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hansensgirl · 1 year

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🪽— 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐱

summary. | Steve Rogers is a good man. You’re a good woman. Emotional affairs are harder than they seem.

pairings. | Steve Rogers x fem!reader, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter, fem!reader x OMC (brief), Peggy Carter x Daniel Sousa

warnings. | ANGST, light smut, allusions to sex, cheating, emotional affairs, pregnancy (not the reader), crying, bad family, sadness, age gap, power dynamics (boss x employee), Christmas, heavy petting, kissing, broken vase (accidentally), sadness, drinking, smoking, nightmares, mild argument, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

word count. | ~2.5k

author's note. | hi! i'm sort of back. i'm very sorry for my hiatus. here's a new fic! this is based on the lyrics from Phoebe Bridgers' Savior Complex, which is one of my favourite songs of all time. let me know what you think! taglist: @hansensfics. i might delete this one, but please don’t save it or upload it anywhere. thanks! MINORS DNI! 18+ ONLY!

He’s your boss. You work directly under him.

He isn’t bossy. Really, it’s an issue. Every time he gives you a task, he says ‘sorry’ first and finishes the order with another apology. You tell him he doesn’t have to apologize, but you’ve got the same problem as well. It’s always atonement for something you haven’t even done. You wouldn’t hurt a fly unless it hurt him.

Mr. Rogers is very nice. He has a secret office that he lets you stay in whenever you want. There’s a couch from one country and a desk from another. Each item is foreign in this room.

You’re always so tired, but he tells you to avoid caffeine. He gives you a blanket and tells you to lie down. You listen at first but can never relax. Not when you know he’ll be alone.

The honesty was a mistake at first. Mr. Rogers is so sensitive that he feels what you feel. He knows you so well that if something’s wrong, he’ll bother you until confession. You tell him almost anything, biting your tongue when you know you get too close to baring your entire soul.

The male friend of yours who keeps asking you out. The exams you study for to no avail. Your parents’ absence. Mr. Rogers—Steve, he insists—is a good listener and very wise. It makes sense. He’s much older than you and was on his own adventures when you were born.

The adventures are where he met his wife. Her name is Margaret, and she’s everything you aren’t. She’s headstrong and beautiful beyond words. She’s good with numbers and brilliant. She knows what she wants and will stop at nothing to get them.

Peggy is a real keeper. The wedding rings on their fingers prove this well.

Nothing more than a few kisses and caresses have intertwined you and Steve. Nothing physical, at least.

You’re quiet around him. Never say anything more than a sentence. You shy away when your eyes met, especially if he says something sweet.

Words take up the space as you grow closer. Steve is particularly good with words, whereas you often stutter and blend words together.

And sometimes, there is complete silence. It’s contentful. He replies to emails, and you sort through the pile of mess in the corner.

You tell him your dreams, and he tells you the ones he’s already fulfilled. What he studied in school, his family, his friends, his favourite country he’s been to. Nothing about Peggy—neither of you can bear it.

Unless she’s done something that’s hurt his feelings—like when she swears she doesn’t talk to Daniel Sousa anymore, but he hears them calling late at night.

Sometimes, Steve talks for so long that it gets dark, and your shift is over. He pays you extra—or, at least, tries to. You never take the money because nothing was lost. You enjoy the little time you have with him.

He takes you home, wanting you to avoid walking down the street in the pitch-black evening.

His car is a mess—the same as his office. He apologizes sincerely and pushes everything in the front seat to the back. The directions consist of “take a left” and “keep going straight.” You assume he’ll forget it. You don’t know how much this means to him.

Steve stays parked outside your building when you rush to your room. You live on the bottom floor and are right by the entrance. You’re a movie’s heroine when you throw yourself on your bed and giggle, butterflies filling your stomach.

He is something. The scriptwriter has Steve’s dialogue under his name but with “CHARACTER: TBA” in parentheses. No one knows if the film will be completed. No one knows how it will end.

Mr. Rogers stays parked outside, forehead resting against his steering wheel, and he’s trying to get a hold of his nerves.

Eventually, he grabs his pack of cigarettes that he always hides from Peggy. She often reminds him of his mother—without the sagacity. She tells Steve what he should or shouldn’t do a lot. He hasn’t lived since he breathed you in.

