#IM SO SORRY KAIT

[marshmallowprotection]

You know what, Yoosung was ready to brawl with everybody after he woke up to dozens of people slandering SEVENSTAR. Every time I see this status pop up, I imagine Zen holding him back by the hoodie even though he truly wants to fight, too.

[stevebabey]

ruby hi!!! massive congrats on your milestone, i can't think of anyone more deserving of love than you my dear <33 i'm loving the sights and scenes of hawkins so far, may i request a trip down to lover's lake ❤️‍🔥 "i've had a terrible day at work so just kiss me" from list five with mr loverboy steve harrington? thank you so much love uu and congrats again!!

KAIT HI!!!!! i'm so glad ur enjoying hawkins m'dear and lover's lake with mr. steve harrington? that one's a dreamboat you're a lucky lady hehe <3 thank u thank u im literally giving u a big KISS rn ur so nice to me- i really hope u like this ! i manipulated the prompt a bit & omg accidentally used loverboy u got into my head this so is written for u

Robin's been keeping count of how many times Keith will ask Steve, in a single shift, to re-organise the front display due to inadequacy. That's the word Keith uses. Says it in that terrible drawl in his throat and with those lifeless eyes that don't seem to care when Steve's eye twitches after he's been asked for the third time.

Steve seriously thinks about kicking the entire display to shit.

He nearly does, just to stick it to Keith and permanently his cheeto-dusted fingertips and greasy mop for hair. God, Keith brings out the worst in him. Steve's honestly just stalling at this point, considering he's got about 15 minutes left of this shift. He busies his hands. Doesn't give the perpetually lurking Keith a chance to drag him into some other mindless job.

The 15 minutes crawl by. He's shrugging off his vest 2 mins out, specifically avoiding Keith's gaze as he maneuvers into the break room quickly.

"You're not finished yet, Harrington!" Keith's grating voice follows him in. Steve doesn't let it phase him, gathering his personal items from the employee room without a pause. He can sense Keith behind him in the doorway like a fucking vampire, some villainous presence hovering nearby.

"I could write you up for that, you know that." A crispy crunch. He's still snacking, even as he berates Steve in that bored tone; Steve wonders if today's the day to pick this fight with him. Really considers it. He ends up just clenching his jaw and watching the clock as it ticks over into sweet, sweet free time.

"Sure, Keith. Whatever you say." He grinds out, not even attempting pleasantries. There's a tight smile on his face but it might be a grimace for all Steve cares. He pushes past him and heads for the door.

"Hey Buckley," There it is again, that drawl that drives Steve nuts. "Can you check the front display? Undoubtedly, your Neanderthal friend will have found a way to mess it up and I'm not staying behind to fix it again."

Steve doesn't need to know what Neanderthal means to know when someone's calling him an idiot. He catches the start of Robin's furious glare, whipping towards her manager, but it disappears from view as he pushes out the door. Too hard. It slams against its hinges with a bang.

The steps rush up to meet his feet as he dashes down them. It's all muscle memory, opening the car door, turning the ignition, reversing out of the Family Video parking lot. The road gets swallowed beneath the car as he drives, a titch too fast than the speed limit warrants. Doesn't matter, Steve knows there's a remedy for his bad mood waiting at home.

You're in the kitchen when he gets in the door. He can tell from your shoes, left strewn halfway across the hall and outside the door to the kitchen, like you'd remembered to take them off at the last second. He toes them to the side with a small smile.

You must be in the middle of fixing a cup of something as there's something in your hand that tinks! gently, a teaspoon against porcelain.

Steve leans against the door frame and drinks his fill of love. Watching you be content as ever in his home, haloed in the setting sunlight through the windows, is a special sort of soothe on his soul. He's not sure he'll ever get used to it; or that he wants to.

Steve takes a breath in, thinks back to when you said love? well, love smells like your shampoo to me once, and thinks now that love must smell like the hot chocolate cradled in your hands. Love smells like you in the kitchen, waiting for him to come home.

You turn, catching sight of him. "Steve!"

His chest turns that bit lighter at your excited voice. He smiles and it comes easy. "Hi, sweetheart."

You cross the room to him, abandoning your steaming mug and Steve's arms are already open by the time you reach him. You slide up onto your toes, arms circling his neck, and you're pleasantly surprised when Steve ducks down and buries himself in your neck, his arms around your waist.

"Missed you," He mumbles and releases a sigh. His arms tighten, pulling you closer.

