#I’m not letting someone i do not know personally ruin my mood because They Did A Bad Thing

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[ennabear]

hi ennabearrrr...im back at it again...poppin in your inbox with a request for more loser!abby fluff if u want! 💙 i need her to be all blushy and squishy and i literally want to just EAT HER WHOLEKELFKTO love your writing soso much, it brightens up my day every time!

ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ HIIII SWEET PLUTOBEAR!!!!! i love having you in my inbox don’t worry 🫶 i’ll build you a comfortable little nest so you can enjoy your stay and come back sometime... HEHE ANYWAYS making fun of this fucking loser again but she’s actually just me in another universe… nsfw at the end but i swear it’s cute!!! 18+

can’t stop thinking specifically about loser!abby falling asleep in front of you for the first time when she comes back from patrol completely wiped out. the trudge back to her room feels like it’s never ending, her whole body is sore and aching but she’d rather pass out in bed than on these concrete stairs. you’re sitting in her bed waiting for her— sheets freshly washed and pillows fluffed— when she clambers through the door. she doesn’t see you at first, yelping and almost falling backward when she realizes there’s another person in her bed.

“abby, it’s me.” you laugh, staring at her panting and hunched over form.

“jesus fuck, never do that again.” she sighs, holding her face in her hands.

you beckon her closer, opening your arms to make room for her. she flops right down on top of you, completely crushing you as her muscles relax. “how was patrol?” you prompt.

“mmmh, it wasn’t great.” she groans. “we almost lost a guy because he got shot in the leg. he was losing so much blood, saying shit like ‘tell my family i love them’ and it kinda freaked me out, you know how i am.”

“he’s gonna be okay though?”

“yeah. at least i think so. i just pray that never happens to me.”

“it won’t.” you assure her. “i love you too much to let it happen. plus, i wanna see what you look like with gray hair and wrinkles.”

she giggles softly into your neck, wrapping an arm around you and settling down. before long, her gentle breath turns into soft snores, and her soft snores turn into her sounding like a fucking chainsaw with a puddle of drool dripping down your neck.

you laugh again at your loser of a girlfriend, letting her exhausted cacophony of snores lull you to sleep like some sort of evil white noise. this was the first time in a while you fell asleep with such a smile on your face.

or… loser!abby oversharing to you while she’s drunk. you’ve never questioned why she was so sentimental about certain things, like how she could remember how and when she got every coin in her collection, but would never let you touch them. as soon as she got some alcohol in her system, she felt like it was impossible to shut up. (although she frequently felt that way, sober or not.)

it didn’t really cross your mind that she’d lost someone so close to her. sure, you’d lost your own family and friends a few times. the world is cruel but we adjust, we learn to grow around the grief, changing into bigger and better versions of ourselves. that’s what abby was good at.

she was so sweet, so confident, sometimes even a little bit of a badass although she’s a true dork at heart. so when you hear the story of her fathers passing, the brutality of it absolutely wrecks your heart. the fact that she was in the building when it happened, letting the mysterious murderer escape right under her nose, leaving her with a giant hole in her heart that could never be filled.

“i’m sorry…” she giggles through her waterfall of tears. “we were supposed to have fun tonight and i killed the mood. again.” you frown at your girlfriend, pulling her in for a tight hug and letting her sniffle into your shoulder. yeah, it’s true, she did technically ruin the mood. but how could you be mad at your baby? at least you know her better now, and she’d probably find another way to ruin the mood if not this one.

on a happier note, walking in on loser!abby masturbating... she’s actually had a great day today, and she wants nothing more than to be pleasured by her girlfriend to end it. she just doesn’t know how to ask for it. after giving you a quick parting kiss in the cafeteria, she showered and returned to bed, deciding to finally do something about the ache in between her legs. should she go get you? what if she just rubs one out really quick and then forgets about it? should she wait until you get back?

fuck it, she decides, and she’s instantly shoving two fingers into her weeping hole. the stretch is easy, she’s used to it by now. she whimpers as her fingertips graze her g-spot, reaching up to tug at one of her nipples. “abby?”

“oh, jesus!” she gasps, clamping her hand over her mouth as her cheeks redden. “you have got to stop doing that!”

“having fun?” you tease, watching as her blush spreads from her cheeks to her ears. “yeah… well, no actually.” she sputters. giggling, you climb on top of her and tug your shirt off, then lean forward to place a sweet kiss on her nose bump. “would you like some help?”

as soon as you get her approval, your lips are suckling onto her clit with two of your own fingers pumping in and out of her. she’s breathing incoherent praises like “gah, fuck! oh- it- i’m !!!” as you slide in and out of her, pausing repeatedly to lick up some of the slick that’s dripping down your hand.

once she tips over the edge, you rub her thighs in encouragement, mouth too occupied sucking up all of her cum to praise her verbally. when you pull away, she’s staring up at you with doe eyes. her lips, cheeks, nose— fuck, her whole face— looking more kissable than ever.

“i’m sorry.” she sighs once you have her wrapped up in a warm blanket, guiding her head to rest on your chest.

“for what?”

she ponders this for a second. she’s so used to apologizing for embarrassing herself that she forgot you’ll love her no matter what, even if it’s as awkward as walking in on her with her hands down her pants. “uhh, actually, i dunno anymore.” she smiles. “i love you though.”

you crane your neck down to kiss each of her eyelids as they flutter shut for the night. “i love you too, silly.”

[zarla-s]

I just read your TF2 bot post and I’m fascinated. It has left me with a few questions though. Why/how were bots a problem for so long? What was the main incentive for botting (is it botting or boting??) Was it just to be an asshole? What’s your favorite baked good? Have a lovely day and don’t worry about answering my questions if you’re not in the mood :]

The bots were a problem for so long because Valve just didn't care, sorry to say. They just let it happen. I'm not sure when they started coming in in force, maybe after the Jungle Inferno update like six years ago? But they just kept pouring in and Valve just ignored it. It's really shameful how bad they let it get, honestly. They just kept putting out community updates like nothing was wrong.

Eventually after a lot of community pressure a year ago (#savetf2) they tweeted saying they were aware of the problem and then nothing happened. Then there was ANOTHER community movement this June (#fixtf2), and THEN at the end of June they ACTUALLY did something, which is why everyone was so shocked and skeptical at the time. Like the bots got so bad, it's hard to get across just how bad it got if you weren't playing at the time. It was bad. To suddenly go from that to totally bot-free was unbelievable. Frankly I'm still shocked they're gone! No one knows why Valve's acting now or how they're doing it (personally, I think they must have been working on these anti-bot measures for a while... maybe even since their initial tweet, but no one knows), but I hope they keep it up. I can finally teach people how to play in peace!

As for why they'd do this, yeah, it's just to be jerks. They just want to make people miserable. They have websites on Neocities you can find under the tf2 tag (I was looking through it for sites to link to my tf2 site) and they state themselves that they just like making people mad. I don't think they actually hate TF2 so much as they love the power rush from destroying something so famous that so many people love. Kind of a power-trip/control thing, with a dose of being desperate for attention. A lot of the more notorious bot hosters had twitters or youtube accounts where they invited people to rage at them uselessly, they loved it. They've also formed communities around botting and trolling people, so they have kind of a social investment in it (although they were quick to turn on each other when they suspected someone was a mole). Some of them sell their bot software or "bot immunity" for money but I think that was just pocket change, I don't think that was a real motivator.

After having free reign for so long, they reacted violently to the community movement in June. They were positive that nothing would happen to them, so they kept doing more and more outrageous things to prove it. They DDoS'd and DMCA'd the site for the petition multiple times, they doxxed and swatted one of the main bot fighters, they impersonated figureheads and posted illegal links to things, like they were really stepping over the line and gloating about it. They were extremely confident and to be fair, who could blame them? Valve's negligence let them get away with it for years. To suddenly have that power taken away from them without warning made them absolutely furious. They're still seething about it right now and plotting ways to get back in, but they haven't found one yet. It's a matter of pride for them at this point I think, that and a childish tantrum about not being able to ruin other people's fun anymore. Them targeting a baby game version of TF2 (TC2) also points to it being a power trip. If they can't ruin TF2 anymore then by god they've got to ruin SOMEthing!

Even now I'm not sure Valve can hold the line and I keep checking TF2 Casual every now and then to look for bots, haha. It's just hard to believe! I greatly enjoy hearing about bot hosters raging about it and suffering though, they deserve nothing less. Die mad about it!!!

In terms of baked goods though I like all kinds, although right now I'm thinking about brownies so I'll say that. |D

[ari-freeworld]

'*•♡Finding Space In Your Heart ♡•*'

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01 - Unexpected offers

Pairing - Biker/Roommate!Bakugou x Fem!Reader

An - After debating whether or not to post this, I decided to just go for it! I’m excited to share my very first published fic with you all. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, let me know what you think! XO

Summary - After Kirishima moves in with his girlfriend, Mina, Bakugou finds himself in need of a new roommate. He’s on the hunt for someone who can tolerate his loud (and expensive) Ducati, his odd hours at the mechanic shop, and who is fairly tidy and able to pay their share of the rent. After having no luck finding the right person, his long-time friends Mina and Kirishima suggest an old friend of Mina's—enter you, a young professional writer looking for a place to live during your partnership with a publishing company.

Notes/warnings - Qurikless AU, aged up characters, drinking and smoking mentioned. Inappropriate language (its bkg duh) Slow build up (eventual smut).

wrds - 1.9k

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"Hello, earth to y/n!" A hand waved over your face, pulling you from your trance.

"Sorry, Mina," you said, stirring your milkshake with your straw.

You were sitting in Mina's local diner, catching up and drinking milkshakes—a monthly ritual you both had kept since your teen years. However, this particular meeting had been long overdue since Mina and her boyfriend, Kirishima, had been busy these last few months with their big move.

"What's bugging you?" Mina asked. Your friendship with her was a strong one, now going on eight years since you met in a softball little league at the age of fifteen. Ever since then, she had been your rock and you hers.

You didn't want to dampen the mood with your issues, especially when you were supposed to be celebrating her move. However, your current situation had you stressed for a couple of weeks now.

You had received astonishing news a few weeks ago: an offer from a publishing company you'd been dreaming of working with for a while. They would love to work with you on your book. It was the perfect opportunity, but life had thrown you a curveball. The company expected you to relocate within the next month, or they would reselect someone who could. All the places you’d looked at were way over your budget, and you didn't want to depend on your parents right after moving out from their place.

You sighed, "I've been having trouble with the new job."

"What!? Did they decide they didn't want you anymore? Those pricks!" Mina slammed her milkshake on the table, shooting a couple of drops of whipped cream onto her lap.

"No, no, it isn't that," you sighed again. "It's just that they want me to move closer to the site, and I'm getting nervous because I can't find a place yet."

"Well, why don't you stay with me and Kiri? We wouldn't mind giving you the spare room for as long as you need." You could tell she was serious. Bless her heart.

"I literally could not do that. After all, you and Kiri have been waiting for the chance to move in together, and I don't want to ruin that for you."

"Why not? It would be fun! Plus, you wouldn’t be a bother."

"I appreciate the offer, Mina, but I don't want to intrude." Maybe you'll just have to make the three-hour drive there and back every day, you thought to yourself.

"Gosh, y/n, you're so stubborn. The offer will stand indefinitely." She's such a good friend; you couldn't possibly burden her and Kiri. More like you won't.

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"Fuck," Bakugou exhaled, wiping the grease and dirt off his hands with his white tank top.

"Hey, Bakugou! Are you closing up soon? It's late," Kiri entered from the semi-closed garage door after helping out their last customer for the day.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm just fucking replacing my bike's stupid-ass engine oil." Kiri could tell something was bothering Bakugou. He'd been trying to get it out of him all day. He hated seeing his friend this way: walking around with tense shoulders, snapping at people. He even drove away a customer this morning with his attitude.

"Dude, what's up with you today?" Kiri asked. "You've been... pissy."

Bakugou glared at Kiri, then sat on the stool by his raised bike. "I can't find a fucking roommate," he quietly admitted.

"Shit, man. I'm sorry about dumping the move on you." Kiri moved to lean on the large tool cabinet. "I could always help you pay for this month to help out."

"Don't be a dumbass." Bakugou ran his hand through his blonde locks, moving the parts stuck to his sweaty forehead from his face. "You're basically moved out; you would just be paying my rent for me."

Kirishima pondered for a moment, trying to think of some way to help his friend. Then suddenly, he remembered what Mina mentioned the other day.

"Wait! This is perfect. I just remembered!" Kiri stood up straight. "Mina's friend, y/n!"

"Who?" Bakugou asked, uninterested.

"You know y/n. I've spoken about her before. She's actually looking for a place but couldn't find any within her budget!"

"A girl?! I can't move in with some random chick!" Bakugou was surprised Kirishima would even suggest that.

"You have to meet her! She would be the perfect roommate for you. She's reserved and, from what Mina's said, a really good person!"

"Yeah, no fucking thanks." Bakugou got up to pack things up and close the shop.

Kirishima, on the other hand, did not care about what Bakugou said and proceeded to text his girlfriend, trying to come up with a plan to get them to meet.

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Later that evening, Kiri and Mina's plan was in full swing. You were getting ready to meet Mina and some of Kiri's friends at a downtown bar. Unbeknownst to you, this was no ordinary hangout—there was a secret agenda at play.

Now here you were, about to enter some random bar, planning to have a stress-free night filled with fun before returning to reality tomorrow.

As you opened the bar door, the smell of cigarettes, greasy food, and alcohol hit your nose. You weren't too big on partying or getting drunk; Mina, on the other hand, was a pure party animal through and through. You often found yourself tagging along on outings like these, so it wasn't going to be a peculiar evening—or so you thought.

"Y/n! Over here!" You saw Mina practically jumping out of her seat, waving to get your attention. Making your way over, you glanced at everyone else seated in the booth. Familiar faces you'd seen at past hangouts.

"Hey, guys!" You stood in front of the table, and seated from left to right were Sero, Denki, Kirishima, and, of course, Mina. It seemed like there was someone missing who had been seated between Denki and Kirishima. Mina's face was dusty with a pink hue; you guessed she had probably had a few drinks before your arrival.

"You're just in time. We just sent Bakugou to get the shots!" she mentioned, looking past you towards the bar.

Bakugou. You felt like you remembered Kirishima mentioning him before.

"Here are your fucking drinks, assholes," you heard a deep, slightly raspy voice speak from behind you.

You turned and immediately faced someone's chest, holding a small tray of filled shot glasses and lime slices. Glancing up, you saw a man standing at a good six feet and three or four inches. His attention was focused on his friends, but he glanced down at you, and your eyes met.

Getting a better look at him, you noticed his very stocky build and his beautiful features. His eyes were a shade of red—not like blood, but the color you see during a sunset. His hair was blond and spiky but looked soft to the touch. You snuck a quick glance at his lips, which were soft and plump.

Bakugou's eyes had been latched onto yours since he faced you. Such a pretty, delicate face, he thought. His eyes ran up and down your body but quickly returned to Kirishima once he realized who you were.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Shitty Hair?" Bakugou's voice was loud but not louder than the music filling the bar. You glanced back at Mina, confused, and she gave you a cheeky smile.

Some hours later, after drinking with your friends, you found yourself sitting right next to Bakugou, practically on his lap due to the overstuffed booth. Mina took the time to explain that he was searching for a roommate and, since you were having trouble, you could move in with him instead of on your own. Hence, the orchestrated meeting.

You noticed his cedarwood smell, almost overwhelming your senses. You picked up on smaller notes of leather and coconut. The silence between you was a little awkward now that you both understood the situation. Your friends were having their own drunken conversations, but Mina was secretly peeping glances at you, hoping you and Bakugou would help each other out.

"I'm sorry Mina put you up to this. I didn't know," you decided to break the silence, speaking without facing him. If you turned, your faces would be inches apart. He side-eyed you, sitting with his body slightly leaned on the cushion of the shared booth. He scoffed.

"S'not your fuckin' fault. They put you up to this," his words sounded harsh, but his delivery was rather soft. From what Mina said about him before, he sounded like an overly aggressive guy.

"So, you're looking for a roommate?"

"Yeah, Shitty Hair decided to move out and in with Pinky," you chuckled at his nicknames for them.

"Yeah, no wonder that area is hard to afford on your own," you sighed, crossing your arms on the table.

"You looking for a place?"

"Kinda? I don't know. I got this job offer, but I don't think I can accept it if I don't find a place I can afford soon." You sounded worried, hoping it wasn't detectable in your voice.

"Hm," he gave a sound of acknowledgment. He watched you stand, his eyes running down your body again, this time much slower, drinking in your curves. He had been watching you all night, more like observing. Yes, he found you pretty, but meeting you was interesting to him. He didn’t know if it was because he hadn't felt a woman’s warmth for a year now and was craving it, or if he just liked the way you laughed with your friends and the way the dim lights made your skin glow.

