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deakyjoe · 14 days ago
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Men I’m convinced I could pull:
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petelel · 10 months ago
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magickcandie · 1 year ago
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Gardner Langway (Dear Sidewalk)
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(Unrelated to fanfic) I make wallpapers
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deanscroissant · 2 years ago
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has this fandom died out?? i miss writing about joe and pat murray and gardner like-
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reapers-lover · 1 year ago
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People I currently write for!
If you plan to make a request please look and make sure it is someone I still write for, my hyperfixations change a lot so soon I once wrote about I may not write about anymore! Please keep this in mind as you make a request and if you have a question about this list please let me know! Please know I am fine with writing smut and anything else for all of these people/ characters!
•last updated November 23 2024
☆Musicians☆
Stray kids
Enhypen
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Severus snape?
Draco malfoy
☆Book Characters☆
Aaron Warner
Nate Hawkins
Henery Turner
Russ Callaghan
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zodiyack · 2 years ago
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Love At First Package
Pairing: Gardner Langway x Fem!Reader
Warnings: fluffffff
Words: 843
Request: Could I request a fluffy Gardner Langway x fem. reader long oneshot where reader wakes up and hears giggling and finds Gardner in the living room playing with their 2 little girls and reader just gushes over how good of a father Gardner is to their girls and while she’s watching her little family, reader thinks back to how she met Gardner from him being her mailman and it was love at first sight?
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Waking to the sound of laughter, she bolts upright and her hands fall onto the bed next to her sides for support. Noticing the lack of another body weight in the bed, she turns to see that Gardner is nowhere to be found. The giggles continue, a high pitch voice as well as some chuckles from a deeper voice. Gardner's voice.
It clicks as she rubs her eyes, a small smile on her lips as she thinks of her baby girls and husband. It had been a few years since she'd given birth to the most recent bundle of joy, Sammy. Two year old Sammy and five year old Alyssia were quite the handful, but with Gardner, she somehow survived.
Getting out of the bed and waking to the living room, her smile grows at the sight she's greeted with. Gardner, in his mailman uniform, is on his knees, Lyssie on his back and Sammy being chased by the duo. Y/N crosses her arms and leans against the wall, deciding she'd rather watch her happy trio a bit longer.
Gardner wasn't the most outgoing person, but his girls got the most energy and attention any of his coworkers had ever seen him put into another human being.
As she thought about his change with becoming a father, her mind drifted further back down memory lane.
The shy, antisocial mailman sighed as he looked at the letters in his hands. He loved his job, he loved stamps, and he loved the routine of his route. Walking to the next house on said route, he noticed a woman sitting by the front door, a box in her lap and a worried look strewn across her features.
"Excuse me?" She spoke when he came into her vision. Her voice was sweet like honey, sending a chill down his spine.
"Yes?"
"Someone left this on my porch, but I'm afraid it's not the right address. I'd hate to have this package not reach it's rightful owner. Do you think you could deliver it?"
A small smirk met his face. What a decent citizen. He nodded and walked over to her to collect the box. However, he froze just as he approached, his face mere inches from her own. He gulped. What was this feeling?
She appeared to feel it too, the way her face flushed as she averted her gaze. They stood there for a few moments before she handed the mailman the box. "Thank you..."
"Gardner. And I'm assuming your name is..." he checked the envelope in his hand, the address reading the same as the one he was at currently, "Y/N?"
Her face flushed again before she nodded. "Yep, that's me."
That's when Gardner did something he never did. He handed Y/N her mail in person. The second their fingers touched, he felt a strange chill run over him, a shiver throughout his body. It wasn't an unpleasant shiver. Rather, it was one he wished to feel again.
"Thank you, Gardner."
With a nod, he turned to walk away. Before he made it past her fence line, he stopped and looked back, "Same time tomorrow?"
The seventeenth time, he'd been counting, that he dropped off her mail, she wasn't home. He'd started hand-delivering hers, just to feel that spark again. A part of him felt down. He couldn't experience it with her being gone, no, but that wasn't the only reason. He'd felt sad that his favorite stop on his route was nowhere to be found for the day. Dare he say, he missed her.
Hesitantly, Gardner stuffed the envelopes in her mailbox. He tried to stall for time, fiddling with his bag, resorting the letters he'd put in the box. Eventually, he realized she just wasn't there, and continued on his route. He cursed himself when he noticed how much time he'd wasted while on the job- he was never late, never missed a box, never forgot a letter. Was breaking his good streak for her really worth it...?
He thought back to that question when he kissed her for the first time. The answer? Yes. It was worth it all, and he'd gladly do it again.
"Hey you." Smiled Gardner. The moment he addressed her, their kiddies whipped around and ran towards their mother.
"Momma!!" They squealed with joy, and a little too much energy for such a lazy morning.
Regardless of her current state of conscious, she returned their smiles and lifted both of the girls up, one on each hip and a loving peck on each of their heads. Then came Gardner's "loving peck", to which the girls audibly complained about, eliciting chuckles from the couple.
Looking back, she's glad she collaborated with the neighbor to make a package that would give her the courage to talk to the cute mailman. After all, she got two beautiful girls and a loving husband out of it. Of course, Gardner lost it, laughing so hard he held his sides when he found out, and he hasn't stopped teasing her since.
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ursogreat · 2 years ago
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The scammers that got into Joe's account and then Brian's account.
PLEASE BE CAREFUL DON'T TRUST ANYONE ASKING YOU FOR ANYTHING
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scrapbuuk · 1 year ago
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Langwai Island, 2008
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sosayset · 2 years ago
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I’d say we’re glad you’re here, but I don’t like to speak for others.  I am glad you’re abouts, I love following you, I don’t think I’m alone, and all of that is good.  Just like Wil Wheaton Becky, you do not disappoint in the slightest as a celeb.  Keep on being awesome. 
PS- Go Caps!! (As a card carrying member of Rod Langway’s Kids Club, I LOVE that you are also a fan.)
Hi Lynda if I may ask, how did you get inspired to come to tumblr?
It was @teamlynda’s fault. Just kidding… My son had a travel photography Tumblr years ago that I would keep up with, but that was the extent of my Tumblr experience until recently.
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best1spor1player · 1 year ago
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The Capitals have been home to many talented players throughout their history, including Alex Ovechkin, Nicklas Backstrom, Rod Langway, and Peter Bondra, among others. The team continues to compete in the NHL, aiming for further success and providing exciting hockey for their fans
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queenmylovely · 5 years ago
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The Fourth Stage
Summary: Gardner langway x fem!reader. Gardner meets someone new along his route. 
Word Count: 7.3k
Warnings: mentions of death, grief, depression, angst, cussing 
A/N: This is what I wrote for my first request. It’s much darker than anything I’ve ever wrote but I tried to be as true to the request and grief as I could. Also it’s in kind of a headcanon format but it’s over 7k words so idk. I hope you like what I wrote, and any feedback including likes, replies, and reblog are greatly appreciated!
Request: Something where Gardner falls for a PoC woman who’s emotionally broken
Disclaimer: I am not Black nor do I claim to know or understand the experience of Black people or Black women specifically. I was requested to write this by an anon that requested something with a PoC woman. I welcome constructive criticism for any part of my characterization of Reader. (I will not be accepting and will delete and block any racist hate.)
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You moved into your dad’s house in May, a month after he died.
It was a sudden heart attack at work, but apparently your dad had a will, so you inherited his house. Because you wanted to keep it in good condition and didn’t have anything tying you to your current place, you moved.
