#but id love to get to now you all better!! xo

[notiddygothgf]

munch!

★ pairings: wakasa imaushi x f!reader

★ synopsis: waka loves his fiancee. especially when her legs are around his head.

★ content warning: smut, pwp, porn without plot, cute porn though, simp wakasa, oral sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, pussydrunk!waka, unprotected sex.

★ a/n: all my juicy bitches wya 😩😩 thought id do some fan service. enjoy!! mwah mwah xo

★ w.c.; 3.8k

mdni! smut beneath the cut

"YOU'RE SO FULL OF SHIT," Keizo hummed. "There's no way you actually, genuinely think that's a good way to live."

Shinichiro shrugged. "I'm just not a fan."

"Fan of what? Eating pussy?" Wakasa chimed in. The three men were lounging in the living room of Shinichiro's apartment, sharing friendly banter. "Don't be ridiculous."

"I like receiving better," Shinichiro retorted.

Wakasa couldn't possibly disagree more. "Just say you're bad at it, Shin."

"Shin, you sound like..." Keizo began. "You sound like one of those guys who just want to be included in the conversation, but you actually have like... no experience whatsoever."

"Eating pussy is so much better than getting blown, man," Waka mused. "I mean really, you're missing out."

"Take it from him," Remarked the largest of the three, who sat back in his chair with his legs spread wide. "He's a devoted munch."

"For enjoying giving my girl pleasure? Alright, dude." Wakasa rolled his eyes. "The way the girls' legs grip your head, the way she squirms... you're telling me you don't eat that up?"

Wakasa had a sort of reputation around these parts, although it wasn't like he didn't have anything to do with it. He adored his queen. His beloved fiance. It was no secret to anyone from one end of Tokyo to the other that she was the apple of his eye, and that he lived to please her to the furthest extent possible. However, in more recent times, he had made a name for himself. The name in question?

"You know what that makes you?" Keizo remarked with a sharp exhale. "A munch."

The two men were seated in the lounge shortly after a meeting. Their coworker and boss, Shinichiro Sano, sat just off to the side of them, watching the exchange with a shit-eating grin.

"What does that even mean?" Wakasa furrowed his brows. Sinking further into the couch, he reached into his vibrating pocket.

Shinichiro decided that now would be the perfect time to chip in with his own two cents. "A munch is, like, the male equivalent of a dickrider, obsessed," he answered, although it wasn't like anyone asked. "Someone who's all up in one girl's pussy – metaphorically and sometimes physically. Like you."

After a brief pause, Wakasa's weary lilac eyes scanned the illuminated text on his screen. "Rather be all up in one girl's pussy than be getting none at all," He retorted, holding the phone up to his ears. The tone of his next few words was virtually unrecognizable from that of his previous statement as he answered the incoming call.

"Hi, pretty baby," He greeted. "How are you?"

From the other end of the receiver, he could almost see the way her face scrunched together when she yawned. She paused, and then in that sultry, soft-spoken voice that drove him wild, she said, "Hi, Daddy."

Shinichiro's eyes widened as he leaned forward in his seat. Although Keizo's surprise wasn't as outward, even he couldn't hide the quiet chuckle that escaped when he dampened his lips with his tongue. Wakasa clutched the phone closer to his ear, turning away from the two men.

"I'm with the guys, baby, behave," he warned her, although his tone remained as soft as ever. "Is something the matter?"

He heard his precious girl sigh on the other side of the phone, followed by a quiet rustling sound. He wondered where she was right now. It sounded like she was in bed. If that was the case, he could already picture her in all of her sculpturesque beauty – tangled in the sheets of their queen-sized bed, heart-shaped lips parted ever so slightly, face dusted with a hue of pink that matched her pretty pink satin jammies. He wondered if, then, she would be wearing his hoodie. Fuck, just the thought of that had him squirming.

"Nothin's the matter, um..." His muse trailed off. He knew she was fiddling with her earlobe, just as she always did when she was deep in thought. "Jus... I jus' miss you."

If it were even possible, Wakasa felt his exterior soften even more. "I miss you too, princess."

"When are you coming home?"

If she asked him like that again – in that quiet, beautiful voice of hers – he would be coming home within the next few minutes, no questions asked. He didn't tell her that, of course. The two of you had spent the entire night indulged entirely in one another. His neck bore the battle scars of such an altercation; two small red hickeys which had been tactically placed by a devious little gremlin without his knowledge.

"Not sure, why?" He asked, fighting off his internal monologue which had memories of last night on replay in the back of his mind. "You need somethin'?"

"No," Was all she said. There was a brief silence, during which Keizo and Shinichiro resumed the conversation they had been having.

He heard her rustling around in the background again – his phone vibrated once, signifying a new message, but he didn't go to answer it – and then she said, "Look at what I sent you."

Wakasa obliged, like the munch he was, and opened the message. It was from her, of course. He'd expected that. What he hadn't expected though, was the image that awaited him when he entered the private message with her.

Immediately, he shielded the phone from his friends (who were, in hindsight, far too deeply immersed in their own private conversation about the politics of gender roles and derogatory nicknames to care ). Feeling heat crawl up the back of his neck and the corners of his lips twist into a grin, he fought to regain his composure.

"You took that just now?" He asked, a little more quietly than before. "Have you been waiting for me to come back all morning?"

"Mhm," The girl mumbled proudly. "And when you do come back, that'll be waiting for you."

That was all he needed to hear. Wakasa stood up from the couch and dusted off his shorts. "Be there in 15."

"Kay," you giggled, and that was the last thing he heard before you hung up on him.

Wakasa sighed, pocketing his phone, and then turning back to his two friends. "I gotta bounce," He called, interrupting their conversation to announce his departure. "I'll catch you guys later."

Keizo crossed one leg loosely over the other, throwing his arms along the backside of the couch. "The missus calls?"

The shorter man – who was already reaching for the doorknob – flashed a small grin. "What can I say? I'm like superman."

Shinichiro, who was now against one arm of his loveseat while his legs were thrown over the other, commented on Wakasa's choice of words. "More like Supermunch."

Wakasa ignored his comment, pulling open the door. "Suck me." .

"Oh fuck."

Wakasa groaned in response, although the noise was muffled by her thighs. Buried nose-deep in the world's wettest pussy, his grip was like a vice, strong hands digging into the girl's hips in such a manner that he knew his fingers would leave pretty purple bruises.

His thick, beautiful goddess. He loved everything about her. More than that, he loved eating her out. When he'd run his tongue over the most sensitive part of her, her whole body would twitch. Her hips, painted with stretch marks, were his handles. He adored the way her soft, supple body careened into his touch.

She tasted like heaven, and god, she was gushing for him.

He sucked gently on her clit, which was flushed red with arousal, watching in awe as the woman arched up off of the bed. He could see this show a thousand million times and he would still be just as enthralled as he had been the day he had taken her like this for the very first time. Pressing open-mouthed kisses to her pretty pink pussy, his tongue found its way down toward her dripping hole.

Leaving not a moment to waste, she gripped his disheveled ponytail by the root, pushing his head in deep enough for the tongue to slide right in – like it was meant to be there.

"Please," His fiancee pleaded, although he wasn't entirely sure what she wanted. She knew full and well that he wasn't planning on slowing down anytime soon. "Mnnnh-"

And, just to tease her, he withdrew, replacing his tongue with two damp fingers. "Feel good, sweetheart?" He murmured softly, just up against her red-flushed skin.

While he wasn't answered with words, the response he got was nonetheless gratifying. With a gasp and a desperate rut of her hips against his mouth, against the low vibration of his voice, she sent a message as clear as day.

He made no effort to stop her. Instead, adjusting his hands to grip the meat of her ass, he allowed the beautiful, frenzied girl to shamelessly ride his face. Her hips jumped up and down, rubbing her pretty little clit on his lips and his nose, smearing her juices all over his face. She shuddered, opening her legs even further, and arched into the warm, mushy mess he had created with his mouth.

She looked so fucked out like this, so ruined. Her head was thrown back, hair strewn haphazardly over the satin pillow, pink lips parted gently to make way for her trembling breaths. The little red babydoll she was wearing – what started all of this – complimented the undertones of her skin in such a way that it made his head spin. One of the straps hung loosely off of her shoulder, just barely exposing her breast. She was too much; he wanted to touch everything. To say he was enjoying the view would be an understatement. God, he could paint it if he could – on some Van Gogh shit, but if he were a porn addict.

Her smooth legs clamped shut over his ears. He huffed a satisfied little laugh before prying them apart and continuing to make a ruin out of the poor girl in the open.

Unfortunately, as he was only one man, he had to pull away for some air. He plunged two digits back into her, curling them up against that spot that would make her purr. He knew her body like the back of his hand, having memorized every curve, every crevice. Moving forward to continue lapping at her clit, he tried sucking in more air without having to stop. He never wanted to. He could hardly breathe but, fuck, he wouldn't mind going out like this: squished between his fiancee's thighs, feeling her warm essence drip down his chin while she cried out for him.

He couldn't take his eyes off her. The way she took his fingers so well, sucking them in and then clenching around them like she never wanted to let go. The way she gasped out his name over and over like a broken mantra. He could feel the heat of his own arousal straining against the seam of his boxers, but he didn't care. Being able to see her like this was more than enough.

With a gasp, he pulled back. "Fuck," he breathed. "You're purring like a kitten for me."

She carded a trembling hand through his hair, taking some of it into her small fist and tugging on it. He arched into the sensation. He loved the pain.

"Please," She begged again.

Though his fingers never stopped, he paused his desperate licking to draw the moment out even longer. An hour wasn't enough. He wanted to be inside of her all day, in perfect tune with the rhythm of her body, every arch, every stutter of her hips spurring him on. He rubbed the point of his index finger over her sweet spot, pulling her apart from the inside. "Use your words, princess."

Judging by the way her walls were beginning to spasm around his fingers, fun time was about to be cut short. He wanted more. No, fuck, he needed more. But honestly, he wasn't so sure that she could take anymore. Her eyes rolled back, slurred words and broken moans pouring out of her mouth a mile a minute while she struggled to hold on.

Deciding she had taken too long to answer, he dove back into her, parting her lips with his nose and then forming a light suction seal over her clit. He had to readjust himself to fit his fingers and his mouth in such a small space.

She felt so good inside, so warm. He could die in this pussy.

His fiancee gasped, "Waka, stop, 'm gonna cum."

His lips departed from the woman's dripping wet cunt, but only to roughly slide her ass closer to his face. Then, completely disregarding her previous please, he devoured her. His hair was beyond disheveled, tangled in her fist, while the rest hung in damp strands around his face.

He peered up at her hungrily, pulling back and greedily licking her off of his fingers. "Say my name like that again," he'd practically moaned, running his hands up and down your trembling thighs. The poor girl was shaking like a leaf in the breeze and he was reveling in it. "Say my name while you ride my tongue, baby."

"Mmmfuck– wait," She gasped. Her body, however, sent a different signal. She yanked his hair – hard, too – and trapped his head between her thighs. Those pretty little noises she was making increased in pitch and became more frequent within. She was near the breaking point, broken pleas of his name tumbling from her devilish lips. "Wait, wait... Waka, baby."

He wasn't planning on obeying her, moaning against her now abused clit while his lips and tongue alternated applying pressure on it. The pleasure coursing through his veins was enough to drive him wild – fuck, if she kept swallowing him up like that he was gonna cream his pants. She was getting loud and, to be frank, that was turning him on like crazy. He wanted to reach down and palm the ache between his legs, rut his hips down against the bed – anything to release some of the tension that was building between his legs – but he was far too enamored by the sight of her to take any attention away.

Head thrown back, hand gripping his blonde (and purple) tresses like a vice, back arched up off of the bed while that red babydoll dress slipped further off of her shoulders... she was a sight to behold. He never wanted to stop, never wanted her to stop moaning his name. He didn't care if the neighbors heard – hell, the whole building.

His tongue swapped places with his fingers.

The way she was mewling for him like a cat in heat made his heart run wild with desire. She was beautiful, so fucking pretty. She always was. But nothing compared to the way she looked like this, spread open for him like a mouth-watering buffet. He whined, feeling her tug harder at his hair. Her guts were clenching around his tongue like she wanted more. He knew it would only be a matter of time before he got what he wanted from her, so he removed his mouth from the girl's dripping cunt, allowing his fingers to work her open – an obscene mix of her juices and his spit glistening as it ran down his chin. Somehow, he found the strength to utter the words, "I need you to cum for me."

He had power over her at that moment, he knew he did. He had her rocking her hips back on his fingers like a desperate whore, chasing that sweet release she so desperately craved. When she slapped her hand over her mouth to keep quiet – because she had gotten a bit louder, to say the least – he quickly grabbed her wrists, pinning them down into the mattress. "Let me hear you, baby," He panted. "Let the whole building know who's making you feel good."

And he continued the downright slaughter of your pussy with his mouth this time.

"Daddy," the girl mewled, curling into herself. He'd been edging the poor thing around for far too long. He knew that. He just didn't care enough to stop.

It slipped out. It must have... Yet, still, when his fingers curled up against a particularly sensitive spot with all of the ease of a harpist plucking at the strings of her core, her lips spilled praise of his name. "Daddy!"

His smirk grew in size. He licked some of her off of his lips, and then hummed, twisting his fingers around. "That's it, princess. Such a good girl for me."

And then he could see something in the girl snap. The coil of her release snapped with all the power of an oncoming freight train, slamming into her in such a way that had her back arching up off of the bed. Her hips jolted up against his fingers and his tongue, lips chanting his name like a mantra while savoring the slow strokes of his long fingers against her gummy walls. He could feel the shock tear through her in waves, ripping trembling gasps from her lungs while she clenched around him.

"Baby," she mewled. "Oh, fuck, baby."

He slid his fingers out of the girl slowly, savoring the way her pretty pussy clenched over his fingers one last time before pulling out. Taking the soaked digits up to his lips, he sucked them clean. God, he would never forget how she looked right now, even if he'd seen it a thousand times before.

"Fuck, I wanna feel you," He shuddered, pushing himself onto his knees and then reaching for his tee shirt. Seeing her cum on his tongue like that was enough to drive him mad, dick straining hard against his pants. His lips found their way to hers in a messy clash of tongue and teeth, slick spreading from his face to hers while juices dripped down his neck. He pulled back, "Wanna feel you so fucking bad it hurts."

His beautiful fiancee sat up with uncalled quickness, small hands grabbing at his wrinkled shirt. That was all he needed to push the girl onto her back, promptly tugging the damp fabric over his head and tossing it somewhere to the side. When he turned back around, he caught the way her eyes studied the linework of his tattoos with newfound hunger.

She reached a pretty manicured hand out to rest on his abs, fingers splayed open, roaming the expanse of his ink. She traced the lines down to his abdomen, down to the junction between his hip and his pants – where his v-line was peeking out. He felt himself twitch beneath her touch.

