eventually get picked to participate in the games. 

The two were polar opposites, the only thing connecting them together was their family and similar appearance. Jace was known as the typical boy from district four; knew how to fish, how to swim really well, and trained for the Hunger games. Thea was known as the delicate performer; a die hard music lover, helped people carry heavy bags in the streets and spent her days swimming in the ocean. 

Even when the Greene's suffered the loss of their parents, it seemed life never stopped for the two siblings. Thea kept the two up-float with the bar, and even when he turned nineteen, Jace kept training, building up his strength in order to help out his younger sister in any way he could. 

The moon shone through the clouds trying to cover it up in the sky. A soft gust of wind passed by, sending a shiver down Thea's back as she was locking up the bar for the night. Once saying goodbye to her friend and co-worker, Annie, she turned around and began walking back to her house while getting showered with praise by numerous audience members from the bar.  

"Amazing performance as always, Miss Greene!" An older man, seemingly around his mid 60's with greying hair and a few wrinkles on his face, called out as the blonde walked by. 

She turned her head over her shoulder, showing a bright smile on her face as she gave him a nod of appreciation. "Thank you, Mr Morgenthau!" She said before she turned her body around to face the wrinkled man. "How's your grandson? He doing alright?" She asked. 

"Oh, he's doing just fine. He's ready for the games tomorrow, I hear." 

Thea stopped in her tracks, her eyes slightly widening in surprise. "He's volunteering?" She asked, earning a curt nod from Morgenthau. She then flashed a bright smile as she began to turn back around to continue walking. "Well, lets hope he wins." She then waved goodbye before she continued walking through the dimly lit pathways to her house.

It wasn't long until Thea arrived in front of her house. It was cramped in between a row of houses, looking identical to the rest with its smooth walls that were painted white and the stone roof. The lights seemed to be off with the curtains drawn from the inside. She stepped forward, unlocking the white door and stepping inside, switching the light switch on beside the door. "I'm home!" She called out to see if there would be any response and for a few seconds, there was only silence until she heard loud, rapid footsteps coming down the stairs. A loud thud came shortly afterwards and as the blonde was just hanging up her jacket, she turned her head to her left, watching a fairly tall boy with messy blonde hair flap his arms up in the air.

"Jesus, where the hell have you been? It's past curfew." He said as he began walking towards her, and into the kitchen. 

Thea rolled her eyes once she finished hanging her coat up and followed her brother into the kitchen where she watched him cook up some fish. "I was working at the bar. And don't use that curfew shit on me, you and I both know that only worked when mom and dad were here." 

Jace turned his head over his shoulder, sending a quick glare to his younger sister before turning back around, chopping off the head of the large fish. Thea turned away quickly once hearing the loud thud of a butcher knife slam down on the wooden table. "The reaping is tomorrow, Thea-" 

"Yeah, which is why I decided to go down to the bar. The district deserves at least a bit of good entertainment before they watch their loved ones possibly get picked to go into the Hunger Games and watch them die." Thea argued, cutting her brother off before he could finish his sentence. 

"And who said it has to be you to give them that?" Jace asked as he continued cutting up the fish.

"I did, the people did. If I stopped performing at the bar when mom and dad died, we'd be on the streets. The amount of people who come to the bar because I'm there is the reason why we have money. At least act like you're grateful." 

Jace seemed to stop suddenly, his right hand that held the sharp butcher knife resting on the edge of the kitchen counter. A harsh sigh escaped Jace's mouth, his shoulders dropping in defeat. "I am grateful." He shook his head before continuing, "I just don't like the thought of my little sister going out at night to perform for a crowd mostly full of old men." He stated before he went back to chopping up fish. 

"well, when you put it like that, I understand what you're getting at." Said Thea as she walked forward, leaning on one of the kitchen counters beside her brother. "But it isn't like that. If you actually come down to the family bar, your worries would be put to rest. I promise you, all the audience does is cheer and clap after a performance. So stop the worry flurry and make me some food." She then patted Jace's shoulder before pulling herself off the kitchen counter, earning a quiet chuckle from him before he turned back to the fish. 

