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[sleepy-stitches]

my brain is so evil. why do i have no energy to clean my room. why does it all go to writing weird fucked up yuri. like why am i sitting here enraptured heart and soul by a piece of writing that was meant to be a fragment at best but i am discovering has three entire parts to it. why is that where we are at. i need to clean my fucking room

[adverbally]

Don’t Ask Me What You Know Is True

Written for the @steddieangstyaugust prompt “Second Chance”

wc: 1,005 | rated: M | cw: none | tags: accusations of infidelity, relationship insecurity, angst with a happy ending | title from “Never Tear Us Apart” by INXS

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Steve is chatting with Nancy and Robin in the kitchen when Eddie grabs him by the elbow.

“Hey, Eddie! Having fun?” Robin greets him brightly. She’s on her fourth beer of the evening so the words come out a little louder than she probably intended, even with the noise of the party around them.

To Steve’s surprise, Eddie ignores her. He just leans closer to Steve’s ear and says lowly, “Can I talk to you? Privately?”

Steve turns to get a good look at Eddie. He can smell the alcohol on his breath, can see the tension around his eyes and in the set of his mouth, like he’s pissed off but trying to hide it. “Uh. Sure.”

To the girls, he says, “I’ll be right back.” Half of it gets lost in the loud music playing from the living room as Eddie tugs him in that direction.

Stepping carefully around the paper cups and abandoned snacks scattered throughout the house, Steve follows Eddie into the guest bathroom and closes the door behind them. It’s blessedly quiet in here compared to the chaos of the festivities they just left.

“Thanks for the rescue.” Steve sighs in relief and rubs at his temples. “I’m gonna have to kick everyone out soon if I want to be functional tomorrow.”

Eddie snorts derisively. “Everyone?”

“You can stay the night if you want, you know that.” It’s been months since either of them slept alone, with Eddie sleeping in Steve’s bed more nights than not. “Nobody will say anything.”

“What about Nancy?” Eddie spits.

Steve blinks at him across the bathroom, his brows furrowing in confusion as he tries to parse Eddie’s question. “She’s driving people home, so… no? Robin had a lot to drink so she might take the guest room, but she won’t care.”

Eddie doesn’t say anything, just keeps leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. The lights above the mirror make his dark circles and clenched jaw look even more pronounced.

Through the pleasantly tipsy haze surrounding his brain, Steve realizes that Eddie is actually angry, not just acting as an excuse to pull him away from his conversation. “Hey, are you okay? Did I do something?” He steps closer, reaches out to rest a comforting hand on Eddie’s bicep, but Eddie jerks away from his touch.

“Like you fucking care.” He sniffs furiously. “Like you weren’t busy flirting with Nancy all night–”

Steve interrupts, “Whoa, flirting with Nancy?” He had barely even seen her tonight, only getting about five minutes to chat before Eddie pulled him away. “Why the hell would I flirt with her when we’ve been broken up for three years?”

“You tell me.” Eddie’s eyes are hard and dark, with no hint of their usual warmth.

“I wouldn’t!” Steve’s chest feels like it’s about to cave in, his heart imploding and taking the rest of him with it. “Where is this coming from?”

Eddie points aggressively at the bathroom door. “I saw the way you were looking at her,” he hisses. “You’re obviously still in love with her, and she wasn’t exactly trying to shut you down now that she and Jonathan are broken up.”

“No, I love you. Just you.” Helpless tears are burning in Steve’s eyes as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “She’s my friend and that’s it, I swear.”

“No, I don’t think so,” Eddie shakes his head with a rueful smile. His eyes are glassy, but Steve can’t tell if it’s because he’s about to cry or because he’s drunk. “I know you wanted her back. And now you’ve got your second chance. I was just… a placeholder, a distraction. Someone to keep your dick warm for her.”

A flare of anger erupts in him, almost worse than the hurt. Steve tries to tamp it down. “You really think that little of me? You think I’m someone who would just use you like that?”

“Why else would you be with me?”

Steve hears how Eddie's voice wobbles and immediately feels like someone has just dumped ice water over his head. He tries to soften his voice. “Eddie, I’m with you because you’re you. How could you be a placeholder for somebody else when you– you would overflow the place you’re holding? You would make the place yours.”

Not his most eloquent moment, but hopefully Eddie pays more attention to his tone than the specific words Steve is vomiting.

He steps closer to Eddie, reaches out like he’s letting a stray dog sniff his hand. When Eddie doesn’t lash out, Steve takes his hand and hooks their pinky fingers together. It feels like he’s making a vow when he tells Eddie, “You’re so much more than I ever knew I was missing. And what I felt for Nancy doesn’t even come close to how much I love you.”

Eddie won’t look at him but Steve can see the tears beading up along his lash line. “I don’t deserve it,” he murmurs.

“That’s the best part. You don’t have to.” Steve tilts his head, trying to catch Eddie’s eye. “I’m gonna love you anyway. No strings attached. Even when you drink too much and make an ass of yourself.”

With a chuckle, Eddie finally glances up at Steve through his lashes. “Yeah, not my finest moment. I don’t suppose we could forget this ever happened?”

“Not a chance.” Steve presses a kiss to Eddie’s forehead. “We’re gonna talk about this as soon as you sleep off your hangover.”

Eddie groans dramatically and drops his head onto Steve’s shoulder.

“Go drink some water and get ready for bed. I’ll start sending everyone home.”

“‘Kay,” he mumbles into Steve’s chest. “Love you. And I’m sorry for being an insecure asshole.”

Steve wraps his arms around Eddie. “Love you too. And you might be an insecure asshole, but you’re my insecure asshole.” Before Eddie can make an inappropriate joke, Steve tells him, “C’mon, the kids are gonna think we’re fucking in here.”

Eddie’s laugh has never sounded so sweet.

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

out of curiosity and the need for procrastination!

also we not going into the "i literally read y-en when i see y/n" discourse or rambling about preferring narrative style over placeholders. don't be a party pooper

reblog for sample size! :3

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Instagram AU

A/N : A little late but something is better than nothing lol enjoy 👻

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alizemiaharlow What up bullet?!

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cassiewyatt YES YES YES 🔥 hot mama

ezharlow 🤦🏻 had to ruin her for me 💔

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yourusername side note, I love me some Paul Walker 💙

jackharlow Yeah we know but there wasn’t anything Paul Walker related here so idk why say that.

ezharlow Ohhhh look at Mr “I don’t get jealous.”

jackharlow Shut up.

yourusername 💀😭😭😭

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alizemiaharlow “No, I’m eating boys. Boys are just placeholders, they come and go.” 🩸 🩸

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user Queen of Halloween 🎃

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ezharlow I think I got a little too cocky this time.