"Don't be a tease," He breathed, although that breathless smile never wavered. He had to make a conscious effort to regulate his breathing. If he didn't restrain himself, god, he didn't even know what he would do to her. He had spent the whole ride over here fantasizing about her, about his pretty girl. He could do so many things, but there was so little time to do them. At least, that's what he'd been thinking before he felt her hand cup his erection through his sweats.

He let out a pent-up gasp that turned into a breathy chuckle. "Ah, fuck."

And then he pulled the girl into another bruising kiss, gripping her ass in his hands and pulling at the flesh like he was tearing into Thanksgiving dinner. Her hand pressed further into his crotch.

She parted from his lips to mumble, "Want you..."

"Yeah?" He breathed. It was getting hard to keep his composure when her hand was palming at him through his pants. His hands slid over her waist and gently cupped her face. "Where do you want me, princess?"

She laid back against the bed, arching her back down. Her legs remained folded against his waist. He quietly observed her, mesmerized by the woman and the way she welcomed him with open legs. Sighing blissfully, he lowered his hand to the warmth between her legs, which had begun to drip

Wordlessly, she brought her legs up onto the table. The man quietly observed her as she did so. He was mesmerized by the girl and the way she welcomed him with open legs. He hummed, lowering his hand to the warmth between her legs. "Right here, baby?" He asked.

Instead of answering, she reached for the waistband of his pants.

He left no time to waste, sliding them down over his hips with a hand at her back and letting her tug his boxers down below his thighs.

Immediately, she pushed her hips back against his, rubbing the head of his cock between her drenched folds. Something in him snapped, or rather, something was about to snap.

"Put it in, Daddy," she whined, and, fuck, when she was getting his cock wet like that he had no right to refuse her. The way she was so desperate even though she just came... he was going to get her pregnant one of these days.

He sighed, adjusting her legs around his waist, running his hands down her stomach – which rose and fell with every ragged breath – to rest on her hips. He let one hand move down towards his dick, wrapping around the leaking tip and then lining it up with her entrance. She was dripping all over him.

Before he could put it in himself, the girl slammed her hips back, sheathing the entirety of his cock in her heat.

"F-Fuck," He gasped, although it came out more like a whine. He let her set the pace at first, sliding back and forth in a way that had his head spinning. Her walls were so wet, so warm, so gummy. Fuck, it felt like he was melting.

Fucking into his dripping-wet fiancee, he couldn't fight the strangled moans that were ripped from the depths of his soul. "Fuck," He whimpered. He slowed down to savor the way her pussy sucked him in, and then pushed him out, and then sucked him in again. It made him dizzy. "Fuck, fuck."

"Mmm," the little devil chuckled. "Feel good?"

"So warm," he panted in response, sounding like a bitch in heat. "Oh fuck, I–" He angled his hips upward, bringing his hand over her cunt to roll his thumb over her clit, relishing in the way she cried for him. "I'm not gonna last long."

He'd never put it in so soon after eating it before. Fuck, the sensation was indescribable. He wanted to die like this – buried eight inches deep in her warm, wet cunt.

"Kay," she giggled. Then she moaned, "I want you to cum inside, okay?"

He knew that if even thought about getting to paint her insides right now he wouldn't last much longer. Hell, this would mark the fifth time he'd done it this week, even if it was only Tuesday. But, shit, whatever the princess wanted?

"Okay, baby."

Princess would get.

a/n: hey heyyyy, I hope you enjoyed it!!! if you liked it, you would loooove my other waka fics which can be found here.

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Dear @redfoxwritesstuff,

Nobody can deny the hard work you put into your stories, as well as your efforts to make a safe, welcoming community alongside your fellow co-owners in the Voxtek Discord Server. Now it's time to share the love to Tumblr!

The way you write captures the reader's attention in an instant to take them into the heart of the story you have created. Your writing style is just that beautiful, and the emotions linger long after that ao3 tab is closed. The first chapter of Misdemeanor, wow.

For this reason, you are one of the first creative souls to be recommended to all the lovelies that will see this post! Thank you for all that you share, and thank you for continuing to be a positive force in fandom.

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Kit has been my biggest supporter as i learned to cook this year. She's almost always the first person i tag when i need help with anything from anxiety kicking my ass to well... anything. I even asked her to explain credit scores to me and she did without any judgment. She's the most kind and understanding person i know.

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[pwblogarchive]

October 2006

October 2, 2006

“buzz's girlfriend, woof!”

(gomez and morticia).my friend told me, there are veins in brooklyn sick of the constant knocking on them like a door.if i look up the lights in houses look like stars in the sky, only if i squint hard enough. if you had told me where wed be three years ago i would have laughed it off.i am sure i will do the same in three years when i am making wishes from some gutter somewhere.i want to be the last thing you think of at nighttime.i tapped out, i blacked out.you knew we couldnt last.its funny how we only focus on our flaws."please tell me the truth, i am addicted to it".i got new boots so id never get cold feet-on thin ice or at the altar.listening to this record i cant wait to get back on the road. it feels like home.and sometimes this feels like some strange family we have built- we are planning a run of small shows right now- and something better."when you are very old and very lonely you will understand".its designed deep inside of us to be the opposite of what we are, i thank god for the bands, movies, and hearts that make me want to become something better than i am.your heart beat gets me through the day.

October 2, 2006

“the strange familiarity.”

what would a fisherman do without fish?

what would the depressed do without depression?

the movie "closer" is far more true to how things are then anything i have ever written.

i was designed to break your heart. my only real crime is my obsession with documenting it.

and maybe the way i still love you after the flash on the camera cools off.

"lying is the currency of the world"

- xo

October 5, 2006

“joe says the puppy has hillbilly teeth.”

if i was a judge id only hand out run-on sentences.california feels like the body of the world.and los angeles is its varicose veins.leaves wont turn orange here.or at least theyre putting up a fight.emerald city downtown girl.i called shotgun on everything you do.im sorry, its true.asleep in the hive- i guess all the buzzing got to me-that and the blueberries and vikings.the only gold i got is in my fillings.heroes love heroines.i dream of lying in backyards with you in the a.m.'s-the geneva convention of romance.i work vampire hours thinking of you.the rings around my eyes are simply the proof.fuck the miles between us.fuck the way i am in love with being a mess.and when the planets align even the mercury specks in our eyes match.

October 15, 2006

“fuck me gently with a chainsaw”

been writing in the real journal lately. paper and ink.hey pete, howd you get yourself turned so inside out?this city feels like a lull.in weather, in love, in time, in life.'all you sensetive thugs need hugs'.i can love you in hour increments.i can give/take all your problems back/away.i want to be bright enough to blind you.think of all the love i have behind my eyelids waiting for you to wake up.thanks to all the forever kids who have stuck by our side.dream fast. wish hard.truefuckinglove.

October 15, 2006

“i want to be kept.”

i am in love with observing.off the strip is the best.there is an old man at the bar, he carries his years in his eyes.he drinks gin and tonic, only he calls them "g&t's".he is a true believer, a die hard.all the addicts and pushers are sitting in pews somewhere.he speaks to me about a love and a life that has taken 50 years to figure that he cant figure it out.buzzing and lights.there is a HIPSter docked on the bar next to me.he drinks vodka straight with out mixers,because the monsters in his closet are calories.i wonder how many he burns with he constant running mouth.here no one wants to be what they are.i watch waiters run their lines.i watch valets trip over producers names that keep dropping out of their mouths.nothing changes here but peoples hair color.it is saturday night here everyday except saturday.no one waits in line.no one pays covers.writing here hurts my head.but i am addicted.honest to god, its like taking a picture of a ghost.im always walking home head down, taking myself to pieces.smile at the grass pushing up through the cracks in the sidewalk.a teammate.sometimes i look at my reflection in car windows and say "worry on your own time".etc. etc.i cant wait to get home.

October 16, 2006

“sooooo.”

the record is really close to being finished.

im freaking out. i hope you love it as much as we do.

sometimes its worry, sometimes its excitement.

go out and pick up the new cobra starship record.

you will not be disappointed...

tried to catch some zzzz's but im not too athletic.

xo

October 18, 2006

“woke up at 5:49pm today.”

the cobra starship video is amazing- its like a flamboyant version of kill bill meets the easter bunny only trashier- for real... get ready. after all the hacking, i have secret journals stashed through out the internet.i am always forgetting the passwords- i feel like a pirate always looking for the 'x marks the spot' kind of thing.i love my bed for all of its AMBIENce...the record is being mixed- i have the "so-so" inside my head. but i just want to be on the road.these journals all seem like an attempt to make the average seem bright and bold-but all i(t) really is/am, is nothing so special at all.i want our tattoos to touch under the wind off the windowsill on these late fall nights."i miss eyes much brighter than mine".

October 22, 2006

“baby dont worry about a thing cause every little thing is gonna be alright”

we played in front of 40,000 people today in a place we've never even been before.this is a piece of our life, cut pure.unadulterated.you have made us what we are.sometimes i get chills when i see patricks back in front of all of these singing mouths.i cant put the words together to tell you what it means or how it feels.like you are in the worlds biggest gang.or slipping through the longest dream.i got my shoes stolen in sao paulo.they are the shittiest looking converse i ever had.kind of funny."friends dont let friends get famous".i know you dont really get me because i kind of write in a "or the user has trabelled outside of the service area" kind of way- but i dont really get me either.fell asleep in the mirror the other day,sick to death of comparing myself.every word has already been written.every government has been done.every hairstyle has been tried.but give me sometime, dont write me off yet.im not always the person i want to be-but you make me want to be him.silly boy all this is ever gonna get you is carpal tunnel and bad eyesight-but i wish i was the mirror reflecting you back so i could make your eyes look carefree.sometimes i think i about that night that we madeout until our lips went numb.the words are all over the place.but you are lightning in a bottle.i am in love with the accents in south america-the streets are museums,the culture is breathing- alive.rolling 'r's is way cooler than rolling your eyes.the way i think of you is billboard big, only i could never tell anyone.last night i had a dream that we were breathing underwater.our love will go down (in history).i hope the keys keep clicking, the kids keep singing-its all "if they could see us now"s versus "they'd be spinning in their grave"spenned in on all sides.lets split town.its always "i dont care what anyone thinks" except everyone always does.and "better in the long run" always means sleeping alone now.stop trying to save me.except if you ever did i dont know what id do with myself.silly boy youre just dying to be tragic silly boy youre just dying to be tragic silly boy youre just dying to be tragic silly boy youre just dying to be tragic silly boy youre just dyingtime for sleep.

October 23, 2006

"Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum." vincent van gogh in a letter to his brother.when i read this book of his letters i see "sunflowers" completely differently. though the painter is never the painting and vice versa- the same as the song. it is humbling. as i try to pick apart another as i feel the same is done over and over and over and over. as though i could ever figure a motive...etc. sometimes its good to just get out of your own head once in awhile....spitting on lottery tickets and breaking the hands of palm readers...currently trying to get over myself,but i never really was one to take the high road. so its proving to be quite the challenge.

- xo

October 28, 2006

“change comes from our heads, not our pockets”

been writing in the real journal lately. paper and ink.

I have to ask myself, howd you get yourself turned so inside out?

this city feels like a lull.

in weather, in love, in time, in life.

'all you sensetive thugs need hugs'.

i can love you in hour increments.

i can give/take all your problems back/away.

i want to be bright enough to blind you.think of all the love i have behind my eyelids waiting for you to wake up.

dream fast. wish hard.

truefuckinglove.

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[stealth-spiderr]

ask game

i was tagged by @ohmybuckybarnes ily bby 

Rules: Answer 20 questions, then tag 20 bloggers that you want to get to know better.

Name // emily

Nicknames // em 

Height // 5'9 and a bit

Orientation // biromantic asexual

Nationality // australian!!

Favourite fruit // strawberries

Favourite season // summer

Favourite flower // cherry blossoms

Favourite scent // the smell of rain and also mango

Favourite colour // blue

Favourite animal // dogs and tigers

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate // hot chocolate

Average sleep hours // 6-7 usually

Dog or cat person // dog person for sure!!

Favourite fictional character // todd hewitt!!

Number of blankets you sleep with // 3

Dream Trip // hawaii

Blog created // i made this blog like 5 years ago but only made it tom//marvel earlier this year

Number of followers // 1,006 ((which is still insane omg))

Random fact // i have never broken a bone

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[witchersmistress]

On the run

Permission not given to be used

This is a one shot atm I can see if I can work further but at this time no

Gif credit to xo-tough-love-xo

POV: You

Word count: 715

Gathering my wits about me, I only had so much time to make it out of here. Throwing the bare minimum into a suitcase, I grabbed my Manila envelope with different IDs and a bank account in each to keep me comfortable. Putting on top and zipping the bag closed.

From the time I could remember, it was drilled into me by my parents. "Get out at 18 and don't look back, he'll be coming for you" they broke their contract telling me this but they wanted to give me a chance to get away. The self-defense classes, countless hours at the gym. Being a black belt in jujitsu, martial arts. How to handle various weapons.

Darting down my stairs into my kitchen where I kept my gun and keys to make a getaway into the garage. Rummaging in the drawer for my keys, I froze… there was a single white peony on the countertop That wasn't there when I got the call from my parents this morning. With a shaking hand, picked up the flower. It was fresh, still had dew drops from the morning rain.

I was tempted to lift it to my nose but I knew better. In a rage, threw the delicate flower into the sink and watched as it smacked and the petals flew off the stem. Taking a moment to steady myself. Grabbing my bag and the leash I yelled for my dog "Akira" a sharp whistle but he didn't come. Akira come we need to leave" hearing a low whine from the living room made my way towards the sound.

I found Akira his crate, dropping my knees to undo the locks, he let out a low growl, but he was to late.. a thick hand reached around my throat, pulling me to my feet. I felt a hand reach out to move a strand from my face. "Now just where do you think you are going?" I British accent hissed in my ear. Refusing to answer him I kept my eyes on Akira "Tsk tsk tsk" I waited with baited breathe for the right opportunity. His hand loosened on my throat and that was all I need, raise his hand to my mouth I bit in the skin between his index and thumb and he let out a blood curdling scream, pushing me away from him. He grabbed his hand and let out a low growl. Charging at him, I took my shot and aimed for his gut. The the heel of my foot and drove into his stomach. Bending at his waist to absorb the impact, leaving his back exposed, bringing my elbow down on the base of his neck. Grabbing his neck I turned it till I heard a sicken crack and he laid dead at my feet.

With no time to waste I freed Akira, and we ran to the kitchen grabbing my keys and bag, I flung the garage door open. Bolting to my car and throwing open the door, stuffing my bag and getting Akira in. Jumping in the driver's seat and opened my garage door, when I was blinded by headlights in my review mirror. I could see a figure making their way towards me, dragging a finger along my car till he got to my driver's side window, the barrel of the silencer tapping gentle on the glass, rolling my window down.

