#hello it’s me WITH ANOTHER WIP I’m sorry okay

[juyeonszn]

WHAT IS LOVE?

PAIRING ₊˚⊹ lee juyeon x f!reader

GENRES ₊˚⊹ fluff﹒crack﹒angst﹒slice of life

WARNINGS ₊˚⊹ mature language bc even on a different blog i won’t ever change, uni!au, reader is a matchmaker, juyeon plays baseball, lots of kys and kms jokes, sunwoo is an incel, a bunch of lesbian jokes, um one sided pining for a while, like i am absolutely ruthless to reader for a Hot Minute i am so sorry, but it’s okay!!! bc then i’m also ruthless to juyeon, the unrequited love in this series goes crazy, it wouldn’t be a fawn smau without a second lead — so there is a small second lead moment, most of the written parts are full of sheer Angst and i’m not sorry about it, there’s like idol shipping in here ? but it’s for the sake of the plot i swear i don’t condone idol shipping 😭 it’s literally in my carrd, the bullying in this smau goes even crazier, ummm for some reason there are a lot of barbie references towards the end

FEATURING ₊˚⊹ the rest of tbz, soyeon + yuqi from (g)-idle, seonghwa from ateez, lee know from skz, sakura from le sserafim, dahyun + tzuyu from twice, jaehyun from nct and mingyu from seventeen

SUMMARY ₊˚⊹ all is well in the business of matchmaking. except it’s actually not, because lee juyeon, the school’s star baseball player, has just come to you for help in obtaining the girl of his dreams. oh yeah! and he happens to be the guy you’ve had a crush on since your first year of university.

STATUS ₊˚⊹ complete!

BEGINNING ₊˚⊹ august 1st, 2023

ENDING ₊˚⊹ october 19th, 2023

MORE ₊˚⊹ HIIIII hello!!! my first smau on another blog this is crazy ?!!2!!22!!2 fun fact; in case the plot seems familiar, it was an old wip for yeonjunszn that i had for jake from enhypen and decided to scrap for reasons that i do not remember LOL but then it came back to me and i decided to redo it for juyo bc it was so juyo-coded and now we’re here 🤗 send an ask to join the taglist (bc note and dm notifs get swallowed up with the ones from my other blog)!!

PROFILES ₊˚⊹ realize real eyes real lies | ball hitters + the token lesbian | ouran high school host club (+ tzuyu)

ONE ₊˚⊹ i’m the ceo president and chair mama

TWO ₊˚⊹ the hwang yeji incident

THREE ₊˚⊹ i hide and u seek therapy!

FOUR ₊˚⊹ /s or /j

FIVE ₊˚⊹ setting virgins up with other virgins

SIX ₊˚⊹ POSER FAKE FAN

SEVEN ₊˚⊹ #mancrushfriday #mrstealyogirl

EIGHT ₊˚⊹ I HATE WHEN WOMEN ARE RIGHT

NINE ₊˚⊹ the start of a W matchmaking season

TEN ₊˚⊹ ur on THIN ICE JAMAL

ELEVEN ₊˚⊹ Just Like A Doughnut (2.04k)

TWELVE ₊˚⊹ need a comically large piano to fall on top of me

THIRTEEN ₊˚⊹ hit tweet follow me 🙌🙏

FOURTEEN ₊˚⊹ what the bell are u talking about

FIFTEEN ₊˚⊹ THAT WAS A CRY FOR HELP

SIXTEEN ₊˚⊹ chest heavy eyes misty

SEVENTEEN ₊˚⊹ they laugh at me cause i’m emo

EIGHTEEN ₊˚⊹ sangyeon boyfriend material era

NINETEEN ₊˚⊹ Blocked and Reported for threatening language

TWENTY ₊˚⊹ A Hole In The Shape Of You (2.17k)

TWENTY ONE ₊˚⊹ men against song yuqi

TWENTY TWO ₊˚⊹ i thought we were friends.

TWENTY THREE ₊˚⊹ u think i’m pretty??? 🥰

TWENTY FOUR ₊˚⊹ for research purposes

TWENTY FIVE ₊˚⊹ The Middle Of My Heart (1.60k)

TWENTY SIX ₊˚⊹ AND THE CROWD GOES WILD

TWENTY SEVEN ₊˚⊹ to me it was

TWENTY EIGHT ₊��⊹ clown to clown communication

TWENTY NINE ₊˚⊹ A Space Just For You (2.05k)

THIRTY ₊˚⊹ THE JUYEON THERAPY FUND

THIRTY ONE ₊˚⊹ is this pic AI generated

THIRTY TWO ₊˚⊹ i’m gay…

THIRTY THREE ₊˚⊹ 11:11 make a wish

THIRTY FOUR ₊˚⊹ Our Love Loop (2.62k)

THIRTY FIVE ₊˚⊹ graduated from bitchless university

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Season to Taste - 24/? WIP

Explicit Hangster - Celebrity Chef Bradley and Naval Aviator Jake Seresin who have a relationship spanning the globe before they realize how tightly bound they are to one another. Heading into this little world.

PROLOGUE/ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FORTEEN FIFTEEN SIXTEEN SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN NINETEEN TWENTY TWENTYONE TWENTYTWO TWENTYTHREE

CHAPTER TWENTYFOUR

                He loses his temper much easier when he’s tired and he’s tired a lot the first year the restaurant is open. He knows the saying burning the candle at both ends, but he’s found some way to hollow himself out and also burn the candle from the middle as well. Of course he’s a hard worker, expects those around him to put in just as much and expects the best from them, but when Vi calls him a thoughtless and heartless bastard in Italian while the film crew are still rolling he knows he’s gone too far but his brain is so fried he doesn’t even know what it is he’s done wrong. He crashes for sixteen hours and then has to go and make several apologies. Especially to Vi.

…            …            …

                “This is Admiral Kerner.”

                “Hello Admiral, this is Bradley Bradshaw.”

                There’s a pause on the other end of the line and Bradley bites his lip. He has no idea if the man he called Uncle Sli growing up will remember him. It’s been over fifteen years since he left, and longer since he’s seen him or spoken to him. But he knows how to sweet talk people and enough people to get Slider’s work number.

                “Baby Goose?”

                “Yeah. Hi Uncle Sli… you do remember me huh?”

                “Holy shit… of course I remember you kid. And as if I could forget your face on my TV every time the misses puts it on when I’m home.”

                “Oh. Sorry?”

                “No. Don’t be sorry. It’s nice to see you doing so well. Wait. Why are you calling me?”

                “Uh, I’m really sorry to ask, but I sort of have a favor to ask. Maybe a couple of favors.”

                “Okay. So you’re calling me out of the blue, after not talking to me for years… What do you need?”

                “Uh. It’s probably available to family, I was just wondering if I could know when and where your ship will be calling into port and for how long."

                “Uh. Okay. That’s… all fine. It’s information I can share. Can I ask why?”

                “My, uh, my boyfriend I guess? He’s going to be on your ship for seven months.”

                “You have a boyfriend?”

                “Yeah. So if I could know when and where I might be able to see him, I’d really appreciate it…”

                “I’m helping you organize booty calls!”

                “Uh, yeah, sorry if that’s too – ”

                “Oh no, this is perfect. Your dad would be so proud. Using all the resources available to you so you can get your dick wet!”

                Bradley rolls his eyes and pulls a face, glad he can’t be seen. Because while he’s not wrong it’s not the only reason why Bradley wants to see Jake. He hasn’t heard things like this about his dad in a long time, not since he left Mav’s. He barely remembers his father, but considering his best friend was Maverick, Ice and Slider also considered him friends speaks enough to the joking kind of personality he can imagine him having, coupled with what his mom told him. He remembers warm laughter the most, along with music. Strong arms picking him up.

                “Also, it’s kind of romantic. Your dad was always doing sweet stuff for your mom, making the rest of us look bad.” Oh. He’s never heard that before. Never imagined what kind of partner his dad might have been like and he adds it to the little list he keeps tucked away in his head. “Of course, he was also a terrible flirt, ladies flocked to him. Lucky for the rest of us all he did was flirt and he’d send them our way.”

                Okay, maybe more than he wants or needs to know about his dad.

                “Yeah, anyway Uncle Slider, thank you so much for this. Let me know what I can do to repay you… maybe come and cook you and your wife dinner?”

                “Well, I wouldn’t say no to that, she’d kill me if she found out you’d offered and I turned it down. But I have to ask… does Ice not know about this boyfriend? He could have got you the same info.”

                “Yeah, I know, but… No. He doesn’t know. I kind of want to keep it on the down low for now. We’re only just starting out… Very early days.” God, he doesn’t want to say it’s literally only weeks old, can only imagine how crazy other people might think he is.

                “No no, wait, go back. You mean I know something before Ice? Not only that you have a boyfriend but that he’s a good Navy boy…”

                “Actually he’s one of your aviators,” Bradley says, because there’s no point in not sharing that information. As soon as he sends the care packages and asks Slider to deliver them, he’s going to know exactly who it is. Fuck. He really needs to give Jake a heads up.

                “Jesus kid. Seriously?”

                “Yeah.”

                “Wow. You really couldn’t escape even when you tried huh?”

                Bradley laughs, because yeah, he guesses it might look like that from the outside, but Jake’s career doesn’t actually matter to him, other than the fact that he’s now got the background niggling worry that he’s in a dangerous profession. He finds that there’s no longer any bitterness about not being an aviator himself.

                “Well, I didn’t exactly go seeking him out. Just happens to be what he does, and well… you’re right. I’m not above using any contacts I might have to keep an eye on him and keep him in some comforts of home.”

                Slider snorts at that.

                “I’ll send you all the dates and locations. Plans change of course, but I can keep you updated.”

                “Thanks. I’ll send you some cookies or biscotti next time I send a care package. You still partial to pistachios?”

                “Oh, this just gets better and better. Yeah kid, send me something to keep me on your good side. I am all open to bribery from you.”

                “Oh, there’s one more thing. He calls me Leo. Leonardo. We met in Italy and that’s how I introduced myself, he knows my name is really Bradley Bradshaw, and what happened to my dad, but uh, he’s either completely oblivious about who I am exactly, or he’s really good at pretending he has no idea. So uh… yeah.”

                “Right. Got it. So keep it on the down-low that you’re Bradley Bradshaw.”

                “No. Not really. Just don’t announce it over the PA system?”

                “Got ya.”

…            …            …

                “Lieutenant.”

                “Admiral Kerner sir.”

                “Relax son, I’m not here for work. Just. Turns out we have a mutual friend.”

                “Sir?”

                “Bradley Bradshaw.”

                “Oh! Leo.”

                “Ah. Yes. He did say you called him that. Anyway, I flew with his old man. Was at Top Gun when the training accident happened.”

                “Oh. Yeah. He told me about that. I didn’t realize he still knew people in the service.”