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alizemiaharlow LIKE WHYYYY RUIN HIM FOR ME 😭

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jackharlow Who’s being dramatic now 😗

yourusername QUIET JACKMAN.

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jackharlow Sebastian really taking the role of Spider-Man seriously. 📸 @ urbanwyatt

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yourusername 🕷️ 🕸️ ❤️

urbanwyatt ✨ He really is a natural, easiest client ever.

jackharlow I take offense to that.

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jackharlowsource It is. Sebastian is his middle name, they always use their middle names 🤷🏻‍♀️

claybornharlow my friendly neighborhood Spider-Man 😍

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yourusername That tugged at my heartstrings when he said that 🥺 my baby boys ❤️

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yourusername While everyone is getting ready for our annual Halloween party, there’s Lizeth, who hates dressing up 😩

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jackharlow It’s her world, we just live in it ✨

alizemiaharlow Wow, I remember you used to tell ME that.

yourusername 😅

jackharlow Let me rephrase that- It’s my girls world, we just live in it.

alizemiaharlow I guess I’ll take it.

yourbestiename She really does hate dressing up, who is sheeeee????

urbanwyatt She got that from @ cassiewyatt

cassiewyatt Wait a minute, I like dressing up, just not all month. I’m not like mom, tia and Mia.

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jackharlow HARLOWEEN ❤️

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yourusername My man 😍

jackharlow For life 🤞🏼

alizemiaharlow My parents really did that 🔥

ezharlow Not dad being in character all night 😭

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[the-ellia-west]

INTRO POST!!1!!!!!1!

Hello! I'm Ellia! Welcome to my weird-ass writeblr blog! Here's some things to know about me:

I am an Aspiring author and Devoted Christian Woman. I live in the USA (CDT time zone) I am a minor, and the only other language I know is some very spotty spanish.

I mainly write Fantasy, and I'm working on four main projects (Listed Below)!

I like: Jesus, Bright Colors, People, Writing, Reading, Cats, Music, Warm Weather, Rain, Flowers, Dresses, and my Moots!

I Dislike: The texture of wool, Heavy Lifting, Baked Beans, Sin, Satan, Demons, and the Time Travel Trope

Hey! Pst! Before you continue! I have a side blog! Check out @jakkon-and-rose-topic if you want to read some stuff!

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TCOT - (The Cursed One's Throne) - TCOT is a low fantasy Novel Series I have been working on for 5 years, and I hope to publish in the next year, and the Main Wip I will work on and talk about on this blog (Tags: #elliatcot, #ellia tcot, #ellia's tcot, #the cursed one's throne)

J&R - (Placeholder Title) - High fantasy Adventure with Sass, spunk, and a heck of a lot of conflict (To be turned into a comic one day)

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Fallen - (That's the title) - A High Fantasy Romance between a Runaway Noble and a Disgraced (probably Criminal) (Tags: #elliafallen, #ellia'sfallen, #ellia fallen, #ellia's fallen, #rustpearl)

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Alkain - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Raavas - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 3.5

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------------------------------------ Hey there! Hi! You! Tumblr user!

Are you a fan of epic fantasy? Want a story with romance, action, and sassy heroes and villains? How about some good old-fashioned ANGST?

If so, you're in luck! Get ready for the upcoming release of The Cursed One's Throne (TCOT for short), coming... well, eventually!

A story of trauma, war, recovery, trust, and love intertwined with curses, magic, sacrifice, and a few too little hours of sleep. Who needs a release date when you've got me, the very entertaining author, right?

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Hallmark!Series Part Six: Compromise: Mike Duarte x Reader

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Hallmark (feat: Mike Duarte) - Joe watches you fall in love with another man.

Be With Me (feat: Mike Duarte) - Joe tells you how he feels.

Placeholder (feat: Mike Duarte)  - Mike fears he’s a placeholder.

Think About It (feat: Mike Duarte) - Joe recalls what happened the night of Fin's engagement party.

Positive - Mike finds out about what happened between you and Joe.

You’re five months pregnant when Mike next lays eyes on you. You look radiant, your skin is glowing, and you have a small baby bump that your palm rests on as you order a decaf tea from the coffee kiosk by the courthouse. It’s a sign that you’re taking your pregnancy seriously because he’s never known you to drink a decaf anything.

“Let me get that.” Mike says handing over a folded bill after he submits his own order.

He’s coming off an overnight stakeout, running on fumes. There’s a bail hearing you’re both attending in an hour, and he hasn’t had time to run home. He wished he’d at least taken the time to shave before travelling over to Manhattan.

“Can we talk?” He asks you, handing you your drink before gesturing towards the bench opposite the kiosk.

“You did buy me a drink, so I figure I owe you a couple of minutes.” You say with a small smile.

You take a seat alongside of Mike, your hip bumping lightly against his. You miss being in his proximity, the security that comes with being in his presence. You miss him. His smile, his laugh, the way he used to touch you like you were the most precious thing in his world.

“How’s the baby?” He asks you, his thumb playing over the lid of his takeaway cup.

“She is happy and healthy.” You say placing a hand upon your bump. “She’s started kicking recently so that’s fun at three in the morning.”

“You’re having a girl.” Mike says, his lips pursed together into a firm line. “Velasco must be happy.”

“He is and he isn’t.” You say softly, you palm smoothing over your stomach. “I think he thought that once you were out of the picture we’d get together and play happy families…”

“It didn’t work out that way?” Mike asks, taking a sip from his coffee.

“I don’t love him.” You say, cradling your drink to your chest. “Not the way he wants me too. We’ve decided to co-parent instead.”

“How is that going to work?” Mike says, his thumb skimming over the ridges of the cardboard cup.

“We’re still figuring things out.” You tell Mike, with a sigh. “He wants to be involved as much as possible and he has a right to that.”

“But…” Mike prompts because this man knows you better than anyone else, he can sense there’s something else, it sits just bennet the surface of the conversation.

“I draw the line at letting him move in when the baby comes.” You tell Mike. “He read on a website it’s the best thing to do if both parents are amicable.”

Mike laughs bitterly, tilting his head up towards the sky.

“Of course, he did.”

“He’s not wrong.” You explain. “It is recommended for the first few months so that the father has the same opportunity to bond with the baby. I just didn’t envision that I’d end up with a baby and a roommate.”

There’s silence between the two of you before Mike swallows hard against the ache in his chest.

“We really fucked things up, didn’t we?” He says with a mirthless smile.