I knew I was done I was caught with no escape. Large hands incased in black leather gloves rested. Holding his cerulean gaze, he gave me a cold smile "Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way" I spat at him "Go to hell" he just let out a low rumble of the laugh and moved like lightening, it happened before I could register it. The prick of a needle in my neck and my world going black. I lazily swung my head to look this vile man in the face.

A killer jaw line, with some stubble and mustache. His cerulean blues staring at me with delight and his dark curls just resting about his brow. The last thing I took in were those blue eyes. All the training in the world couldn't save me from this man, this monster

August. Fucking. Walker

[drabbles-mc]

Courtesy Call

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Request by Anon: A "meet cute" with either EZ or angel where u are walking out of the gas station where the swole boys confrontation is taking place

Warnings: language, smoking, guns, Angel being a smartass

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: It’s been a hot minute since I wrote for this lovely, lanky man. This request has been sitting in my inbox for a while but I was really feeling it tonight. I tweaked it a little bit but I think it still flows really well. I hope you enjoy!! xo

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There were very few good or fun things about your job at the gas station. It was nice that your boss wasn’t around much—the last thing you wanted to deal with on top of shitty customers was a supervisor breathing down your neck. And sometimes, in the midst of all the lulls and in between the rude people who rolled in and out throughout the day, you got to see some interesting things. For better or worse, travelers were never boring.

You heard the rumble of motorcycles pulling into the lot. The noise was deeper, had a little more muscle to it than the bikes that commonly rolled through your spot. You peeked out the window to look at the gas pumps, and you couldn’t help but to raise your eyebrows in surprise when you saw the two men that were getting off their bikes and unclipping their helmets. If only the bikers in your area looked like that.

One of them started walking towards the door and you immediately set your phone down on the counter, trying to look at the man who had entered without making it too obvious. He perused the aisles for a couple minutes, although he didn’t really seem like he was going to pick anything out to purchase.

He approached the counter and you flashed him a smile, your customer service voice immediately kicking in, “What can I get for you?”

“Just a couple packs of smokes, please,” he pointed to the ones he wanted.

You nodded, “You got it,” you grabbed two packs and set them on the counter, but as he reached for them you didn’t remove your hand. He looked at you, confusion apparent on his face. You chuckled, “ID?”

He laughed, shaking his head, “Really?”

You nodded, “Really.”

“Pfft,” he scoffed but there was still a smile on his face as he took his ID out of his wallet and handed it over to you.

You looked over it, nodded, and smiled as you handed it back, “Thank you, Angel.”

His smile shifted into a smirk of sorts, “You’re welcome, querida.” He didn’t take his eyes off of you as you finished ringing him out. He flashed you a wink as he swiped the packs of cigarettes off the counter, “Have a nice day.”

You leaned forward onto the counter, watching him as he walked out, “You too.”

Once he was back outside you sat back down onto your chair, and even though you knew that you shouldn’t, that it was none of your business, you looked out the window to watch him talk with the other man that he had pulled in with. You watched as Angel placed a cigarette between his lips and you knew that you shouldn’t have found it as attractive as you did, but oh well.

Your quickly spiraling train of thought was derailed as you heard another set of motorcycles pull into the lot. You couldn’t stop yourself from sighing and rolling your eyes. The Swole Boys might’ve been local but it didn’t make you like or respect them. And it certainly never made them treat you any better, either.

You looked out the window and watched as they walked up to Angel and the other man, and you instantly became interested in how it was going to play out. You couldn’t hear all of what was being said at first, but you were certain that the men who had just rolled in weren’t being courteous, or smart.

The man that Angel had shown up with got off of his bike, and you found yourself walking out from behind the counter and going towards the door. You weren’t planning on going out there and putting yourself in the middle of it, but you wanted a better idea of what was going on. It was hard to hear from behind the counter.

You heard Angel’s voice, “Next time we’ll call the Slow Boys.”

Having the protection of the glass door was a godsend, because you weren’t able to stop the laugh that escaped you. No one ever talked to them that way, and you were thrilled that someone was stepping up to the plate and finally saying something.

The man next to Angel spoke up with a smirk tugging at his lips, “Sorry, he’s just picking up on the lack of cognitive energy comin’ our way.”

You found yourself covering your mouth with your hands as you laughed. Angel and his counterpart were clearly very pleased with themselves, both of them standing with a lot of confidence despite the mounting annoyance of the other bikers in front of them.

The Swole Boys started stepping closer and you saw Angel lean and grab something from his bag. Your eyes grew wide when you saw that he had a gun in his hand. It wasn’t raised, but you still didn’t know where this was going, if you were supposed to step in and say something. You didn’t get paid nearly enough to get shot on the job trying to protect a few douchebag gym-bros, but you didn’t want to say that you didn’t do anything. You saw that the gun was still at his side, so you stayed put and listened to the commentary he was providing. You had to admit it was amusing.

“Shut the fuck up!” Angel snapped and raised the gun, going back and forth pointing it at each of them.

Now the tension was a little too much for you to be completely comfortable with. You ahd no idea what you were going to do, but you couldn’t stand inside anymore. Silently, you slipped out the front door and stood on the sidewalk right in front of it, letting the situation play out a little more. Both Angel and the man with him spotted you, their eyes flicking over to you for a moment even though they didn’t say anything to you.

“You guys are an embarrassment,” Angel shook his head, gun still aimed at the men in front of him, “Now go climb on your homocycles and get the fuck out of here.”

You pressed your lips together, trying not to let your shock be too present. You knew that it was still written all over your face, though. And the surprise only intensified when they actually backed off and went back to their bikes. They obviously wouldn’t have been able to go toe-to-toe with Angel and his friend, but on a different day they probably would have been stupid enough to try.

It wasn’t until the guys pulled away that Angel tucked his gun back into his bag and turned to look at you. the tough demeanor he’d just had completely fell away as he stepped a little closer to you.

“Sorry ‘bout all that,” he shook his head slightly.

You chuckled, “It’s fine. Just came out to make sure I wasn’t going to have to add hose blood out of parking lot to my to-do list.”

He laughed, “I would’ve at least stuck around to help with that.”

“No he wouldn’t have,” his friend said with a smile that would make anyone’s knees buckle.

“Man, shut up,” Angel shook his head with a laugh, “Don’t mind my brother—he was dropped on his head a couple times as a child.”

“By you?” you asked with a smile.

He held a finger up to his lips, “We don’t talk about it.”

You looked back and forth between them, crossing your arms over your chest, “You guys just roll into town to stir up trouble, or what?”

Angel shook his head, “Just passing through.”

“Sorry for the scene,” his brother said.

You shrugged, “All good. Not like we’ve got any customers to scare away.”

Angel laughed, “Right, right.”

“You guys should ride through more often,” you nodded towards the road, “Those guys don’t get told to shut the fuck up often enough.”

“We’ll keep that in mind,” Angel smiled as he hooked his thumbs into the belt loops of his jeans, “try to swing by and keep ‘em in line.”

You didn’t comment on it, but you could see Angel’s brother smiling and shaking his head as he watched the two of you interact. Clearly Angel was no stranger to chatting up girls that they came across in their travels. Still, this was the most interesting thing that’d happened to you since you started working at the shitty little gas station so long ago. Plus there was something about the look in Angel’s eyes that made you believe that he was an adventure that you’d be up for.

“And they say chivalry is dead,” you smiled.

Angel chuckled as he took his phone out of his kutte and handed it over to you, “If you give me your number, I can give you a, uh, a little courtesy call next time I’m around.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you took his phone. For a moment you contemplated putting in a fake number, but going against whatever little alarm bells were going off in the back of your mind, you gave him your real one before handing the phone back over to him.

“Looking forward to it.”

“Let’s go, Angel,” his brother called from his bike with a laugh.

“Looks like you gotta go,” you nodded in the direction of their bikes.

“I’ll see you ‘round, querida,” he shot you a wink before turning to walk away.

“Try not to shoot anyone, boys,” you called after them with a laugh.

Angel smiled over at you as he clipped on his helmet, “No promises.”

[antchurch]

Hey can you please rec me your fave avatar fanfics?

i would be Honoured to

this is going to be a heavily zukka themed list as they recently became my top tagged ship on ao3 (im there @ jiminie if u want to see any more of my bookmarks) but i will endeavour to be more inclusive don't u worry !! these are all mostly pg - if there is sex it isn't the focus, mainly cause id feel weird rec’ing smut to a potential minor and also cause i don't need the judgement of my taste in porn but if u do want an 18+ rec lmk  the art of burning - zukka (eventually), canon divergence, ongoing - this might be one of my favourite fics ever, its a hadoka+ the watertribe come across zuko fic and i cannot recommend it enough have done some quality crying 2 this one xo what is living is burning - zukka, canon divergence, complete - BRO the canon divergence on this bad boy? so good - it had such a Mood, the tone is exquisite - - i cant say much without spoilers but trust me it goes Hard blue - zukka, canon divergence, complete - i may as well be recommending the bible here but i mean it when i say this has some of the best zuko character exploration that i’ve ever experienced it deserves all the love it gets!! the spirit stone - zukka, canon divergence, ongoing - zuko imprisoned by the fire nation? very cool ideas going on here, can’t wait to see where it goes!!! what you’re meant for - zukka, post-canon, complete - ambassador sokka saved the world! jk but like this is a really interestingly written fic, i love the epistolary style and its really satisfying to see a political system become unfucked. i wish i could be more articulate cause this fic rlly deserves that but im clow n

more below the cut cause it got long ;)

boy problems - zukka, post-canon, complete - this boy can fit so much angst in him!! this also has some excellent mailee content s/o to my lesbians xoxo swords of fate, pride of heart - zukka, alternate universe complete - zukka zoom uni au! did this fic hit entirely too hard for me as a uni student on zoom? why yes. do i also want to fall in love with a boy over zoom because of swords? also yes say you like your shirt soggy - zukka, alternate universe, complete - this is just good vibes aman falling in love n doing dishes its all we want - excellent hakoda content here !! very good if u desire better parental figures!! Flow Like Fire - canon divergence, ongoing - zuko is an airbender au that slaPs - also our first none zukka one look at me having range! but very very good its so clever in how zuko figures shit out i really enjoy the world building on this one blue's clues - zukka, alternate universe, complete - modern au where the blue spirit is a vigilante - its so fun to read and has sexy spiderman vibes big love 2 this one tell me a story - zukka, post-canon, complete - this will rip ur heart out!! izumi likes being read stories! tw major character death xox goodbye to fathers - canon compliant, complete - hakoda and zuko have a talk and ozai just sucks - good hakoda dad vibes and adults being responsible love it lighthouse beam - zukka, alternate universe, complete - uni au again!! very cute and disabled zuko rep!! love 2 see it  - so much pining my dude when the sun sets, and the moon follows - zukka, post canon, complete - this is an elderly gaang fic, so if ur constantly thinking abt grief like i am this is Right up ur street - tw major character death but so worth it.  Baby Hotline, please hold (me close to you) - zukka, alternate universe, complete - this shit is hilarious boys, fbi agent zuko and engineer sokka its a great time  Mass Times Acceleration - zukka, alternate universe, complete - this is a masterpiece, zukka roast trip au just very good painful feelings big fucking fan here man i would die 4 this fic survival will not be the hardest part - azula-centric, canon compliant, complete - beautiful azula character piece really rich and painful also lowkey sapphic Look How Far We've Come - zukka, alternate universe, complete - this whole series is insane!! daemons au!!! such good worldbuilding amazing character work fucking phenomenal man rain dance - aang-centric, canon compliant, complete - beautiful, beautiful aang piece about airbender culture and loss if u read any of these pls make it this one Intimate Counselors - zukka, post canon, complete - fucking hilarious zuko buys shit for sokka plot very good very fun honestly a joy 2 read might read it right now when im done with this list studying the blade - zukka, alternate universe, complete - social media au!! great gang dynamics n super fun!!!! kintsugi - toph+zuko bros 4 eva, canon divergence, complete? but only sorta cause the whole series isn't complete but its So good such a good reworking of the plot aaa it just goes hard man its the toph n zuko content u deserve spring comes to caldera - zukka, post canon, complete - ambassador sokka is back baybe and its so fucking good - great azula stuff here, really well developed pining, the full works figures 1-5: killing gods - zukka, canon divergence but only a lil, complete - a really lyrical and althetic exploration of zuko. feels like catharsis (do you take this jerk to be) your one and only - zukka, canon divergence, complete - hehehe proposal related hijinks love 2 see it yue is here n its great the art of charting the stars - zukka, post canon, complete - beautiful star gazing theme and gorgeous pining this is iconic i love it  speak ill - zukka, alternate universe, complete - sometimes u just need to call ozai a bastard. immaculate wow long list - sorry abt that!! but it really could have been easily twice as long aha

i hope i’ve managed to rec u something new and that u enjoy any of these and thank u so much for the ask~~~

[artsninspo]

SCARED STRAIGHT - DRABBLE

Summary: A couple that knows how to get under each others skin are at a stalemate. Pushing each others buttons, a little scare might be what it takes to get back to neutral.

Paring: Trevante X Reader

Something I drummed up fast for @twistedcharismaaa​ hope you all enjoy this more relatable concept and the petty of some relationships :)

Living with Tre was nothing like what you’d thought. Sure it was nice waking up to him every morning but the man was crazy. You should have known better than to not consider  any man who wakes up everyday at 5am to work out neurotic. Possibly with a touch of something like OCD minus the serious and sometimes scary compulsions of a clinical diagnosis.

It felt like being on under a microscope 24/7.

Thats why you were ignoring him, he’d woken you up two days ago complaining about the dishes you left in the sink after baking a cake. It had been for work and you had only remembered last minute. Whipping it together and waiting for it to be perfect you forgot to load the dishwasher and run it at one in the morning. You wanted to strangle him the entire day. It ruined your whole mood so much you decided against going home and went to your mothers to blow off some steam.

“Hows Tre?” She asks as you enjoy her famous scalloped potatoes.

“Meh”

“I always know when somethings up, you like hanging with him more than me an day” she comments garnering an eye roll.

“He's a madman, I don’t think its gonna work Ma” your mothers brows bunch in concern at your words.

“Baby what happened?” Her concern is evident

“He’s a drill sergeant” you mutter looking at your phone ring again. The twelve missed calls prove your point as you shoot off a text that  something came up and you’re with your mom.

“Did you speak to him about it?”

“Have you ever tried telling a crazy person they’re crazy?” You ask getting another helping to remedy your frustration. Fuck eating healthy, fuck going to the gym, fuck not being able to be comfortable in your space, fuck him. The thoughts dance around in your head as our mom smiles.

“I tell you one thing you’re no walk in the park and I’ve never heard you complain before”

“I’m a walk on clouds with him Ma, I give him no trouble and he can’t appreciate that!”

….

Opting against work and equipped with a new idea you smile heading into the empty house heading into your art studio. The petty in you can’t resist making a mess. He’s not supposed to be in this room ever anyways so theres no way he should see but he vacuums when you have months that aren’t creative. 