                “Oh, he knows a few,” Admiral Kerner says dryly and Jake wonders who else might pop out of the woodwork. “He was forced onto a different path, and while it might have worked out for the best there are still some deep hurts there.”

                Jake keeps his mouth shut.

                “Anyway, he sent me a care package, because I get mail more regularly. However he sent this to you, care of me. So. I’m now apparently his delivery man.”

                “I’m sorry sir, I’ll ask him not –”

                “It’s fine Lieutenant. He did ring and ask first. Just… he sounded happy. It was good to hear.”

                “Yes sir,” Jake says, not really sure how he can take part in this conversation safely, if this is somehow a weird sort of semi-shovel talk given the reference he made to knowing Leo’s dead father. Does he consider Leo a sort-of son?

                “Enjoy your care package. I know I’ll enjoy mine.”

                “Oh, yes. You too sir,” Jake says, suddenly understanding that Leo must have also sent Admiral Kerner something to his liking, and yeah, if it’s going to keep his CO happy then Jake’s all for it. He takes the package and nods his farewell as he watches Admiral Kerner stride away. He’s going to look up Bradshaw in the database, have a look at whatever Top Gun class Leo’s dad was in, because it might pop up again and he’d rather not be taken by surprise again. He suspects that the whole class might be keeping tabs on Leo, whether he knows about it or not.

                “Why was Admiral Kerner talking to you? What did you do?”

                “Phoenix. Always a pleasure. Why do you automatically assume I’ve done something?”

                “Because you’ve usually done something?”

                “Haha. No. He just, uh, introduced himself I guess. He flew with my boyfriend’s old man,” Jake says, rolling the word boyfriend around in his mouth, because that’s all he can think of calling Leo. He’s never had a boyfriend before, and he finds himself smiling at just the sweet gesture of Leo sending him a care package via the fucking Admiral of all people. Stupidly sweet.

                “You have a boyfriend?”

                “Yeah… You?”

                “More trouble than they’re worth.”

                “Not my one. He sent me a care package.”

                “Through Admiral Kerner?”

                “Yeah. You want to see what he sent me?

                “Do I want to?” Phoenix asks, pulling a face and Jake laughs, in too much of a good mood to get smart.

                “Live dangerously Trace. You might get lucky and I’ll share with you…”

                “Again, do I want that?”

                “He’s a chef. I know you have a sweet tooth.”

                “A chef? Well. Why didn’t you lead with that?”

                Then they’re opening the box, and there’s several carboard boxes, written on the top what they’ve got inside. Cranberry and pistachio cookies. Chocolate chip cookies. Almond and dark chocolate biscotti. Pistachio biscotti. He shouldn’t be surprised, Leo going overboard a little seems very on brand and he has to stop himself from just smiling so widely at the gesture. God, what did he do to deserve such a sweet man doing things like this for him? His sisters are definitely right to be envious.

                “Holy shit these are good…” Phoenix says, and he looks up to find she’s already opened one of the boxes to reveal a resealable plastic bag containing the baked goods. It’s the chocolate chip biscuits and he bites one, crunchy outside, chewy inside, milk chocolate chips and there’s so much sugar he thinks he hears his teeth squeak.

                “Yeah, they’re not bad.”

                “Not bad? These are like… crack.”

                “Hmm. Maybe I just need a glass of milk for the full experience.”

                “Does he sell these? Do you think he’d make me some? I’d suck his dick if he sent me cookies like this.”

                “Well, lucky for you I’m sharing.”

                “Are you sure? If these were mine I’d be hoarding them.”

                “They’re a little too sweet for me.”

                “Your boyfriend is a chef and you critique his cooking?”

                “Everyone has room for improvement Trace.”

                “Even you?”

                “Well, no. It’s hard to improve on perfection.”

                “Perfect asshole maybe…”

                “To your perfect bitch…”

                “What’s his name, this boyfriend of yours?”

                “Leo. Funny story actually. I met him in Italy years ago, like a decade. We… uh, exchanged names, then went our separate ways. Then I was home and there he was at the farmers market my sisters sell their stuff at…”

                “Wow. That’s actually kind of sweet and romantic and nothing like how I imagined your love story might go…”

                “Aw Trace, you imagined my love story?”

                “Yeah, usually it involved conjugal visits.”

                Jake laughs.

TWENTYFIVE

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Same as it ever was 8

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as neglect, bullying, manipulation, cheating, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Between your home life and work, you just can’t catch a break. Especially after you draw the ire of your boss.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen ft. Pete Brenner

Note: hello again.

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You change out of your work clothes into a pair of old jeans and a fraying sweatshirt. You can smell the smoke from the basement as you huff at the ceiling. Great. You thought maybe having Pete home could at least spare you a few minutes to lay down. As usual, you have to save the day he's spoiled. Not that it was any good before that.

You go upstairs as the fire alarms wails and you hear Simone asking if everything's okay. You come up behind your daughter and gently touch her shoulder, "go read, everything's fine."

Pete pokes the button on the detector with the end of the broom as you hurry in to move the pan from the burner into the sink. The pan is ruined as the breasts stick, burnt to the finish entirely. You shake your head as you face your husband. He looks like a beaten dog as he holds the broom and pouts.

"I'll put some of the frozen nuggets in the oven," you resign, "why don't you set the table or something?"

He mopes and puts the broom back in the closet. He doesn't leave though. He approaches as you open the freezer and take out the breaded processed chicken. You put the bag on the counter and tear it open.

"I'm sorry, babe. I'm really... I'm trying."

"I don't want you to try, Pete, get it through your head," you whisper sharply, "I don't want you. At all."

He sputters as you refuse to look at him. You pull out a baking sheet and spread out the nuggets. He watches, helpless and stunned.

"You can't mean that," he mewls.

"What am I supposed to want with you?" You ask, "You blew it. We both did. It's done. We just... get through for the kids. For the company, until you can pay me alimony."

"Huh?" He chokes on the noise.

"Mom," Simone jolts you as she chimes from the doorway. You and Pete turn in unison. "That idiot with the lip fur is outside."

You frown as Pete gives another confused utter. "Who-- he is?"

"He knocked but I told him to go away," she shrugs, "don't think he got the message."

"Simone," you look at Pete as he furrows his brow. "My boss..."

"What the hell is your boss doing here?" Pete asks.

"I wouldn't know," you answer dryly.

You march out of the kitchen, past Simone as you go to the front window and peer out. You see Hansen inspecting your mailbox before he jams the doorbell. Great. 

You go to the door with your daughter and husband trailing you. This is the last thing you need. How dare he come there and disturb your family. He gets eight hours a day to torture you. And you haven't eaten, you're about to fall over.

You swing the door open, ready to eviscerate him but stopping short. You can't do that. Not least of all because Simone is right there. 

"Mr. Hansen," you greet airily, "what can I do for you?"

"Ah, nice to see you too," he eyes Pete over your shoulder as Simone stands beside you.

"Wish she could say the same," Simone sneers, "I told you to go away."

"Sim," you reproach, you're starting to think she gets that from you. "Mr. Hansen..."

"You're the boss? What're you doing here?" Pete asks, gripping the door frame as he' stands almost right against your back.

"You must be the old man," Hansen smirks, "didn't the wife tell you? She got a promotion."

"Huh, old man-- promotion?" Pete reels aloud. "No."

You swallow and suck in air. Just go along with it. One wrong step and he might just tell the truth for once.

"I haven't had the chance, we've been making dinner," you simper sourly.

"Well, I wish I could say I'm just here to say congrats but business calls," Hansen checks his watch. 

"It's six-thirty," Pete scoffs.

"Oh, you know, the big boys, it's a business dinners and useless small talk but gotta put on a good face." He looks at you and a line forms between his brows, "so better go doll yourself up."

"Wha-- right now?"

"I called you. Several times. You didn't pick up. Your problem, not mine. Let's go," he snaps your fingers.

"Mommy," Malik's voice startles you as he squeezes between you and Simone, "oh! Mommy!"

He whimpers and clings to your leg as he gapes up at Hansen, hiding behind you like he did when he was younger.

"I told you he's evil," Simone grumbles.

"Alright, everybody, inside," you declare as you raise your hands, "Mr. Hansen, please, just, give me a couple minutes."

"I've given you a few already but suppose I can't take you to dinner with grease on your shirt."

You look down at the new stain on your sweatshirt. Of course. You back up and close the door, turning to face your family, crowded in the entryway, bearing down on you.

"Okay, here's what's going to happen. Pete, put the chicken in, twenty minutes, make sure you flip them so they don't stick. Simone, keep an eye on Malik, please, help him with his homework, honey. Mal," you pause and untangle your son from you, "be good, please."

"Are you leaving?" He pouts.

"I have to."

"What the he--ck," Pete corrects himself before he can swear, "you're just going with him?"

"He's my boss, Pete," you snip, "I don't have much of a choice. I need the money. We both do. I doubt it'll be all night. A dinner, easy."

You know it's probably not what Hansen says it is but you're not going to unveil that deception. It's better to go along. You hate to lie to your family but you'd feel worse to let them down.

"Great, so you get to go out and have a fancy dinner and I have to stay here?"

"Pete," you sniff, "you're a father, start acting like it." You stop yourself, "Simone, Malik, please, go watch some TV."

Simone frowns as she peeks between you and your husband. You see the suspicion and anxiety sparking in her. She takes Malik's hand and takes him into the living room.

"I'll bring leftovers, happy?"

"That guy looks like a real scuzz bucket," he growls.

"Oh, please, you've spent how long staying late to go to dinners and be with Miss Panties or No Panties," you snarl, "don't start because I have to miss one night."

"Honey," he changes his tone, "I can't-- what do I do?"

"What do you do? Figure it out," you shoulder past him, done with the argument. You haven't won, you have to go put up with Hansen.

"Babe," Pete calls after you.

"I'm sure you could ask Simone, even a twelve year old can figure it out," you toss over your shoulder as you stomp upstairs.

🗄️

You pull on a plain black skirt that ends at your knees, of the few you have among your wardrobe. You match it with a lamb gray blouse and a blazer you can’t button. You try your best to refresh your hair and face but at this point, there’s not much you can do about it.

You come downstairs and slip into a pair of round-toed flats as Pete watches silently. You know he wants to argue. You don’t want to go either but you’re sure as shit not telling him that. Let him suffer while you do the same.

“I’ll try not to be too late,” you shrug on your coat and hook your purse over your shoulder, “Malik, don’t give your father a hard time at bathtime and Simone, do your math. You can’t read all night.”

You reach for your phone and spin back for the door. Pete catches you, holding you at arm’s length. His blue eyes cling to yours with a glimmer of desperation.

“Love ya, honey,” he says, “I really do.”

You gulp and put your chin up. The kids are there. You try not to let your loathing tighten in your cheeks, “love you too…” you eke out and clear your through. “Love you all.” You pull away from him and smile at Simone and Malik, “have a good night.”