“No, I did.” You correct him, popping the plastic lid off your cup. “I was insecure, I heard a rumour you were seeing someone else; I should have come to you about it, I was going to, but you got that call out…”

It’s not an excuse, you know it isn’t. You had been hurt at the time because you’d thought things between the two of you were getting serious, only to find out he was supposedly fucking someone else. Then Joe had looked into your eyes, someone who wanted you unconditionally and you’d ended up fucking him in the bathroom, conceiving his baby.

“You know it’s been three months, and I still can’t get you out of my head.” Mike says quietly, toying with his empty cup. “I still love you, I’m still in love with you…I know it’s complicated, that I told you I didn’t want children but she’s your daughter, she’s a part of you and I know if we decide to give this another shot, I will love her like she’s my own.”

“What about Joe?” You ask him, tilting your head so that you can study the profile of his face. “He’s her father, he’s going to be in our lives. If you want us to move forward, you need to get on board with that. I can’t have any animosity around the baby, she’ll pick up on it.”

“I will find a way to make peace.” Mike says, his voice tight because when he thinks about Velasco’s hands on you, he still wants to murder the other man.

“It’s going to be a lot of compromising and it’s not just us anymore. Are you sure this is what you want?” You ask him softly.

Mike reaches over and takes your hand. His thumb traces over your ring finger and he smiles to himself because this isn’t the way he saw the relationship going but the two of you are anything but conventional.

“I love you.” He tells you. “It doesn’t get much simpler than that.”

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[hislaevv]

avatar men as mean bfs ๑

note: Them being shitty boyfriends. Dickhead!Ao’nung x reader. Dickhead!Neteyam x reader. Dickhead!Lo’ak x reader. Trigger warning. Dubcon. Cheating. Gaslighting. Voyeurism.

If you’re wondering why I haven’t included Rotxo, he’s too sweet to be mean 😕 he would never.

Ao’nung

Much to your boyfriends dismay, you decided to tag along during boys night. Everyone was sitting by a fire, chatting and laughing with one another until their eyes were suddenly on Ao’nungs prying fingers, which were uncomfortably close to the inside of your beaded skirt. There was an attempt to pry his hands off, but you’re weak in comparison.

“Ao?” you search his face for answers only to be met with a deadpanned stare in response. Ao’nung didn’t seem to mind the audience, and he knew you were only crying wolf because of the dampness beginning to grow under his touch, it was disgusting how wet you were for him despite place and time.

“Shut up and take it”

Neteyam

Its been days since you’ve last seen him, the war party arrived almost a week ago and he’s yet to come visit you.

Today you’ve taken it upon yourself to march your tail over to his hut. Once inside, the air is as cold as the atmosphere. Your boyfriend is across the room, replacing his bandages over a nasty battle scar.

Neteyam notices you, shooting an annoyed look that goes as soon as it comes. He didn’t have time for you, you were extra baggage and he can’t remember for the life of him why he decided to date you.

Nevertheless he plasters a smile, one that you loved so much. As future olo’eyktan he is obligated to his image as perfect son, perfect soldier, perfect brother, and so perfect boyfriend is not an exception.

“Hello, ma’yawne”

Lo’ak

You cant say you didn’t see it coming, you always assumed it would happen sooner or later.

“Lo’ak, what the hell?”

The Omatikayan girl, which you fail to recognize, races out of his hut not even bothering to pick up her discarded ‘tweng off the floor.

With a huge sigh Lo’ak turns to face you, a half assed apology already forming on the tip of his tongue, “baby look, I have needs that you aren’t exactly looking out to fulfill. She was a placeholder until you were ready for me, alright? But I’m sorry and it won’t happen again, I promise”.

He cups your jaw, reveling in the tears that start to fall on your pretty grief stricken face. He gives you the most chaste of kisses, a sick part of him silently hoped you taste her on him.

[aceghosts]

WIP Wednesday

Hey Everybody! I was tagged by @carlosoliveiraa, @captmactavish, @alexxmason, @cassietrn, @cloudofbutterflies92, @nightbloodbix, and others I'm probably missing, lol.

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Since I'm procrastinating about posting Rooney and Yorinobu's first real conversation due to a bad case of perfectionism, I've been working on some prompts/taking some screenshots. This first snippet is from early on in CP2077 after Rooney and Yorinobu cross paths again. And despite being an ex, Rooney is worried for him:

“I am fine,” He dismisses with a wave of his hand, “Any update on the Relic?” “Yorinobu, you look like shit. Seriously, when did you last sleep?” He adores many things about Rooney, but once they focus on something, it is nearly impossible to draw their attention away. They won’t let go until they get an answer, and Yorinobu is not in the mood to deal with this. “I do not pay you to worry about my health. I pay you to find the Relic. I will ask again:-“ “I’m not asking because you pay me,” Rooney sounds frustrated, digging their heels in, “I’m asking because I care, and apparently, you do need someone to worry about your health. Doesn't look like Hanako or anyone else at Arasaka is doing it.”

The second prompt is definitely keeping with the trend of Rooney and Yorinobu being relentless flirts with each other. While I've kept this snippet relatively PG, this prompt is gonna be nsfw. I'll probably do another taglist for anyone who wants to be tagged in stuff like that; I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable. Anyway, here is the second snippet (Please ignore the placeholder name; It's not important, lol):

“Is that what I am? A distraction?” He asks playfully, pressing a kiss to the corner of their jaw, “You should teach me a lesson for being so distracting.” Damnit, it almost works on them. Everyone knew that under all the tough exterior, Rooney was a softie for the people they love, especially Yorinobu. “Yori, you know I didn’t mean it like that; I really need to focus right now.” They really want to get up to whatever trouble he’s cooked up in his head, but duty calls. “Understood,” He acquiesces with no hard feelings, “Please promise that you’ll make time for us tomorrow night. We need to go to the [Name]’s party.”

Also, I am continuing to mess around in photomode. I'm not feeling great about any of my shots, but I thought I would share two that I kind of liked of Rooney:

I'm also not feeling great about my Rooney/Yorinobu shots either, but I did figure out how to get into the Arasaka Estate and took some Rooney/Yorinobu shots there, lol:

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Master Post Links

Since the reddit post has outdated links and information, I wanted to provide people an easy way to find things instead of having to look through massive amounts of scrolling.

First I just want to say I'm new to this fandom, if there's any incorrect information or things missing feel free to message me on Discord or @ me at any of the TGCF discord's I'm on as I DO NOT check tumblr often. My Discord is .raphaela

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Link to Audiobooks: Link 1.