Dipping your brush in colours, flicking the paint and letting the damp brushes drip onto the bone coloured carpets brings you joy. You’ll show him a mess. Sitting at your easel you get the exact relief needed to feel calm and relax a little.

Skipping down the stairs in better spirits and on the phone to your best-friend your laughter comes to a halt seeing Major Rhodes coming in to start his shift.

“You’re home” he comments with concerned eyes locking the front door behind him. Making no attempt to greet him you smile continuing your conversation and washing the paint brushes in the kitchen sink to grind his gears even more.

“I told you about this, use the sink in the basement or ill do it for you” Tre says getting behind you toggle you your favourite hug and kiss combo. Using your elbow to create distance you slip out of his reach heading back to your art room and shutting the door.

“You’re such a bitch” your best friend laughs on the other end of the phone.

“I am not. I’m the one who’s been living with a parole officer” You comment.

“You know that man will do anything for you, just tell him whats bothering you”

“You know how I feel about changing people to make myself happier. Its not fair to them, if the change is not voluntary - will not push” its a bullshit excuse for the truth, you could never argue with Tre. You would never argue with him and it would become an argument.

“And hows that artsy shit working for a practical man?” She asks.

“I hate you” you laugh as theres a knock at your studio door. You ignore it until the door opens and his eyes dance around the room thats in complete disorder before his eyes fall on yours. It takes everything in you not to smile at the success of your mission to get under his skin too.

“I was thinking we go out tonight, dinner, a movie, bowling?” He asks. As much as you’d like to fully ignore him you know he’d never let it happen so you put your index finger to your lips to shush him while pointing to the canvas.

“Come on YN” he groans but you keep ignoring him getting more of a kick out of it than you should. He shuts the door heading downstairs and starts washing the brushes.

“Girl, he just texted me asking whats wrong with my best friend” your bff laughs.

“Don’t respond, I need solidarity” you laugh feeling a little bad.

Tre’s compulsion for spotlessness was inherent like your free spirit, he was never trying to be mean. Whereas instead of telling him like an adult you’d reduced yourself to a childish retaliation. Cleaning up your paint station you smile at your newest piece signing it and setting it to dry. You rearrange your supplies putting them where they should be according to your rationale.

Heading into your bedroom Tre sits on the couch flicking through the channels in a silent rage.

“Are you done painting now?” He shouts as you head into the ensuite , your back is to him as you smile ignoring him some more.

“It’s been three days YN, if you don’t tell me whats wrong I can’t help. Besides you didn’t even sleep here last night you don’t think we should talk about that?” He asks to try provoking speech when its clear as ever you’d never cheat. Its a grade a tactic but you resist. Liking in the mirror you see him smile behind you.

“No problem baby” he smiles leaving the bathroom and making your heart race.

Stay strong. You tell yourself returning to your now empty bedroom. A three day detox from your man is grounds for self care and you apply your eye patches ordering in for the night. Watching throwback shows and laughing your ass off you almost miss the notification signalling their arrival. 

“Thanks” You smile at the delivery guy taking the bag of food and locking the door back you head into the unlit kitchen only for a figure to jump out.

“Ahh” you both say in unison, your pitch octaves higher as you drop the food.

“Tr-“ you start calling for help before hearing his familiar laugh. Turning on the light he stands there bent over laughing his ass off. Leaning against the wall and feeling your heart beat out of your chest you try to breathe.

“You know I scare easy!” You snap.

“Ignore that” he smiles picking up the food.

“Fuck you, now its all for me” you snatch the bag out of his hands and he smiles.

“We can eat after I fuck you” he comments grabbing you before you can run. “You’re in for it tonight babe, fifty missed calls over the past three days” he says kissing the spot on your neck you love as he holds you from behind like you like. “Sleeping at your moms and denying me my right” he adds another kiss as the sensations begin down below. “Id like to see you ignore me now” he finishes turning you around and taking our chin in a firm hold.

“Last chance to save yourself” he adds with his dark glare running his thumb on your lips.

“New rules” you speak with his undivided attention. His expression changes to his typical kind and empathetic one as you put your doe eyes to good use.

“Only time you boss me around like this is like this, I don’t want to hear it every day and I don’t want to wake up to you upset about dishes”

“I haven’t got pussy two weeks days of course I’m irritable!” He exclaims. 

“Works been stressful”

“You’re usually my kitten, but you’ve been a very bitchy girl. Let me do my job to take care of it or talk to me.” He says coming in for a deep kiss. Its a gesture that shows his love. “Babe, you’re finished, we’re going back to the basics” his eyes darken again. It had been a bid for dominance but Tre won, fucking you into submission. 

Living with Tre was nothing like what you’d thought. Maybe the man was a little crazy but you wouldn’t trade it for anything else. His obsession with detail could come in handy more times than not. 

“Sorry for ignoring you” you smile trying your best to look innocent.

“How sorry?” He sits.

“Depends on if you’re sorry too?” You ask.

“I’ll work on it, you have my word” he concedes and you sink down on your knees ready to greet one of your favourite parts of him with your lips and hands.

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Belated WIP/Six sentence Sunday (it’s Sunday in the Uk 🇬🇧)

Thanks for the tag on Wednesday @loveellamae

I’ve been very quiet recently due to personal issues, but I’ve tried catching up with all my series, so are posting the bits that I’ve done below. Thank you to everyone who has asked how I’m doing - love you all 💕

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*****

Cordonian Wags (can’t believe I haven’t posted since December 😱)

The Apples do not need anymore drama within the club- it looks as though Walker is arguing with his manager.

It’s such a shame that such a good match has come to this- I wonder what the argument is about? Walker has played well, but I’ve seen that he hasn’t been on the ball- get it?

Good pun- yes, even though he’s scored a hat trick his eyes have been scrutinising elsewhere around the stadium.

“Get back on the pitch, Walker!” Bertrand snapped towards Drake, he hated being stern towards him as he was his brother in law- but for some reason he was jeopardising the game.

“No!”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me Bertrand. Riley’s not well.... I saw her run off...she needs me.”

“She’s just been sick. This match is important... is she pregnant?”

“No! And Riley is more important to me than a stupid match....”

“Tell me what’s up with her, then we can determine what is more important!” She’s got cancer you fucking moron.

“Just take me off, I’ve done enough in this match....” Bertrand grabbed Drake by the collar- his grip was tight, not knowing what had got into him- he witnessed the team walk over attempting to calm the situation down.

“Get the fuck off of me Bertrand! I quit!”

******

One Temptation

Drake pressed the button in the elevator, taking him up to the highest floor. Walking towards the desk, the receptionist looked Drake up and down- wondering who he was and what his intentions were.

“I’m here to see Mr Rhys. Before you ask, no- I haven’t got an appointment.”

“Name?”

“Just tell him his worse nightmare is paying him a visit..” Panic was written across the woman’s face, leaning closer towards her desk- her hand hovered over the security button. “Just tell him, it’s Drake.”

Hello Mr Rhys, you have a visitor. His name is Drake.

Hanging up, she explained that Liam would be with them momentarily. Sitting down on the leather chair, Drake was unsure how Liam would react to seeing him- would he throw him out? Would he play mind games?

“Drake. It’s nice to see you.” Not. “Follow me into my office.” Drake followed his instructions, as the two men walked into the room. Liam poured them both a drink, however Drake politely rejected. Not knowing if Liam could have potentially added poison to it as revenge.

“What can I do for you? I never thought I’d see the day that you’d pay me a visit voluntarily.”

“Trust me, I don’t want to be here. I despise you. Have you seen or heard from Riley?”

“No. Why would I hear from her? She wanted to send me to prison for raping her.” Hearing that word, Drake grit his teeth- knowing that Liam was still in denial with his past actions.

“Well you did do that. Listen, you probably know her better than any of us. We need your help. She ran away, she left me in Texas.” Liam laughed in Drakes face, just picturing Riley riding off into the sunset wearing a cowboy hat.

“What did you do?” He asked Drake, assuming he was the reasoning behind her disappearance- from past experience he should know how her mind ticked. She did the same when he hurt her.

“I did nothing, my mom and aunt Leona spoke to her. Then she went cold towards me, and was gone. Do you know anywhere that she could have gone?” Liam now knew the reasoning behind her departure- he was the reason why. Instead of acting like a dick, he felt empathy towards everyone who was looking for her- guilt for his past actions.

“Bianca, this is Liam Rhys- a friend of Drakes.” Bianca recognised the name immediately- clearing her throat, she provided a fake posh accent.

“Hello, Sir. How may I help?”

“Has Drake arrived in Texas yet? His flatmate was just wondering but he’s broken his phone.”

“No, not yet. I assume he should be here shortly. I’ll get him to ring you once he arrives.”

“Okay, thank you Mrs Walker. I hope the prostitute he is in a relationship with doesn’t ruin your families reputation. Have a good day.”

******

Hold my girl

Freya stormed out of the ballroom, not knowing why. Both her and Drake had confessed their feelings towards each other in New York, they had both agreed to a long distance relationship. So, to see him so close to the mystery woman was like a stab to the heart.

What am I even doing here? She muttered to herself.

“Freya!” Ignoring him, she ran off to her room- not looking back as she wiped her tears. Liam has suggested going to speak to her instead along with Maxwell for moral support, whilst drake took the time to ‘chill out’ before he put his foot in his mouth again.

“Blossom?” Maxwell said softly, as the two men waited for her to answer the door. “Lady Freya, we just want to make sure that you are okay?”

Opening the door, the two of them had sorrow in their eyes- both pulling her towards them for a group hug.

“I’m sorry. Liam, stop calling me lady please. I’m not in your court anymore. I’m just an American nurse now. Not a suitor, or a Duchess, or a Cordonian.”

“Frey, you are a Cordonian even if not officially- you’re a Beaumont, always will be. That woman...”

“Don’t Max... I don’t want to hear it. I thought we had something good- was all the words he said to me a lie? Did he use me for sex? I don’t know what to think. It was Drake who suggested the long distance thing- insisting it would work because he loves me. Maybe he should have just stayed as a jerk!” The two men knew that Drake wouldn’t hurt her, Maxwell soon had a smile appear on his face- a mischievous look, that look made Liam’s mind work overtime, wondering what the lord was thinking.

“Freya, grab some things and meet me in my room. Slumber party time, Beaumont’s only- sorry, Liam. No invite for you.”

“I’m busy anyway, no need for an apology. Goodnight Freya, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Kissing her on the cheek, Maxwell mimicked the king’s actions before following him out of the room.

A couple of hours had passed, and there was no sign of Freya. Maxwell just assumed that she had fallen asleep- walking out of his room towards hers, he noticed her door was slightly ajar.

“Frey?” Scrutinising the room, his heart sunk as realisation hit him like a ton of bricks.

She’s gone.

*****

Return to New York

Liam shouted for the guard to allow his visitors into his study- turning to face them he was shocked as to why the familiar person was here, and not with Riley.

“Daniel. It’s nice to see you again.” Is he here visiting? Like on a vacation? These questions were soon knocked out of mind as he heard the tiny patter of footsteps enter the room. Libby? Lydia? Lily? Fuck what’s her name again? What’s she doing here?

“I wish I could say the same, your Majesty. I’m sorry to disturb you. Do you know where Riley is? I can’t seem to get in touch with her.”

“I’m not sure of her exact location, but I have an inkling of where that might be. I don’t mean to sound rude, but why is she here? Shouldn’t she be with her father?” Daniel sighed, not knowing how to explain the reason for the impromptu visit. Asking the guard to escort the young girl out- he didn’t want to upset her anymore than she was already.

“Lissy, she lost her father. When Riley ditched him at the wedding- he became drunk, he got into his car.... he had a crash, and didn’t survive. He was upset, humiliated that Riley couldn’t talk to him herself. Lissy has no one, she’s going to go into care if Riley....”

“If Riley what?” Liam interrupted, he had an inkling about what Daniel was going to say- but really hoped that he was incorrect.

*****

We Belong

My dearest Evie, I’m so sorry for all the pain I caused you. I always loved you, I was stupid to let a diamond like you go- all for the sake of nothing. I had hoped in time that you’d forgive me, I killed the man who tried to rape you- the man who you would cry in your sleep about. Stupidly I believed once you knew my true identity that we could get back together. I was part of a troupe, going against the crown- Bianca and Anton had reasons. I didn’t. I was just in it for the money- the money that I would have used to shower you with gifts, to pay for your dream wedding that we imagined. I didn’t mean to stab you, Bianca pushed you into me- id never hurt you again. I still don’t know if you survived or not, no one will inform me. I was an idiot. I can’t live without you knowing that it was always you- if you survived, I hope you find true happiness. Happiness that you deserve. Liam is in danger, Anton goes by a fake name known as Justin. He is Riley’s press secretary. I need you to tell someone, to protect my old friend and his family. I’m so sorry for everything I’ve done. But now I’ve told you this, I have no choice but to end my life. Toby xo

*****

The Greatest Show

“Ri?” Amber questioned, assuming she was hallucinating- seeing her friend stood in front of her. Liam held onto Riley’s waist, looking adorably towards her.

“Surprise!” Riley shouted enthusiastically, waving her hands in the air.

“I’m confused, what the hell are you doing here? Why are you so close together? Liam have you forgotten about Olivia?”

“I’ve no got amnesia, Amber. Olivia has been in a relationship with Leo, behind my back. I’m no angel, as I fell in love with Riley whilst I was supposed to be courting Liv.” Amber was trying to allow this information to sink in, trying to figure out what exactly was going to occur due to the burden being her friend.

“Well I’m happy to see you Ri, lets hope you don’t get stabbed...” Riley’s eyes widened, but Liam laughed knowing exactly what she was referring to- or who.

“I’ll see you both tomorrow? I’ve got one tall, dark, handsome commoner waiting for me...” Making her way out of the room, she quickly turned to the two of them. “Oh Ri, thanks for bringing Jackson- I’ve missed him so much, and he’s missed his Mom like you said on the note.” Before Riley could react, Amber had shot out of the door. But I didn’t bring Jackson.

Exiting the room, Amber couldn’t wait to get back to Drake- mainly to explain the new court gossip to him. Feeling arms go around her waist, she smiled- turning around, that smile soon disappeared in a flash.

“Thought you’d escape me, did you?

*****

Hold on (follow up)

“Brooks....” Feeling like this was a waste of time, Drake decided that the best option was to walk away, as she wasn’t responding. Jackson placed a hand onto his father’s shoulder, suggesting that Drake should leave. Listening to his son’s advise, he left in a swift motion- frustrated that he couldn’t persuade her to come out of her hovel and just talk.

“Aunt Ri?” Jackson said softly as he knocked on the door. Riley knew she was being stubborn whenever a visitor would knock on the door- but for some reason she could never ignore her children, or her friends children.

“Jackson.” Smiling at his auntie, he pulled her in for a hug. “What can I do for you?”

“Have a walk? Or just a little talk with me? We all miss you, and want to help you through it. Dad just wants to grieve with you. You could help each other?”