"Missed you too, Steve." You tell him truthfully, running your hand over the back of his head soothingly. You're like a balm to scorched skin, any fleeting bad feelings scampering at your reassuring touches. "Everything okay?"

Steve dredges his head out of his hiding place, staying close. His nose nuzzles against the length of your own, his eyes tired and affectionate.

"Mm." is the non-committal answer he gives you. He presses forward, lips seeking yours but you dodge them and give him a little frown.

"Everything okay?" You check, repeating the question. Steve can't be mad at your insistence, even though you're depriving him of kisses at the current moment. His thumb swipes along your ribcage impatiently.

"I've just... had a terrible day at work," he admits with a sigh. "So, just kiss me? Please."

And how could deny such a sweet request like that? Not when he sounds like your kisses could cure all his ails, could make any bad day a good one.

"Of course, loverboy," you breathe with a grin, eyes searching his face for the usual blush that arises at the pet name. He doesn't disappoint. Cheeks pink and lips even pinker, you tighten your arms around his neck and kiss him warmly. Steve gleefully tastes chocolate on your lips.

"Any time," you murmur when you pull back, and you mean it. Steve takes you up on that without a moment's hesitation.

join the celebration!

[project-sekai-facts]

Be The MUSIC!, a special song for April Fools Day in 2023, was produced by Kinoshita. This makes them the 7th producer to be recommissioned.

The current list of producers who have been commissioned more than once is as follows:

DECO*27 - SEKAI, needLe, Salamander and Journey

Mitchie M. - Wah Wah World, Idol Shin’eitai and Tokugawa Cup Noodle Kinshirei

Giga - Wah Wah World and Ready Steady

PinnochioP - Sekai wa Mada Hajimatte sura Inai and Cosmospice

kemu - SEKAI and 88☆彡

sasakure.UK - TONDEMO-WONDERZ & ÅMARA (Dai Mirai Dennou)

Kinoshita - Glory Steady Go! and Be The MUSIC!

OSTER project produced Nijiiro Stories and later worked as the arranger on magic number, though she didn’t produce the latter.

[kaitsawamura]

"He sighs, deep and heavy and more serious than you’ve ever heard him, resting his hands on your hips and rubbing circles in them with his thumbs. 'Will you let me, now? Now that I know, will you let me support and care for you? Even if it’s just as a friend.'"

you feel love in the sodium | an i will keep going with the support of my friend bakugo playlist

. * -> other links and info

A playlist created for @therealvalkyrie

Their Fic: you can feel love in the sodium

mutuals send me the link to your fave fic you've written and i'll compile a playlist!

[sinigangrobot]

whittling away at this art trade REALLY REALLY SLOWLY

[familyvideostevie]

emma i have a question of utmost importance. fuck marry kill: steve harrington, rooster bradshaw, pedro pascal as joel miller

this is so fucked up kait I cannot……FUCK!!!!

marry rooster

fuck Joel

kill steve

let’s hang out !!

[katsu28]

🍪 fmk: rooster, hangman, and steve

y'all really like giving me impossible decisions don't u

fuck: steve

marry: rooster

kill: hangman

I CAN'T GIVE U ANY REASONINGS I'M GOING PURELY OFF MY FIRST THOUGHTS BC IF I THINK ABOUT IT TOO LONG I WILL NOT SURVIVE

kait's sweetest celebration!

[qt-kt]

Back on my psych meds!

*proceeds to vomit to the point where I cry*

[bronz3y]

she looks so pretty (chapter one) - Alessia Russo x reader

warnings: just two awkward girlies hehe, suggestive? kinda?, if you squint lol

hiya guys!, im back (kinda??) im gonna try post more frequently, but no promises lmao

anyways hope you enjoy this first part to a lil seires im gonna be working on, enjoy!

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“Come on girls!”

You hear the crowd erupt as you took the first steps at the emirates, as much as many times as you'd step out onto the incredible stadium you'd always get goosebumps at the sound of the thousands of fans cheering you on.You look around taking it all in as you stand in line with the rest of your team, you watch kim little and mary Earps shake hands and follow the line of your teammates to shake hands with the familiar manchester united players.

you watch the heads in the line pass you when you see the spiky ponytail, you look up and meet the eyes of Alessia Russo, piercing blue eyes meeting with yours for a second, you grab each other's hand and just like that, she's gone.

You'd never properly spoken to Alessia, but the 2 times you’d played against man united this season you felt her eyes on you during the game, and when you'd catch her, she would immediately look away and as soon as the whistle blew, you would try avoiding her and go straight for the changing rooms, scared that if you did end up talking to her, you'd say something stupid to embarrass yourself, so avoiding her was the next option.