You quickly turn away and scurry to the door. Something about the moment leaves you breathless. The realisation that your family is hanging by a fraying thread. You pull the door shut as you come out to find Hansen leaning on the hood of his sports care. Is that douche bag red?

You come up the walk as he watches you with a smirk, “adorable, got the whole clan home.”

“Please,” you grumble, “let’s just get out of here. Far away.”

He stands up straight, “already jonesing for more, huh?”

“No, I just don’t want you near my family,” you retort.

He cackles and the car chirps as it unlocks. He goes around the driver side as you approach the passenger’s. You open the door and get into the low seat. You don’t like the incline of the seat or the smell of the air freshener. Everything about him is unbearable.

He jams his index into the ignition, hitting the button to turn the engine. He sits back and rests a hand lazing on the bottom of the steering wheel as he pulls out slowly. You buckle the seat belt and stare ahead.

“I’m sorry I didn’t answer the phone–”

“Good start, toots, but a better one would be your hand in my pants,” he snickers.

You cringe and put your purse between your feet. You strain against the seat belt and lean over the stick shift. As you reach for him, he swats you away and growls. You retract, annoyed.

“I thought–”

“You know, I was thinking of just driving you to the Wendy’s parking lot and sticking it in,” he cruises well past the speed limit as he remains casually reclined, “but that seems too easy.”

You grit your teeth. He’s mocking you. He slaps his hand on your knee and drags it up your thigh, rumbling your skirt.

“I didn’t know you owned one of these,” he pinches the hem, “you really got yourself prettied up, huh?”

You don’t say anything.

“Can I make a suggestion? Doesn’t matter, I’m gonna. Try something shorter. You got the tight part but this is something my fourth grade librarian would wear. Oh, and lace. Or silk.”

You want to scream at him. Does he really think you can afford all that? That you want your ass or tits hanging out in front of your daughter? He knows all that, he’s once again making a joke of you.

“Aw, tootsie roll, am I upsetting you? Well, that’s real fucking shit,” his voice goes rigid, “I was pretty upset listening to your voicemail on fucking repeat.”

“Sorry, I told you–”

“I don’t care. Busy? Not in my world. Let’s get this straight, the only thing you’ll be busy with is me. Or… I think Petey Boy may just love to hear all about your workplace antics. I mean really, he should be proud, you’re fucking skilled. That man, I see why he put a ring on it. Wherever it is… Shit…” he skids to a stop at a sign and looks at you, “you didn’t have to pawn it off? That’s goddamn sad, honey buns.”

You inhale and lift your chin. That would be a better story than the truth. Besides, you have a feeling he doesn’t genuinely care.

“I’ll buy you a new diamond. Two of them, one for each titty,” he chortles as he steps on the gas again, “what’s your birthstone? I’ll get that for your ass.”

“Mr. Hansen, I understand you’re upset. I didn’t listen. I didn’t answer the phone, but I can’t just leave my family–”

“You will do whatever I tell you,” he interjects, “first, you’re going to stop. No more excuses, you figure it out. Second,” he veers into a lot, just behind an unmarked office building, “you’re going to loosen the fuck up.”

He steers around to the back of the lot, parking slightly crooked and across the lines. There aren’t too many other cars this time of evening. He turns off the engine and rolls his shoulders. Well, it’s not a Wendy’s at least.

“Get in the back,” he orders.

You want to ask what or why but you know better. You get out and open the back door. You sit on the end of the seat.

“Lay down,” he says, still facing forward.

You glance at him, slightly confused. You slide up the seat and recline. His seat belt snaps back against the interior and his door opens. Gravel crunches under his soles and his shadow passes between the car and the streetlights. He darkens the open back door.

“Pull your fucking skirt up,” he orders in exasperation, as if you should’ve done so already.

You lift your shoulders and reach down to tug at your skirt. It’s hard to get it up, it’s tight and uncomfortable, you should’ve thrown it out. You feel the zipper about to burst. Impatiently, he shoves the hem up as he bends over the seat.

You’re suddenly very self-conscious as you realise what he’s going to do. He holds himself between your thighs as his hand crawls up to your panties. High-rise cotton underwear that balloon a bit too much around your pelvis.

“Sir, I’ll just take care of you,” you insist as you try to sit up.

“Fuck off,” he snarls, “lay down.”

You blink as your lip twitches. You can’t remember the last time Pete did that. You’re not okay. You don’t want Hansen down there. You really don’t want anyone at this point.

“Really, Mr.--”

“Lay the fuck back and shut up while I eat your pussy,” he grabs your panties and yanks, jolting you.

You fall back as he forces the fabric down. He growls and rips along the seam. You close your eyes and tense. As he exposes you, your thighs quiver.

He presses his face against your leg, his mustache tickling you as his breath dampens your skin. You swallow a shiver. You’re oversensitive and strung out. You squeeze your eyes tight and focus on your breath as he nuzzles and nips up towards your cunt.

You clench as he gets closer. Without thinking, you push your hand to his head as you try to stop him. Your heart is racing. Why is this harder than what you’ve already done?

He snatches your hand and throws your arm over the edge of the seat. You wince as he bites into your tender thigh. You squeak and he growls, his nose grazing up to your lips. You hold your breath as he closes in.

His tongue flicks up and you gasp. He glides between your folds, delving into you, humming so it rumbles through you. You raise your hand to grip the back of the seat. You forgot how nice this felt.

He takes it slow. A patience you’ve never seen in him as he dotes on your clit, swirling back and forth, suckling, dipping his tongue up and down your lips, lapping up your flowing delight. You quiver as you sink into the sensation, almost forgetting the man who’s inspired it.

His hand creeps up to your blouse, beneath your open jacket, and he squeezes your chest through the fabric. You wiggles his head back and forth as his tending grows more intense. He spreads his tongue wide and groans, his mouth slurping and sucking noisily.

The heat spreads into your thighs and tingles up your back. You arch your spine and dig your nails into the seat. You puff as you feel a climax rising. Hansen stretches his other hand over your stomach, pinning you down as he devours you ravenously.

You’re tipped over the edge, letting out a series of squeaks and squawks as you give into the orgasm. You’re dizzy from the sheer ecstasy of the moment, of his still lapping tongue, not stopping even as you cry out. He keeps on, urged on by your helpless moans. As in everything, it’s never enough for him.

[farenmaddox]

saw the WIP challenge from @wanderingcas about posting a snippet from something you're working on and getting some motivation for it. I've gotten all in my head about my post-canon SPN fic and completely stalled out on it, so I thought I'd just... try this and see if it helps.

“You’re in heaven?” Sam speaks up, when Dean can’t seem to find any words.

“Oh. Yes. I suppose that would be news. To be fair, Jack having the power to bring me there was news to me.”

Dean is so, so fucking stupid. Obviously Jack came to get Cas, that would still be part of fixing all of the shit from before, not interfering in new stuff. Obviously Cas isn’t just suffering in the Empty for eternity, holy shit. It makes him so relieved that he kind of has to lean on one of the posts for a minute.

“Dean?” Cas asks, tensing up immediately.

“M’good,” he mumbles, waving him off. He just… needs to breathe.

Sam rushes in and pulls Cas into an absolutely crushing hug, saying, “Thanks for coming. Is… is Jack...?”

“He can’t visit without violating the rules. He asked me to say hello on his behalf, though.”

“Oh,” Sam says, deflating a little. “That’s okay. Glad you’re here, anyway. Are you, uh, do you have to go back right away? Does the interference thing include, you know, talking to us?”

“I’m not Jack. I am free to do as I wish,” Cas says.

“Man, it would be nice if you wished to help us get rid of some vamp bodies,” Dean mutters, because the enormity of what just happened is slamming into him like a truck, and he kind of wants to do the rest of this debrief somewhere that isn’t covered in his own blood, maybe after getting those kids home to their deeply traumatized mother.

Cas just looks at him for a long time, but that’s not new. Dean just looks back. He’s so, so tired and there’s work to do, and this is how they operate, right? Do the job until the job’s done, and then they do the celebrating. Cas knows that as well as anybody.

“Fine,” Cas says, short and clipped. And then the bodies are just gone, and so is the blood, from one blink to the next.

Dean chuckles in spite of himself. “You that eager to get to the part where you yell at me, ya big fuckin’ hypocrite?”

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Cas flinches away from that, actually, and goes striding back out of the barn. “The children are hiding behind a large tree roughly fifteen yards that direction,” he says, waving vaguely. “I assume there wouldn’t be room in the car if you need to transport them, so I’ll meet you in town.”

Sam and Dean stare at each other.

“Jesus,” Dean mutters. “Well, it’s definitely Cas, huh?”

Sam’s face twitches. Dean’s twitches right back.

A few seconds later, they are fully busting-up, clutching-their-guts, howling-like-animals laughing. They collapse into each other’s arms, and yeah, there are a couple of tears thrown in there. Just like, a few. Because hell, Dean had been dying, literally and actually dying, and they had been having a fucking Moment, and it’s not that easy to shake off.

Eventually they get their shit together and find the boys, and they bring them to their mom, who is not great, but is obviously better for having her kids back. There’s a lot of crying going on when Sam and Dean retreat, but their job is done and the part with the tissues and trying to put lives back together doesn’t have anything to do with them.

Cas is waiting by the car when they come back out. Sam immediately rushes in and gives him another hug, the sap, saying, “Sorry, man, I just… it’s really good to see you.”

Cas gives him a huge smile and return hug. “You too, Sam,” he says.

“Let’s get this show on the road,” Dean says, already making for the driver’s seat. “I can’t wait to get out of this town.”

“Absolutely the fuck not,” Sam says immediately.

“What?”

“Dean, it’s a fourteen-hour drive to get home from here.”

“And?”

“And I’m not having this conversation in the car! And no, I’m not sitting in the world’s most uncomfortable silence for fourteen hours either! We’re taking our happy asses to a motel or something and finishing what we started in the barn, and it wouldn’t kill us to get some sleep, either.”

Dean stutters something that is trying to be a protest, but isn’t. Sam’s just scowling at him and still pitching a bitch-fit.

“And you’re talking to Cas, too, because you obviously need to!”

“Do I get a say in this?” Cas asks with his eyebrows raised.

“No!” Dean and Sam snap at him at the same time.

“The most recent person to do self-sacrificial bullshit in this family loses voting privileges until the next person screws up,” Dean adds. Cas opens his mouth, scowling, and Dean points a finger at him. “Just now in there does not count, because I did not fucking do that on purpose and you know it.”

Cas closes his mouth.

[homerforsure]

Hello Hi!

I’ve been very absent lately and generally out of the loop but I would like to double dutch back into the loop if you’ll have me!

But also I know that other people have had some shifts w/re: The Loop and how involved they wanna be in the fandom so what I kinda wanted to ask is:

Who likes to be tagged in Snip/WIP stuff? (mutuals I’m sorry but you can’t escape non-writing tag games; you’re trapped here with me).