“You’re only twenty one Jackson, you should be out with your friends- enjoying life. Don’t take a minute for granted. Loving each day as if it’s your last.” Listening to her words, he knew what she was referring to. His heart sunk, the usual poised Queen stood in front of him absolutely broken. “I miss him so much Jackson, and I miss your mom too. Each day that goes by, doesn’t get any easier. I need to be strong for Ayah, Louis and Ellie but truth be told- they are so much stronger than I am.”

[velvetchen]

hello!! me n mr sehun are here to send u love since it’s about time for another one of these! it feels like my time on here has gone so fast (i’ve only really been active for a year) but all of u have made every second of it feel wonderful, so here’s a “small” ff/appreciation post for all the lovely people whom i’ve met and had the honor of interacting with 💕 (under the cut bc this is just a gigantic lovepost)

bold: mutuals 💞: ur a cherished friend and i love you a lot! ✨: we may not have interacted much in the past but i admire you! italics: check the bottom for a special message!  normal: we’re not mutuals but you’re one of my favorite blogs!

ily you all so much!! i hope you’re all doing well and staying healthy and happy! if there was a post limit for the number of times i could say ily to u all id exceed it in less than a minute 

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@k1mjdae ♡ @kaichouchou ♡ @kiddosaints 💞 ♡  @kimlips ♡ @kingzyx ♡ @kjd-l ♡ @kjds ♡ @kjmsbf  ♡ @kkimingyu  ✨ ♡ @kmjxngins 💞 ♡ @kokokysoo ♡ @kookiie-bear ✨ ♡ @kpopfanfictrash ✨ ♡ @kriswu  ♡  @ksoo-l  ♡ @ksoocafe ✨ ♡  @ksooscheeks ♡ @kuntented  ✨♡ @kyungsohs ✨ ♡  @kyungsooslatinagf ✨ ♡ @laypromise ♡ @leejinks ✨ ♡  @lgbtsuho ♡ @lisarastar  ♡ @littlepcy ✨ ♡ @loafsoo ♡ @loeychateau ♡ @loeycults ♡ @loeyflowers ♡ @loeys  ♡ @lovkibum ♡ @lovjeon ♡ @luckyones ♡ @lunarbaek  ♡ @luvchou  ♡  @lyjunggukie ♡ @m1ns1k  ♡ @merlionmen 💞 ♡ @merseok ✨ ♡ @milkrosea ♡ @milky-waee ♡ @minialbum ✨ ♡ @minijongdae ♡ @minseokcharm  ♡ @minseoksfav ♡ @minsoek-l ✨ ♡ @mintdae ♡ @mondaybluesmp3 ♡ @monsterpcy ♡ @moondks ♡ @mooonsherbet  ♡ @mrleejinki  ✨ ♡ @mysterylover  ✨

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♡ special messages: 

1ovesyeol: maki i kno we haven’t talked much but every time i see u on my dash or in my notifications or see you tagged me in something i literally go !!!!!!!!! i get so excited! ur so sweet and one of my favorite people 💞

bloomingdaes: kenzie my fellow hard jd stan i love u i love ur moodboards and ur writing and how much u love nature and ur so talented and so funny skjkjsjks i’m really so glad i know you!! u always put a smile on my face thank u for being so great 💞

jds1andonly: bee i really hope we get the chance to talk more in the future because you’re such a wonderful person n a great person to talk to !! we might not have interacted much recently but i really appreciate your presence in my life 💞

kiddosaints: clarisse you absolute seaweed i don’t know how we’ve put up with each other for this long. thank u for always being awake at 3 am when i want to complain and for sending me memes and being my basic goth bff i love u!! you’ve always understood me even tho we argue about everything but i love how easy our friendship is and i don’t think i’ve ever told you how much i appreciate being able to be ur friend 💞

merlionmen: diksha i love your positivity & how knowledgeable u are about things. i always learn something new every time we talk about something and i really appreciate that!! thank you for your insight and your conversations and your creativity 💞

romantichen: anna, it’s been a while since we talked but i really wanted to say thank you for your kindness and your peaceful presence. i think you’re a very gentle person and you always have something sweet to say! i’m thankful i met you. 💞

sehunsface: jui it feels like i just started messaging you but i’ve never been this comfortable with a friend and i think it’s because ur just one of those people who make everyone feel appreciated. i look forward to talking to you about everything and sending u posts about sehun and making u suffer by making u read my thirst posts every day. thank u for everything!! (and for introducing the cats to me of course). i hope we never grow apart. 💞

taeyyongs: sumaya i know we haven’t been talking for that long but ur one of the most interesting people i’ve ever met, ur funny and sweet and really smart and genuine and i really can’t wait to know you even better. thank u for all your kind words and humor. 💞

whimsical-ness: tara, you’re one of the most talented and beautiful people i know (beautiful inside and out). every time i read ur writing i’m in awe. sometimes i still can’t believe we’re mutuals let alone friends! i cherish every conversations we have. thank you for your stories and being such a wonderful person! 💞

yerimoji: kat i don’t have words for how much i appreciate u and your presence in my life! i still remember all our old conversations and inside jokes i have all our chats saved and i still go through them every now and then. you’re so soft and lovely and i’m so thankful for how you’ve been there for me for so long! ily! 💞

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[secret-captain-swan-blog]

Castle on the Hill

English Literature PhD student Emma Swan just needs money to pay for her last semester of grad school tuition. Killian Jones has always dreamed of opening a bookshop but has never been able to afford it. So when the small principality of Misthaven is looking for their lost princess, the pair decide that this might just be the perfect money making scheme.

A Multi-chapter Modern Day + Lost Princess (think Rapunzel/Anastasia-esque) + Book Lovers in a Coffee Shop AU

Rating: T

Word Count: 80956/ ?

Prologue (Part 1 + 2) // Ch 1 // Ch 2 // Ch 3 // Ch 4 // Ch 5 // Ch 6 // Ch 7 // Ch 8 // Ch 9 // Ch 10 // Ch 11 // Ch 12 // Ch 13 // Ch 14

Read on: Ao3

“Emma, I’ve never seen you like that with a boy before,” Belle announces as Emma enters her hotel room.

Emma tugs off her ankle boots and leaves them at the door. She hangs her coat on the back of the door, before heading over to the two twin beds pushed together in the center of the hotel room.

“Never seen me like what?” Emma asks, flopping onto one of the beds.

Belle sits beside her, giving her an incredulous look.

“I’ve seen you a little bit tipsy taking a guy back after the English Department Christmas party and I’ve seen you kicking him out before breakfast the next morning,” Belle tells her.

Emma takes the giant duvet on the bed and pulls it over her head. She can see where this is going.

“But I’ve never seen you actively in love,” Belle declares. “And I really like it.”

“I’m not in love,” Emma grumbles beneath the duvet.

“In ‘passionate like’ then?” Belle suggests.

“Okay, that was dumb, I’m in love,” Emma admits.

“I can tell,” Belle says.

Emma is starting to suffocate under the duvet, so she pops her head out.

“I don’t know how to do this,” Emma says. “Or if this is even something worth doing.”

“What do you mean ‘something worth doing?’ You’re in love,” Belle urges.

“But that doesn’t mean I need to act on it?” Emma questions. “I’ve been thinking about this a lot.”

“Oh no, not thinking,” Belle remarks. “Never good when it comes to love.”

Emma shoots her a look, “I’ve never been able to see myself in a relationship with anyone, but I can with Killian. Sometimes it feels like we are already there- he’s slept in my bed every night this week. I just kissed him again.”

“Okay, so you are definitely already there,” Belle tells her. “I’m sensing there is a ‘but’ coming up.”

“But,” Emma says, “I’m leaving in less than two months. Neither of us can afford a long-distance relationship. Unless I somehow become Princess of Misthaven, I doubt that we have any future.”

“That’s quite pessimistic,” Belle says.

“No, it’s self-preservation,” Emma shoots. “Having my heart broken isn’t going to help anybody. Killian doesn’t need that either. He gets it. We’ve both had nothing before. We’ve both done what it takes to survive. He understands. This is just another way of doing this.”

“Emma,” Belle says, “That’s exactly why you should do it. When you are going to stop surviving and start living?”

Emma sits up a feeling akin to betrayal rips through her. It’s the kind of privileged shit that classmates have told her her whole life. “If you really believe in your dreams, they’ll come true.” Or “don’t live life on the sidelines.” Stuff that easy to say when you have money and connections. Fortunately, Emma has always known that it was hard work and luck that actually took you places, and she’s positive it’s the only reason she’s made it this long.

“That’s pretty rich for you to say, Belle. You know that I haven’t had the opportunity to. You know what I’ve been through. Life isn’t always a Jane Austen novel or marriage plot. There is reality and it sucks or whatever, but it’s real.”

Belle sighs. “I’m sorry, Emma. I didn’t want to get in an argument with you. I truly didn’t. But just think about it. In six months, you’ll defend your thesis, you’ll get a PhD. And then what?”

“And then I’ll be trying to find a post-doc, trying to find a position somewhere, trying not to end up on the streets. Trying to survive again,” Emma tells her.

“But what if you start looking for positions here?” Belle suggests. “You could start interviewing in Misthaven. Brussels, Bruges, maybe even Lille. You could be close to Killian, close your BFF the Queen of Misthaven.”

“Ugh, don’t mention her,” Emma laments.

“Wait, what happened to you equestrian and opera partner?” Belle asks, miming a Misthaven accent.

“She kept a massive secret from me,” Emma says. “And I’m not really sure if I can forgive her for it. See, this is why it’s better if I just leave.”

“And leave behind the only man you’ve ever loved?” Belle asks.

Emma groans and buries her face in the bed, making some sort of grunting noise that sounds like “blurg.” She props her head up on a fist, looking up at Belle.

“Fine, okay, tell me about your romantic life,” Emma says.

Belle brushes a hand through her hair, leaning back against the headboard.

“Okay, so, do you remember that guy who you swapped apartments with?” Belle prefaces.

Emma thinks back her Skype session months ago with the bio PhD she was swapping with. The guy was drunk at like 4PM in afternoon. She had written him off as a hot mess, but then again, his apartment had been surprising- all white and neat with living houseplants and stuff.

“Yeah,” Emma replies. “Will, right?”

“Exactly,” Belle says. “Will Scarlet.”

“The drunk guy?” Emma asks.

“Well, that’s what I thought at first too,” Her friend babbles. “But then, well, I don’t know. We got to talking. Like, he came home one night really stressed about his research and so we started talking about it. And his research is actually pretty interesting. Then he asked about mine and somehow we ended up spending half the night talking. Then later that week he took me out for a proper date- nice dinner and everything. And then we slept together and that basically sealed the deal. We’ve been dating since September.”

“Belle!” Emma cries. “That’s amazing.”

She scoots over to give her friend a hug.

“I know, I know,” Belle says. “Look at us American girls falling for Misthaven men.”

Emma sighs and sits ups, pulling the duvet around herself.

“Do you see why I feel so strongly about you and Killian?” Belle says. “Will has made me so happy and we’ve been willing to take a risk. Yes, it’ll be long distance once he moves back and yes, we’ll have to find a way to make it work. But that’s love. And if you and Killian are in love, you’ll find a way to make it work too.”

“Ugh, I’ll think about it,” Emma laments. She closes her eyes and lets the duvet fall from her shoulders. “No, I’m serious. I will. I have a few days without Killian and I think that will help me get a perspective over this situation. You are right, Belle. He is the first guy I’ve ever been really in love with. I’ve just never been the kind of person who prioritized that.”

“You were also not the kind of person who manipulates monarchs of foreign countries into thinking you are their daughter,” Belle points out.

“Don’t remind me,” Emma says, flopping back on the bed. “Can we go get dinner now?”

“It’s only like 5pm,” Belle says.

“So? I’m hungry,” Emma whines. “And we both know that it’s going to take you a minimum of a half an hour to get ready no matter where we go.”

“That’s true,” Belle acknowledges. “I’ll go do make-up and you can Google places to eat?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Emma agrees.

“I’m so glad you are here,” Belle tells her, getting up from the bed. “Everything is truly better with your best friend around.”

Emma sits up again, leaning against the headboard. “It absolutely is.”

The next morning Belle has research she needs to do at the Kings College library, so Emma uses the excuse to spend some time playing tourist around London. She shows up for a free walking tour, which takes her wandering around the main sights. She happily snaps away pictures of the landmarks. She was lucky to see the literary side of London yesterday, but today is all about checking off all the touristy boxes: Hyde Park, Big Ben, Westminster Abbey, Buckingham Palace.

When the tour ends in Trafalgar Square, she heads to the National Portrait Gallery, enjoying seeing portraits of some of her favorite writers and characters from history. Afterwards, she stops for a coffee at a cafe across the street from the gallery. She uses it as an opportunity to read more of one of the books that she bought from Daunt Books the day before. The cappuccino has such a silky texture and Emma spends almost an hour reading at the café.

Afterwards, she starts making her way over to Kings. She stops in Covent Garden, wandering through the marketplace and looking at the different street performers. On a whim, she walks into the Box Office for the Royal Opera House and enquires about tickets. The clerk lets her know that there are a few tickets available a ballet tonight. The tickets are nosebleed, but just a few pounds, so she buys them.

Following the map on her phone, she heads down towards Embankment and Somerset House. She realizes she still has a bit of time before she has to meet Belle and it’s getting cold. So she ducks into the Courtauld Gallery. She uses her student ID to get a free ticket and wanders through the paintings. They are all so dreamy and whimsical. As she sits before a painting, she feels the stress of everything drift away. She isn’t trying to figure out if she needs to forgive a monarch. Or declare her love for Killian. She’s just part of this gallery. Maybe Killian was right about her needing a vacation.

But her phone vibrates from a text with a Belle.

Meet me in the café at Somerset House? We can get coffee and talk about the day xo

Emma reluctantly moves from her spot in the gallery to find the café where Belle is.

“How was your big day in London?” Belle asks when Emma arrives in the café.

Belle already has a large cappuccino waiting for her.

“Good,” Emma says, recounting the different places she visited as she crossed the city. She takes out her phone to show Belle the cheesy selfies she took in front of Buckingham Palace and Big Ben.

“That looks like a packed day,” Belle remarks.

“So exhausting. But I got tickets for the ballet tonight, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Ticket for the ballet tonight, hope you don’t mind,” Parrots Belle, in her horrible Misthaven accent. “Sure you’re not already the Princess of Misthaven?”

Emma rolls her eyes, “No, they were cheap and I thought it might be a fun thing to do.”

“But you still went up to a Box Office and asked for a ticket,” Belle teases. “You still thought, ‘Hmm, I wonder if there are any seat available for the ballet tonight.’”

“Shut up,” Emma laughs, ducking her head to take a sip of cappuccino.

“Okay, but has today helped you process what you are going to do about Killian?” Belle asks.

Emma pushes her hair out of her face and shrugs. “I think it’s helped me more to forget about it. I’ve had a lot weighing on me recently and it’s been good to just relax for a moment.”