You hadn’t done anything with his things so all of your boxes were piled into the garage and you lived with his stuff instead.
His death had wrecked you, and you had quit your stupid summer job because doing anything but laying down seemed impossible.
While he hadn’t been a rich man, he had left enough money that this was possible for summer; something that you would have thought was lucky if the thought of anything related to his death being lucky didn’t make you sick.
You spent all day everyday in your bed, maybe making it to the kitchen once or twice but only for saltines and peanut butter out of the jar or a can of cold chili.
The highlight of your day, if you could call it that, was taking the hottest shower you could, in an effort to feel something other than the dull ache that was knowing your dad was dead.
But all it did was leave your skin dry and stinging, the slight pain only making you feel worse because you knew it was nothing compared to what your dad had felt.
Your mom called once a week, but since you had been raised by your dad after their divorce, she had little to say and you sat silent while she tried to think of things that would cause any reaction in you other than a grunt or sigh.
About a week after you moved in, as you’re laying in bed, eyes closed but sleep never reaching you, you hear something that you had noticed the day before.
It was the sound of footsteps approaching your door followed by a metal creak and then footsteps retreating again.
Most of the time, you were too lost in your head to notice the outside world, but it just so happened that yesterday you were walking to your kitchen when it had happened and when the sound repeated itself today, you took notice.
The next day, without realizing you had been waiting for it, you heard the sound again.
After it repeated the following day, you looked at the clock, reading 3:25pm.
On the fifth day you realized it must be the sound of the mail deliverer because when you collected the mail that night at 2:00am, the mailbox made the same creaking sound.
Soon, it became a comfort to hear that sound because of how consistent it was. Part of you wondered how the mail carrier was so exact with their timing, but for the most part you didn’t really care.
Three weeks later you found yourself moving from your bed to the couch around 3:00pm and you didn’t really know why until you heard the sound. It was louder since the door wasn’t separated by any walls.
When 3:24pm rolled around everyday, you held your breath in anticipation, letting it out as soon as you heard the steps coming up the walk.
Another week later, you moved from the couch at 3:15pm, sitting against the door with a blanket until you heard the sound.
From this position, you could hear the person’s fingers against the paper of the envelopes as they grabbed them from the bag.
The next day you jump when the person coughed as they walked away; it was the first sound that really affirmed to you that it was another person outside the door.
Three days later the person sneezed just after the metal creak and you realized it was a guy.
You whispered, “Bless you” out of habit, though you knew that he would never know you said it.
Three days later, it wasn’t enough. Hearing his breathing and coughing and sneezing everyday was both too much and not enough to hear from this person you had never seen before.
You needed to make sure this person was real. Needed to know it wasn’t just the ghost of your own mind or a side effect of only sleeping in hour intervals and eating just twice a day on good days.
So, on a random Tuesday, you stood up at 3:23pm, swaying a bit from the head-rush that you got and tried to keep yourself from hyperventilating as you waited for two excruciating minutes.
When you heard the footsteps, but before the metal creak, you opened the door quickly, startling the person on your front step. He’s holding your mail in one hand and your eyes zeroed in on that and you reached out, grabbing the letters from him.
You closed the door just as fast but made sure it closed softly before dropping the mail on the floor and running back to your room.
Gardner stood on your front step, a little dumbfounded by what had just happened.
A couple of customers on his route knew when he delivered their mail, but usually they talked to him if they did.
He figured you weren’t trying to be rude though, with the gentle way you had taken the mail and closed the door. Plus, the look on your face had been more apprehensive than angry.
The next day, you stand and wait again. This time, you opened the door a little more calmly and actually looked at the guy.
He was an average looking white guy in a post office uniform. Your eyebrow raised imperceptibly at the hat he’s wearing but you just grabbed the mail again and closed the door.
Gardner looked down at himself as the door closed. He hadn’t missed the way your eyes had moved over his form. He also hadn’t missed the fact that you were wearing the same clothes as the day before.
Changing your clothes was a weekly occurrence. Somehow, your mom seemed to know that you needed to be told to, so you would after she called.
This week, you’re wearing grey sweats and one of your dad’s college sweatshirts from Howard.
Your hair was as dry as your skin from your too-hot showers. Naturally a 4a texture that you used to keep well defined was now frizzy and tangled. You didn’t have the energy to do your hair care routine anymore, only washing it and maybe pulling it into a low ponytail.
The third day he realized you’re still wearing the same thing and introduced himself before you could close the door.
“I’m Gardner.” You almost jumped when he talked, but the kind voice and harmless words reassured you.
“Y/N,” you replied, voice croaking from lack of use.
On the fourth day he said hi.
“Hi, Y/N,” he said with a closed lip smile.
“Hi Gardner,” you replied, and though the look of apprehension was gone, the smile was not returned.
Fifth day he made a comment about the weather.
“Nice weather today, nicer than yesterday.” he told you. You looked up at the sky for the first time in a while and nodded.
Sixth day he asked for the time.
“Do you have the time?” he asked as you opened the door.
“You’re wearing a watch,” you pointed out.
“It doesn’t work anymore,” he explained.
“It’s 3:25. You always come at 3:25,” you said matter-of-factly.
“Thank you,” he said with what almost looked like a little smirk but he’s turning away before you could be sure.
On the seventh day, you’re wearing different clothes. They’re still not necessarily real clothes; leggings that are pilled up and a Howard shirt, but Gardner still noticed.
“I like your shirt.”
“Thank you, it was my Dad’s,” you said, looking him in the eye. You didn’t smile, but there’s more expression in your face than before.
He nodded, knowing that if you wanted to say more you would.
Eighth day you’re wearing the same shirt but different leggings. Gardner made a comment about how it looks like it might rain.
This continued for another 10 days. Gardner always talked first, and you offered varying replies. Sometimes it’s just a nod, others it’s a sentence. You changed your clothes more often, and Gardner complimented you every time he noticed.
It’s a small thing, and the compliments were simple. “I like that shirt,” “Those pants look comfy,” or “I’m a fan of Jurassic Park too,” but whenever he said them, you got a small rush of dopamine that you’d gotten used to living without.
One day, you’re not at the door. Unbeknownst to Gardner, it’s the three month anniversary of your father’s death and nothing was enough to move you from your place on your bed. The dull pain was amplified in waves over the course of the day. Staring at the wall turned into uncontrollable sobbing in a matter of seconds and back again within minutes.
The next day, when you’re back at the door with red-rimmed eyes and puffy cheeks, Gardner didn’t mention your absence. Instead, he commented on the number of ads in today’s mail.
“That’s how you really know that the 4th of July is approaching, the mattress sales,” he joked and the corners of your mouth pulled slightly up as you grabbed the aforementioned ads and shut the door.
Another week later, Gardner walked up and when you opened the door, there’s nothing in his hands. You raised your eyebrows in a silent question.
“You don’t have any mail today,” he told you.
“Then why did you come to my door?” you asked in confusion.
“I like seeing you everyday. Part of my routine,” he said plainly.
You made a face he couldn’t quite decipher and replied, “Okay.”
“That’s a good color on you,” he gestured to your shirt which was a dark green.
“Thank you,” you said, supposing that the pine colored shirt did compliment your dark brown skin well.
“You’re welcome,” he replied, turning around and walking away. You watched him until he got to the edge of your yard, noticing the way he trudged as he walked and how he looked down at his feet. Shrugging to yourself, you closed the door.
Three days later you opened the door and before he could say anything you talked, “Gardener’s your first name?”
“Yeah, but without the ‘e.’”