I don’t think I’ll be doing every day only because I’ve just finished one secret fic and am about to start another, but if you like these tags, like this post maybe?

Okay thanks bye

[defuckingthrone-dot-com]

One more night gone 🌻

Summary: Based on the song Hello, I’m in Delaware by City & Colour. Navigating the hardships of having a rockstar boyfriend and feeling just a bit small when he's away on tour.

Pairing: Noah x Reader

TW: talks of being sad and alone.

AN: maybe someday I’ll write something longer for now this will do? Lol I might make these into a little series. I have another one of these with another song that I love that I’m working on as well. @concretejunglefm has seen my WIP list, and I hope I can get all of my ideas into something cozy and fun for yall to read.

Divider by @bernardsbendystraws

READERS POV

Watching Noah go on tour was always a bittersweet feeling for me. I loved seeing him accomplish all of his dreams and having the time of his life. I loved seeing him so happy about doing what he loved. But I also i hated that i felt so alone when he wasn’t around. Yeah I had family and friends that I could easily call to come over but it didn’t fill the void that I felt when he wasn’t at home with me.

“I will see you again” I heard through the speakers of my phone. I was currently on FaceTime with Noah, I admití that I wasn’t really paying attention to anything that he has said to me in the last 5 minutes.

My thoughts where hazy and I was feeling under the weather ever since he left for tour a week ago.

“Babe…are you okay?” I heard him ask me with a bit of concern in his voice.

“Sorry..I just.. it’s so dumb. Forget it, how everything going?” I asked trying to change the subject.

I indeed felt dumb even bringing up the subject of how I felt, I didn’t want him to feel guilty for doing what he loved.

“Y/N you do know you can tell anything..right?” Noah asked making a long pause to make sure I would answer.

“Yes I know, I just don’t wanna make it seem like the end of the world” I paused for a moment “ I miss you so much you have no idea, I just feel so little when your not around.”

I could see the apologetic look in his eyes, and it broke me even more to think that it was he might have felt a bit guilty for leaving me.

“Please don’t think that I’m saying all of these to make you feel guilty or any of that sort.” I said “I love that you get to do what you love and I’m so proud of everything you have accomplished, I just wish I was able to go with you this time around” i let out a little laugh trying to subside the little ache growing inside me.

Noah took a breath before speaking to me again.

“I know baby, I miss you too, I wish you were here with me” I could hear his voice break as I looked intently at his eyes through the screen. “I don’t want you to feel alone, 17 more days and I’ll be back home”

I didn’t want to continue on the subject because I couldn't even stand myself when I got overwhelmed with my feelings. So we continued to talk about everything else that had been going on since he left.

But in my mind 17 days felt like a lifetime, a lifetime without Noah. 17 days without getting to see his face, 17 days without waking up to him in bed. 17 days of not being able to have his intoxicating scent around me.

For now I laid in bed, I had put on one of Noah’s t shirt, which fit me like a dress, but for now is the only way I could feel close to him. It made the wait for him a little more plausible.

NOAH’S POV

It had been almost an hour since my FaceTime call with y/n and all I could think about was her sad eyes. I hated not being able to be by her side.

I know the feeling of being alone and small all too well because I too felt the same when she wasn’t around. I always had this internal battle with myself of whether I should take a step back and be more involved in our relationship.

The boy and I were currently heading to the next city on our tour. We had 17 more days to go. 17 more days till I get to see her beautiful face.

“You okay, man?” Jolly asked, a bit intrigued.

“Uhh yeah, I’m alright” I said giving him half a smile.

“Doesn’t seem like it, do you wanna talk about it?” Nicholas chimed in emerging from the bunk area of the bus.

“I'm really okay, it’s y/n” I said

“Is she okay, what’s wrong?” I heard Jolly’s voice again with a tone of concern.

“Physically nothing. Mentally she’s having a hard time being alone” I took a deep breath. “I don’t like being away from her so long”

“I get it, it's tough being far away from our loved ones, but we gotta be strong,” Nicholas says, grabbing my shoulder.

“Yeah I know, sometimes it just feels like my life is passing by, with every exit sign, with every departing flight. It’s hard with so much time apart” I paused for a moment. “Sometimes my body aches and it hurts to say”

I could see the sympathy in both of my friends faces but I appreciate it the most that they were listening to me and I could vent to them without any sort of judgement.

“…. And I wish I weren’t here tonight…only tonight I wish I could be with her. But this is my life” my voice almost breaking. ”I don’t want to sound ungrateful I love what I do, I love what we do together, but sometimes is tough on both of us not being able to experience it together”

“Don’t worry Noah we will be home soon, and hey maybe next tour she’ll come with us” Nicholas says with a smile on his face.

“Yeah I hope so, thanks guys for listening to me” I tell them both.

“We’re here for you” Jolly tells me while he stands up and heads into his bunk.

While the rest of my mates where already asleep in their respective bunks I was in the living room area of the bus. Taking all of the scenery that's passing by through the window. I saw the sign which read we were already in a new state.i decided to text y/n before I went to sleep.

Hello, I’m in Delaware. 16 more days till we’re together. I love you. ❤️

[stonesparrow]

I have this WIP and I don't know if it'll ever get fully written out so uhhhh throwing this summary blurb from my notes out there in case anyone wants to ask about it. I'd describe it as like...an office/lab assistant au with a focus on a slow burn three-way queerplatonic relationship.

Our Girl Friday

After years of getting nowhere in her job interning at a fashion magazine publisher and suffering abuse from her boss and coworkers, Ogawa Yuzuriha decides to quit, though she has a hard time finding another job. Suddenly, she finds an advertisement for a position as a personal assistant to a reclusive scientist, and jumps at the opportunity. Little does she know that her new employer and his bodyguard will change her life forever.  

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Yuzuriha double checked the address. Then she triple checked it.

This…can’t be the right place, can it? Given the advertisement she was expecting something a bit more impressive than a nondescript looking house in the middle of an ordinary street. But no, the number was correct, and there was a little sign next to the door reading “Ishigami Laboratory.” After a moment of hesitation, she rang the doorbell.

An enormous man with dark hair opened the door, and Yuzuriha held back a gasp—he was quite handsome, with a strong jaw and impressive muscles.  

“Oh!” He gasped. “Hello! I—how can I help you, Miss?”

Yuzuriha shook off her shock. “Um, I’m Ogawa Yuzuriha. I’m here for a…job interview? At three o’clock?”

The man’s eyes widened. “Oh! Oh you’re—right, sorry, please come in!” Yuzuriha was ushered inside and to a couch.

“Would you like some tea, Ogawa-san?”

“Um, sure. Tea sounds lovely, thank you.”

As the man busied himself with a teapot, Yuzuriha glanced around the floor. It looked pretty much like how you’d expect an average home to be, with neatly arranged furniture and flowers on the dining room table. This doesn’t exactly seem like a science laboratory…

The man set down a tray with two cups of steaming green tea. “Oh, I should introduce myself! I’m Oki Taiju, S—Dr. Ishigami’s bodyguard.”

Yuzuriha fought back the urge to raise an eyebrow. What’s a bodyguard doing giving job interviews? “It’s nice to meet you, Oki-san,” she said politely. 

Oki smiled at her. “So Ogawa-san, you’re interested in being Dr. Ishigami’s personal assistant?”

Yuzuriha nodded. “I saw the advertisement in the paper, and I applied right away.” Not technically a lie—she did apply to the ad immediately, along with three other jobs that had already rejected her. Personal assistant wasn’t exactly Yuzuriha’s dream role to play, but she needed something to pay the bills and it didn’t seem too difficult. 

“Is that envelope for me?”

“Yes, I brought my resume and credentials,” Yuzuriha said, opening the envelope she’d brought with her and handing Oki the papers inside. He scanned them appraisingly as she sipped at her tea, eyes widening. 

“You last worked at a fashion magazine, Ogawa-san?”

“Yes, as secretary to the editor,” Yuzuriha said. “I know I don’t have much experience listed with being a personal assistant, but I’m well versed in answering phone calls, sorting mail, and organizing schedules.”

She’d hoped to rise through the ranks and acquire some connections in the fashion world, but that work environment…Yuzuriha repressed a shudder. Quitting that job was probably one of the smarter things she’d done in her 30 years of life. 

Oki nodded. “That’s mostly what we’re looking for anyway. Dr. Ishigami doesn’t have a lot of time to answer messages, and if he ignores people too much they get upset.” He handed the papers back to her. “Would you be okay with starting tomorrow?”

Yuzuriha blinked. “Huh? Aren’t you going to ask me some more questions before just giving me the job?”

 Oki scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “Ah…I’ll be honest with you, Ogawa-san…you’re the only applicant we’ve gotten in weeks.”

Yuzuriha stared at him. “Oh.” What was she supposed to say to that? “I…would’ve thought that a renowned scientist like Dr. Ishigami would have people lining up to work for him,” she said eventually. 

Oki sighed. “Yeah, you’d think that, huh? But Dr. Ishigami is…” he shrugged. “He can be a bit…much, for some people. Not that he’s a bad person! Really, he just doesn’t mix well with others.”

“I…see.” That could be a red flag, but Yuzuriha really, really needed this job. “Well then, I’ll do my best!”

Oki smiled so blindingly bright Yuzuriha nearly had to shield her face. “That’s great!” He bowed his head suddenly and she squeaked in surprise. “Thank you so much, Ogawa-san! Really, from the bottom of my heart, I’m so grateful you’ll be working with us!”

“Ah, I’m glad too!” Yuzuriha stammered. Was he that desperate for someone to accept the job?

Oki stood up. “Okay, let me give you the tour!”

“So, um,” Yuzuriha said as Oki led her through the house and pointed out the bathroom, the office where she’d be working, and the library. “Dr. Ishigami’s laboratory is also his home?”

“Yep,” Oki nodded. “He doesn’t like commuting to work, and he’s very particular about the way his equipment and research is set up—he doesn’t want anyone else messing with his process. The lab covers most of the basement floor, while the rest of the house is living space.”

“What’s Dr. Ishigami’s schedule like?”

“Oh, right!” Oki nodded. “Okay, so usually he gets up around 10am, works until 2pm, has lunch, then works until 7pm, has dinner, then works until 1am and goes to sleep. Unless he has an event or a meeting he needs to go to, that is. You’ll be in charge of keeping track of those.”

“Uh, right…” Yuzuriha tried to focus on the frankly very generous wages she’d been offered. “So then…shouldn’t you show me around the lab?”

His face fell. “Ah, well…Dr. Ishigami doesn’t really like strangers in his working space.”

Yuzuriha frowned. “But I’ll be going down there at least a few times every day, right?”

Oki scratched his chin. “Well, he’d prefer it if you didn’t. There’s a phone line in the office that goes directly to the lab, if you really need to talk to him while he’s in there. Otherwise you’ll probably only see him in the mornings and when we go to meetings or events.”

