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cordeliawhohung · 3 days

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take this pornstar!gaz idea. it sounded better in my head, but oh well.

cw: alcohol, mostly fluff, a little angst, two idiots in love.

Kyle’s never seen you in public before.

Really, he hasn’t seen you anywhere that wasn’t either in your dressing room, or in the studio, so it feels like a dream when he catches you in the corner of his eye. Glitter captures the dim glow of the streetlamp like starlight on your eyelids as you giggle and sway on your feet. He’s never seen you dressed up, either; at least, not of your own accord instead of some stylists choosing. You’re absolutely radiant as you try to fight off the two girls on either side of you, both of who huff and puff at you as they try to drag you towards a running car parked just off the pavement.

“You’re fucking pissed,” one of them says. “No damn way you’re taking the bus home.”

Your response to her is muffled behind a whine and then another giggle as you paw at your eyes. Glitter stains your fingertips like dried blood, and you quickly wipe it off on the front of your shirt, spreading it along your body like a curse.

The night air grows heavy as Kyle adjusts the strap of his bag on his shoulder. Sweat still clings to his skin from a late night workout, but he ignores it as he allows his attention to wander. There’s a dewy glow to your skin — and not just from the glitter — that snitches to him that you’ve had more than enough to drink that night, as if the stumbling wasn’t enough. Despite your disheveled look, you’re still the most beautiful creature he’s ever laid eyes on.

Except he’s seemed to have kept his eyes on you for a bit too long, because one of the women you’re with glares at him as if he’s human filth. It’s a sharp glare, one that warns him she’s not really one to mess with. It has his teeth digging into his cheek, and his feet stumble under the heat of her gaze.

“The fuck’re you looking at?” she asks, voice dropping low.

Her biting tone has you looking at her with narrowed eyes before your head whips to the side with such force the rest of you nearly follows. Your eyes don’t quite reach his face, and you end up staring at his chest with squinted eyes for a solid few seconds. He’s sure the distance between you two — a good and safe couple of feet — doesn’t help either, but he stops in his tracks the moment you finally find his eyes.

“Kyle!” you coo.

His name sounds like a holy hymn on your tongue, and you slip out of the grasp of your friends in order to throw yourself at him. Catching you is easy. All it takes is his hands on your waist and your palms on his chest to steady you. Sour booze fills his nose, but he doesn’t even flinch at the burn. Your grin captivates him too much for him to do anything but smile.

“Hey, doll,” he greets, his suave aura hiding the fact his heart pounds in his chest so violently it almost hurts. “Havin’ a good night?”

“Well I was,” you groan. Your forehead presses against his chest, and Kyle is suddenly aware of the heat radiating off of his body. However, if you do smell the slight musk clinging to him after hitting the gym, you don’t mention anything. “They’re trying to get me into that stupid fucking uber and I just wanna walk home.”

“You are not walking home,” one of the girls — the one who had glared at him before — interrupts. “And I’m not walking halfway across the city with your drunk ass, either.”

“It’s not a great idea,” he concurs.

That only makes you groan again before leaning your entire body weight on him. You’re throwing a childish fit, yet he can’t help but chuckle as he wraps his arms around you in a light embrace to help keep you from falling face first into the pavement. Settling down, the two girls you’re with stop looking at Kyle as if he’s the devil himself, and more so just have an overall appearance of embarrassment for you.

“I hate it here,” you whine.

“How about this,” Kyle proposes, “you let your friends take the uber home, and I’ll walk you back to your place?”

“You’d do that for me?” you mumble into his chest.

“Anythin’ for you.”

Although you’re on board right away, it takes a little convincing to get your friends comfortable enough to have you walking home with an unfamiliar, sweaty man. They refuse to let you out of their sight until you admit to them that he’s technically your coworker (while also not so tactfully admitting he’s seen you naked and fucked you countless times and that you’d trust him with your life). After you promise to text them the moment you arrive home, your friends give you an awkward farewell before allowing Kyle to whisk you off into the night to lay down for a well deserved nap.

It’s about a block and a half in that Kyle realizes why your friends fought so hard to take an uber. Not only is your flat truly on the other side of the damn city, but keeping you upright on your feet should be a sport. He keeps an arm around your waist for the entire walk just to keep you steady, but it also has the added benefit of warding off any shady eyes. And there are a lot of shady eyes. Enough to be grateful that he was the one who ran into you tonight rather than anyone else.

By the time the two of you reach your apartment, you’ve hardly sobered up. Not that Kyle minds, of course. You’ve obviously had a fun night, and he rather enjoys your aimless rambling. It’s the most he’s heard you talk. Not even your fucked-out babbling on set gets you to talk that much.

“Alright,” Kyle says as you unlock the door, “you gonna be alright for the night?”

You throw him an odd side-eye as the door swings open. “Of course.”

That was supposed to be where he said farewell, and yet you grab his hand and yank him into your apartment like you’re dragging around a dog on a leash. He figures sticking around for a little longer to at least help you into bed might not be a bad idea, certainly not with how inebriated you are, and somehow he ends up in the bathroom with you.

Your legs swing carelessly as you sit on the counter, facing away from the mirror. You’ve roped Kyle into helping you take your makeup off, which so far has consisted of nothing but him holding your chin still and tilting your head as he fruitlessly wipes at the glitter on your face with a makeup wipe. There’s easier ways to get body glitter off of skin, but you rather enjoy the serious face of concentration that sets deep in his features as he gently scrubs at you.

“You’re cute,” you giggle.

“I’m cute?” he repeats.

You nod, which makes him huff and readjust his grip on your chin. “You’re concentrating so hard.”

“‘Course I am, gotta get this damn superglue off your face.”

Kyle continues to wipe at your face for only a few more minutes before he decides that’s as good as it’s going to get. With his hand in yours, you lead him into your bedroom where the remaining evidence of your preparation for the night litters the foot of your bed in rejected clothing and accessories. You gather them up into a big pile in your arms where you toss it on top of your dresser before raiding the drawers for pajamas to wear.

You don’t warn Kyle before you slip your shirt over your head. For some reason, it catches him off guard. He’s seen you naked countless times before; hell, he’s quite literally ripped clothes off of your body, yet this feels like a breach of privacy. You’re not in your right mind, still in a drunken stupor after a night out with the girls. It feels wrong, like he’s taking advantage of you, and instead of gawking at you like he normally does, he turns away.

It isn’t until you stand there in only your panties that you realize Kyle’s averted his gaze. A smirk pulls at your lips as you forget about changing and trot up to him, forcing his attention back on you. His eyes quickly wander, yet refuse to go any further than past your chest before they flicker back up to your face. Your small smirk quickly turns into a grin.

“What’re you acting shy for, Kyle?” you tease.

“Just givin’ you privacy, doll,” he defends.

“Privacy?” you repeat. A small laugh leaves you as your hands press against his chest, forcing him to stumble backwards towards your bed. “You look nervous.”

When the back of his legs hit the mattress, Kyle has no choice but to fall back. He sits on the edge of the bed with his hands propping his torso up, but you don’t allow him any breathing room before you’re straddling his hips. Perfume and alcohol fills his nose as you make yourself comfortable, and your eyes drink in his expression. You’ve never seen his eyes so dilated before, and you bask in the way they reflect the dim lighting of your bedroom.

“Do I make you nervous, Kyle?” you ask, voice soft and low.