“Okay,” you replied and he handed you the mail.
Three days later, it hit 100 degrees and you felt it even in the air conditioned house.
You opened the door as Gardner was at the edge of your yard and watched him approach. It’s not until he’s just five feet away that he noticed the door’s open, a side effect of watching the sidewalk.
It’s easy to see the sweat that’s sticking his shirt to his chest, dripping down his neck, and darkening the rim of his hat. Even after only being outside for under a minute, you could feel the beginnings of sweat on your body as well.
Gardner looked at you as you stood there before reaching into his bag for your mail. You looked as if you wanted to say something, so he didn’t interrupt you with talk of the weather as he had planned.
“It’s too hot out,” you stated.
“I agree,” he agreed.
“I mean, it’s too hot for you to be outside,” you clarified.
“Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds,” he recited.
You shook your head in slight frustration and then rushed out, “Do you want to come inside for a minute to get out of the heat?”
“Oh, um, sure I can do that,” he replied. As you stepped away from the doorway, he walked in and you closed the door behind him.
You led him to the kitchen which was freshly cleaned. When you realized how hot it was this morning and decided to invite him in, you had cleaned the kitchen in a fury.
Growing up, your dad had always made sure to clean the house well before guests came over, and made sure you did the same. The thought of disappointing him in that small way gave you enough energy to do the work that you hadn’t done the whole time you lived there.
You pulled down two cups from the cupboard and filled them with cool water. You set them on the table, sitting down and gesturing for him to do the same.
“I didn’t put ice ‘cause you’re not supposed to shock your system with water that’s too cold, but this should still be refreshing,” you told him.
“That’s good to know, thank you,” Gardner replied before gulping down the whole glass. You quirked your lips at his actions. He was trying to act like he was okay, but obviously he was having trouble dealing with the heat.
As you stood to refill his water, he looked at you a little more carefully. You’re wearing black running shorts that he’s seen before, but instead of the sweatshirt that you had paired with them, you’re wearing that t-shirt you had been wearing the first day he complimented your appearance. This time, it was knotted in front and the sleeves were cuffed so less fabric was touching your skin.
Garner tried not to look too hard at the exposed skin of your arms and legs, forcing his eyes up to your hair. At first, he had thought it was in a low ponytail like it was sometimes, but as he really looked now, he could tell it’s in one braid that hits between your shoulder blades. He could see the curls even in the plait, and as you turned around, he noticed that a couple of curls had escaped and were framing your face.
“Your hair looks nice,” he said softly.
You reached up and felt the braid. “Oh, I was cleaning,” you said, almost more to yourself than him. To keep your hair out of your face while cleaning, you always used to pull it into a simple braid. You hadn’t even realized you had done so today.
The two of you sat in silence for a minute until Gardner spoke up, “This is a really nice house.”
You could tell by the way he said it that he’s kind of purposely not asking any questions, just complimenting, but you slightly answered anyway, “Yeah, it was my dad’s.”
“Like the shirt,” he said as he pointed to the shirt you’re wearing.
You looked down and laughed, a sound he hadn’t heard yet. It’s a sound that surprised you as well; you hadn’t heard it in months. All of a sudden, it’s all you could do as an almost hysterical laugh took over your body. You’re laughing, gasping for air, and wiping the beginnings of tears from your eyes for a full minute before you answered, “Yeah, like the shirt,” in between giggles.
Gardner, to his credit, didn’t look freaked out and instead was smiling at the sound of your laughter. He decided that he really liked the sound, and would love to hear it again.
The two of you were smiling at each other for the better part of a minute before you dropped your gaze and took a sip of your water. Gardner copied you, waiting for you to make the next move.
You’re tapping your fingernails against the glass and looking into the water as you said your next words, “He died in April.”
Gardner nodded, but you only saw it from the corner of your eye. He had suspected for a while that something had happened. Well, really since April. While he had never met your dad, he noticed the mail pile up and then the change in only the first name on all of the mail. “That sucks.”
“It does,” you replied and took another sip of your water. You appreciated that he didn’t say I’m sorry like most people do and wondered what’s happened to him that he knew that those words don’t really help.
There’s a comfortable silence for another few minutes before Gardner finished his second glass and cleared his throat, standing up.
“Thank you for the water and for letting me come in here and cool off. I’ve gotta finish my route, so I have to go,” he informed you and you nodded.
“You’re welcome, Gardner,” you said as you led him back to your front door. You waved as he went out onto the front step, “Bye.”
“Bye,” he said back and started down the walk. Just before he reached the edge of your yard, he turned and looked back at you, smiling when he saw you hadn’t closed the door yet. You smiled back before closing the door.
Two days later, on Friday, it’s hot again, but it didn’t reach 100. You decided to invite him in anyway.
When you opened the door and he handed you your mail, you asked him, “Do you want to come inside again?”
He made a face you couldn’t quite comprehend. His eyes were squinty and his mouth was pressed down in a firm line. After a second, he replied.
“I actually can’t today. I have more mail than usual and I can’t get off track.”
“Oh,” you said, casting your eyes downwards and you started to slowly close the door.
“But I can come back after my route…?” Gardner offered, wanting to see you again.
“Okay,” you answered, the slightest of smiles creeping its way onto your face.
Gardner nodded and told you he’d be back around 5:30 and just as he started to turn away, you told him to wait.
You ran to your kitchen, grabbing a water bottle and filling quickly with water and just a bit of ice. Rushing back to the front door, you held it out to him and said, “At least take the water so you can stay hydrated.”
“Thank you. I’ll bring it back when I come back,” he said before waving and walking away.
You closed the door behind him and sat down on your living room couch. You sat there for a while, feeling something that you couldn’t quite place.
The feeling kept building slowly, and when you felt a drop in your stomach, you realized what it was. You’re nervous. It’s something you hadn’t felt in a long time.
Since all you typically felt was the numbness, dull ache, or shooting pain, and now the calmness that came everyday at 3:25, you hadn’t recognized it at first.
Now, it was all you felt and you had to remind yourself to breathe in and out at a regular pace so you could remain at least a little calm.
Standing up, you walked to your bathroom and splashed some cold water on your face.
You looked in the mirror, taking in your appearance and seeing someone changed by grief.
Your hair was still in the braid from two days ago, and was very loose and frizzy. You took out the braid and shook it loose, watching it fall limply to the sides of your head, the natural volume and shape washed out by the harshness of the hot water. Knowing there wouldn’t be enough time for an entire routine, you pulled it into a much tighter french braid and called it good.
Next, you took in your face and how sunken your eyes were. Lack of sleep did wonders for the bags under your eyes.
Your skin looked dry and so did your lips. Trying to find some way to remedy this, you looked under the sink for lotion or something. Thankfully, your dad was very diligent about staying moisturized, and there’s shea and cocoa butter that you pull out.
Once you grabbed those, you could see what was behind them and smiled to yourself. It was a big jar of coconut oil, and you sent a little thank you to your dad. You used the butters to moisturize and the oil to help tame the baby hairs at the crown of your head before leaving for your bedroom.
There, you put on one of your less dingy pairs of black leggings, a black tank top, and one of your dad’s flannel shirts that you left unbuttoned.
You spent the next hour or so that you had to wait cleaning up the little mess that had accumulated since he last came inside.
At 5:31, you heard a knock at the door and opened it, as you had already been standing there.
“Hi, Y/N,” he said with a slight smile, even though he seemed to be a little out of breath.
“You’re late,” you said seriously.