Okay, the flags were getting a little redder, but Yuzuriha tried to look on the bright side—at least the guy wouldn’t be constantly in her face all the time like her last boss.

With the tour complete and the paperwork in order, Oki saw Yuzuriha out the door, and she found herself looking over her shoulder at the house as she walked away.

I hope this isn’t a mistake…

[fandomworld9728]

Best Friend's Brother (Sans/Reader)

(Another WIP. I had this one in my back pocket for a good while)

“THANK YOU FOR ASSISTING ME WITH THE HUMAN’S BAKE SALE!”

“It’s no problem, Papyrus. Anything for my best friend.” A happy nyeh heh heh and a smile came from you skele-buddy as you sorted all of the ingredients. “What is it that Frisk wanted us to make?”

“I BELIEVE THEY SAID IT WAS CALLED A MACARON.”

“Macarons? Gettin’ real French and fancy.” Picking up the note they left you, you read the instructions out loud to Papyrus to make sure you had everything. “Looks like we’re doing a S’mores flavor and a space theme.”

“I DO NOT BELIEVE WE HAVE THE PROPER COLORS NOR DO WE GLITTER, THIS WILL NOT DO! I SHALL GO AND FETCH US SOME!”

“Okay. Oh! Make sure you get the gel food coloring and edible glitter!” You called after him. You didn’t need a repeat of last time. Beginning to measure everything out for when he got back, you hummed softly to yourself, concentrating on the task at hand that you didn’t realize that someone had popped into the room.

They watched you for a moment before standing next to you. “heya kiddo.”

Squealing, you jumped causing the flour you had been measuring to fly out of the bag and hit your face. Coughing, you carefully wiped it out of your eyes and turned to the grinning skeleton. “Sans…”

“heh. sorry about that, kid. didn’t mean to-”

“Don’t you dare say it!”

“deflour you.” 

“Gah!” Covering your burning face with your hands, you quickly moved to clean up the mess you had made. You liked Sans’ puns, really you did. But hearing that one made your mind swim with impossible possibilities. “Double meaning!”

“aw come on, kiddo. i was just, yokin’ around.”

“I swear to god if you’re holding up my bowel of egg yokes….”

“ya know you wanna look.” He was right, dammit! You wanted to look so bad and laugh at his stupid jokes. But you had to be strong. However, you were not strong. You looked and laughed despite yourself causing that smile of his to get wider.

“Put that down. I need to help Papyrus bake.” Taking the bowl and placing it back in its original spot, you made sure that everything was perfect. “Now, what do I owe the pleasure of you seeking out my company?”

“i was taking a break from my work and saw you. if Paps was here, I’d have never gotten away with that. or get to tell you my hilarious jokes.”

“Yeah. You’re oh so humerus…. Shit. Now I’m doing it.”

“keep up the good work and maybe someday you’ll be as punny as me.”

“Oh please, like I’d want to- uh…” You had made the mistake of turning to face, ending up closer than you’d realized and turning red all over again. All he did was smile at you. But, this one was different. It was a soft, kind smile. One you don’t think you’ve ever seen on him.

“I HAVE RETURNED WITH THE NECESSARY- OH SANS! YOU CAME TO JOIN US IN BAKING!”

“nah, bro. just saying hello to the kiddo here and grabbin’ a drink.”

And just like that, the moment was gone. Sans had teleported over to the fridge as soon as he heard Papyrus’ voice, breaking the moment. You were royally screwed. How were you supposed to keep hanging out at the house whenever you turned into a blushing mess around Sans?

“The world hates me.”

“OH, COME NOW. WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?” Hearing a loud thud, Papyrus looked to find you lying face-first on the ground. Sighing, he crouched down next to you. “AGAIN? IS THIS REALLY NECESSARY?”

[ohyou-pretty-things]

✨WIP Wednesday✨

thanks for tagging me @goldenprophetwrites :)

from a v. self indulgent ( v. neglected ) age-gap (yes another sorry!) fic

“Are you okay? Do you need help?” Remus questioned softly, suddenly aware that he might appear menacing. Over six feet, long and drawn, he towered over the pew. Remus crouched on the ground so they were eye level, and he gazed at the stranger curiously. “My name is Remus Lupin. I’m a doctor - I just wanted to know if you needed anything, it’s late and rather cold out.”  For a long time, the young man stared at him warily, nervous little huffs of breath falling through slightly parted lips. The cat, bug-eyed and thin, leapt from his hands and walked along the wooden pew towards Remus. Cautiously, he extended his arm, allowed the feline to sniff, and lowered his hand as it butted its head against his palm.  “Hello there,” Remus said warmly, lips turning up at the edges. “What’s your name?” “Her name’s Barb,” the young man replied quietly, “Barb Wire.”  Remus snorted and glanced over to the stranger with a raised brow. “Like that awful Pamela Anderson movie? You seem a bit young for that.”  “That movie is a cult classic, in my opinion,” he huffed in response. “You’ve got no taste, old man. Also, the movie was based on a comic. So there’s that.”  “Odd name for an odd-looking cat.”  “Barb is beautiful and unique. She’s a curly Devon Rex, and you will address her with respect,” the other man stated firmly, with a haughty air.  “Alright, then, beautiful Barb,” he conceded, slowly stroking along the cat's back, from head to tail. She arched her back languidly into his touch, tail twitching approvingly. Remus remained quiet, enjoying the welcome distraction of this curious young man, pulling him momentarily away from his grief. Warm brown eyes glanced up, finding the other man watching him curiously.  “What can I respectfully address you as?” Remus questioned hopefully. For a moment, he braced himself, anticipating some venom-tipped remark. Instead, he was gifted with a name. Beautiful and unique.  “Sirius. My name is Sirius, like-” “The star. Canis Major,” Remus interjected, eager to put his until now pointless knowledge to use.  Sirius smiled for a split second and then schooled his face into indifference, back to eyeing Remus in a suspicious way. “What’s a doctor doing in a church at,” he paused and glanced at his cell phone, “four in the morning?”  Angie.  For a moment, Remus paled and his breath caught in his throat. Feeling as if he were in a confessional booth, practically kneeling on the church floor, he found his lips moving on their own accord. “I lost a patient. Time of death, 2:41 AM,” he replied automatically, letting out a slow meditative breath and wetting his lower lip with the tip of his tongue. “Her mother asked me to light a candle for her.” 

Welp!! I feel like maybe everyone has already been tagged?? Feel free to join!

This one is a doozy, I keep thinking about it but I’m juggling fics like I belong in the circus 🤡 hellllpppp someone light a 🔥 under me

[emmalostinwonderland]

okay emma luv here's my request for the wip ask game

❤️ Butterflies and Tummy Aches (FirstPrince sense-share AU, chap 8)

Hello, darling!! I know you’re a Pip redemption arc fan (hard same) so I’m sorry to saddle you with him pre-redemption but wrapping up this scene at Kensington was next on my docket. Enjoy!

Henry pours hot water into his mug and carries it over to the seat next to his brother. Stirring in a spoonful of sugar, he glances over at Philip’s half-empty cup. He remembers a day when they both drank their tea unsweetened, back when he still believed his brother was his hero, and his chest aches a little. It feels like the divide between them grows wider by the hour. “How are things?” Philip doesn’t look up from whatever he’s typing away at on his phone. Probably another ridiculously stuffy email — some kind of most unfortunately your email has not found me well as it happens that my pillow was warm on both sides last night which greatly upset my esteemed patroness, Lady Catherine de Bourgh nonsense. Henry barely stifles a laugh as Philip answers. “Things are… fine. All’s well. The renovations should be done shortly, which will be right about time for Martha and I to begin trying for children.” “Kids?” Henry sets his mug down. “So soon? You’ve hardly been married a year…” “Long enough for Gran. We need heirs, in case you’ve forgotten.” Henry hums noncommittally. He thinks about his grandmother, about his own rapidly approaching future… about the boy in his bed.

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[kirythestitchwitch]

Klaroline WIP Wed - Waffle House AU - Kol Drinks Coffee (questionable)

Part One here Part Two here Part Three here Part Four here Part Five here

“Order your own,” she glared.  

“How can I when—”

“Oh sorry, Caroline!” Short June scooted up next to the table, pulling her pad and a pen from her apron. “Didn’t see you had company, and Marcy’s in the back.” She shook her short black bob out of her face and smiled at Kol. “What can I get you?”

Kol leaned one arm on the table and propped his head up on his hand. “Hello darling. What can you get me?” His smile was all charm.

Caroline kicked him under the table.

“Oh.” His smile bounced off June like a rubber ball. She pointed at the menus stacked behind the condiments at the end of the table by the window. “Menus are right there, I can come back after you’ve had a chance to look them over. Do you know what you want to drink?”

Caroline was having this horrible moment of kinship with Caroline Bingley in Pride and Prejudice—the 2005 version, her favorite—when she asked if they are soon to be beset by every Bennet in the countryside: was every Mikaelson in the area going to show up and personally annoy her?

“Oh, he’s not stay—” she started.

“Coffee would be excellent.” Kol’s smile followed June as she left, and then he turned back to Caroline. “That hurt, you know,” he pouted.

She ignored that. “So fine, you’re alive. Congrats! What are you doing here?” Déjà vu.

“Well for starters, I’m—oh marvelous, darling,” he said, as June stopped by with another mug, a dish of creamers, filled his cup up, and left.

“For starters,” he continued, “I’m having coffee in what the internet informs me is a staple of Southern Americana.”

“You googled Waffle House?” Caroline asked, momentarily distracted by that detail.

Kol began opening creamers and dumping them into his coffee until it was an astonishingly light color. “I google everything. It’s the only way to catch up after being in a box for—” he lifted a hand, silently counted a few fingers, “—ninety-six years.” Pulling six sugars out of the sweetener caddy, he ripped them open and dumped the lot in. Stirring his concoction with a spoon, he said, “I love YouTube. Learned how to drive from that.”

Caroline winced as he took a sip from his cup. Good thing vampires couldn’t get cavities. “Okay so your no doubt stellar driving aside, what are you doing here, bothering me? We’ve literally never said two words to each other.”

He smirked at her over the rim of his mug. “Is Rebekah the only one who’s allowed to visit now? My, that will twist Nik’s knickers.” He snickered at the alliteration.

She leaned back in the booth and crossed her arms. “Your evil sister—”

“She’s my only sister, the evil part is implied.” Picking up the menu, he perused his choices.

“—wasn’t visiting, she was interrupting my late night study session. The way you’re doing.” She glanced pointedly at her notebooks.

“Didn’t look much like studying.” Kol smiled now, with teeth. “Looked like hunting.”

[apomaro-mellow]

WIP Weekend

im just gonna go ahead and post everything ive written for my Buddy Daddies au bc my muse went up in smoke and idk when im ever gonna give this attention again

He let out a heavy breath and pushed some of his hair out of his face. Most of it was tied up in a bun. His hands were covered in leather gloves. The suit he wore was pitch black. Steve called it a uniform. Eddie called it a costume. Dressing up for a role made it easier to get in the mindset he needed. His back was against the wall leading into the warehouse as he checked his gun. Three bullets. Dammit he forgot to reload before leaving the apartment.