He smokes with the windows up, tears flowing down his face because he knows this can’t happen. He cannot betray his wife, but he doesn’t want to hurt you.

Steve comes to you on a starry night. You can see the moon and something else twinkling through the trees, and he rings your doorbell.

When you open the door, he’s a large man cowering like a small child. He wants to cry—you can tell. His mouth is in a frown that won’t disappear, and his eyes are glassy.

He’s drunk when he practically falls on top of you. He is slurring apologies that you know are unnecessary. His breath smells of whiskey, and he’s very heavy. You’ve fantasized about him on top of you during restless sleeps, but not quite like this.

Somehow, you crawl out from underneath the older, married man. You know it would be fruitless to lift Steve up, so you drag him to your bedroom.

You keep the door to the bathroom open and bring a bucket as well. The water on your bedside table is his now, and so is the charger and landline. Anything he wants of yours, he can have. He doesn’t even have to ask.

It’s hard to sleep when the one you desire so profoundly is in your bed, sadder than he should be. He drifts off with ease, but he’s violent in his tossing and turning. He shines with sweat and tears, soaking your sheets with his scent. You’re not sure if you’ll wash them. It’s a nightmare you can’t rouse him from, one that you don’t dare to ask him about the next morning.

Steve must’ve woken up on the wrong side of the bed. It’s small, too small for his big being. Or maybe it’s his hangover—perhaps even hunger. You offer to make whatever, but he grumbles.

He’s not sure why he’s taking his disappointment out on you. He wasn’t trying to test you, but you should’ve turned him away. You should’ve told him to go back home to his wife with her expected child inside her womb, but you don’t know this terrible secret. If you did, it would tear you apart from the inside out. This, he knows, for sure.

Mr. Rogers doesn’t say much to you in the morning, drinking two cups of coffee and staring out the window. You sit across him, and he looks past your face—the very visage he can never seem to tear his eyes away from.

“You shouldn’t have let me stay,” he finally says.

“Why not?” you ask, “you came here yourself. I could never turn you away.”

“You need to. You need to go out and, I don’t know, spend time with boys your age. Boys who don’t have wives or girlfriends they won’t leave you for.”

You flinch as if he’s raised one of his gentle hands.

Steve sighs. “That’s not what I meant. I think the lines between us have blurred. We’re not doing the right thing here, honey.”

You can’t look up, can’t face him. You wish this wasn’t the topic. You wish he had told you about his dream instead, and you would have told him yours. The one where he leaves you, the one where he gets his happy ever after with Peggy, and you get nothing.

He gives you a kiss on the head and bids you goodbye. You’re happy you have a day off tomorrow.

It’s almost Christmas, about two weeks since the conversation. Steve tries to make things seem normal. Normal in the sense that he hasn’t made his employee fall hopelessly in love with him. Then, normal in the sense that Peggy doesn’t exist, and he can still keep you in his arms until a customer comes in.

You go on dates with your guy friend like Mr. Rogers has insisted, but they’re unfulfilling. He often prefers to stay home and rent a movie, followed by sloppy kisses and dry humping that is unsatisfactory for only you.

“You don’t have to go out with only him,” Steve reminds you one day. You’re in his lap and he’s just finished reading through his entire diary with you. Most pages are about the employee he’s infatuated with, few are about his wife.

“I know. I just don’t want anyone else but you,” you tell him.

Moments later, his mouth is on your neck and his hand is up your skirt. You’re just about to come when a delivery man walks in, calling your boss’ name.

The shop is closed for a week, and your father has invited you to visit him and his new family. Your step-sisters are older and runway-ready. They have wonderful jobs and husbands that aren’t seeing women younger than them.

It’s like a closed practice. An event you can only watch from afar. You have no place here, even if your stepmother cleaned the guest room for you. You book a new plane ticket so you can go home early. You don’t make an excuse because they don’t even ask why; they just bid you goodbye.

You land at a horrible hour. There are too many taxis that families need—families trying to have a nice, hurt-free holiday.

And so you call Steve, and he answers on the first ring.

“Hello?” he greets, and you can sense some kind of anxiety in his voice.

“Um, hi. Happy holidays,” you tell him, nervous beyond belief as well.

His voice is smooth like honey, crooning in your frost-bitten ear.

“Happy holidays, baby,” he says. Peggy isn’t nearby.