"I'll be back," you said, the drinking giving you a buzz, and you couldn't stop yourself from overthinking again. Getting up from your seat, you squeezed past Bakugou, Denki, and Sero, heading to the door. You needed air.

Letting the nightly breeze hit your face, you pulled out your phone, thinking about calling your mom to vent your troubles. She and your dad had been away visiting family, letting you have the place to yourself. You couldn't bring yourself to tell them about the job before they left because you knew they would offer to pay for your place instantly, which was the last thing you wanted. So you settled for the cigarette in your purse that Sero had handed you earlier.

Lighting it, you inhaled and exhaled, hating the taste but finding it brought some comfort, like your worries were drifting away with the smoke.

"Disgusting habit," someone spit out. You turned to face them, instantly putting it out.

"Oh, I know. I don't smoke often, but this night called for one," you faced Bakugou, now out of the cramped bar. His figure stood a little taller and more comfortable. He walked up beside you, his scent hitting a little harder as the breeze carried it right to your nose. His clothes were black and casual, but you couldn't help but notice the tightness of his t-shirt.

Man, am I buzzed, you thought to yourself.

The silence now that you were alone was comforting. "If it's beating you up that fucking badly, I wouldn't mind," he said. You snapped your head towards him quickly.

"It would help both of us out," he continued. "You'd be saving me the trouble of finding some asshole roommate."

"Really...?" you searched his eyes for an answer. "You wouldn't mind?"

"How 'bout this: come look at the place with me now," he leaned close, his body looming above you. "And you let me know, princess."

Bakugou thought to himself, maybe he wouldn’t mind having a girl for a roommate. Regardless, he knew he certainly wouldn’t mind having you as one.

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Hope you enjoyed! Planning on releasing more parts soon <3

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[roostersbby69]

0.8 | For old times sake

Summary: Bradley hasn’t gotten any action with his wife. They didn’t have kids, not because of their jobs, but because she just didn’t want to anymore. Bradley had a very high sex drive, and his maid that his wife hired might just give him a memory refresh of how good sex is.

Pairing:Bradley Bradshaw x maid!reader

For old times sake masterlist. Full masterlist.

After this weeks fiasco, Bradley was in desperate need of a break. He needed something to relax him.

So he went to his only solution, The Hard Deck.

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Phoenix was throwing darts with Coyote and Fritz when Bradley walked towards them with a beer in his hand.

“Hey, there’s my favorite girl friend.” She said as she threw a dart towards the target.

Bradley rolled his eyes and hid his smile to himself. Even on his worst days, Phoenix always found a way to cheer him up.

“Nice to see you too.” He muttered and took a swig of his beer.

“Where’s your maid?” Hangman popped up to his side and asked.

“None of your business.”

“Oh, come on, we hit it off the other night.” Hangman raised his arms and dropped them down to his sides.

Bradley was not pleased by this, he shouldn’t be talking about you like that, hell, he shouldn’t even be looking at you.

“Come on, Rooster. throw some darts with me.” Phoenix turned to him and handed him a dart from her hand.

Bradley took it and stood beside her.

“So, how’s the wife?” She asked as she reared back and let go of the dart, sending it straight to the target.

Bradley sighed, he didn’t even want to think about her right now. He didn’t want to ruin his mood, “Not good.”

“How come?” She asked, Phoenix knew very well what went on in their relationship and how he was treated.

“I think shes seeing someone behind my back.”

Phoenix almost choked on air at his statement, “Really?”.

“Yeah, really.” Bradley nodded and threw a dart.

“What makes you think that?”

“I saw her phone, some random number was texting her. And I got Y/n to help me figure out who it is.”

“Wait,” she turned to him, “you got your maid in on this?”

Bradley sighed, yes, it sounded awful, “Yeah, I didn’t mean to. It just happened, she knew how to trace stuff like that.”

Phoenix nodded and grabbed another dart off of the table, “And, how did that go?”

“Shes gotten pretty damn close.”

“Elaborate.” Phoenix said as she and Bradley walked to the target to collect all of the thrown darts.

“She figured out that the number that has been texting Isabelle is a local bank number.” He said as he plucked darts out.

“Damn, she is good.” Phoenix muttered, “So, what are you going to do?”

Bradley sighed, “I don’t know.”

“I like this Y/n girl. What’s she like?”

He looked up as if caught in a daze and let all of the air out of his lungs, “She’s smart, cute, sweet, independent, she uses this detergent on my laundry that every time I smell it I just think about her, its like shes stuck in my brain.” He felt terrible talking about you like this when he’s a married man.

“She sounds great, maybe shes the one for you.”

“Nat.” He warned as he walked back to the table and dropped the darts back into the basket.

“I’m serious, you ever think that you deserve someone who makes you happy? And this girl really sounds like she’s good for you.”

Bradley sat down and placed his head in his hands, “I can’t do this, I can’t be this person.”

“Why not? Just confront Isabelle then take it slow with Y/n.”

“There’s a problem.” Bradley slowly looked up to her nervously.

“Uh oh.” She widened her eyes and braced herself, “What?”

Bradley sheepishly looked down and played with his fingers nervously.

“Shut the fuck up,” she gasped which made him look up at her, “You fucked her? You fucked the maid!”

“Lower your voice,” he hushed her, “No, I haven’t fucked her.” Not yet.

“You kissed her.” She kept playing the guessing game.

“No, I sort of ate her out.” He mumbled as he rubbed his neck and leaned back in his chair.

“No you didn’t.” She smirked and laughed.

“Mhm,” he closed his eyes and held up two fingers, “Twice.”

Nat looked like she was going to faint, her eyes were wide, her eyebrows were raised, her face was red from shock and she looked amused.

“You’re a dead man, Bradshaw.” She tsked and shook her head.

“Yeah, I keep hearing that.”

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Bradley had realized he had been at the hard deck for a long time when he checked his phone and realized it was 4:25.

He hurried into his bronco and hurried home when he caught a glimpse of of a sign that read, JP Morgans citi-bank.

He swerved into the parking lot and drove through each row, trying to find Isabelles car.

He sighed and rested his head on the steering wheel.

Just as he picked it up, a white SUV caught his eye.

He turned to the left and in his side mirror he saw his wife and a random man practically eating each others face against the wall.

Every thought ran through Bradleys head right now, he wanted to drive his precious bronco into them and call it a day. But instead, he drove off and made his way home with one thought on his mind.

You.

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Today you had on some tiny, baby pink shorts with a skin tight, white, tank top on. You hummed as you folded the blankets on the couch and fixed the hideous decorative pillows.

You hated that you let yourself inside their house without them home, but Mr. Bradshaw did tell you that there was a key hidden under the door mat after last times incident.

But here you were, cleaning with the house to yourself.

That was, until Bradley pulled into the driveway and you heard him locking the bronco.

He rushed inside apologizing for being late and took his shoes off.

“That’s ok, I just decided to come in and do my job. I hope thats okay.”

He admired you for a second, in your skimpy outfit, your hair that was pulled up in a clip, your white painted toes, the pink gloss on your lips, it was all too much for him.

He stepped forward until his chest touched yours and he had to look down at you. You peered up at him with doe eyes and batted your eyelashes, “Is something wrong?”

He said nothing as he grabbed our face and leaned down to capture your lips with his. Your lipgloss tasted like strawberries as his tongue darted out and licked your bottom lip, pulling it in between his teeth.

His hand came down to your ass and squeezed the flesh between his fingers.

Your lips smacked against each others as your tongues tangled together and he backed you up to a wall.

You gasped as his cold hands came under your shirt and onto your belly, rubbing it softly.

He dove back down and shoved his tongue into your mouth, causing you to moan and close your eyes.

Your hands came to his hair and tugged to pull him as close as possible to you.

He could feel your hard nipples through your tank top pressing against him which was sent down to his dick as made it twitch.

You had an incredible rack, one that he couldn’t stop staring at every time you walked past him or cleaned the windows.

He gripped your hips and hoisted you up too carry you down the hallway towards his bedroom. Once he made it there he turned you around and pressed you against the door, closing it. He pushed his body against yours and you could feel his dick pressing against your core.

You could already tell he was big by the way it reached from your thigh to the top of your pussy.

It wouldn’t be different, you weren’t a virgin and had been with guys in college and in high school. Not that it was many guys, just two.

You sighed when his lips found your neck and sucked lightly, pulling the skin between his teeth.

Your fingers laced through his hair and you held onto his broad shoulders as he held you without a struggle.

He turned the two of you around to lay you down on the bed softly while he caressed your sides.

Bradley leaned back and realized what was happening, he was kissing another woman while his wife kissed another man.

He remembered she could be home any minute, so that’s a why he locked the door on the way in. He quickly removed your shorts and panties, tossing them to the side out of his way.

Bradley tapped the side of your thigh, “Turn around, sugar.”

You obeyed and turned over, doggy style, and let him put you in the position he wanted you in.

He pushed down between your shoulders to set you face down ass up and spread your legs for him.

Bradley got on his knees until he was face to face with your pussy and licked a long stripe up your pussy, groaning at the taste of you, he took the tip of his tongue and toyed with your entrance.

You moaned and shoved your face into the soft duvet while he shoved his tongue inside you and you felt his nose against your ass.

He let go and grabbed both of your ass cheeks and kneaded them while he licked your pussy and sucked on your clit softly.

Listening to you whine, he sucked harder and pulled on your clit until it released from his lips and returned back to its place inside your pussy lips.

“Fuck!” You groaned as he dove back into you and his nose pushed against your entrance.

He sat back up and smacked your ass, roughly, and rubbed the spot where a red handprint flamed on the globe of your ass.

“Turn over.” He said as he grabbed your hips and roughly spinned you to get on your back.

You bit your lip as you gave him your best innocent looking eyes as he stared down at you with hunger.

His veins pulsed, as did his dick, and he brought his hands down to remove his shirt to reveal his abs and delicious arms.

You brought your foot up to rub his six pack and watched as he grabbed it and brought it up to kiss your ankle and drape it over his shoulder, casually.

“Say my name.” He growled.

“Mr. Bradshaw.” You whined.

“No,” he let do of your leg and leaned down to your ear where he licked your jaw and kissed it before whispering in your ear, “Say my name.”

“Bradley.” You moaned and nuzzled your face into his neck.

He leaned back and undid his belt, “Good girl.”

He placed it to the side and undid his pants and let them drop to the ground, he pulled you up by your arms, gently, and placed your small hands on the front of his boxers.

You looked up at him as you pulled them off of him and blinked as his thick cock sprang out of his boxers and waved in front of your face.

God, he was huge. You wondered why his wife never wanted to sleep with him because shes the luckiest girl on earth. You’d be sleeping with him every second if you could.

His red tip was throbbing in your face and the veins curled around his thick length, small white beads of precum dripped down onto your thighs as he stood in all his glory in front of you.

You stuck your tongue out and kitten licked his tip, collecting the cum on it, and staring into his dark eyes.

“Fuck.” He hissed and gripped your hair as you sucked on his cock softly teasing him.

He shoved you back onto the bed and removed your tank top to reveal a pink sports bra, he grabbed it and pulled it over your head to watch your tits bounce out of it.

“Fuck you’re so hot.” He grabbed one and played with it as he kissed the other. You moaned and held his head there while he sucked on your nipple, pulling it between his teeth until it was peaked.

“Please, Mr. Bradshaw, please fuck me.” You moaned, helplessly.

He smirked and spread your legs open, he grabbed his dick and rubbed it between your pussy lips, collecting your wetness and pushing his tip into you.

He watched as he stretched you out and your walls hugged his dick tightly.

“Holy shit, you’re so damn tight.” He groaned and tried his best not to bust right then, “Fuck.”

You moaned as he slid all the way inside of you until he was balls deep.

You whined and squirmed, trying to get him to fuck the daylights out of you. You had been waiting for this, for him.

His large arms came under your knees as he held them wide open and started to snap his hips into you.

“Fuck!” You almost screamed as the head of his cock rammed into your cervix immediately finding that sweet spot inside of you.

“Shit!” He threw his head back and thrusted into you with all he had. It had been so long since he had sex with anyone, and damn did you show him how much he missed it.

“Fuck!” You flailed your arms out and gripped the sheets tightly between your fingers.

He threw your legs over his shoulders and brought both arms up to your perfect tits and grabbed them like handles as he fucked you.

You could hear the sound of skin slapping together as he snapped his hips forcefully into you.

He fucked the shit out of you, like he had been wanting to.

He pulled out and heard the suctioning noise of your pussy longing for him to fill you up and turned you over doggy style for him.

He placed his cock on your entrance and stopped, “Tell me how much you want me.”

“Please, please, please fuck me! Please, Mr. Bradshaw. You have such a big dick.” You moaned into the bed as the cool air hit your pussy.

He shoved himself deep into you, finding a new angle, and started to thrust into you. He watched as your ass jiggled for him with each thrust and the clapping noise was louder now at this position.

“Fuck.” He groaned and gripped your ass cheeks in each hand, pulling you back onto him.

You moaned with each thrust and leaned back up when it got too much, only for him to shove you back down and slap your ass.

“Nuh huh, I’ve been waiting for this for too damn long.” He said as he kept thrusting into you with so much force you became dizzy.

“God, I’m gonna cum!” You warned him as he kept his brutal pace on your poor pussy.

“Good girl, cum for me.” He encouraged you as he kept hitting that spot inside of you, “Say my name, baby.”

“Fuck Bradley!” You screamed as you felt your stomach tightening and Bradley spilling his load inside of you, filling you to the brim.

You felt your thighs shake as a warm liquid poured out of you as you orgasmed, coating the bed and the two of you.

He slowed his pace and rode you through your high, “Shit.” He hissed as he finished cumming and watched as you whined on the bed.

He gave your ass another small smack as he pulled out and watched his cum leak out of you.

He brought his finger up to collect it and push it back into you and watched as your pussy sucked it all up.

You flopped onto the bed and he flopped down beside you with a content sigh, “That was amazing.”

“Yeah, let’s just hope your wife doesn’t find out.”

“I could care less.” He shrugged and smirked to himself.

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Part 9

Authors note: AHHHH. It happened! They freaky little things. ;)

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[dizscreams]

Could do a tara carpenter x fem reader

Tara keeps unknowingly friend-zoning r. R can’t take it anymore

*she feels her heart breaking every time tara is flirting with chad despite it being playful and them not having feeling for each other. R is being petty toward them and it makes tara wonder why her “friend” is mad about.*

She decide to move on and go on a date with someone *she is tired of trying and failing at giving hints to tara that she likes her* tara notice her on date with a person and gets a weird feeling even though she doesn’t know why she feeling like this since she assume r has feeling for chad

Mindy helps/spells it out to her very oblivious friends that r loves her *which make tara have a “oh s**t” moment* and have Mindy be her wingwoman to get the girl

Idk why I feel like tara has a naive side to her and I just see her not noticing that r has been giving hints and she doesn’t get until Mindy just blurts it out and she just like “oh? Oh. OH!😳”

I wanna ruin our friendship PT. 1 — Tara Carpenter ★

part two here!

PAIRING: Tara Carpenter x Fem!reader

SUMMARY: Tara can’t get a hint fr, reader gets hurt and Tara gets hurt, this fic is long I’m so sorry. BUT ITS FLUFF DONT WORRY And I suggest looking at the request I’m too lazy to rewrite a really summary

A/N: i love this idea sm 🤭

You sat across from Tara while she sat next to Chad. They were flirting again like they always were and you glared at Mindy and Anika from where you sat for giving you the confidence to come tonight.

The whole group had planned a dinner at a nice restaurant, and Danny was paying. The reason you hadn’t wanted to go was because you’ve had this enormous crush on your best friend, Tara, for ages now, but she never seemed to reciprocate your feelings. Her and Chad were always flirting when you guys were hanging out.

You had tried flirting with Tara like your friends told you but Tara just brushed you off! She was always friend zoning you, maybe you should get the hint. They like each other, right? They’ve got to. But then why was Tara always flirting with you when you guys were alone? It didn’t make any sense but you pushed your thoughts away and messed with the food in front of you as you listened to Tara and Chad’s conversation.

“You’re pretty cute, you know that?”

“Yeah? You think so?”

“Mhm”

That mixed with the laugh Tara let out, you wanted to puke. It wasn’t fair. Sometimes you thought Tara liked you but when Chad was there it was a different story, you just didn’t understand it. But you knew it was making you upset. Flirty comment after flirty comment you felt the grip on your fork get stronger.

How could she not know you liked her? You tried “putting yourself out there” like Mindy said, you tried giving her hints but nothing worked.

“Hey y/n, you okay?”

Snapping you out of your thoughts was Tara’s voice and that’s when you felt her hand on yours, trying to soothe you. “Yeah, I’m perfect,” you said giving her a sarcastic smile to which she furrowed her eyebrows at.