Three would have to do. There were only two guys anyway. He took another breath to harden himself and then ran in, only to immediately be under fire from more than three guys. 

“Your intel was complete shit Harrington!”, Eddie hissed, knowing his partner would hear him in his earpiece. He dove behind a stack of crates.

Then Eddie heard gunfire from above and grunts of pain. 

“My intel is flawless, Munson. You just don’t listen.”

Eddie peeked out to see two of the guys down and Steve raining gunfire from the rafters above. Eddie joined, eliminating all but the actual target. Steve swung down from a rope and Eddie rolled his eyes. He wasn’t going to comment on the guy’s swashbuckling act. He was already dressed like a guy from an 80’s cop flick. Tight jeans, shirt halfway unbuttoned, leather jacket on top. All he was missing was the sunglasses. 

All in all, it was ironic, given their actual career. The two of them walked to the center of the room where a man in a cheap suit whimpered on his knees.

“Please, please, I’ll tell you anything you want. I’ll DO anything you want!”

Steve smirked. “Sorry pal, you just happened to piss off the wrong gu-”

~The wheels are rollin’ rollin’, ey! The wheels are rollin’ rollin’, ey! The wheels are rollin’ rollin’, ey! The wheels are-

“Hello?”, Steve picked up his phone gun still trained on the man before him. 

When the guy tried to scramble away, Eddie fired a warning shot just inches from his foot. If that didn’t do the trick, then his glare definitely told him to stay still.

“Sorry, that was the tv, let me just turn that down”, Steve frowned at Eddie who frowned right back. “Hm? What about Melanie? She’s not feeling well? A temperature?” If possible, his frown towards Eddie deepened.

“She looked fine this morning when I dropped her off!”, Eddie said in his defense. “And we had to take this job!”

“What’s more important? Your job or your daughter!?”, Steve shrieked before speaking back on his phone. “I’m so sorry, we’ll be there to take her home right away.”

“You’re gonna make me the bad guy and I’m not the bad guy”, Eddie said as he shot the target in the stomach, causing him to groan.

“You are so in the doghouse, it’s not even funny”, Steve finished the job by shooting the target in the head. “Now come on! We’ve gotta get our kid!”

Steve walked ahead, making his way to Eddie’s bike. Eddie was shooting daggers at his head and he looked at his gun for a second.

“Don’t even waste your time. I know you’re empty”, Steve said as he mounted the bike.

Three months earlier…

Steve and Eddie sat in an empty bar. Eddie had his hair down and was dressed more casually in jeans and a leather jacket with pins. Behind the bar was a woman with short hair and suspenders.

“I do have a job for you guys, but it’s fine if you take a break, you know? It’s the holidays.”

“Assassins don’t take holidays, Robin”, Steve said. “Just give it to us.”

“Okay, I actually didn’t want you guys to take it on because…okay just look.” She took out a folder and Steve opened it.

Inside were documents related to the hit, which included a picture of the man they were supposed to kill. Steve froze and Eddie put his drink down mid-sip to look at it, a wide grin threatening to break his face in half.

“Oh, Buckley, Buckley, Big Bucks Buckley, I can’t believe you wanted to give this guy to someone else.”

“Don’t get too excited”, Steve grumbled.

He dropped the photo. The man in it shared an incredible likeness to Steve. 

Robin gave them the basics, the target, who he had pissed off, how much they’d get paid for taking care of him. But it was Steve’s job to figure out just how to do that. Luckily, he had a good enough handle on social cues and the perfect amount of charisma to get info from people. And sometimes that required sleeping with people.

Well, ‘required’ made it sound like he only did it for a job. Sure, as he woke up next to this woman and copied her work ID, it was to help with the assignment. But he would have enjoyed it otherwise. She was gorgeous. But he got what he wanted, so he slipped from her apartment silently, deep finished.

The operation would begin on Christmas Eve. Little did either man know, they’d be getting their own Christmas surprise.

The day of, Steve put on his disguise - Santa Claus. Normally he wouldn’t bother with something so elaborate, but Santa was the best camouflage this time of year. And a good beard was great for covering his identity. This time their hit would be having a party at their penthouse, organized by the wife. All Steve had to do was get past security with his Trojan horse of a cake.

Using the stolen credentials, Steve entered the building, and then the elevator, pushing a cart with a very large box on top of it. He didn’t realize he was being tailed until it began to rise.

“Hi Santa!”, a little voice piped up.

“Hm?” Steve looked on the other side of the box and saw a little girl. She couldn’t be any older than five, maybe not even that. “Uhh, hi?”

“Did you get my Christmas list?”, she asked.

“Well, of course I did”, Steve said, putting on a voice now. She must be the daughter of a tenant. Whatever. She’d get off on her floor and he wouldn’t have to deal with her anymore. Eddie should already be scaling the building, ensuring their exit point once they did the job.

“I can’t believe you’re here! Dontchu gotta be at the North Pole?”

“I’m here to deliver a present early”, Steve said.

She had brown hair with a slight curl to it and deep brown eyes. She was cute, he could admit. But he wasn’t able to do anything with cute right now. He got to the top floor and pulled the cart out of the elevator. 

“Do you know my Christmas wish?”, she asked, eyes still sparkling.

“O-of course I do”, Steve stammered a bit, not expecting her to follow him. He was in the hall and just a few doors down from where he needed to be. Maybe she got off because it was her floor too?

“Good! I came a suuuuper long way to find my daddy”, she said, putting her serious face on. “Can I have some cake?”

Steve looked at the cake atop the cart. Whipped cream frosting and fresh berries and powdered sugar. He commended her for taking this long to ask. And, well, Steve was a bit of a softie.

“Okay”, he whispered in a conspiratorial way. “Just one little taste.”

She clapped her hands and Steve picked her up so she could swipe her finger against the side. She licked the cream off with an ‘mmmm!’ and he set her back down.

“I’m in position”, Eddie said over his comm.

Steve looked away as he replied, “Roger that. Dropping off the package now.”

He thought he heard the giggling fade and maybe even some footsteps pad away.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ARI MY UTMOST BELOVED I NEED YOU TO KNOW THAT EVERY SINGLE FIC ON THAT WIP LIST MADE ME GENUINELY GO INSANE BUT I’LL REFRAIN FROM ASKING ABOUT ALL OF THEM (but know that if i could . I WOULD) BUT . let me ask abt a few of them if you don’t mind hehehehe 🙂‍↕️🤭 OKAY SO.

be still my foolish heart (don't ruin this on me)

- so you decided to give childhood friends to lovers uni au w a pining/jealousy trope (one of my all time favs btw) A HOZIER LYRIC AS THE TITLE??? ALMOST )SWEET MUSIC) WAHHHHHHH

consider the hairpin turn

- i like to think of myself as the biggest proponent and number one supporter of BFB!kenny……… like so much so that i literally think of it weekly…….. AND W THE SIKEN QUOTE TOO I’M GOING FERALLLLLLLLL

i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door

- another hozier lyric (FROM EDEN YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS) and the fact that its TACTICIAN!KENJAKU??? YOUR BRAIN IS SO BIG AND SEXY ARI…… him as a tactician is PERFECT i feel like he’s so maomao’s dad coded already (i love tacticians :3)

((also please know i’m also looking VERY lovingly at merguru, wolf!geto red riding hood au, and the naoya x reader fic… i love that siken quote so fucking much <3 ok ari i love you and your brain you’re consistently the most genius person on this site and i’m so sorry this got so long feel free to only answer what you want out of it hehe :3 I LOVE YOU I’M SENDING YOU LOTS OF LOVE 🙂‍↕️🩷)

- @gothsuguru <333 MWAH! tell the mice i said hello :3

KAIROOOOO MY ANGEL MY BABY!!!!! never ever apologize, i knewwww you were gonna ask about these and i’m SO excited to ramble :33c

THE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS SEQUEL IS ENTIRELY FOR ARIKAIRO NATION BTWWWWW those two are our beloveds …… BUT YES THE HOZIER LYRICS. not that i’ve heard thaaat many hozier songs but :’3 that one is my favorite!!!!! and i thought those lyrics fit childhood friend!sugu so well …. because in this fic it’s his turn to be a little unsure and scared >:3 lots of jealousy and pining and being afraid that you’ll start dating some uni guy and forget all about him….. scared of ruining your friendship by confessing…….. but his heart won’t stop beating when you’re around and he doesn’t know how to control it :< hehehe….. they’re both so smitten and devoted, i can’t wait for you to read this one 🥹🥹 here’s a sneak peek for my baby of all time !!!!!!!

AND THEN THE BFB!KENNY FIC . another arikairo special ….. hehe i am SO excited for this one truly!!!!! i’m super super nervous too because it’s probably the fic i care most about 🥹 so i want it to be the best….. but the outline is hard…….. and i’m scared….. BUT I REALLY AM SO EXCITED bfb!kenny is our boyfriend always and forever . teasing little shit. AND OFCCC THE SIKEN QUOTE ‼️‼️ the whole fic (and especially the brothers’ dynamic) is super inspired by you are jeff :33 one of them wants to take you apart, the other wants to stitch you back together… hehe…

but yes … !!! this fic is . soooo dense when it comes to lore and dynamics and backstory and narrative .. 😭 it’s worse than merguru and that one is already kicking my ass so . yeah . it’ll take a while for me to finish but knowing you’ll be there to read it makes everything feel more worth it 🫂 I LOVE YOUUU!!!!

ANDDDD THEN FINALLY :3c tactician!kenny….. kit is actually the person who came up with this concept so it’s her brain you should be praising, this is genuinely …. theeee most genius concept ever and it has me in a chokehold :’))) IT’S SO TASTY . he is theee slimiest most manipulative tactician Of All Time and i adore him for it …………. this fic fits into one of my fav dynamics ever, which is just. kind, benevolent ruler and their slimy right hand man 💀 bonus points if they are wholly devoted to each other which is basically the case here …. kenjaku might be detached and might be using reader but they’re also ferociously territorial over them . kit mentioned how kenjaku would behead people for calling his king weak and that’s just SO ?????? TASTY??????? in AWE of her brain always and forever .

ahh and the hozier lyrics !!!!!! i wasn’t actually sure what to title this fic so i was looking through lyrics of songs i enjoy ….. and the ones from from eden are all very monarch!reader/tactician!kenny coded :3c but i like the one with the slithering the most because kenny is truly soooo snake coded in this .