“Uh, I’m at the airport. I was with my dad’s family, but I left. I don’t know how to get home. All the taxis are taken up.”

“I’m on my way, okay? Just sit tight, sweetie.”

“Thank you,” you exhale, “thank you so much, Steve.”

“Anything for my girl.”

When he arrives, he finds a place to quickly park. He takes your sole suitcase out of your hands and presses a chaste kiss to your lips.

It’s sudden.

Mr. Rogers—your boss, a married man—is kissing you like you’re his only lover. Like he’s your boyfriend, and he’s missed you dearly.

You lean in for more, and he pulls away. Smiling, he opens the car door for you.

He takes the long way home, the ones with few cars driving alongside.

“I didn’t know you left,” he eventually says.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. It was a last-minute thing.”

“No, no. Don’t apologize. I went to your place to say ‘hi,’ but no one was home.”

“I should’ve told you. I really am sorry,” you profess.

Steve places a finger on your mouth, shushing you. His hand moves to cup your cheek, and you push your face further into his palm.

“Thank you for picking me up,” you whisper, looking at him intently.

“I’m glad you called me. I missed you. I would do anything for you.”

You say nothing to that. You turn the radio on and the last song is one you recommended to him. You both hum the lyrics until it ends, and he turns it off.

“I always enjoy it when you drive me,” you confess after a while.

“Oh yeah? Why?” he smiles.

“You’re careful. You don’t go too fast or slow. You know what you’re doing. You’re such a pro at it,” you explain, slightly self-conscious of your reasoning.

“That all?” Steve teases, raising his eyebrows.

“Hm… No… I love your hands.” You giggle.

“Yeah? I know you do, baby. Always starin’ at them. I bet you think of them touching you all the time,” he rasps, briefly letting go of the wheel to rub at his beard.

You squeeze your thighs, mind already turning with scenarios where Steve touches you like a starved man.

His hand on your face moves back to your mouth, thumb swiping your bottom lip before pushing in. You suck on the digit, giving it the treatment you would to his cock. When you reach out to touch him, the car suddenly halts.

He stops on the side of the road, eyes watering. Regret etches his features, and you know what’s to come.

“We can’t,” Steve says, pulling his finger out. “Not yet, at least.”

“I know” is all you have to give.

Peggy visits the store in early March. Underneath her shirt is a small baby bump.

When you see it, your heart stops.

Steve brushes past you to lead her away, examining your face for hurt. You’re behind the shelves and watch the couple, your mouth parted with your eyes threatening to leak. You turn and head towards the back, choosing to hide somewhere so you can fall apart in solitude.

Mr. Rogers watches as you leave. He wishes you would look back and give him something, anything. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He wasn’t supposed to hurt you this way. But he did, and he will try to make it right.

Peggy leaves eventually, and Steve closes the store early. He searches for you, listening for a sniffle or movement.

You sit on the floor, a broken vase next to you. He quickly nudges the debris away so you don’t get hurt.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he says, looking down at you. You look up, eyes bloodshot, and you stare at him with something he can’t place. He envelopes you in a hug, and you can feel his erratic heart clamouring against your face.

“Come with me to the office, please,” Steve begs.

You shake your head.

“You ask too much of me, Steve. You have a wife and an innocent child on the way. We can’t keep doing this.”

“No, no. Please, just come. Please, honey,” he pleads once more. “At least hit me, yell at me, tell me to go fuck myself.”

“Why would I? I’m happy for you. You’re getting what you’ve always wanted.” Your voice cracks, and you force a smile. Steve sees through it all.

“No. I want you—I love you. But I don’t have you, do I? Listen, I’ll leave her. I’ll still be a good father, even though I know that’s not my kid at all. We’ll go elsewhere. Move into a nice home and do whatever we want,” he rambles.

Strong Mr. Rogers breaks apart in front of you. You take him into your arms, and you both cry together.

You’re the one that leads him to his office. You sit on the couch with him and notice that his wedding band is gone. He always wears it when Peggy comes by, but he didn’t this time.

“That night you took me in—I dreamt of you. I dreamt you weren’t mine, and you didn’t love me anymore. I messed something up and didn’t fix it. It was the worst nightmare I’ve ever had,” Steve admits.