“That’s good too,” Belle says. “And I bet the ballet will help even more.”

“True,” Emma agrees.

“Speaking of,” Belle remarks, “We should head to the hotel if we want to change and get dinner before the show.”

“Oh my god, calm down and let me finish this cappuccino,” Emma complains.

“What does someone even wear to the ballet?” Belle wonders.

“Just like a dress or a skirt of something,” Emma says. “You are always well dressed anyway; You’ll be fine.”

“That is true,” Belle acknowledges.

Emma takes another sip of her cappuccino.

“Okay, well, I didn’t fly all the way to England to not hear about marriage plots,” Emma teases. “So how did today go? What did you find in the libraries?”

“Oh Emma. Let me tell you,” Belle says, before launching into a summary of the day’s research.

It’s just after seven when Emma and Belle emerge well dressed and fed from the Holborn tube station. It’s just a short walk through the twilight streets till they reach the Royal Opera House. The outside is beautiful, all white columns and complete with a glass dome in another part.

The inside is just as gorgeous, but selfishly Emma doesn’t think it’s as pretty the Misthaven Opera House. There is less open space, it’s more parceled off into little bits here and there.

An usher directs them to a flight of stairs that they take up to their seats. It’s the nose bleeds. It’s actually past the nosebleed, seats that hang over the side of the theater, shoved in a corner. It’s a far cry from box seats at the Misthaven Opera. But if you lean the right way, it makes for a decent enough view.

Emma flips through her program.

“Have you seen this ballet before?” Belle asks.

It’s called Giselle and Emma shakes her head to indicate that she hasn’t.

“Do you know what it is about?” Her friend asks.

“I think something to do with ghosts,” Emma guesses, looking at the tagline, “Ballet’s Greatest Ghost Story.”

“There’s a description of the plot inside this program,” Belle says.

“I try not to read those,” Emma tells her. “I like to be surprised.”

The music in the orchestra begins and the lights lower. Emma gets that rush of anticipation she feels each time a performance at the opera is about to start. The curtain lifts and the show begins.

This one is about a peasant girl who falls in love with a man. But it turns out that man betrayed her and he is actually married to another girl. Giselle goes nuts at the betrayal and kills herself.

Belle and Emma go get ice cream during intermission. There is a rooftop terrace that they eat it on. It’s a little chilly, but they can see the whole city and it feel special.

“See,” Emma says, “This is why you can’t trust men. They say they love you and then they betray you. And what happens to you? You become a crazy, suicidal mess.”

“This is a ballet, not real life,” Belle points out.

“So? Life is all stories,” Emma retorts.

“There is a whole other act,” Belle tells her. “I don’t think it means that men suck and it’s not worth falling in love.”

“I think it does,” Emma says.

As they walk back to their seat, she thinks of Quinn from the group home, in jail for getting involved with the wrong guy. She thinks of Belle, coming back from that date with a black eye. Boys aren’t worth it. They just mess up your life and it takes forever to move on.

She knows that Killian wouldn’t do that. But that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t dump her, or decide that the distance makes things to hard, or maybe make out with a cute girl who comes into the pub one night because Emma is far away and he’s so alone. Killian would never purposely harm her, but that doesn’t mean he can’t hurt her.

In the second act, the dick face guy goes to visit her in her ghost form. Her evil ghost girl gang decide to kill him, unless he can keep dancing all night. But he does, they work together and risk everything and keep dancing and finally say a goodbye.

And Emma’s crying. The sadness of seeing their goodbye, the bittersweet happiness of their reunion. It all washes over her and she feels something.

She feels like she wishes she had someone that loved her that much that they would risk death to just make things right with her. She wishes she had a great romance that defied every obstacle.

Emma knows, she totally knows, as she walks out of the theater, that Killian would give her that. Killian would give her everything.

It’s honestly silly to think about him hurting her, because she’s never met anyone as devoted, as patient, as kind, as Killian Jones. It’s silly to think he would put her in danger because she knows he would do everything for her.

Maybe it’s some weird post-performance afterglow, but Emma wants Killian. If he asked her to “go steady” or “be his girlfriend” or whatever people say these days, if he asked her right now- she would say yes.

“I take back what I said earlier,” Emma says, as they bump around on the Tube, 15 minutes later.

“What?” Belle asks.

“I think I should say yes to Killian,” Emma says. “I think we can do it. I think I can do it.”

“You don’t see him for a day, you’ve got some time to make up your mind,” Belle tells her.

“No, I’m certain now,” Emma says.

“Wait to tell him in person,” Belle says.

“I will,” Emma agrees.

“The next stop is Paddington Station. Please mind the gap between the train and the platform,” the voice announces.

The girls make for the platform, getting lost in the hustle and bustle of the station. All Emma can think of is getting back to the hotel and the free Wi-Fi, because she needs to text Killian and hear about his day. Because it’s just been a day and he’s still the only thing on her mind.

It’s cold when they burst out of the station and they quickly walk the last few blocks to their hotel. Once inside, Emma immediately goes to shower and change into pajamas. She brushes her teeth and pulls her wet hair into a braid, before giving the bathroom to Belle.

Climbing in bed and snuggling under the fluffy duvet, she connects to the Wi-Fi. She immediately switches to the messaging app to text Killian.

How was today? She writes

She waits a minute, impatient as the little dots bounce around the screen, showing that he is typing back.

Good, He replies. I got settled today and talked to the people at social services about the logistics of the adoption, especially since Alice would move to Misthaven with me.

Do you take the test tomorrow? Emma replies.

Yes. God Emma, I can’t wait to find out if she’s mine, He writes back.

Emma smiles to herself. She thinks that Killian will make a great father. She can just see it. Killian taking Alice to the library, reading books together. Killian playing with her in the park. Killian taking her to Mamie’s for a hot chocolate and croissant. She can picture the way the little girl’s face would bloom with happiness with each interaction.

You’ll be great, Emma writes.

She wishes she was with him. She wants to sooth him, rub her thumbs over his temples, through is hair, as his eyes would flutter close. When he was finally serene, she’s press a kiss to the tip of his nose, then his lips. He’d smile at her touch, before returning it.

Thanks, love, he types. I’ve got an early morning, so I’m off to bed. See you soon.

Good night, Killian xo, she writes back.

Smiling to herself, she snuggles down beneath the duvet and lets herself float off to bed.

The next morning Belle is doing to research at the library in the Victoria and Albert Museum. Emma takes it as an excuse to visit. She doesn’t think she’ll like it, but she’s totally pulled in to looking at the gorgeous old dresses and curious old statues. She finds Belle a few hours later in the lovely library. It’s got green-blue walls, bright windows, and dark wood accents. Emma takes a few pictures to post online. She considering starting an Instagram just for libraries as she’s seen so many excellent libraries recently.

Emma sits across from Belle and reads more her newest novel for another hour while Belle finishes up her research. They head downstairs to the tearoom for lunch. It’s gorgeous, with stain glass windows and giant, spherical chandeliers. They get large cappuccinos and salads.

“So how are you going to tell him?” Belle asks.

It pulls Emma out of her dreamy coffee-and-books daze.

“Hmm?”

“How are you going to tell Killian yes?” Belle asks.

“Oh that,” Emma replies.

She’s made up her mind. She knows that. She can’t go back and forth. She’s decided on Killian once and for all.

But that doesn’t mean she knows how to tell him.

“I don’t know, maybe just like tell him when we get home,” Emma says.

She can imagine them in bed together waking up and then she’ll just turn over in bed, kiss him, and say, “I’ve decided yes. If that’s okay with you.”

“That’s not bad,” Belle says.

“Why do you, Master of Marriage Plots, have any ideas?” Emma asks.

Belle stirs her cappuccino and bites her lip.

“Consider this, he’s getting off the train from finding out he’s going to be a father. And there she is, the other girl of his dream (you know, not his daughter), waiting on the platform for him and she just goes up and throws her arms around him and kisses and then declares her love for him,” Belle spills.

Emma rolls her eyes, “That’s so cheesy. You should really write, like, romance novels or something.”

“Okay, but is that not a decent idea for telling him that you are now an officially dating couple?” Belle poses.

“I suppose it is decent, but probably with less flinging,” Emma says. “I don’t really do that dramatic running and throwing thing.”

“Fair,” Belle says, “But tell him as soon as you can. So you won’t back out.”

“I won’t back out,” Emma protests.

Belle gives her a look.

“Okay, I could,” Emma acknowledges. “But I won’t.”

They both turn to their salads for a moment, chewing and silent.

Emma feels a bit of warmth in her heart knowing that she and Killian will be an actual thing. It’s like a happy little secret sitting in her heart.

“So, this is our last night together in London,” Belle says. “We should do something special.”

“I agree,” Emma says.

“I’ve got more research to do this afternoon,” Belle says. “So I’m putting you in charge of deciding something splendid to do.”

Emma gives a mock salute, “Aye aye.”

She spends the afternoon hopelessly wandering through Kensington trying to think up something that would be an adequate ending to her mini-vacation with Belle. She ends up back in the hotel googling ideas before deciding on a wine bar in the Shard.

It’s the perfect choice. The city sparkles below them as they sip wine and eat dessert. Though it’s insanely expensive for their graduate student stipends, the memories are worth it.

“I’m glad we did this,” Belle says.

“Me too,” Emma says, looking out at the Thames below them. “Honestly Belle, I’m always grateful for your friendship. This has been like a little oasis, given everything that’s been going on recently. It’s good to know that a life exists outside of my thesis and the queen and Misthaven.”

“Let me always be your oasis,” Belle says. “This was good for me too. I’m glad you know about Will now. And I’m glad I’ve met Killian.”

Emma smiles, sipping red wine, “I am too.”

“And I’m glad you are actually falling in love with someone,” Belle says, nudging her. “Emma Swan, I thought you never would. I didn’t know if you could. But I’m glad you’ve opened your heart. Everything is going to change because of it.”

“Honestly, I think we should call the sap police,” Emma groans. “I don’t think everything is going to change. But I’m happy too.”

That night Emma climbs into bed a bit too tired from the wine to text Killian. But she falls asleep thinking of him and what his lips will feel like on hers when he tells her the news about Alice and when she tells him the news about her heart.

It’s the next morning when Emma heads to the train station to meet him. She’s got her bags so they can head right to the airport from there.

Paddington Station is bustling with people. Emma feels a tingle of nerves in heart, but excitement too. She’s finally decided on her feelings. She’s going to have a boyfriend. Killian is going to be her boyfriend.

She’s nervous. She’s jubilant.

And she’s ready.

She’s finally, finally ready to let someone in.

She’s waiting at the gate for where his train comes in. She watches the different passengers coming off. There is a family with three kids. A business man in a suit. A couple looking like they’re off on a holiday.

And then he’s there, right before her.

His head is ducked and she just takes in his dark hair. He’s in a grey wool coat and her heart does a little swoop. She can’t wait for his blue eyes to meet hers.

But then they do and everything breaks.

She’s never seen him look so broken. Even from a few steps away, she can tell they are red-rimmed. He’s been crying.

Oh.

Tagging some pals: @sambethe @lenfaz @pocket-anon @the-corsair-and-her-quill@kmomof4@kiwistreetswan@princesseslikepirates @timeless-love-story@shady-swan-jones@katie-dub@1handedpiratewithadrinkingprob@midnightswans @hollyethecurious @hookswan25 @princesse-swan @captainpoe @onceuponaprincessworld

[richie-rich-tozier]

all i got -- richie tozier x oc (pt1)

pairing: richie tozier x oc

warnings: swearing, smoking, domestic abuse, mentions of sexual things??

word count: 2238 (pretty long tbh but that’s just how i write i guess)

summary: CJ and her family moved from Phoenix to Maine, taking their belongings and secrets with them. CJ has little hope for the change until a certain Trashmouth introduces some potential.

a/n: basically, this is my first post-a-ma-jig of, like, actual content. i wrote this before i started this account which is why it’s the protagonist is an OC. if people don’t like that, i can rewrite this to make it  an x reader and write x readers in the future.

hope this doesn’t suck! xo

The clouds seemed to get darker and denser as I got closer and closer to what would soon be her new home. Derry, Maine was, from what she researched, a place quite unlike her hometown of Phoenix, Arizona. She was, unwillingly, trading crystal clear blue skies, golden sunshine, and closest friends for grey cloud-ridden skies, cold rain, and a bunch of small-town strangers.

The day she found out she was moving was a day she hated for more reasons than one. The first reason being, of course, that she had received the dreadful news that she was leaving Arizona. The second reason being that she told her boyfriend of a year that she didn’t love him. The third reason being she slept with Josh Herrin.

She also turned seventeen.

As she drove past a sign that announced her family had arrived in Derry, she tried her hardest to push these thoughts from her mind. She turned up the volume on her Walkman, she took in the town of Derry and what little it had to offer; not much. Pulling up at the traffic lights by a large statue of Paul Bunyan, she felt a light touch on her knee and looked from her window to see her mother with a small smile on her face.

“So, this is our new home, well, the surrounding area,” she grinned hopefully once I had removed my headphones. “What do you think?” I watched as her eyes flitted in the direction of my father and back again rapidly.

I chose my words carefully. “It’s nice,” I replied with as much enthusiasm as I could muster.

“Good, good...” my mother mumbled as she turned to sit properly in her seat once again. My father placed a hand on my mother’s thigh and she flinched. He didn’t stir, and she rested a feeble shaky hand on top of his. I resisted the urge to audibly wince.

The drive continued in silence as I decided to turn off my Walkman. We soon pulled up to a pale coloured home that looked too perfect to live in. It was eerily perfect against the dreary backdrop. As soon as my father stopped the car, my mother jumped out of the car and rushed to the door to unlock it, then hurried back to the trunk of the car before hastily grabbing a few bags and hustling it inside. I sighed before making my way outside of the vehicle.

“Hurry up, slow poke,” my father growled low as he walked past me. Shivers rolled my spine and I did as instructed, copying my mother.

I was sent upstairs after retrieving all the boxes from the trailer we had rented. I was instructed to unpack my room and the bathroom. I was relieved at the chance to escape my father’s eyes and rushed upstairs. I hadn’t taken much with me; partly because I wasn’t brought up to be the sentimental type and partly because I wasn’t allowed to. If I could’ve, I would’ve brought the Arizonan horizon with me. Instead, I brought a few photographs, a bed set, most of my clothes, my Walkman, my tapes and records, a record player, a boombox, and my makeup. I unpacked all of this fairly quickly, only taking two hours, and then set to work on the bathroom.

I had left the door open as I did so and could hear some commotion from downstairs as I unpacked the toiletries. It began with the shattering of a dish.

I heard my mother let out a shriek followed by the thundering of footsteps across the ground floor, a banging of cupboard doors, another shriek from mother and the sound of skin aggressively hitting skin.