You jogged over to the team circle, wrapping your arms around Beth and Kaite, Kim gave her speech and you all put your hands in the middle of the circle and lifted your arms up.

“Arsenal!”

Arsenal end up beating united  2-1, you and viv both scoring absolute worldies, you'd all gone around taking pictures and signing shirts when you feel a tap on your shoulder, you turn around and once again meet light blue eyes, you hear your heart in your ears as you snap out of it once you hear her relaxing voice.

“Nice goal before, was an amazing chip” Alessia praised you while wearing one of her pretty toothy smiles.

“Oh thank you, it was nothing really, Leah's assist set me up” you laughed rubbing your neck to hide the slight redness rising from your nervousness.

“Hmm true but that finish took skill, you cut through all our defenders” Alessia giggled playing with the hem of her shirt.

You both stayed talking a while longer when you heard Katies voice calling your name.

“y/n!, come on you slowpoke hurry yer ass over before i make ya” katie says looking between the two of you.

“Sorry, gotta get to the shower, i'd rather not get her to drag me over” you laugh.

“No worries, I'll see you at Lottes party this weekend?” Alessia asked, sounding hopeful.

“Yeah, for sure,i'll be there” you replied 

“Ah nice, see you there then” Alessia smiled and waved starting to walk away

“Y-yeah, you too!” you said while she walked back to hear teammates. You turned around and slapped your forehead.

“Realy y/n?, ‘you too’?, for fucks sake” you shook your head at yourself as you walked into the changing rooms.

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an hour later your walking with leah to the car park, since youd signed with arsenal a few months ago youd moved in with leah until you could find a place of your own, but it was nice having her around, you werent a fan of being on your own a lot, so having her to talk to is something your grateful for.

you both got in the car, leah driving and you in shotgun, as she pulled out of the parking she began talking.

"saw you and lessi talking earlier" leah said smirking

"oh shush it was nothing, just some friendly chat thats all" you rolled your eyes at her.

"mhm, for now" she said laughing.

"your so annoying did you know that?" you said jokingly

"its my hobby to pester you" she shrugged smiling, you roled your eyes and laughed with her.

"if you keep rolling your eyes they are gonna end up at the back of your head"

"Leah!"

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Later that day you are cooking dinner at your shared apartment with leah, some spaghetti, nice and plain for leah and you add some spices to your own since your not as picky as her, you set the two plates at the dinner table when you hear your phone ping on the kitchen counter, you walk up to it and tap on the screen, your eyes widen and your heart starts racing.

‘Alessiarusso99 started following you’

You start jumping up and down in the kitchen giggling when Leah walks in on you.

“What's gotten you so happy?” she asks, smiling with one eyebrow raised.

“Oh it's nothing’ u say pushing your phone away.

“Let me see” she reaches over your shoulder and grabs your phone and taps the screen, she looks down at it and then smirks up at you.

“B’out time one of you guys made the first move foken’ ell” she says laughing

“Oh shush we hadn't spoken until today, and plus she doesn't see me like that” you say snatching your phone off her and rolling your eyes.

“Mhm, whatever you say y/n/n” she teases, walking out of the kitchen.

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Saturday comes around and you're getting ready for the party, straightening your hair in your vanity, you'd never taken so long to choose an outfit, usually you're very quick when it comes to it, but tonight you found yourself struggling to find something you liked, or more so, something she would like. Once your done you grab your phone and spray on your expensive ‘going out’ perfume and head to the front door.

“God you look like your about to throw up” leah laughed at you

“Lee, stop it, im stressin’ man” you whined as leah shook her head.

“Come on romeo let's get in the car”

Once you get to the place Lotte rented out you hear the music blasting even from outside. you feel your chest tighten and your hands get sweaty, leah then puts her hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, relax, breathe” you nod at her words and start breathing slowly.

“You're gonna be fine, just be yourself okay?” she smiles at you, you return the gesture and begin walking inside.

You and Leah make your way through the crowd and the mist, disco lights flashing in your eyes and sweaty bodies bumping into you, you then see Katie,Caitlin,Beth and Viv by the bar and walk up to them.

“Leah,y/n, you're finally here, god what took you so long” beth said slurring over her words you laughed at her and gave her a hug.

“Lessi asked about you before, she was wondering where you were” Beth giggled, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Did she?” you said, your heartbeat once again starting to increase, beth nodded at your words. You then decided you needed some alcohol in your body so you'd gain the confidence to actually talk to her.

