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[meaningofaeons]

im cooking (remarried empress style fic with alhaitham x reader/wriothesley x reader)

[littlebeluu]

Hi! Hope you're day is going well :)

If it's okay I'd like to request smth for marc, if not just ignore this haha. I actually have a few ideas but just pick the one you like the most :)

1. It's kinda similar to the one you already wrote I guess but reader being insecure cos shes not as conventionally attractive as other wags, like she's not ugly but she's not a model either yk? Maybe also like people online hating on her body and/or weight and she doesn't wanna make a big deal out of it but marc notices and like reassures her and stuff (also in my head, reader is like a really private person who doesnt like a lot of attention, has her social media accounts on private and doesn't post anything except a handful of stories every now and then but that's obvi just me, doesn't have to be like that)

2. Marc reaching reader catalan (in my mind reader can already speak Spanish but that's not a must obvi)

3. Marc teaching reader football and she's just really bad at it haha idk I think it could be cute

4. Height difference (I'm 5'3 haha so this is really a self insert) like maybe reader wearing his clothes for the first time and they're so adorably oversized on her or like just anything about height difference really :)

You can obviously change stuff about the requests if there's anything you don't feel comfortable with or don't like, I don't mind. Sorry if it's too much stuff at once btw, I'm not really good at writing this kinda stuff.

Thanks so much in advance already, I hope you have an amazing day (or night, depending when you're reading this haha)

I'll do other ones too 🫶🏻

I might have some trouble to do the second one cause I also don't speak catalán but I'll try anyway.

"Insecure"

marc guiu x female reader

warnings: none

The car engine hummed softly as Marc and I settled into our seats after training. Our eyes met in the rearview mirror, and I felt a flutter in my chest. Despite the hours apart, his presence still had that effect on me.

"Hey," Marc greeted, his voice warm but tinged with concern.

"Hey," I responded, trying to muster enthusiasm.

Marc's brow furrowed as he studied my reflection. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, forcing a smile. "Yes."

His eyes narrowed, unconvinced. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.

Marc sighed, reaching for the radio. As music filled the car, we drove in silence, the tension palpable. Every few minutes, I caught him glancing at me, worry etched on his face.

"I'm fine," I assured him, though the words felt hollow.

"You're lying," he said softly, his voice a mixture of hurt and frustration.

I hesitated, torn between protecting him from my insecurities and the need to be honest. "It's just..."

"Tell me," he encouraged, his tone gentler now.

"Why do you think I'm upset?" I deflected, buying time.

Marc's eyes softened as he looked at me. "I don't know, but I've noticed you haven't really smiled today. Not your genuine smile, anyway."

"Of course I did," I protested weakly.

"No," he shook his head. "I know you better than anyone else. I can tell when you're feeling down, even if you don't say anything."

His words hung in the air as I struggled to find my voice.

"What's wrong, babe?" Marc pressed, his concern evident. "You're going to tell me, or..." He trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished.

I took a deep breath, feeling tears prick at my eyes. "I'm sorry. It's nothing important."

"It must be something if your smile hasn't been genuine in the past 24 hours."

"Yeah, well..."

"Just say whatever it is," he urged, his voice a mixture of frustration and worry.

"Honestly? People have been saying horrible things about me lately," I admitted, my voice cracking.

Marc's expression darkened. "What? Who?"

"It's okay," I tried to reassure him, wiping away a stray tear. "Really. Just forget about it."

"No," Marc insisted, pulling the car over to the side of the road. He turned to face me fully. "What happened?"

I hesitated, feeling foolish. "It's stupid."

"Just tell me," he pleaded, taking my hand in his.

"Your teammates' girlfriends posted photos with me yesterday," I began, my voice barely audible.

"And?"

"Everyone's saying horrible stuff. Like... like I'm the ugliest and fattest girlfriend."

Marc's face contorted with anger and disbelief. "What? Who's saying this?"

"People online," I mumbled, ashamed of how much it affected me.

"So nobody real?" he asked, his tone softening.

"Well, they could actually exist somewhere," I argued weakly.

"Don't even joke around," Marc frowned. "They don't deserve any importance. You shouldn't read comments under their posts anyway."

I sighed, looking out the window. "I know I shouldn't, but sometimes I can't help it. It's like picking at a scab - you know it's bad for you, but you do it anyway."

Marc's expression softened with understanding. "I get it, but those comments are toxic. They're not worth your time or energy."

"You're right," I admitted, turning back to face him. "I just wish I could stop caring what others think."

Marc reached over and squeezed my hand. "It's not easy, but we'll work on it together. Your worth isn't determined by strangers on the internet."

I took a deep breath, feeling vulnerable. "I guess sometimes those words hurt more than others. Like... maybe I wish I had more confidence. Being known is so overwhelming, and I wish I knew how to get over myself. I guess... I envy the confidence of other girls I meet."

Marc's eyes filled with understanding and love. "You're not ugly nor fat, Y/n. You're beautiful, inside and out."

"I didn't say I was, people said it," I protested weakly.

"But you think it," he said softly, his thumb tracing circles on my hand.

"No," I lied, unable to meet his gaze.

Marc cupped my face gently, forcing me to look at him. "Tell me something, Y/n. When was the last time you read something nice?"

I felt a rush of guilt for worrying him. "Well today, you told me something nice this morning. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound like such a baby."

"Stop apologizing," he said firmly. "You're beautiful, and I'm so lucky to be your boyfriend. But more than that, you're kind, intelligent, and strong. Those people online? They don't know you. They don't see how you light up a room, how you make everyone around you feel special."

Tears spilled down my cheeks as Marc's words washed over me. He pulled me into a tight embrace, and I buried my face in his shoulder.

"I love you," he whispered into my hair. "Every part of you. And I promise, we'll work on building your confidence together. You don't have to face this alone”

As we sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, I felt a weight lift from my shoulders. The cruel words of strangers seemed to fade away, replaced by the warmth of Marc's love and support.

"Thank you," I murmured, pulling back to meet his gaze. This time, my smile was genuine.

Marc leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a soft, tender kiss. It was gentle and reassuring, conveying all the love and support he had for me. As we parted, he rested his forehead against mine, our breaths mingling.

I reached up, running my fingers through his hair before pulling him in for another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate. When we finally broke apart, we were both slightly breathless.

Marc started the car again, but before pulling back onto the road, he turned to me with a mischievous grin. "Now, how about we go get some ice cream and plot our revenge on those haters"

I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in days. "Ice cream, yes. Revenge... maybe we'll save that for another day."

As we drove off, hand in hand, I realized that while I couldn't control what others said about me, I could choose to surround myself with love and positivity. And with Marc by my side, I felt ready to face whatever challenges came our way.

Before we reached the ice cream shop, Marc pulled over once more. He cupped my face gently and gave me one last, lingering kiss. "You're beautiful," he murmured against my lips. "Inside and out. Don't ever forget that."

I smiled into the kiss, feeling truly loved and cherished. With Marc's support and these tender moments, I knew I could overcome any insecurity. We drove on, looking forward to our ice cream date, our hands intertwined and hearts full of love.

[stitchdfox]

Eddie is on tour pt 3

His eyes blur as he stares at his phone. The phone app open, taunting him with Steve’s contact info. His thumb hovers over the green call button. Hesitant.

“Come on, Munson. He told you to call him.” Eddie mumbles to himself.

“Joining us tonight?” Their drummer Gareth asks as he slaps Eddie on the shoulder.

“Ah. No. Gotta make a call.” Eddie holds his phone in the air.

“Who’s Steve?” Gareth asks.

Eddie blushes and locks his phone.

“Come on, Gar.” Jeff pulls him away as he flashes a knowing smile at Eddie.

Gods. He owed that man a shot of tequila and the best wingman award.

Eddie takes a breath. Finally tapping the call icon.

“Hey there.” Steve’s voice is groggy.

It only rang once. Was he waiting for him to call?

“Hey.” Eddie smirks. “It’s like 3 am in Indiana. What are you doing up so late?”

“Well, I’m actually in Chicago so it’s only 2 am. And I’m working on an essay for school. Deadline is coming fast.” There’s a rustle of papers being gathered. “May have accidentally dozed off…”

He’s so cute.

“Whatcha gonna be when you grow up, Stevie?” Eddie cringes at his awkwardness.

“Guidance councilor. Hopefully. Schools not the the easiest for me so, it’s been a lot of late nights.” Steve yawns. “How was the show?”

“Surreal.”

Steve hums.

“Honestly, I don’t think it’ll ever not be surreal.” Eddie stares up at the clear night sky above him. He’ll stay with the van outside the venue until the guys get back.

“I’ve loved music all my life. My uncle used to play the radio while we made breakfast. He shared his old records with me when I was old enough to understand how fragile they could be. From there I saved up for my first guitar, my baby, and I knew from the moment I first held her there was no turning back.”

“Wow.” Steve breathes low.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to—“

“Don’t be sorry, man. That’s so cool. What bands inspired you?” Steve asks, urging him on.

“There’s a few,” Eddie holds up his fingers as he names them. “Metallica- Master of Puppets was the first song I taught myself. Wild. You know how hard that song is to play? Worth it though. Then there’s Dio, Megadeath, Black Sabbath and Ozzy of course.”

“Of course.” Steve says.

“Do you even know who Ozzy is?”

“Yeah. I know who Ozzy is. He was on that reality show where they swore a lot.”

Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose. “No Steve—“

“Yes Eddie. He was on that show.”

“Okay, yes he was on the show but do you know his music?” Eddie can’t help the smile that grows on his lips.

“Guess I have some more homework.”

“Steve, you don’t have to listen to them. I’m sure they’re not your taste.” Eddie runs his fingers nervously through his hair.

“I want to. If you like them then they have be pretty good.” Steve says.

“Don’t give me too much credit here, sweetheart. I’m just the guitarist of a small metal band.” Eddie slumps his shoulders.

“Come on! You’re on tour, literally right now on tour, with a big name band that invited you to join them. That’s huge.” Steve’s voice is loud and excited. “Like, where are you guys right now?”

“Denver.” He says low.

“See. I’ve never been west of St. Louis.” He goes quiet. “Anyway, it’ll be nice change of pace from my Harry Styles kick.”

Eddie let’s out a guffaw. “I would be into a One Direction fan.”

There’s silence on the other end of the line.

“Shit.” Eddie says to himself as he squats down, wrapping his arm around his bent knees.

“You’re… into me?” Steve asks with an air to his voice.

“I… um…”

Silence again.

“The honest answer?” Eddie sighs.

“Mhmm.” Steve’s voice is soft.

“Alright. Here goes.” Eddie stands up, a little light headed from the action. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I called you by accident that night. I don’t even know what you look like and it wouldn’t matter at this point. There is something so… so…” he’s at a loss of words.

“So what, Eddie?” Steve’s voice is a whisper.

“Amazing. Wonderful. Heart stopping. I want to write songs about you. And now that I’ve put myself out there I don’t even know if you’re into guys, let alone a stranger and—“

“Eddie.”

“I’ve ruined this like I ruin everything.”

“Eds.”

“I’m such an idiot and—“

“Babe.”

Eddie stops pacing in a circle and let’s that word settle in.

“I know it was your turn to spiral this time but you’ve gotta breathe.” Steve waits for him to take a deep breath. “It is a bit crazy but I… I mean… Me too! I was being honest when I told you I drove my best friend crazy talking about calling you.”

They both laugh and Eddie sighs.

Steve speaks again. “Okay?”

“Okay.” Eddie taps the back of his head against the van.

“I should let you go, sweetheart. I’m sure you have class tomorrow.”

“I do. I’ll text you when I get home and maybe we can talk again?” His voice is a bit shaky. Nervous maybe.

“I’d love that.” Eddie’s heart threatens to beat out of his chest right there in the venue parking lot.

“Sweet dreams, rockstar.” Steve teases.

“Good night, big boy.” Eddie hangs up the call before Steve can respond.

His muscle loosen as he leans against the side of the van. His phone vibrates once in his hand. He looks down to see a message from Steve.

“Hope your imagination didn’t oversell my good looks. 😉”

There’s no way the picture to follow is of a real human being.

Steve has a strong jawline, moles dotting his face and neck, his hair is auburn and a bit on the long side, not that he had anything on Eddie’s length.

His eyes were bright and hazel. His smile wide and perfect.

Eddie opened the van door to dig in his bag. He pulls out his head phones, flops on the middle bench, and searches Spotify.

If he pulls up the “this is Harry Styles” playlist it was nobody’s business but his own.

——

Part 1 here.

Part 2 here.

Part 4 to follow. I’m kind of in love with this AU rn.

If you’re interested I’m posting on my Twitter as well.

[lexyscross]

Kirsch family headcanons! 💕 (Pt. 1)

(Reposting this in parts because Tumblr changed their shit and won't let me edit the original post now.)

Since Radio Silence wanna play tricky, let’s just say that their first names are all the same, and their family name is Kirsch. I’m also assuming their personalities were all genuine and not just acts they put on. (Except for Ethan; I believe his Shy Awkward Bean personality was an act, and I've heard Jack Champion said so himself. I think he was likely a spoiled little douche canoe. (*affectionate) But, mostly, the only mentions here of him being shy or meek are the childhood headcanons, so it still works.)

Okay? Let’s go!

Richie is eldest (obviously), 7 years older, to be exact. Quinn and Ethan are twins; Quinn is older by 6 minutes. (Ethan is soooooo Baby Brother coded!)

Richie’s, Quinn’s, and Ethan’s nicknames from their parents as babies/little kids were “Buddy,” “Pretty Girl,” and “Pookie Bear,” respectively. (And they still fit the vibes when they grew up. 🥺)

The twins learned how to ride bikes at 5 or 6 years old. Quinn, with all of her boldness and confidence, took to it easily, but Ethan (having seen Quinn fall a couple of times, but get right back up) was scared. Quinn teased him for it, telling him to stop being a baby. Richie encouraged him, telling him that he wouldn’t let him fall and holding on at first until Ethan felt safe enough for Richie to let go.