“Now why would you do that?” I could hear my father spit. I snuck to the stairs and peered into the kitchen where I could see my mother cowered on the floor whilst my father hovered above her, a hand in her dark brown hair. She didn’t respond, she just whimpered and shook. “I said why!” he yelled.

My mother shakily sobbed. My father violently threw her head away from him, hitting her skull against the cabinet. He stomped towards the front door and I scurried up the stairs as he put on his boots and jacket.

“When I come back, this place better be unpacked and a cold beer waiting for me!” he announced before heading out the front door. I heard my mother’s sobs get louder as they escaped her fragile body. I was selfish and decided to save my self instead of helping her, fearful that my father may see me. I returned to unpacking the bathroom.

Once I had finished that, I returned to my room and sat down on my bed, staring out of the window. I could see the setting Derry sun and realised that it would be a long while until my father returned home. Mother’s crying had either stopped or quietened to a volume that CJ couldn’t hear. She proceeded to pull on her Chucks, throw her fake ID in her pocket with a handful of cash before going to find her mother downstairs. Tiffany Elizabeth Burlow was sitting at the dining room table, a glass of cloudy water in her pale hands, her posture impeccable and her expression unreadable. All CJ could read into her mother’s expression was that she would be passing out soon.

“Can I go to the pharmacy? I forgot to bring a toothbrush with me and I don’t want bad breath,” I nervously laughed.

My mother slowly moved her hazel eyes to my person, her expression dead and her dark circles aching. “Of course, sweetie, be safe,” she hummed, her lips twitching to a smile like a tick before returning to nothingness, her eyes settling on her drink.

I grabbed the keys to my mother’s car that had been waiting here for our arrival. Hopping into it, I took a deep breath before turning the keys in the admission and heading in the general direction of town, to where I recalled seeing the pharmacy earlier. It was a quiet drive with no traffic and little to see. Most residents seemed to be hidden away in their homes or elsewhere whilst a few kids and teenagers strolled between the diner and the movie theatre. I pulled up outside the pharmacy and headed inside to find it completely empty other than the cashier and myself.

I stood in the entrance for a moment meeting eyes with the boy behind the counter, clearing my throat before searching for a toothbrush, not that I had actually forgotten mine, but I needed the evidence that I had left the house to retrieve one. I also grabbed a packet of smokes when I was at the counter. The boy looked between me and the packet of Marlboro with and unconvinced expression. He priced up the toothbrush and then stopped.

“ID?” he asked, a small and outstretched towards me. The boy was just shorter than me with dark hair and a polo shirt. He didn’t seem very intimidating and so I felt confident. I pulled out my fake ID, batting my eyelashes at the boy who blushed lightly at the slight contact of my fingertips and his. He scanned the plastic, looking back up at me every now and then. “I’m sorry but—”

The boy was cut off as the doors of the pharmacy opened and another guy came strolling in, dark curly hair a mess around his pale and freckled face. I instantly spotted a purple mark on his neck and that he looked very dishevelled. “Eds!” the boy greeted loudly as he walked in, slightly out of breath.

“I told you not to call me that,” the boy at the counter sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Look, I’m not here to chit-chat, Eddie,” he said dismissively to the boy I now knew as Eddie. “I’m here on a mission.”

“A mission?” Eddie repeated.

“Condoms,” Richie stated. “Eds, I need condoms.”

Eddie sighed again. “Aisle 2,” was all he said before pricing up my cigarettes and handing them back to me. I shot him a small smile before reaching in my pocket for the cash.

The other customer, supposedly Eddie’s friend, approached the counter then, throwing a box of twelve condoms down with some money on top.

“No need to worry, doll. I got it,” he grinned as he leant against the counter beside me. He was rather close, too close.

I placed a finger on his chest and pushed him away lightly, taking my things and walking towards the doors. “Gee, thanks,” I mumbled sarcastically, loud enough for the tow boys to hear. Eddie sniggered, and the guy hit him on the chest.

I pulled a cigarette from the packet as soon as I exited the pharmacy, placing the butt between my lips and sparking it up. The smoke filled my lungs before I forced it out again. I leant against a brick wall just outside as I enjoyed my smoke. Soon enough, my time was disturbed.

“Forget something, Amanda Gould?” a voice asked from my right. I turned in the direction of the sound to see the tall and curly haired boy from before reading my fake ID as he approached me. He looked up when I didn’t reply and focused his chocolate brown eyes on my own. I noticed that he was very attractive, but he didn’t seem trustworthy.

“My name isn’t Amanda,” I replied once he was close enough for me to snatch the plastic away from him. I placed it in my pocket before taking another pull of my cigarette.

“I think Hot Stuff suits you better, anyways,” he joked, standing further away than he had inside the pharmacy. I didn’t react to his comment and looked away from him, disinterested. “This is the part where you laugh and tell me your actual name, sweetheart.”

“Oh really?” I said in a bored tone.

“I mean that’s usually how it goes.” Again, he was met with silence. “Well, if that’s how you’re gonna be, I’ve got better things to be doing.” The boy headed past me and slid into the driver’s seat of a car, a girl in the passenger seat giggling like a bimbo as the tow sped off. I scoffed, stomped out my cigarette, and headed towards my mother’s car.

Once I arrived home, I wasn’t surprised that my father’s car still hadn’t returned. What did surprise me was the car parked on the other side of the street. It was the car that belonged to the curl haired boy who needed condoms. I rolled my eyes at the sight, noticing that it was the only car at the residence and that the only light that was on was one on the second floor.

Inside my new home was quiet when I entered. I walked slowly around the downstairs to find it empty and walked upstairs to find my mother passed out on her bed. I sighed a quiet sigh before heading in to my room, getting washed and changed, and then crawling into bed having nothing else to do.

I was awoken by the slamming of the front door.

“Tiffany!” father bellowed, speech slurred. I soon heard my mother running from her bedroom down the stairs, then I heard some crashing. “You stupid bitch! You fell down the stairs!”

“I’ll get you a beer,” I heard her say, tears in her throat.

“You should’ve been waiting with one.”

I kept my eyes clenched tight together as I tried desperately to fall back to sleep.

“Here you go, John,” mother mumbled.

A moment of silence passed. “This is warm.” More silence, the sound of heavy footsteps moving slowly and clumsily against hardwood floors. “Was it not in the refrigerator?”

“I-I-I—” was all I heard my mother stutter before I heard my fathers hand connect to my mother skin.

“Stupid fucking bitch!” he yelled. I heard tin rattle against the floor. “CJ!”

My heart dropped and my pulse raced as I shot out of bed and sprinted to my father wordlessly. I stood on front of him with my head low. It seemed that he had thrown the can at my mother who was cowering against the wall, covered in beer with a handprint on her cheek and a bruise developing on her forehead.

I made the mistake of glancing up at my father. He snarled before pushing me hard against the front door, my face forced against the wood, Tears were flowing freely from my eyes as I supressed the sobs threatening to erupt from my throat.

“God forbid you turn out anything like your mother,” he spat lowly in my face. I could make out my mother quietly muttering to herself in the corner as she traced droplets of alcohol that ran down the wall, her fingers trembling, her body raked with tremors.

My father grabbed my cheeks in he meaty hand and turned my face towards him. Using his free hand, he brushed a dark strand of hair from my face and let the back of his fingers brush against my neck. I shivered against his touch and he smiled a small and terrifying smile before throwing me to the floor, my head smacking the floor causing me to pass out on the floor of the entryway to our brand-new home sweet home.

[stayiny0urmagic]

Be There

A/N: Guys I did a thing. FINALLY. Thank you to @sophandjess77​ & @ashnic095​ for your motivation/inspo, I literally could not have done this without it. 

As for this fic... not rly sure what it is. Not the proudest of it. But I missed writing Linstead so much, and I don’t have it in me to write fluff anymore (at this time anyway), so this happened. It’s technically post 5x07, but I haven’t watched a single minute of S5, so it could be a litttttle off. But it’s wishful thinking. So I hope you all enjoy, and please leave some feedback! 

Hope you’re all having a great weekend, and happy Thanksgiving if I don’t talk to y’all before the holiday :) xo 

Erin sighed loudly as she rolled over in bed for what felt like the millionth time.  She was bone tired and after finally wrapping up what was arguably her hardest case since moving to New York, but for some reason, her body just would not fall asleep. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was very, very wrong but she didn’t possibly know what it could be. Erin combed over the minimal free time she’d had over the past few days in her mind again, blocking out the majority of her thoughts about the sickening pedophilia ring she’d just busted with the FBI, to try and figure out the cause of the growing pit in her stomach. She’d been stressing about the fact that Thanksgiving was in three days and for the first time in her life, she’d be spending the holiday alone. She still hadn’t gotten close enough with any of her coworkers in the city to be invited to their family celebrations, Liv and Noah were traveling to Connecticut to meet some family, she didn’t have any other friends in New York, and she hadn’t heard from Olive about her plans with Daniel, nor had Hank contacted her with an invite to come home for the long weekend.

Home. Erin sighed again at the thought of that word. She missed Chicago, and Hank, and Intelligence, and her team. Her friends. Jay. She really fucking missed Jay, not that she let herself think about it much. As soon as his name entered her brain, she blindly reached for her cellphone off of her nightstand to distract herself with something else. Anything else. She hit the home button and her breath caught in her throat when her phone lit up and she saw the date. The sinking feeling in her stomach suddenly made sense. Monday, November 20. The clock had recently struck midnight, and it was now exactly six months since the last day she saw Jay Halstead. One hundred eighty days since she looked into those blue eyes made her heart stop. Four thousand three hundred and twenty hours since she’d heard his laugh, the sound that always was, and always would be, her favorite. Over two hundred and fifty thousand minutes since she’d heard his voice. Over one million seconds since his name had popped up on her phone screen that night. That fucking night, that she regrets more than anything in this entire world.

As if on cue, her phone began to vibrate in her hand, and Erin’s heart just about stopped. She didn’t know who was calling her past midnight, but she knew it wasn’t good. Taking a deep breath, she glanced back down at the caller ID.

Hailey Upton, her screen flashed. What the fuck.

Erin’s hand was so shaky that it took her a few rings to finally slide to unlock her phone, and when she finally brought the device to her ear she wasn’t sure her vocal cords were going to work.

“Hello?” She whispered shakily. “Upton?”

“Erin,” Hailey breathed a sigh of relief into the phone. “Thank god you answered.”

“Upton, what the fuck is wrong?” Erin snapped, already out of bed and pacing around her dark room.

“It’s Jay,” her replacement said quickly. “I don’t know what to do. I didn’t know who to call,”

“What about Jay? Did he get shot? Is he-?” Erin’s voice cracked as she said her ex-partner’s name, her mind already fearing the worst. He could not be dead. She would never forgive herself. She didn’t even say goodbye.

“No! God, no, Erin,” Upton said quickly, realizing she had to get on with it. “He’s fine. Physically anyway. Mentally… Erin, I don’t know what to do,” she repeated.

“What happened? And what am I supposed to do about it?” Erin felt a wave of relief knowing Jay was still breathing, but was currently feeling every emotion possible. Guilt and regret, though – those were the strongest.

“Do you know anything about what’s gone on here in the past month?” Hailey said weakly. “It’s been one thing after another. He can’t catch a break. He’s mourning you. He’s mourning our cases. He was just undercover, Erin, and I’m honestly shocked he came out alive. I’ve never seen anyone as broken as I saw him tonight. I don’t even know where, or how, to begin to explain, but I’m so afraid for him. I think tonight was the just beginning of a really awful spiral,” Jay’s new partner’s voice broke midway through her explanation, and that’s all Erin needed to hear for the tears that she’d been holding back to flow freely.

“I…” Erin hiccupped. “I had no idea. I haven’t talked to Hank in months, and every damn night all I want to do is pick up the phone and call Jay, but I can’t bring myself to do it. Maybe if I had-“

“Erin,” Hailey’s voice was stronger now. “Now is not the time to think about what-ifs. Please tell me what to do. How to get through to him. I asked everyone on the team tonight what the hell I should be doing right now, and not only does no one know, but every single person told me to get in touch with you. Even Voight.”

Erin began crying even harder. “He’s,” she stopped to catch her breath. “He’s at the dive bar on the corner of Michigan and Hubbard right now. I promise. Please go to him, Upton, he can’t be alone right now,” she begged.

“How do you know?” Hailey asked, and Erin could hear her already speed-walking.

“I just do,” Erin choked out. “Please just get him somewhere safe for the night,”

“I’m on my way,” Upton promised. “But this isn’t going to magically be better overnight, Erin! What do I do in the morning, when he wakes up hungover – if he can even fall asleep - and crying over the 8-year-old girl he killed, or his nightmares that came back again, or everything that happened when he was just undercover? I don’t know what to do. I haven’t known what to do for months, Erin. Everyone keeps saying that this wouldn’t be happening if you were here. Do you know what a shitty partner that makes me feel like? That every damn day I see my partner struggling to keep his head above water and I can’t even offer him a damn life jacket, but every time I turn my head it seems like someone is talking about what you would do! How you handled him so easily!”

Erin was inconsolable at this point as she dug through her closet to find her suitcase. “I don’t even know what to say right now, Hailey. Please just get him home safe. Don’t let him be alone tonight, and I’ll be in Chicago in the morning.”

“W-what?” Hailey gasped. “You’re coming to Chicago?”

“If Jay needs me, yes. I couldn’t even begin to explain to you how to get through to him. I don’t even know if I know how anymore, or if I’ll be able to figure it out. But what I do know,” Erin sniffled again before finally finding her voice, “is that I love him. I never stopped loving him, and at this point I don’t think I’m ever going to stop. And he’s been there for me and saved me from more downward spirals than I can count, and it’s my turn. He might not even want to see me when I get there, and it very well might be up to you to pull him out of this. But damn it, Hailey, I will never forgive myself if I don’t come home and try to help him right now,”

“Okay,” Upton nodded as if Erin could see her. “Okay. I just got to the bar so… I’m going to pray to God he’s inside.”

“Please keep me updated,” Erin said softly as she threw random clothes into her bag.

“Of course,” Hailey took a deep breath. “Thank you, Erin. Have a safe flight.”

“Thank you for calling me. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” Erin sighed as she brought the phone down from her ear and threw it into the middle of her bed, using her free hands to zip up her suitcase.

She threw on a pair of leggings and the first hoodie she could find, which of course happened to be one of Jay’s that she’d stolen months ago, back when everything was okay, and hadn’t been able to leave Chicago without. She glanced in the mirror, noting her puffy eyes and extreme bedhead, but couldn’t bring herself to fix either in her rush to get to the airport. Erin picked up her suitcase and phone off of her bed, slipped a pair of running sneakers onto her feet, then ran out of her bedroom and into the kitchen where grabbed her purse and keys off of her counter before running out the door. Even though it was now nearing 1 am, New York really was the city that never sleeps, and luckily there was a taxi right outside of Erin’s building.

“LaGuardia,” Erin ordered the second she opened the door, throwing her suitcase and purse onto the seat before sliding into the car.