“Leah, you want a couple shots?”

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After around 20 minutes of dancing  you started to feel lighter, not drunk since you wanted to remember everything tonight.

You then scanned the crowd, looking for a specific blonde through the hundreds of heads.

“Look who's finally here” you turn around at the familiar voice and smile.

“Hey, i was just looking for you actually” you said matter of factly as she smiles at you

“I've been wanting to dance with you” she said looking up and down at you

“Is that so?” you say smirking at her, liking how confident she's acting. She smiles at you and grabs your hand, pulling you into the crowd of sweaty bodies.

Alessia starts screaming as ‘mr saxobeat’ starts playing,you laugh and start dancing with her, you watch how she dances, she looks good, really good, the way the simple black dress hugs her curves is driving you crazy, the disco lights shine on her skin, making her glow, you look at her in awe.

You then step closer to her, she smiles at you and grabs your wrists, placing your hands on her waist, you pull your bodies together, moving to the beat of the music, her arms go on your shoulders, your eyes not leaving each other, she lifts her drink in the air as you both sing along to the words of ‘she knows’, your fingers start tracing shapes on her waist and you feel her slightly shiver at your touch, you smirk at her and lean into her ear.

“You like that?” you whisper

“Shut up” she giggles, you then dig your fingers deeper into her waist, her laughing stopping as she lets out a shaky breath.

“Fuck” she curses softly, you laugh through your nose and relax your fingers, rubbing your hands up and down her waist trying to calm her down.

“Don't wanna move too fast now hm?” you whisper looking into her hooded eyes.

“Hmm yeah, let's take it slow” she smirks,her eyes locked on yours as she slots her leg between both of yours, putting slight pressure on your core, you let out a low groan.

“Oh fuck you” you laugh as she removes her leg. She giggles and creates some space between both of you.

“Let's go find lotte” Alessia suggests, you nod agreeing and let her hold your wrist, pulling you through the crowd.

It's gonna be a long night.

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a/n:

soso sorry for the lack of fics, ive been quite busy and tbh ive had 0 motivation, please feel free to drop some requests ( i rly need some lol) or just any random questions :)

part 2 coming soon! xx

[trashyvolty]

Various hxh meme redraws

(this one will never be as funny as it is in French but you can translate it to 'we will all fuck together' which like. They do.)

knuckle showing off his dogstitter skills

A tired kurapika worker and the horrible Neferu (the pito one can be translated to "Quick selfie before going to steal your man", im so sorry kaite i love you dude)

[ghosthoodie]

I WILL NEXT TIME IM SO FUCKING SORRY

For reference look up “goth girl bird meme” it reminded me of the Sicily and Kait art you reposted

GWAHAHA WHATTT that's super silly😭✋

[marshmallowprotection]

Kait ya gotta warn us before you just drop a picture of tanktop Saeyoung, im malfunctioning-

I'm so sorry, Saeyoung Nation! I should really think before I post a photo of your hacker, and I— Oh, no, I tripped and I dropped another photo— Oh, no, it's Saeyoung smiling at you with a twinkle in those golden eyes! Oh, no!

[stevebabey]

apologies in advance ehehe🕺🏻: fmkk (fuck marry kill kiss bc there's four of him) - s1, s2, s3 and s4 steve harrington 😁

literally what da hell kait 🧍‍♂️ im tryna have a celebration and u wanna cause a CRISIS? kidding this is actually so straight forward 2 me bcos i didnt like steve til s2 LMAO

s1 steve: kill it will be a quick painless death <3 sorry but also no im not those for those khakis he wears he almost deserves it

s2 steve: ok now the crisis hits. s2 steve would fuuuuck so good, he's still angry and at max bitchy mode. and yet i give him just a kiss ! it'd be real good, just once, in the rain or smth and it would change the trajectory of his life

s3 steve: we're just building up LMAO. u know what it is 😏 he's maximum babygirl like by law, i have to smash. bonus points if its after all his injuries and its tender loving sex <3 & i get to top him lmao

s4 steve: MARRY !!! pathetic man who works at the family video i am on ONE KNEE !!! kidding he's not pathetic but he will be my wife <3 we're wifed up no joke

join the celebration!!