“What’s wrong? You don’t normally act like this.”

You scoff and what you wanted to say was, “Yeah sorry I’m not in the best mood when I’m seeing my crush and my best friends brother flirt with each other right in front of me” but you didn’t of course.

So you settled with, “I’m just not hungry, I guess.”

She wasn’t satisfied with that answer though.

“Cmon let’s talk outside.”

Before you could come up with an excuse Tara had made it to your side of the table and grabbed your hand, pulling you outside.

The cool air hit your face and Tara wasted no time in interrogating you. “What’s gotten into you?” She asked sounding concerned. “Nothing has gotten into me, I’m just tired. It’s been a long day,” you lied, “Why don’t you just go back to Chad?”

Tara was even more confused now. Why was one of her best friends upset with her? “Did I do something?” she asked. You shook your head, “No, I’m just gonna go home.”

You walked away, leaving Tara puzzled and a little hurt. She didn’t understand but you didn’t blame her, you didn’t understand yourself either. why were you pushing her away? why wont you just tell her? why are you so frustrated? Your thoughts raced as you walked back to your shared dorm you had with Mindy and Anika that luckily wasn’t too far of a walk and immediately jump on your bed. You begin to cry into your pillow as you thought of Tara and all the times you’ve tried flirting with her.

You two have always been close so physical touch wasn’t uncommon. You’d always hold hands or when you would have a movie night she’d lay on your shoulder and you’d have your arms around her. In high school when you guys had sleepovers you used to cuddle. One time when the group was hanging out for the night you two were alone and you almost kissed her, but Chad walked in.

You always compliment her, calling her cute or gorgeous. Pet names weren’t uncommon either, sometimes she’d greet you like, “y/n my love, you made it!”

The tears kept coming but you sat up and hugged your pillow and weakly attempted to wipe them away. Maybe it was time to move on, she was clearly interested in Chad more than you. It would hurt trying to move on, you feel like you’ve liked her forever, maybe you even loved her. But if the feelings weren’t reciprocated there was no point in trying anymore.

You looked at your phone and answered some texts from Anika before falling asleep.

It’s been a few days since the dinner and you’ve been avoiding Tara. You honestly didn’t really notice until Mindy told you Tara was worried about you. However, you didn’t want to worry about her right now since you were getting ready for a date. You picked a simple outfit, a cute black shirt with some lace on it and jeans that fit you good. This was going to get your mind off of everything.

You had met your date at a cute little restaurant and you were enjoying yourself. The person was kind and funny but you felt off at the same time. They were sweet sure but there was something missing. You knew you wanted Tara to be the one you were one a date with, but you couldn’t help how things turned out. This was supposed to be good for you, so you pushed your true feelings down.

Tara was out with Quinn walking down the streets of New York. Tara always preferred the city when it was dark, the lights were much prettier. “Hey can we go in here real quick? I just wanna grab a coffee then we can head home,” Quinn said pointing to a cutely lit restaurant with roses out front. Tara nodded, “Sure, I’ll get one too.”

They went inside and took in their surroundings, it was quite a pretty place. Tara figured it was new since she hadn’t seen it before. Tara told Quinn her order and headed to a little bar by a window while Quinn went in line. Tara looked at all the couples passing by the window and she started fantasizing about being in a cutesy romantic relationship like that.

She was about to put her headphones on until she heard something, or someone. She heard you, she heard your laugh and she quickly turned around only to have her heart slightly break at the sight. She saw you with someone else, on a date clearly. They were attractive and you looked happy. You looked beautiful too, you always did. She wasn’t sure why it bothered her so much but it did. It hurt, but she couldn’t bring herself to look away.

Quinn managed to get Tara out of her gaze by tapping her on the shoulder, “Tara, you there?”

She quipped her head to the red head, “Huh? Yeah, I’m fine,” she gave a sad smile and Quinn tilted her head unconvinced. “What were you looking at?” Quinn asks, concerned for her friend. “Uh, Y/n’s here. It just caught me off guard you know? Lets go,” Tara jumped out of her seat and walked out the door and Quinn quickly followed her but not before getting a good look at you and your date.

When they got to their apartment Mindy, Anika, Ethan, and Chad were already there along with Sam and Danny. Tara had given them a small wave when she walked in but immediately went to her room and shut the door. “What’s up with her?” Sam was the first to ask. Quinn sighed, “She saw y/n on a date at a cafe we went to. She’s pretty upset about it and I’m not sure why. I thought she liked Chad,” she said shrugging.

Chad had a confused expression and muttered a ‘What? Me?’ And Mindy rolled her eyes, “She doesn’t like Chad! God, nobody around here can catch a hint, I’ll talk to her,” she said and got up from her seat with Anika, while Anika let out a small snicker.

Mindy softly knocked on the door, “T? You in there?” She heard nothing but a muffled ‘Yeah!’ on the other side of the door allowing her to open it. “Quinn told me,” Mindy said sitting down on the mattress while Tara sat up groaning, “I don’t get it. I kinda thought she liked Chad-“

“Chad!” Mindy yelled at the girl, “What do you mean Chad?! What is it with everyone and Chad today?!”

“Well, at dinner the other night she was upset and she said something about me going back to Chad or something,” Tara mumbled.

Now it was Mindy’s turn to groan, “Tara, oh my god! She likes you, you big idiot! She’s like in love with you and she’s been sending all these signals and she’s been calling me nonstop about how you don’t get any of them! You’re always flirting with Chad!” Mindy rambled and Tara’s jaw was on the floor. You liked her? No, you loved her?! Since when? She’s liked you for so long and you thought she liked Chad? She can’t blame you cause she thought you liked Chad.

Tara looked at Mindy wide eyed and processed everything that was just said to her. “Wait y/n thought I liked Chad? I flirt with him as a joke.”

Mindy sighed, “Well tell y/n that. Do you like her back?”

“Of course I do!”

“Then tell her!” Mindy said standing and Tara shot up from her seat on the bed and grabbed her phone. She shooed Mindy out of her room and called you and prayed you’d answer. Lucky for her, you did, cause you missed her more then she knew. “Hello? Y/n? I’m coming to your dorm right now can you meet me there, it’s important.”

IM SORRY IT FEELS SO MEAN NOT ADDING THE CONFESSION BUT THIS SEEMED SO LONG I DIDNT THINK ANYONE WOULD WANT TO READ THAT MUCH 😭😭😭

[badasbebe]

no strings attached

pairing ; bada lee x fem!reader

summary ; a no strings attached situation never lasts long...

content warnings ; smut, explicit language, fingering, eating out, angst (lmk if I forgot one)

word count ; 1.4k

a/n ; look at me feeding y'all lol (btw thank u so much for all the love on my last post <3)

����𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓, 18+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘, 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

Bada and I never kissed- never. We’ve been doing this friends-with-benefits thing for a while now, but no kissing involved. The thing is- kissing is so passionate, and none of us want any strings attached. Well, that’s what I told her, but I wouldn’t mind being in a relationship.

Bada is the type of person who wants to be free to do whatever she wants, which is why we started this no strings attached thing. However, I have to admit that I get so jealous about hearing her talk about the nights she didn’t spend with me, the nights she didn’t touch me, the nights she didn’t fuck me. So much for no strings attached. That’s why I’m kind of happy about this no-kissing thing, because I would’ve fallen in love way sooner if kissing was involved.

‘Hey, are you home?’ I hear Bada yell as the door closes. ‘In my room.’ I yell back. She steps into my room and I sit at my desk on my computer, finishing some assignments. My back faces her as she starts talking about the crazy night she had. As soon as she starts talking about the sex stuff, I interrupt her.

‘Listen Bada, I would love the hear about your sex stories,’ I say with a sarcastic tone, ‘but I have a lot of homework to do. So if you wouldn’t mind stepping out…’ I say. ‘What’s with the mood lately? You’ve been acting so weird.’ She says in a confused tone. I turn around in my chair to face her. ‘Whatever, Bada. Please just leave.’ I say with an exhausted look on my face.

She looks kind of shocked, but leaves my room without a word. I feel kind of bad, but no talking is better than hearing her talk about the people she’s slept with.

That same evening I finally walked out of my room after finishing almost all of my assignments to go watch tv. Bada’s sprawled out on the sofa as I grab a blanket and sit on the opposite side of her. ‘Wanna talk about what happened earlier?’ Bada asks. ‘There’s nothing to talk about.’ I say in a stern tone, facing the tv instead of her. ‘Yes there is, you’ve been so insanely moody recently and it feels like I did something wrong. Why won’t you just tell me?’ she asks desperately. ‘Because then I’ll ruin everything, Bada. Why don’t you just leave it alone when I tell you to!’ I raise my voice as I look at her with an angry expression on my face.

I try to get up and walk to my room until she grabs my wrist in order to stop me, but I just pull my hand away. ‘Y/N, please.’ She begs quietly, I turn away from her and walk to my room with tears in my eyes.

This was stupid, we should’ve never started this. Now i’ll lose my best friend because of this stupid thing. I try to focus on my last assignment as I wipe the tears off my cheeks. I put in my airpods and try to finish my final assignment.

All of a sudden, I feel arms wrap around my shoulders and someone’s nose snuggling in my neck. She scared me for a second, but I relaxed into the embrace of my best friend. This was my best friend hugging me, not my ‘fuck buddy’. I take out my airpods and put them back in the case as she lets me go and turns my chair around. She sits down on the bed in front of me. ‘I don’t know what I did wrong, but I would really like to fix it. I don’t want to fight, it’s not like us to fight. Tell me what’s wrong. I won’t judge.’ She says, and I feel so comfortable.

‘It’s nothing you can fix, Bada. This is something I need to deal with on my own.’ I say, looking down. She grabs my chin and lifts my face up to face her. ‘Tell me what it is you need to deal with.’ She begs. ‘I just- I don’t know why I’ve been feeling this way but,…’ I trail of into my own thoughts. ‘What is it, Y/N?’ she grabs my hand. ‘I’ve been feeling so weird lately. Like when you come into my room and explain where you’ve been all night, I just get so…I don’t know.’ I confess. ‘Jealous?’ Bada finishes my sentence. ‘I guess. I know we said no strings attached. But I wonder if you think about me the same way you think of your one night stands.’ I tear up. ‘I don’t, baby. Truly, I don’t. You are so much more than just a ‘one night stand’, you’re my best friend, Y/N.’ she says as she looks my in my eyes and wipes my tears away. ‘But I don’t want to just be your best friend Bada. I want to be so much more. I want you to be the first thing I wake up to in the morning, and the last thing I see at night. I want to be the only girl you touch, you fuck, you love. I know you’re scared of commitment, but let me show you how-‘ I try to finish my sentence as she presses her lips onto mine.

She kissed me, she really kissed me.

She pulls back and looks hesitant. ‘Don’t think, just kiss me.’ I say, and she does as I say. She kisses me hungrily, her hand gripping the back of my neck, sitting on her knees right in front of me.

Her other hands travels down my shirt to my waist, as she gives it a firm squeeze. She’s nervous, I know she is. I brush her hair behind her ears as she leans into my touch. She pulls away and looks at me with a different look in her eyes. It’s not lust this time- it’s love.

Her hands start to pull at my shirt, signalling me to take it off. I lift my shirt up and she helps me. Her hand lands on my boobs and she quickly moves her cold hands to my back to unclip my bra. I giggle because of her cold hands and she looks at me and smiles. A pure smile.

She takes off my bra and her mouth lands on my tit. She’s circling my nipple with her tongue, it growing hard in her mouth. She sucks a few times, causing me to moan.

Soon after, she pulls my skirt down to my legs, and throws them somewhere in the room. Her hands cup my clothed cunt and she applies pressure to my clit. I moan in frustration. ‘Tell me what you want, baby.’ She says. ‘You, Bada. I want you, please. I want your mouth. Your fingers. Everything.’ I beg. She smirks and takes my panties off. She gives my clit kitten licks as she pumps a finger in and out of me. ‘My pretty little girl. Could’ve had this ages ago if I wasn’t so blind.’ She whispers huskily. ‘Fuck Bada.’ Is all I can manage to say. ‘Fuck you’re so wet. My best girl.’ She says before adding a second finger. ‘Oh fuck Bada, please. God you’re so- fuck- so good.’ I moan loudly. I should probably hand a sorry note to our neighbours tomorrow.

‘You like that baby?’ she says, her pace growing faster. ‘Fuck Bada, I’m gonna cum.’ I say. ‘Let it all out, baby.’ She says and I cum all over her face. My desk chair grows wet as I finish.

Bada gets up shortly after. ‘Bada? Where are you going?’ I ask. ‘To get you a towel sweetheart. Just stay there baby.’ She says. As she arrives with a warm towel, she cleans me up, lifts me up into her arms and sets me down on my bed. She gives me one of her shirts to borrow as she takes her jeans off. She climbs in the bed with me after I ask her to stay the night in my room. She wraps me in her arms and I throw a leg over hers. ‘You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.’ She says as she plants a kiss on the top of my head before we drift into a deep sleep.

[sweethischier]

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨)

one

word count: 3.4k

warnings: unedited, lil angsty, cursing, if you catch anything else let me know

note: here's part two! it's not my favorite, but it's leading up to the next part ◡̈

tags: @haydee5010

Luke’s soft voice called your name as he slowly opened the door, his curly hair and light eyes peeking through, “Are you okay? Alex said you were crying.”

You had managed to mostly calm yourself down by the time he came upstairs, but all you gave him was a thumbs up as you kept your face in the pillows. You knew your face was going to be puffy and eyes bloodshot from all of the tears you shed and you didn’t want to reveal that to anyone just yet. All of the boys had seen you cry plenty of times before, but this time it was different.

“I didn’t know he was bringing someone, I’m really sorry. I would have told you so you were a little more prepared,” He tried as he sat next to you, “I know how you feel about him so I know this probably sucks.”

You jumped up at his insinuation, giving him a muddled glare as you let out a raspy, “What do you mean ‘how you feel about him’?”

His eyes slightly widened at your sudden movements and soft glare, but he was quick to say, “C’mon. We all know you like him. Like like him.”

“No, I don’t,” You denied, roughly shaking your head and rubbing at your stinging eyes, “I don’t like Jack like that. We’re just friends. Or at least I thought we were. Whatever. I’m going downstairs.”

You hated talking about the way you felt about Jack because, deep down, you knew that you had fallen for him, but you weren’t ready to admit that to yourself yet. That would make it real. That would mean starting something you couldn’t come back from. You ignored Luke’s calls for you, and left the room, but of course you come face-to-face with the one person you didn’t want to be alone with. 

“Y/N,” Jack incredulously asked, eyes meeting yours, “Why are you here?”

You hated the way your chest burned with misery as his question tore into your heart. After nothing from him for weeks, that was all he had to say to you and that truly hurt you. More than his silence had.

“Why are you leaving Luke’s room,” He continued, his voice held a mix of emotions laced with one another, but you were too tired to try and piece them together.

“I invited her,” Luke stated, harshly glaring at his brother as he came out of his room. He loved Jack with every fiber of his being, but he was not going to let him treat you like that. You were important to him too, and you had done nothing wrong. Luke couldn’t say the same for Jack.

The silence that hung in the air made you want to crawl into a hole and never come out of it. You hated being the reason there was tension between the two of them more than you hated that Jack hadn’t talked to you. Your eyes stayed focused on the ground as you stood between them, but you felt his burning stare on you. You always did.

“I’m going downstairs so you two can finish whatever this is,” You breathed out, gesturing to the two of them before quickly darting back down to the living room.

The looks all the boys had plastered on their faces told you that tension from upstairs was bleeding down into the living room. A pang of guilt hit your chest, and you couldn’t help but blame yourself for the strained start of vacation. If you had just told Luke and Quinn that you were going to stay home, none of this would have happened. Jack wouldn’t be mad at you and Luke, and his brothers wouldn’t be mad at him.

Falling into the empty seat next to Quinn, you mumbled, “I’m going to text my mom and have her come pick me up tomorrow. I feel like me being here is ruining the mood, so I’ll go home.”

“Absolutely not,” Trevor interrupted before Quinn even had a moment to think, “You’re not ruining anything. Jack’s just in a pissy mood and he’ll get over it. You’re staying.”

The others nodded their heads in firm agreement, and you couldn’t help but tear up again. You didn’t realize how much you had missed being around people who genuinely wanted your presence and didn’t see you out of obligation. Of course you loved your friends back home, but these boys have always made you feel welcome without judgment. They made you feel carefree and shamelessly yourself.

Luke was the first to join everyone else, and he was sporting one vastly annoyed look. He took the seat on the other side of you, whispering something about how he’ll tell you about it later, before he fell into the conversation you all were previously engaged in. There was a certain edge to everyone that you all were doing your best to ignore, and you were grateful for that. You wanted to put the whole Jack situation aside and enjoy your time at the lake.