You don’t say anything. As much as the whole ordeal hurts you, as terrible as what you’ve done to a woman and her child, you can’t let Steve go. Neither can he. It’ll have to end someday, just not now. Not yet.

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exhuastedpigeon · 7 months

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Buddie Hiatus Fic Recs - Month 5 Sept 16 - Oct 15

my all time favourite buddie fic is on this list. can you guess which one? 😂

0-5k

Morning After by glorious_spoon / @glorious-spoonTeen | 1k The bed is empty when Buck wakes up.

you’re looking like you fell in love tonight by devirnis / @devirnis Gen | 1.1k Eddie is on top of him, clinging to him like a koala bear, snoring softly into Buck’s collarbone.

Buck’s traitorous heart soars in his chest.

Through The Open Window by inkinmyheartandonthepage / @inkinmyheartandonthepageGen | 2.1k At the reception of Maddie and Chimney wedding, Eddie stumbles across a Buckley sibling moment and overhears something he probably wasn't meant to hear just yet.

and i always will by Maira / @carrierofthepaperclips Mature | 2.3k the one where Eddie answers the wrong phone

The Night Shift by Veronae Teen | 2.3k “I think I’m in love with Eddie.” Heart pounding against his breastbone, Eddie gripped the handrail of the staircase so hard his fingers turned numb. Buck. That was Buck’s voice.

and all of my peaches are ruined for you by oklahoma / @sunshinediaz Explicit | 4.1k Buck asks to breed Eddie one morning and, well, Eddie isn't going to say no.

5k-10k

reassure me with your praise by honestlydarkprincess / @honestlydarkprincessExplict | 5.3k the one where Buck is concerned he might be bad in bed and Eddie has a solution.

hope is a sword by jeeyuns / @jeeyuns Teen | 5.4k “Did it nick the femoral artery?” Eddie mutters to Chim, hands gentle as he cuts through the fabric of Buck’s turnout pants to get a better look. Buck has a glimmer in his tired eyes as Eddie looks up and catches his gaze. He can hear the bright laughter in his mind as Buck relays a dirty joke about getting into his pants with a twitch of his lips and a scrunch of his nose.

Make So Much Smoke it Sparks a Fire by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels / @letmetellyouaboutmyfeelsExplicit | 7.2k Incubi and succubi are not about sex. They're about lust. Desire. The build up. Driving you so insane that sex is all you can think about, all you want, all you need. Pushing you right over the edge.

Something Dumb to Do by glorious_spoon / @glorious-spoon Explicit | 8.5k Buck and Eddie try something out together.

Hot and Heavy by 42hrb Explicit | 9.4k Five times Eddie had casual sex with someone who wasn't Buck and the time they finally got their shit together

10k-20k

baby, you drive me wild by wikiangela / @wikiangela Explicit | 10.9k Buck and Eddie have car sex on the side of the road.

it still beats steady (this heart i handed you for free) by oklahoma / @sunshinediaz Mature | 12.8k “Have you seen Eddie?”

Albert looks up at him, frowning. “Did they not tell you?” he asks, wrinkling his brow. He wipes the back of his hand over his forehead, smearing soot and sweat and wet ash like watercolor paint. “He’s on his way to the hospital. Jonah’s with him.”

It’s Not the Roaring Dream, It’s the Silent Lightning by giselleslash / @gigi-gigi Mature | 15.2k the one where Buck is married to Eddie in a coma dream and he doesn’t want to let the dream go.

20k - 30k

Four Can Keep a Secret by Daisies_and_Briars / @cal-daisies-and-briars Teen | 20.1k When Ravi and Hen accidentally see Buck and Eddie, who are trying hard to keep their new relationship a secret, in the middle of a romantic moment, they try to make them confess without the rest of the station finding out. Shenanigans ensue.

but i can see all along, love (it was you all the way down) by diazchristopher / @captain-hen Mature | 28.8k eddie confesses his feelings for buck. buck is absolutely, a hundred percent sure that he does not feel the same way.

the universe has different plans.

30k +

Claim Your Ghost by Daisies_and_Briars / @cal-daisies-and-briarsTeen | 32.k After a near death experience on a call, Eddie starts having strange hallucinations of people who have died. There’s definitely no way he’s seeing ghosts, right? Because Eddie doesn’t believe in ghosts…

Hot Ghost Problems by ebjameston / @ebjameston Teen | 40.9k The ghost would prefer to go by Buck, if Eddie wouldn’t mind.