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There is currently no plans for 7S to translate this version as it was released as a webtoon AFTER the official novel translations.

Link to the Revised Chinese Version English Fan Translations and Faq.

If you would like to buy the Chinese revised version, follow this guide on how to purchase the novel on JJWXC books. Then use this guide on how to export the text for use on your preferred translator.

Manhua (Manga)

The English bilibili comics site shut down on February 29th and is no longer available. You can view the original Chinese Raw on the official bilibil site with a VPN. Guide on how to buy the original volumes here.

You can view the English Manhua on a number of third party sites, such as Mangadex. Just goggle it and a number of them will come up.

Currently there are 101 chapters, no word on when it will resume.

Donghua (Anime)

There are currently 2 seasons available.

Season 1

Audio: English, Mandarine. (Only the Bilibili website has Japanese Audio Available, you need to become a Big Fan to view them. The Official release DVD/Bluray also only had the two languages available. If you want Japanese audio you will need to buy the Japanese release from a proxy service website.)

Subtitles: English.

Official English DVD/Bluray available from a number of retailers.

Season 2

Audio: English, Japanese, Mandarine.

Subtitles: English.

Does not yet have an official English DVD/Bluray release.

Currently Available to view on Crunchyroll (US Only, VPN Works), Bilibili Website (Available with Japanese Audio, Season 1 only) & Bilibili Youtube (Season 1 only) Both requires you to have a VPN, only available in hongkong.

Placeholder Guide on how to pay for Big Fan on Bilibili Website.

It has since been removed from Netflix and Amazon Prime.

Season 3 has yet to be confirmed.

Audio Drama

It's getting VERY long - Post here

Live Action Adaptation Series

A live action Adaptation is in the works and will be called Eternal Faith. Filming was done in 2022, rumored to be released this year (2024), set to be 60 episodes, but nothing is confirmed.

Information taken from a number of sources, mostly the tgcf reddit faq and TGCF Discord servers.

[thehatchetfieldfiles]

hi! this is a project that i'm starting, my main blog is @edsearring (pronouns are they/he/she)

header and pfp are placeholders until i figure out logos and stuff

i'm making a series about a video essay by a character in the same universe as hatchetfield but outside of it. they start by doing a true crime podcast based on the events of npmd, but very rapidly go way deeper into it. peip will be involved here somehow

this is VERY much a wip (i just started writing) but more updates will be here

anything out of character will be tagged as #ooc and if i make any in character posts or post the next episode here it will be tagged as #the narrator.

also i'm on instagram @ thehatchetfieldfiles

thanks sm to everyone on the blinky's rewatch party discord server for support and offering to help

credits:

@un-deserts-your-bluffs - beta reader

[imfinereallyy]

🧡Oh hey there!🧡

Welcome to ✨my blog✨. I'm Rae and I'm just trying my best here. My main topic here is Steddie and Stranger Things all around. I have completely spiraled and hyper fixated on it since Volume 1, and it's been consuming my brain ever since. This post is mainly to say hi!, let you know a few things and give you access to my main posts.

Let this be known as a safe space (especially for the LGBTQ+ community) and I will not tolerate hate. This is a place for kindness and creativity.

I love making friends so feel free to message me, or send me prompts! 🥰

Some of my writing does involve mature themes, so keep that in mind while scrolling. I am 24, and despite feeling like I'm stuck at 16 some days, I am an adult. So please proceed with caution when necessary. I will try my best to properly tag things.

If you want to check out my work on ao3, which has a mix of stuff from tumblr and new stuff, you can click here.

Here is the masterlist of my fics so far! *updated 7/26/23 completely, in process of update 4/26/24

Series:

Father Figures (completed and available on ao3)

pt. 1

pt. 2

I wonder if you look both ways (When you cross my mind) 🐝･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･✦ʚɞ (ongoing)

pt. 1

pt. 2

pt. 3

pt. 4

Tattooed Steve (ongoing)

pt. 1

pt. 2

The Long Con (ongoing) (available on ao3)

pt. 1

pt. 2

Sibling Adventures of El and Steve (ongoing)

(still steddie heavy, and can be read stand-alone, not majorly connected)

Dad's going to be angry

Sleep Demon

Quality Time

more el and steve

✧˖°.AO3 FICS✧˖°.

Craved Oblivion Series (Hunger Games AU) *ongoing*

A Martyr's Lullaby *completed*

tbd

tbd

Better Late than Never (Just Don't Make Me Wait Forever) 

But You'll Have This Place to Call Home, Always 

Father Figures 

The Long Con *ongoing*

Huggin' and a-kissin', dancin' and a-lovin'

One Shots:

Say "I love you" before you go

Father's Day

Good Morning

Is This Okay?

First Kiss

“You Hurt Me” (real title pending)

Take the Crisis Back

Emergency Kiss

Deja Vu

Drugs are Kicking in

Eavesdropping

Placeholders

Celebrate Softly

After the Beep

Track 7

Birthday Parties and Secret Signals

(these are more popular ones/or really recent ones I have too many to list! There are plenty more in my blog if you’re curious. Most should be tagged with #mywriting or #writingprompts)

I also have plenty of writing prompts, as my brain runs a mile a minute, and I adore it when people feel inspired by my writing so feel free to explore.

I hope you enjoy! Get comfy and stay awhile :)

Things I would like to note: Homophobia, Transphobia, Sexism, Racism, etc. are absolutely not tolerated here. As stated earlier the idea is to create a safe space for everyone. If I or anyone that interacts with my blog upsets you, please don't feel shy to message me. My asks (with anon) and messages are open, even if it's just to chat (also keep in mind once again I am an adult). Don't bully the children either, they are just trying their best. Please and thank you. 💖

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Find the word

Thanks to @bookish-karina here and here and @somethingclevermahogony here!

My words: old, new, borrowed, blue, gentle, pretend, stars, secret, rob, cradle, monster, and gaunt.

Your words: launch, admire, short, reckless

Tagging @aziz-reads @talesofsorrowandofruin @i-can-even-burn-salad @space-writes @drchenquill

+ ANYONE ELSE

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

@nebula--nix @literarynecromancy @honeybewrites

Keep reading for:

Maddie is proud of her reference

William's formula works

Ash wants telepathic theory books

Robbie just punched Jason

Party planning

Lexi is unhappy

Rose, in between dimensions

Kirsten talking to Lexi and Maddie's mom

Yes, I used a name for this

The only time I've used this word was in shitty MCU fanfic that I feel sick talking about so here's the shortest excerpt

Placeholder video game

Old - from The Secret Portal Part One (Maddie POV)

“Well,” said Noelle, biting her knuckle, “this rock being a portal doesn’t sound too logical.” “Logical?” I repeated. “Okay, Mr. Spock, what’s so logical about walking through a wall and ending up here.” I smirked at my reference to one of the old sci-fi shows I watched with Lexi for the past year.