“You’re about to start teaching, right,” Cole’s question was directed at you, eyes flitting towards the stairs as they creaked.

“I am! I got a job at the high school,” You beamed, welcoming the brief distraction from Jack and Natalie as they found seats of their own.

“You got the job?” Jack spoke up, causing everyone’s gaze to fall on him. He didn’t miss the way his friends were sending him a few subtle glares, but he was too tired from arguing with Luke to really care. He knows he’s going to get an earful from Quinn as soon as he could get him alone, anyways.

“Yeah. I found out a couple of weeks ago,” Your tone was flat, and you wanted to add that he would know that if he had ever bothered to respond to you, but you decided to take the high road. You didn’t want to make his guest uncomfortable.

“You’re a teacher? You look so young,” Natalie proclaimed, her eyes wide as she took you in.

You let out a quiet, and uncomfortable, chuckle, “I’m 21, but I graduated a year early.”

She seemed extremely genuine in her surprise, along with her admiration, and a part of you hated it. It would be easier to not like her if she was a bitch, but she was probably one of the most genuine people you’ll ever meet. She was sweet and she actively listened to what everyone was saying, but you could tell that she still felt slightly out of place with the boys. Jack was only half heartedly paying attention to her, so you did your best to include her in the conversations.

Luckily, the rest of the day went by with only a thin veil of tension whenever you interacted with Jack in any sort of way. The dull pain in your chest was still present, but you tried to busy yourself with any sort of task that arose. You even offered to make dinner for everyone despite hating cooking for that many people. Trevor insisted on helping you, even though he was probably the worst cook ever, and you knew it was only because they didn’t want to leave you alone.

Once everyone had finished their food and the dishes were done, courtesy of Alex and Cole, everyone was worn out and ready to go to bed. Trevor had suggested taking the boat out tomorrow morning, and it was after a round of agreements that a trail of tired bodies finally trudged up the stairs. You followed closely behind Luke, trying to keep your distance from Jack, whose gaze you felt on you nearly all night. The thought of him cornering you alone after everyone had gone to bed made you want to throw up. 

For the first few hours, you stared up at the ceiling that was lit only by the moonlight that slipped through the breaks in the curtain. Your brain was running a mile a minute as you thought about spending the next two weeks with Jack and his new friend, but you knew you couldn’t let it bother you too much. The last thing you wanted was to make things even more awkward for everyone than they already were, and Luke’s sleeping body pressed against your side was a reminder of that.

You woke up the next morning with Luke nearly pushing you off the bed, his arm thrown over your chest and knee digging into your thigh. Gently pushing his limbs off you, you slipped out of the bed and grabbed the bag that had your toothbrush in it. Your feet quietly pad against the floor as you rub the sleep from your eyes and walk into the bathroom. Once you had finished getting ready and had your bathing suit underneath your dress, you went downstairs.

No one else was up yet, so the house was still and eerily quiet, but you were going to take advantage of it while it lasted. It wouldn’t be too long until the boys were awake and they were filling the house with their laughter and yells. You poured yourself a cup of juice before sinking into a seat on the couch, throwing your head back and letting your eyes flutter closed. You’re not sure how long you stayed like that, but an all too familiar voice calling your name had you snapping your head up.

Your wide eyes met Jack’s, and it was as if all of the air in your lungs had been sucked out of you. He was standing at the bottom of the stairs, blue eyes soft as they raked across your body. Suddenly feeling insecure, you straightened your back and looked anywhere but at him.

“I didn’t hear you come down the stairs,” You mumbled, hands nervously fisting the bottom of your dress.

“Yeah, it looked like you were asleep,” He lightly laughed, taking a few steps closer to you, “Look, can we please talk? I feel like I owe you an explanation.”

“You feel like,” You seethed, fury quickly taking place over whatever you had been feeling before, “You feel like you owe me an explanation?!”

You were on your feet now, nails digging into your palm as you tried to steady your breathing. Jack was slightly thrown off by your sudden change in demeanor, but he knew that it was well deserved after what he had done to you. He tried taking a couple of more steps closer to you, but the way you stepped away from him made his chest tighten.

“I’m sorry,” He began, watching as frustrated tears lined your eyes and hating himself because he knew he was the cause of them, “I know I fucked up everything, but if we can talk- just us- then I will explain everything. Please.”

He desperately whispered your name like it haunted him. His eyes were glassy, filled with uncried tears as he waited for your response, but truthfully, you didn’t know what you wanted to say. Right now, you didn’t want to hear him out. You wanted to shut him out the same way he shut you out, but you also didn’t want to regret not letting him explain himself. You were torn.

“No,” You finally let out after what felt like an eternity to Jack, “I don’t want to hear what you have to say. At least not right now.”

He felt like you had reached into his chest and tore his heart out as you denied his plea. He felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him and his entire world came out from under him. Jack knows that you no longer owe him anything because you wouldn’t be in this position if it weren’t for him, and he wishes he had never done it at all. Yet the girl he had left to get ready upstairs was going to be his reminder that he had.

You watched the way the person you loved more than anything in the world deflated at your rejection. He looked at you as if you had shot him in the heart, but you weren’t ready to let him back in. Not after what he had done. Honestly, you’re not sure if you even want to let him back in anymore.

The sound of the stairs groaning, alerting you both that someone was coming, was enough to break your devastating stares away from each other. Jack made a beeline for the kitchen while you settled back on the couch with your head in your hands, focusing on getting your heartbeat back to a normal rhythm. And to let the tears pass.

“Hey,” It was Quinn, “Are you okay? I saw Jack go to the kitchen.”

All you managed was a pathetic nod, but the slight sniffle you accidentally let slip gave you away immediately. Quinn was quick to take the seat next to you, pulling you into his chest as his hand rubbed soothing circles in your back. His attentiveness was enough to break you down, and you began to let out quiet sobs. He could hear the others start to come down too, so he gently pulled you off the couch. You let him guide you to the bathroom that was a few feet away, your legs giving out as soon as the door was closed.

“You’re okay,” Quinn comforted as he slid down to the ground with you, “You’re alright. I know it’s hard, but you’re going to be okay. We’ve got you.”

“I hate feeling like this. Like I lost my best friend,” You choked out through mangled cries, “He just stopped talking to me like our entire lives meant nothing to him and I don't even know what I did wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything,” He reassured, leaning away from you to grab the roll of toilet paper, “Trevor said he tried talking to him last night, but Jack didn’t say much other than that it’s not your fault. He knows you didn’t do anything.”

As soon as the words slipped from his mouth, Quinn knew that it made the situation worse. He knows how his brother meant it, but you didn’t and your intensified weeping only confirmed that. He chose to stay quiet, knowing that all you really needed was to get the tears out of your system before you went on like nothing had happened in order to not ruin things for everyone else. Quinn knew that you being upset wouldn’t ruin anything for anyone, but he also knew that trying to convince you of that was next to impossible.

After a while, you had managed to get your emotions in check, but you practically shoved Quinn out of the bathroom so you could “fix your face”. Which meant you were going to splash cold water on you until the redness and puffiness in your face was gone. Your eyes were still tinted red, but you knew they would go away on their own and you hoped that no one would notice, or that they would keep quiet if they did.

Everyone was gathered in the kitchen when you finally exited the bathroom, so you joined the group as they were going over the plan for the day. Slipping into the spot next to Luke, you avoided Jack’s gaze and you felt a pang of guilt when you noticed Natalie’s eyes dart from you to the boy next to her.

“Yo,” Trevor called out to you, “I was telling everyone I think we should go to the cliffs for a little bit and then we can go wakesurfing after that. Is that cool with you?”

“Sounds good,” You agreed, voice slightly scratchy from crying, “I’m not jumping, though. You guys always try and get me to do it so here’s me officially saying no.”

“We’ll see,” Luke playfully elbowed you.

Rolling your eyes, you let your gaze wander and you accidentally lock eyes with Jack for the third time this morning. His jaw was clenched, eyes glancing between you and his younger brother with a hint of annoyance mixed with what you hesitantly assumed was jealousy. Drawing your brows together in confusion, you tore yourself away from him and focused back on the others.

Finally, everyone had decided that they were ready to go, and you all made your way down to the dock and on to the boat. Quinn, Jack, and Trevor were in charge of making sure the boat was working correctly while the rest of you found homes for your various coolers and bags. You glanced towards the wooden platform and noticed that Natalie was standing there with her hands clasped in front of her, an uncomfortable grimace on her face as she watched everyone work. You could tell she was unsure of what to do to help, so you grabbed her attention and asked her to make sure there were enough life jackets for everyone.

“Thank you,” She mumbled, giving you an appreciative smile.

The one she received in return didn’t quite reach your eyes, but you tried. You know that she wasn’t at fault for how things fell with you and Jack, but a small part of you couldn’t help but place some blame on her. No matter how hard you tried to remind yourself she was innocent.

Once everything was good to go, you settled in a spot next to Luke with Trevor and Alex across from you. Jack, Natalie and Cole opted to sit up in the front in order to balance some of the weight out while Quinn took his seat at the wheel. His “i am the captain” hat you had gotten him for Christmas placed snugly on his head as he started the engine.

The ride to the cliffs was like a second nature to you and the boys by now. You had discovered the spot one day a few years ago, and you all had been going to it ever since. It was secluded enough that not many people knew about it, but so off the beaten path that you weren’t able to find it again after the first time.

You hated the feeling of the wind whipping into your face and through your hair, so you buried your head into the crook of Luke’s neck as a sort of shield. Typically, it was Jack who was your personal protection from the rough breeze, and there was a slight nagging in your chest knowing that he was doing that for someone else. Still, you were going to keep it to yourself and have fun with everyone.

“So, Lukey,” Trevor teased as everyone stripped down to their swimsuits, “I didn’t know you two liked each other.”

He subtly glanced at his best friend, taking note of the way Jack’s eyes narrowed in on his brother and his stare filled with jealousy. After the short conversation he had with Jack last night, he was testing the waters to see what exactly was going on. 

“Gross,” Luke grimaced, “She’s like a sister to me.”

You rolled your eyes as Trevor threw his head back in laughter, stepping up onto the back part of the boat so you could get in the water.

“Well, you’re not like a sister to me,” He dropped his left eye into a wink before jumping up in front of you.

You opened your mouth to give him a sarcastic response, but all that came out was a high pitched yelp as he threw you over his shoulder and then jumped into the lake. The cool water enveloped your body, bubbles erupting as you sunk through the water. You pushed your body back up to the surface, taking a gulp of air once you broke through.

“You ass,” You yelled, splashing Trevor as his head popped back up in front of you.

The two of you started splashing each other and trying to hold the other underneath the water. Trevor had you in some sort of weird hold when water came crashing down all around you. Water had gotten into your eyes and mouth, making you cough and sputter as you tried to clear it, slight irritation coursing through your body at whoever did that.

“Dude, what the hell,” Trevor slightly raised his voice, rubbing your upper back as you coughed.

“Sorry,” Jack shrugged nonchalantly, swimming away from the two of you as everyone else watched with disoriented gazes.

This was going to be a fun day.

three

[mariacrow]

Hi! Can I request bayverse bumblebee celebrating reader's birthday? Just really fluffy unlimited attention that they haven't gotten from anyone else in years 🙏 I ask cuz it was my birthday recently and I've been feeling pretty down about everything ��� Thanks! ❤️

Sweetheart, I know exactly how you feel. I am so sorry to hear this… I know I made a schedule for the requests but I need to write this first! 💛

I hope you enjoy honey and happy birthday! 🥳🐝

❁ Bumblebee x reader ❁

2nd person

angst and fluff

female reader

takes place after Transformers: The Last Knight

takes place in the reader’s backyard and garage

bad mood on your birthday, comfort, gifts

Bumblebee was so excited for your birthday. He could barely go into stasis the previous night. He spent the whole night in the garage, making you a gift. Being the clumsy bot he is, he was making a lot of noise and a lot of mess despite being as careful as possible. He was trying his best not to wake you up because then you’d come to check on him and the surprise would be ruined.

Unfortunately, around 3am, he knocked down A WHOLE ASS SHELF in your garage. The tall metal structure banged on the floor and made the whole house shake. As he started panicking, he was turning around and knocking down more stuff, trying to pick it up along with everything that fell off of it.

Soon he could hear your footsteps approaching. With no room to transform into a car due to all the mess, he was stuck. You opened the garage door and to his surprise, in your sleepy state, you couldn’t see properly due to your blurry sight.

“Bee…? You okay in there…?” you asked while rubbing your eye and yawning. You were so cute with your messy hair and twisted pajamas.

“Mhm mhm!” he buzzed while trying to hide the unfinished gift behind his back along with all the mess.

“Why aren’t you in stasis…?” you were almost sleep walking, you probably won’t remember half of this in the morning.

He looked around in panic and awkwardly shrugged, mimicking what would sound like “I don’t know”

“Mmmrr okay… See you in the morning then, goodnight…” as you went back to bed.

He ex vented in relief as he, now calmly, started putting everything where it belongs.

He only got a couple of hours of stasis when he finished with your birthday present. But it was just enough for him. He woke up happier than ever! He was impatiently walking around your backyard waiting for you to wake up while holding your birthday gift behind his back.

But you were nowhere to be found… You didn’t spread your curtains and happily say good morning like you always do… You didn’t play loud music while doing your morning routine…

He was getting worried. Then he saw you in the kitchen, eating your breakfast as if someone is holding a gun to your head. He bowed and tapped on your backyard door.

You smiled a little and waved at him. He waved back and gestured you should come out. And you did. Dragging your feet and lazily opening the backyard door.

He immediately grabbed you and started spinning you around in his safe grasp while mimicking the tune of the birthday song.

“Bee! Wait- ahh! Hahaha!” you couldn’t help but laugh. He was so joyful.

He brought you closer to his face plate and nuzzled his muzzle against your cheek, as if he was kissing you. You gave him a hug, “Ahh! That tickles!” you giggled.

He then looked at you with wide sparkling optics. But then his expression softened as he noticed you aren’t as excited as you’re supposed to.

“What’s the matter…?” he asked over the radio.

“Nothing, just.. I don’t know. I’m not used to all this… My mood always hits rock bottom when my birthday comes…”

He let out a low, sad buzz as he gently rubbed your back with his digit.

“But— it’s your— special day!”

“I know, Bee… I’m trying to think that way too…”

“Please… Don’t be— sad…”

He made you smile. Your puppy eyes made him melt. Another low buzz rumbled in his chassis as he brought you closer to his face plate again, closing his optics as he snuggled.

“You’re right…” you cupped his precious face, “I should enjoy this day. With you…”

He nodded like a little kid as his optics filled with excitement.

“I made— something— for you.” he said as he finally showed you what he was holding behind his back all along.

It was a bouquet of 5 flowers made out of wires poked in a metal plate and tied from underneath along with a butterfly and a bumblebee. It wasn’t perfect but you could definitely figure what it was.

You gasped and covered your mouth. You were speechless, taking it and carefully holding it.

“Bee… You made this…?” tears almost filled your eyes.

He nodded. He pointed at the butterfly and then at you. He then pointed at the bumblebee and then at himself.

“Oh! I get it! The butterfly is me and the bumblebee is you!” you said happily.

He rapidly nodded again, it seemed as if he was smiling.

“I… I’m speechless! This is the best birthday present I’ve ever gotten!” joy and gratitude was written all over your face. It made his young spark melt.

“Anything— for you— Y/N.”

“So that’s why you were making a mess in the garage last night!” you laughed as you figured.

He rubbed the back of his helm as he innocently shrugged, looking like this: “😅”

“Oh, my dearest Bee- WOAH!”

He suddenly transformed which made you laugh as you found yourself in the driver’s seat of the Chevy with the creative sculpture in your lap (which will proudly stand in your bedroom).

“Now let’s— go get— a birthday cake!”

“Hell yeah!”

He floored it through the garage, again knocking down some stuff, mostly flowerpots.

“BEE!!!” to which he laughed.

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Buzzbuzz~” which sounded like “maybe”.

“What do you mean “maybe”? You silly!” you playfully kicked him to which he made you jolt in your seat.

You kept nudging him while laughing as he was making you bounce in the driver’s seat. All that matters to him is your happiness, your smile, your laugh… Your laugh is like music to his audio receptors.

“I love you, Bee… to Cybertron and back!”

“Nooo— I love you— more!”

“Nu-uh! I love YOU more!”

“Nu-uh!” he imitated you.

And you went on and on while enjoying the ride to the local bakery. He really made you feel special, like a princess. You are his princess after all and he wants only the best for you. His spark aches when you’re sad… Especially on a day like this!

Of course he turned on the radio. You sang along and enjoyed the fun ride.