Even in Winter There is Eranthis by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels / @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels Explicit | 45.4k Buck is supposedly a god. Supposedly. But he's got no idea what his domain is or what role he plays in Olympus. When he meets Christopher, a young boy lost and trying to find his father, he helps Chris get home - and ends up accidentally binding himself to the Underworld.

Pick a Star on the Dark Horizon (Follow the Light) by Bob_loblaws_lawblog / @buddierightsExplicit | 57.4k When Eddie learns that he's getting stationed on the other side of the country, he's faced with a reality where Buck isn't a part of his daily life. Neither of them are prepared for a life without the other. Their solution? To get married.

Month 1 (May 15 - June 15) Month 2 (June 16 - July 15) Month 3 (July 16 - August 15) Month 4 (August 16 - September 15)

#buddie #buddie hiatus fic recs #buddie fic rec #rec list

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vintagesuga · 7 months

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☆Skz and Your relationship

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Ot8 Stray Kids/ gn! Reader

Warning: none

Summary: How private Stray Kids would be with your relationship. With both Stay and the members.

a/n: I didn't know how to title this, so I'm just rolling with it. 👍🏻

Chan will want to take things cautiously. He would always put your needs before his and if that means not telling anyone he is dating you, then so be it. He would totally ask if it's ok if he tells anyone and if you tell him no, he will respect that. If you are comfortable with people knowing then Chan would only tell the boys. He would prolong telling the media and Stay just because he knows how hard it can be being in the spotlight. Plus he would never want to willingly subject you to all the hate and shade some people throw their way. He wants only the best for you and your guy's relationship. Because this man is absolutely in love with you and never wants to lose you.

Minho would definitely put off telling people about your relationship only because he wants you all to himself. He doesn't necessarily want the media knowing so he will fight tooth and nail, however long it takes, just for your relationship to be private. He just feels like this is the one thing he is allowed to keep to himself. He definitely told the members once you were okay with it because he loves them and he loves you. He wants the people he loves most to be friends so that way he can rant and rave about his wonderful partner. He literally can’t shut up when your name comes up in conversation. Heart eyes and lovesick smile 100%. He doesn’t care if anyone teases him, he is just so in love with you.

Changbin would be like Minho to some degree. He would want to tell the members right away only for the simple fact that he wants them to know how amazing you are. Literally will talk anyone's ear off about how much he loves you. He would like to keep the relationship private from the media and Stay just because he knows they can be ruthless sometimes and he wants to protect you from that for as long as possible. He would ask once if you were ready to publicize your relationship and if you told him no he would wait for you to come to him. He definitely doesn't want to rush it. He has chosen you to be his one and only and he will stick beside you no matter what.

Hyunjin would tell the members right away, even before you two officially start dating. I just feel like he is very open with them. He wants to have an outlet to gush about his partner so for sure the first ones to hear about you were the rest of 00’ line. He would just be so proud to show you off to anyone who asks (and to who doesn't ask). This boy doesn’t let Stay know until he wants to. Hear me out, poor baby had it ruff in the past, going on hiatus. So because of this, I feel like he takes extra care not to accidentally blab about you on live. Even if he really wants to, he just doesn’t want to go through that again. He also loves you too much to lose you.

Jisung would 100% tell all the members the moment you start dating. It was never going to be a secret from them. I feel like when he is in love with someone he would just end up linking everything he does or sees with his partner. They're making a love song and Jisung automatically thinks of you. He sees something cute at a shop, he has already bought all the variations for you. Since he is so open with the members it was only a matter of time before he let it slip to Stay. He would be live and one of the boys would mention your favorite show or something similar and Jisung would automatically be like “Oh yeah me and (Name) just finished rewatching it.” His whole life flashes before his eyes right then and there.

Felix is just like Jisung. He is so in love with you that he just has to tell the members. It’s a necessity rather than a want. Every other word out of his mouth is your name, and he is constantly texting you and calling. He is so sweet and caring he just wants to make sure you know he loves you, since it's hard to see each other sometimes due to his tight schedule. On a live someone asks where he got a piece of clothing or jewelry and without missing a beat he would go, “(Name) got it for me, their so cute.” Felix panic ends the live, and immediately texts you a string of apologies. Only after you guys talk does he do damage control with the company and Stay.