New - from The Secret Portal Part One

William slowly poured the new formula, sparkling with speedsters’ lightning, onto the frozen insect. He clutched the tablet—containing all of his notes, the ingredients to his formula, his observations, the past month of his life—against his body. He tapped the side rapidly, anxiety taking hold. Slowly, the insect’s wings began to flap.

Borrowed - from The Secret Portal Part One

“You’re dressed as Dr. David Pinchên.” Carla looked down at her sweater vest and khakis. “Wait, isn’t that the telepathic theory guy?” Ash asked. Carla nodded. “Hey, can I borrow some of his books?” “Sure,” said Carla. “Thanks,” said Ash.

Blue - from The Secret Portal Part One (Robbie POV)

Jason stood up straighter, rubbing his jaw, his steely blue eyes locked on me with a look that could kill. Still, I didn’t regret the action. Yeah, I shouldn’t have done it, but who gave a shit? I may not have been a hero, but justice was justice.

Gentle - from The Secret Portal Part One

“I programmed the replicators with Jedi with some cookie recipes, so kinda,” said Noelle as Sam dragged her into the main room. Noelle reluctantly allowed herself to be led by Sam, who was obviously being as gentle as possible with the gesture, as Sam explained how she and Lexi planned all of the games.

Pretend(ing) - from The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

My smile faded as my stomach dropped to my shoes. I turned the lock on my locker, pretending I didn’t notice. Or at least make it seem like I didn’t care. I eavesdropped. Obviously.

Stars - from The Secret Portal Part One (Rose POV)

Space. I thought. Maybe it just resembled space—I’d never been, so how’d I know? I thought the little white dots were stars, poking out from behind the brilliant pinks and greens weaving around me. I was breathing heavily—there was air.

Secret - from The Secret Portal Part One

Kirsten sighed on the other end. “I’m sorry, that was unplanned. But do you want Lexi to keep a secret from her sister for two years? I’m honestly surprised Maddie found the Gateway. One could only imagine how they managed to walk in the right spot. Besides, they had to find out about themselves eventually.”

Rob - from The Secret Portal Part One (Gwen POV)

“Rob, where’s Niri?” Jazlyn asked as she and Ewan came over. “Uhhh…” said Robbie, looking around the large room, “I… don’t know. Either the pool or his room.” Jazlyn sighed, but didn’t seem upset. “Of course. Even though he promised we’d practice together.” Her gaze landed on me as she blew a bubble of gum I didn’t realize she’d been chewing on.

Cradle(s) - from "Just One Moment"

My other hand still cradles his cheek.

Monster - from The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

I followed Robbie’s avatar as he showed me the ropes of the game. “Watch out, Lexi, there’s a monster!” “I see that!” I practically attacked my phone screen as I had my character use a few sword swipes at the ghoul in front of me. “Ahhhh!” Maddie screamed with me until the ghoul was dead.

Gaunt - N/A

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Martyrs and Kings - Chapter 14

The Bridges We Burn

Rating: Mature/18+/Minors DNI

Pairing: Kix x archivist/historian OFC

Wordcount: 2.8k

Warnings: angst; mature language; SMUT; minimal prep; PIV; biting; cum eating

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Every window of Maree’s flat was thrown open to let in the early morning breeze. It was midsummer, and before many hours passed, Republic City would be sweltering, but for now the air was still cool and crisp. The curtains billowed gently into the room, distracting Maree as she packed up the last few crates of her belongings. She could smell the ocean: fresh and salty today, with no trace of the stench that had plagued the city a few weeks earlier. She stood for a moment, breathing in the familiar scent as she gazed around the empty room. She swallowed down the tightness in her throat.

This place had been her home for over a decade. She’d bought the flat a year after she was hired at the Archive, and she had made so many memories inside these walls. In this flat, she’d hosted dinner parties, birthday parties, engagement parties, holiday parties, going-away parties. She’d had sleepovers with Valsi when they had caroused a little too enthusiastically. She and her friends had watched every Equinox Day sunsail race from her balcony for the past twelve years. She had scrubbed the stain out of the carpet from the time when Tane had sloshed his wine glass while arguing with a friend over whether it would be easier to fight one astromech-sized mouse droid or ten mouse-droid-sized astromechs. She’d blasted glimmik music and danced triumphantly through every room in the flat the day her first book manuscript was accepted. 

It was the first home where she’d been able to decorate exactly how she wanted, without having to negotiate with roommates or beg permission from a landlord. She had painted the walls in her favorite colors, and painted them again when she decided the original effect was too busy. 

And now those walls were bare, stripped of all her paintings and mirrors, without even nails left as placeholders for the missing decor. The holes had been patched and repainted, the artwork sold or packed away and shipped to her mothers’ home for storage and safekeeping until Maree found another place to call home. If she ever did.

The flat belonged to someone else now. A stranger. Maree had only until the end of the day to finish removing her belongings and hand over the security codes to her realtor. The buyer would take possession the next day, and then it would be their turn to make all of the memories and choices and mistakes that were inevitable in the process of turning a flat into a home.

Only a few items remained to be packed. Maree reached for one blindly, and her heart gave a little lurch as she recognized the datapad Kix had given her. She wrapped it carefully in a scarf and tucked it into the crate. After that, there were just some holoframes and other delicate items left, and then she sealed the crate and stacked it with the rest of the items to be picked up by the moving company. They were due to arrive any minute, and once they were gone, Maree would take a taxi to Valsi’s home, where she would spend her last night on Hosnian Prime before catching a shuttle to Adelphi the next day.

The door chimed, startling her. The movers, she realized, and went to open the door. But it was not the movers.

Kix’s hair was a little longer, his beard a little fuller. He looked a little thinner, and the shadows under his eyes were etched a little deeper, but his eyes were just as piercing as she remembered as the morning sun glinted in their honeyed depths. 

She stared at him wordlessly for a moment, and then stood back to admit him. He stepped over the threshold and curiously surveyed the empty room.

“I’d offer you a seat, but I already sold all the furniture,” Maree said.

“You’re really leaving, then.” His voice was gruff.

“Yep,” she said. “Quit my job and torched the bridge in a spectacular fashion. How did you hear that I’d left the Archive?”