Of course the cake was yellow with sunflowers and bumblebees. He convinced you to buy candles too. Back at home, in the backyard, he prepared a little picnic for you. He placed a blanket on the grass and prepared the cake. He hummed the birthday song’s tune for you again.

“Make a wish darling~” he used a movie quote.

When you blew out the candles he clapped for you and squeezed you in his arms which almost made you lose your breath.

He fed you, played with your hair, nuzzled into your neck, gently swayed you from side to side to the music… He really made you feel like the only person on the planet. A lonely butterfly dancing with a happy bumblebee.

His one and only.

Dividers belong to @patches-1105 , @lostsozai , @cute-sushi-roll 💛

[anemptypuddingcup]

Hello 😊 pov: reader is reading on Sunny's gym at a time of the day/night when she thinks she's completely alone because no one would dream of making the trip up there, when she find a hole in her dress/shirt. Since she is alone, lazy to go down in the bedrooms or in the bathroom, and don't think anyone would come, she decide to sew the hole real quick and take off the dress to sew it better. But obviously when she is nearly done someone come and see her in bra and pants. What is the reaction of the strawhats male crews? I don't remember if you do headcanons with multiple characters or just drabble with one of them but i thought this scene was fun to think about even if the headcanon is just fluffy

By the way i love your writings, expecially the Usopp's ones since is my favourite character 😁 have a nice day 😊

Oooh! I love that idea! And yes I do headcanons love so don’t worry about that! Sorry I only did four too, this is really my first time writing headcanons (also I’m happy you liked the Usopp writing!)

Strawhat crew (men) walking in on Reader half-naked in the Sunny’s gym.

Luffy.

❤️Let’s be real here- Luffy doesn’t necessarily care. He’ll walk in and act like not shit is going on.

❤️I imagine he came into the gym because he was going to work out with Zoro, i personally think it’s a plus if Luffy doesn’t give a fuck and doesn’t overreact.

❤️”Oh! Wassup ________!? Ima just go over there if ya don’ mind.”

❤️Jesus he just…doesn’t read the atmosphere sometimes.

❤️And I love his precious ass for it. (I love luffyyyy)

Zoro.

💚Oh he’s gonna be startled as hell. He’ll wonder why the hell you’re even in the gym without a top on. Not that it wasn’t normal but you’re in your bra, not a workout top or anything like that.

💚He’s not even paying attention to you trying to sew up your dress.

💚He was so excited to work out today, yet seeing your ass with no shirt on completely ruined his mood to workout due to him being flustered.

💚”O-OI WOMAN! WHAT THE HELL!?”

💚“Z-ZORO PLEASE, I PROMISE IT AIN’T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE-“

💚“PUT A DAMN SHIRT ON PLEASE WOMAN!”

💚He’ll be so flustered because he’s never necessarily seen you without a top before.

💚A very flustered marimo quickly leaves the gym.

Sanji.

💙Sanji came to the gym expecting to see a dumb marimo and tell him that lunch was ready. Instead he gets hit with a pretty lady without a top sitting on the bench, sewing up her dress.

💙Of course, it’s natural for Sanji to overreact with blood just gushing from his damn nose like a geyser.

💙”_-________-SWANNN! O-OH AM I DREAMING O-OR ARE YOU IN YOUR PRETTY BRA!?”

💙”S-SANJI!-“

💙Yeah…Sanji’s gonna end up rushing to you instead of running away and you’ll have to urge him to leave you alone.

Usopp.

🧡Usopp’s gonna be flustered just like Zoro. He didn’t expect to walk in on a woman topless.

🧡On instinct, he’ll immediately cover his eyes and start screaming, surprised and startled that he may have seen something he didn’t (or probably did) want to see.

🧡”A-AHHH! WHY’RE YOU HALF N-NAKED IN THE G-GYM!”

🧡”U-USOPP, I-I PROMISE THIS IS A MISUNDERSTANDING! I-I’M TRYING TO SEW M-MY-”

🧡“N-NO, YOU’RE T-TRYING TO TRICK ME! I-I WON’T LET YOU!”

🧡Usopp would overreact the very most knowing his overdramatic ass.

[schrijverr]

Worse, My In-Laws Are in Town

Divergence from chapter 11, where Buck comes back into work looking down after Chris’s birthday and just honestly tells everyone that his in-laws are in town when they ask what got him in a bad mood.

On AO3.

Ships: Buddie (pre-slash)

Warnings: referenced ableism, referenced homophobia, referenced emotionally abusive parents

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Buck drags himself into work after the weekend with Helena and Ramon. The prospect of having to do that for an entire week is daunting and draining, and he doesn’t have the energy in him to pretend he’s looking forward to the week.

The reprieve work will give him is nice, but he has to be at work with the knowledge they’re in his home at this very moment, probably ruining Eddie’s day more and poisoning the whole house. It feels a little bit dramatic, but they just make him so angry, so frustrated.

He hopes that his shift with the 118 will help. They’re his family too, a family he can run to when it gets rough at home. And it sure is rough at home right now.

Indeed, they pick up on his mood in seconds. Chimney takes one look at him and whistles: “Oef, bad date?”

Buck remembers the fib he told when he ran out of work on Friday and he knows he can play it off now, should he want to. It still doesn’t feel like Eddie is his to keep and he knows he will lose Chris alongside Eddie. But it is his family at this point in time and he is dragging it into work. He can’t lie to everyone about why he’s in a mood, he doesn’t have the energy.

And on top of that, if he’s honest with himself, he needs to vent to someone. Someone, who isn’t Eddie, someone who won’t get defensive or try to see their side. Someone who will just let him bitch for a moment.

So, he doesn’t play it off, instead taking the mug of coffee Bobby offers him as he slumps down over the breakfast bar and groans: “Worse, my in-laws are in town.”

It’s deadly quiet.

Buck now realizes it was probably quite the thing to drop on everyone, but it’s too late to take it back and undo it. He is proven correct in that notion when all of them start yelling at the same time, with all of them yelling some variation of: “You’re married?!”

“Uh, yeah, I am,” Buck says sheepishly. “Didn’t I mention that?”

“No, you did not mention that,” Hen humpfs, crossing her arms.

“Oh, my bad,” Buck tries his best innocent look, as he says that, hoping it will read as honest, because he does feel bad for never sharing, even if he had his reasons.

He hopes that will be the end of the freak out, so he can complain about Helena and Ramon now – maybe even get some advice – but that doesn’t happen. Instead, Bobby frowns: “You got married and didn’t invite us?”

“Yeah, what the hell. You didn’t invite us to your wedding?” Chimney demands indignantly, backing Bobby up, before Buck can even begin to figure out why Bobby asked that.

“I’m so confused,” Buck says.

“So are we,” Hen snorts.

Buck ignores her as he says: “How could I have invited any of you? I didn’t even know you yet. Plus, it was a shotgun courthouse wedding. We invited one person.”

Again there is a silence, this one less shocked confusion and more of a tentative, ‘what are we going to say, that’s a little jikes’-silence, which he doesn’t understand. He just wanted some support on how to deal with his in-laws, maybe blow off some steam. Fuck, he knew he should have kept his mouth shut.

Chimney is the one that answers, though he keeps sending glances over to Hen as he does. “Uhm, if they know you… uh, cheated on their kid on the job, then, uh- then it might make sense why them being in town is not good for you.”

For a moment, Buck stares at him without comprehending, then he suddenly remembers that he got nearly fired for sleeping with multiple women on the job and everyone was there for that. It’s just so normal for him that he didn’t even think of that. “Oh, no, we- we have an open marriage, I didn’t cheat on Eddie,” he trips over himself to assure them.

“Oh, that’s good,” Chimney says high pitched with the relief, while Hen mouths “Eddie,” to herself, as Bobby repeats: “Open marriage?” with a confused voice.

Unsure where to start, Buck decides to respond to Bobby to fully clear the air. “Yeah, an open marriage, it’s when you open your relationship up to other people. Me and Eddie have always agreed dating and sleeping with others is totally fine.”

“Ah,” Bobby nods after a second. “I, uh- I didn’t know that was a thing.”

“Most people don’t,” Buck smiles in what he hopes is an assuring manner. He didn’t really plan on explaining that to Bobby today.

“So, if it’s not the cheating, then why are you upset they’re in town?” Chimney asks conversationally, getting them back on the intended track.

“Because they hate my guts,” Buck pouts miserably. “And I just hate how they make Eddie act. I know it’s not my place, because they’re not my parents and I don’t want to fall into the trope of hating your in-laws, but ugh- It’s just so frustrating. Eddie actually slept on the couch the whole weekend, all because his dad made a comment about him becoming a kept man. It makes me want to punch him, but I’m also not just going to punch him.”

Hen has snapped out of her revelry and is now making a sympathetic face as she asks: “Eddie’s parents are homophobic?”

“Very,” Buck replies empathetically. “And it’s not just shitty of them to be, it’s totally unfounded too. I mean, they don’t even know I’m bi and Eddie is straight! Not to mention that he’s not a-”

“Wait,” Hen cuts him off and he looks at her with a confused noise. She says: “Eddie’s straight?”

“Oh yeah, he is,” Buck says, realizing he probably should have clarified that. Probably would have made the whole assurance he wasn’t cheating more smooth too. “It’s a marriage of convenience thing, we’ve never been together, we just got married for Chris. We’re friends.”

“Chris?” Chimney repeats in confusion. “Who the fuck is Chris?”

“It might be best if you started from the beginning here, Buck,” Bobby tells him. “This is a lot all of a sudden.”

Buck blushes. It is a lot. He’s a lot. He’s truly just embarrassing himself left and right, it would have been better for him to keep his mouth shut. However, that’s too late now, so he shortly recaps. “I met Eddie over two years ago now. I knew his ex-wife first, Shannon. She came by the farm I worked on and we chatted, became friendly, I met their kid, Chris-”

“Wait, Chris is a kid?” Chimney interrupts.

“Yeah, he turned seven this weekend, I took time off for his birthday. It’s why Helena and Ramon – my in-laws – are in town, to celebrate,” Buck explains.

“And you’re still involved in his life, I take it?” Hen asks.

Buck nods: “I adopted him. Stepparent adoption. It’s why I married Eddie. Shannon signed over custody and left without saying to take care of her sick mom. So, I kind of offered my help and then we became co-parents, but then Chris’s hospital bills came in. So, Eddie re-enlisted in the army – he’s an army medic – and we got married so I could adopt Chris so I’d have the legal backing to keep him while Eddie was away. That was about a year and a half ago.”

“Did Chris have an accident?” Hen asks, ever the paramedic.

“No, CP,” Buck says. “He has crutches and he is following along normally in school, just trouble when it comes to writing and the finer motor skills and such. We try to let him be as independent as possible where we can, but Eddie’s mom insist he’s ‘fragile’ and ‘special’ and we’re being too rough, as if we’re not doing exactly as the doctors prescribed.”

“Oh, one of those people,” Chimney nods understandingly, a mild disgust in his voice as he says it.

“Yeah.” Buck rubs his face. “This whole weekend has been a fight about how to wrap gifts, what proper gifts are for his age, how Chris should eat, what Chris should eat, how he should move, how we handle him. Eddie had to physically restrain her at some point to get her to stop. And now it turns out, they’re not just here for the weekend, they’re here for the whole week. Fucking lovely.”

“That explains the whole sour mood when you came in,” Chimney says, before nudging Buck and trying to joke: “But at least you’re working today.”

“Small mercies,” Buck snort. Then he sobers up a little: “But I feel bad for leaving Eddie with them, who knows what sort of things they’re filling his mind with while I’m here.”

“What sort of stuff are you afraid they’ll say?” Hen asks curiously but compassionately too. “You said Eddie slept on the couch, was he supposed to sleep in your bed? Are you scared they’ll turn him against you with their homophobia?”

“No, no, Eddie’s not homophobic, just very much toxic masculinity poured in from birth,” Buck assures her. “Like, we shared a bed when we lived in Texas, just because we didn’t have any space and I couldn’t sleep on the couch forever. It’s nothing new, he’s just getting in his head about it, because now his dad is there to make comments about it.”

“And that doesn’t bother you at all,” Hen says pointedly, not believing him for a second.

“I mean, it’s hurting my feelings a little bit, but I know it’s not about me,” Buck shrugs. “It’s just that it’s an affront to Ramon’s masculinity that Eddie is married to me, even if he knows it’s not like that. Eddie doesn’t think like his dad, but he does care what his dad thinks. And what his mom thinks. I’m mostly worried about what she says.”

“What kind of things does she say then?” Hen asks, wondering what could be worse than the homophobia and misogyny Ramon is paddling onto his son. Though she can probably take a pretty educated guess with the earlier comments about her.

“She goes in on his parenting- Well, technically both our parenting, but she’s never acknowledged my contributions a day in her life, so it’s mostly harking on about Eddie’s parenting,” Buck says. “She’s been trying to take Chris from Eddie from the moment he came back from his second tour. There’s a reason I needed the legal backing to take care of Chris before he went on his third and that reason is named Helena. He quite literally married me, because he didn’t trust his own mom to give his son back to him.”

“Pfew, that’s a lot,” Chimney comments. “I’m still a little reeling right now.”

“Welcome to my world,” Buck snorts humorlessly.

“Seriously, Buck, that is a lot. Custody can be rough,” Hen says, placing a hand on his arm. There is something thick in her voice and Buck wants to ask, but with the way Chimney is delicately dancing around her, he doesn’t know if it will be welcome.

“Thanks,” he finally settles on saying. “So far it hasn’t actually come to that and I’m probably just being dramatic.”

“We’re here for you anyway,” Bobby says. He’s been a little quiet ever since Chris was first mentioned, however, now he makes himself known again. “You can always talk to us about this sort of stuff and you are more than welcome to hang around here if you don’t want to go home yet. As is Eddie.”

“Though he’s probably planning on making some overtime himself this week,” Chimney jokes.

“No, Eddie doesn’t work, so he’ll appreciate the offer. We both do,” Buck says. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” Bobby smiles paternally.

“Can I ask why he doesn’t work?” Hen asks.

“His squadron got shot down with the helicopter they were in. He earned a Silver Star, along three bullets in his body,” Buck answers. “He’s still recovering, which is why we’re still married. We’re gonna see where we stand when he’s okay again, until then Chris is on my insurance and I kind of pay the bills.”

Hen gasps: “That’s why you asked so much about the insurance when Bobby nearly fired you. That’s what you wanted to tell me.”

“Ah, yeah, well…” Buck awkwardly rubs the back of his head. “I did, yeah.”

“And on the roof, you wanted to tell me you had a family,” Bobby realizes. “You were trying to convince me, but I didn’t let you finish. Why didn’t you say anything then?”

Buck shrugs and looks away as he mumbles: “It didn’t end up being necessary.”

Bobby squints at him suspiciously, not buying what he’s selling and Buck holds his breath, anxiously awaiting what he’ll do. If he’ll push why Buck never said, he might have to confess all his stupid insecurities about being abandoned, not to mention his huge crush on Eddie. He’d prefer it if they didn’t force that out of him, especially in front of Chimney, who’d probably spill the second he met Eddie.

Fortunately, Bobby doesn’t push, though maybe that’s because the alarm rings and they have to run to answer.

During the call, his head still isn’t all there. He keeps being worried for Eddie and trying to come up with a way to pull him out of his parents’ shit, but not finding anything. The others don’t seem to mind that much, letting him stay off to the side on the call and leaving him alone on the drive back.

When they’re at the station again, Bobby wordlessly offers him to help chop up breakfast to give his hands something to do. An offer that he takes gratefully.

They cut in silence for a few moments, before Bobby, ever so perceptive, catches on that Buck needs to let this out more, because he opens with: “Mind still elsewhere?”

“Yeah,” Buck chuckles sheepishly, before gesturing vaguely to his head with the hand that is not holding a knife. “Sorry, not all here today.”

“It’s alright, happens to all of us,” Bobby says.

The two of them are quiet for another second, then Buck takes the silent invitation and starts talking. “It’s just- I feel so helpless, you know? I want to say something, help, but unless it’s about Chris, it really isn’t any of my business. But I see it hurts Eddie. I hate watching that.”

Bobby hums thoughtfully as he mulls the words over for a moment. Then he says: “Eddie probably appreciates you just being there.”

“Is that enough?” Buck asks rhetorically. “I mean, it’s never been the best relationship and there is so much history between them, even before I came in the picture, and I probably only made it worse. It feels like I should be doing more than just sitting there, watching it happen, while my only contribution is not getting mad at Eddie too. For shutting me out. For listening to them.”

“That is enough,” Bobby answers anyway.

Buck scoffs.

“No, Buck, look at me,” Bobby says gently. “Come on, kid.”

His mind tries to tell him he’s making the tone up, that Bobby is disappointed in him that he’s not doing more, that he thinks Buck is an immature kid, who doesn’t know what he’s doing. However, he looks anyway, a little reluctantly.