[readyforthegarden]

Dear Kait, I am also having A Day so I am here with soft photos of the boys for the both of us

i love this screenshot of danny it literally makes my heart flutter when i look at it because he looks so boyfriend here

same with this josh one, he’s so soft and also the bottom teef smile does it for me every time 🥹

I am obsessed with the jake photo because i feel like this was one of the few times we would see him be silly goofy until recently and i mean come on look at that smile

this sam is top tier sam (im sorry i want him to shave i said what I said) . I love the length of his hair and he just looks very warm and cuddly here.

Ok bye hope your day gets better soon 😘

Annie!!! We are having Days™️ together.

Danny is the most boyfriend of boyfriends. He’s so sweet and precious I wanna love on him soooo much!! And Josh please there are few people in this world I would marry without question and josh is one of them. In a heartbeat I would marry him. I think about that Jake photo ALL THE TIME it’s one of my favorites too!! You can tell that once he gets a little comfy (and maybe a lil tipsy) he’s a people person and loves to talk to them and share with them.

Now you know my love for Sammy and his facial hair but I cannot fault clean shaven Sammy. All Sam’s are good Sam’s. Short hair clean shaven Sam is the sam I came into the fandom with so he holds a special place in my heart too!

Thank you for sharing lovey!!! 💖💖💖💖

[katsu28]

hi my lovely kait!

i saw your requests were open and i actually was thinking about if ive ever requested smth from you before (i think maybe once but im not sure)

i was wondering if i could get ‘Kissing away their tears’ with charles but i wouldn’t mind if you wanted to do it with anyone else as well! i’ve been craving some hurt/comfort.

love you and have an amazing day <33

hali!!! love u love u thank u for being so sweet <3 here's some hurt and (hopefully) some comfort for u!

charles leclerc x reader, 1.4k. request something from here!

You can tell that Charles is dejected the moment he climbs out of the car. He doesn’t have that spring in his step he usually gets after an exhilarating race, and his feet drag on the asphalt as he trudges over to the weighing station with the rest of the grid, barring the podium goers. 

Carlos finished high up in the points, which is a win for Ferrari and you know Charles is happy for him, but you can’t imagine what it must feel like to constantly miss out on points and positions while his teammate consistently comes out in the top five every time. 

Formula One is a different breed of competition—your teammate might be your friend, but they’re also one of your biggest rivals. You fight to keep your seat, race after race, season after season, and this downhill spiral Charles has been in ever since his home win has been disheartening to say the least. 

You don’t know much about the strategy of it all, but you know Ferrari’s hasn’t been working out for him. He’s had a rough go of it lately, and your heart hurts for him. 

Charles looks up to where he knows you are, lifting his hand in a haphazard wave at you before being ushered away to the media pen. You’ll wait for him where you always meet him after races.

Somehow, he looks even more defeated than before as he trudges into his driver room after post race interviews conclude. He throws his paddock pass off to the side. You’re sitting up on the countertop, legs swinging mindlessly, only stilling when Charles shuts the door behind him. 

“Hey,” You say softly, gently. 

“Hi. Thank you for coming.” He tries his attempt at a smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes. You hold out your arms, and immediately, Charles steps forward, folding himself into your embrace. You know Charles well enough to know that he won't believe you if you compliment him right now, so you don’t. You sit with him in the heavy silence instead, waiting for him to make the first move. “I’m sorry I could not do better.” 

“You did the best you could with what you were given, Charles,” You say assuringly, rubbing a hand over his shoulders. He sighs long and hard, like you’re just telling him what he wants to hear. “I’m proud of you.” 

“Can we just go back to the hotel now?” He asks quietly, muffled because of how his face is buried into your neck. “I’m done for today. Anything else can wait until tomorrow.” 

“Of course,” You hum, carding a gentle hand through his hair one more time before releasing him. Before he can get too far, you kiss him, short and sweet. He smiles then too, a little bigger than before, but still quite sad. 

Charles puts on a pleasant facade as you make your way through the paddock back to the car park, taking pictures with waiting fans, signing things for them if he can reach them like most drivers do whilst leaving the track. Most of them are sweet to him. They tell him to keep his head up and believe, that a few bad races don’t discredit how talented of a driver he is. 

There’s a few hecklers as usual, upset fans who’d made bets on Charles’ performance and lost that money, people who say he could be doing so much better—as if them telling him that would magically make everything alright again. You give your own deadpan stare to that lot from where you hover a good distance away from him, not caring that they can definitely see you. 

Charles may be media trained, but you’re not. You have no problems with shutting up a few twats with your expertly crafted death glare. Fred Vasseur might call you in for a meeting with the PR team if he sees the photos on social media, but you don’t care. 