“I, er, called your office,” he said. “To apologize for—well, everything. I tried your comm channel, but it didn’t go through.”

“It was provided by the Library,” she said. “I had to get a new channel when I left.”

Kix nodded. “Well, Teejay told me you were no longer with the Library.” He looked uncomfortable. “The droid had a few choice words for me. It seems to hold me personally responsible for your leaving.”

Maree laughed shortly. “Sounds about right. Teejay thrives on routine and hates change. A new boss is going to be a big adjustment. All that frustration has to go somewhere; I guess you were just a convenient target.”

“I’m used to droids aiming at me,” Kix said.

“Is that clone humor?” Maree asked with a tiny smile.

“Maybe,” he replied. “What will you do now?” 

She shrugged. “I’ll figure it out. I doubt I’ll be coming back to Hosnian Prime. There’s nothing for me here. I’ll need to buy a ship at some point. Hopefully I got enough from selling the flat to cover the cost.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t already have one,” he said.

“I never traveled enough to make it worth the docking fees,” she said.

“Will you miss it here?” he asked.

“I’ll miss Valsi. And the spiced biscuits,” she added. “It’s going to take me a while to find anything to replace them in the Outer Rim.”

“You should stock up before you leave,” he said.

“I had a better idea,” she said. “I got the bakery to give me the recipe. Now all I have to do is learn how to bake.”

“Resourceful,” he said.

They lapsed into an uncomfortable silence. Kix stared around the empty flat, looking anywhere except Maree’s eyes.

“Why are you here, Kix?” she asked at last.

“I came because—” his voice broke, and he cleared his throat. “Because Quiggold told me what the captain tried to do. I felt like I owed you an apology. And… an explanation. ”

“You don’t owe me anything,” she said. “I was just doing my job.”

“And what about the rest?” he asked. 

“You don’t need to worry about that,” she replied. “I was never under any delusion that I was anything more than a convenient hookup. I’m a big girl. I know how the galaxy works.”

“You’re wrong,” he said bluntly. 

Maree’s eyes widened. “I am?”

“Yes. I’ve been drowning for the past year, and when I met you, my feet touched solid ground.”

Her breath caught. “Kix—”

“Your favorite color is green,” he said.

She blinked. “What?”

“Not just any green. It’s a vibrant, sap green. The color of the moss that grows on river rocks in the springtime. The color of leaves, just starting to open after the long winter.”

“How did you know that?” she asked.

“Every painting in your office and your home had a touch of that color. Your napkins, your pillows, your favorite mug. You never wear it, though. Why is that?” he asked.

“It doesn’t suit me,” she said. “But I still love it.”

She didn’t know what else to say, or why he was here, or what he expected from her, and an awkward silence descended once again as she waited for him to speak. After a long pause, he took a deep breath.

“Maree, I’m nobody,” he said. “Even when I was a soldier, I had nothing except my honor. Now I’m a pirate, and I don’t even have that.”

“Don’t say things like that,” Maree protested. “It’s not true. It’s not even close to true!”

“Please, just listen,” he begged, and she fell silent. “I didn’t think you would want to leave everything you’ve built to go slum it on a pirate ship. But then Reveth told me what you said. About how you didn’t want to take the choice away from me. And I realized that’s exactly what I did to you when I left without telling you how I feel about you. And when I heard you’d left the Archive, I knew I’d made the biggest mistake of my life.”

“Kix, I—”

“I know I don’t have much to offer,” he said hurriedly. “Nothing that could compete with all this. But if you come with me, I swear to you, I will spend the rest of my life doing everything in my power to make sure you don't regret it.”

“Oh, love, I would never—”

“I can give you firsthand accounts of the Clone Wars. I can show you Separatist bases that haven’t been touched since the war ended. You could still do your research. You wouldn’t have to give up your dream, I could help you make it come true, I swear—”

“Kix!” she interrupted sternly. “Stop. Talking.”

He stammered to a halt, his eyes wide, as Maree stood on her tiptoes to grab his shoulders and pull him down into a kiss. His hands rested for a moment on her hips, and then with a groan, he wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her tightly against him. He kissed her as if his life depended on it. When at last they broke apart, he gazed into her eyes and stroked her face, holding her close, cradling her body as if she were some delicate, precious thing that he could not bear to part with.

“Does this mean you’ll consider it?” he asked.

“No,” she said. “It means I’ve already decided.”

“You have?” he asked, and his eyes lit with hope.

“Yes,” she said, pulling him down for another kiss. “My mother won’t be delighted to hear I’ve taken up with a pirate, but she’s retired from the Ranger Corps now, so she’s at least somewhat less likely to come gunning for us.”

“How does she feel about clones?” he asked.

“She’ll love you. Just like I do.”

All his breath left in a rush, and he stared at her. “Say that again.”

“Baba probably won’t hunt us down—”

“Don’t tease me,” he said, and kissed her. “You know what I mean.”

“I do,” she said. “And I meant what I said. I love you, Kix.”

“I think I loved you from the moment I saw you,” he confessed. “I never could have hoped you would feel the same way.”

“My love,” she murmured, kissing his forehead. “My sweet, sweet boy.” She kissed down his temple, to his cheek, and finally his lips. “Of course I do.”

Kix slid his hands up Maree’s back, savoring the way her body molded against him beneath the smooth fabric of her dress. He could scarcely believe that this was real, that she was actually here with him, her lips pressed against his, her tongue moving deliciously in his mouth, her sighs of pleasure warm against his skin. It was a dream, or a fantasy—it must be. 

He clutched her tightly to himself, afraid that if he loosened his hold, she would slip away and disappear. But her hands felt solid and real as they roamed over his arms and shoulders, and nothing he could ever imagine could feel as incredible as the way she tangled her fingers in his hair. He broke away from her lips and kissed his way down her throat, slipping his hand around to cup her breast. 

She whimpered as his teeth scraped over a particularly sensitive spot, but as he reached for the hem of her skirt, she gasped, “Wait!”

He stilled immediately, pulling back so he could see her face. Her hair was mussed, her lips were swollen, and her eyes were hazy with desire, and it took every shred of self-control he possessed not to pull her back into his arms and devour her.

“What is it?” he asked.

“The movers!” she said.

“Movers?” he asked blankly.

“They’ll be here any minute, and I am NOT getting interrupted again, Kix, I swear to gods, every time we do this, somebody kriffing walks in on us, and—”

He kissed her, and whatever she was planning to add to that sentence disappeared into a wanton moan. He gripped her hips and pulled her against him, and when she rolled her pelvis against his achingly hard cock, he nearly came in his pants.