They are absolutely one of those families that wear matching Christmas pajamas.

Wayne often worked late (obviously, he’s a detective), and their mother had... some career that required her to work late every now and then, so Richie sometimes had to babysit Quinn and Ethan. Whenever this happened, they would have a Stab marathon (even though their parents told him not to show the kids those movies). Quinn liked them almost immediately; for Ethan, it took 2 or 3 marathons for him to warm up to them.

Richie and Ethan are both autistic, but only Richie was diagnosed because with him it was more “apparent,” with his hyperfixations and all. Everyone just thought Ethan was shy and sensitive. This contributed to Wayne’s spoiling of Richie’s Stab obsession; he wanted to be supportive of his son’s interest (even though his wife told him it was unhealthy to indulge such a morbid fascination), but he took it too far. 🥺

Quinn has ADHD. She wasn’t diagnosed until she was 17.

Being that he’s 7 years older than them, Quinn and Ethan sort of hero worshipped Richie.

Richie loved his baby siblings, and he’d stab a bitch for them, but he was also constantly annoyed by them and how much they wanted to be around him. And they were often trying to get into his YouTube videos, trying to jump in-view of the camera (especially Quinn), which drove him nuts. (”MOM! DAD! MAKE THEM GET OUT OF MY ROOM!”)

The kids sometimes helped Richie with his fan-films. But Richie was very... fastidious when it came to his art, so he wouldn’t really let them do much; it was more like letting them hand him props and stuff like that. But once they got older, he allowed them to actually be in the movies... as victims, of course.

Ethan liked looking over Richie’s shoulder (to Richie’s annoyance) while he’d draw. It started out as a baby brother shadowing his big brother, but eventually he started liking the violence and the gore of it.

They’re all so protective of each other, but Richie and Quinn also low-key bully Ethan. (🖤)

Once, when Richie was 13 and Ethan was 6, Richie play-smacked Ethan on the head just a bit too hard; Ethan starts WAILING, full screaming sobs, and Richie panics, not wanting to get in trouble. He starts trying to shush Ethan and rubs his head, “Shh, shh, stop crying. You’re okay! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, stop crying!!” He lost his Stab privileges for a week.

Cute childhood pictures of little Richie holding his baby siblings. 🥺 Like if you feel like chewing on glass. 🙂

When they were 7, some kid pushed Ethan on the playground at school and was picking on him, so Quinn jumped on this kid and started decking him. A teacher pulled her off of him, called the parents, and Wayne had to come to the school. Quinn told him what happened, and said, “Daddy, you say we have to look out for each other.” He acted upset with her in front of the principal and fake lectured her, but once they got to the car, he told her, “That’s my girl!” No one fucks with their family.

When Quinn and Ethan were born, Quinn (being the elder twin) screamed until Ethan was finally out and their mother held them together. She has always been a protective sister!

When Ethan was little (ages 5-10), he'd go to sleep in Richie's bed with him whenever he got scared. (A nightmare or a storm, or after Richie made him watch a horror movie, before he got desensitized to them.) Richie would act so annoyed, but he'd always let him anyway. (Truly, he was annoyed, but he also felt some pride that his baby brother came to him to feel safe. 🥺)

Richie often had to deal with the twins crawling into his bed at night. These kids wouldn't leave alone. 😩

The family had a good amount money, and those kids were spoiled rotten. Wayne gave them whatever they wanted, but it was always with the best of intentions and love in his heart. (Ethan, being the baby – if only by a few minutes, was kind of a spoiled brat.)

(Part 2)

[vanya-evergreen]

How to remember. (Not another chapter)

Sorry for the radio silence for like the past month, life has gotten a bit more hectic for me lately. Plus losing a lot of motivation to write for how to remember doesn't help.

I read the four chapters that I have out right now (not including the prologue) and I really just cannot be satisfied with chapter 3 and 4 I feel like chapter 3 is a little shallow while chapter 4 is just one big pill that's hard to swallow. So I'm going to be rewriting them. Along with trying to make this more relationship focus, after all that's why you're reading the fanfic in the first place.

i'll probably be busy using a lot of the content from the chapters because it is still work that I have put in, but there is a high chance that I'm going to be rewriting a good majority of chapter 3, and possibly splitting up chapter 4 into two different chapters just because of how long it is and how I feel like some scenes really didn't have enough time.

In other news, I am back! I won't be able to write nearly as much as I used to with college and all, plus I still don't have a proper laptop. For now I'm going to be focusing on the request. I have that have been sitting there for months. (sorry about that.) while releasing some of my own ideas that I've been let fester in my head for far too long. I even have a few extras bit that I want to release for how to remember as the story progresses.

And of course, thank you for your patience and the support on my works! I truly do not feel like I say that enough because the fact that my first fan ever has a tag list is astonishing to me!

Taglist: @problematicreblogger @mileskisser @hoeinthehouse @luminous011 @enjisthings @earth-to-mee @thereeallink @pasta-warlord @just-here-reading @jjsmeowthie @chemicalsandghosts @skylions-den

[palomahasenteredthechat]

I KNOW WE KEEP BRINGING UP TOM HIDDLESTON AND I'M SORRY! But at the risk of giving myself away, I have been saying since the beginning that Joseph's breakout into fame mirrored Tom's in a big way! I made a few posts about it back when the fans were being insane in late 2022. I was there in 2012 when Tom first rose to overnight fame and I stayed for about 3 years before fully moving on. Just before the T.S fiasco thank goodness. The point of saying this is that in the beginning when I was seeing Joe do all these interviews and saying whatever he wanted without really thinking and making inappropriate jokes I was reminded of how Tom used to be and I wondered if the similarities in their journey's would continue in the coming years. I wondered, would we see this version of Joseph that we started seeing in the media tour for AQPDO. Because I used to wake up in the mornings and read Tom Hiddleston's twitter like the morning paper. The man was SO funny and he posted ALL THE TIME. But about 6 months in, after someone found his old Myspace (showing my age there) and posted a bunch of photos from his 20s and screenshotted all the silly things he said as a young man, he hired a publicist and that just stopped. Not like, slowly dwindled. Like went from posting several thoughts he had 10 times a day since like 2006 to radio silence. Only ever posting to plug his new things . He went from giving titbits about his life and making jokes in interviews (He sang a very inappropriate part of a Tim Minchin song in an acceptance speech after Tim gave him an award for example😂) to strictly professional and very private. His Publicist at the time (Luke Windsor) was always watching to the point that it became a fandom joke because he was just THERE all the time in the background of photos, giving looks off to the side of interviews etc. It was pretty clear that he was getting absolutely reamed behind the scenes for saying things he shouldn't and posting things on socials that they didn't approve of. Don't get me wrong, Luke was seemingly lovely and the fandom enjoyed his presence but he was GOOD AT HIS JOB which meant that while Tom lost a lot of fans that "missed 2012 Tom" and wanted him back, he was taken way more seriously in a professional setting and ultimately it was great for his career. This is what's happening to Joseph. The parallel of 2012 to 2014 Tom Hiddleston to 2022 - 2024 Joseph Quinn is so extremely interesting to me, I could go on about it forever but I won't force you all to listen. The point of the message is to say that Tom never did go back to "who he was" or at the very least his public persona changed completely and we never did get "The Old Tom" back. Even if he may have still been that person behind closed doors, we never saw him again. So I'm sorry to say, for anyone hoping that Joe will magically reverse his image and behaviour after the DC thing ends or if he changes publicists that that is not likely to happen, especially now that he's signed with Marvel. So I encourage you all to do your best to digest that info. Sit with it for a bit and decide if you want to be a fan of or follow "The New Joe" because unfortunately, he's here to stay. :(

Fascinating, fascinating stuff Nonny. I also remember Tom's 'I am incredibly excited' tweets.

I have to believe these publicists do what they do not only to professionalize the actor's brand/career prospects but also to help the actor manage fame. If you are constantly giving up a part of yourself to everyone it can consume you. Only giving the 'persona' is probably a shield.

Thank you for writing!

[comfort-writing]

Crayons and Cassettes

Chapter 10: Music to My Ears (pt. 2)

You are a kindergarten teacher. Eddie’s daughter, Sage, is in your class. Waking up to Eddie is pure bliss.

warnings: making out, fingering, handjobs, morning sex, creampies. 18+ - minors DNI!! no use of y/n. (please let me know if I missed anything)

a/n: I think I have a few more chapters plotted out and I’m feeling a lot better about it. sorry for the super late upload of this chapter. let me know in the comments or my asks if you want to be added to the tag list! requests are open!

word count: 3.4k

Chapter 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8 || 9 || 10 || 11 || 12 || 13 || 14 (coming soon!)

Once the concert was over, you could feel your heartbeat in your ears and you body still vibrated from both the adrenaline coursing through your veins and the loud drums and bass line from the last song. Eddie looked down at you, his hair still in a ponytail but it had become a bit frizzy from dancing around, and beamed. He was so proud that he could take you places like this and you would actually have fun.

He led you out of the venue, holding your hand so you didn’t get lost in the sea of people. Once the two of you got back in the van, the quiet consumed you for a moment, coming down from the high of the concert.

Eddie laid his head back against his headrest and sighed, “You have fun?” He asked quietly, looking your way.

You nodded, “Mmhmm.”

“Good.” He whispered, taking another beat before cranking the ignition.

It was nearing ten o’clock, so he needed to start the drive home if the two of you wanted to be home at any sort of reasonable hour. You closed your eyes as you felt the car pull out of its parking space and onto the road. You were exhausted, but you didn’t want to sleep so Eddie wouldn’t have to sit in silence for two hours.

“Thank you for bringing me along. I think I might be a super fan now.”

“Of course. I bought the tickets for you, you know.” He hummed, “And seeing bands live is always better than just listening to them on the radio.”

“Yeah, I think I can officially agree with that now.” You smiled, opening your eyes and looking at him.

He paused for a moment, then raised an eyebrow, “Was that your first concert?” He asked, a bit shocked.

“First one like that. I mean, I’d been to like, classical concerts and piano recitals of course, and a couple small, basement shows in high school, but that was my first big concert.”

“Really? I thought you would’ve been a total ticket junkie by how much you love music.” He chuckled.

“Nope. Not before, at least. But I think you may have started a new addiction, so thanks for that.”

Eddie laughed quietly, and a comfortable silence fell over the two of you as the stereo of the car pumped out more of the band’s music at a low volume.

The rest of the drive was spent quietly talking about all the cool things about the show and how you’d have to keep an eye out for new shows in the future. It was hard for you not to fall asleep, but you managed to stay awake.

Eddie pulled the van into your driveway, shifting it into park.

“Wanna come in?” You asked, grabbing your purse from his floor.

“Sure.” He smiled. He’d paid the babysitter for the whole night, so he wasn’t against the idea.

You led him into your house and picked up Pencil, who’d run to you as soon as she heard the door unlock, walking in. You kicked off your shoes by the door, your feet aching as you’d felt a blister slowly start to form over the hours. Eddie did the same, not wanting to track dirt or whatever godforsaken crap had gotten on them at the venue into your home.

You walked to your bedroom and flipped onto your bed, Pencil still in your arms. “I’m so tired.” You groaned, closing your eyes as you sunk into your mattress. You heard Eddie chuckle as you felt him sit next to you, reaching a hand over and scratching Pencil’s chin as she lifted her head.

“Me too. I had fun, though.”

“Same here.” You said, looking over at him. He was focused on Pencil, smiling softly as she purred. “You wanna spend the night?” You asked.

He is gaze fell on you, “I really need to shower.”

“Believe it or not, this house is equipped with a nice shower. And it’s got plenty of hot water, thanks to you.” You giggled.

“If you’re okay with it, then yeah, I’d love to.”

You nodded, happy to have him there. “You go shower first. I can make us a little late dinner.” He said, kissing your head softly as he got up to go to your kitchen.

You pushed Pencil off of your chest gently and got up, trudging to your bathroom. You cranked on the hot water, stripping off your clothes and stepping in once it was hot enough. You rinsed all the sweat off and quickly lathered and rinsed, not wanting to take too long. You finished up and toweled off, wrapping one around your hair and getting in your favorite pajamas, which was an oversized shirt and underwear.

You padded your way to the kitchen, seeing Eddie boiling some pasta on the stove. You walked up behind him and hugged him from behind, smelling like soap and the perfume he loved. He placed his hands over yours. The whole thing felt so domestic. You kissed his shoulder blade and rested your towel covered head there, sighing softly. He turned the stove off, and you moved away to sit on the island of the kitchen as you watched him drain the pasta. He’d also warmed up a jar of alfredo sauce, and you smiled, “This is my favorite comfort meal, you know.”

“I remembered you mentioning it once.” He hummed, placing the pot of now drained noddles on the stove. He dished out two bowls and handed you one before searching the drawers for utensils. You pointed to the right one and he opened it, grabbing two forks. He stood facing you, leaning on the counter you sat on as the two of you ate in silence. You’d mumbled a thank you, to which he nodded.

Once he finished, he rinsed his bowl and placed it in the dishwasher, then grabbed the now empty pots off of the stove and stood over the sink to wash them. You ate the last bite of your food and hopped down from the counter before walking up behind him and placing your hand on his back.

“You go shower. I’ll take care of this.” You said, tapping him out. He nodded, leaning down and kissing you gently before heading off to your bedroom. You’d left out a fresh towel and another one of your oversized shirts for him to wear, as well as a pair of pajama pants you’d been given that were entirely too large on you, but you’d accepted anyways because they were a gift.

You rinsed your own bowl and fork, sticking them in the dishwasher before scrubbing the pots down and dried them off with a dish towel before placing them back in a cabinet.