Seungmin’s personal life is an enigma and he will make sure it stays that way. He is determined to keep you to himself and out of the public eye. He is just someone who doesn’t want all of his life publicized, and rightfully so. Sometimes he does feel bad when you guys can’t go on regular dates or post about each other, but you reassure him that you are fine with the way things are. He is so sweet too. His family knows about you but he just never got around to telling the members. They find out when you show up at the dorm with like a pair of Seungmin’s shoes or something. They're like “WTF YOU’RE HIS WHAT NOW!?” Stay definitely doesn’t find out until you guys are like married or something.

Jeongin is also cautious. He tells the members only after maybe a month or two into the relationship when he is certain that it's serious. He would want someone to give him advice because I feel like he would be scared to mess anything up. He isn’t one for voicing it but you could just tell that he is so in love. He buys things that remind him of you and treats you so kindly, soft baby. He wouldn’t tell Stay right away either but he would want to tell them at some point in your relationship. He loves you and he loves Stay so he would want to share you with them and them with you. He is just so sweet it melts your heart, you couldn’t possibly deny him anything.

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banquetwriter · 2 months

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hiii!! Could you do a fem fluff where the reader and Johnnie are secretly dating and Tara accidentally blurts it out at a party while drunk😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😛😛😛😛😛😛😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😘😘😘😘😘🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰!!! PLS AND TY!!!!

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pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ Johnnie & tara disrespect readers boundaries (but it’s ok lol), lots of fluff

summary: ʚ when tara blurts out your dating johnnie only to find out they both are telling people ʚ

Words: 2164

An: sorry for my hiatus </3

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Most people (the average citizen) would call a lot of drama that goes around the internet fake. It's a reasonable thought. A publicity stunt to gain followers or traction. What most don't realize is a lot of shit is real.

There were so many hookups and breakups that the public doesn't and will never know. The same goes for hiding relationships. You and Johnnie Guilbert had been hiding your relationship for only a few months.

It was hidden mostly from the public, people like Tara, Jake, and Carrington all knew. But you couldn't tell everyone. Not that they would intentionally tell anyone but accidents happen.

So keeping it from people at parties and such was something that you both had to deal with, for now, at least. It wouldn't stay like this forever and you both understood that.

It was just new right now and you wanted some privacy together first. So as you waited for your boyfriend to arrive at the party. You had been drinking and were feeling good, Tara however was hammered.

“Hey it's Jake, my best friend!” she squeaked running over to him as he and Johnnie entered. Her arms flew around him and he rolled his eyes hugging her back. They both walked over to say hi to people.

Your eyes turned back to Johnnie who was making a B line for you. “Hey,” he whispered breathlessly, smiling at you. You hadn't seen him in a few days and he had very clearly missed you. “Hey there, you're a sight for sore eyes.” and maybe because of his pure beauty, you whispered.

He laughs slightly leaning towards you. “What?” you laugh slightly turning to his ear. The pounding music creates an invisible barrier between you and your love. “You are a sight for sore eyes.” you borderline yell in his ear.

He pulls away from you with a big smile, his hand subconsciously finding its way to your waist. You lean into his touch and the abhorrent music blasts through the room. As you rest your head against his chest you take in the party.

This was definitely a PR move of some kind. Everyone there was an influencer of some kind, whether it was a YouTuber or Instagram model the venue was filled with some of the most talked about people.

You smirked knowing some sort of drama was bound to happen tonight. Someone cheating knew someone, or maybe a dating scandal. Who knows?

Unfortunately for you, that very silly scandal would be your life for the next few days. Tara and Jake approached the two of you. Both smiling watching their best friends in love. Johnnie's hand was holding your waist slightly still.

“I think I saw Vinnie come in, I'm gonna go say hi!” Tara screams at you. You pull away from Johnnie slightly with a smile putting your hands on her shoulders as she turns away. She turns back to you at your contact. She had a confused look on her face. “Be careful please and get me another drink when you get back,” you shout and she gives you a thumbs up before scurrying off to wherever.

You turn to Johnnie with a smile before gesturing to head outside the venue, pulling a pack of cigarettes from your pocket. He nods at you following behind you as you make your way toward the back door, Johnnie awkwardly saying hi to people as we leave.