“On second thought, we can lock the door,” she said, coming up for air.

“Let’s do that,” he agreed.

She pulled away from his embrace and hurried to the door, slapping the lock button on the control panel. Kix followed close behind, and when she turned to face him, he pinned her against the door and kissed her until she was breathless and wild and making the sweetest karking sounds he’d ever heard. She fumbled at his belt, and he felt the waistband loosen, and then she shoved her hand down the front of his pants, not even bothering to push them down. 

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned as her nimble little fingers wrapped around his cock. “Fuck yes, oh kark, I missed you so kriffing much.”

“I missed you,” she breathed, and tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.

Kix’s heart shattered. He cupped her face in his hands and brushed away the tears, then pressed his lips to her face, scattering kisses everywhere he could reach until he washed away every trace of hurt and sadness in her eyes. 

“Kix?” she whispered.

“Hmm?”

“This is nice, but if you aren’t inside me in the next ten seconds, I will not be held responsible for my actions.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said dutifully, yanking up the hem of her skirt and tugging the thin lace of her underwear aside. The fabric was soaked through, and he hissed in a deep breath when he dragged his fingers across her slippery, swollen clit.

She pushed down the waistband of his briefs just far enough to free his cock and line him up with her entrance. He hooked a hand behind her thigh and lifted it to wrap around his waist, and then he pushed into her. Holy fuck, she was tight. He hadn’t prepped her, and his cock only went in partway. He paused and started to withdraw.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes!” she cried. “God damn it, Kix, fuck me now!”

His control snapped, and he bit down savagely on her neck as he thrust into her two more times, and then he was fully inside. A ragged, animalistic groan ripped from her throat, and she levered herself against him, wrapping her other leg around him and hooking her feet behind his back as he pounded her into the door. He gripped her ass, supporting her weight as he drove into her again and again. Each thrust of his cock punched the air from her lungs until she was a gasping, sobbing wreck, unable to form words.

His heart raced, his legs began to spasm, and he shifted, bringing a hand around to press on her clit and fucking into her with short, rapid strokes. She tightened around him until he thought he was going to pass out, and then she shattered with a scream. The violence of her orgasm nearly pushed his cock out of her pussy, but he rammed into her, fucking her through it, and within seconds, his vision went blank as pleasure exploded through his body, and he came hard, jetting hot spurts of cum into her cunt.

He buried his face against her neck and breathed in her scent as he gasped for air. Slowly, his consciousness returned, and he eased her legs down from his waist. She shuddered against him, and he wrapped his arms around her until her breathing stabilized. Kark, he’d missed the scent of her hair. He inhaled deeply and kissed her head. Then he kissed her again. And again and again, traveling down her body until he knelt before her.

His cum had started to drip down her thighs, and he lifted her skirt carefully, making sure to keep the fabric away from his mess. He leaned forward and stroked his tongue gently across her skin, licking her clean, and then he dipped into her, keeping his tongue soft and his touches light to avoid overstimulating her. She threaded her fingers through his hair and cupped his head, breathing quiet, passionate sighs. When he finished, he carefully put her back together, arranging her skirts perfectly and brushing away the worst of the wrinkles.

She sank to her knees next to him, and he sat down against the wall and pulled her onto his lap. He stroked her hair softly, guiding her head to rest against his shoulder. 

“Your floor is really hard,” he said.

“Yeah. Next time, we should fuck somewhere with furniture.”

“So high maintenance,” he teased.

“Sadly true,” she sighed. “I require a bed. Maybe even a chair.”

“Ridiculous,” he said. “Next you’ll be telling me you want a sofa.”

“Regretting your choice so soon?” she asked.

He huffed a laugh against her hair. “Never.”

---

Epilogue

Tagging:

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[sovvannight]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @alyssoid and @onlygenxhere

I thought oh, there's no way I can share anything, but I actually think this isn't too, too spoilery? Here's the beginning of a scene that'll happen sometime toward the end of season 3. (Not that I'm done with everything up to that point--I had this thought that it would make sense to write one arc at a time so I've been working on the arc where this fits in.) XXX is my placeholder - I've got to name a bakery that I'm mentioning for the second time here.

Carrie was straightening up her room, feeling oddly nervous. Flynn was coming over for a hangout, but that really wasn’t a big deal, she told herself. It would be fine. She’d had guests over before—the other Candies, boyfriends, even parties. And Julie and Flynn, when they’d all been younger.

After plumping up the pillows on her pink settee for the fifth time, she decided to get out of her room and go downstairs to confirm that she had everything set for snacks.

Sodas were chilling in the fridge, along with a bakery box from XXX—she’d gotten brownies again. It felt like it was their thing. Brownies from XXX. Plus, she’d gotten the hot chips she’d seen Flynn eating in an Instagram post from a few months ago. And, of course, they had fruit and yogurt, and eggs and veggies to make omelets. She’d just have to see what Flynn wanted to do for an actual meal. If she even stayed that long.

But maybe she wouldn’t. Maybe she’d get bored. What would they even talk about? Maybe they’d just hang out by the pool or watch a movie. That might be good, because then they’d have to be quiet and she wouldn’t have to think of conversation topics. Maybe she’d suggest that.

Her dad came into the kitchen, then, to get a glass of water. “What’s up with you today?” he asked as he poured filtered water into his glass.

“Flynn’s coming over,” Carrie blurted out. She was annoyed that he was pretending that he cared, but at the same time, she wanted to talk to someone about it, and he was here.

“Oh! That’ll be fun for you.”

“You think?” She was genuinely curious. Her dad didn’t have friends over much, either, unless it was a big party, so why would he think a one-on-one hangout would be fun?

He gave her a surprised look. “Sure! Why wouldn’t it be? You and her were friends once.”

Carrie decided to be honest, just for the hell of it. “Well, I always thought Flynn was mostly friends with Julie, and just kind of tolerated me. And we haven’t hung out in years.”

[doueverwonder]

This is technically from a wip game i was tagged in months ago but I feel like talking about wip's so (im not doing the tag part i just left the rules so y'all know whats up)

Rules: Reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

The Bookseller & The Florist - The NedAme fic i've been posting, title is pretty explanatory even if you haven't been reading it.

The Ex - a week or so after Icelands birthday they're throwing a pseudo party for him in Dublin. Feat. Romano going "????" bc him and Norway are absolute opposites but Ire used to date Nor? and is now dating him?

Memories - A Spain fic that exists as two paragraphs and a very vague idea, i want to write for it i just don't know,,, how,,,,?