BUT YES !!!!! wahhhh i ended up rambling a lot but i hope this was coherent, thank you for asking about them my angel 🥺 you’re always so sweet and enthusiastic and ily . SOOOOO excited to dig my teeth into all your wips too :3333 mwah !!!!!

ask me about my wips !! <33

[thorneswife]

what's your favorite rare pair? Or just non canon in general. Mine are winlet and cressder

hi hello 👋 sorry it took me so long to answer this :)

1. my FAVORITE rarepair on non-canon-pairing is Cinder/Thorne 😭 I’m obsessive over them. absolutely feral. I love them so much it hurts. they suit each other so well and accept each other for who they are and are the original crime chaos duo 🥲

they have such a casual familiarity with one another and yet they’d give their lives for each other. do you understand? do you see what I’m seeing??

I’m always advocating for changing the ship name to Captlinh actually

I’ve also written three fanfics for them !! 🎉

paint me bruises in the shape of you

everything lost gets found

simple geometry, or something (unrequited)

2. my second fave non-canon-pairing is Jacin/Cress!! it’s just so good—their dynamic—you don’t—I can’t—I’m literally—it’s SO GOOD—I’m crying

I can’t even explain it. it’s like, both of them love someone else and want someone else but they have this unspoken connection they can’t escape. there’s a tinge of forbidden love to it that is so so delicious 👉👈

I have a friend with a wip where they develop feelings for one while she’s hiding on Luna. they follow through with it but Jacin chooses Winter in the end. Cress is left feeling dirty and ashamed and realizes love is so much more complicated than she ever could have imagined. I can’t articulate to you how much this concept HAUNTS me. I nEED her to finish writing it I can’t even I’m being so real right now.

also, there’s this potential for angst/tension because Jacin KNEW ABOUT CRESS and he did NOTHING and that’s so interesting and compelling. Cress could feel betrayal when she has no right to because they don’t know each other and Jacin owes her nothing but he COuLd have done something and didn’t. I actually wrote a fic exploring this concept:

it’s in the details

plus this one: simple geometry, or something (if you squint)

3. third place goes to SCARLET/THORNE!! because they hate each other and it’s so funny. like the idea that they get together and all their friends don’t get it but they can’t quit each other. like Scarlet HATES him but he, being woman-crazy is attracted to her instantly. he tries to get under her skin and HE DOES every time and she’s so quick to fall for it. it would be purely physical for Scarlet but since Thorne is so sentimental he falls HARD for her

I wrote this fic detailing this very thing:

the kind that leaves me wanting

and lastly you didn’t ask and prolly don’t care but mini rant incoming:

I wish the TLC fandom was less judgey about shipping things that aren’t canon because then more casual enjoyers of Cinwell (and other pairings) would be more comfortable to write fanfic and make fanart and talk about it in general. and that would be so fun! and interesting! I have TWO SEPARATE tumblr besties that love Cinwell and will talk about it all day long in private messages but are genuinely anxious about being public about their love for the ship because they don’t want to be judged or low-key bullied/canceled over it.

this fandom has a strange culture where one rando person will post an unpopular or unique take/opinion that gets like 3 notes and then popular TLC blogs will passive aggressively make a post dragging that account’s opinions. it’s high key wild. like why are you so insecure about your ship/views? that you feel the need to be validated by your anon following? and it comes across as so self righteous like they know the series better or love it better or have the Correct Opinion. makes me go insane. makes me feral

okay rant over.

anyway, thank you for asking! I love to hear that you have favorite rarepairs! that’s so cool, you’re literally so cool for that. like can I compliment you? on being cool?

[cariantha]

War and Peace

Book: Open Heart, Book 2, Chapter 13 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: General Warning: This fic contains several metaphors related to war, bombs, and explosives. It may be triggering to those sensitive to that imagery. Category: Angsty Fluff Word count: 3K Summary: Sawyer is overwhelmed when she returns to Edenbrook for the first time after the attack and Ethan struggles with his emotions when Louise ends up in the E.R. (CH13 Rewrite) A/N: This is the first fic that I ever attempted to write. It has been sitting in my WIP folder ⅔ complete for quite some time and I am so happy to finally finish it. There’s also a pretty good chance I’m on an FBI watchlist now after some of the Google searches I did for this one.😝

The charges had been set. Anyone who wandered into this field would most certainly succumb to injury. And it wasn’t long before the first mine was tripped. 

“I have to get back to work.” 

“That was your mom, Ethan. She nearly died. You can take a minute. It’s okay–”

“No it isn’t. There are patients that need me much more than she does.”

The blowback from the door slamming stunned her and with the firefight continuing on the other side, Sawyer sheltered in the dimly lit on-call room.  

“Dr. Ramsey!” the nurse shouted, “I was just about to page you. There’s a patient in the E.R. requesting to speak with you.”    

“I don’t have any patients in that unit. Have another doctor follow up,” he said gruffly as he continued to walk down the hall in the opposite direction. 

“But she says she’s your moth-" 

He abruptly cut her off while spinning around to face her. “I don’t give a damn what she said! I told you to find someone else!” 

Turning on his heel he stormed off as the blast wave rippled to all in the detonation zone causing shock and horror.    

Ethan climbed the emergency stairs to the fifth floor. “God dammit!” he shouted as he paused on the landing. Placing both hands on the wall, he hung his head and took a couple deep breaths before pushing himself off and exiting onto the floor.  

Rage permeated from him as he stormed down the hall to his office. Passersby took cautious steps not wanting to wander into enemy territory. All but the oblivious intern who ignored their silent waves of warning. With a flashbang, the chart Dr. Garrison thrust toward Ethan flew like shrapnel into the air.  

Finally making it to his safe house, he slammed the door and let out a shuddering sigh of relief to be alone at last.  

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Having surveyed some of the destruction, Naveen approached the door to Ethan’s office. Demonstrating true bravery, he didn’t wait for an invitation to enter, taking a seat across from his mentee. 

“Do you need something?” Ethan asked, annoyed and not looking up from his computer.  

“I came to ask you that question. I understand your mother was brought to the E.R. earlier today. I’m so sorry, that must have been quite the shock.”

Eyes still trained on the screen, Ethan avoided Naveen’s worrisome gaze. “Naveen, I appreciate your concern, but I’m not in the mood to discuss this,” he said. Forcing his eyes closed for a moment, “I… can’t right now.”

“I understand, son. I know you well enough to not force it. And you know if there is anything I can help with-" 

“I know,” Ethan interjected.  

“Good. Now, there was another reason I came to visit. I heard Sawyer was here today,” Naveen smiled.

“Yes, she brought her landlord to the clinic,” Ethan stated, still avoiding eye contact.

“How’s she doing? Is she still around? I’d like to say a proper hello.”

“Uh… I’m not sure,” he said ashamedly.  

Naveen didn’t miss the subtle change as Ethan’s demeanor shifted from irritation to guilt.

“Does Sawyer know about Louise?” 

“Yes. She was with me in the E.R.” 

Naveen noticed a slight wince.

“Hmm, why does it feel like you are leaving out an important piece of information?”  

Ethan groaned deeply and leaned back in his chair. “Only that I’m an asshole,” he mumbled, tilting his face up toward the ceiling.  

“Yes, that is what most people are calling you after the incidents with Nurse Sara and Dr. Garrison this morning.” With an exasperated sigh Naveen continued. “Please don't tell me you blew up on Sawyer too.”

“She followed me when I left the E.R. She wanted to talk about it and I didn’t. I lost my temper and stormed off. I let the door slam in her face.”

“Ethan, you experienced something traumatic today and you are entitled to your feelings. But don’t misdirect your anger, son, especially to those who care deeply for you. Sawyer’s already in such a fragile state. You and I both know she only wanted to make sure you were okay, and be there to support you, as you have done for her,” Naveen admonished.  

“I know,” he said frustrated, getting a disappointed look from his mentor. “I’m sorry. I know.”  

“It’s not me you need to apologize to.”

When Ethan didn’t respond, Naveen pressed on, “She’s not your mother, Ethan, don’t push her away. You’ve given her plenty of opportunity to move on, but she’s remained by your side. You need to trust her.”

“I do trust her,” Ethan countered.

“With your secrets, and perhaps even with your life, but you need to trust her with your heart too.”  

Ethan took a deep breath and nodded, silently acknowledging his mentor’s advice.  

“Well then...” Naveen clapped his hands together and stood, “I don’t think I have to tell you to clean up the rest of your mess later. And if you see my grand-mentee, tell her to come find me. There is so much gossip I need to catch her up on.”

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The steady ticking in her chest began the moment she decided to accompany Farley to the free clinic. As the day wore on, the ticks grew louder with each of her interactions. First with Ethan and Louise, then Esme and Levi. Butting heads with Sienna over her treatment of Mitch, signaled the final countdown.  

She could try to disarm this bomb by cutting one of the wires. The right one would mean safety in the arms of the man who’s been at her side these past few weeks. The only one who knows what she needs to avoid the impending disaster. The wrong one, however, would mean game over. Chewing on her thumbnail, she considered the possible outcomes. Given Ethan’s current volatility, it was just too great a risk to go to him. Instead she would find a place where this bomb could detonate with minimal casualties. With time running out, she headed toward the lab to see if she could expedite the test results for her only patient.  

A short while later, having updated Farley on his lab work and course of treatment, Sawyer made her way to the nurses’ station to drop off his chart. Scribbling notes as she walked, she paused momentarily to sign the paperwork. As she looked up, her eyes fell to the window of an all too familiar room. The ticking that plagued her throughout the day suddenly stopped, followed by an eerie moment of silence before… BOOM! 

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Naveen stood at the nurses’ station. As he listened to Maureen share the latest details about Dr. Wen’s bitter divorce, he noticed Sawyer from the corner of his eye. His excitement to greet her immediately turned to concern. 

“Excuse me for one moment, Maureen,” he interrupted, pausing their conversation.

Frozen in place, and eyes locked on the view in front of her, Naveen watched Sawyer’s chest rise and fall as if she had just finished running a marathon. It didn’t take but a second to realize what drew her gaze. She stared through the window into the patient room previously used by the diagnostics team. The room. 

As if she were taking enemy fire to the chest, she took several stumbling steps backward until her shoulders hit the wall, sliding slowly down to the ground.

Naveen walked urgently in Sawyer’s direction with Maureen in tow.    

Like a wounded soldier, Sawyer was slumped against the wall. The color in her face ashen, eyes frozen, pupils dilated and sweat beading at her hairline. A trembling hand clutched the blue fabric over her heart.   

Before kneeling down at her side, Naveen whispered to Maureen. “Go find Ethan. I think he’s still in his office.”

Maureen nodded and hurried down the hall.

“Oh my dear girl, it’s okay. You’re safe,” he said, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“I… I ca-can’t… br-eathe,” she panted, “my… ch-ch-chest… h-hurts.”

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The battering ram at his door immediately put him on the defensive.  

“Dr. Ramsey?”

“This better be an emergency,” he hollered.

“It is,” she called back.  

Ethan cracked the door open to see Maureen’s eye focused down the hall.

“What is it?” he demanded, poking his head out the door to see what held her attention.

“It’s Dr. Brooks. Come quick.” 