You walked back to your bedroom and knocked on the bathroom door, sticking your head in, “Can I come in? I need to brush my teeth.” You called over the noise of the shower.

“Yeah, of course.” He called back.

You entered the bathroom and unraveled the towel from your hair and brushed it out before grabbing your toothbrush. You brushed your teeth as you listened to Eddie him quietly to himself in the shower. You spit out the toothpaste and wipes the corner of your before walking over to the shower.

You peeled back the curtain just enough to stick your head in, facing him as he washed his face. “Hey.” You smiled.

He chuckled and looked back at you, “Hey.”

“Kiss me.” You said, closing your eyes and puckering your lips expectantly.

“You’re gonna get all wet.” He laughed, rinsing your soap off of his face.

“I don’t care. Kiss me.” You said, resuming your pose.

He giggled and leaned down, placing a sweet kiss to your lips, his hair rewetting your own a little.

You smiled once he pulled away, “Thanks.” You said, pulling your head out of the curtain and shutting it again before walking back into your bedroom, closing the bathroom door behind you.

You turned on your bedside lamp before turning off the overhead light and crawled under your covers, sitting against the headboard so you would be awake when Eddie got out of the shower.

Your attempts didn’t work though, as you slowly drifted to sleep sitting up. Once Eddie finished his shower, he got dressed and scrubbed his hair off with his towel. He walked out of the bathroom, seeing you and chuckling, walking to the other side of the bed. He crawled up and shook your shoulder gently.

“Hey,” he whispered, “let’s go to bed.”

His voice roused you enough for you to nod and lay down, cuddling up close to him as he laid next to you. He wrapped his arm around your side as the two of you quickly fell asleep, holding each other close.

The next morning, you awoke with Eddie’s arm around you, holding your back to his chest. You were a little confused when you first woke up, but after a second, the memories flooded back and you smiled, pulling his arm tighter around you as you snuggled into him. You traced the tattoo on his forearm while you listened to his slow breathing, letting yourself soak in the moment.

After a little while, you slowly peeled yourself from his arms and slipped out of bed, managing not to wake him. You walked to the kitchen and started your coffee pot, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you waited for it to brew. You grabbed two mugs, filling your own with cream and sugar, and leaving his empty, knowing he liked his coffee black. The coffee pot clicked, signifying it was done, so you quickly poured out to cups and walked carefully back to your bed. You set them down on your bedside table before crawling back into bed, sitting up and rubbing Eddie’s back.

He slowly woke up, stretching like a cat before looking up at you and smiling, “G’mornin.” He grumbled, his voice all raspy and deep from sleep.

You smiled, reaching over for his mug. “Good morning.” You whispered, seeing him spot the mug. His eyes widened slightly and he sat up, leaning against your headboard as he slowly took the mug from your hands.

“You’re an angel.” He smiled sleepily, leaning over to kiss your lips sweetly before sitting back to take a sip of the hot coffee.

You smiled and grabbed your own, taking a sip and humming. The two of you drank your coffee in silence, leaning against each other and waking up slowly as the soft morning sunlight poured into your window.

Once you’d finished half of your mug, you spoke. “How’d you sleep?”

“Like a rock. That’s probably the best sleep I’ve had since I stopped smoking weed.” He whispered.

You chuckled, “Me too. Well, I didn’t smoke, but I slept really well.”

“Good.” He hummed, reaching over and setting his mug down. You did the same, then he pulled you close, kissing the top of your head as he rubbed your arm.

You leaned into his touch, loving the quiet the morning provided. The two of you stayed snuggled up together for a while, letting the minutes tick past. Eventually, he turned reached up and took your chin in his hand, pulling it towards his face and kissing you gently once again. You pulled away after a second, covering your mouth with your hand, “I have coffee breath.” You whispered, almost getting up to brush your teeth before he grabbed your waist, keeping you in place.

“I do too. Kiss me anyways.” He smiled.

That was all the convincing it took for you to lean back and kiss him again, soft and sweet and sleepy. He kept his hand on your waist, using his thumb to rub comforting circles on your skin.

It all felt so familiar, like you’d been doing this for years, when in reality, this was the first time you’d woken up next to him. You could definitely get used to this.

He eventually broke the kiss and motioned for you to lay down. You did so, and he crawled over you, pulling the covers over his back. He smiled and bent down to kiss you again, at a better angle this time. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he deepened the kiss, humming softly when he licked your bottom lip.

Instead of everything feeling so heated and quick like last night, Eddie took his time, kissing you slowly and letting his hands explode every inch of you. It felt comforting and intimate. You let your hands wander too, touching his arms, his chest, his neck, his hair that was messy from sleep.

He moved his kisses down to your neck and you smiled softly, pulling him closer to you. He smelled like coffee and your lavender shampoo with a hint of something distinctly Eddie. He loved the way your hands lazily splayed across his chest as he kissed a spot that made goosebumps crawl across your arms.

His hands slowly slid under your shirt, running up your sides, memorizing every detail. He had all the time in the world to do so, and he planned on utilizing each moment. He slowly slid your shirt up and over your head, taking care to kiss every piece of your skin he could once he had access to it.

You tugged at his shirt and he sat up and peeled it off, tossing it on the floor. He bent to kiss you again but you stopped him, holding your arms out so he would sit up. You raked your eyes over his body, getting a good look at his tattoos finally, running your hand over the one on his chest. He smirked softly as he watched your eyes study them, letting you have your little moment.

You eventually made eye contact, and he took that as your signal to come back and kiss you once again. You wrapped one of your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and you felt his hand grab your thigh, gripping the soft flesh gently. You’d also felt him, hard and pressing against your panties. You moaned quietly into mouth as he slowly ground against you, enjoying the friction.

You tugged at his pants, and he stayed connected to your lips as he tugged them down and kicked them off. Once he’d gotten them out of the way, you reached a down between the two of you and took him into your hand. You slowly stroked his cock, humming against his lips as you realized how big he was. He took one of your breasts into his hand, gently massaging it as he groaned against your lips, keening into your hand.

After a minute, he broke your kiss and looked down at you, his breathing a little ragged. “Do you want..” he whispered, grasping at straws to find the words in his cloudy brain.

“Yeah.. yes, Eddie.” You whispered back, knowing what he was trying to ask.

He nodded and leaned down, kissing your neck and slowly tugging your underwear off, being careful not to pull too hard and ruin another pair. You lifted your legs for him, helping him get the fabric off of your body. He tossed it somewhere in your room and you spread your legs as his right hand slowly moved from your inner thigh to your cunt, his thumb sliding up and making slow circles on your clit. You moaned softly, your hand moving from his dick to his back, enjoying the feeling of his mouth and his fingers and how his hair felt on your chest. It was all-consuming, but not overwhelming. Gentle, slow, perfect.

You were already wet, but he still took his time with his fingers, slowly pushing them into you and curling them upward, massaging your g-spot as he listened to your quiet moans. He left a small hickey on the underside of your breast after he’d rolled his tongue around your nipple.

“Eddie, please.” You whined softly, gently tangling your fingers in his hair, causing him to look into your eyes, “I need you.” You practically begged.

He moved up and kissed you gently, grinding against you again, this time without any fabric separating you. You whined against his lips, so he lined himself up and broke the kiss, looking into your eyes. You stared back at his blown pupils. “You sure, baby?” He asked one last time.

“Yes.. please, Eds.” You whispered, your breath ghosting his lips.

He kissed your temple before pushing into you. He went extremely slow, letting you adjust. Your hands tightened on his scalp, holding his face close to your own as you let out small, breathy moans until he was buried to hilt. He didn’t move, waiting until you gave him the go ahead.

After a minute or so, you nodded and he began to push in and out of you, kissing every inch of you that was with his reach, one arm holding himself up and the other supporting one of the thighs you’d wrapped around him.

He never made an attempt to speed up, instead, going at an agonizing pace but making sure to push into you as deep as possible with each thrust. One of your hands stayed in his hair, while the other held into his shoulder to brace yourself as your back arched.

The hand on your thigh eventually moved between the two of you, two of his fingers rubbing your clit, making him moan into your ear when he felt you clench around him.

You felt a knot in your stomach slowly tighten as your breath picked up and your moans progressively became more frequent. You were spilling praises, telling him how good he felt and how close you were.

He kissed up your neck, his breath hot against your already burning skin, “Say my name.” He instructed.

You moaned at that, “God.. Eddie.. you’re- yes keep going.”

He kept his rhythm, feeling you get tighter as you got closer to your climax. “Come on baby,” he breathed in your ear, “cum for me.”

After a few more thrusts, you were arching your back and moaning his name as he rutted into you. “Fuck.” He groaned, close himself.

Once you’d regained yourself a little, you wrapped your legs tighter around him, “I’m on the pill, Eddie.” You whispered, “Please.. I need to feel it.”

That was all it took for him to groan and fill you up, his hips snapping into you a couple times as he finished. Once he’d come down from the high, he slowly pulled out of you, apologizing when he saw you wince slightly.

He flopped down on the bed next to you, causing you to giggle breathlessly. You turned on your side and rubbed his back gently. He smiled and pulled you close, cuddling up with you and peppering kisses on your face, loving the sound of your quiet laughter.

The two of you stayed like that for another hour, whispering and giggling, your hands gently tracing shapes on the arm that held you so close. He kissed you every chance he got, smiling against your lips.

Eventually he sighed, “I should probably relieve the babysitter of her duties soon.”

You nodded, understanding, and sat up, grabbing your now cold coffee off of your night stand and taking a sip, tugging your covers up to keep yourself warm. He got out of bed and got dressed in the clothes he’d worn last night, aware of your eyes on him as he did so. He pulled his jeans up and stuck his hip out to the side, posing and making you laugh. Once he was fully dressed, he walked over to you and kissed you again.

“I’ll call you tonight?” He asked.

“Of course.” You smiled, pecking him one last time before you watched him leave your room. You heard the front door close and you hummed, finishing up your coffee in the quiet hours of the morning.

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[violetmuses]

No Rules - Maxwell Lord

TITLE: “No Rules” || Maxwell Lord 

FANDOM: “Wonder Woman” Film Universe

CHARACTER: Maxwell “Max Lord” 

PAIRING: Maxwell Lord + Female Reader 

MAIN STORYLINE: Meeting each other could change everything. 

Author’s Note: Hi! Here’s my very first Max project. Happy reading and feedback would be greatly appreciated. - V. <3

Main Masterlist <3

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1984 

Black Gold Cooperative shattered not long ago, leaving him no other choice but to file bankruptcy. Even speaking with Raquel deemed nearly impossible to do. She was kind, still aiding him despite countless setbacks in an otherwise horrible shift. 

One town car pulls up to the main office curb around sunset, giving Max an opportunity to hide once again. Behind that spot, for a while longer, he can’t face late bills. Simon already shouted at him and he’d rather ride home in silence.

Awaiting the end of never-ending traffic, Max turns his head, looking out towards other drivers who beamed this weekend. Shining convertibles. Big-time sport wheels. Even Jeeps look glamorous to him as he yearns for success nowadays. 

Beyond that rear window, Max notes the sound of bright laughter, pitched and wonderful. You, a stranger, are in a car jamming to the radio, tapping fingers onto that steering wheel. The red light hasn’t turned green yet, but you don't even care. 

From his slight angle, Max can see the way professional attire clothed your shoulders from the top. He quietly raves as one sliver Rolex clasps around your wrist. Your head bops to the music, a particular song he doesn’t recognize this time. 

What is your story? Max thinks to himself. 

Before he could roll down the window and ask you anything, the stoplight turns green at last, prompting both cars to move away from one another. You vanish from his sight, only seen to him as a glimpse of joy. 

__________

You’ve driven this company car since the beginning of summer. If not for your skills as concierge, the hotel would’ve crumbled for good last year. 

Now, it’s Friday evening and you’ve settled that ride into the parking garage, clicking your heels towards the apartment elevator. Just as both sliver doors open and you step through, distant but quick steps raced towards the outdoor entrance. 

Meanwhile, you roll both eyes, sure that another suited idiot wanted to loiter near the building again. There was a huge difference between cons and genuinely struggling people. You knew that feeling of the latter far too well. 

At one point of time, you dreamed of staying in this very apartment, working near affluence in so many ways. 

After climbing roles, your complex unit is breathtaking. Spacious living area. High-end entertainment center. Two bedrooms. Perfect kitchen. Picturesque windows reveal emerald trees, almost romanticizing Washington’s downtown zone. 

Pouring this well-deserved glass of wine, you toe off your heels and feel sure that security is dealing with that loitering idiot in the lobby. Even shouting echoed through walls as you sat on the couch, watching a movie. You’re not phased at all. 

Not the first, never the last. You’ve always believed. 

In the middle of your favorite scene, the man’s shouting stopped. This time, curiosity peaked your attention and you somehow pause the film, listening out instead. 

“Please…what is her name?” The man nearly begs, asking for someone else’s attention. 

___________

You find yourself returning downstairs and soon heading towards the lobby. Commotion settled down, but there’s a man standing near that front desk. 

Light brown hair, almost blond, looks dishelved around his sweating and pale features. He’s leaning over, bunching up the fabric of his blue suit and slipping the placement for that sharp tie. 

“Ma’am!” The receptionist calls to you, immediately motioning for you to see this man right now. 

“Yes?” You heels scurry without question and your body straightens up, planning to introduce yourself. 

“I’m so sorry for the noise, but I’m…” The man trails off his own introduction, realizing your own face. 

“Maxwell Lord….” You catch on, folding both arms and slyly  acknowledging the stack of magazines found on one table with chairs in this lobby. His face plastered everywhere at one point in time. 

“Yes.” Maxwell settles back into his brand of charm, completely ignoring how sweat trickled earlier. “And who do I have the pleasure of meeting now?” 