Sleeping was always difficult for Thea, even at an early age. It wasn't that she was afraid of the dark, she has walked through the darkest of alleyways and not once has she ever been afraid, but it was rather the silence that came with it as she'd lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to find even the littlest of noise that her mind could focus on. It would get extra bad after a night of performing. The amount of whiplash she'd get after a night full of music, and cheers, and laughter, to when it ends is overwhelming to say the least. She wanted it to be loud, but not so loud that it would overwhelm her, but she didn't want it to be quiet to the point where she'd be focusing on her own breathing just so her mind wouldn't wander. 

She'd often result to the little spinning nightlight in her room. When on, it would light up the entire room and it would slowly spin around. On top of it was a picture of her, Jace, and their parents standing on the beach with bright smiles on their face that would cast onto the ceiling, spinning slowly as the device would turn.  It sent out the sound of twinkling stars which would usually send the girl off to sleep in no time. With her head rested on her arms that were behind her head as she laid down on her bed, she stared up to the ceiling, watching the picture of her family spin around slowly with the accompanying sound of twinkling entering her ears. 

She closed her eyes, listening to the twinkling sounds that went around the room. A soft smile rose on her face as her mind wandered off, imagining the sight of multiple stars sparkling in front of her. 

The world around her almost seemed peaceful. Her mind was free from the worry of getting chosen at the upcoming reaping, some girl from the training academy would probably volunteer like Morgenthau's grandson, she thought. She'd no longer have to worry about the possibility of getting chosen, she's already eighteen which is the oldest you can be to get chosen, so all she had to do is pray that she wouldn't get chosen, or even better some girl volunteers and she'd have a peaceful life like her brother. 

Everything will be perfect . . .

[hwashotcheeto]

𝑨𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆

Park Seonghwa X amab!reader

Summary: You realize that your dreams of naturally having a child with your love aren't going to work out as you hoped

WC: 1k

CW: Lil bit of smut in the beginning, (unprotected anal sex, handjob, orgasm for both, that's about it) angst, hurt comfort, crying, fluff, pet names (babyboy, love, sweetheart, prince), talks of conception, babies, adoption, surrogacy

AN: This is based off of this post by @the-quiet-nerd-guy, who gave me permission to write this, so thank you. 💜

As always, thank you also to @malldreamprincess for the moodboard, I love you, angel. 💜

If you're a person who doesn't like the idea of having children, then this isn't for you. But this made me emotional writing it, because it hits pretty close to home, as I'm an afab person in a relationship with another afab person, and we both want to have children.

Okay that's enough sharing, let's get to the fic.

“Seonghwa!” You cried out as he pounded into you, bent over, your face in the pillows and your hands gripping the bed. Seonghwa had one hand on your hip and the other on the mattress to hold himself above you, with his lips right by your ear.

“I got you, prince,” he breathed, his voice strained. “It's okay, you can come for me.” His voice began to taper off and get caught up in breathless whimpers and whines. He was almost there too.

Your thighs quivered as you felt your climax right on the edge. Oh, you were right there, you could feel the sweet release. You just needed a little more, something to push you over-

Seonghwa let go of your hip and reached down to stroke you, and before he could even say it, you came all over his hand with a shriek of his name.

“Oh fuck, yes babyboy.” Seonghwa's voice was high, verging on whimpering. “I'm right there, just a little more-” He still stroked you, his body going on autopilot, just chasing that release he craved.

Until he finally did, hugging you tight with one arm as he pumped you full.

“Shit, sweetheart. Oh, that's my good boy. Such a good boy for me.”

The praise makes you smile as you're limp on the bed, getting your breath back. Your eyes are closed from the exhaustion of the intense session, and you almost feel like you could pass out right now.

“Hey, don't sleep on me yet,” Seonghwa softly called, rubbing your back. You whined in protest, to which he couldn't help but smile. “I won't keep you up long, don't worry.”

Seonghwa slowly pulled out of you, making you both grunt softly. Your body fully relaxed into the bed, sleep slowly creeping up your spine and into your head, forcing your eyes closed.

Quickly, before he lost you, Seonghwa grabbed a towel to clean you both up. You whined in protest when he rolled you onto your back to run the towel over your body.

You knew your boyfriend frantically cleaned everything every chance he got. Spotless, perfect, not a speck of dust on anything on Seonghwa's watch. You, however, we're exhausted, and couldn't wait to cuddle up in his arms to sleep.