The Adam’s apple in his throat bobs as he swallows, still unable to take his eyes off of you. Warm hands rest on your hips to keep you steady as you lean closer to him, lips ghosting against his earlobe as you continue to tease him.

“Don’t tell me you’re all bark and no bite. You always said you wanted to get me without the cameras, didn’t you? Fuck me properly? Well, now’s your chance.”

God, he wants to. It’s almost as if it’s part of his nature at this point; to please you. Your body has become his bread, the only sustenance he needs to keep himself going. As he stares up at you, he thinks of all the ways he could have you right there in that room that he can’t on set. The things he can say, admit; the sounds he could pull out of you for his ears and his ears only. He yearns for it so bad he feels it tearing him apart.

But as he notices the glazed look in your eyes, he knows he can’t do it. You can hardly sit in his lip without him holding you steady, lest you fall backwards onto the floor. Images of fucking you when you’re like that, far from sober, flood his mind, and he feels ill.

In order to get control of himself and his wandering mind, he quite literally turns the tables on you. Your vision blurs as you’re suddenly on your back, body resting on the comforter of your bed as Kyle sits back on his haunches between your legs. He taps your thigh before sliding away from you, and much to his surprise, you don’t even pout.

“I’m gettin’ you water, and then you’re going to bed, yeah?” he says, gaining control of the situation.

You stare up at him incredulously, hardly believing a word he says. Still, you agree with him as you shimmy up the bed where you rest your head on your pillows. The way you position your body, with your tits on display and a small smile on your lips, reminds him of the way you pose on set for the cameras. He wonders if you even know what it’s like to be fucked without having to perform anymore.

“Whatever you say, Kyle.”

When Kyle leaves your room, he wipes at his face with both of his hands and does his best to stifle a groan. It’s late, significantly later than he’s used to staying up, and his muscles ache from that evening’s workout. The mental jump rope he’s playing doesn’t help the fatigue in his body either. This is the most emotionally confused he’s been in quite a while, and he’s hoping he can just go home, take a cold shower, and forget about all of it come morning.

It takes him longer than normal to get you a glass of water. Adrenaline courses through his veins like boiling water, and he can hardly hear anything over the thumping of his heart in his ears, so he tries to take a moment to panic by himself in your kitchen. By the time he returns to you, you’re passed out. Eyes fluttered shut, chest lazily rising and falling with your breaths, Kyle finds himself stopping at the foot of your bed in awe.

He’s glad he stopped you.

After placing the glass on your nightstand, he folds your comforter over you as best as he can, covering your bare body. The light fabric moving across your skin stirs you awake, and your eyes flutter open just long enough to grab his hand. His heart stops as you attempt to pull him closer, and he finds himself kneeling next to your bed, utterly lured.

“Are you staying?” you ask, not even bothering to open your eyes.

His thumb brushes over your knuckles as he shakes his head. “Sorry, doll. Not tonight.”

“Oh,” is all you can say.

You fall silent again, and he stays kneeling next to you for a moment as he enjoys the feeling of your hand in his. Once he thinks you’ve fallen asleep again, he presses his lips against the back of your hand before returning it onto the mattress. Your lips curl at the sensation.

“I love you,” you whisper.

Those words have been in the back of your throat ever since the two of you filmed the honeymoon shoot together, and it has Kyle stopping in his tracks. He wants to stay. Everything in him screams at him to. To crawl into bed with you, to wrap you in his arms and comfort you in the morning when your hangover gets the best of you. But he can’t. He can’t even tell if this is what you truly want, or if it’s the alcohol talking.

He swallows.

“Love you too, doll.”

When Kyle turns to leave, he tries not to look back. He knows it’ll destroy him if he does. Instead, he keeps a steady pace as he exits your apartment, leaving you to wake up in the morning with nothing but cold sheets and a migraine.

#gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #pornstar!gaz #f!reader

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tealeavesandtrash · 2 days

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Wolfstar Mirco Fic - @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: Anger Born of Worry - 511 words

The smell of antiseptic hits first. Remus wrinkles his nose at the overpowering scent invading his head and making his stomach churn. Blinking against the blinding white lights, the room swims into focus.

He doesn’t need to look at Sirius to feel his piercing glare burning into him.

“You proud of yourself?”

Remus stares at him in hazy confusion. He tries to say something but his mouth is too dry, throat too tight to get the words out.

Sirius clicks his teeth in annoyance but pours him a glass of water nonetheless. There’s a disconcerting juxtaposition between his gentle touch as he helps Remus sit up enough to drink and his furious expression.

There’s a rotten taste on his mouth - dead flesh from whatever Moony was hunting. The water washes away enough that he doesn’t need to lean over the edge of the bed and hurl.

“‘m fine,” Remus manages to get out.

Sirius lets out a humourless laugh. “You’re fine?” he repeats disbelieving. “That’s how you'd describe this?”

Remus blinks, slowly trying to process and piece together fragmented memories from the full moon. He feels relatively fine, a little fuzzy maybe and his limbs are heavy and numb, but there isn’t any actual pain. He runs over his chest, over a thick layer of bandages. The logical part of his brain knows the pain will come, but he’s too tired to comprehend that at the moment.

Sirius stands abruptly. The loud scrape of the chair goes straight through Remus making him wince. He can feel the anxious energy rolling off Sirius in waves, knows if they were somewhere less public he probably would have shifted into Padfoot by now.

“I found you face down in some fucking puddle in the middle of fuck-all-nowhere,” Sirius rants, pacing as Remus’ brain tries desperately to keep up. “Some good fucking morning that was - finding my boyfriend half drowned in mud and his own blood because he’s too fucking stubborn to ask for help. You're so fucking lucky I could track you, if Padfoot hadn’t caught your scent you-” he cuts off abruptly, breath-hitching as the words catch in his throat.

The silence stretches out as Sirius slumps back into the chair like a puppet with cut strings, all his energy disapparating. “We’re not doing this again,” he says quietly, head hung as he stares at the floor.

“Doing what?” Remus manages, voice rough and raw.

“Any of this,” Sirius says quietly, finally glancing up to meet Remus’ eye. He looks so tired. “Spending the full moon alone, sneaking off not telling anyone where you’re going. It has to end.”

“The missions-“

“I don’t care about the missions,” Sirius cuts in. “I can’t keep waiting around, not knowing if you’re okay or if you’ve torn yourself to shreds - I can’t do it.”

Remus swallows thickly. “What are you saying?”

Sirius runs his hands down his face. “I don’t know,” he says quietly, leaning back to stare at the ceiling. “But this is killing me, Remus. It's not fair. I can’t do it anymore.”

#do they break up???? do they have an emotional heart-to-heart and inadvertently foil voldys plan???? >>:)#remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #marauders #remus x sirius #micro fiction #marauders fanfiction #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar fanfiction #oneshot #complete #maddy writes

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volturiprincess · 2 days

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You're mad at them

Summary: Just headcanons of what your mate does when you are mad at them A/N: I got inspired by this one-shot about another fandom I like and the reader was mad also got inspired by this line "Don't call me darling, you lost the privilege to call me that". This is actually my first headcanon, it was going to be multiple drabbles but I changed my mind the last minute. But enjoy.