“Y/N.” You reveal your name without shaking his hand. “A phone call during work hours would’ve been enough.” 

“Sincerest apologies.” Max utters once more. “Could I interest you in meeting tonight?” Maxwell continues, gently trying to salvage what happened just moments before. 

You watch him lie regardless. Yelling for assistance on this property should’ve left him booked with police.

“No, thank you, Mr. Lord.” You stay firm, knowing that he interrupted your time off on such a beautiful evening.

No. Maxwell sadly thinks to himself. I’m watching Alistair next week. 

“Very well. Apologizes to everyone for the disruption.” Maxwell steps out, finally leaving this apartment complex. 

____________

You find one unexpected note in your mailbox soon after crossing paths with Mr. Lord.  

Y/N. 

You are my greatest mystery, forever reaching my thoughts as I move through life’s everlasting questions. 

Please forgive my behavior. 

Until next time, 

Maxwell Lord. 

[pendinganchor]

note: all you need to know before reading this is billy survived starcourt and some years later he lives in oregon with at least steve and max. and i know nothing of agriculture, so just go with it okay

note 2.0: this is a first draft i wrote on my phone and it was read by my sister so any mistakes are her fault not mine

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Steve had made this drive about a hundred times. They never made it to their destination— the closest they got was five miles. Steve would drive in silence other than the radio until Billy told him to turn around.

Then he would do just that and head back home. Steve never pressured him to talk about why they never made it. Never complained about the wasted money. They would get home and Steve would wait for Billy to come to him for comfort. Sometimes it would only be a few hours— the longest was three days.

Billy didn’t like breaking down in front of him— he understood that. If he wanted to talk, he would.

Steve didn’t need the map anymore— he had the route memorized. But Billy sat in the passenger seat with it open anyway.

The camaro roared under his grip, the sound of the tires on the highway keeping him better company than the man next to him. But he never held that against him. He had brought Robin along a total of one time before deciding to never have more than the two of them in the car. Max begged to come many times but Billy refused to allow it.

With each passing sign, Steve braced himself for the signal. But this time, it never came. The last five miles of the journey was new, but he still didn’t need directions. Two more miles then he turned down a long dirt road. He was still waiting for the signal as they drove down the road— the dirt louder than the pavement they had been on for the past give or take twelve hours.

They passed three mailboxes before the one he was looking for came into view. It was painted blue with four numbers in black. Once closer Steve noted it had little doodles of beachy things as well. “9-3-0-1?” His voice came out almost a whisper.

Billy repeated the number sequence as Steve made the turn. The house was big and such a light shade of yellow it looked almost white. The door was painted the same shade of blue as the mailbox. “I changed my mind, turn around.” He sounded panicked, but it was too late.

As Steve drove down the driveway, a girl that looked to be about three years old tugged on the pant leg of an older gentleman that looked distracted on the porch. The girl ran into the house as Steve put the car in park. “Wait in the car. I’ll say we got lost.”

“Can I help you, young man?” the man asked as Steve stepped out of the car with the map in hand.

“Yeah, sorry,” Steve said giving his signature shy smile. “My friend and I took a wrong turn somewhere and can’t agree on where we are.” He held up the map and the man seemed to relax a little.

“Let me take a look for you.” The man spread the map over the rickety table he had been looking at prior to Steve interrupting. “Let’s see. You’re…” His finger hovered over the map for a few seconds then it slammed down dramatically. “Here.” He turned to Steve. “Where you headed?”

Fuck. Steve hadn’t thought that far ahead. He opened his mouth with a hope something not stupid would come out of it. But the sound of the front door banging open caused them both to startle.

He had seen an old photo of her. But he didn’t need the reference to know who this woman was. The resemblance to Billy smacked him in the face.

“Christ woman, are you trying to send me to an early grave?”

She ignored the man for Steve. She looked from him to the car— her face a little pale and her eyes like she’d just seen a ghost. “Who are you? Who’s in the car?” Her eyes moved back to him.

Steve couldn’t speak, couldn’t even move his gaze away from her blue eyes. The same ones he looked at every day.

“Just some lost travelers, honey. I’m handling it.”

“It can’t be.”

Steve cursed himself as his brain tried to think of a way out of this. “I’m Steve. My friend, Jonathan, has trouble walking so he needed to stay in the car.”

“Jonathan?” Her voice got quiet as she looked back to the car. “I could have sworn.”

“Now that we know where we are, I think we can figure out the rest.” Steve reached over and quickly grabbed his map. “Thank you, sir. Your hospitality is deeply appreciated.” He hurried down the porch, only slightly embarrassed about how insane he probably seemed. He heard a faint, “you scared them off,” from the man.

Steve was halfway to the car when the passenger side door opened. He froze, trying to give Billy a look that said he handled it— but it didn’t matter. Billy was looking past him. Seeing his mother seemed to have the same affect on him as it did Steve— probably worse.

Billy’s cane came out first— followed by his right leg then his left. The cane pushed into the dirt as Billy used it to get out of the car. He then staggered over to Steve— who turned then flung his arm around Billy’s waist to keep him steady.

They both looked up to the porch. Steve couldn’t read the look on the man’s face— but the woman was staring at Billy, looking even more like she had just seen a ghost than before.

“Billy?” she asked, descending the porch steps. “Is that really you?” She stopped once she reached the bottom. “It- it can’t be. You- you- I saw your grave.”

Billy chuckled nervously. “Yeah, about that.”

[starjxsung]

hai star, how are you?

ughh! i’m so so sorry your sister had to go through that :((( it really is so frustrating. i also haven’t been able to fully enjoy my vacation (or anticipating lolla peacefully either) bc even if i didn’t fully work things out, i was still stressing. i’m just frustrated bc nobody organized this well. i have a lil fault bc i could’ve reached out earlier but my professors or the program coordinators or whatever could’ve reached out to the supervisors and gathered all the info before just saying i was assigned to the center. they said there’d be other people but they didn’t tell me i was competing (they probs didn’t even know cuz they didn’t even communicate with the supervisors). idk, it’s a super red flag imo from all parts. i hope things do work out in the end. at least my professor said that if we can’t talk it out she’ll find me a new center (bc like i wanna leave so badly but i want my master’s bc if not all this suffering would have been for nothing🥲).

nonetheless, im so so so glad your sister’s internship came through but they handled it sooooo terribly. i feel for her so much. idk why people (especially if they take internships/practicums like wtf) don’t organize their shit!! but whatever, we ball. but it’s been so crazy lately. grad school has been too intense, where can i apply to place lip balm upon the lips of lee know? pls lmk

the move has been kinda stressy bc it’s been raining so badly here and we haven’t been able to clean the outside of the apartment 🥲 but we ballin too.

in terrible news, as we talk about lack of competence, tw: pet loss. as i was writing this message my bf said that the vet told him today that his senior family dog who was in surgery and had a leg amputation due to cancer had to be revived and was at the verge of death. which is so so so sad in itself. as a person that loves my animals more than anything, i would’ve taken the decision to put her down before the surgery but to each their own. but what really pisses me off is that the vet didn’t even do (or offer, in fact) to get her bloodwork done, knowing that she was high risk due to her age, condition and weight. the vet didn’t even do checked if she could survive before scheduling the surgery. and my bf’s parents were very naive and didn’t question it. and man, hate people that have lives in their hands and only care about money. this poor baby is still suffering there as of right now and it absolutely breaks my heart.

on a brighter note, my bf and i have a vinyl collection and i just ordered ateez’s the world ep.fin:will a few days ago. i’m really excited to get it. i’ve never seen a kpop vinyl irl and im really really interested in how it’ll look.

that is my life update of the day. i love you sm. thanks for giving me space to vent and im so sorry for always venting here </333 i hope you’re having a good time nonetheless, you genuinely deserve all that is good in life <3

(this is me btw)

-🐈‍⬛

THI WOOYOUNG PIC CRYINGGGGG why is he so cutie…….. 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔

I’m still just so frustrated that you have to be dealing with this :( and even if you feel like you should have reached out earlier, I feel like it was still on THEM to communicate that to you. Like how are you just supposed to magically know what to do considering it’s your FIRST TIME doing this…. it doesn’t add up !!!! it’s almost like radio silence leads to miscommunication and misdirection 🤔 hmmmm

anyways. let me know how it all comes along and I’m rooting sooo hard for you in the meanwhile 🙂‍↕️🫶 you got this bby you’re SO smart and capable and I know you’ll get there !

Oh my god :( I am so so so sorry to hear about your bf’s senior family dog :( it is so VILE that they wouldn’t communicate the risks or offer to get bloodwork done first. Of COURSE all they would care about is rushing a pet into surgery as fast as possible for a big check :( how’s she doing now? Was she sent home? And does she seem to be having any adverse effects from being revived? I am so so so sorry again bby that is so unfortunate and my heart breaks at the idea of a dog going through that much suffering 💔💔 me & momo are sending all our love & prayers your way, I hope she’s able to recover okay and have some more years ahead of her still :(

ON that brighter note, let me know how the vinyl looks !! That is so exciting! I own RM’s Indigo and BTS Love Yourself on vinyl and I’d love to buy more, but my record player broke (it’s just a cheap ass crosley soooo… no surprise lmao) but when I get another one I definitely want to get a few more good ones! My sister’s always dreamed of having Key’s Bad Love on vinyl so I’ll probably snag that for her. And then some Ateez and probably Shinee 🤲 I feel like onew vinyl probably sounds so heavenly frfr

I love you so so much bby and I promise to send all the San & Yeosang pics when I get them this week !! Sending you all my love, hang in there 🫶💖 I love you so so much 🫶💓💖💘❤️🩷 (hello kitty Wooyoung and Hongjoong sooo real)

[saintrocklee]

✧ Happy ✧

 ✮ Kisame x you ✮

18+; no big warnings on this one. this is a fluffy AU, aka Kisame being cute, reader being cute; we’ve got a little bit of spice but nothing detailed or crazy - still 18+ though, mdni. Kakuzu makes an appearance for like five seconds, so shout out to daddy K. there’s mentions of alcohol, breaking & entering, and cursing. also i didn’t heavily edit this i was just vibing. okiii enjoy <3

Looking at you while you scooped another bite of ice cream into your mouth, Kisame rested his chin on his hand and smiled softly. You caught his eye and grinned before holding your spoon out to him.

“Want some?”

He shook his head and contented himself to watch you finish off the dessert. It was a newer place - you had dragged him here as soon as he got off work, complaining that you never got to see him anymore. A bold faced lie - Kisame had cut back hours ever since you both picked a date for the wedding, but he couldn’t say no to those sad fucking eyes and those damned shorts you were wearing.

So now he’s here, at some fine eatery place, watching you eat ice cream, and honestly - he’s happy. The happiest he’s ever been, and sure Hidan can call him pussy whipped all he wants, but it didn’t matter. Nothing compared to this. To you.

Kisame’s eyes flicked to the window behind you to watch a woman stumble past the restaurant, chuckling at the poor dude who followed after - her purse and heels in his hands. You’d jerked your head around to see what was happening before turning toward him, grinning around the spoon in your mouth.

“Do you remember when we first met?”

Kisame snorted and pushed off the table to lean back in his chair. Of course he fucking remembered, you had literally burst into his life like some kind of malfunctioned wrecking ball.

It had been late on a Saturday night. You’d drunkenly burst into his and Kakuzu’s old apartment, singing some obnoxious pop song he’s heard on the radio a thousand times. You had thought it was your friend’s place and it was one of the few times Kisame had forgotten to lock the door. He remembers your outfit vividly  - you had been wearing one of the trashiest little club dresses he’d ever seen, heels dangling on your wrist, hair wild and messy. Your lipstick had been smeared and he remembers staring at your mouth a beat longer than socially appropriate.

Not that he was too concerned about being appropriate - you were the one breaking and entering.

He remembers the glittering jewelry on your ankle and your bare feet with tiny manicured nails. He remembers the way your dress clung to your hips and thighs. He remembers the fact that you seemed to be covered in body glitter and he remembers a lot of it sprinkling onto his freshly cleaned carpet, much to Kakuzu’s displeasure.

Kisame had thoroughly checked you out in the span of seconds - he was a guy with hormones and you were ... well. Attractive. And standing in his apartment. With barely any clothes on. Shedding glitter.

You had gaped at him in shock before choking your way through an apology, slurring your words in a way he privately described as adorable.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry - you’re not who - wow, you live here? That’s ... great, this apartment is great, you look gre - nope. Not what I wanted to - okay! Um! Sorry, bye!”

He’d been in a pair of low hanging sweats, casually getting ready for bed and didn’t miss the way your eyes ... traveled ... before clicking his door shut behind you.

He’d stood there in silence for a full minute before grinning, feeling very full of himself.

A couple of weeks went by before he sees you again, this time in the parking lot. After you’d broken in, something Kakuzu would not let him live down, Kisame had wanted to run back into you.

It had been late into the evening and he’d had spent way to much time at the office. He’d been in a shit mood, ready to order some cheap Chinese food and pig out before passing the fuck out when he got distracted by yelling.

Loud, girlish yelling.

Kisame exited his car to see you screaming profanities that would make Hidan proud at what looked to be a very sorry looking man. He’d had his hands up in an attempt to surrender but you and your vulgar threats weren’t having any of it. Kisame could hear him talking which seemed to set you off more, and suddenly those same heels were in your grip, swinging at him with everything you had.

“Get out of here you sorry piece of shit - I’ll kill you! You ever come near her again and I’ll rip your limp little dick off - fucking asshole!”

The piece of shit in question scrambled away from you and your heels and ran to his car, yelling over his shoulder about calling the police on your crazy ass. Kisame vividly remembers you throwing your head back and laughing, yelling at him to do it asshole and see what happens.