“I’m sorry, my brother Calvin wouldn’t let me leave without telling me about his day, it took longer than I thought. I practically ran over here,” he said in a rush, with a worried look on his face.
“I’m joking,” you reassured him with a small smile and a little laugh. His face relaxed and he smiled back at you. “You’re only a minute late, so that doesn’t even count. Come in.”
“Thanks for understanding. I try to be very punctual,” he said as you led him into the living room and you both sat on the couch.
“I’ve noticed. I think that’s a good quality, but you shouldn’t stress yourself out about it.”
“I didn’t want you to think that I wasn’t going to come or anything,” he explained.
“Well, you could’ve texted me or something.”
“I- um, I don’t have your number,” he pointed out, cheeks getting a little red, and not from the running.
“Oh, that’s right. Here, where’s your phone?” you said, reaching your hand out towards him. He pulled it out of his pocket and handed it over. You quickly went into his contacts and added yourself. You handed back his phone and he looked at it, a fond little smile coming onto his face. “There. You know, I like the uniform, but it’s kinda nice to see you out of it.”
Gardner was wearing just an orange and white striped polo shirt and jeans. He flushed slightly at your words but smiled back and barely whispered, “thank you.”
A slight silence fell, but neither of you really seemed to mind. Gardner was taking in your living room and you’re taking in him.
He was really a very unassuming person but he was actually pretty cute and you always found yourself unusually calm in his presence. Even after the afternoon that was filled with nerves, as soon as you opened the door and laid eyes on him, everything had evened out.
“So you have a brother?” you asked, breaking the silence. His eyes flicked back over to you when you spoke and he nodded.
“Yeah, Calvin. We live together. Well, I live in front of the house. In a boat,” he told you.
“A boat?” you said, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
“A boat on stilts,” he explained.
“Do you ever take it out?” you asked, slowly understanding what he meant.
“Not really.”
“Mm. What does Calvin do?” you said to switch the subject since he didn’t really seem to want to talk about the boat.
“He works at a mechanic shop. It’s pretty good work, he likes it.”
“The one in town?”
“Yeah, I mean it’s the only one in town, so yeah,” he replied.
“Then I’ve been there. Maybe I saw him. It was a little while ago, though. Last year,” you continued.
“He’s shorter than me. Great hair though,” he said.
“Hmmm, I think I’d remember great hair,” you said with a chuckle and Gardner joined in.
“Do you wanna see the rest of the house? A tour?” you asked him after a second and he nodded happily.
You stood up with him and guided him towards the hallway. First, you pointed to the bathroom then walked down to the bedrooms.
Opening the door to your dad’s room, you felt a slight shiver run over you. It’s a mixture of how cold the room is since the door is always closed and the same pang you felt in your heart every time you looked in.
Usually, you looked around the room every couple of days, wanting to feel closer to your dad, and sometimes you got the best sleep on his bed, lying on top of the comforter. Still, every look reminded you that he’s gone.
You looked around the room as Gardner stood next to you. Unknowingly, you brought a hand to your chest as if you were trying to ease the pain that was there.
Seeing the physiological manifestation of your grief, Gardner felt his own heart hurting for you. He could relate to how horrible the first months were without a parent.
Carefully and slowly, he reached out and placed his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it and then leaving it there. It comforted you, and when you finally swallowed the lump in your throat, you moved your hand from your chest to his hand and held it there for a moment before turning around and showing him your room across the hall.
It was still a bit of a mess, but all of the trash had been removed and your dirty clothes were piled into the overflowing hamper. Gardner didn’t seem put off by that fact and looked around your room.
It was technically the spare room, but when you stayed there with your dad, it had practically been your room and was partially filled with little things your dad knew you liked.
On the windowsill were a couple beeswax candles. The top of the dresser had an interesting mix of children’s books and classics with a boxset of The Lord of the Rings on one side and of Star Trek: The Next Generation on the other as bookends.
“The Next Generation?” he asked in amusement.
“Definitely, it’s a classic,” you returned.
“Hmmm, I was always more fond of the Original Series,” he stated with a smirk.
“Well, I hate to inform you, but you’ve been missing out on the best Star Trek has to offer,” you said, only slightly teasing.
“I’m not sure about that…” he said, definitely teasing.
“Why don’t we watch it and see?” you countered with a smile that he quickly returned.
“Deal.”
You grabbed the box set and the two of you headed back to the living room. You popped the disc into the player and turned on the TV. As it started up, you realized this is the first time you’d be watching anything you used to watch with your dad without him.
Your breath hitched for a second, and Gardner noticed, turning his head to look at you. He saw how the look on your face had changed.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concerned.
You took a second to breathe again and then nodded slowly, “...yeah, I just used to watch this with my dad and haven’t since he died.”
“We don’t have to watch it if you don’t want,” he offered.
“No, I do want to,” you told him, making sure to look at him so he could see the clarity in your eyes. He nodded and the two of you turned your attention back to the screen.
The two of you watched the episode, laughing at the funny parts and gasping at the surprises. By the end of it, you felt content, except for one thing.
“Gosh, are you starving? I swear my stomach was rumbling through the last 20 minutes,” you said with an easy laugh.
“That was you? I thought it was the show,” Gardner said with a twinkle in his eye.
“Shut up,” you said, giggling and Gardner joined in. “How do you feel about a pizza?”
“That sounds great,” he said with a grin.
“Good, what kind do you like? I like pepperoni, so we can do half and half if you like something else.”
“I like plain cheese,” he confessed a little sheepishly.
“Sounds like a plan,” you said, picking up your phone and heading into the kitchen to find the pizza place’s number. You dug through a drawer your dad had with all that type of stuff and found it, placing an order for a delivery in half an hour.
You walked back in the living room and found Gardner sitting there with his hands in his lap, the TV paused.
“You didn’t have to pause the TV, I’ve seen all of these before,” you told him, sorry that he was probably bored.
“I wanted to watch with you,” he explained and you smiled, feeling your cheeks get a little warm.
You complied, sitting down on the couch and resuming the next episode. About ¾ of it passed before the pizza came, and you paused it again to get up and pay. Bringing the box into the kitchen, you beckoned Gardner to follow and he did willingly; his own stomach had started to rumble halfway into the second episode.
Pulling two plates down, you handed one to him and the two of you placed two slices each before grabbing a couple napkins.
“We can go back in the living room,” you informed him and he followed, you. Both of you dug in as soon as you pressed play.
Before long, the entire pizza was gone and the fourth episode was almost done. You noticed Gardner yawning into his hand and when it’s over, you offered to drive him home. He protested at first, but you insisted since it’s nearing 10:30pm and it’s already dark outside.
The drive was mainly quiet, the only words being said were Gardner’s directions. After about 10 minutes, you pulled up behind a boat on stilts. You laughed a little because part of you had doubted its existence, but there it was.
As Gardner started to reach for the door, you spoke up, “So what’s the verdict? Do you admit that TNG is better than TOS?”
He turned and looked at you with a slight smirk, “I don’t know. I’m still not sure that Picard can hold a candle to Kirk.”
“Okay, how dare you? Guess you’ll just have to watch more until you’re converted,” you told him, looking at him with a smile and a sure look in your eyes.
“Sounds like a plan. See you Monday,” he told you, opening the door and getting out. “Oh! I forgot your water bottle, it’s in the boat, I’ll go get it!”
He closed the door and started to jog away but you rolled down the window.
“Wait, Gardner!” you called out and he came back. “Don’t worry about it, you just keep it. You’ll get more use out of it than I would.”