The Volturi:

Demetri:

It’s impossible to be mad at him

He's just such a casanova that what can he possible do to make you mad at him

But then also look at him, he’s beautiful and he has that suave voice that gets you weak in the knees

Even with just a touch to your elbow you are on the brink of forgiving him (and he knows that very well)

As a tracker he can track you down right away whenever you are trying to avoid him (so that's useless to even try)

You tried just closing your eyes to avoid looking at him when he tries confronting you but then again with just a touch you are “Fuck it I cant be mad at you Dem”

Or he uses his sweet talk, with just a simple “cariño¨, you are already melting into him and YOU are the one saying sorry to him for being mad at him

When ever you try walking away from him he instantly pulls you back and wraps his arms around you and cuddles you into his chest and in between kisses he is saying sorry and saying how much he loves you and cherishes you

So at the end of the day good luck being mad at him because he knows how make you melt in many different ways 🙃which ends up being muscle memory to him 😘

Felix:

Look for Felix, he does not know what to do honestly, my poor giant usually keeps things calm between you two and hates to see you upset, so if you are mad at him well he will try everything to resolve this

Like how can anyone be mad at him, he's a freaking teddy bear in disguise

At first he gives you space, thinking that might help

Wrong, he needs to be with you, his love language is touch so neglecting you touch hurts him

So he tries with flowers, he knows you love flowers (as cliche as that is your a hopeless romantic, I'm on the same boat though :))

The first time it worked but then the third time it didn't

He knows hes fucked now when he realizes not even flowers can save him from this torture of you being mad at him

Hes not to kin with words (that's Demetri’s department), he will go to him for help but when you are determine to be mad at him words he say goes in one ear and out the other (even is his sweet talk melts your heart)

So when you are in that mindset to stay mad at him, he goes to his last hope that he knows will be very effective

He uses this tactic usually when you are walking around the castle or are laying in bed

He basically pounces on you like a predator does to a prey (seems fit since he is a predator and you are a prey, in this case you are still human)

He pins you against either a wall or bed and leans his face dangerously close to your neck

“Look my little rose, I don't like the idea of you being mad at me and I know you don't like being mad at me either, so let's move on from this or….no sex for a month”

You know he never bluffs, there was one time where you didn't do it for a week and that was pure torture for sure for the both of you

So with that you forgive him and you instantly cuddle with him which he just loves, he is after all a teddy bear in disguise

And touch is his love language

Alec:

My poor love, what can I say about him

A bit like Felix, he does not know what to do honestly

“...Ca-”

“No, don't even try with the cara, Alec, you lost your privilege to call me that”

Oh you are pissed indeed, he is left flabbergasted when you say that and you leave him like this 🧍🏻

Internally he knows hes fucked, what the hell can he do to make it up to you

He can't even sweet talk you because he knows he lost that privilege to call you such names

Sometimes he does romantic gestures toward you, all of your favorite flowers placed in every spot of your shared room (aww isn't he just adorable 🥰)

But when you deny his gestures, he tries to calm himself, it's not like he is mad at you (maybe just a little bit) but he's so lost, he’s not a casanova like Demetri or a secret teddy bear like Felix, for fucks sake hes one of the infamous witch twins that everyone fears (my heart, I cant bare to call them that)

Even if you are pissed at him, he won't leave you alone, he knows that you might need space at some points but he's always vigilant of you

But his patience can run low when this drags to long for his comfort

He knows one of your weaknesses is his face (like just looking at his face calms you, why? It is unclear to him)

And he can tell when you are in this mood you avoid looking at his face, because he knows with just a look you will run back into his cold embrace that you love so much

So he will corner and raise your chin to look at him

And man when you look at his burgundy eyes, you know this behavior has vanished and you just want to be with him again

This cheeky vampire will tease you about how his face alone is your weakness

You threaten him to shut up or you will sit on it

Just that “threat” alone can turn on you right away

So much for being mad at him

Jane:

Don't, just don't

She will not be taking such attitude from you and letting you be mad at her

If you want to be mad at her, its your lost

She can easily avoid you and will do it for days if she needs to (even if she secretly hates doing that, she will not tell you for obvious reasons)

When she does “disappear” you are regretting all of your life choices at that moment, “Why the heck am I doing this again? Oh right, I'm mad at her. Why was I mad again?”

It's impossible to find her, you even go to Alec but he just responds “She told me not to tell you, you did this to yourself”

No amount of prying your mates brother will get him to reveal her location

At that point you give up

Jane on the other hand shes pacing in the throne room when she knows you are not close contemplating what to do to make it up to you

Even if she has made it clear she doesn't like this attitude from you, it hurts her seeing you mad at her

She wishes times like this does not exist but they do and like her twin she's lost

She knows no matter what she does for you, you would never expect her to do it so that's her advantage

And as uncomfortable it is for her to be romantic toward you, she will for your sake

Expect flowers, your favorite treat, and books when you wake up in the mornings or when you take your naps

It makes your heart flutter at the sight and you want her next to you right away

When you are at the point of giving up on being mad at her, she is there right away and you are the one saying sorry to her

She will hush you and say “Don't be sorry tesoro, its my fault”

It does take her a while to admit to her faults but she will do anything to be able to be with you once again

Caius

Oh honey, you are playing with fire here

If your mad, hes mad

But with him instead of avoiding you or giving you space, he wants to get to the bottom of this and resolve it

Even if it just fuels the fire more, he will not tolerate you being mad at him

He loves you and hates when there is conflict between you guys

He might say some things that are a bit to straight forward but you know he is like this

He of course will either be pacing in front of you while resolving this or have you on his lap comforting you and hearing your case

He would stroke your hair as you are saying why you are upset with him and nod along

When your mad beyond words to describe it, he will try to keep his anger at bay even if you are making allegations that are “offending him” (he knows you are right but why admit that to you)

But then again it is hard to stay mad at him for long, as said before when there is conflict he will absolutely refuse to dance around this or give you space, he will resolve this in a an hour depending on the issue

He loves you too much to have you mad at him, no matter what others say about him, you are his everything, his reason for being

When you are in that situation when you are both shouting at each other (that is when he finally snaps and can't take your suppose allegations anymore), he surprisingly is the one to calm down first, he doesn't like the idea of seeing you yelling at him

He will be the one to calm you down from your sudden eruption of anger because well only he can the only one to be the angry one, it's in his nature after all as the Ruthless Volturi King 😁

#the volturi #demetri volturi #felix volturi #alec volturi #jane volturi #caius volturi #the volturi guard #volturi kings #twilight renaissance

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emilybahu · 7 hours

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Just a culmination of thoughts I had and moments I liked during 7x06:

This ended up being MUCH longer than an expected, I just kept adding things to it! So you totally don’t need read the whole thing just skim through if you want…

1. Maddie about a minute away from a panic attack, but still looking stunning✨

2. Hen looks like she’s gonna go all angry mom mode on Buck and Eddie, who are looking ROUGH… she gives them a look that should put the fear of god into anyone!

3. You know, I just wanted them to have one major milestone that didn’t involve one or both of them being in danger, but NOOOO! We don’t even know where Chimney is and Buck and Eddie are a complete hit mess! Evan “✨it’s complicated✨” Buckley.

4. Oh my god I love Buck and Eddie and their shared brain cell so much! Their bickering is hilarious! Buck slapping Eddie’s hand away from the sliders and later Eddie saying, “reach for them and you’ll be pulling back a bloody stump!” 🤣🤣🤣

5. RAVI WHAT ARE YOU DOING, DO YOU WANT TO DIE!? 🤣

6. “Wholesome 80s themed karaoke” and Eddie proposing that he and Buck go as Crockett and Tubbs.