In that moment, Kisame was in complete awe. He’d seen some deranged shit in his day, his friends seemed to attract crazy like it was their fucking jobs, but he’d never seen anyone thoroughly beat someone with heels. He was pretty sure the dude left bleeding.

It was then you noticed him and once again, you were frozen in place at being caught in yet another bad moment. Kisame had idly wondered if this is how you always were, or if it was just shitty luck he’d caught you in ... strange situations like this twice.

You’d both stared at each other for a beat before you cleared your throat and looked around awkwardly, face twisting into grimace.

“Did you - um. Did you ... see that?”

Kisame remembers looking back at the dude’s car that was peeling out of the parking lot at a speed that wasn’t legal and then back to you, amused.

“Didn’t see a thing.”

He’d walked with you into the building and you both entered the elevator in what should have been awkward silence but ... wasn’t. The air between you two was quiet and comfortable, as if you both had known each other for years. Kisame had turned his head to fully look at you - the bikers shorts and worn sweatshirt you were wearing were surprisingly alluring. It was then he noticed you were barefoot again - your toes painted the most obnoxious color of gold he’d ever seen - and he couldn’t help but chuckle. You’d glanced at him, heels in hand, and started laughing too.

Your friend’s apartment was two doors down from his and you’d smiled and waved at him before entering, leaving him alone in the hallway - impressed and nursing the start of a crush.

It’d be another couple of weeks before he saw you again.

But when he did, it was at the coffee shop next door to the apartment building, and you were being pestered by a dude that he would classify as a pussy. You’d been sitting in a booth, legs crossed and bouncing in agitation - those damn heels strapped to your feet. Your polish wasn’t gold anymore, but a pale pink, and your face was twisted with annoyance.

“If I have to tell you to go away again, I am going to shove my heels so far up your -”

Kisame had interrupted, giving the poor kid who couldn’t take a hint one of his more heinous smiles, and placed a hand on the booth behind you right behind your head.

“Hey babe, ready to go?”

The look you gave him would be seared into his brain for eternity. Your mouth had parted in surprise, eyes bright with confusion and recognition, before absolute delight took over. It had his mouth running dry, how happy you seemed to be to see him. Your lips, shiny with gloss, tilted into the biggest smile he’d ever seen on a person and you turned to the guy, cocking your head slightly.

“Mmm, I don’t know. You might need to ask my other boyfriend over here, he’s been making it difficult for me to leave.”

The jackass in question put his hands up in surrender and started to stutter his way through an apology - his beady little eyes flicking from Kisame to you. You’d placed your elbow on the table and rested your chin in your hand, cocky little grin firmly in place. Kisame snorted.

“Good thing I got here when I did, kid. Those heels of hers have done terrible things to guys like you.”

You’d gone so far as to wink at the man before he scampered off and then you turned towards Kisame - that same look of sheer delight on your face. Something warm started to spread through his chest, and he could feel the back of his neck start to heat up. You opened your mouth but turned your head when you saw your friend walk in, waving excitedly. Kisame took a step back to let you exit the booth and as you walked by him, you’d squeezed his forearm.

“Thanks, stranger. I owe you one.”

With that, you’d gone with your friend and Kisame stood there for a moment, letting the heat on his neck cool, before getting in line to order his and Kakuzu’s coffee.

After the coffee shop incident, you seemed to pop up everywhere. Hallway, parking lot, lobby. Kisame wondered if you actually lived in his building or if you just visited a lot. You’d always smile at him, pretty and glowing and so damn happy, and it never failed to make his chest stutter. Words were scarcely exchanged though, and Kisame had decided enough was enough.

He was going to take you to dinner.

Pretty barefoot girl, constantly showing up in his life, smiling at him like you’ve known him forever - he’d take you out to dinner and find out exactly what flavor of lip gloss you used.

Also, your name.

Hopefully in that order.

He’d run into you in the elevator a few days later, drunk and hysterically giggling with your friend. It wouldn’t have been weird, but it was three in the afternoon. On a Tuesday.

You both were getting off when him and Kakuzu were getting on, and you had thrown your hands up when you saw him, heels clacking in the air.

“Yo, it’s my stranger! Hey man!”

Kakuzu had blinked in surprise at how loud you were and Kisame choked back a laugh before stepping out of the way so you and your friend could exit, grinning at the disheveled sight of you. You’d both stumbled out, and he felt that warmth in his chest again when you turned to face him, eyes glazed over from the alcohol.

“Hey! I still owe you one!”

Kakuzu grumbled something under his breath and stepped into the elevator, holding the doors so they’d stay open. Kisame glanced at him before looking at you, eyes making a slow journey down your chest to your thighs - all the way down to your bare feet. Your nails were red and the light from the hallway caught a tiny, silver toe ring. He’d brought his gaze back up to your face and felt heat start to lazily swirl through him at the look you were giving him.

“I’ll collect later.”

Your mouth parted and twisted into a wicked grin, lip gloss glittering, while your friend gasped and started laughing behind you. Kisame stepped onto the elevator and Kakuzu punched the ground level button before crossing his arms. The doors clicked shut and his roommate spoke.

“If you’re going to fuck her, do it when I’m not home.”

Two days later Kisame caught you doing laundry in the communal laundry room. His and Kakuzu’s washing machine was broken and so he was forced to use the communal washers - something he rarely did. He’d found you loading one of the dryers, wearing those damn biker shorts again. You’d stood when you heard him and smiled, eyes shining in surprise, before closing the dryer door.

“Hey stranger.”

Kisame had cocked his head at you and dropped his laundry basket next to an empty washer.

“You live here, girlie?”

You’d laughed and shook your head. His heart, stupid thing, actually fluttered in his chest at the sound of it - and the skin on his neck started to heat up.

“No, but my best friend does. You gonna snitch on me?”

Kisame had snorted and started loading the washer. You two were alone, neither of you in any kind of rush, and he decided he was going to make good on his promise to himself.

“Nah - but that would mean I’ve done you two favors.”

“Oh wow, so generous. So, big guy, how do I repay back this growing debt I owe you?

Kisame had smiled at you then, leaning back against the washer as it started to fill with water. He didn’t miss the way you watched as he crossed his arms over his chest, before flicking your eyes up to meet his.

“Let me take you to dinner.”

You’d blinked in surprise and turned your head to the side, fighting your own smile. Kisame took that time to trail his eyes down, slowly memorizing the way your thighs looked in your shorts and immediately zeroing on your ankle bracelet and pale purple polish. He’d brought his head up in time to catch you turning back to look at him, lips curled in that cocky little grin from the coffee shop.

“Alright.”

And so it went.

One date turned into three and soon Kisame found himself holding you up by your legs against his door, tongue and lips and teeth working against yours fervently. Your tiny little dress had ridden all the way up, leaving your thighs bare for him to touch and squeeze. Your hair had come completely undone, your makeup was smeared, and the noises coming from your throat had his cock jumping in his pants. He could feel your heels scrapping against his back and it shot thrills up his spine - he’d wanted you like this for awhile now - panting and whimpering with those heels of yours digging into his back.

He’d almost had you against the door that night - the alcohol from the club you’d taken him to was making his brain hazy - but you had arched against him and snarled the word bed into his ear while trying and failing to unbutton his shirt.

It had been rough and quick, the way he fucked you. You’d been grinding on him for hours at the club, teasing him, laughing, and the shots you’d talked him into had him only thinking with his dick. You’d both passed out soon after, clothes half on - shoes, phones, wallets, and jewelry all thrown across his room.

When Kisame woke the next day he had a mild ache behind his eyes and the taste of liquor on his tongue. It took him a moment to remember what happened. It took him another moment to realize you were still in his bed, passed out on top of the comforter, drooling all over his favorite pillow. Your leg was hooked around his and your hand was on his stomach, twitching as you slept. He’d watched you for a moment, taking in the smeared lipstick and eyeliner that someone still looked good on you, before trying to locate his phone without moving too much.

Once he’d found it, Kisame zoned out - checking his work email and mindlessly scrolling - glad he at least had some sense to put it within reach last night. It wasn’t long before you started to stir, body moving slowly against him. You woke up with a groan and buried your face into his pillow, no doubt getting makeup and glitter all over it. When you’d peeked up at him you both looked at each other in silence before you started giggling.

It was then Kisame realized he could probably wake up like this for the rest of his life.

The next time Kisame fucked you was later that same day. Kakuzu had been out on a business trip, so you’d stayed for breakfast. After showering and changing into some clothes Kisame had given you, you’d eaten eggs and toast in his kitchen and the two of you talked. And talked. And talked.

Eventually, talking turned to teasing which turned to flirting and soon Kisame had you sitting on the counter, lips on your neck, hands squeezing your thighs. You’d been impatient, whining and clawing at him, but Kisame was having none of it. He’d taken your wrists and pinned them to the counter next to your hips, holding you in place, mouth on your ear.

“You need to settle down and let me take care of you, sweetheart.”

You’d froze at his words, mouth running dry, and soon his head was between your thighs while his fingers worked absolute ecstasy into you. Kisame remembers making you come twice, right there on the countertop, before you were babbling and begging for him. He’d carried you back to the bedroom then, and spent another hour worshiping you, before collapsing on top of you, spent and sated.

After that, the two of you were inseparable. You’d constantly texted him - sexy little messages he’d read during meetings, dumb memes and corny pick up lines throughout the day, random thoughts and tidbits about your day - and he’d honestly felt like a teenager. He’d call you anytime he was in the car and you’d both would talk endlessly about nothing. Weekly date nights turned into daily meetups. Coffee, dinner, a short walk - anything to spend time together.

You’d introduced him to your best friend and he’d introduced you a reluctant Kakuzu, who didn’t complain about you at all after you’d left - something Kisame considered a win. After that, you’d introduced him to the rest of your friends, your coworkers, and he’d even talked to your mom once on speakerphone.

Kisame was more ... hesitant about you meeting the rest of his friends - but as soon as Hidan heard about you beating some sad sack of shit with your heels he deemed you worthy of Kisame’s attention. Itachi had given him a nod of approval and Konan even hugged you when you’d said your farewells - which meant you had officially been accepted into the group.

It wasn’t long before you’d slipped and called Kisame your boyfriend - which make his brain short circuit. You’d looked ready to take it back before he had pulled you into his lap, suddenly frantic for you. Neither of you had initiated the talk, but somehow this was better. Boyfriend, girlfriend - the labels didn’t matter too much to him but knowing you’d wanted a relationship - that you wanted something serious - had him light headed and spinning. Soon you were between his legs, mouth wrapped around his cock, and Kisame came with the words love you just on the tip of his tongue. He’d choked them back and managed to keep it to himself for another month, before he couldn’t take it anymore and whispered them against your forehead one night right outside of the restaurant you two had just left.

He remembers the way you looked up at him, that same look of shock on your face from the coffee shop all those months ago, before you were kissing him. Kissing and kissing and pulling his lips between your teeth, muttering something about getting the hell out of there before you had him on the street in front of God and everybody. You’d rode him slow that night, teasing and unhurried, and afterwards you’d curled around him - your mouth on his ear.

“Love you too.”

Everything fell into place after that. Months turned into years and now you were there, in front of him, engagement ring sitting prettily on your finger. You’d been laughing and scoffing as he reminisced about your first moments together, finishing up the bottle of wine you’d ordered.

“I never did finish repaying my debt to you - for not snitching on me.” You teased, sipping back the last of the wine, hiding a smile behind your glass.

Kisame snorted and reached into his jacket, nodding at the waiter who was making his way over.

“You did when you agreed to marry me.”

The small, drunk smile you were sporting turned into a delighted grin, but before Kisame could grab the check from your waiter you’d snatched it effortlessly and placed your own card into the bill, blinking innocently. Kisame scowled and you’d shrugged, leaning back in your seat.

“Looks like you owe me now.”

Kisame felt heat flash through him at the way you were looking at him and leaned forward, grinning.

“Yeah, sweetheart? And how do I repay back this growing debt?”

Your eyes lit up and you waved your hand nonchalantly with a shrug.

“I have a few ideas.”

[lexyscross]

Kirsch family headcanons! 💕

Since Radio Silence wanna play tricky, let’s just say that their first names are all the same, and their family name is Kirsch. I’m also assuming their personalities were all genuine and not just acts they put on. (Except for Ethan; I think his Shy Awkward Bean personality was probably an act. I think was probably likely a little douce canoe. (*affectionate) But, mostly, the only mentions here of him being shy or meek are the childhood headcanons, so it stills works.)

Ethan killed their mom.

Okay? Let’s go!

Richie is eldest (obviously), 7 years older, to be exact. Quinn and Ethan are twins; Quinn is older by 6 minutes. (Ethan is soooooo Baby Brother coded!)

Richie’s, Quinn’s, and Ethan’s nicknames from their parents as babies/little kids were “Buddy,” “Pretty Girl,” and “Pookie Bear,” respectively. (And they still fit the vibes when they grew up. 🥺)

The twins learned how to ride bikes at 5 or 6 years old. Quinn, with all of her boldness and confidence, took to it easily, but Ethan (having seen Quinn fall a couple of times, but get right back up) was scared. Quinn teased him for it, telling him to stop being a baby. Richie encouraged him, telling him that he wouldn’t let him fall and holding on at first until Ethan felt safe enough for Richie to let go.

They are absolutely one of those families that wear matching Christmas pajamas.

Wayne often worked late (obviously, he’s a detective), and their mother had... some career that required her to work late every now and then, so Richie sometimes had to babysit Quinn and Ethan. Whenever this happened, they would have a Stab marathon (even though their parents told him not to show the kids those movies). Quinn liked them almost immediately; for Ethan, it took 2 or 3 marathons for him to warm up to them.

Richie and Ethan are both autistic, but only Richie was diagnosed because with him it was more “apparent,” with his hyperfixations and all. Everyone just thought Ethan was shy and sensitive. This contributed to Wayne’s spoiling of Richie’s Stab obsession; he wanted to be supportive of his son’s interest (even though his wife told him it was unhealthy to indulge such a morbid fascination), but he took it too far. 🥺

Quinn has ADHD. She wasn’t diagnosed until she was 17.