“Okay,” he said, still a little unsure. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. See you Monday,” you told him and then drove away as he waved.
The drive back felt different. You didn’t drive much these days, only when you were absolutely out of food and could no longer ignore the hunger pangs in your body.
But, it’s kind of nice to drive again, and you felt happy for a second thinking about how nice the night was with Gardner. You got excited as you turned off your car to go inside and tell your dad all about it; he had always been incredibly supportive and understanding with your dating.
You left your car and used your keys to open the front door. Just as you opened your mouth to call out to your dad, you realized your mistake and the shock ran through your entire body.
Falling to your knees right there in front of the door, sobs racked your body and you had no choice but to give yourself up to them. That night, you fell asleep on your dad’s bed, having crawled to his room to try and find some comforting feeling there.
The next two days you spent all of your time in his bedroom, trying your hardest to feel his presence.
Monday came around and so did Gardner. Whatever kind of normalcy you had returned and the week continued on. On Friday, you invited Gardner over again to keep watching Star Trek.
This time, you ordered Chinese food and Gardner made you laugh as he tried to teach you to use chopsticks.
The summer heat had finally broken, and nights were finally getting cooler. Earlier in the day, you had opened the windows, and now they were letting in a cool breeze that was actually making you chilly and you noticed that Gardner had goosebumps.
Getting up during the theme song, you went to the hallway closet and grabbed a fuzzy blanket. Sitting back down, you draped it over both you and Gardner, and you had to sit closer so it covered the both of you.
Gardner thanked you and his voice cracked a little because the warmth he could feel radiating from your thigh touching his.
The two of you went back to watching the show, but between the blanket and Gardner’s warmth, you felt extremely cozy and started getting sleepy. Blinking slowly and yawning every couple of minutes, you tried to fight off the tiredness, but within 10 minutes, you’re dozing off.
Gardner noticed your tiredness but didn’t think too much of it until your head slumped over onto his shoulder. He turned his head and could see the profile of your face. Your eyes were closed and your face relaxed, your mouth just barely open.
He stayed as still as he could for a few minutes until he’s sure you’re deep asleep. Then, ever so slowly, he moved his arm from underneath your head so it could rest just above your shoulders on the couch.
Even in your sleep, you moved instinctively further into him, angling your head to lay on his chest and your legs came up onto the seats of the couch, pushing you further onto him. Your motion caused his arm to fall onto your shoulders and he left it there as you hummed happily in your sleep.  
Eventually, your closeness and the soft sounds of the TV that he had turned down so as to not wake you up lulled Gardner to sleep as well.
The two of you remained sleeping until the morning. The sun shining brightly through an east-facing window was what woke you as it was directly on your face.
You kept your eyes closed so the sun didn’t blind you and immediately felt a pain in your neck. You thought to yourself that you must have slept wrong. That thought confused you, though, since normally you didn’t fall asleep long enough to cause any aches or pains.
The next thing that confused you was the movement you felt underneath your head. Bringing a hand up to shield your eyes from the sun, you opened your eyes and blinked rapidly, trying to get the sleep out of your eyes and take in your surroundings.
You gasped, moving your hand to cover your mouth as you realized that the thing moving underneath you was Gardner’s chest.
He’s still asleep. His head was leaning on the back of the couch, his mouth open, and you could hear his slow breathing. His right arm was resting on the arm of the couch and his left fell from your shoulders to your waist when you sat up to look at him. He had almost no blanket on him and you cringed at yourself for hogging the blanket.
You cringed again thinking how awkward it’s about to be when he woke up.
Pushing past your hesitation, you gently shook his shoulder, saying, “Gardner, wake up.”
Slowly, he started stirring and stretched inwardly, his arm tensing against your waist as he did. His eyes blinked open and he sleepily looked at you, confusion running onto his face as he saw how light it is.
“What time is it?” he asked worriedly.
“Ummm, 9:30am,” you informed him, looking at your phone.
“I’m so sorry, I fell asleep. I didn’t mean to impose. You just kind of fell asleep on me and I didn’t want to move until you woke up on your own but I guess I fell asleep too,” he rambled, looking around him. He saw his arm on your waist and quickly pulled it back to his side, blushing furiously.
“Gardner, it’s okay,” you told him, reaching for his hand at his side. “If anything it’s my fault because I fell asleep on you. Seriously, it’s all good.”
He looked at his hand in yours and nodded, looking up to you when you gave it a squeeze.
“Do you want some breakfast?” you asked. He nods again and you stood up to lead him to the kitchen.
This week, when you had gone grocery shopping, you had gotten more things than usual. That taste of pizza the previous Friday had reminded you how good cooked food was and you started actually cooking for yourself again.
You grabbed pancake mix and the griddle from the cupboard and got started.
Gardner chatted to you about how Calvin makes waffles but he likes pancakes too and about the events of the episodes the two of you watched last night.
He made you laugh with his theories about Riker and Deanna, and Picard and Dr. Crusher. The two of you shared little stories over pancakes; you told him a little about your dad and he told you about his friends at work and along the route.
After the two of you eat, he said that he should be on his way and that he could walk this time. You acquiesced, with the condition that he texted you when he got back so you would know he made it.
He opened your front door and stepped onto the front porch before turning back to say goodbye.
“Thanks for the food, it was good,” he said, a little awkward because he didn’t know where the two of you stood.
“You’re welcome,” you said, stepping out of the doorway and up to him. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek and then told him softly, “I’ll see you soon, Gardner,” before going back inside and closing the door softly behind you.
Gardner stayed standing there for a moment, reaching a hand up to his cheek and repeating, “soon.”
He remembered to text you as soon as he got back, walking into the house instead of climbing into the boat. Calvin spotted him walking through the kitchen and called him into the backyard for a game of horseshoes.
“Hey, man. How’s it going?” he asked as he picked up his shoes.
“Pretty good,” Gardner replied, picking his own up.
“You look kinda tired… Aren’t those the clothes you were wearing yesterday? Holy shit, did you stay the night at that girl’s place?” he asked gleefully, putting the pieces together. He tossed his first shoe and missed by a foot.
“Y/N, and yes, and yes. But we just slept. Well, she fell asleep on me on her couch and then I fell asleep too. My neck kinda hurts,” Gardner explained, rubbing his neck then throwing his first shoe, ringing it.
“Shit. Does she like you?” Calvin asked before throwing his second one that landed so it’s touching then pumping his fist in celebration.
“I don’t know, Cal. Maybe? She’s going through a rough time, her dad died a couple months ago and I don’t think she’s totally herself yet. You remember what I was like when they left,” he reminded him, throwing another ringer.
Calvin nodded in agreement. Gardner had been changed forever when his parents abandoned him, but that first year was especially brutal. Tossing his shoe first, and getting a ringer, he asked, “You like her though?”
“Yeah, I really really do. I know I don’t actually know the real or normal her, but I swear sometimes I get these flashes of her and it’s like the sun coming out after a cloudy day,” he said, pausing to throw his last one; it spun around the peg before landing on top of the other two. “But she’s amazing all the time. She’s kind and trusting and giving and non judgmental.”
“Why do you always win?” Calvin muttered under his breath before responding. “Well, she sounds great. Good luck.”
The pattern continued with you and Gardner, although it ramped up in frequency. He started coming over almost every other day, and the next weekend, asked you to dinner at a restaurant in town. Although you’re a little apprehensive, since you know Gardner will be there for you, you agreed.
It’s a great night and the two of you ate and then walk around the river, talking for hours. That night, when you dropped him off at the boat, you asked to see it and he welcomed you gladly.