Eventually, he did get back into bed, after forcing you to at least put on a pair of boxers. Seonghwa did the same, then cuddled you, holding you against his chest.

And you were happy. You were home. Just like this. Everything was perfect. This life you had with Seonghwa was a dream. A gorgeous, loving, and attentive boyfriend who loved you as much as you loved him.

You had a house together, careers you both were happy with, and you both were thinking about getting engaged and married.

A perfect fairy tale life. The one you both had always dreamed of.

But there was one thing missing.

“You know, Hwa,” you said softly, opening your eyes. He let out a soft “hmm?” as he was slowly rubbing your back. “I wish we could have kids.”

“We can,” Seonghwa mumbled back, sleep finally grabbing onto him too. “We could get a surrogate, or adopt. There's tons of children that need families-”

“I know,” you interrupted. “I just…” You trailed off, not knowing how to continue. You had the idea in your head, you just didn't know how to make it come out.

But Seonghwa understood. “You want them to be ours.”

You nodded. You'd fantasized about having children since you yourself were a child. Of seeing someone you love have your child, a beautiful little angel you and your love could call your own.

And you'd planned for that. Until you fell in love with Seonghwa.

And now you could never have your own child. A surrogate was the closest you could get, but it wouldn't be the same.

Of course, any child you adopted or had through surrogacy would be loved dearly. You'd love them like you would a child made by you and Seonghwa.

But there'll always be that little voice that would tell you they're not really yours. They're not really your child.

And that makes you burst into tears and hide in Seonghwa's chest.

You didn't want that to be what you thought of when you looked at your child. You would love any child you had, no matter what. But knowing they'd be a part of you that constantly brought up the fact that they weren't truly you, they'd never be from you, broke your heart.

Seonghwa held you tight, not knowing what was in your head, but feeling your similar pain. He, too, had thought about having his own children. But his life set him on a different path than he'd planned.

“I'm glad we can still have children,” you sobbed, “I just wish we could have them ourselves.”

“I know, love.” Seonghwa was still rubbing your back, doing his best to soothe you. “I know. I wish we could too.”

You hugged him tighter as another sob bubbled up out of your throat. “Maybe in another life we can,” you whimpered. “I just have to make peace with the fact I won't experience it in this life.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Seonghwa started, but another wave of tears cascaded down your face, and you were overcome with sobs.

You cried until there were no tears left. Until you'd gone silent. Seonghwa still watched over you as all your thoughts tumbled around in your head, as if he could see them. As if they were like Saturn's rings, orbiting around you.

The crying exhausted you further, and you let your eyes fall closed again. Seonghwa shifted so you both were more comfortable, still holding you protectively.

“Seonghwa?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think we're lovers in every life?”

Seonghwa didn't respond right away. Of course, his first answer was “I want us to be,” but he wondered if that meant you'd both be men in every life.

Do souls carry a specific gender? Do they always choose the same body type? Probably not.

If that was the case, then maybe there was a life, past or future, where you two could naturally have a child together. There had to be, right?

So what he finally said was:

“Sweetheart, I hope we're together until time itself stops.”

Thank you for reading! Please reblog if you enjoyed! 💜

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[kissofthemis]

“Look, it’s a mistletoe. I guess you have to kiss me.”

“As if I need another reason, your already as cute as it is.”

Marius

Rosa thought she understood the concept of a corporate holiday party.

After all, she had attended Themis Law Firm's holiday party before, and that always felt like a large event to her. Aside from attorneys and staff and their families, Celestine would also invite clients to come celebrate their triumphs and relish in the joy of the past year. The holiday party was as much a festive event as it was a networking event, and more often than not Rosa would find herself absolutely drained by the time she returned home. Even as friendly as she was, she could only smile and keep up pleasantries for so long with so many strangers; her social battery ran out of juice quickly.

Pax's holiday party, however?

Rosa wouldn't have been surprised if a god truly was scheduled to arrive, based on the grandiose splendor that radiated from the venue from floor to ceiling.

The glitz, glamour, and glitter nearly blinded Rosa as soon as she entered the building, and she had to delicately place a hand over her eyes to deflect some of the harsh, artificial lights pouring from every corner and reflecting off every golden piece of tableware. The chatter surrounded her on all sides, no matter which way she turned, even as she tried to avoid the large clusters of businessmen and politicians to take refuge by the snack table or even the restroom.