Being that he’s 7 years older than them, Quinn and Ethan sort of hero worshipped Richie.

Richie loved his baby siblings, and he’d stab a bitch for them, but he was also constantly annoyed by them and how much they wanted to be around him. And they were often trying to get into his YouTube videos, trying to jump in view of the camera (especially Quinn), which drove him nuts. (”MOM! DAD! MAKE THEM GET OUT OF MY ROOM!”)

The kids sometimes helped Richie with his fan-films. But Richie was very... fastidious when it came to his art, so he wouldn’t really let them do much; it was more like letting them hand him props and stuff like that. But once they got older, he allowed them to actually be in the movies... as victims, of course.

Ethan liked looking over Richie’s shoulder (to Richie’s annoyance) while he’d draw. It started out as a baby brother shadowing his big brother, but eventually he started liking the violence and the gore of it.

They’re all so protective of each other, but Richie and Quinn also low-key bully Ethan; he’s the shy one, and the baby of the family, so of course they do. (🖤)

Once, when Richie was 13 and Ethan was 6, Richie play-smacked Ethan on the head just a bit too hard; Ethan starts WAILING, full screaming sobs, and Richie panics, not wanting to get in trouble. He starts trying to shush Ethan and rubs his head, “Shh, shh, stop crying. You’re okay! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, stop crying!!” He lost his Stab privileges for a week.

Cute childhood pictures of little Richie holding his baby siblings. 🥺 Like if you feel like chewing on glass. 🙂

When they were 7, some kid pushed Ethan on the playground at school and was picking on him, so Quinn jumped on this kid and started decking him. A teacher pulled her off of him, called the parents, and Wayne had to come to the school. Quinn told him what happened, and said, “Daddy, you say we have to look out for each other.” He acted upset with her in front of the principal and fake lectured her, but once they got to the car, he told her, “That’s my girl!” No one fucks with their family.

When Quinn and Ethan were born, Quinn (being the elder twin) screamed until Ethan was finally out and their mother held them together. She has always been a protective sister!

All of them were upset when Richie told them he was moving to California (they’re from the Midwest, so that’s way across the country), but Quinn especially, who yelled at him and then stomped up to her room, slamming the door shut. Ethan just sat on the couch, pouting with his arms crossed, saying nothing. (Richie, of course, knew why he was going, but he couldn’t give them an answer other than that he wanted to, which is probably what hurt the most. It felt like he was just abandoning the family; that he had his own life now and was ready to move on from them.)

Once Richie moved to California, he FaceTimed/Skyped/whatever with them all of the time. Like, almost every day. They certainly texted daily. A lot of memes and stuff like that, especially between Quinn and Richie.

I don’t even- ...I don’t even know how to describe what it was like when they got the news that Richie was murdered and was involved in a killing spree in California. It was...  it was sad is all I know. I imagine they were all home together when they got the news. They were definitely breaking down, mixed with denial. Wayne fell to the floor and sobbed once it hit him; his first baby was gone. Quinn practically had a panic attack right then; in fact, she probably did. And Ethan simply shut down; he just stood there against the wall for about 10 minutes, wordless, showing no reaction, staring at nothing, likely in a state of shock.

Ethan had a bit of a Roman Roy moment at Richie’s funeral. If you know, you know.

Wayne was so deep in his grief that the kids (more so Quinn, the Eldest Daughter™/now Eldest Child™) had to start taking care of him, making sure that he ate and got some sleep.

Quinn and Ethan saw the pictures that Wayne saw of Richie. I have varying theories about this that I enjoy, but all I know is that they saw those pictures. Did Wayne show them the pictures to motivate them? I like to think he tried to keep them from seeing them, but the man was so far gone in his devastation that who’s to say?

Wayne was so sleep-deprived that, when Ethan came to visit him in his office (home office, not at work) before bed one night, standing in the doorway, Wayne accidently called him Richie before realizing and correcting his mistake. He apologized, and Ethan just said it was okay. He wanted to be upset, but he knew it was a simple sleep-deprived mistake; he also knew that it had to be hard for his father to look at him and not see his first son.

Mom/Wife didn't want to talk about Richie after the funeral. She wanted to pretend that he'd never existed. Furthermore, she became cold (or colder, since he sounds like he really hated her in the script) toward Ethan because look at him. How was she supposed to forget her eldest son when her youngest looks and acts so much like him?

When Wayne brought up the revenge idea, and Mrs. Kirsch refused, freaking out and all (as one would do), Ethan knew they had to get rid of her, and he was so angry that she would betray Richie like that. He stormed off to the kitchen, grabbed a large knife, came back to the living room, and just stabbed the shit outta her! All of his rage toward her and about the entire situation just poured out. Quinn and Wayne were in shock. I have no idea how they handled that afterward.

Wayne actually misses his wife, which is why he still wears his wedding ring.

On Richie’s first birthday after his death (which would also end up being the only one they’d be alive for), they “celebrated” with a small chocolate cake (his favorite) and blew out the candles together. 🥺 (Richie is a September baby, to me. A virgo.)

That’s all for now! This took me, like, 3 months to finish. 😩

[winterdawnzephyr]

late night talking // radio silence; aled x daniel

Summary: A stressed-out Daniel calls Aled in the middle of the night (day?) for emotional support. As late night talking goes, their conversation meanders. Set after the events of Radio Silence.

Word count: 1778

Link to AO3 post

It was 3:54 AM and Daniel was not okay.

Tipping back his head, he drained the third can of cold brew he'd had that night -- or was it morning? -- and slammed it down on the last remaining spot amidst his pile of chemistry notes. A stray droplet landed on the past paper he was working on, staining the godforsaken diagram of the Born-Haber cycle brown.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he groaned. Elbows resting on his pages of calculations (most bearing red slashes from his cold-brew induced fits of rage), he dug his eyes into the heels of his palms and resisted the urge to cry.

He had been stuck on Hess' Law questions for the past hour. They weren't even difficult. He just kept making stupid mistakes -- not changing positive signs to negative, forgetting to half the enthalpy of atomization of Cl2, missing the state symbols. Cambridge didn't accept people who made stupid mistakes. What if he didn't get an A* in Chemistry because of this? What if, after working his ass off the last 10 years of his life, after doing all those readings and passing his interview, they rejected him because a stupid mistake bumped him down a grade?

He imagined giving up his plan to get a PhD in Biology and pursue research to work in his father's electronics shop, fixing gadgets and mending computers or whatever his father does. Fuck, that sounded pretentious. He always felt a stab of guilt whenever that thought crossed his mind -- which was not uncommon. There was nothing wrong with working in an electronics shop, except for the fact he felt a small part of himself die inside at the thought of giving up his lifelong passion. No more lab coats and goggles. No more ... how did Frances put it? Right, "skeletons and bacteria and stuff".

There was no way he was letting Hess' Law ruin his chances of getting into Cambridge. He couldn't let it. This dream was all he had.

Well, not exactly.

Daniel did the only thing he could think of in that moment. He picked up his phone and dialled his lifeline.

┈┈┈┈․° * °․┈┈┈┈

"Hey," Daniel said hoarsely. It just registered to him that it was 3:54 AM and he had probably just woken Aled for no reason. "Jesus, Aled. sorry. It's so late --"

"Dan, are you okay?" Aled's voice, soft and concerned, crackled through the speakerphone.

Somehow, just hearing their voice was enough to make tears well up in his eyes. He thought if he kept them in any longer, his eyes might burst. So he let them spill.

"Chemistry. Chemistry is ruining my life." All the numbers and formulae and diagrams laid out before him grew fuzzy. He could feel a drop of tear fall and join the brown stain on his past paper. Wonderful.

Aled stayed quiet, giving him time to collect himself. He could imagine Aled with their eyes wide like a puppy’s, their eyebrows raised just a touch – they always were when Aled was worried.

Daniel took a big gulp of air. His breath smelled disgustingly like one too many cans of cold brew. Well, I guess one good thing about Aled being so far away is he can't tease me about my coffee breath.

"It's just- my exam's in a week and I- I can't mess this up. I need to get an A* in Chem. I can't still be struggling with Hess' fucking Law this close to the exams. And I keep making stupid mistakes like mixing up plus and minus" He wiped an eye and let out a laugh. "This is so stupid. I feel stupid. Sorry, I shouldn't be calling you this late for this."

"It's okay, I was up anyways." They paused. "You're not stupid. But you're also more than your grades."

"I know," he whispered. "But everyone already knows I got an offer from Cambridge and I'm scared I'll fail and- and let everyone down and- “

"You won't let me down."

I love you so much.

"I..." Daniel faltered. Why couldn't he speak?

But he knew Aled, of all people, understood. They knew how it felt for thoughts to be coiled up in the dusty corners of your mind for so long that you’re afraid giving them a voice would break them.

At least, for now.

“Thanks,” he said quietly.

"If I didn't know you better," Aled said gently, "I would tell you to sleep."

"I had three cans of cold brew."

"Dan!"

"Shut up, I get it-"

"Coffee Breath," Aled teased.

Daniel shook his head and smiled to himself. Well, guess I was wrong.

“How could you? Don’t you dare insult cold brew in front of me again.” They both chuckled. “Anyways, there is no way I'm sleeping now. The caffeine is blocking my adenosine receptors and my brain is setting off fireworks."

"You’re such a nerd."

"And you’re a hypocrite. Why are you up at this ungodly hour?"

Aled was silent for a moment. “Do you remember the YouTube Live! thing that contacted me?”

“Yeah?”

“Well…” he said, sounding half excited, half nervous, “I may or may not be doing a live show for Universe City in August?”

Daniel sat up straight, almost knocking over his three cans of cold brew.

“For real?”

“For real.”

“Aled, that’s great. When did you find out?”

“Just two days ago!” Aled said quickly. “I was going to tell you, but you’re busy enough with exams and have much more important things to worry about and-”

“Hey, stop right there,” Daniel chided them softly. “If I get to call you past 4am and have you deal with my anxious ass, you can tell me about your literally life-changing show no matter how much Chemistry is screwing with my life."

"Maybe," Aled replied sheepishly. “If you say so.” Are they… embarrassed?

Daniel felt a small pang at the thought that Aled might have been nervous about sharing the news with him. Of course, Aled had always been reserved, but there used to be no secrets between them. Then he remembered the arguments they had because he stupidly refused to believe Aled actually liked him, and felt another spike of shame.

Stupid of me to think they would be comfortable sharing everything with me, he thought ruefully, then stopped himself.

Something he’d been learning lately was that none of this was any one person’s fault. They could both feel endlessly guilty for being arses in their own ways – Aled for literally going radio silent on him, himself for being unimaginably obtuse – but what would be the point? They were past that. They’d agreed to be more open with each other, but these things took time. And Daniel would wait, however long it takes.

Shit happens - that’s life. He was just glad Aled was back in his life so they could brave this mess together.

“I’m proud of you. For restarting Universe City. For doing the live show.”

And Daniel meant it. God knows he loved every single facet of Aled Last, but he especially loved the version that was completely themselves, who was passionate and creative and wonderfully weird.

He wished the rest of the world to witness that version of Aled as well.

“Thanks,” Aled said shyly.

They cleared their throat. “Well anyways, since it’s a live show, I want to do something special. So I’ve been expanding our song. I want it to fit the new storyline I have planned before the show. Do you… do you want to hear it?”

“Yeah! Yeah, of course.”

Aled turned on their video call, and Daniel followed suit.

Aled looked much better than they had four months ago. Their cheeks had gained back some of its baby-like roundness. Whereas their hair was limp and dull before, it was now soft blond blending into pastel pink at the tips, which were just past their shoulders now. Since Frances had told him about the haircut incident with Aled’s mother, he had stopped teasing them about cutting their hair. Draped over their shoulders was their city-skyline blanket, under which they wore a T-shirt with two dinosaurs kissing.

In short, Aled looked really cute, and Daniel kind of wanted to kiss them.

Since he couldn’t, he said instead, “Is it just me, or are those dinosaurs on your shirt being really gay?”

“You mean, like us?”

They both chuckled.

It took Alex a while to fumble with something on their computer. Then they mumbled “Here goes,” and the backing track the two of them recorded so long ago started playing — Aled on the drums, himself on the bass — and then Aled started singing and he was mesmerised:

There’s nothing left for us any more

Why aren’t you listening?

Why aren’t you listening to me?

There’s nothing left.

But old sport, take my hand

And we’ll rise from the ashes

Past the dark blue and the Fire

We’ll make something for us

Just for us

Then the music faded, and Aled’s voice, only moments ago so bright amidst the thundering instrumentals, had turned shy once again, snapping Daniel out of his trance. “So…do you like it?”

We’ll make something just for us.

Daniel felt a lump form in his throat. Does coffee mess with a person’s emotions? Surely, it should. He’d have to check his biology notes later.

“Are you kidding me? The new lyrics are fantastic. It’s amazing. I- I love it.”

Aled tucked a strand of hair behind their ear and blushed. One corner of their lip was turned up in a bashful smile.

Gods, he really wanted to kiss them.

“I-”

A smatter of knocks could be heard from Aled’s side. They stood up immediately, throwing their phone on the bed so Daniel could only see Aled’s ceiling. There was more clattering and-

“Al I love you but I swear to god if you don’t stop causing a racket I will- What are you even doing this late??” It was Carys.

“Whoops…” Daniel said.

Carys’ face took up the screen. “Ohhhh you’re being gay,” she cackled. “Hi Daniel! In that case guys have fun but I have an early shift tomorrow so keep it down, won’t you? Okay bye good night-and-morning.”

And just like that, she was gone, replaced by Aled’s shocked expression, puppy-eyes wide.