You shared your first kiss after he brought you inside. Gardner was unsure at first, but you just pulled him closer and he lost his nerves when you placed his hands on your waist and then ran your own through his hair.
After a little while of making out, you decided to leave, knowing you aren’t ready for anything else. Giving him a final peck on the lips, you climbed back out of the boat and drove home. That night, you slept in your own bed, making it all through the night and only waking up once.
From then on, the two of you split your time together at your house, his boat, and going places in town. About once a week, you joined him on his route for an hour or so.
Gardner made you laugh, but also knew when you’re especially missing your dad and talked to you about him so his memory could comfort you.
One night, after the fifth season finale of Star Trek, you and he were cuddling on the couch. You’re sitting upright and his head’s in your lap facing the ceiling. Your hand was moving in little circles on his upper arm and he’s watching your face as you watched the credits.
It was a scene that was not uncommon between the two of you, but Gardner can’t seem to be able to help himself as he breathed out, “I love you.”
Your eyes snapped to his, and though he might have wished you missed the words, you heard them loud and clear and were looking at him in a way he can’t decipher.
“You do?”
“Yeah, um, I do,” he said, averting his eyes from your gaze. He knew that it might be too soon, but once he had the thought, it left his brain through his mouth and there was nothing he could do about it.
Gardner’s cheeks and neck are blushing red as he looked away, but you moved your hand to their junction, and used his jaw to turn his face and eyes back to you.
“I love you too, Gardner,” you told him earnestly.
He sat up and turned to you, mouthing “really,” and you nodded. His hands moved to your face and you moved yours to the back of his neck. When he didn’t close the gap, you did, pulling him to you and kissing him softly to assure him of the meaning behind your words.
Life continued, and you relished the last two weeks of summer before you had to go back to school. Since it would only be a 30 minute commute, you decided to continue living at your dad’s house.
You started to move your things out of the garage and into the house, packing away things of your dad’s that hold less significance to make room.
There will still be bad days in the future, and you won’t know when they’re coming or how long they’ll be. But, you know you have Gardner to lean on, and while he can’t take away your pain, he can offer you some comfort as you deal with it.
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Reminder that my requests are open! If you would like something in a sort of one shot format/length or blurb, etc. send it in! I’ll write for any of the Borhap or Queen boys (Freddie only platonically), Lucy, Patrick Murray, Gardner Langway and adult!Tim Murphy or possibly any of the other characters these people have played if I know enough about them!
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yournotsolocalcryptid · 4 years ago
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I want to be as clear as possible about this so no one feels misgendered or mislead by my labeling system bc I want to be as inclusive as possible so Gender neutral!reader (or GN!!reader) -  could be read as any gender or sex assigned at birth, no pronouns (or only gender neutral pronouns).  Afab(assigned female at birth)!reader - no mention of gender (ie no use of ‘girl’ or ‘woman’ or any of that) but mentions of female anatomy or other things not indicative of gender but of physical description and the like. Woman/girl!reader - there is gendered language used such as woman or girl. amab(asigned male a birth)!reader - no mention of gender (ie no use of ‘boy’ or ‘man’) but mentions of male anatomy or other things not indicative of gender but of physical description and the like. Man/boy!reader - there is gendered language used such as man or boy. she/her!reader - she/her pronouns used. he/him!reader- he/him pronouns used. if no pronouns are listed by the reader info assume that either no pronouns are used or only gender neutral ones are. 
Roger Taylor
“I just love them so fucking much”, “You came to my room and woke me up at 4am to cuddle?” and “It’s late, shouldn’t you be asleep?” - Fluff? | Rog x GN!reader | word count: 515 | requested from my 50 dialogue prompts list
“Friends don’t do the shit we do”, “Did you sleep at all last night?”, “Did you just moan?” and “Kiss me” - implied or minor smut? | Rog x afab!Reader | word count: 1k |  requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list
John Deacon 
“Just breath okay?” - Fluff? | Deaky x GN!Reader | word count: 186 | requested from a prompt list
“Is that my shirt?”, “Make me” and “You’re so cute” - Fluff/implied smut? | Deaky x GN!reader | word count: 207 | requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list 
"Is this a bad idea?" "probably" - smut + implied smut i guess | Deaky x afab!reader | word count: 755ish | requested from my 2021 halloween party prompt list
Brian May
“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it” - Angst | Bri x GN!reader | word count: 170 |  requested from a prompt list
“Friends don’t do the shit we do”,  “I know you” “oh baby and I know you” and “We need to talk”- Angst/a little bit of fluff at the end? | Bri x GN!Reader | word count: 436 | requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list
Freddie Mercury
“I don’t lose things. I place things in locations that later elude me.” -  Freddie x GN!Reader (platonic) | word count: 109 | requested from my 50 dialogue prompts list | note - the first half is a platonic Joe fic of approximately the same length from the same prompt/request, the Freddie Version is under the asterisks 
“Do you trust me?”, “Are you blushing?" and “You’re so beautiful” - Fluff | Freddie x woman/girl!reader | word count: 319 |  requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list
Ben Hardy 
Home - Fluff | Ben x GN!Reader | word count: 103 | not requested 
“Are you Jealous?” - Fluff/Angst | Ben x afab!reader | word count: 376 | requested from a prompt list  
“Like what you see?”, “Can you help me with the zipper?” and  “Are you blushing?” - Fluff? | Ben x GN!Reader - reader wears a dress, heels, and makeup but there's no pronouns used, no gendered language and no description of body type/shape. | word count: 405 | requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list
“We’re… just friends” “bullshit” - Angst | Ben x GN!Reader | word count: 239 | requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list
“Sorry to interrupt, but did you know your shirt’s inside out?” -  minor/sort of implied smut | Ben x GN!reader - reader is wearing a skirt but there are no pronouns used, no gendered language and no description of body type/shape.| word count: 343 |  requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list
“It’s so cold”, “You’re an idiot” - Fluff | word count: 248 | Ben x GN!Reader | tw/cw: drunkenness/intoxication |  requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list
“Oh, Fuck”, “Did you just moan?”, “You love me and want to have my babies, I get it”- fluff?/brief smut/mentioned smut/mentions of wine/drinking | Ben x afab!reader | word count: 851 | requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list 
Fake it 'till ya make it - fluff/mentions of smut/some sexual themes throughout | Ben x GN!Reader | word count 1.6k | Requested
“Could you ever be happy with me?”- Coming soon 
Billy/Four (6 Underground)
“I know you” “oh baby and I know you”, “Did you just moan?”, “Stop looking at me like that” “like what?” “Like you’ve seen me naked” - light smut & implied smut | Billy/Four x afab!reader | word count: 1.3k | requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list 
“Could you ever be happy with me?”, “Why are you looking at me like that?”- angst/mentioned smut/fluffy-ish ending? maybe? | Billy/Four x GN!Reader | word count: 1.5k | requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list
Just Someone You Used to Know Masterlist- Your childhood friend Billy (whom you thought was dead) turns up at a hospital and you get a call about it | Billy/Four x GN!Reader | word count (all posted parts): 5.1k | requested
Warren Worthington III (X-Men)
Warren? - Fluff/Angst | Warren x GN!Reader | word count: 1.3k | not requested 
“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it” and “So… you’re jealous?” - Angst | Warren x GN!Reader | Word Count: 466 |  requested from my 50 dialogue prompts list
Do you trust me?” - fluff?/smut | Warren x afab!reader | word count: 1.2k | requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list
“Do you trust me”, “Stay with me” and “It was always you” - Angst/Fluff | Warren x GN!Reader | word count: 688 |  requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list
“do you trust me?”, “It’s okay. I’ve got you” - Angst?/Fluff? | Warren x GN!Reader | word count: 700 | Requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list
Walter Hartright (Woman in White)
none yet...