7. I kinda figured Chimney wouldn’t show seeing as HE DIDN’T WANT A PARTY. Then everyone leaves and it’s JUST Buck and Eddie, because of course!

8. And back to Buck and Tommy again… Tommy has to go and put out a LITERAL fire and we get a second Buck/Tommy hug in the span of like 3 minutes! I’m getting FED they are so cute and soft, and Tommy really doesn’t want to leave but has no choice… the soft hug and “be safe” I’m sorry my heart is melting! 🫠❤️

9. Buck and Eddie are just having A TIME with all these random people, and of course being the touch starved boys they are, you get a little (a lot) of alcohol in em they obviously need to have physical contact at all times! 🤣

10. Drunk Buck being like “we don’t have a key🥺” and Drunk Eddie “you don’t need a key,” (hand on shoulder, thumb on pulse point) “we’re fire fighters👨‍🚒😈” continues to kick in the door!

11. CHAOS ENTERS THE BUILDING, I couldn’t stop laughing! Honestly I didn’t realize Buck and Eddie could party this hard! Buck wakes up on the floor, Eddie’s in the bath tub (a shirt? What’s that? Never heard of it) and Chimney is FUCKING NO WHERE TO BE FOUND! 😬

12. Cut to Maddie desperately trying to get ahold of Chimney and track him down, but he’s somewhere in his car dazed, confused and clearly UNWELL! And his car gets freaking stolen!

13. The dinner celebrating Kevin’s life 🥲

14. Gosh dang it, everyone in the room together worried about Chimney, god my heart! I hope they find him soon!

15. Maddie showing up at the dispatch center in her wedding dress! The woman means business! SHE GONNA FIND HER MAN!

16. Doug, DOUG!? What are you doing torturing Chimney in his subconscious!? No one wants you here!

17. Seeing Maddie’s reaction to Chimney in this state is heartbreaking! She just wants to make sure he’s ok, but he’s clearly not!😢

18. Bruh, we keep getting jump scared by Doug, I’m so DONE with that guy!

19. Time jump to two weeks earlier… “telling Buck ‘no’ is like telling a dog not to jump your leg” just more proof that Buck is a man with the soul of a golden retriever puppy…🤣

20. Bobby saying “well evidently our two love birds over there were enjoying some sexy time, when they heard some weeping” had me wheezing! 😂

21. When they figured out what was wrong with Chimney I got so scared, even though I knew he’d likely be fine. Never know what might happen though…

22. When Chimney’s paramedic skills kicked back in it gave me hope, then he saw Doug again… and still didn’t remember that he’s actually a paramedic.

23. He knows he needs to be somewhere and he hears Buck calling for him, Chimney knows they’re looking for him, then freaking Doug makes him almost give up fighting! 🥲

24. NO DOUG🙄 MADDIE DIDN’T FUCKING LIKE BEING ABUSED!

25. KEVIN🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 Kevin telling Chimney he NEEDS to get up and get help!

26. Maddie in the hospital with Chimney, thinking he doesn’t remember her then him saying “I’m sorry I missed our wedding” GOD MY HEART!

27. Jee running in yelling “daddy!” 🥹

28. “We always get back to each other somehow” please! My heart can’t handle this! They’re meant to be!!🥹😭

29. “I know Kevin is smiling right now” “yeah he is” I can’t breathe! I’m shocked I didn’t cry!

30. Just the whole ceremony, Bobby officiating! Everyone so happy for them together after this day they’ve had! I’m just gonna melt into a puddle of pure emotion! 🥹🥺

31. I love them. I love them! I LOVE THEM!!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

32. Buck looking down at his phone to see that Tommy told him he’s there 🤭🤭

33. I made a whole post about this kiss, ahhhhhh!! (My reaction remains the same every time I watch it, I lose control of my limbs, my voice gets all high and squeaky, and I lose the ability to form actual words) The damn 10 second scene still has me SHOOK! 😆🫨

34. Buck pulling Tommy into the room, Tommy apologizing for missing the ceremony and Chimney looking up at him and over to Buck and saying “Thanks tommy, looks like you were… busy” (I didn’t even think about how long Buck was gone before, but since they had time to cut and serve cake to everyone Buck had to be just in another world with Tommy for at least 20 minutes…)

35. Hen’s face when she realizes that Buck and Tommy totally were just making out! And Eddie being the supportive king of a bff that the is!

36. The Buckley parents faces… I’ll be ready to throw hands in a second if they say something homophobic later on!

37. Hen saying “well it’s about damn time” to Karen!! Ahhhhhh! Girlllll!!! Are telling me you could see Buck’s raging bisexuality THE WHOLE TIME!? 😆😆😆😆 She so CLOCKED HIM!

38. Chimney feels right at home anywhere if he and Maddie are together!! ❤️🫠🥹

39. Not them mentioning the cruise ship!! Too soon, too soon! 🫠 But I also laughed!😂

40. “So, were Buck and Tommy a thing before my amnesia?” “Um yeah, actually they were.” (Still trying to figure out how much time there was between the coffee date and the wedding… I have no clue. [Please can someone tell me!?])

41. “Why do they call me Chimney?” And cut to black…. Really, REALLY!? That was cruel, so rude. They’re never gonna tell us why they call him Chimney are they?

And that’s the end!

#911 abc #9-1-1 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #tommy kinard #maddie buckley #chimney han #hen wilson #madney wedding #911 7x06 #911 spoilers #just my thoughts

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my boy only breaks his favourite toys — lewis hamilton x nico rosberg (full work)

chapter 4 - unforgettable

cw: mentions of mental disorders, dirty talk, smut

summary: when lewis and nico ended they relationship and when some years later realize it never actually ended

note: finally a less angsty chapter lol. I will probably keep this going but I won’t update as often. I have other contents upcoming from the requests tho

Nico came to his house some days later to give him his hat back. They had sex. That was the last time and they knew it.

Some months later they fought again over a race. In his driver’s room Nico even took him from the Mercedes overalls and angrily pushed him against the wall. They ended up kissing, but this time it was Lewis who put an end to it. “No, not this time. No more mind games, Nico. It’s over.” And he left.

He was convinced Nico was trying to mess with his head with all that push and pull, that purposely hitting him and then saying sorry, making him forgiving everything, and then again being ruthless on the race track. That was the last straw.

Lewis was remembering those final words as they were said yesterday, laying on the bed the night after the conversation with Nico. He was so angry. Why telling him all that right now? Now that Nico had a wife and daughters, now that they didn’t talk for years after he left the team, now that he thought he had finally moved on. He began to think he never actually did, because he never dealt with his feelings after the break up. He couldn’t lie to himself, he wished that kiss would’ve last longer. He wished Nico would’ve stayed longer. Now he couldn’t get his pretty face out of his head. That wasn’t news of course, he had often dreamt about him, but now that they kissed in real life, after a period that seemed short and endless at the same time, it was definitely something else. The thought of having him again was tormenting him, preventing him to fall asleep. Not even music could help: every song reminded him of him. That damn german couldn’t really keep himself away from him, couldn’t he?