The two of them stared at each other for a moment, then Daniel burst out laughing, and Aled started laughing even louder.

“I said keep it down!” The faint sound of Carys' half-irritated shout drifted from somewhere outside Aled’s room.

“Tell her I’m sorry?” Daniel said.

“Shut up.” Aled said, smirking.

┈┈┈┈․° * °․┈┈┈┈

It was 4:28 AM and Daniel felt, for the first time in a long while, that they were okay.

Notes:

That moment when you exhaust the meager supply of Daniel x Aled content that exists so you have to write your own...

Seriously, I want to read more about them!! So if anyone has written or will write more about their relationship, please share it with me.

Not sure why I chose to write a whole fic surrounding a phone conversation because 1. I hate phone conversations, and 2. I struggle with writing dialogue. I hope you still enjoyed the fic even though my inexperience in the two aforementioned areas may have made the dialogue unnatural :D

P.S. Was the first section just me venting about Hess' Law vicariously through Daniel? Yes. It absolutely was.

[iwadori]

hello! I love your works so much! Can I request an angst to comfort scenario for #21 on your prompt list?

“It’s my fault for trusting you”

Feel free to use whichever character(s) you like!!

When the haikyu boys neglect you for another girl PT 3

Part One Part Two Part Three Part four Part Five

Word Count: 2.7K

Genre: angst,fluff

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Akaashi

You and Akaashi were beautiful people

Probably the most attractive pair of young adults that anyone can find

You were both top tier models in the industry

You always had a little rivalry between you but you always promised each other to never let it affect your ‘relationship’

“Beautiful darling, your beautiful” praised your photographer as you finished your shoot giving you air kisses on your cheeks. You thanked him and the rest of the staff and entered your dressing room sighing.

“Rough day?” Asked a voice, startling you a bit. You looked up to see your boyfriend, Akaashi Keiji sitting in the corner of your dressing room on a love seat.  

“Gosh Keiji you scared me” clutching your chest dramatically “But yes, the day has been tiring Fabio has really been overworking me lately” you complained. Akaashi walks towards you and gave you a peck on the cheek “Aww poor baby” he cooed mockingly, “but don’t worry ‘bout it Y/N your sucess will be all be worth it eventually” he says making you smile.

“and besides, you’ve got a shoot with me soon anyways” he winks, making you chuckle. You finished removing your make-up as Akaashi tells you about his shoot today and Bokuto’s (your fellow model friend) antics.  

You and Akaashi first laid eyes on eachother when you were both up and coming models, you both are under the same company. At first, both of your agents decided to make you spend time with each other to push the narrative of you being a couple anyways. However, since you and Akaashi had great natural chemistry it made your relationship great and made for a great photo too.  

As much as the public loved your relationship and the saucy photos you tend to make together, they also thrived of the slight rivalry you guys had together or the times when you guys bother shot with other people (since it was easy for a fan to make a new ship off of two people literally standing next to each other.)

You spent the next day having what you and Akaashi called a ‘rest day,’ you both specifically clear your schedules for every 2nd and 4th saturday of each month to not do any work-related for the day and just bask in each other’s companies (as you were both busy and barely got enough time to see one another.)

You watched multiple movies, made your own homemade cookies and dinner, had pillow fights, built forts. You both were having so much fun, until you both got a call...Just then, the vibe changed you went from your free-spirited fun selfs back into work mode.

Your agent told you that two brands *Insert big fashion designer brand here* and *Insert another big fashion designer brand here* were having some form of standoff. To be honest, you didn’t really care about the context of the shoot(s) in this case, as your agents call ruined your day. They wanted you and Tsukishima Kei, to do some competing shoots and promotional videos for their brand against the other designer.

After getting all your information from your agent, you go back into the living and see Akaashi sitting down thinking deeply about something. “What was your call about?” you inquire sitting down next to him.

“Oh just some silly designer brand competition thing.” he mindlessly replies, still thinking deeply.

“Yeah same. So what’s got you thinking all deeply then?” you ask

“My fellow model is going to be Kiyoko Shimuzu” he sighed, making you blink repeatedly before immediately saying “You can’t do the shoot”

Kiyoko Shimuzu was japans beauty. Everybody loved her, she’s been a model since she was a child everyone wanting a grasp on her looks. The guys wanted her, the girls wanted to be here. Kiyoko Shimuzu was a force to be reckon with.

The real problem at hand wasn’t her stunning looks, popularity and fame. It was her connection with Akaashi. Before Akaashi went big and met you, he was Kiyoko’s boyfriend (well ex-boyfriend now) and they broke up because of long-distance or something like that.

However, to you, Kiyoko’s feelings for your boyfriend have never went away. Whenever you guys bumped into each other at red carpet events or runway shows, she always seemed to linger a bit too long around your boyfriend, which definitely wasn’t to your liking.

Akaashi lifted up his head from inside his palms and looked at you as if you had grown another head. “What do you mean, ‘I can’t do the shoot’” he asked in disbelief

“I mean, you can’t do the shoot” you reiterated not understanding why he didn’t understand.  

Akaashi sighs before putting his face back in his hands to think, “Well I know you got to the shoot aswell Y/N who’s yours with.”

“Tsukki” You said nonchalantly say as if it was nothing, making Akaashi look at you again as if you were fully crazy before he had a chance to speak you cut him off saying “Don’t even start Akaashi.”

You and Tsukishima Kei, have best friends since you were kids. You weren’t romantic in any way shape or form, well at least you weren’t. Akaashi always claimed that that Tsukishima was in love with you, that you and Tsukishima were the perfect example of every ‘childhood friends-lovers trope’ ever, which to you wasn’t true. Everything between you and Tsukishima was and still is completely platonic which you can’t say the same for Akaashi and Kiyoko.

“You’re not doing the shoot” he says firmly as if he was your father.  

“Oh so you can do your shoot with your literally EX GIRLFRIEND, but I can’t do mine with my best friend... yeah make sense” you say standing up, astounded.

“Y/N chill, If you’re so adamant about me not doing it with Shi- Kiyoko, then I wont” he says pulling your arm down making you land on him “and you better not do it with ‘Tsukki’” he mocked.

“Okay so none of us are doing the shoots?” you ask looking up at him  

“Yup” he says  

“Pinky promise,” you joked sticking out your pinky in his face.

“Pinky promise” he agreed hooking his finger around yours.

For the next month it seemed you were booked busy, you barely got to see your boyfriend as his agent had him running around all of Japan and even had him booked in some places in Europe for this month. Of course, you missed him, but you understand how busy it can be doing your line of work. You’ve been quite busy too, doing the usual shoots and runways.

Although he was busy, Akaashi basically went radio silent on you. You still expected him to reply to some of your messages or at least call once or twice when he had the chance, since he must have 10 minutes of break time and that's the bare minimum.

It’s been two weeks since you last saw Akaashi (and that was on your saturday rest day) and you were expecting him to come over today so you could have another. Since of course, Saturday ‘rest days’ were basically a tradition for you and Akaashi before you even started dating.

You had no text from Akaashi explaining his lateness/absense, so you just figured he wasn’t coming putting a damper on your day. You spent the day lounging around and shoving your face with your favourite snacks and food.

You get a text from Tsukishima which read:

Tsukishima: 1 Image Attached  

Tsukishima: Looks whose boyfriend stumbled on set...

You didn’t respond as you were shocked at the sight you saw, the image was a picture of Akaashi and Kiyoko on set doing shots for the *insert the other rich designer brand* the shoot that you both agreed you wouldn’t do, which was also a LINGERE brand.  

You felt betrayed, you both agreed to not do the shoot and it’s not like you did do yours. You made sure to turn it down the day you made your agreement. And he skipped on your traditional saturday ‘rest day’ without even giving you any word of him not planning on arriving.

You didn’t know what to do, do you confront him about it? Or do you wait for him to approach you? Since he would plan on telling you about this right? You eventually messaged Tsukishima a ‘thanks’ and you decided how you were going to handle the situation. Pop up on Akaashi and Kiyoko at the photoshoot.

You knew where it was at, since you had the address already from when your agent first offered you the idea. You drove to the place in a breakneck speed, strutting in there like a woman on a mission (which you technically were.) You decided to wait in Akaashi’s dressing room, not wanting to cause a scene at the shoot which would be bad for yours, Akaashi’s and Kiyoko’s image and would be a waste of the time of the staff and photographer there.

Akaashi finally finished the shoot and entered his room with a sigh not realising that you were sitting in the corner of his room. “Did you have a rough time?” you ask mockingly making him jump and his eyes widen as you were the last person he expected to be there. “Why so shocked, you weren’t expecting me?” you still keep the same mocking tone in your speech.

“Y/N I-” He started  

“Y/N what?” You interrupted “Y/N I’m sorry for basically ghosting you for a month? I'm sorry for doing a shoot with someone who I know is still in love with me? I’m sorry for lying to you? I’m sorry for skipping out on our rest day with no explanation on where I am?” you stare at him as he stares back speechless.

“Oh, am I missing something?” you continue “Oh yes ‘Y/n I’m sorry for doing the shoot that we both agreed that we weren’t doing’” you sit down and wait for him to reply.

Akaashi puts his head down in shame, not really knowing what to say. Because of his silence, you roll your eyes and get up fed up with his lack of explanation. Before you fully leave Akaashi blocks your way with slight tears in his eyes “I had no other choice Y/N, I had to do all those shoots and travel other places with Kiyoko because sh-”

“Wait, that’s where you were?” you shout “Gallivanting around the country with HER!” you extend your arm pointing outside the door before you turn trying to leave again.

“N-No No Y/N you’ve got to listen to me” he said putting your hands on my shoulder “She has something, on me and I-I couldn’t I can’t get out of it. It’s deeper than just a simple shoot.” You were confused but you were so upset you just didn’t want to hear it so instead of listening to your boyfriend you decided to say “you’re so full of shit Akaashi” making him gasp at your coldness and the use of his last name. “ but hey I guess thats my fault for trusting you”

You finally left the room and went to go get a breather for a second with tears sparking in your eyes. You leaned against the wall and whispered “fuck” frustrated with the whole situation. Making you jump, Tsukishima said “you should go talk to him you know.”  

“What do you know Tsukki” he cringed at the nickname

“I know more than you Y/N, just go talk to him.” he said making you squint your eyes at him wondering what information he held.

When you walked back to Akaashi’s dressing room practicing an apology in your head. But you paused your arrival hearing Akaashi talking to the one and only, Kiyoko Shimuzu in his room.

“Let’s face it Akaashi, now that I’ve got this sex tape of us, I basically own you.” she said to him making your eyes widen.  

You decided the smartest thing to do was to pull out your phone and record as much as the conversation as you possibly could. Because you could already tell Akaashi was in a bind.

“The next thing I want you to do is...” she continued acting as if she was thinking “break it with Y/N!”

“No certainly not Kiyoko, you’re going too far.” he said making you smile internally that he still defended your relationship. “Me and Y/N are definitely NOT breaking up.”

“Akaashi are you forgetting that I have something over you.” she pulls out her phone and she plays a video, which you can only assume is the sex tape. You can hear a bunch of moans and groans which made your stomache ache.

Tired of hearing this, you burst into the room and say “What the fuck are you doing Kiyoko”  

“Oh Y/N how lovely for you to join us...” she said with a smile, “I was just discussing with your ‘boyfriend’ plans for our next shoots.”

“I always knew you were a bitch.” you say shocking your head at her.

“What do you mean Y/N?” she says with a fake smile, not knowing that you were listening in on your conversation “Actually Akaashi was telling me something he had to tell you... isn’t that right Akaashi.” you both looked over at him and he was scared and speechless.

“Oh you mean how you’ve been blackmailing him for the past two weeks...” you accuse  

“You have no proof of that.” She taunted  

“Oh do I..” you rebuttal then pressing play on the recording you just took watching as both Kiyoko and Akaashi look shocked. Kiyoko scurries out the room knowing she’s been caught leaving you with a triumphant smile.

You sit down, gesturing Akaashi to sit next to you. “Akaashi, I’m so sorry for not listening to you earlier I felt so betrayed thinking that you went agaisnt out agreement, but I guess I was just being a self-obsessed bitch” you say with you now looking down in shame.

“Y/N” he says with you still not meeting his eye “Y/N look at me” he lifted your chin up so you met his eye “It’s fine, It’s completely fine you didn’t know of course you didn’t know, how would you know of sex tape I unknowingly did back when I was 16!” he exclaims “Its fine, we’re good” he pulls you into a hug and kisses you on the forehead.

After you both calm down, Akaashi explains how Kiyoko started to blackmail him and how the agency loved the idea of them two being together (not the blackmailing) as it created a jealousy storyline between you and her and how every time they met she kept proposing ridiculous demands.

“Also, how did you know I ended doing the shoot?” he asks

“Oh a little bird told me” you tease  

“You mean a 6ft2 bird with blonde hair and a shit personality.” he retorts making you laugh  

“Heyy don’t be so mean, if it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t of came to save the day.”

“True, I’d give him that.”

Eventually, you and Akaashi go to your agency and present all your evidence and claims that Kiyoko was blackmailing Akaashi. Although they were upset, that Akaashi did partake in a sex tape they knew that they’d be an even bigger scandal if you presented your news that Japans sweetheart Kiyoko Shimuzu was blackmailing Akaashi Keiji. So the agency thought it was in everyones best interest if they got Kiyoko to sign an NDA saying that she will never bring forth or share the Sex Tape to anyone and she’ll agree to be dropped from the agency.

Your life was great now, with Kiyoko off your back and Akaashi being back to his usual self you couldn’t wish for anything more. You ended up doing the shoot persuading the design brand person (whatever the name for it is) to agree to let you do the shoot together instead of with other people. Both brands let you, because who wouldn’t want Akaashi Keiji and L/N Y/N to do a shoot together?