Once you make it outside the warm air clings onto you, as you pass a cigarette to Johnnie. He takes it in his hands as you fumble for a lighter in your pocket. Eventually, you find it and light your cigarette before lighting his.

It was a wordless transaction that had such a peaceful aura to it. The feeling that settled deep in your bones was comfort. You two were basically alone, so you cozy upright onto him. Taking deep breaths in you smelled the cigarette smoke mixed with his cologne.

You felt like you were living in a dream. After a minute had passed of both of you smoking you dropped it from your hand and into the ground stomping the embers with your boot. “Ready to get back in there?” you ask, turning to him.

He was mid-drag and rolled his eyes, throwing his cigarette to the ground too. “I guess so,” he mumbles, stopping it out as smoke leaves his mouth. You smile slightly at his antisocialness. “I'll strike you a deal.” you propose stepping closer to him and fixing his layered necklaces.

“Mm oh yeah?” he says, unable to hide his smile at your willingness for contact. “If you try and have a fun time tonight, can we leave early and Uber to my place for some late-night movies?” you suggested with an innocent pout on your face.

He takes a deep breath in and shakes his head up and down agreeing to your proposal. You turn to open the back door into the club but stop slightly before pulling him into a kiss. It was rare to display any affection in public between you two, so you took the opportunity.

He pulled away slightly, smiling at you before you both headed back in. Right away the vibe was off. The buzz you get from the drinks was starting to flood your mind more. There were these two girls both just absent-mindedly talking.

You don't recognize them. To be fair you couldn't recognize every LA influencer ever. Johnnie took your hand displaying any thoughts from your head. He kissed the top of your head and with a smile started to mingle with his friends. You smiled widely at his boldness. That was unlike him.

You smile to yourself turning back to the two girls sitting off to the side. One of them looked at you with wide eyes before smiling. You smiled back and continued to the main area.

That was weird.

But maybe she just doesn't like public displays of affection and gets a little uncomfortable when people do it. You weren't sure. As much as you wanted to forget about it, all the meeting up with people you hadn't seen in a long time, wasn't as fun as it could have been as the worry from Johnnie's sudden display of affection was creeping into your mind.

No one except those girls were near you but what if someone else saw? The paranoia was settling in your bones at this point. You saw your boyfriend from across the party. He was just sitting mostly with Carrington who was trying his best to include him in the fun.

“Y/nnnn!” Tara shouts at you. A few people looked very at her with smiles as she drunkenly ran over to you. “Hey there party girl,” you comment as she takes a sip of her drink. Most people had started to file out of the main room by now.

“I have to tell you something! It's important!” she yells. You smile, leaning your head down slightly to hear her. “I may have accidentally told a few people you and Johnny were dating,” she says. You pull away from her eyes wide. Your mind races with fear.

This was not how it was supposed to happen. It's not going to be that bad right? I mean you hadn't really had any photos being taken of you and him so it would be hard to prove? “O-ok thanks for telling me,” you say before making a B-lime for Johnnie.

You were stopped when someone tapped your shoulder. You turn and see Vinnie, “Congrats on the boyfriend.” he says with a smile, clearly drunk. “Thanks. Tell Tara thanks for telling you too.” you joke at him.

He looks puzzled for a second before answering you. “Oh no, Johnnie told me, actually he wouldn't stop talking about you,” he adds while taking a sip of his drink. Your fear doubles and your heart feels like it falls to your ass as you just smile at him and continue looking for your boyfriend who you will surely kill.

How could he and Tara slip up in one night? You finally find him sitting on his phone in a corner not talking to anyone. “Johnnie what the fuck.” you start looking down at him sitting.

“What?” he says, setting his phone in his lap. “You told people we were dating?” you say angrily. How could they do this to you? Did they work together? “Well yeah, I wanna start telling people. You aren't some secret I'm ashamed of. I want everyone to see you how I see you and I can't do that until we tell people.” he tells you.

You wanted to relish how cute he was right now but you can't. You wanted to wait and he disrespected that boundary. “Johnnie, we need to leave,” you mutter, turning to leave. He follows you and the car ride that proceeds is silent.