After the Fall - Germania and family finally heading back North after Odoacer overthrew Romulus Augustus, mostly family centered fluff/some internal-ish angst on Germania's part. (nightmares that he won't talk about, and leave him feeling isolated)

Natalya in Constantinople - title is a placeholder that's a joke off Emily in Paris. Belarus living in Constantinople before it falls, a lot of character/family tree building, less actual story if that makes sense.

Sons of Henrik - Early viking age, All of the Central Germanics/Anglo-Saxons have converted to Christianity and 'abandoned everything we were taught'; Denmark and Sweden feel like their family has turned their backs on them as well and they're angry about it. Norway is very conflicted on exact feelings, arguing that their recently deceased Father (Germania) wouldn't want infighting in the family. Nothing really gets solved. (Inspired by some guys Quora rant about the Saxon Wars triggering the Viking Age, not sure if they're actually connected at all but it was interesting to read at least.)

Scandals - Roderich and Antonio are married, Erzsébet is involved with both of them. It gets out, and nobles love to gossip. (another one of the less fleshed out ones but still)

Father - Brandenburg and Germany get into a fight; mostly centered around a legitimate "your not my dad" feeling. Brandenburg snaps and accidentally tells Germany "well Gilbert wasn't either!" cue Ludwig's entire world crumbling as he finds out his entire family has been lying since he was born.

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Hallmark!Series Part Seven: Baby Talk - Joe Velasco x Reader

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Hallmark!Series:

Hallmark (feat: Mike Duarte) - Joe watches you fall in love with another man.

Be With Me (feat: Mike Duarte) - Joe tells you how he feels.

Placeholder (feat: Mike Duarte)  - Mike fears he’s a placeholder.

Think About It (feat: Mike Duarte) - Joe recalls what happened the night of Fin's engagement party.

Positive - Mike finds out about what happened between you and Joe.

Five Months - You and Mike catch up.

Joe finds out you’re back with Duarte when a friend from another precinct sends a picture of the two of you in a Cuban restaurant in the Bronx. It’s an intimate setting. The two of you are sitting across from each other, there’s a candle in the middle of the table. Duarte’s hand rests on yours, that amused smile on his features as you laugh at something he says. Your free hand rests on the place where his baby resides.

Joe doesn’t know why it hurts so much. You’ve made it clear you don’t want to be with him, he accepts that, respects it, but seeing you play happy families with Duarte, it stings. He can already see his future stretching out in front of him, him left out in the cold, seeing his kid on weekends while you and Duarte raise his daughter. Christ it feels like someone’s ripped his heart right out of his chest every time he thinks about it.

“I hear you and Duarte are back together.” He says when the two of you meet up before the sonogram appointment. He’s both excited and a little nervous because today he gets to hear his baby’s heartbeat for the first time. He tears the edges off the paper sugar packet, piling the strips up in a small heap. It’s gesture you recognise from your time together as partners.

“We’re taking it slow.” You tell him as you sip from a cup of decaf tea. “We’ve had a few dates; he seems to be adapting to the situation.”

“You mean the fact you’re having my baby?” Joe asserts, his elbows coming to rest upon the surface of the table.

“And the fact we’re going to co-parent her.” You input before leaning back in your seat, palm smoothing over your stomach. “It’s a complicated situation for all of us. He’s dating the girl that got knocked up by her partner. It’s an adjustment.”

“You been catching flack for that?” Joe asks you, his eyes flickering up to meet yours.

“Not in the unit.” You tell him and he knows that while he’s getting a clap on the back for knocking you up, you’re being branded a slut, especially now your back with Duarte. “Before the baby, I probably would have given a shit about it but now…”

You smile as you cradle the bump between your hands.

“The things I used to worry about don’t really matter as much.”

Joe knows what you’re talking about. There’s so much stupid, petty shit he used to think about before the baby but now it all seems irrelevant because all he cares about is his kid and making sure she’s happy and healthy.

“I want to be a part of this.” He tells you, clasping his hands together on the surface of the table. “I want to be as involved as I can. I want time to bond with my daughter, to feed her, to sooth her. If Duarte has to be a part of that, I’ll find a way to get cool with it, but I don’t want to be shut out if the two of you decide you want to play happy families.”

“Joe…” You say reaching across the table and clasping his hand. “I’m not going to cut you out of our daughter’s life just because Mike’s back on the scene. We made this baby together and I promise we’re going to raise her together.”

You reach into your handbag and pull out an A5 notepad before flicking to the page you want and turning it around to face him.

“I tried to put a schedule together for after the baby is born, you can change whatever you want but I was thinking, you can do the afternoons or evenings. Feed her, bath her, put her down for bed, I read that’s the best way for you to bond with her. We stick to a routine, keep it consistent.”

Joe holds it between his hands, studying it intently. On paper it holds up, he thinks he should be able to stick to it when he takes paternity leave. He’s willing to pitch in at other times if you need it, he knows it’s important to be both flexible and consistent.

“We can work on it as things change.” He tells you, handing the notepad back. “But I’m happy with what you’ve got down here, it’s a lot more than I expected.”

“If you want more or less or if we need to switch something up, just tell me and we can figure it out.” You tell him. “This only works if we communicate openly with each other and that means on everything, not just scheduling. If there’s something that makes you uncomfortable, I want you to be able to discuss it with me.”

There’s a silence between the two of you before Joe gaze lowers to coffee cup.

“I don’t want Duarte to replace me.” He says quietly as his thumb chases over the porcelain.  “I’m happy for him to be in her life but I don’t want him to become her dad, I just…”

He trails off, trying to swallow hard against the ache in his chest because this baby hasn’t even been born yet and already, he has so much love for her it hurts.

“Nobody wants that.” You reassure him, dipping your head so that you can meet his gaze. “There’s going to be stuff that me and you go through that Mike won’t be able to understand, he’ll try to but…”

You shake your head.

“At the end of the day I’m her mom, you’re her dad. There is no one in this world who could love this baby more than the two of us.”

Joe looks up at you, his eyes meeting yours and you see the man that you’ve spent the past two years partnered with, the one you’ve trusted with your life, and you know that like you he will do everything in his power to make this arrangement work. Your daughter is the most important thing in the world to the two of you.

You feel a flutter in your belly, and you reach out, taking Joe’s hand in yours before pressing it to your stomach.

“She’s kicking again.” You say and Joe smiles as he feels the baby’s foot nudging against his palm. “She must recognise your voice.”

“You think?” He asks you, his entire face lighting up as he follows the baby’s movements.

“Yea Joe.” You tell him. “I think she knows her daddy.”

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