AUTHORS NOTE: this is the longest work ive written for a single character and i am TIRED lol..I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed my other works so I hope you enjoy this one.. to be honest I think with my works I start off strong and end shitly :// However I wanted to do something different today by making them models instead of students so I hope you like it. Now im off to read some fanfic so you guys have a good day!! <3 

[bubblegump-1-nk]

Jealous Prick

Ok, so this is my first story but I hope y'all like it. I don't know if it's any good but...

Summary: You're a famous actress who has been cast as Priscilla Presley in the new Elvis movie. You and your co-star Austin have been getting very close and your boyfriend Timothee is a bit jealous - ANGST

"Ok, that's a wrap for tonight. Sorry for keeping you all here so late but we made a lot of progress! Go get some rest tonight." Baz says, finally wrapping up on the days filming.

I look down at my watch, 2:23 AM, it reads. I get up from the chair located behind the camera I've been sitting in for about an hour and I start to walk over to Austin. He's chatting with Baz about his scenes for tomorrow so I stand awkwardly to the side. His eyes flick over to me and without breaking conversation with the director he holds out his left arm. I quickly bring myself next to him and he curls his arm toward himself, bringing me towards his chest and holding me in a side hug.

"So tomorrow we're probably going to film Suspicious Minds and the hospital scenes, so just come prepared for that. But you two should go get some rest it's really late." Baz says, finishing the conversation with Austin.

"Ok, thank you Baz. See you tomorrow." Austin says, then finally looking down at me.

I give Baz a sleepy smile and a small goodnight as he walks away.

"What are you doing here so late? Your scenes ended an hour ago." Austin asks me, finally releasing us from our hug.

"I wanted to wait for you to finish. I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye or anything." I say to my best friend

Austin flashes a big smile. "Well how about we go grab a quick dinner? My treat."

"Yes please, I'm starving." I say, as we start walking over to the parking spots.

We talk about the day of filming until we reach Austin's car. He opens the passenger door for me and waits for me to get in. I can't help but think how sweet it is that he noticed I took an Uber to set today.

"So where to? Your choice mama." He says, entering the drivers seat.

Oh god I love it when he calls me that, "Hm I don't know. I think I'm carving burgers."

"Perfect, I was craving burgers too." He says, making me giggle.

He starts driving with the radio high, the streets empty, and we talk about everything and nothing up until he pulls into a deserted parking lot to a tiny diner.

"Trust me, these are the best burgers you'll ever eat." He says, getting out of the car to open my door for me.

"Thanks Aus, my mouth is watering just thinking about it." I say laughing, which makes Austin chuckle.

----

"Thanks AB, I had fun." I say, calling him by the nickname I gave him early on in our friendship.

"Of course (y/n/n), I love going out with you." He says, stopping the car in front of my apartment building.

"See you tomorrow!" I say, getting out of the car.

"Bye (Y/N). See you tomorrow." He says, waiting for me to get inside safely before driving off.

I get in the elevator, still smiling from the fun night, and press Floor 35 to take me to me and Timothee's shared penthouse apartment. Shit, I think, I should have texted Tim. Whatever, he was probably asleep anyway. The elevator dings, pulling me out of my thoughts, as I walk over to the door. I look through my purse until I find my keys and start to open the door. I step inside and take off my shoes and place my purse down on the bench next to our door. I start to walk over to the kitchen for a glass of water when I nearly jump 30 feet into the air when I see Timothee sitting on the living room couch watching The Office.

"Tim, you scared the shit out of me. What are you doing up so late?" I ask, walking over to him.

Theres a few seconds of silence until he responds. "What are you doing back so late?" His tone is sassy.

I stop at the end of the couch, not knowing what to say. "Well, uh, filming ended late today and then I went to go grab some dinner." I explain.

"Well you could have texted me? I called you 3 times." He says, his voice still holds the same sass.

"Oh, I'm sorry Timmy, I didn't see them." I say, fully sincere.

"Right, cause you were with him." He says, quietly but still loud enough for me to hear.

I'm taken aback, "What?" I say in confusion.

"Oh don't even act stupid. I know you were with Austin." He says, saying Austin in a disgusted tone.

"I know I was with Austin. But how is that a problem?" I say, not understanding the situation.

"You're always with him (Y/N)!" He says standing up abruptly. "Its always about him! Austin this, Austin that, Austin everything you can't even send me a fucking text telling me where you are!"H is voice rises to an almost yell.

I'm completely shocked at the situation. "Are you kidding me right now Timothee? What are you going on about?"

"Don't start with that. All you do is be with him, I barley see you anymore."

"Tim, that's because of filming, not because of him. You know that." I say, walking over to him.

He takes a step away from me. "I don't know what I know anymore (Y/N). The way you look at each other. And I've seen you filming, the way you kiss each other.."

"Oh my lord Timothee you are not starting with that. You of all people should know what fucking acting is! It's for a fucking movie! Why are you being so jealous right now? I've never said anything about any of your girl friends, so why is Austin a problem." I say, practically yelling at him.

"Because this is different (Y/N)! I see it in your eyes! He looks at you like your his, but you're not!" He yells back.

"Oh right, that's my bad. I forgot I'm your goddamn property!"

"No, (Y/N), it's not like that! The nicknames you have for each other, how touchy you are with each other, it's not fucking normal!"

"He's my friend! Friend, Timothee! What is wrong with you?"

"You don't understand (Y/N)! At least my girl friends and I understand normal fucking boundaries!" He yells.

I stay silent for a few seconds, taking in the situation.

"You know what? I'm done with this conversation, we can finish it when you grow the fuck up." I leave the living room, leaving Timothee standing there.

I go into Tim and I's shared bedroom and grab a pair of pajamas and I start to walk over to one of the guest rooms we have.

"Wait, (Y/N), please. Please, I'm sorry." He says, stopping me on my way to the room.

"Please move Timothee. I can't do this right now."

He stands there, visibly hurt, but quickly moves out of the way.

I walk into the room, close the door, and immediately break down crying. I stay there, on the ground, for what feels like centuries until I force myself to change and get into the bed. I lay there, crying, thinking about the argument. I hug my pillow closer and fall asleep to the sound of my own sobs. I hear the turning of a door knob and a quiet shuffling into the room. Suddenly I feel a warm body and a fluffy head of curls wrap me into a hug.

"I'm so, so sorry (Y/N). I don't know what I was thinking. I'm sorry." Timmy says, his voice sore from crying.

I pull myself closer to him, hugging him tighter. "You have nothing to be sorry for baby. This is my fault, I am so sorry." I say kissing the top of his head.

"It's not your fault angel. I'm sorry for being a jealous prick." He says burying his head further into my chest.

"You're not a jealous prick Tim," I say with a light giggle. "I love you. And I love Austin, just in a different way ok? Remember that."

"I will baby, I will." He says, kissing me sweetly.

And that's how we fall asleep, wrapped in each others arms, with nothing but each other on our minds.

[unalivejournal]

u mentioned only reading kripke era fic do you have a reclist 👀👀👀and if not could you link some of ur faves cuz the stuff that gets circulated the most right now is all like late late seasons fic and kripke era is my favorite too but im having trouble finding that many fics for it or even seasons 6-10 era which im fine with also. its just that like. the last five seasons were so bad that it makes fic generally worse too because people have to jump off of just Thee stupidest plot choices no matter how good their prose skills might be. but anyway yea if u have recs that would be awesome :)

hi anon i was thinking abt making a reclist and u just gave me the perfect excuse thank u

jess adamilligan’s kripke era fic recs

from making this ive learned that i never bookmark ANYTHING. sorry all of these r like….. 10k and under. i DO read longer fic but i don’t have any kripke era longfics bookmarked & tbh i prefer short oneshots

season one gen

disclaimer because it’s unfortunately needed: NONE of these are w*ncest! they’re all completely tagged as gen and i did not read them with the intent of consuming ship content.

Coaster Park by fogsrollingin, 10.4k, G, gen

Coaster Park had been experiencing an unusually high frequency of technical difficulties. Dean wouldn't have pulled a shift treating nauseated, heat-stroked, or dehydrated park-goers for that if he could've helped it, but when 'technical difficulties' were accompanied by rumors of things moving and stopping on their own in front of the operators' eyes, Dean had to throw down.

No historical tragedies or disasters in the area, ectoplasm, or EMF. Dean's only lead was a battered-looking kid that'd been coming to the park every day since it'd all started.

really interesting au fic! slightly ‘it’s a terrible life’. dean winchester is a hunter/EMT and sam wesson is a college kid destined to die on a roller coaster ride.

two basic motivating forces by sahwen, 7.8k, T, gen

He can’t cry, it’s not allowed; even as a child he was hushed into silence, whether his tears were from a long car ride or a late night or a raging fever. It’s never been an option, it’s never been an available outlet, and it’s not about to start being one just because he’s having an emotional breakdown on the bathroom floor.

Sam isn't only afraid of clowns.

BIG emetophobia tw (both for graphic depictions of nausea/vomiting and for the fact that this fic is about sam suffering from emetophobia) for this one but it’s my favorite sickfic. portrays anxiety over getting sick really well and is a fascinating examination of the different ways that sam’s fear of loss of control can manifest itself. also has lovely brothers content <3

Let’s Start at the Very Beginning (Remix of Just as Easy as 123) by nwspaprtaxis, 4k, T, gen

Dean’s functionally illiterate and Sam’s determined to remedy it...

PLEASE READ THIS ONE god it’s so sweet. dean never learned how to read properly due to his nomadic childhood and sam teaches him how.

dean/cas

Broadway Musical by Griftings, 9k, M, m/m

This is the day that marked the Holy and Blessed Union of Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle.

The merging of prominent bloodlines is always a grand occurrence, but breeding pedigree hunter families like Winchester and Harvelle is something to be rejoiced. It is also something to be meticulously planned, which thankfully the Host is very good at.

Or, the romantic comedy where Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle are destined to get married, Castiel is given the task of playing matchmaker and fails terribly, the entire Heavenly Host becomes a sitcom audience, God warns against male pregnancy, and Jimmy Novak is incredibly unimpressed with angels in general.

somewhat of a fandom classic and the humor holds up wonderfully. a very silly fic completed with commentary from angel radio throughout the entire thing.

Sappiest Season by dollsome, 2.7k, G, m/m

In which Dean and Cas have to stop an evil Christmas tree (like you do), and it requires a little fake couple action.

hilarious little s5ish fic. one of the first i read when getting back into spn. i don’t want to spoil anything but this is my favorite pick me up and i still giggle randomly whenever i think about it

The (Mostly Accidental) Courtship of Dean Winchester by tuesday

Angelic marriage rites were never intended to go quite like this.

another fandom classic. ik this one is recced a lot but how could i NOT include it. dean and cas get married (mostly by accident) and they’re huge cunts about it

the one thing in the galaxy god didn't have his eyes on by prufrock, 2.4k, T, gen + m/m

“Wait,” Dean says. “Let me get this right. You can fly, right—you can teleport—but you can’t drive a car?”

or, after the events of S5E03 "Free to Be You and Me," Dean teaches Cas to drive. Cas finds it stressful

im always a sucker for a good ftbyam fic. also i can’t drive so. resonation

So Says The Sword by komodobits, 85k, E, m/m

The briefing was simple: ‘Stand guard over the Michael Sword until the battle is ready to commence. Await further instructions.’

Castiel doesn’t mind working security duty; he was briefed shortly after the initial salvation of the Sword from the pit, and again before taking up his position. He knows what to do. However, it’s easy to forget that the green room isn’t real. Time moves differently there, the space ever-changing to make a prison of mountains, cathedrals, salt flats, orchards, and whatever Castiel was led to believe about Heaven’s greatest weapon—Dean Winchester is something entirely unexpected.

NO introduction neede. i think everyone on spntumblr has read this already but still. if you haven’t then i am demanding that you read it NOW. tbh i’m just adding this one so that i have at least one long fic here 😭

the weight by @myaimistrue, 3.5k, T, gen + m/m

“Do you…” Bobby sighs. “Listen, Dean, do you have something you wanna tell me?”

It’s the conversational equivalent of being punched in the stomach.

Or, Dean works through some things with Bobby's help.

WHEN I SAW THE USERNAME I GASPED I HAD NO IDEA THIS WAS U. anyway i Love coming out fics idk why i just do. the world is ending and dean comes out to bobby

canticles by 2street2car, 10.3k, T, m/m

“But you know something? If I couldn’t get you laid, at least I gave you a good first date.”

feat: footsies at a Ruby Tuesday, stargazing, the recreation of an iconic "Dirty Dancing" scene (no, not that one—the other one), and practicing for When You're With A Girl.

another ftbyam fic that skepticalfrog (i believe?) recommended a while back. made me feel at least 28 new emotions

Epilogue by JayneL, 28k, E, m/m

Bobby is here, swearing somewhere above and behind him; and Dean is here, talking about 2014 like it's a foreign country; and Sam is here, and is not Lucifer. Which means-- Bobby is here, swearing somewhere above and behind him; and Dean is here, talking about 2014 like it's a foreign country; and Sam is here, and is not Lucifer. Which means--

Cas is no longer when he was. Lucifer sent him back.

Coda to 'The End'.

2014 cas gets sent back to 2009, feelings ensue etc. i don’t remember all the details of this one bc it’s been a while but it’s really good

bonus

currently reading

Fragile As We Lie by perilously, 11k, E, f/f

Dragging Bela Talbot out of perdition isn't so much a decision as it is a frantic choice based on gut instinct. Her soul is bright, if fractured, and Anna yearns to do good again after the perversion of free will that immediately preceded her death.

Bela's no ordinary human, though; she's prickly and damaged and beautiful, and Anna doesn't want to leave her side. So maybe they can figure out how to navigate post-resurrection, post-Apocalypse-that-wasn't Earth together.