He doesn’t find any disappointment or judgment like he was expecting, instead Bobby looks sympathetic and understanding. Buck swallows heavily, suddenly feeling very small in a good way under Bobby’s gaze.

“You’re not the punk I thought you were when you walked in here. Not only have you grown in this job, but outside of it too, you’re being a parent and a partner,” Bobby says. Buck is about to correct the partner part, but Bobby is quicker. “I know you’re friends not lovers, but you still have his back. The two of you are in this together, I can hear it in the way you talk about him. Or am I wrong?”

“No. No, you’re not,” Buck says quietly, blushing despite himself.

Bobby nods, more to himself, then goes on: “It’s clear Eddie has some baggage with his parents, but you have a trust with him, a closeness, those things don’t come for free. You’ve shown you’re ready to be in his corner, but it sounds like you’re hoping to pull him out of this trap he’s in with his family. That’s not going to happen. What Eddie needs, is for you to step inside with him, keep him company there. I know you can do that.”

Buck thinks it over for a moment. Having Bobby say he knows Buck can do it, that he can be what Eddie needs, is soothing. But is it really enough to silently stand by his side? To stand inside the trap that is his parents? Maybe, it is.

This whole time he’s been frustrated with Eddie wanting him to snap out of the practically conditioned reaction he’s had to his parents. However, maybe that isn’t what Eddie needs him to do.

Eddie has always needed him to be there next to him, to be a rock when the tide that is his parents washes over him. He doesn’t need someone to point out he’s being a stupid asshole, Eddie is aware of that, he needs someone to be in his corner when he can snap out of it. That’s all Buck has to do. That’s all Buck can do.

Yeah, Bobby is right. Eddie needs him to have his back, like he always has and Buck can totally do that.

His heart feels lighter and he can feel a weight shift from his shoulders. He sends Bobby a bright grin and hopes it conveys how much he means it when he says: “Thank you, Cap.”

“Of course,” Bobby smiles back. “Hand me the bell peppers?”

“Oh yeah, here.”

Bobby continues working on breakfast, but as he works, he asks: “So, tell me more about Chris. What’s your son like?” content to listen to Buck babble about how great his Superman is.

It’s nice. He hadn’t realized how badly he wanted to brag about Chris, until he can. He knows that one day soon, he’s going to have to tell them that Eddie is leaving him, go through the hardships of a divorce with all the uncertainty that comes with that, but he at least has people in his corner when it happens.

Afterwards, his head is on right and he’s a lot more useful on calls.

In the downtime the others ask him questions, clearly still adjusting to the mental image of Buck as a father. He tries not to take it to heart too much, he is the one that leaned into the frat boy stereotype they put on him after all.

Around lunch time he texts Eddie to check up on how it’s going with his parents, telling him about the offer of hiding out at the firehouse.

Eddie responds: At this point, I might take you up on that.

It’s a nightmare.

Taking them out to lunch, so fingers crossed.

iew, good luck, Buck texts back.

Thanks lol., he gets back

Then Eddie goes radio silent, so Buck assumes he’s out at lunch. He gets not wanting to be on his phone during that. Not that it stops Buck from checking his own every other second, just to make sure he doesn’t miss Eddie texting him.

It might be for the best – for his sanity that is – that they get called away before he can drive himself and the others up the wall with his worrying. This is further aided by him stupidly dropping his phone in a fumble to get into his turnouts and not having the time to pick it up again. So, he can’t check on the call or during the drive.

By the time they get back, Buck is itching to get to his phone. However, he doesn’t spot it lying anywhere on the floor after he shrugged off the coat and put it away so he can maneuver better.

Before, he can properly start searching, he’s distracted by Chimney saying: “Anyone know that guy?”

Buck looks over to where Chimney is indicating to see Eddie sitting on the bottom steps to the loft. He is holding Buck’s phone and staring emptily at it.

“Eddie?” Buck calls out confused. “What are you doing here?”

Eddie looks up with a start as if snapped out of his thoughts. He spots Buck, still only halfway out of his turnouts, and blinks for a few seconds. Then he shakes his head and kind dumbly says: “You dropped your phone.”

The others are watching curiously, but Buck ignores them, jogging over and taking the phone from Eddie with a “Thanks,” then quietly he asks: “Seriously, are you okay? I thought you were doing lunch with Helena and Ramon?”

“Uh, didn’t go well,” Eddie mumbles, looking away with flushed cheeks. “They pushed my buttons, as always. I snapped at them. Gave them the keys to my truck and told them to go home by themselves, then Ubered here.” He finally meets Buck’s eyes. It’s clear he’s embarrassed about it as he says: “Hope that offer to hide out here was genuine.”

“Yeah, course it is,” Buck assures him immediately with a soft grin. He’s not going to push on the whole parent thing with everyone hovering and trying to eavesdrop. So he raises his voice so that everyone can hear as he adds: “I’m sure everyone is dying to meet you.”

When he looks back at the others, they don’t even try to look ashamed as they drop what they were pretending to be doing so they can come over to meet Eddie. They receive him with the same warmth that Buck had been met with on his first day, none of them mentioning Buck’s bitch fest about his parents, nor the fact that before this morning, none of them knew Eddie existed.

Chimney gets there first, holding out his hand as he grins: “Ah, the non-husband-husband.”

“That is one way to describe it,” Eddie laughs, though there is an undertone Buck can’t place. “I’m Eddie, nice to meet you.”

“I’m Chimney.”

“Ah, yes, a familiar name. Buck still hasn’t told me why they call you that.”

“A gentleman doesn’t reveal his secrets.”

“Pff, you’re as far from a gentleman as it gets,” Hen snorts, ignoring Chimney’s offended guffaw as she moves in to shake Eddie’s hand as well. “I’m Hen.”

“Eddie.”

Then it’s Bobby’s turn to introduce himself and Buck can’t help but be a little anxious. After Chris, Eddie and Bobby are the two most important people in his life and he wants them to like each other.

Bobby gives Eddie a firm handshake as he nods: “It’s good to meet you. I’m Buck’s Captain, Bobby Nash.”

Automatically Eddie’s posture stiffens into a more military hold as he shakes Bobby’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you too, sir. Eddie Diaz. Buck speaks highly of you.”

“I’m glad to hear that. And just Bobby is fine,” Bobby smiles, as he lets go. “Now, tell me, what would you like for lunch?”

“Oh, I- I just ate and I don’t want to impose,” Eddie starts politely declining.

“We haven’t eaten yet, guests get to pick,” Buck says, before he nudges Eddie. “Tell him to make hotdish casserole.”

“It’s Eddie’s choice, not yours, Buck,” Hen scolds him.

“Like you never do that when Karen’s here,” Buck says, sticking out his tongue at her.

“This is so unfair, why do I never get guests that make Bobby cook what I want?” Chimney complains.

“Guess you need to make more friends,” Hen shrugs with a slightly mischievous grin.

“As if you wouldn’t be left high and dry if I started living up to my potential and making all the friends I could,” Chimney exclaims indignantly.

Eddie appears to be slightly overwhelmed while Hen and Chimney continue to bicker. He gives Buck a helpless look. Unhelpfully, Buck just whispers: “Hotdish casserole.”

“Hotdish casserole, I guess?” Eddie tells Bobby uncertainly, while Buck fist pumps.

“Hotdish casserole it is,” Bobby nods, having observed the whole thing with resigned fondness, before making his way up the stairs.

“Bobby, tell Hen she’s being mean,” Chimney calls out, skipping up the steps after him. “And can I still pick what we eat for dinner?”

“No, it’s my turn,” Hen yells, also quickly following after him. “Eddie just moves the turns up one, you don’t get to skip my turn.”

Within seconds Eddie and Buck are suddenly the only ones standing at the bottom of the stairs. Eddie stares after the others for a moment, then turns to Buck and dazedly asks: “Is it always like that?”

“Yeah, it’s great,” Buck grins. “Now, I’m gonna ditch these pants. Up for being tossed the wolves without me or are you gonna wait down here?”

“Uh, I’ll wait down here,” Eddie says a bit too quickly, but Buck doesn’t call him out on it.

Buck makes his way over to where they store their gear and Eddie follows after him. To fill the air, he asks: “Did Chris get to school okay this morning?”

“Yeah, he did, he did,” Eddie says. “You know mom, she was up bright and early to tell me Chris’s PT was wrong, but she made breakfast and she insisted on driving him to school, which meant I didn’t have to be out there in the morning rush and I didn’t have to talk to the moms in the drop off line. So, I’m counting it as a win overall.”

“Fair enough,” Buck says, stepping out of his turnout pants. “I don’t know why you don’t like talking to the moms, they’re so nice.”

“They’re invasive,” Eddie wrinkles his nose.

“They’re nice,” Buck protests, putting away the pants and starting to walk towards the stairs.

“No, they’re nosy and you know it,” Eddie says. “Last week, Janet asked me why only me and you did drop off and never Chris’s mother.”

“Yeah, but Janet is a bitch, she doesn’t count.”

“She does count, she’s part of the pick up/drop off line. Very prominently.”

“But she is an outlier, all the other moms are nice. Stacy, for example, Stacy is nice.”

“Stacy is only nice to you, because she wants to fuck you. She hates my guts.”

“No, she doesn’t,” Buck frowns, he can’t imagine that Stacy hates Eddie. “And she’s never made a move on me.”

“Yeah, ‘cause she thinks you’re gay and married to me, dumbass.”

“Well, then she’s not a homewrecker,” Buck points out.

“Wow, one point to Stacy for basic fucking human decency,” Eddie sniffs.

“You’re just being mean, because you hate talking to people,” Buck says. “Stacy is nice. She gave me that cookie recipe for the bake sale. And Barbara is nice too, you can’t deny that.”

“Of course I can’t deny Barbara is nice, but she’s the actual outlier. And Stacy’s cookies were crumbly and dry.”

“Man, you are such a drama queen, you ate like ten of those cookies,” Buck laughs, though he can’t deny that he’s having a grand old time bickering with Eddie about the moms from Chris’s school. It doesn’t hurt either that Eddie looks relaxed again, mirth in his eyes even as he bitches.

“I’m not going to say no to cookies just because they’re crumbly and dry,” Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Chris gets that sweet tooth from you. The fact that you, good sir, don’t have more cavities is a miracle, I swear to god.”

“Hey, why are you singling me out?” Eddie asks offendedly.

“Because I brush Chris’s teeth,” Buck snorts.

“I brush my teeth too,” Eddie sulks. At this point, they’ve arrived upstairs, so Eddie clears his throat and changes topic: “Anyway, what’s this hotdish casserole all about? Since when are you a fan of that, I’ve literally never heard you about that before.”

“Oh, yeah, I made it for Chris once while you were on tour, but he didn’t like it. So, I don’t make it at home anymore,” Buck shrugs. “It’s a Midwestern thing. Bobby’s version is great, so I eat it at work instead.”

“It’s pretty good,” Chimney involves himself in the conversation. “It took me a while to warm up to Bobby’s Midwestern dishes, but it’s not bad when you get used to it.”

“Not much spice though,” Hen says.

“Ah, that’s familiar,” Eddie grimaces. “Buck also doesn’t use many spices.”

“Oi, I’ve gotten better at that,” Buck protests. “And you don’t get to judge my cooking when you burn water.”

Eddie gets wide eyes and elbows Buck in the side as he exclaims: “Don’t tell them that!”

Hen and Chimney burst out laughing and Chimney brightly assures Eddie: “It’s okay, Buckaroo already told us all about how you can’t cook,” as next to him Hen nods her agreement with a sympathetic look on her face.

“Why would you do that?” Eddie hisses.

“It naturally came up in conversation!” Buck defends himself slightly panicked. To deflect he quickly shifts gears: “Anyway, Eddie is planning on joining the fire academy. Maybe you guys can tell him more about the paramedic work? I’m gonna see if Bobby needs some help.”

Then he fully abandons Eddie to his fate (though he does it with the knowledge that Chim and Hen will keep the bullying to a minimum until Eddie is more familiar and they’re great at making people feel comfortable). Eddie will be fine. Probably.

Indeed when he and Bobby come back with the hotdish casserole, Hen and Chimney are explaining what they do and the difference to being just a firefighter in great detail as Eddie listens intently.

Over lunch, they talk more about firefighting in general, but they also ask Eddie a bit about his background and how he met Buck and such. It gives Eddie the opportunity to get some payback about the cooking, but Buck would like to have it on record that his spice tolerance wasn’t that bad and neither was his Spanish pronunciation, Eddie is exaggerating.

It’s quite nice to hang out with Eddie and the 118. Buck feels high on life and he has all but forgotten the bad mood he was in that morning.

However, reality comes crashing down on him when Eddie looks at his watch and sighs: “Guess I should get going if I want to pick up Chris on time.”

“You gonna Uber back and get the truck or do you wanna borrow the Jeep?” Buck asks, trying to keep the disappointment out of his voice.

“Can I borrow the Jeep?” Eddie replies, sounding hopeful at the thought of not having to face his parents without Chris as a shield.

“Course, as long as you come pick me up at the end of my shift too,” Buck grins. “I’m sure your parents will watch Chris while you do that.”

“Don’t remind me,” Eddie rolls his eyes as he gets up. “Where are your keys?”

Before Buck can answer, Hen asks: “You have a kid’s seat in your Jeep? I never noticed that.”

“Huh, me neither,” Chimney agrees.

“It’s not that weird you guys didn’t notice. I don’t think anyone makes it a habit to go to all the cars and look inside. I don’t at least,” Buck shrugs as the others nod that that makes sense. Buck gets up and says: “Keys are in my locker. Code is Chris’s birthday, so you should be able to get in yourself, but I’ll walk with you.”

“Great, thanks.” Eddie turns to everyone. “It was good to meet you all. Thank you for having me.”

“Of course, you’re always welcome in our house. It was nice to meet you too,” Bobby tells him kindly and Chimney and Hen are quick to agree with that.

With the goodbyes behind them, Eddie walks away, Buck right behind him. As they pass the pole, Buck gestures to it with a shit eating grin. “Wanna use the pole, Eddie?”

“I’m not a little kid,” Eddie deadpans.

“Don’t be a spoilsport, it’s part of the job. You want to be a firefighter, right? Firefighters go down the pole,” Buck insists a little too gleefully. It is partly for his own amusement, but it is also to make Eddie smile again. He can see that Eddie doesn’t like that he has to go and face his parents, leave the safe haven of the 118.

“No, you’re gonna make me go down the pole and then use the stairs.”

“Pinky promise, I won’t. I’ll even go first,” Buck says, holding out his pinky. “I can show you, so you’ll have a leg up on everyone else on your first day.”

“It’s going down a pole, I think I’ll live.”

“There’s a technique to it,” Buck says, wiggling his pinky in Eddie’s face once more as he makes a face he hopes is enticing.

Eddie looks at Buck for a beat, then he sighs and sags in defeat as he interlocks pinkies with Buck while Buck cheers. “Fine,” he sighs like a man getting ready for the gallows.

Buck shows him how to go down the pole properly, going down first as promised. Eddie looks to the ceiling for a moment, muttering to himself that this is stupid and pointedly not looking back to where the others are still sitting around the table, before following Buck down.

“That wasn’t so bad, eh?” Buck nudges him with his shoulder when he has landed.

“I guess not,” Eddie says, fighting a smile. Buck can see it, but he graciously doesn’t comment on it, instead leading the way to his locker so he can hand over the keys.

Once he’s dug it out of his bag, he holds it out to Eddie, but then he closes his hand before Eddie can take it. Eddie sends him a confused look and Buck hesitates for a moment, then he asks: “Will you tell me what made you snap later?”

Eddie blushes and doesn’t meet his eyes. “Maybe.”

“Hey, I won’t judge,” Buck says, giving Eddie imploring eyes. “I just want to know so I can tell you they’re wrong, okay? I’m here. I have your back. Whatever stupid shit it was, don’t let it get to you, yeah?”

“Yeah, okay,” Eddie replies, still sounding unsure, but with a tentative smile on his lips.

Buck hands him the keys at that. He grins and claps Eddie on the back, switching to a less serious tone as he says: “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

“You’re a dork,” Eddie rolls his eyes, but he’s laughing too.

“A dork that’s lending you his car, so don’t get too cocky, Mister,” Buck corrects.

“Yeah, yeah, thank you,” Eddie says already walking away. He turns around after a few steps to call back: “Have a good day!”

“You too! Say hi to Chris for me,” Buck yells back as he waves.

Upstairs, Bobby, Chimney and Hen are leaning on the balustrade of the loft in a row, watching the two of them say their goodbyes. Chimney speaks up first: “Thirty bucks on them being married for real before Chris is a teenager.”

“Tsk, coward. Fifty on them being married for real by this time next year,” Hen says.

“Deal.” The two of them shake hands, then look over at Bobby. “What about you?”