The day after he felt so tired he couldn’t even do his morning exercises. He felt like shit. Anger turned into pain and longing for a different life. A life were him and Nico were still together, as friends, as teammates, as husbands. He tried to rest in the morning and after lunch he went out for a run anyway. He prayed not meet Nico somewhere along the way and fortunately it didn’t happen. When he came back he was exhausted. He went to the building’s lodge to collect the mail. He noticed a letter that didn’t look familiar at all. Lewis never received letters. The adressee was undoubtedly him, but when he opened it to discover who the sender was, he found Nico Rosberg’s name written on the inside.

“This must be a mistake.” Lewis turned to the doorman. “Maybe I should put it back in Mr and Mrs Rosberg’s mailbox.”

“It’s no mistake, Sir Lewis.” Replied the doorman. “And by the way, they’re not married anymore.”

Lewis was taken aback. “What?” He realized he had sounded too emotional. “I mean… I didn’t know.”

“They divorced some months ago. I thought it was public knowledge.”

Maybe Lewis would have know it if he hadn’t blocked Nico and Nico’s name in every social media platform. Why didn’t Sebastian tell him?

“Right, it probably is. I should open more newspapers.” He gave the doorman a little smile and went up to his apartment with the letter in his hand. That was a big information to handle.

Lewis read the letter sitting on the couch. He straightaway recognized the handwriting.

I’m sorry for yesterday. I think I have some more explanation to do. Meet me in the building spa at 9 if you want. Please don’t be angry.

Lewis knew Nico liked to leave hand written notes. He also knew he liked going to the spa to relieve the stress. Lewis was sick of explanations and sick of playing games. Still he had the feeling he would go anyway.

Nico thought he was imagining it when he saw Lewis in the jacuzzi room. Of course he knew were to find him. That was such an intimate place, it helped him meditate. He usually booked it for an evening and went to relax alone.

He watched him close the stone door. “Hi.” Nico said, trying to shorten the tensed distance hovering in the room. He got no answer.

Lewis approached him in the bathtub and entered the hot water, sitting in the furthest point of the small rounded pool. He was only wearing bermuda swim shorts and Nico couldn’t help but let his eyes wander on his godly physique. He realized that was the first time in years he saw his half naked body that close. He blushed a little when Lewis noticed. “I thought you wouldn’t come.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I thought I scared you away. I’m sorry for–“

“Stop apologizing. I initiated the kiss.”

Nico lowered his gaze. There was a moment of silence until Lewis broke it. “Why didn’t you tell me you divorced?”

Nico didn’t expect the question. “I– I don’t know, I thought you knew.” Didn’t he listen to the news?

“I didn’t.”

“Well,” Nico didn’t know what to say. “Now you know. It was a mutual decision, we thought it was for the girls’ best to stay in good terms.”

“That means I’m the replacement.”

“No, no, that’s not– that’s not like that at all. If anything…” It was the opposite, he wanted to say, but he had the feeling it was unnecessary, Lewis understood.

“We really fucked up our friendship, right?”

Nico nodded. “It was mostly my fault. I became a horrible person. All those mind games I used to get the title… I don’t think I wasn’t mentally okay at the time. That’s not an excuse, anyway.”

“I know, and I forgot you when you needed me because all I was thinking about was winning over you. I didn’t care about anything else. We swore we would have both become World Champions. You know… all these years I had the time to realize we were best friends until I was the one who came first and everyone knew I was the best. But when you proved everybody wrong, I couldn’t take it. And then there was Vivian. And then you left Formula 1. Why did you left our dream? Why did you left me?”

Nico couldn’t look at him in the eyes. “I– you can understand it wasn’t easy. I accomplished what I wanted, and it was so draining. I couldn’t take it anymore, I wasn’t okay. Physically and psychologically. It didn’t help I lost everything had with you. There was no reason for me to stay.”

It was unbelievable: after eight years they were finally talking it out. Eight years. It seemed to be so much time yet Nico was in love just as when they were teens.

Nico took a deep breath. Now they were both grown out of their mistakes, their bad habits and their flaws. At least of most of them.

Lewis made a step closer. “I won’t lie, I thought about you a lot since I saw you in the paddock. I mean, more than usual.”

Nico finally looked at him. The dim lights made Lewis’ dark tatted skin glow in different colors in rotation: purple, green, blue, orange, red. He kept himself from blushing again. “I did too.”

Lewis came even closer, forcing him against the tub wall.

“What are your intentions?” Asked Nico.

Lewis was thinking exactly “hearing again those moans of yours that sound so much like a needy kitten and hearing you say ‘right there’ and ‘yes just like that’ as you used to do”, but those were too many words, so he simply put his hands on Nico’s thighs and made him sit in his lap. Nico’s breath was taken away. There was no distance separating their bodies anymore. That was a big step from interviewing him by standing 20 feet apart.

Nico put one hand on his neck and pulled him in a kiss. A passionate kiss. No more anger, no more regret, no more desperation, just a simple exchanging of everlasting love and desire.

His hands finally travelled eagerly on the Brit’s chest, his thumbs brushing his sensitive nipples. Lewis let out a soft little moan, letting his hands slide on Nico’s hips and pulling him in return.

“I think we should–“ go upstairs, that’s what Nico was trying to say, hardly breathing because of Lewis’ move.

“My place?” Asked Lewis, between one kiss and another. Nico nodded.

They stepped out of the tub and dried each other with a towel, trying to ignore the growing hardness in their pants. They raced to be first to the lift, laughing and bumping into each other, then kissed all the way through Lewis’ apartment. That night they had the best sex of their lives.

Lewis woke up the next morning having the feeling it was way too late. He turned on the phone on the bedside table to look at the clock with eyes still sleepy. 10:12. It was definitely too late. He put the arm back under the sheets when the memories of the night before flooded. Nico. Oh, what a sweet night it was. And hot. He remembered it very hot too. They must have fallen asleep late because he never woke up past 8. He turned around expecting to see Nico but there was no trace of him. He began to worry. There, he got screwed one more time. He had let him play with his feelings again and now he was alone. Lewis was beginning to feel angry again when he heard noises coming from the kitchen. He stood up and walked in the other room. Roscoe, barely awake as well, followed him.

Nico was there, cooking breakfast in boxers and t-shirt. Lewis thought he was dreaming, but then the blond man turned and saw him. “Damn, I wanted it to be a surprise.”

Lewis gazed at him in awe. “I thought–“

“What?” Nico smiled gently. “I could never leave you. Not anymore. You make me happy.”

Lewis couldn’t help but returning the smile.

“Besides, who would leave a seven times World Champion? It would be crazy.”

Lewis got closer and wrapped him in a hug from behind, smelling his scent. Roscoe wagged his tail next to them. “Come back to bed.”

“The breakfast will get cold.”

“Please.”

Nico sighed. “If you’re asking like that.”

#brocedes #lewis hamilton x nico rosberg #lewis hamilton #nico rosberg #f1 #formula 1 #fic #fanfic #smut

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Where do I know you from? 5/?

Hangster crackfic. There are too many Jakes and Bradleys for Jake and Bradley to be dealing with. Or the Universe is just as fed up with them being blind.

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR

PART FIVE

Jake slides his phone out of his pocket and thumbs through to Roosters name, pressing the call button and putting the phone to his ear. He has no clue what he’s going to say, how he’s going to convince Rooster to come to the Hard Deck for a drink…

“Hangman. Hi. Uh…”

“Rooster. Hi.”

“I was just about to call you.”

Jake forces himself to bite back the automatic sharp retort, doesn’t want to fall into that when he’s got over fifteen Roosters surrounding him. His mind throws up an image of fifteen literal roosters, barnyard birds and he lets out a little hysterical laugh.