The driver nodded and drove off as Erin felt her phone vibrate in her sweatshirt pocket.

Got him. Driving him back to my place now.

Tears trickled down Erin’s cheeks as she read Hailey’s message. Tears of relief, that he was safe. Tears of guilt, for contributing to the circumstances that landed him in that shitty bar in the first place. Tears of fear, for whatever the fuck was going to happen when she got to Chicago.

Despite the city’s livelihood, there was minimal traffic at this hour and Erin’s cab pulled into the drop off lane at LaGaurdia Airport 25 minutes later. “Thank you,” she mumbled, throwing a wad of cash into the driver’s hand before nearly sprinting out of the car and through the airport doors.

“Hi,” Erin paused to catch her breath as she approached the desk agent. “I need the first available ticket to O’Hare.”

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

Six and a half hours later, Erin Lindsay was back in Chicago. She impatiently sat at the gate at O’Hare waiting for the pilot to let them off the plane, she realized that she should probably let her boss know that she wasn’t going to be in work today. Or any day until after Thanksgiving, for that matter. She knew that there was a 98% chance Jay was going to slam the door in her face the second he saw her, but she’d be damned if she gave up on him this time around.

She typed out a short message to her new boss telling him she had a family emergency in Chicago and had to fly into the city immediately. Professionalism be damned, she thought. At this moment in time, being fired was the least of her worries. She actually only had one worry right now. Only one thing mattered. One person.

The plane finally began to unload and Erin grabbed her suitcase and purse from the overhead compartment, thankful she didn’t have to waste any time waiting at baggage claim. She ordered an Uber to Upton’s apartment the second she was off the plane, tears filling her eyes at the familiarity of the airport she was walking through. Despite her nostalgia, she nearly sprinted through the building. The second she got into the car, she clicked on Upton’s contact and brought her phone to her ear.

“Hey,” Hailey answered quietly. “I just dropped him home,”

Erin was surprised that Jay had been up and moving that early, but also thankful that his new partner wouldn’t be around to witness her homecoming. “Where is ‘home’?” Erin’s heart broke as she had to ask that question.

“Oh, um… your old place,” Upton said quietly.

Tears filled Erin’s eyes at Upton’s admission. “Hold on,” she choked out, before bringing the phone away from her ear and leaning up to the driver’s seat. “Can you change the destination?” The older man nodded, and Erin gave him her old address.

“Thanks,” Erin replaced the phone near her mouth. “And I mean for everything, Hailey. I’m really glad he’s had you these past few months,”

“I don’t think I was much help, I mean-“

“No, Hailey. I promise you were. Thank you,” Erin hung up the phone quickly as tears cascaded down her face once again. She looked out the window, and the familiar buildings whizzing by did nothing to calm her waterworks.

After what felt like forever, Erin’s Uber arrived in front of her old apartment. Even though it had been the longest car ride of her life, she had absolutely no idea what she was going to say. Or how Jay was even going to react to seeing her face. He might not even give her a chance to say a word.

“Thank you,” Erin rasped to the driver as she collected her bags and made her way into the building she thought she’d never step foot into again. Muscle memory led her up two flights of stairs, and before she knew it she was standing in front of door 310.

She took a deep breath before lifting her free hand and knocking gently on the white door.

“Upton, Will, whoever the fuck you are, leave me alone!” her ex-partner’s broken rang out, and if Erin’s heart wasn’t already shattered, it was now. She knocked again, not trusting her voice.

“I swear-“ Jay’s voice got louder and Erin held her breath as she saw the door handle moving.

A second later, door was open and the two ex-partners were standing face to face for the first time in six months. Time froze as Erin took in Jay’s pale face, puffy eyes, and thinning body. Without even thinking, she pushed her way into the apartment and dropped her bags into the middle of the floor and immediately threw her hands around Jay’s neck, engulfing him in a hug. He didn’t fight it, and within seconds Erin felt his hot tears on her neck.

“Hey,” she whispered, her own voice nearly lost in her own tears. She brought one hand up to the nape of his neck, while the other hand began to rub up and down his back. “It’s okay.”

It was silent for a long time, aside for both of their cries. At some point, Jay’s arms encased her, and Erin wasn’t sure how long she stood there rubbing his back as his tears soaked her shirt, but she never wanted it to end. He was so vulnerable in this moment and Erin felt like she was actually able to protect him from the world, and it was all she wanted to do. She knew the second he pulled away, he might very well scream and punch a wall and kick her out.

Eventually the tears stopped, and Erin knew that words were finally coming. She pressed a kiss to Jay’s cheek before pulling back to meet his eyes again. She stayed silent, willing him to speak first and lead where this conversation was going to go.

She expected anger, and yelling, and blame. She was ready for screams and banging and everything that she deserved. She didn’t get that, and her heart almost stopped when she heard his first words.

“I needed you,” he whispered hoarsely, causing a new batch of tears to spill out of her eyes. “I needed you so bad, Erin, and you weren’t there.”

“I am so sorry,” she choked out. “I am so, so sorry. What happened?”

“Everything,” Jay said weakly. Realizing they were still standing near the doorway, he turned to walk to the couch, willing Erin to follow, and she did.

Sitting down on the couch next to him, Erin took a deep breath and wiped her eyes “Talk to me,” she said gently.

Jay sighed. He’d imagined this moment; he’d pictured her coming back to Chicago so many times. Every time he thought about it, he imagined it going differently. Sometimes he yelled at her. He told her how fucked up it was that she left without so much as a goodbye, and he told her about his mother’s ring, and that all she ever did was run from her problems. Sometimes he was just so damn happy to see her face again. He told her how much he missed her, and how much he still loved her, and how everything was so damn wrong without her. Sometimes he was relieved. Sometimes he was terrified. And this time? Now that it was actually happening? His mind was racing. He was pissed, that she just showed up here and barged back in and thought she had the right to know what was going on in his life. He was thankful to see her face and be in her embrace and feel like for the first time in over six months, something was going right. He was confused about how she got here and how she knew he needed her.

“You left,” he whispered.

Erin nodded. “It’s the biggest regret of my life,”

“Why did you leave, Erin? I was trying to get better for you, and I was going to come home. I was trying so hard. I know I should have told you about Abby and the nightmares and-“

“Jay,” Erin said, her voice firmer than it had been all morning. “Do not put this on you. I did not leave because of you. You were the only thing keeping me here. I was in love with you, Jay. I still am in love with you, and leaving was the biggest mistake of my life. I…I put my mom before myself, again, and look where it got me. There’s your answer. I left to help Bunny. Hank made a deal with the FBI. I work for them in New York, they let her go. None of it was your fault, you have to believe that,”

“Er,” Jay’s head began to spin at the new information, but Erin interrupted him before he could speak again.

“No more about me. At least not right now. Please tell me what’s wrong, Jay,” Against her better judgment, Erin moved closer on the couch and placed a hand on his arm.

“Everything,” he repeated. “I shot a little girl, Erin. I killed an innocent, eight year old child. And it just brought me right fucking back there. And now I’m stuck there. I can’t close my fucking eyes anymore. I thought it was bad when Abby came back? That was nothing compared to this. And even though I didn’t show it, I knew that I had you to turn to if I needed to. But now? I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t know if I can do it anymore. I don’t want to do it anymore.”

“I’m so sorry,” Erin repeated for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. Her thoughts flashed back to the boy she’d shot months ago, and how his face haunted her dreams for weeks. Jay had been the only thing that got her through that, and she wasn’t there to do the same for him. “You’re not there. You are here, and you are doing so much good for so many people. You keep this city safe and you save so many lives daily, Jay. There are so many people who are so thankful for you, and so proud of you.”

“It doesn’t feel that way,” Jay shook his head. “If I didn’t do this, that girl would still be alive. Her mom would get to see her fall in love, and go to prom, and graduate high school,”

“Hey,” Erin squeezed his arm. “You can’t think like that. If you weren’t here, how many criminals would still be out there? How many innocent people would have died at the hands of the awful people you’ve taken off the streets?”

“I don’t know what to do anymore, Er,” Jay made eye contact with her for the first time since their serious talk had begun.

“When’s the last time you slept?” Erin asked, getting the idea that he was done talking. She had never seen eyes so bloodshot, or bags as big as the ones under Jay’s eyes.

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly.

“Come on,” she said softly, standing up and reaching for Jay’s hand. She led him through the familiar apartment with ease, pretending not to notice how everything was so different, but also the same as it was six months ago. They entered the bedroom and Erin wasn’t surprised to see the bed neatly made, despite everything. “Lay down,” she instructed.

Jay obliged, pulling the covers back and getting in on the left side of the bed, the side that had always been his side. Erin followed him to the side, pulling the blanket back up over him and leaning down to press her lips to his forehead, even though she knew she shouldn’t. As she turned to walk out of the room, he reached out and grabbed her wrist.

“Stay in here. Please,” Jay wasn’t above begging. He still didn’t know what his emotions towards Erin were at this moment, but he knew that he had never slept as well as he did with that girl beside him.

Erin nodded immediately, walking around to the other side of the bed and slipping her sneakers off before crawling under the covers. Like a magnet, her body curled into Jay’s as his head fell into the crook of her neck and she began her ministrations on his back again.

“Go to sleep,” she murmured into his ear. “I got you,”

At the sound of her saying those three words he never thought he’d hear again, Jay drifted off to his first dreamless sleep in as long as he could remember. For the first time in over six months, he knew Erin Lindsay would be there when he woke up. He didn’t know what would happen after that, but he knew she would be there. And that was enough for now.

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Agilenano - News: Joannas Garage Makeover

I need to confess something. And just to warn you, Im feeling slightly nervous about it. But. Here. We. Go

Since moving into our house a few years ago, I couldnt have cared less about organizing my garage. I know, RIGHT?! Its shocking to believe that someone who started an organizing company would ever do such a thing, yet its true.

Am I going to show you photos? ABSOLUTELY NOT. Id rather board a non-stop flight from LA to JFK without my purse snacks than ever show you one single photoand thats how you know Im serious.

But I will show you photos of my new and improved garage! I knew I had to get things in order as soon as I began feeling noticeable anxiety just by looking at it. (Life is stressful enough. Being able to feel at ease in your home is one of the many benefits that come with organizing!)

Designing an Elfa system from The Container Store was an obvious choice. So was the grey finish with decor fronts I chose to elevate the space. I was able to customize every shelf, drawer, and wall mount to my needswhich are very specific. Since most of my categories are large and need to be sealed, the open shelving is adjustable and measured to fit Weathertight Totes.

Unlike Clea, who would rather give up champagne for sparkling wine than to ever save a receipt, I love to keep and file my papers. You know, just in case! Since I dont need constant access to my old files, they are stored on the top shelves and labeled by year.

The utility-related items are labeled and stored on the bottom since we access them more frequently.

Not surprisingly, we barely access the tools but that didnt stop me from adding a utility board. When you see a rainbow moment, you take it.

I didnt want to see inside the mesh drawer units, which is why I added grey decor fronts to them.

The smaller hardware items live here, grouped by type in THE Bin Organizers (aka Baby Bins as I like to call them).

Next to the shelving unit, I added a track with utility hooks for broom storage. That way they wont fall over or end up wedged and inaccessible in a corner.

All of the kids bikes, helmets, and various outside play items are also mounted on tracks with hooks, but on the opposite wall. The more you take advantage of vertical space in a garage, the better.

And for those of you who are still reading thisheres your prize!!! The Container Stores 30% Elfa Sale is going on now through 2/25, with an additional 30% off installation! Whether its your garage, a kids playroom, or anywhere in between, an Elfa system is the perfect solution for customizing your space.

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xo,joanna

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HOLLYYYY SHIT. ok. alright. let me tell you a story. i dont want to be emo but ive been emo as late and like...this is just gonna be emo. if you dont feel like sitting through it, here is a summary: i cannot believe this is happening and happening so quickly. you are all the most amazing people, the kindest people, and im doing something special like...right after i post this so just sit tight. sip your coffee. eat some fudge if you have it - you deserve it!

if you want to sit through emo story time, HERE WE GO!

alright so. ive said this before in a lot of different ways, but some new kids (hi, hello, there are a lot of you now! how did i trick all of you into sticking around??) might not know it. ive been writing fanfiction for the better part of a decade. it started as a random thing to do, actually it started as a gift for one of my bffs in the muse fandom. it was just random dream i had that i wrote out for her birthday and she loved it. eventually i decided to post it and then it all snowballed in the best possible way.

i spent a good...like...6 years writing mainly for muse and loving every second of the community, the people, the creative flexibility. it was such a therapy and a stress relief. i had emotional breakdowns. i had mental breakdowns. i went through an undergrad degree, a masters degree, two moves, life in a different country, multiple relationships and the collapse of those relationships in that fandom, plus the others i wrote for. it was a support group really. my stories were all my feelings fleshed out on a page. and nearly all of those people are actual IRL friends now. it gave me so much.

UNTIL ONE DAY i just couldnt anymore. i had no motivation. i was depressed. i felt like id suffered too much loss for various different reasons; id suffered some pretty monumentally stressful things and came out the other side a totally different person. i felt creatively dead. i lost both the writing and the community. after about a year, i wasnt as upset anymore. i was ok with this. i figured this was me growing up. but i was sad like...all the time. like i was living life and having good days, but they werent great days. always something was missing. i thought about writing a lot, but just couldnt. nothing felt right. the normal fandoms just didnt feel right anymore.

and then april rolled around and i found kpop. i have literally no idea what it is about the music or the bands, but the happiness yall. the happiness. suddenly i wanted to write. i suddenly had ideas again. i felt better and was like...myself again really. i made this blog on april 30 just to post the prologue to hero. i didnt think anyone would read it but i wanted to write it. it was just there. so when i tell you im amazed this happened so fast, i mean im amazed. but im not just amazed by that.

1. im amazed by how welcoming everyone has been 2. im amazed by how talented everyone in this fandom is 3. im amazed by how much joy this has brought to my life

ive literally only been here like 3.5 months and already ive made friends i cannot imagine being without. this is amazing. this is beautiful. i get thanked for writing love letters to chanyeol and writing stories, but i will never stop thanking every single one of you for welcoming me here with kindness and open arms. you are all the most beautiful, the most wonderful, and i will spend every single day trying to be worthy <3

ive thanked people a million times but ill do it again: @kpopandlock @nunchiwrites - my two first friends here and two of my closest; @kollectionn @kimnamwho @pikayeollie - my actual best friends on this website whom i adore, speak to daily, and consider real life BFFs; @kpopfanfictrash @the-porcelain-doll-xo - two people i consider to be sisters; everyone from the kpoptrashnetwork - you ALL feel like family to me; @praisekinkchenanon - my WIFE; @rapmonluv - who has become such a bright star in my day in a short period of time, im floored by how welcoming and sweet she is; and EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU WHO REACHES OUT TO ME, SENDS ME MESSAGES, SAYS HI, EVEN SENDS ME HATE. YOU ARE ALL AMAZING!!