“This is highly unprofessional,” Bobby tells them. Neither of them buy it for a second, giving him a judgmental look. Bobby only lasts two seconds before he breaks and says: “Twenty on them taking a decade.”

“Harsh,” Chimney whistles. “I like it.”

“Maybe he’s right,” Hen says thoughtfully. “We are talking about Buck…”

At this point, they are interrupted by Buck himself, who has spotted them up there and calls up: “What are you guys talking about?”

“Nothing,” they all collectively yell back, much to Buck’s confusion, though he just shrugs and takes it in stride as he goes towards the stairs to rejoin them.

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A/N:

I’ll never get tired of writing the confused 118 trying to piece together Buck (or Eddie, but we haven’t gotten to a version of that) telling the story, as they struggle to quickly mentally adjust the image they have of him lol. Hope y’all don’t get tired of reading it either xp

Also, I fucking love writing silly conversations between people, I am fully using these AUAUs to write banter to amuse myself and I will not apologize for that

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Tough Night? ⤑ Peter Parker.

Should this be an extended series? I dunno yall but hey we working w this. Literally 5 pages long oml 💀 please somebody take away my computer as alwags love you guys smm enjoy !!- A.

☆° Peter Parker x Male Reader

☆°• slight angst + fluff

°•▪︎ Fem readers DNI ♡♡

♧ warnings: Mentions of drinking! all characters are 21+ !!♧

♡ NOTES: might turn this into a possible series - slow burn

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Peter took a long sigh. He shouldn’t be here, he knew it was wrong being there let alone when he was in a sour mood, how couldn’t he though? He acknowledged it was wrong and even with the underlying guilt in his heart he couldn’t stop from just…feeling it. That sense of sadness and deep longing, after all seeing your crush marry your best friend wasn’t always the best thing in the world. Seeing Gwen getting married to his friend, Harry, it felt awful to say the least, he was happy seeing his two friends get married but the thought of Gwen just being happy with someone crushed him, more than he would ever admit. Peter knew he shouldn’t ruin this and didn’t plan to by any means, he didn’t plan on stealing the spotlight and yelling out ‘I Object!’ in the middle of the ceremony. If anything he was willing to suck it up and continue forward, supporting Gwen and Harry, it’s what was right, especially because he was Harry’s Groomsman. 

Though he had to be honest with himself, there was only so much he could support, as the ceremony came to a close and they all headed out to the open garden venue to begin the rest of the event’s party, as for the most part Peter stood off to the side of the whole party, not knowing much people who attended and the ones he did know showed up with their dates or were chatting it up. Watching the newlyweds dance together only planted a sad smile onto Peter’s face deciding to himself that this was enough self-torture, stepping outside the venue and down to the concrete stairs in hopes of being alone. His eyes landed on somebody sitting on the steps a few beer bottles sat next to the man as Peter sat 3 steps behind him, “tough night?” Peter whispered as he brought his legs up so he could rest his head on them as he faced the back of the other. “You could say that, not that this is the toughest night of my life but it qualifies” the man spoke as he turned around to face Peter, a half-empty beer bottle in his hand and beside him another 3 full beer bottles and 2 empty bottles which were thrown to the other side of the steps long forgotten and a safety hazard for people who didn’t spot it. “You too, huh?” the man spoke as Peter let out a soft strained chuckle as he nodded “Hah…yeah but what are you gonna do… Mind if I take a sip?”

“By any means” the man replied, handing Peter the bottle he was drinking which Peter gladly accepted, not bothering to clean the top of it as he just took a large sip of it, an exhale leaving his lips the liquor hitting his system. “You know, this ain’t exactly the ideal place to be lonely” Peter commented his hand playing with the bottle as he saw the liquid inside it splosh around. “Yeah, not exactly the scene” The other replied as Peter stood up walking over to the man and sitting next to him. “What are you doing out here all alone? I’m sure the groom and the bride are dying to see their guests having fun.” Peter partially joked, getting comfortable on the steps or as comfortable as a person could be sitting on a concrete surface. 

“I’m actually a plus one.”

“Ah, Where’s your friend then?” Peter asked, handing the man back the bottle after mindlessly toying with it, seeing the man take a swing at the beer before handing it to Peter who finished it off. “Took the car and got lucky” the man replied. “Seriously? Let me guess; they didn’t have the decency to tell you?” Peter set the empty beer bottle down as he licked his lips savoring the leftover taste of the booze. “No they did, I just decided to stay at a party where I don’t know anybody” The guy spoke sarcastically “He’s got an attitude” – “And a name” – “Does he?”

“(M/N)).” (M/N) replied calmly the feeling of the two prior bottles finally starting up his confidence. “Peter Parker” Peter replied as he shook the man's hand. “So, what’s up with you?” (M/N) asked as he faced Peter, turning his body towards the brunette. “Well, you know, not every day you see your crush get married to your long-term best friend” Peter replied as if it was a completely normal thing to feel or even dare to confess. He caught a glimpse of (M/N) hearing the sound of him sucking in some air as cringed slightly before speaking “Yikes. So, you’re in love with the bride?” That caused Peter to take in what he had said and realized he probably didn’t word it correctly. “Not on purpose, I’ve always had a crush on her since high school and well…Harry well he’s charismatic and more confident than I so naturally he got the girl.” Peter explained. “Well at least you’re not crazy and yelled out object mid ceremony” (M/N) laughed as he opened up another beer bottle. “I’m in love but not that in love, I'm not going to just ruin my best friend's wedding!” Peter laughed along with him. 

“Fair enough, you don’t exactly look like the type who would do something so extreme. You look like…the awkward type.” (M/N) commented as he chuckled teasing the other man earning a scoff from Peter who didn’t know if he should take offense or laugh so he took the latter, “Got me there. I’m not exactly well in public settings, I’m not terrible at it either but you know.” Peter defended himself as he looked up at the night sky, the moon whole as the light emitted below towards the two men. “Did you and her ever…?” (M/N) asked as he looked at Peter. “What? No…no we never dated, I really only had a crush on her and nothing more, Though I’m sure she knew, it was blatantly obvious” Peter replied as he rubbed his hands together out of sheer nervousness. “She just never returned the feelings, so she never said anything which im grateful she spared the embarrassment of rejection” he continued. 

“Ignorance is bliss.” – “Ignorance is bliss.” Peter repeated. “Best thing’s to move on, you know? I know it’s hard to move on…but if you don’t, you’re only hurting yourself at the end of the day besides I’m sure you’ll find somebody soon. You seem like a sweet guy from what I've seen hanging out with you or maybe it’s just the booze.” (M/N) spoke earning him a small laugh from Peter. “Yeah, I know. I’ll just have to move on, if she was able to, I’m sure I can too…” Peter replied, sighing and taking a deep breath right after as he heard the slow music come from further into the venue, knowing the slow dance for the newlyweds had just begun.

How Deep Is Your Love by Bees Gees can be heard playing as Peter smiled sadly, humming softly to the song. A part of his heart broken, the song bringing back old memories…

It was high-school prom, right before graduation. Gwen was outside crying seeing as her date had stood her up. Peter took note of her crying as he wanted to make his way outside only for Harry to practically beat him to the punch, going to comfort the girl as Peter watched from the sidelines. The music from inside the venue played as the slow dance music finally started, most of the couples were already on the dance floor getting ready for their little romantic moments. How Deep Is Your Love slowly taking its start as Peter watched Harry bringing Gwen inside and dancing with her…Peter only looked from the sidelines as he took that as a sign to just leave the dance, always wondering in the back of his mind…what if he never asked Harry to give him a ride to the dance? What if he never asked Harry to stay behind and wait in the parking lot? It was far too late to wonder though.

(M/N) frowned slightly as he saw the change in Peter’s behavior as the song played behind them inside the venue. Seeing the man disassociate in front of him he lightly tapped Peter’s shoulder, causing the other to snap out of it. “Sorry,” Peter mumbled out an apology as he rubbed his arm trying to get rid of the chills he felt from the cold breeze. “You don’t have to apologize, just making sure you don’t cloud out on me…I’m like not exactly sober and don’t have a car to drive you to the hospital or to help.” (M/N) commented as he looked away from the other, a part of him feeling bad for the other's misfortune of being stuck in a situation as strange as this one. The muffled music filled the tense air as the two sat down next to one another, leaning into each other's company after all who else to rely on than a stranger? 

“You wanna dance?” (M/N) broke the silence as the song continued from behind them, the question breaking Peter out of his dazed mind as he hesitated before nodding. (M/N) getting up as he and Peter walked to a secluded area of the venue, the music slightly louder as they were near the speakers, Peter placed his hands on (M/N)’s shoulder and the other took the man’s hand as they laced their fingers together, (M/N)’s other hand placed onto Peter’s waist as the two slow danced. It was botched up as Peter could smell the clear aroma of booze within the other man as they stumbled occasionally stepping on one another’s feet earning themselves a good laugh. “You’re a terrible dancer” Peter laughed, his words nothing but the truth. “I’m drunk, I’m usually a great dancer.”

“Talking about your clear unsober-ness, you need a ride?” Peter whispered knowing the man wasn’t in any condition to drive besides it wasn’t like he had a car to even drive back, the question earning Peter a nod from (M/N) as they both pulled away from each other as Peter began walking out and heading towards the parking lot before being pulled in by (M/N). “You know we have to say goodbye to the newlyweds, right?” Peter had the misfortune of agreeing that it would be beyond rude if they didn’t, as the two walked into the loud open area where the guests all were the slow dance over as they saw Gwen and Harry making conversation with some of the guests.

The two men walked up to them as Peter cleared his throat gaining attention from the two as he began to talk, “Hey guys, sorry to interrupt but I have to head out already.” Earning sad stares from the two “already? The party started less than an hour ago, you can’t be seriously leaving already.” Gwen spoke up first as she looked at Peter. “Yeah man, you usually stay late. I know you don’t have work tomorrow, did something happen? Did somebody tell you something? You know we’ll handle it right?” Harry spoke right after Gwen. “What? No it’s nothing like that, I offered them a ride because I’m pretty sure they hit the booze a bit too much and they don’t have a ride” Peter replied pointing towards (M/N), letting the two’s concerns die down.

“Why don’t they just get a cab?” Harry mumbled under his breath, it wasn’t meant to come out as rude and yet it slightly did. Peter sighed as he shook his head, before speaking once more “I don’t think it’s safe getting a cab in New York half drunk” Harry had to agree there as it didn’t take long for the two newlyweds to accept Peter’s leave as they said their goodbyes as well as (M/N) saying his goodbyes, the two men finally leaving as they walked to Peter’s car; a black Range Rover Sport. ‘Fancy Car…’ (M/N) spoke in his mind as he checked out the car Peter unlocked the car got into the driver's seat and (M/N) followed suit and got into the passenger side. (M/N) mumbling out his address to Peter as the long ride began back to Queens. 

“You don’t live as far from where I live…” Peter commented as he drove, the radio silently playing in the background. “Really?” – “Yeah, 10 minutes away I believe” – “What are the odds…” (M/N) whispered as he rested his head against the window of the car, seeing the street lights pass by them the two eventually getting to (M/N)’s apartment complex. As Peter put on his emergency lights the other got off and closed the door behind him, the window rolling down directly afterwards. “Thanks for the ride, Peter. I appreciate it” (M/N) spoke as he leaned against the frame of where the window was. “Don’t mention it, thanks for the almost empty booze and listening to my tragic love life” Peter joked as he laughed. “Hey anything for a suffering stranger, seriously though keep your head up. I’m sure you’ll find somebody great one day…but if you need a friend to talk gimmie a call or a text any works.” (M/N) suggested as he took out a pen from his pocket and an old receipt scribbling his number onto it and leaving it on Peter’s dashboard. “I’ll make sure to bug you whenever I can…stranger” – “Can’t wait”

A car behind them honking its horn tore them both out of the conversation as (M/N) quickly waved his goodbye as he saw Peter drive away, taking that as his cue to make his way quickly into his apartment complex. Who knew meeting up with a stranger would be quite an interesting side quest? Entering was greeted by his adoptive brother, Eugene ‘Flash’ Thompson, who was on the couch.

“Well look what the cat dragged in, thanks so much for stranding me at the wedding!” (M/N) spoke as he smacked his brother's head, sitting on the opposite side of the couch. “Sorry, I got caught up in a moment, I was blowing up your phone. How’d you even get home?” Flash commented as he didn’t bother looking at the other his eyes focused on the screen of the television that played the basketball game. “I got a ride, no thanks to you.” – “who gave you a ride?” – “Some guy named Peter Parker.”

The name caused Flash to go wide-eyed as he spit out the water in his mouth that he was about to drink, “You got a ride from WHO?!”

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[cumikering]

Soft Gaz x reader

2.1k | comfort, fluff, confession

My second submission to @glitterypirateduck ‘s Gazfest! (one-shot, what did you just say)

“So we’re both single now, huh,” Gaz tried to lighten the mood, glancing at you as he drove off.

You chuckled dryly. “I guess so.”

It was evident were still emotional after your conversation half an hour ago.

He had texted you last night asking if you were free for lunch as he was going to be in the area to run errands. When he called to let you know he was on his way to pick you up, he didn’t expect you to be in tears, telling him you had broken up with your boyfriend.

“How are you feeling?” he asked tentatively.

“This was weeks ago, before your last deployment. I’m still pissed off… and sad, but I can say I’m doing much better now, which is why I could finally tell you.” You sighed. “I know it’s a bit late, but you know me. I always need some time to myself before I can talk about stuff.”

Indeed, he did. “Do you want to tell me what happened?”

“I found out he’d been constantly lying to me for years now. Just that I was too stupid to see it, because I trusted him.”

“Can I say something?” He stole a glance. “I always thought you were too good for him.”

“Oh, really now?” you teased. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“Well, is it working?”

“A little, I guess.”

“No, but I mean it. I’ve known you a few years now, and I feel I know what you’re like. I don’t think he deserved you - that’s all.”

You shook your head, smiling.

“You don’t believe me. Really, you were already with Hayden when we met so I was in no position to say anything about that. Ask Alex, we make fun of him every once in a while we game.” He deadpanned, “We think he’s more than a bit of a man-child.”

Alex was his sixth form friend and your uni friend. You met when Alex hosted a BBQ at his place some years ago. He pointed Kyle in your direction when he asked who brought the mind-blowing tray of nachos. He didn’t usually like going to large gatherings, especially when he didn’t even have much time off work, but that evening? Well, he was beyond glad he came.

Kyle was instantly drawn to your cheerful and outgoing personality. You lit up the room with your diamond mind and he could have talked to you for hours and hours – he was hooked from the start. Later that night, when he finally worked up the courage to ask you out, Hayden greeting you with a kiss was a punch to his gut.

You broke into a laugh. “I suppose that’s true, yeah.” You paused. “I just wish someone would have told me something.”

“You wouldn’t have listened anyway. And even if you did, then it would have been me to break you up, when it should be coming from you, not anyone else.”

“Oh God, I’m even more embarrassed now for staying for so long.” Your covered your face with a hand.

“I don’t think you should be embarrassed at all. It shows how patient and understanding you are, and every relationship needs that. It might feel like it’s a waste of time, but no relationship is. You always learn something about yourself.”

“That’s a good way to put it.” He could tell you were smiling even that you looked out the window. “I’m trying to be logical, but I still can’t help being mad at myself for taking so long to see the relationship as what it was. I wish someone hated me enough to tell me.”

His brows furrowed as he stole another glance. “Hate you? Why would anyone hate you? We care about you.”

“I know, I meant I wish someone hated me enough to call me out, someone who wouldn’t care about hurting my feelings or ruining my relationship. You guys are too nice.” You laughed to yourself. “I wish someone would have slapped the rose-coloured glasses off my face. I must have looked ridiculous anyway. Guess hindsight is always 20/20.”

“It takes time to get over it, but in the end you just have to own it.” He smiled. “It’s his problem he can’t see your worth and won’t treat you right.”

Kyle pulled up at the Italian restaurant he picked. Pasta would have comforted you a bit. Under the sun, your eyes glinted – even more gorgeous in natural light. The gentle wind ran through you hair, giving it a light tousle as you tried to hold it in place. He never told you you were the cutest with messy hair.

“How are you feeling, Kyle?” you asked after the waiter left with your order.

He shrugged. “I’m fine. We were just dating, nothing serious.”

He thought back to the last girl he was seeing for a few weeks – you must have heard from Alex. It didn’t take him long at all to see she wasn’t what he wanted, most importantly who he wanted.

“Were you ever serious?” you teased.

“Not in the past few years. Relationships take a lot of work, even more with my deployments and all. Why would you make it serious if you don’t even like the person? Now that would be a waste of time.”

You laughed. “Yeah, don’t be stupid like me.”

“Did you not even like him?”