“Hangman? You okay?”

“Yeah. Well. No? I’m at the Hard Deck and there are… nearly twenty of you here with me.”

“Oh thank fuck. I was trying to figure out how I was going to explain to you that I’ve got around twenty of you in my apartment. It’s starting to get a little cramped.”

“Well I won’t turn up with another twenty people then, but more of you keep arriving every minute or so and a couple of you have been working on some theories and want us to… meet up,” Jake finishes, giving Three, Five and Eight the finger as they all collectively throw their hands up and roll their eyes, because they’ve been saying kiss, even going so far to make kissy-lips at each other. Ten and Fifteen haven’t held back, kissed each other repeatedly and Jake doesn’t even know where to slot that in his world view…

He’s kissed Rooster already, didn’t quite get a punch for his troubles but neither was there encouragement to ever try again. So he hasn’t. He’s stepped back and left space between them, and that space isn’t as antagonistic as it has been, but it’s definitely not anywhere near the level of friendliness (or lecherousness) that some of these other Roosters are exhibiting. Also his imagination doesn’t need any help anyway, it’s plenty active.

“Okay, give me about twenty minutes. Maybe thirty. I’m going to need reinforcements.”

“Wait! What reinforcements?”

It’s too late, Rooster has already hung up on him and he pulls a face at it in annoyance, only to look up and find about ten Roosters all watching him and they all look amused. He makes the same face at them, because they’re all just as annoying. He looks away from them and pulls a face, because he’s pretty sure another three or four Roosters have appeared, and walking in right now is another one, but…

“Oh. That’s different.”

Several of the Roosters look up with him and there is a very female Rooster walking in, but still unmistakably Rooster. In uniform, hair pulled back cleanly, but he’s certain this is a female Rooster and not some long lost twin sister.

“What is going here?”

“Uh. Multiple Universes.”

“And I’m a man in most of them?” she asks, looking incensed and Jake guesses that tracks. He imagines Phoenix having a similar reaction if she was faced with multiple version of herself but male.

“Yeah. Sorry about that,” Jake says, offering up a half-apologetic shrug.

Female-Rooster’s head tilts slightly, assessing, a gesture so similar to Rooster that he finds himself missing it.

“Hangman?”

“Yes?”

“You’re a man here too?”

Jake doesn’t have a mouthful of beer this time, so he doesn’t end up spraying it across the bar, but he looks to Three and Five, wanting backup or consolation, or an explanation. Something. Anything.

“Had to happen eventually,” Rooster Three says, adding another column and Jake looks between him and Female-Rooster.

“How many female versions of me are there?” Jake asks, his brain twisting in on itself, Rooster hadn’t said anything over the phone, and he has no idea, all the Roosters around him are shrugging like they don’t have the answer.

“You do look really good in lingerie,” Rooster Fifteen says, and Jake’s head whips around, all his usual ability to flirt and feel self-assured has fled in the face of everything that is happening right now.

“Ignore him Jake,” Rooster Thirteen says and Jake still bristles at this strange Rooster calling him Jake. Only his Rooster is even maybe allowed to call him that. Maybe.

He ignores them both, Fifteen going back to Ten, with Three and Five acting as the welcoming committee, moving to the door and asking questions as each new Rooster arrives and Jake has lost count now. There are a lot of uniforms, now at least five female Roosters, who have all banded together off to the side. One of the Roosters has a full beard, a few have no scars, one has long hair. He’s surrounded by a sea of them and none are the one that belongs.

“Oh hell…” Javy’s voice says and Jake’s head snaps around to the sound. He’s out of his chair and crossing the room and grasping his friend in a bone crushing hug, glad for his sudden presence. Although now that he looks the entire Dagger Squad seem to be here, along with Maverick and there are now multiple Jake’s all swarming into the Hard Deck and he just steps to the side, not letting go of Javy’s arm for fear of losing himself among all of his other selves.

“What is going on…”

“Having to deal with one Hangman and one Rooster is bad enough, dozens of them? I did not sign up for this!”

“I thought a few in my car was bad enough.”

“Holy shit…”

“This is like a science fiction movie…”

“Crossed with a romantic comedy.”

“Personally, I’m going with horror.”

“Oh. Female Roosters as well! Nice. Halo! Let’s go!”

Rooster, his Rooster, is walking toward the steps, taking his time and talking to two other Jakes, his smile soft with them in a way it never is with Jake and he feels a spike of irritation. Of course it’s just him that Rooster has a problem with.

“Did you have to call them?” Jake asks, meaning the Dgger Squad.

“How would I have gotten them all here?” Rooster asks him, and Jake blows out a breath, because he does raise a very good point.

Then there’s a yell behind them and Jake turns back to see one of the Roosters that arrived later has gone pale and is now hugging Maverick and crying.

What the fuck.

#Hangster #Sereshaw #Top Gun Maverick fanfic #where do I know you from?

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Written in the Stars

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are a believer in fate but after getting your heart broken, you had stopped believing it. Until you met Joe. Suddenly, it got you questioning if fate is real or not.

Author's Note: Part 3! :) Comments and suggestions are always welcome btw! Enjoy!

Wordcount: 3.7K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten - epilogue

“So, how come you live in New York and not in London?” You asked Joe.

It had been several weeks since you officially met Joe and ever since then, he would come by the bookshop whenever Wes also visited Sara. Whenever he wasn’t filming, he would try and get the chance to come by and see you. You also have been busy with work so sometimes, you would come home and see Sara with a smile on her face. You would know then that Joe had come by the bookshop.

“Joe was looking for you today.” She would tell you.

“Oh?” That was all you could manage to reply all the time.

Getting to know Joe better the past several weeks has been great. You learned a lot about each other. You both had so much in common like how you both love Friends, dirty martinis, and visit different restaurants all the time. You both hate fussy eaters, and you both would judge Wes all the time because he was picky when it came to food. Not only that, but Joe was able to make you laugh and feel happy all the time. You couldn't really describe exactly the emotions that you were feeling when you were around him. All you knew was that you felt safe and comfortable with him. You felt like you could be yourself and despite your fears of getting too close with someone again, you felt like he could really understand you.

You both sat at the small table in the lounge area of Sara’s bookshop that Saturday afternoon. Sara had been telling you to come by the bookshop because Joe had been visiting and every time he came by lately, you were too busy working, and Sara knew he wasn’t there for the coffee and the books.

Joe took a sip of his coffee and replied, “Rue wanted to move to New York for her career, and we wanted to be together, so I moved in with her. I just wanted her to be happy.”

You nodded your head in understanding. “And how long ago was that?”

“Two… Three years?” Joe replied. “Wes came a year later because he was given a job opportunity here.”

“You did everything for her.” You murmured.

“Yeah,” Joe looked down at his empty mug. “Quite a bit mental, isn’t it?”

“No, I think that you just really loved her, and you wanted her to be happy.” You gave him a reassuring smile. “Love makes us do crazy things sometimes.”

Joe chuckled softly, nodding his head. He wasn’t quite sure either as to why he kept coming back to the bookshop ever since he had met you. The more he was getting to know you, he could feel this pull towards you. It was like ever since then, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Your smile, the sound of your laughter, and the sound of your voice.

“Hey, mate, are you going to the bookshop?” Joe asked Wes one day.