The car ride back to the hotel is understandably silent, but Charles still holds your hand tightly, rubbing absentminded circles along your skin because it soothes him, every so often lifting it to press a kiss to your knuckles. You don’t push him to talk, and you don’t think you need to. You know him well enough to know he’ll let you in when he’s ready. 

Dinner is room service and holds a little more conversation, though you can tell Charles is still off in his own world, thinking about everything that’s gone wrong these past few races, wondering if he could’ve done anything to get a better outcome. 

You come out of the bathroom after brushing your teeth, well and ready to go to sleep and forget this day, but instead you find your boyfriend sitting at the end of the bed, hunched over with his head in his hands. At the sound of the door opening, he looks up, and you can tell he’s been trying hard not to cry. 

Glassy eyes stare back at you, the beautiful green eyes that you adore filled with so much pain and sadness it makes you want to cry too. His teeth dig hard into his bottom lip, but it still wobbles just the slightest. 

It isn’t until you’re across the room, sliding on your knees to hug him against you that the final string holding Charles up snaps, and he leans into you heavily, pressing his face against your shoulder with a shuddering breath. He cries and cries, and you let him, holding him as tight as you can just so he knows you’ve got him. 

You’ve always got him. 

His body shakes with silent sobs, hot tears soaking into your shirt, and all you can do is murmur quiet reassurances into his ear, even if the feeling of wet cotton against your skin makes you want to peel yourself out of it. Charles needs this, needs to let it all out so he can focus on what lies ahead without being dragged down by the past. 

Eventually, his sobs come to a hiccupping stop. He lifts his head, red rimmed eyes meeting your own tearful ones. His nose is even running a little bit, and if it were anyone else you’d push them away, but it’s Charles. “I’m sorry. I don’t—I don’t know why…” He trails off without finishing his sentence, seemingly at a loss for words. 

“Oh, my love,” You sigh, stroking both thumbs over the apples of his cheeks. You press your lips against his, hoping it can convey just how much you love him without you having to even utter the words, wiping away his tears gently before drawing back to look at him. As much as you hate it when Charles cries, he’s pretty like this. Tears cling to long, dark lashes, mussed hair a soft tornado of brown from how your fingers had been running through it. “You have nothing to be sorry for. And you never have to explain anything to me, yes? I’m here for you, always, no matter what.”

“Thank you,” He murmurs, leaning back in with his forehead against yours. “Thank you, mon amour. Your support, your love, it means everything to me. You are why I can keep doing this. ” 

You shake your head. “No I’m not.” Charles cocks his head, and you poke his chest, right over his heart. “That is why you can keep doing this.” 

One more poke, this one softer and on his forehead. “And this. Your mind and your heart, your determination, your strength, that is why you keep going. You are the most hard working, talented, brilliant driver I’ve ever seen. You can bounce back from whatever this is, and you will. But not because of me, because that’s the kind of person you are.” 

Charles pats the spot next to him and you oblige, looping your arm through his once you’re there, leaning against his shoulder now. He lays a lingering kiss to the top of your head, a silent gesture of appreciation towards you. He appreciates you more than he can put into words sometimes, a fact that hasn’t and will never change.  

Even though he’s still frustrated and sad and upset, this silence seems considerably lighter as you sit with him. You hope for brighter days ahead, and you’ll always try your best to be his strongest support system, no matter what the future holds.

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[djarintreble]

Hello Kait! Hope your having a lovely day so far!☺️

I am in LOVE with your dad! Eddie Munson series❤️, and I saw that you have a "Last in Line" series, and I was wondering if that series is connected to the dad! Eddie series?

hello, my love!! im having quite a good week actually thank you!! i hope yours is going well too!!! 💛✨

okay im so glad you asked this. because i have a request im working on rn im struggling with. they want to know how dad!eddie and reader met + first kiss…

to answer your question… right now, no they’re not connected. you don’t have to read one or the other.

well… i originally planned for last in line and dad!eddie series to connect and them be the same (sorry spoiler for LiL series?) but now i’m lowkey wondering if i should make dad!eddie and reader be separate and create a unique story for them. cause i love the idea of them being connected but for the people who don’t read both series… i don’t want to make it to where they’d have to read LiL in order to know their backstory ya know… or should i??? it could be a full circle?? im literally indecisive. who knows, maybe they should be connected for a stable story. i think that was my original goal so i think i need to finally decide to commit to it. it also gives me motivation to finish Last in Line cause i’m feeling stuck can’t you tell?

what do you think?!