Frank McCullen (Pixie)
none yet...
Charlie Nelson (Midsomer Murders)
“I’ll keep you warm” - Fluff | Charlie x GN!Reader | Word count: 489 |  requested from my 50 dialogue prompts list
Joe Mazzello 
“I’m right where I belong” - Fluff |  Joe x afab!reader |word count: 248 | tw/cw: pregnancy | requested from a prompt list
“Marry me?” - Fluff | joe x GN!reader | word count: 317 |  requested from a prompt list
“How do I look?” “Like an idiot” - Fluff? | Joe x GN!Reader |word count: 138 | requested from my 50 dialogue prompts list
“I don’t lose things. I place things in locations that later elude me.” - Joe x GN!Reader | word count: 107 |   requested from my 50 dialogue prompts list | note - there’s a platonic Freddie fic of approximately the same length from the same prompt/request under the asterisks in the same post 
“you're in love with him aren’t you?” - Angst? (pining/yearning) | Joe x GN!Reader | word count: 272 |  requested from my 50 dialogue prompts list
“He’s in love with you, Darling” - Angst | Joe x GN!Reader |word count: 491 |  requested from my 50 dialogue prompts list | collab with @vaguequeenreference
“I couldn’t sleep”, “The bed is cold without you” - Angst?/Fluff? | Joe x GN!Reader | word count: 284 | requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list 
Gardner Langway (Dear Sidewalk)
none yet...
Pat Murray (Undrafted) 
“Kiss me like you mean it”, “Are you jealous?” & “So… you’re jealous?” - Joe x GN!Reader | word count: 238 |  requested from my 50 dialogue prompts list
Javier Peña (Narcos)
none yet...
Din Djarin (the Mandalorian)
none yet... 
Rick Flag (The Suicide Squad)
none yet...
Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)
none yet...
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akindofmagic-inmylife · 4 years ago
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Which trope irritates you the most or you think is just plain ridiculous?
I’ll start
It’s when rude!guy is getting physically aggresive with female!protagonist at her place of work or somewhere public and male!protagonist gets into fisticuffs with rude!guy (for being rude duh!) yet somehow female!protagonist gets mad at male!protagonist (??????) for making a scene because she apparently had it “under control” even though rude!guy almost practically had her in a chokehold or something
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joe-mazzello-archive · 4 years ago
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hey gang, it’s me, regan, your favorite slut. i’m about to hit 500 followers on this blog which is bonkers considering this blog is only seven months old. however my creative energy has been zapped from me almost entirely lately for a few different reasons. so instead of doing prompts or posting a new fic (oh how i wish doj part two was done for y’all!!!!), i’m gonna do something different.
introducing regan’s recommended fic list - part one!
i wanted to give all the writers in this fandom some love. so i’m going to post one of these for each borhap actor/member of queen! maybe i can help y’all find some writers you’ve never discovered before! this is gonna be a long post so imma put it under the cut. ENJOY!
disclaimer: any actors/characters excluded from these lists are excluded simply because i don’t particularly read fics for them. these are just personal recommendation lists! ALSO you should check out the entire masterlists for all of these writers! these are just my favorite fics from them!
first up, of course, is joe muthafuckin mazzello
** = smut, 18+ only. some listed as “(series)” may have 18+ parts, if you’re under 18, please heed writer warnings.
bold = all time faves
NOW UPDATED AS OF 7/3/21
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always something there to remind me (series),  born to love you (series),  between the lines, and you make me feel like dancing** by @deacyblues
baseball**, make you mine**, shooting the moon**, do you remember**, and burning desire** by @almightygwil
a thing for hermia and just a job by @brianmays-hair @/inkwell-musings
a new place to begin (series)**, home sweet home**, and plastic dinosaur** by @supersonicfreddie
none for todd** and drunk in love** by @mrbenhardys
positive reinforcement** by @queenmylovely
truth and kinks**, first time**, and first date** by @m0etenchandon
human connection by @mrhoemazzello
date night** and come on so heavy** by @just-my-sickly-pride
what would it take to think about me any other way?**, you can keep the heart from the heartbreak, i don’t need to leave with a keepsake**, and stuck in quarantine** by @slutforbritdick
meant to go this way and seven minutes in heaven by @fallingprincess
cruel summer (series) by @mistymazzello
act two, scene two** and you’re out** by @doing-all-write
love is strange by @kill4hqueen
seaside rendezvous (series) by @illfoandillfie​
does it hurt? by @gogogolilqueenie​
nutella boy (series) and just like this by @brianprobablywill​
happy birthday baby** by @orwocolor​
what happens in vegas (series) and just go with it (series) by @sohoneyspreadyourwings​
lingerie** by @freddiesaysalright​
drunk & beautiful and you don’t have to be alone by @lunie-lovegood @/mo-d3ans​
stress relief (series) by @a-night-at-the-0pera​
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cold is the night (series) by @ladyfogg
love with its back turned** by @gardnerlangway @/spreadyovrwings
paper rings (series) and you’re okay by @patmvrray​
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lady in red (series) by @gardnerlangway @/spreadyovrwings
calling you by @ai-suru-hito-yo
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borhap-au · 4 years ago
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Joe Mazzello: the fluffy chronicles.
Joe Mazzello - Scars. 
When your kisses became more intense Joe put the laptop away, stopping the movie. Then he got up from the bed and went to turn the lights on.
“Leave the lights off. Please,” you tried to give him a glimpse of a smile. You knew Joey wanted to make love to you, and you weren’t comfortable with him seeing your body in its full glory. You had some scars you were ashamed of and you didn’t want Joe to notice them.
He sighed quietly. It wasn’t the first time you asked him for a favor like this, in fact, you never let him turn the lights on, and when you were intimate during the day, when the sun was still high up, you used your dark curtains to make the room darker. You said it was to make the atmosphere in the room more intimate, but Joe started to figure out your reasons.
“Y/N,” he said quietly, almost whispering, while sitting on the bed next to you. “What is it? Why do you always insist on having sex in the dark?” he gently pet your leg, wanting you to feel his touch, his closeness, and his affection.
“It’s for the atmosphere,” you used the same excuse again, but this time it just couldn’t work on him.
“I know it’s not. Please tell me the truth. Did I do something wrong?” he looked at you with concern in his eyes. He wanted you to feel just as good as you always made him feel.
“No, of course not. Come on, let’s forget about it. We were in a middle of something,” you put your hand on his bare chest, and then moved it to the side of his body, trying to bring him closer to you. He was shirtless from the foreplay you two already started that was interrupted so that Joe could turn the lights on and have a good look on you that you weren’t planning to allow.
“No, I mean it. Did I hurt you somehow? Did I touch you the wrong way? I always asked you for permission. Did you give me consent without meaning it?” he started to come up with all those different theories or why you acted the way you did towards him.
“No, no, Joey. It’s none of your fault. You were always very good to me,” you reassured him, petting his cheek. You never wanted him to feel bad, as he never did anything to deserve it. He was a very sweet boyfriend and a generous lover, you had hardly anything to complain about when it came to him.
“So don’t I deserve the truth? Why do you hide it from me?” all of his questions came only from the fact he was concerned about you. He wanted to make sure everything that wasn’t alright, would soon become nothing but a memory.