Wes couldn’t help but pause in his tracks towards Joe’s front door. Wes had stopped by Joe’s apartment to drop off some things he borrowed and right before Wes could leave, Joe had asked him the same question every time he had seen him for the last month or so. Wes couldn’t even keep count anymore.

“You know you don’t need me to go to the bookshop, right? You could literally get a lift and go there by yourself.” Wes teased his best friend.

“I was just wondering.”

Wes laughed, shaking his head at his best friend’s excuse. “So, tell me… What is going on with you two.” Wes crossed his arms on his chest.

“Nothing.” Joe shrugged, but Wes had given him a look. “I don’t know. I mean she’s funny, nice, and—”

“Pretty.” Wes cut him off.

Joe smiled, “Yes, she’s well fit, but that’s not it. I feel like she understands me, you know? I’m not sure if it’s because we both met at the worst night of our life, but I just feel this pull towards her. I can’t really explain it. I… I enjoy talking to her.”

“You like her, mate.” Wes chuckled, squeezing Joe’s shoulder. “Why don’t you do something about it?”

“Because I don’t want to scare her away like what I did with Rue.”

“Listen, Rue cheated on you. She only used you for fame.” Wes patted Joe’s back. “This time, you actually found someone who’s genuine and doesn’t care if you’re famous or not.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Joe shrugged.

“C’mon, let’s go see them.”

Joe grinned as he grabbed his coat and followed Wes out the door. The bookshop was quiet for a Saturday afternoon. There were only a couple of people reading and drinking coffee. The moment Wes and Joe entered the shop, Wes’ eyes immediately caught Sara’s. She was rearranging some books on one shelf, and Joe’s eyes immediately caught you. You were on one of the tall wooden ladders, putting new books on the top shelf.

“Hey, Sara, can you hand me the last stack of books?” You called out, but Joe saw how Sara was already distracted with Wes on the other side of the shelf.

Walking towards where you were, Joe grabbed the stack of books that were sitting on the cart and handed them to you. You turned to reach for them and saw Joe grinning up at you.

“Hey!” You smiled, grabbing the books. “Thank you.”

Joe watched you fill the rest of the shelf before he held out his hand to you. Taking his hand, you climbed down the ladder and smiled at him, giving him a hug.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

As if you really didn’t know.

You knew the exact answer as to why Joe was here.

“I just wanted to hang out.” Joe shrugged.

“What’s a man gotta do around here to get some coffee?” Your conversation was interrupted by a familiar voice.

You closed your eyes for a moment and smiled before turning around to see an old Chinese man sitting at one of the comfortable chairs with a book in his hand, and an empty mug that was sitting on the small table next to him.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Cheng. I’ll be right with you.” You said.

Mr. Cheng was a regular customer for two years already. He would come in to drink coffee, and read, and he was always teasing you and Sara. He told you and Sara one day that you both reminded him of his two daughters that were currently living in Chicago. He has always been really nice, and he tends to tell both of you many stories from his adventures before.

As you made your way to get him some coffee, you saw Joe was already walking towards you with the pot of coffee in his hand. He poured the coffee on Mr. Cheng’s empty mug and handed him some cream and sugar. You couldn’t help but smile and watch Joe for a moment, interacting with the old man.

He was really kind.

Then, your eyes lingered towards the book that Mr. Cheng was reading.

“A book about fate, Mr. Cheng?” You asked, nodding towards the book he was holding. “Do you believe in that?”

Mr. Cheng finished sipping his coffee and said, “Do I believe in it? It happened to me.”

Just in time, Sara was passing by when she heard the conversation and said, “Oh, you got to tell her about that. She believes in fate.”

You snapped your head at Sara, looking at her with wide eyes. “I don’t anymore.”

Joe furrowed his brows, watching you and Sara argue. “Why not?” He asked.

You turned to face Joe and opened your mouth, but you didn’t even have words to explain. How could you explain to Joe that your ex used that reason just so he could get with you? How could you look at him and not feel stupid over that?

“The red string of fate.” Mr. Cheng interrupted the three of you.

Sara smiled at you and walked away. Mr. Cheng pointed at the sofa that was across from him. “Come, sit.” He told you.

You sat on the sofa, while Joe leaned against the bookshelf and stood behind you with his arms crossed on his chest. You were a bit interested as to what Mr. Cheng was going to tell you both, and Joe was feeling the same. He didn’t even believe in fate, but he wanted to listen and see. Maybe his mind would change.

“The red string of fate is this invisible string connected between two people who are destined to meet. The string may stretch, it might tangle, but it will never break. It said that this string is attached to our pinkies” Mr. Cheng explained.

“And this happened to you?” You asked.

You watched Mr. Cheng nodded his head and leaned forward to slip his wallet out of his back pocket. He opened it and slid out a small photo from one of the pockets.

“This is a picture of my wife.” Mr. Cheng explained, handing you the photo.

A young girl was standing in the middle of a garden park, posing next to the beautiful flowers. The picture was in black and white, but you were sure that the flowers were colorful by just looking at it. The young girl had a big smile on her face, and everything in the photo just looked beautiful.

“She’s only 19 there.” Mr. Cheng smiled, remembering his wife. “Do you see this boy?” He pointed at the boy that was passing by behind her. “That’s me. She was on vacation with her family in Hong Kong at that time, and I was out with my family, spending some time together.”

You immediately gazed up at Mr. Cheng with wide eyes. You were stunned. You looked over your shoulder and saw Joe had leaned forward towards you. He was also looking at the picture that you were holding and his lips curved into a smile as soon as he looked at you. You felt your stomach turn as you turned your attention back to Mr. Cheng. He took out another photo from his wallet and handed it to you.

“This one was taken two days later at a restaurant.”

You stared at the picture. It was a picture of Mr. Cheng smiling and looking at his mother, who was blowing out her candles on her cake. Then, your eyes lingered in the background. The young girl was there again. You could only see her side view, and she was sitting a few tables away, but you knew it was Mr. Cheng’s wife.

“That’s… That’s her.” You pointed at the young girl and watched Mr. Cheng smiled and nodded his head.

“It was my mom’s birthday. We were celebrating it and somehow, her and her family were in the same restaurant as us.”

“How… How did you guys meet then?”

You felt something in your stomach that you couldn’t explain, and you were kind of nervous about the answer to your question. Mr. Cheng slid out another photo from his wallet, and he handed you a photo of two men and two women. They had their arms around each other, and they looked so happy. Mr. Cheng and his wife looked a bit more mature in the picture.

“That’s two years later. We met at a college party through our best friends.” Mr. Cheng stated. “Her best friend had dated my best friend, and they introduced us to each other.”

A small gasp came out of your lips, feeling your heart skip a beat. You couldn’t move. You just sat there and stared at the picture of the four of them. Was Joe thinking the same thing as you right now? Or were you being delusional and stupid again?

“I, myself, never believed in fate until my wife showed me this picture of her in Hong Kong, and I found this picture of me in the restaurant. Right there and then, I knew that it was real. That we were meant for each other.”

You had stopped breathing.

Everything was all sounding too familiar, and you knew that it was a similar situation with Joe. You told yourself that you didn’t believe in fate anymore after Carter. After he had used that belief just to be with you. You had since then told everyone that it was not real. The truth was that deep inside of you, you knew you still believed it. Now, after hearing this story, you were questioning every single thing in your life. Every encounter. Every event.