'I don't belong in a place like this.'

Once the thought emerged, she couldn't clear it out of her head. The lightning strike of anxiety and insecurity cast resounding echoes that thundered and down her spine. At this stage in her life and her career, she was nowhere near the level of sophistication and reputation that she needed to attend such a lavish event. She wasn't a celebrity, nor was she a senior attorney. She could barely maintain her own contacts and often relied on Artem for assistance in communicating with their joint clients.

How could someone as insignificant as her stand amongst the top members of society without burning to ash in the heat of her own embarrassment and shame?

"...iss."

"Miss! Missy! Miss Angel from heaven, you can take more than one dessert, you know?"

A familiar voice, deep and cool, snapped Rosa out of her thunderstorm of thoughts. Carefully she turned her head toward the source, only to find herself tipping her chin back to meet the eyes of the tall, smirking young man before her.

"The way you've been standing here with such an intense look on your face, I had to come save you," Marius cooed, taking a step closer to gently pat Rosa on top of her head. "I know your sweet tooth is fierce, so I wanted to make sure that you knew you could try as many of these desserts as you w-- Miss?"

Marius took a half-step back in surprise, sliding his hand down from the top of Rosa's head to gently cup her cheek. "Miss, I know you're relieved, but crying is a little..." His voice trailed off on an uncomfortable note. "Hey, are you alright?"

Rosa was absolutely mortified as she felt hot tears sting the corners of her eyes, but she could not prevent them from beginning to slowly trickle down her reddening cheeks. "I..." Why was she crying, anyway? Humiliation? Fear? Or perhaps... relief? "I'm just really happy to see you...."

Relief in a familiar face that could always make her feel like she belonged.

Gently Marius rubbed the corner of her eye with his thumb, wiping away a couple of stray tears. He then slid his arm around her shoulders and led her toward a side hallway removed from the main ruckus of the holiday party. "I know it's an honor to see me, Miss," he murmured, "but crying is a new one."

Rosa had enough spunk in her still to elbow him lightly in the ribs. "There's a first time for everything," she huffed, before lifting her hand to wipe a few more tears away. "Is my face all blotchy and puffy? Is there a restroom nearby?"

Marius paused for a moment at the end of the hall, looking both ways as he pondered. "I know the men's room is this way, so the women's room..."

Suddenly he turned his head, and his violet eyes glimmered with a smidge of surprise, a tinge of trepidation, and a hint of humor.

“Look, it’s a mistletoe." He pointed overhead. You followed his gaze and surely enough, a mistletoe hung over your heads; you must have missed it because your vision was still clouded from crying. With a small, feeble chuckle, Marius continued, "I guess you have to kiss me.”

He sounded half-hearted, as if he did not expect you to actually carry through the silly tradition given the state you were in.

Much to his surprise, you replied with a grin, “As if I need another reason. You're already cute as it is.”

Marius von Hagen was your holiday miracle, after all.

[purposefully-lost]

"..Hey, darlin'," Charlie started. The recording had begun with a few, long seconds of silence as he tried to remember how to use his voice. He was settled on his bedroom floor, right in the place where he'd been standing when he'd first noticed a voice mail waiting on him from Vi. His voice was rough and tired, his words slow as if he didn't trust himself to speak right. He didn't really want to send this, but he couldn't stand the thought of Vi thinking he'd done anything wrong. He hadn't, really. Not even when Charlie had yelled at him or disappeared on him, not when he'd shut the door in his face. Vi hadn't done a damn thing wrong and that was the problem.

"I, uh.. I- I- I wanted to check on you. Sounds like you're havin' a rough night over there. I'm sorry if that's my fault. You-" There was a shaky breath as he cut himself off. He felt hot. Sweat made the shit he wore cling to his back and his hair stuck to his forehead, but the feeling deep in his chest was frigid. The whole thing just made him feel sick. He bit back a soft, discomforted whine as he leaned his shoulder against the wall and felt his stomach turn. His eyes fell shut snd he thought of the nights Vi had held his hair back, not a care in the world about the fact that he just kept playing into his bad habits. He should've been there to do the same. "You're gonna be alright," he told him finally. It was a promise, the truest of any he'd ever made. "You've got a.. a good career ahead of you, Vi. You'll meet a lot of people. You'll.. find someone."