Suddenly on a rescue mission, Ethan’s long and purposeful strides carried him to the opposite end of the hall in an instant. Providing cover, and intent on getting her to safety, he pushed past the nurses and interns that were now crowded around.

“There’s no show here. Get back to work!” he shouted, squatting down to her level. 

“Sawyer?” He gave her a moment to react before trying again. “Sawyer, look at me.”

Shell shocked, she couldn’t register anything but the frustrated demand of someone still upset with her earlier meddling, and upset now for not being able to control her emotions in public. So she hid her eyes in her hands and postured her body away from him. 

Not realizing he was on the same side of this fight, she fired her shot.  “Please…go…awaaay,” she cried out. 

Wounded, he looked desperately to Naveen.

The older doctor politely gestured for Ethan to take a step back. 

“Sawyer, take my hand… that’s it… now take a deep breath… that’s a girl… and another,” Naveen encouraged.  

Nursing his wound from the sideline, Ethan anxiously tapped his foot and combed his fingers through his hair. It took all his restraint not to force his way in, scoop her up, and carry her somewhere safe.

Naveen and Maureen eventually helped her stand and walked her to a nearby patient room. Maureen drew the blinds, as Naveen helped her settle onto the bed. 

“I’m sorry,” Sawyer whispered.

He held her hand and looked into her bloodshot eyes. “Don’t you dare apologize. You did nothing wrong. Do you hear me?”

As Naveen checked her vitals, he noticed how her eyes drifted to the open door where Ethan paced back and forth. “He’s very worried about you.”

“No,” she shook her head, “he’s angry with me, and I really can’t handle that right now.” 

“Oh my dear, I promise you he’s not,” he assured, offering her some tissues. “He told me about how he treated you this morning. He is not angry with you. Not at all. He was angry about Louise and unfairly took it out on you, and I nearly knocked him upside the head for it...” 

A small laugh escaped as she wiped her nose.

“But I didn’t because he was already beating himself up far more than I ever could. He knows he was wrong and needs to apologize.”

She looked into the hall again. Ethan leaned against the wall with his head tilted up to the ceiling, a worrisome expression on his face. Naveen followed her gaze again.

“He was like this the night we thought we were going to lose you. He's scared, Sawyer. He needs to know you’re okay.”

Ethan stood in the hall feeling like a prisoner of war. He kept glancing into the room hoping that Naveen would negotiate a release and that Sawyer would finally spare him of this torture.

Deciding to wave the white flag, “Would you ask him to come in, Naveen?” she asked.

“Of course, dear. I’ll give you two some time alone, but I’ll be just down the hall. Let me know if you need anything. Anything at all.”

Naveen walked into the hallway. He shared a few quiet words with Ethan, squeezing his arm in support before walking away.

As Ethan cautiously entered the room, their eyes met, both glistening with unshed tears. Sawyer held out her hand to encourage him to come closer.

Responding quickly, Ethan took a couple steps to the side of the bed and grasped her hand tightly.

Sawyer pulled him down into a tight hug, tears of relief soaking his cheek and shirt. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, pulling back to assess her condition.

She nodded, a few more tears escaping.  

As Ethan wiped them away from her cheek, he practically begged, “What can I do?”

Sawyer scooted over and patted the side of the bed. “Will you lie down with me?”

Ethan took his place, cradling her in his arms just as he did that gut-wrenching night a few weeks ago. He waited until her heartbeat returned to a normal rhythm and the tension in her muscles relaxed. “Do you want to talk about it?” he finally asked.

“I only meant to bring my landlord to the clinic and then leave. It was just supposed to be a quick in-and-out. I thought I could soldier through. But then Farley was admitted, and your mom was brought in, and my intern…” she trailed off. 

“And of course, you were thinking more about everyone else than yourself,” Ethan thought to himself as he stroked her hair. 

“I started to feel really anxious and that I should go home, and I was on my way out, but then I found myself in front of that room. And the flashbacks were so…” she shook her head. “I-I couldn’t move… or breathe," her voice trembled. “It felt like it was happening all over again.”

Ethan couldn’t possibly hold her closer, but he tried anyway. “You’re safe. It’s all over now,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head. "I won’t let anything happen to you. You’ll always be safe with me, Rookie.”

Sawyer choked back a sob knowing he spoke the truth. After a moment of lying quietly in each other’s arms, she murmured into his chest. “I’m sorry, Ethan.”

“What on earth do you have to be sorry for?” 

“For telling you to go away, for shutting you out. If I hurt you, I’m sorry. I thought you were still mad at me for pushing you to talk about your mom. And I’m sorry for making a scene out there, I didn’t mean to add to your burdens today.”

“First of all, I deserved it. I’m the one who shut you out. Quite literally when I walked out of the on-call room and let the door slam shut. Second, I don’t give a shit about any scene. The only thing I care about is that you’re okay.” 

He lifted her chin until he could look her in the eye. "Sawyer, I am the one that needs to apologize. Not you. I feel terrible that my behavior contributed to your anxiety. This thing with Louise caught me off guard. I'm sorry for taking my frustrations out on you. You of all people didn't deserve it. I was never angry with you. I acted like a... what was it you called me that one time?” 

She allowed herself a quiet laugh recalling the memory. “A diva.”

“Yes,” he chuckled before resuming a more serious tone. “I’m sorry for being guarded earlier. It’s not my intention to shut you out, Soe. It’s just what I’ve been used to. It’s not an excuse, but after Louise left, I took care of myself. I didn’t want to rely on anyone for anything. No expectations, no disappointment. I guess it’s a hard habit to break after twenty-five years.”  

Taking his hand, she weaved her fingers with his and smiled up at him. “If you show me your battle scars, I’ll show you mine.” Then speaking softly, “You know you can trust me, right?”

“I know. And, I do. I promise I’ll be better. You deserve better," he answered. 

Sawyer squeezed their joined hands. She was about to say something but stopped herself when she felt him swallow hard and sniff a couple times. Craning her neck back, she saw Ethan holding back tears. “Hey,” she said, waiting for him to turn and look at her, “what is it?”

As the emotional toll of the day finally caught up with him, Ethan exhaled deeply trying to keep composed. “This war that wages within me… you’ve seen the wreckage… and somehow you still manage to see the good parts too,” he quickly swept away a tear that threatened to fall from the corner of his eye. “It just overwhelms me the way you care… and after all that I’ve put you through, that you haven’t given up on me yet.” 

With tears rolling down her own cheeks again, Sawyer replied, “I can say the same about you. I mean I’m already a pain in the ass, but since the attack I’ve been a complete mess. I’ve been clingy and needy because you make me feel so safe, and the only times I feel at peace are when you’re near. And I worry all the time that I’ve become this huge burden…” her voice cracked, “and that might make you go AWOL again.”

Ethan shook his head in disagreement. “Please don’t worry about such things, Soe. You are not a burden.” He took the sides of her face into his hands. “Listen, you and I both know I’ll probably do and say stupid things in the future that I’ll have to apologize for, but I promise you, I will never intentionally hurt you like that again.” 

“And I can’t promise that things won’t be hard, or that we will always agree, or be on the same page. But, Ethan, I can promise that as long as you are trying, I’m staying.” Seeing the relief in his eyes, she offered him a loving smile. “So what do you say? Seal these promises with a kiss?”

Ethan wasted no time bringing her lips to his.

“Can I take you home? To my place that it is.”

“I’d like that.”

“Before we go, I need to track a couple people down and extend some peace offerings.”

“Okay.”

“If you don’t want to be alone, I can ask Naveen to come back. Or call Sienna?”

“Naveen, if he’s available. Tell him that I need for him to come and spill the tea.”

“O-kay,” he said with a raised eyebrow.

“He’ll understand.”

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Hey, Bods!! Hope you're doing well. Don't forget to get some rest <3

🤩a WIP snippet about or with dialogue from Eiffel? If you don’t have one for that character, choose someone else!

❓ any WIP snippet you want!

😔published lines or a section of a fic that was super sad, angsty, or difficult to write?

😍 published lines or a section of a fic that you loved writing?

🤩a WIP snippet about or with dialogue from Eiffel? If you don’t have one for that character, choose someone else!

Hm. Sadly, posting long passages for Eiffel gives stuff away. But I'll give what I got:

“Hello…?” repeated Doug. “You okay, Miranda?”

“Hm?” asked Miranda. “Oh…I’m…I’m good. Super.”

But she felt anything but super.

And then here is another one:

“Years ago, I was a nobody. Just a guy working at Pizza Hut who liked drinking beer and smoking cigarettes at the end of a long day. But when I got shocked by a radioactive communications tower, my life changed forever.”

❓ any WIP snippet you want!

Here's one with some Nicholas, Violet, and John content. I hope you like how I'm writing them!

“So, Nick, do you mind if I call you Nick?” asked John.

“Not at all, it’s fine,” said Nicholas, trying to ignore the guilt he was feeling and the fact that while he loved the nickname and how close he already felt to John and Violet, the only person he could ever recall giving him a nickname was his brother.

😔published lines or a section of a fic that was super sad, angsty, or difficult to write?

Any passage where Garrison has forgotten the friendship she had with Milligan and Curtain and believes they want to or would hurt her. I mean, Curtain would, but he wouldn't think of it like that. I loved writing these, but man are they sad.

There's this one from SOS chapter 14:

“Please,” Milligan finally said, taking a step towards the woman, who whimpered and backed away from him, “I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to know where Kate is and what you’ve done to her.”

Garrison tentatively looked up at him. He looked more hurt than angry. Even though Garrison knew he should be angry with her. 

There's this one from SOS chapter 28:

It was then that Garrison noticed that Curtain was looking at her. She’d been so caught up in her own memories and feelings, she hadn’t noticed.

But now she realized her fatal mistake.

She’d whispered the name out loud. She hadn’t been trying to, but she had. And Curtain knew who this Niles person was. He remembered whatever had happened, and even worse, worse than all of that, he knew that this was too much for her. That Garrison, at last, could no longer do her job.

Which meant she was no longer of any use to him. She was disposable.

😍 published lines or a section of a fic that you loved writing?

The lines about Curtain and Pedalian (SQ's bio dad)'s friendship. Curtain tries to hard to stay a loner, but he just can't help but want companionship.

“I have plans,” replied Curtain, about to slam the door in his face, when Pedalian interrupted him.

 “What plans?” he asked, and Curtain suddenly felt ashamed to admit that he would be spending the holiday alone, even as he told himself that he had no reason to feel that way.

He glanced down at Pedalian, who was staring at him expectantly.

“I… I don’t know,” he finally answered, giving in, “What dishes would you need me to bring?”

Pedalian smiled, unable to contain his excitement. “Any you want, the more the merrier!” he exclaimed.  

“Well, don’t get too excited, I’m not able to stay for long. See you tomorrow” Curtain said, finally closing the door.

Thanks for the ask! Sorry it took so long!