“I did, I really did. It just hadn’t been the same since I found out about his lies last year. I tried to fix things, but it got more difficult the more lies I discovered, and I guess by then I had already started falling out of love.” You stared off into the distance. “I’m sad it had to end, because I really did love him. He was special to me. But now that I’m out of it, I can see how dysfunctional it was and I can say I’m much happier now even that I’m still picking up the pieces.”

“That’s great. I’m glad to hear you’re happier.” He smiled. “You deserve it.”

Your eyes twinkled at his words. “Thank you.”

Oh, you’re the sweetest thing. “You deserve someone who brings to the table as much as you do, someone who values you. Most importantly, you deserve someone who’s willing to fight for you.”

“You can stop with the sweet talking. You’re going to make me blush.”

He chuckled. “Busted.”

“While we’re at it, I’m curious. What have you learnt from dating so far?”

He took a moment to think. “The last few people didn’t actually teach me anything new. Just that you can’t get into dating hung up, or you’ll just keep getting disappointed, and it’s unfair for the other person.” He looked away, feeling silly pretending to not be talking about you. “Can’t go to KFC wanting to eat Nandos. It will just be a shitty imitation, like a placeholder that will never hit the spot.”

A solemn look replaced the smile on your face. “I didn’t realise you’re still hung up on your ex. It’s been years now.”

He shook his head. “Nah, not her. That took a while, but I’m definitely over her.” He paused. “You know, I always had a feeling Hayden didn’t like me. He always got quiet when we talked.”

“I wouldn’t say he didn’t like you, but he did say a few times he felt left out because he didn’t know a lot of the things we talked about. I think that made him a bit insecure.”

“I agree. I don’t think you know how much people like you, how you make everyone feel good around you so effortlessly. He can’t do that, and I think he was a bit envious about that too.”

“Okay, you really need to stop with the compliments, Kyle.”

The waiter served your orders. You hummed in delight after the first bite of your truffle pasta.

“Oh wow, this is lovely.”

He smiled, pleased with himself. “I hope you can take my recommendations seriously now, because I got a bunch of places I know you’d love.” More time with you now without having to worry about your boyfriend.

Another waiter cleared the table as you waited for dessert. By now you were more cheerful than when you first got in his car. You relaxed as you took in the quite atmosphere of the restaurant.

On the other hand, Kyle’s heart thumped against his ribcage at the anticipation of your reaction. He had been rehearsing this for the past hour, but before this, years - until he finally gave up to respect your relationship, unable to deny how happy you looked with Hayden. Despite that, you remained in his mind even if he was only a friend to you.

He cleared his throat. “I think I deserve to be honest.” He swallowed. “I’ve always liked you ever since I met you, far more than I’d like to admit.”

“W- what did you just say?”

“I tried so hard to forget you, but you just… get me. Being with you is so easy,” he continued. “I dated a few times over the years, but every time I meet someone new, I keep wishing it was you. I’m kissing them but pretending it’s you.”

You stared at him with wide eyes. He wasn’t expecting any positive feedback, but his heart only weighed heavier.

“Wow, that’s a lot to take in,” you said, blinking a few times. “I never believed when Hayden said you had feelings for me.”

“Okay, now that’s embarrassing.” His shoulders sagged as he averted his gaze. “Alex could tell instantly, but I didn’t realise Hayden could too. I thought I hid it well enough. I guess that explains the tension I kept feeling between us.” He let out a sheepish chuckle.

You were silent for a bit longer. “I’m sorry, I really don’t know what to say.”

“That’s fine. I wasn’t expecting an answer. I’m just happy to finally say it out loud.” He gave you a small smile. Maybe he could finally move on now.

“Truth be told, I was with Hayden the whole time I knew you, so I only saw you as a friend, as I should,” she began. “You’re such a wonderful bloke and I always enjoy spending time with you. I’m not proud to admit this, but I found myself wishing I could talk to him like I talk to you.”

He went limp at your words, knowing you thought about him at all sent his heart fluttering.

The waiter came back with your desserts at the most inopportune time, interrupting the words he’d imagined hearing from you for so long. His eyes lingered on his raspberry panna cotta, avoiding yours as the air hung heavy.

“Well, I can’t lie and say that I’m not at least a tiny bit happy you’re single,” he joked, willing for the tension to dissolve. ”I didn’t know you had your troubles, but if you say you’re happier now, which is the most important thing, then I’m happy for you too.”

When you didn’t respond, he glanced up to you looking away - your thinking stance.

“You don’t… Have to say anything, really.” He cast his gaze downwards as the silence stretched. ”I’m sorry for putting you on the spot. I know I’m risking the friendship, and as much as it hurts to imagine that, I feel I owe myself the relief of being honest. Even that I’m really regretting it right now.”

You were still deep in thought, he wasn’t even sure you heard him. He dug into his dessert, hoping it would soothe his nerves.

You took small, slow bites of your tiramisu. He stared at his plate as his heart sunk further and further. He prepared himself to endure the silent ride back to your place, which probably would be the last time he saw you. Or even if he was to see you again, you wouldn’t be the same. He had ruined your friendship, and with that he lost his favourite person too.

“I’m sorry. Please just- I don’t know what I was thinking-“ he finally blurted. The silence was too much to bear.

“Can I ask why you’re telling me this now?” You looked up.

He froze, gripping the little spoon. “Because it’s the closest thing I can get to a closure. It’s been torture, wanting something you can’t have.”

“I think…” you trailed off. “It’s not right now, but I’d love to give it a try.”

His eyes met yours as his heart leapt, unable to contain his grin. You smiled, biting your lower lip.

“I’ve waited three years. I don’t mind waiting a bit more. You’re worth it.”

My Gazfest art submission and fluff

My fellow Gaz simp: @sofasoap

[curtsycream]

Beside You

Rockstar!Eddie x Reader

When your lover invites you to a wedding you didn’t know was his until you got there. Leading you to rethink your life and meeting a rockstar.

She could never understand how a simple question could change a person’s world. But hearing the words “I do,” did just that and not for a good reason.

She remembers the wedding standing there as he said the words. The same words that ruined her inside and out. It happened so fast the kiss, the cheering, the dancing.

She wanted it to stop, it didn’t feel right to see him marry someone else. When she stood she had thought it over but it never came. How she would object to the wedding, how she would admit her love for him, and how he would choose her time and time again.

Yet none of that happened and none of it ever will she was simply too late. The moment she stood up she froze in place unsure of what to say or do. People stared momentarily as her internal battle raged on.

But the moment was lost as soon as it started when the kiss happened and they had something else to focus on.

It had only been a few weeks since that day and she still felt helpless. Her heart ached in anticipation that one day he would come to her and change his mind. But reality and delusion seemed to switch places in her mind. He never told her why he invited her when he was the groom and it seemed she would never know.

She wanted to disregard the wedding thinking she was made for him. That idea left her restless and unsure about what to do with her life. With an unsteady sigh she lights the cigarette in her hand as she stands on her balcony.

Her vision wavering as tears spill over skewing her vision. The sound of someone clearing their throat caused her to look over at the balcony beside her.

He was handsome big doe eyes, cherub features, and long curly brown hair. The look on his face was one of understanding rather than sympathy. She was grateful.

“What’s put you in such a foul mood, Birdy.”

Opening her mouth to speak she shook her head, “my own stupidity. Not being able to take a hint when a guy tells me he loves me yet invites me to his wedding.”

“Yikes,” he said putting his hands up in defense. “And I thought I had it bad because the cafe doesn’t have those fancy little fruit tarts. You win this round, Birdy.”

She didn’t intend to but how could she not crack a smile at his words. It was clear his attempt was to cheer her up and he did. Looking down at her cigarette she puts it out on the iron railing in front of her.

“Y/N.”

“Pretty name, looking for a last one?”

“Funny and handsome,” she said giving him a pointed look.

He winked at her before leaning over the iron railing towards her balcony, “what can I say I’m a real charmer. Though most people just call me Eddie.”

“And what do other people call you?” She asked leaning towards him.

The way the moonlight seemed to illuminate his eyes left her staring. Handsome was an understatement, he was something not yet defined by words.

“You call me lover,” he whispers to her.

Blinking she looked away to hide just how impressed she was. “I ask other people not me,” she let out in a rushed tone.

Shrugging he crosses his arms, “most people is everyone else but you.”

“That’s not how that works you’re making things up as you go, aren’t you?”

“Always, it’s how I work best.”

So lover what are you doing out here?”

Eddie was amused as he sighed dramatically, “well I was talking with this psychic. She read my palm earlier and told me I had to be on this balcony to meet this beautiful woman that needed someone to talk to. Have you seen her?”

“The beautiful woman?”

“Who?”

She rolled her eyes, “you’re lame.”

“Hey that’s no way to talk to your lover, where are your manners.”

“Oh my dearest apologies, maybe your psychic should have warned you about terrible jokes,” she replied.

Placing a hand on his chest he looked at her offended, “excuse you my jokes are amazing. Is this the thanks I get trying to cheer up a beautiful woman?”

“Who?”

“You’re so original,” he tells her with a teasing smile.

Smiling back at him she nods, “I know my jokes are amazing.”

“Our jokes, you can’t monopolize my jokes,” pointing at her Eddie gave her a warning look.

“I don’t think you used that word right.”

“Oh what you can use it better?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes I can, because I have a monopoly over your jokes.”

His eyes narrowed as he looked at her, “you just said what I said.”

“No, I said it better.”

“You think you’re funny,” his smile wider as he noticed she was holding back her laughter.

“I’m very original,” she laughed out.

“I bet,” he whispered watching her laugh without hesitation. In his eyes it was beautiful to watch someone let go and enjoy themselves. She was beautiful in a way he just couldn’t put his finger on. It was unexplainable.

A yawn ripped him from his thoughts as he noticed her covering her mouth. “I think someone’s ready for bed.”

“Maybe I’m a little tired.”

Shaking his head he looked her over, “I think a little is an understatement.”

Yawning once more she nods, “maybe I should sleep then.”

“Maybe you should.”

“Well goodnight lover,” she said slowly.

“Goodnight Birdy,” he responded just as slow.

Smiling at the nickname she turned to walk back into her hotel room. “Wait!”

Stopping she looks back over at him noticing how he held some of his hair to his lips. His eyes darting around before they focus on her. “I’m having a concert this weekend and if you want, you can come.”

“I’d love to,” she smiled this time went inside of her hotel room. The second she disappeared Eddie pumped his fists in the air, “fuck yeah.” He whispered to himself before going inside of his own hotel room.

Maybe a part two or no? Idk yet I just have this want to write about the other woman trope and weddings. If I make more parts it will be slowish burn because I like to drag things out and make the reader sad, happy, frustrated, horny, delighted, angry, then in love.

[multi-fandomsfreak]

May I ask for a 2BDamned x reader? But the reader is like the opposite of him: very bubbly, positive, and overall someone that no one would expect to be with someone like 2B.

Please?

2BDamned with a reader who’s the opposite of him

Hey there thanks for the ask!

Honestly I love 2BDamned so much he’s one of my favourites besides Deimos glad I’m writing for him as my first Fic back from requests being closed. Anyways, hope you enjoy this. ~Blaze/Dawn

Pronouns: Not Mentioned

Warning: ❌

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: 2BDamned + Main Trio (Hank + Sanford + Deimos)

Proofread: ❌

Credits: Art by neonmckillme on DeviantArt + Banner by Saturnap on Pinterest

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- Honestly when you and 2BDamned first met he honestly didn’t know what to make of you. He’s pretty much used to seeing violence from Nevada as well as aggression so when he sees you as a person who is all cheerful and positive he can’t help but be slightly suspicious of you at first. He was constantly thinking that you may or may not have any motive in your kindness but somehow and eventually after a while you somehow convinced him that you don’t mean any harm and he believed you.

- Ever since then the two of you have pretty much been attached to each other, whenever he needs help your one of the first people he asks because he trusts you plus he really likes having you around him even if he doesn’t openly say it out loud he tries his best to return the favours in his own way. Even if it’s something as simple as helping you like something or hanging out with you without being bothered by anything or anyone he’ll do it. Oddly enough for him he finds your personality very soothing despite the two of you being complete opposites.

- Due to this it’s no wonder that he started to get attached to you. He found himself thinking about you a lot. From things ranging something as innocent from the two of you chatting to each other to more romantic things. At first he wasn’t sure how to deal with this. He really appreciated you as a friend but thinking of you and him as more than friends he started to feel things. Obviously he did try his best to make you think everything was alright because he didn’t ruin anything between you two and even though that deep down you wouldn’t judge him even if you were to reject him but still he couldn’t help it. But eventually you managed to get that confession out of him and luckily for him you accepted them to which he was really happy.

- Even before the two of you got together people were really surprised that the two of you, mostly the main trio. They were confused on how the hell did 2BDamnded of all people manage to become friends and eventually later on date you. They weren’t going to complain, obviously they were very happy that he had met you and welcomed you in. Just be prepared to receive some teasing from either Deimos or Sanford (Mostly Deimos probably), Hank would leave the two of you alone and let you two do your own thing. He was just glad (in his own way) that 2BDamned found someone he really appreciates.

- With the two of you being together regardless if you and him were dating or just friends he’s definitely protective over you. He just doesn’t want to make sure that people take your bubbly personality for granted because he knows that some of them will do it and if he does find out someone has he’ll make sure they learn a thing or two. He might result to violence but regardless the person will not bother you again.

- He likes to smile, just seeing your lips curve into one immediately makes him happy especially if he was in a bad mood before. He would do anything to put a smile on your face even more if you're upset with yourself. He doesn’t like it when you're upset so he would do anything to make you happy. Even if it means embarrassing himself for you, if it gets you to smile he would be willing to take the risk.

- Overall, despite the place you're in, 2BDamned is top boyfriend/friendship material and you can’t convince me otherwise.

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[lfghughes]

Light a Fire

a/n: i’m going to be honest about this request, i loved writing it but i know 0 about f1 except from a few videos i see on tiktok so dont hate me

“What do you even know about F1?” Mat laughed and all that really did was irritate you. You could feel your cheeks start to burn, a good indication of your annoyance. Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything at all to him. But then he would have gotten irritated that you didn’t tell him you were seeing someone. “Oh I’m sorry, do all of your exes have extensive knowledge on hockey? Is that a requirement?”

His eyes widened slightly at your snippiness towards him and instead he held his hands up in surrender. “I don’t get why you’re getting so defensive over a joke.” Both of you had been friends for years and this was one of those rare moments that you would consider a fight. Usually Mat was the person you’d go to for anything and everything but right now he was making it really easy to not want to talk to him.

“Whatever Mat, anyways. Lando is flying in later today. I was going to invite you to get food and drinks with us later but don’t bother showing up if you’re going to be annoying.” That was a clear warning because last thing you wanted was for your dinner to be ruined by Mat saying something rude or being this weird version of himself. “I’ll be there. Got to make sure he’s cool.” He left it at that and you weren’t really in the mood to keep on talking so instead you gave him the details he would need for later.

Once at the restaurant you didn’t even think about the irritating events from earlier, not as you and Lando walked up to the table he had reserved. But when you caught sight of Mat you did feel some nerves in your stomach and silently willed him to be on his best behavior. “Hey, I’m Mat.” He held his hand out for a handshake as Lando returned it. “She’s told me a lot about you.” Which was true because Mat was in a lot of your stories but you couldn’t help but pick up on the slight tone of irritation in his voice.

Throughout the dinner there were slight bits of attitude here and there coming from both guys and honestly by the time the food came out you were ready to just be back home. This wasn’t going the way you wanted it to. “You’re still coming to my game tomorrow right?” Mat asked and you wanted to hit your head against your hand because how could you forget. It was a pretty important one for him and he had asked days back if you wanted tickets.

“Actually we already have plans for tomorrow.” Lando started and Mat let out a laugh that let you know he was pissed. “Could you maybe get one extra ticket? I’m sure we could adjust our plans.” You asked, hopeful at least that maybe just maybe Mat would be okay with this and not hold it over you. “It’s last minute and I already got tickets for my dad too. I can’t just give out tickets, you know that.” 

With those words being said, Mat pulled his wallet out, pulling out a $100 bill and putting it on the table. “I’m going to head out, sorry to be rude.” And he was exiting the building. What was his problem? “I’ll be right back.” You quickly said and followed him on out. “Mat, wait.” You called out after him as you stepped outside in the cool air. Mat paused, turning around slowly and you could tell he was definitely upset.

“I’m sorry I forgot about the game. You know I wanted to be there.” But you also felt bad canceling on Lando when he had flown out here. “You just don’t get it, do you? You don’t see it and I don’t know how. Call me when you figure it out.” He went to turn around and your head was spinning slightly from his words, you had no clue what he was talking about. “Mathew what are you talking about?” You noticed the pause from using his full first name and he turned back around again. “I’m in love with you and you don’t even see it.”