His eyes burned. He was thinking of that bright grin Victory had, the one that crinkled his eyes and made Charlie's heart sing. He wanted badly to see it again. "And it- it ain't your fault. None of it. I- I really- I- fuck. I need you to- to know, it ain't your fault. But I've done some... stupid shit, and I ain't gonna stain your career with it. You're- you're gonna do great things, angel. I ain't gonna stop you. Listen, uh.."

His breath hitched. Charlie's eyes squeezed shut, and he found himself rocking just slightly, thinking of Vi's arms around him and wishing he was there to soothe. He'd never put much stock into the idea of soul mates, but he knew he had one, and it was a shining star that he wasn't ever gonna get to. He was okay with that. As long as Vi found himself happy. "Listen, I- I- I love you, Vi," his voice fell soft, and he brought his phone closer with the worry that he wouldn't be heard. "And I miss you somethin' awful. I- I wish I could be- I- God, Vi, I- I just miss you. A- and whatever I can't be for you, I'm still... you took care of me. I- I'll be here, if you... I- I dunno. Just let me know you.. heard all this. ..I- I-"

Charlie swore, his voice breaking, and ended the recording. He jabbed at the send button before he could even bother to relisten or have second thoughts, then dropped the found next to him and pushed his face into his hands. It'd already been a long night, but he had the feeling it wasn't even half over for him.

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

7.23.24 Tuesday

12:05 am

Uncle DD said that he is on leave from his work for 3 days... So,funny...

So, I can't pay my loan if I will not work... The training supposed to be tonight for me... I just saw it few minutes ago...

I don't have money to process my bpi card from the past days but if they will go out tomorrow, probably I will join them to ride on the car of Uncle DD, so that I can process my bpi card for Teleperformance Molino... I sent message to Ms Sasa that I will be late in training for a week..

I need to work for my own money angels...

1:30 am

Still,have windblow...

I need to work angels and please fix my Disney Account Schedule, I will be late for a week....

6:45 am

Uncle Jun is plastics ha.... A mystery coz he is requesting me to buy a pancit canton and Aunt Teresa just have 50 for a peso then Uncle Jun suddenly said I have 100 here...

But whenever I asked him from the past weeks of money, he always said that he didn't have money.

Then, Uncle Jun said he is the one who will buy pancit canton...

7:27 am

Uncle DD is somehow a poker face this am...

7:44 am

I pity Aunt Teresa she has somewhat look alike of "vitiligo" under her neck on her left side...

9am

The food container of John is missing, my rebisco biscuits container...

The skechers white of Aunt Teresa is missing,I think Uncle Jun did something???

Or Uncle DD is hiding something???

9:07 am

White Skechers got it already...

Off to local market angels... With Uncle DD and Aunt Karen...

9:44 am

Whew! It is under the rice container and under the pillow of John...

John's food container....

10:35 am

Uncle Jun reminded me awhile ago about the creditz in Carenderia'z that I should tell Aunt Teresa.... hmm...

10:40 am

I still wanna leave Cavite but I know I can't... I sent text on Ms Sasa about my case...

11:34 am

Biological Mother is here....

12:03 noon

Still,have windblow...

I stand corrected hahah "Terms and Condition" not Terms in Condition... But it is still understandable coz the terms will be in the condition that the company gave...

1:51 pm

Cake feels heaven....hahah... I need to burn this angels... Simple cake can make me happy but I still want my "nose perfection" in time ( sa tamang panahon ).

I'm still into vanities angels... Still,need to work... I still want retinols...

Brazo & Chocolate Cake...

3:14 pm

The gang of my biological mother is upper, I feel envious in a way coz they all have cars.. I feel envious,straight talk angels... I want me being the center... I'm a straight-forward person if I feel envious on you I'm gonna say it, in-front of you...

I'm still self-pitying angels... I feel self-pity coz I'm thinking of my own future and career or fame and money...

7:43 pm

Still,have windblow...

It is all about "home improvement" angels... There are so many bad and weird things happened here in this house...