Turning back to finally look at Joe’s expression, he was also a bit stunned. He hid it better than you did, but you could see it in his eyes. Both of you stared at each other for a moment, as if you two were thinking the same thing.

“You two had an encounter, didn’t you?” Mr. Cheng interrupted the both of you.

Looking back at Mr. Cheng, you felt your cheeks flushed as you cleared your throat.

“It was just once… It was just probably a coincidence.” You said.

“Three times, actually.” Joe corrected.

You nodded your head and agreed. “Right, three times.”

“How did you two first meet?” Mr. Cheng asked.

“Um… We met a year ago at a restaurant. He was proposing to his girlfriend, and I thought my boyfriend was going to propose to me.”

“But my girlfriend rejected me, and her boyfriend broke up with her. Then, we ran into each other at the mall the next day.” Joe added.

“And then, we saw each other again just about a month ago.” You looked down at your lap, playing with your fingers.

Mr. Cheng leaned back on his seat and took another sip of his coffee before saying, “You know, sometimes when certain things end, we get angry and upset over it, and we don’t realize that sometimes, it ends because the universe has a better chapter for us to begin.”

You stared at Mr. Cheng for a moment. Everything in your mind was still trying to process everything that you just heard. Everything Mr. Cheng was telling you right now was making you all nervous. Swallowing every feeling that you have, you smiled and got up from the sofa.

“I think you have a little too much coffee, Mr. Cheng.” You chuckled softly.

“Mr. Cheng never has too much coffee.” He replied as he sipped his coffee again.

You grinned, shaking your head. “Well, thank you for telling us your lovely story.”

“It was beautiful.” Joe smiled at the old man.

As you walked away, you tried to organize every thought you had until Mr. Cheng said something else that made you stop in your tracks.

“Sometimes we don’t realize that the right person has been under our noses this whole time.” Mr. Cheng called out as you looked over your shoulder and smiled at him.

You went back to stocking the shelves again. You were stuck in your head. You didn’t even pay attention to your surroundings anymore. You didn’t even realize that Joe had followed behind you.

“That story was romantic, wasn't it?” He said.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you turned to face him and asked, “Do you actually believe in the red string of fate?”

Joe stared at you. He knew his belief that he didn’t believe in fate. He thought people just chose each other, and they just work for the relationship. Joe did that with Rue. He knew he gave everything up for her, but he didn’t realize that he was also losing himself by giving it all. He thought that if he worked hard to make the relationship work, it would work. He never realized until now that sometimes, the more he held onto Rue before, the more he was hurting. He didn’t realize that sometimes, people really weren’t meant to be in someone’s life and that sometimes, people were meant to lose someone so that the universe could open the right door for them. Joe couldn’t help but think how some people didn’t even realize that. He, himself, didn’t either.

Until now.

So, did he believe in fate? Now, he did.

“Yeah, I actually think that it’s real.” Joe replied.

You raised your brow at him. Joe believing in fate? Was he just saying that to make you feel better?

“Don’t lie to me.” You retorted.

“I’m not.” Joe stated. “I’m going to be honest with you, I didn’t believe it at first but after hearing Mr. Cheng’s story? I think that it’s real.”

You didn’t say anything as you went back to your little work and stock books on the bookshelf. You didn’t want to hear anymore of the subject, and Joe could see the frustration in your eyes. As he stood there playing with his fingers nervously, he tried to change the subject. Joe tried to find the right words to ask you the question he had been wanting to ask you, and the real reason why he actually came to the bookshop today.

“So, um…” Joe cleared his throat. “There’s this Halloween event downtown…”

Was Joe trying to ask you out?

You looked over your shoulder and saw him nervously standing there in front of you. Just like you noticed before, he hid it well but for some reason, you could just tell.

“Oh?” You said.

“I was wondering if you’d like to come with me?” Joe asked.

You just thanked your little stars that your back was turned to him because Joe would probably immediately see the excitement in your eyes. You bit your lower lip, holding in your smile before turning around to completely face him with a stern casual look on your face.

“Like as your date?” You asked, crossing your arms on your chest.

Joe could feel his heart skip a beat as soon as you said those words and oh god, why did he suddenly forget the whole English language?

“No, I mean yes! As… As my date.” Joe stuttered, pursing his lips. “I know Sara and Wes are gonna go. So, I was wondering if you’d like to come.”

Joe was cute when he was nervous.

You couldn’t help but smile and nodded your head, “Sure, why not? But you’re picking the costumes.”

You saw how Joe’s eyes sparkled, agreeing with what you said. “Okay, deal.”

You smiled as Joe picked up some books and helped you stock them on the shelves. Both of you didn’t even work for Sara, but you both tend to enjoy helping her around the bookshop. You weren’t sure if it was because of the comfort of the bookshop that it gave you or if it was also because hanging out with Joe made you feel safe and warm. You just couldn’t explain it.

The delicious aroma of the pasta that you cooked that night was filling the whole apartment as you and Sara sat at the dining table and ate. Friends played on the TV as the background noise, while silence filled between the two of you.

“Do you believe in the red string of fate?” You finally asked Sara the question that you have been wondering in your mind since your little conversation with Mr. Cheng this afternoon.

Sara gazed up at you, and she smiled as soon as you asked the question. Sara had known for a while now that you would be interested in that story the moment she heard it from Mr. Cheng. Sara always teased you about your belief about fate, but you knew that she always had believed it too.

“I believe in fate, yes.” Sara answered. “Not just for love. I think that we are destined to meet certain people in our life. Just like you and me.”

You smiled at Sara’s little comment. “Who knew a German girl would meet a girl who lives in the US and become best friends?”

“Exactly.” Sara agreed, sipping her glass of water. “I think you and I were also destined to meet, and I think that’s so beautiful because I now couldn’t imagine my life without you.”

You held back the tears that were welling up in your eyes as you reached for Sara’s hand. She truly was the best best friend anyone could ask for. She was right. You and her were connected in some way and were bound to meet even if she came from across the ocean. Fate had brought that two of you together because you two were destined to meet and be in each other’s lives. Ever since then, both of you made each other better every day.

“Me too.” You smiled, squeezing her hand lightly.

“And if you’re thinking about the similar situations that you have been experiencing with Joe, I think you shouldn’t overthink it. I think you should just follow what your heart says. If Joe is truly meant for you, then he is for you. No one else could take that away from you because you two are destined for each other.”

You gasped softly as your jaw dropped on the floor. Sara really knew your mind.

“Who said anything about Joe?” You argued.

“Please! We both know it’s about Joe!” Sara laughed.

You let out a laugh as you took a piece of your sourdough bread and threw it at her as she nudged it with her elbow.

“Hey! Don’t waste my bread! I baked that from scratch!” Sara exclaimed, laughing together with you.

“That’s what you get!” You stuck your tongue out at her, throwing another piece as laughter filled the place.

Though, you agreed with Sara. You kept overthinking it ever since you heard Mr. Cheng’s story. You should just go with the flow because in all honesty, you did like Joe. You weren’t too sure if you were ready to take another risk out there because you knew you were scared that you would get your heart broken again but at the same time, you knew now how you should be treated. You knew you wouldn’t let anyone treat you the way Carter did with you.

You weren’t sure either how Joe really feels. You wondered if he was also not ready to be in a relationship again. All you knew was that when you were with him, you felt happy and comfortable. Whatever you two have, you didn’t want to ruin it.

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