“Because that’s my thing. I try to hide things so you like me better,” you muttered quietly, avoiding his gaze.
“What?” he looked at you in disbelief. “What are you trying to tell me right now?”
“I hide my body from you, so you don’t see it, at least not that well. I just don’t want you to notice… The imperfections and all,” you muttered, still looking down. He got up, and you thought he was leaving, but when you looked up, he turned the lights on.
“No, please,” you immediately hid your body under the quilt. “I’m not ready. Please.”
“Girly… You saw me. My entire body, with all the imperfections. And do you really think I’m so materialistic to care about some minor imperfections? They don’t define your value. It’s your humor, your charisma that make you who you are. Your intelligence. There’s so much more to you than some imperfections that only you notice. Please. I love you for who you are, and not for how you look like, even though for me you’re gorgeous inside out and I feel lucky to be with someone so smart and beautiful. Can I?” he asked, sitting next to you, and gently pulling the quilt. You looked at him for a while and then sighed quietly. You knew you couldn’t hide your body forever. Eventually he had to see it. So you let him put the quilt away.
To your surprise, he didn’t immediately start to look for the things you tried to hide. On the contrary, he smiled to you and focused first on your lips, kissing you passionately. He was so tender that it made you smile to yourself, while prolonging the kiss.
Then he started kissing your jawline and quickly moved his kisses to your neck. You held your breath when he began to take off your shirt, and soon after, your bra. Only then he looked at your chest. There were a few scars here and there. Some of them made on purpose, some of them accidental, and all of them made you persuade yourself that you weren’t perfect, when in Joe’s eyes you were the exact opposite. You were his perfection.
You had most of your scars on your forearms, mostly around the wrists. You always wore long sleeves, bracelets and wristbands, so that nobody could see. But today your hands were naked, and Joe could finally see everything that you’ve been hiding. He began to plant small kisses on your hands. You looked at him a bit surprised.
“You aren’t… Disgusted?” you asked unsure. He smiled to you, petting the side of your body with his thumb.
“Of course not. I would never be disgusted by you. You’re stunning,” he softly kissed your stomach and you immediately pulled in your belly. “No, don’t do that, please. I love your body the way it is. All of it. And I’m really happy I can finally see it in full light.”
He then began to take off your trousers. Legs were also a frequent victim of your razor blade. He moved his hand on your hip, feeling the uneven skin where your scars were.
“Can you promise me you’ll stop?” he spoke softly, not trying to patronize you. It was all out of care for you and honest, deep concern for your mental health.
“I’m already done with this. Those aren’t fresh. I did them all months ago. Definitely before I met you,” you reassured him. “But it doesn’t change the fact I feel awful about them.”
“All the scars are your journey. It’s what you’ve been through in your life. I don’t want you to hurt yourself, I want you to know and feel that I will always love and protect you. But what happened in the past happened, and you shouldn’t feel bad about that. It’s what made you. It’s what brought you to me. I don’t mind your scars, just like you don’t mind all the imperfections on my body. You don’t look at me counting all the things that are bad, you look at me with love. I can see that. So why can’t you see that it’s exactly how I feel about you too? This body, your body, brings me so much joy and satisfaction. Why would I hate anything about it? Your body is you. And I love you,” he started kissing your thighs, especially the places you had scars on. His lips were warm and they made you feel hot inside, because despite the conversation that has been going on, it was still Joe fucking Mazzello kissing your body. And he could’ve had anyone in the world, but yet, he wanted you, and- Exactly. He wanted you.
“And you’re going to stay…? Even though I look like this…?” you muttered quietly, unwilling to stop his kisses.
“You mean gorgeous? Wonderful? Stunning? How do you look like, girly?” he looked at you smiling. “Because you look like all those adjectives to me. I’m not going to leave you because of some imperfections only you see in yourself. I don’t care about them. I care about you, and you’ve always been good and caring towards me. You made me feel loved. You made me feel like the best, most handsome guy in the world, even though I know I’m not one. But that’s the power of your love. And I want to give you exactly the same. I want you to believe me when I say that to me, you are perfect. You’re kind-hearted and funny and you bring light to my life. You’re my sunshine.”
“And you’re my moon and stars,” you smiled and kissed his head, leaning towards him. He smiled too.
“Where you see scars, I see hands that pet my body, make me feel good, give the best handjobs I ever had and trust me, I mean it,” you blushed when you heard that, but you couldn’t hide a smile. “You see scars, but I see stomach that I lay my head on when I felt bad, and you moved your fingers through my hair, calming me down. You see scars, but I see the legs that are not only sexy, but also strong enough to make you walk miles with me on our trips. I see not only the body that turns me on and gives me incredible pleasure, but also the person who this body belongs to. I see kindness, love, friendship. And no, I don’t love you despite the imperfections. I love you because of them. Because every single part of you makes you who you are, and that’s the person I fell in love with. I understand you may feel insecure, but I really hope I’ll be able to help you overcome your problems. Please, don’t ever think again that I’m shallow enough to break up with you because of any of those things you see when you look in the mirror that made you unsure of yourself. I’m sure of you, and I’m sure of us. You should feel like a strong, confident, badass woman that you are. And I want to do anything that’s in my power to make you feel that way,” at the end of the sentence he took your underwear off.
His lips soon wandered around your labia, kissing them, licking, and taking care of your clit with his tongue and lips. While he was doing all of that, his words resonated with you. While your body was filled with enormous pleasure, your mind revised his message. While his hands gently wandered around your body, while he was softly petting your body, your scars, you felt more loved and cared for than ever before. Only then you realized that this situation was exactly the opposite of what you thought would happen. Your fear made you unable to see how much Joe loved you, how much he wanted to make you happy. You felt better about your body now than ever before. Because you saw him treating it with such love and worship, because you realized he doesn’t mind all of the things you managed to convince yourself were too big and hideous for him to see you as sexy. You tried to hide from him, but actually, if he was able to see you long ago, your journey toward self-acceptance would have started long ago. And of course, it was not the end of it, it was just the beginning. But it was the first time you ever felt that maybe you aren’t that bad, that maybe you can be loved exactly for who you are.
Joe was being extra gentle with you. He made sure to kiss and touch every part of your body, so you were aware of it, but not ashamed of it. Of course he was worried about your mental health, because he wanted you to feel happy, and to never again feel the need to scar yourself. But the scars in itself were nothing he couldn’t live with. Actually, he didn’t mind them at all, as long as they were a memory of the past, not fresh signs you’re unwell again. He wanted you to feel good and safe with him.
You didn’t want to be on top, not that night. You already felt exposed, it was definitely enough for one day. But you felt really good when you two did it in the missionary position, with him being on you, protecting you, as if you were under his wings (after all, he was your guardian angel). He pet your cheek and smiled, admiring you. His thrusts were slow and gentle, he was being very careful with you that night, almost as if it was the first time you two ever had sex together. You didn’t mind that at all actually. You felt appreciated, especially when he planted kisses all over your face, making you chuckle. After sex, when he lay down next to you on the bed, he let you hide your body under the quilt. It was enough for one day, he didn’t want you to feel too exposed. But for you it didn’t feel like a necessity anymore, you didn’t immediately cover yourself up like you used to. That night you covered both of you, and simply hugged him. He smiled and kissed your head. That night you went to sleep without clothes on, and you let him pet your body under the quilt. It was just a beginning, but it was a step in the right direction on the journey of self-acceptance.
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