In a way I'm thankful but we can't go back to our original lifestyle, like our original brands in the house stuff...

I feel envious on my old friends but I feel hurt if they are the one who is smashing me and putting me in the center of embarassment for 17 years...

10:12 pm

Still,have windblow...

I need to diet after this day hahah....I need to stretch again and I need to process my bpi card as soon as possible....

[jaehunnyy]

Invisible string

Genre: exes-to-lovers!au, angst with a happy ending, fluff (in the end)

Word count: 0.8k

Pairing: florist!Yeosang x gn!reader

Warnings: usage of pet names, mentions of break-up, heartbreak descriptions, possible grammar mistakes haha

Requested by: @i-luvsang (song: Invisible string - Taylor Swift)

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Days and nights were a concept that Kang Yeosang had forgotten a while ago. Minutes seemed hours, hours seemed months, and months seemed years for the blonde boy, since the day he realized that he was stuck in a world without you. He woke up in the middle of the night again, desperately searching for warmth, for his comfort—you. The darkness in his room indicated that it was still too early for him to be awake, the only source of light coming from the headlamps outside. The dim glow of the little gold accessory he was wearing constantly was visible even in the dark, becoming the only way he could feel close to you. It still hurt him.

It's been 3 months since you had to leave to another country to chase your dream, and he had no choice but to let you go; not because he wanted to, but because he loved you. He didn't want to be a barrier between you and your future career, he thought he could bear watching you from the distance. And oh, how naive he was for that. But nonetheless, life kept going on, and he had to accept this and look forward, in order to be able to see you again.

Knowing that he won't be able to get any sleep, he decided that he could at least do something productive—so he left his comfy bed and went to the flower shop he owned, right across the street. The fresh perfume of his flowers made him grin a bit, at least there was still something that could make his heart fill with joy. Yeosang decided that the best thing he could do was to keep himself busy, so that's when he started to clean and organize the shelves, until the unavoidable happened and he fell asleep, head surrounded by the white rose petals, which made him stand out more than anytime.

For you, things were not the same either. You kept thinking about him, and San, your best friend, wasn't helping much. He always told you about Yeosang and how much he suffered, that's how you knew he still loved you the same. Though at some point, you decided that you've had enough. You could have a career anywhere, but your love was there, and you needed to have him back. You were ready to get inside your once shared house, but something else got your attention—the enlightened flower shop. You wondered if he left the lights open when he finished working, but when the windows allowed you to see a blonde haired guy, sleeping with his head on his arms, leaning on the desk, you realized that your actions were behind this. You got inside the shop carefully not to wake him up, and got closer to the desk, a bright, sincere smile stretching your lips.

"Sang… i missed you, angel," you whispered softly, your hands finding their way in his fluffy hair.

He flinched a bit and woke up from his light sleep, facing you—the love of his life. He thought he was dreaming, the most beautiful dream he's had in a while, but everything about you was precious to him, even when you weren't his anymore.

"Y/N…?" he stood up from his seat, his first instinct being to touch you, to see if you were truly real.

"It's really me, Yeosang. I'm back, for you." you smiled again, your arms wrapping around his neck softly, hugging him tight. He returned the hug immediately, almost taking your breath away, just to replace it with the pure love rushing through his veins.

The same gold bracelet adorning your wrist caught his attention, making him smile with sincerity for the first time in a while.

"You still have it…" he whispered, grabbing your hand and placing a sweet kiss on it.

"Of course, baby. One single thread of gold tied me to you, forever."

He could feel his eyes getting teary, he loved and missed you that much.

"Even if our home didn't feel the same without you, I was glad you were pursuing your dream—otherwise, I wouldn't have had the power to let you leave me."

"I realized that home is where the people you love the most are, Yeosang. And you are my home, the one I'll never leave again."

"It was hard without you. I was wondering if we could wrap all of our past mistakes in barbed wire, and be there for each other," he stared softly at you, his eyes holding the whole universe in them.

"Of course, my love! We will be on each other's side, from now on."

He nuzzled contentedly into your neck, just like a little kid who found his lost parent. Even your separation felt right at that moment, cause it only seemed to bring the two of you closer. The gold thread that bonded the two of you had also tied your hearts, marking them with each other's love, forever.