Once you get to your house Johnnie stands quietly waiting for you to say something. You break the silence when you sit on your kitchen counter. “Why would you tell people Johnnie?” you ask. He stays silent for a minute before opening his mouth to talk but you cut him off.

“You know that I did not and still don't feel comfortable telling just everyone we are together,” you say crossing your arms. “But why? We have been together for 4 months?” he asks to walk around to you. It was his turn to cut you off, “Are you ashamed of dating me?” he asks, not looking at you.

Your mouth drops open. “No! Absolutely not,” you respond without even thinking. You slide off the count and stand in front of him. Your hands find his arms. “Johnnie, you know that I would never ever feel ashamed of dating you. I'm scared of a lot of things,” you say trying to comfort him.

It didn't seem to be working so well. “Like what if we tell people ok? And something happens and we break up. Now we have to tell our viewers that. I just want to make sure we are really going to be good together first.” you thought your words would calm him down.

He shoves your hands off and walks around the kitchen island. “So what four fucking months isn't enough for you to veto me? What is it going to take? Six months? A year?” he asks clearly, getting more agitated.

You follow him around the counter. “Hey please I'm not trying to insinuate anything. I don't want to get hate or for you to get hate. I don't want a spotlight on our lives because you know what's going to happen if we tell everyone?” you say trying to keep your voice calm.

He looks at you through his hair. “Every time we are all in a video fans will pick apart our body language, what we say, or how we even look at each other,” you say getting closer to him. He sighs as gets closer to him.

“There will be millions of posts on tik Tok accusing us of breaking up or fighting or all this weird shit when in reality they do not know us.” you remind him. He knows all that, he remembers what it was like dating Alex and how much shit came up when he got with Bella.

“I know all that, I know you would get more hate because you're a girl. I just want to show you off. I can't help it. I want the whole fucking world to see you how I do ok? Please I'm begging you to tell me what I can do to prove to you I'm ready for this.” he asks.

You take a deep breath before pulling him into a hug, he tightens around you breathing in and out his chest rising and falling as you lay your head on it. After a moment you pull away from him. “I’m not ready yet to go full public but I'm willing to start doing little stuff ok? Maybe posting a few TikTok or something?” you tell him.

He smiles a little. “But please don't disrespect my boundaries like that again, I love you a lot, Johnnie. I need to know I can trust you, ok?” you tell him, bringing your hand to his face. He presses a kiss to your wrist and hums pulling you in for another hug. “Ok.” he simply mumbles against your skin.

The rest of the night goes well, the two of you quietly getting ready for bed and falling asleep watching a movie. The next morning you wake up to see that girl who saw you two kiss posting about a famous yt “couple” and ofc every comment was about you and Johnnie.

You roll your eyes and sigh, taking your phone out and snapping a picture of you making a silly face next to Johnnie's sleeping body.

#johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert fluff #johnnie guilbert x reader #johnnie guilbert x you #jake and johnnie #johnnie x you #johnnie x reader #johnnie #johnnie guilbert angst

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tanjir0se · 10 months

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Too incoherent to form real thoughts about zelink right now so please enjoy this random list of concepts that are making me insane right now

When did they start sharing that bed? When did that house become “Zelda’s House” (as it’s called in TOTK) instead of “Link’s House” (as it’s called in BOTW)? Did he give it to her? Were they just roommates for a while because Zelda didn’t have anywhere else to go? Was it awkward? Who proposed the idea? Was it mutual? Did they lie awake all night the first night, silently, facing away from each other even in the darkness, not even daring to look at the other?

Zelda needing her place to concentrate because the last time she was working with Link in the house she accidentally started doodling him in her notebook and if he finds out he won’t ever let her live it down

WHAT WAS HIS HAIR TIE DOING ON HER BED TABLE. IM GOING FUCKING CRAZY

Sorry

They had like five years of peace between botw and totk. Man what did those years look like!!!! Did they celebrate holidays and birthdays and go on vacation and spend cozy nights in??? At any point during those years did they attempt to define their relationship or were they content to just sleep in the same bed and spend every moment together without expectation or pressure. She’s the princess and he’s her knight. It doesn’t matter.

Zelda giving Link a jewelry box to keep all his earrings in. Link spending months checking caves and ore deposits to make her a diamond necklace. LINK HELPING HER CUT HER HAIR. ZELDA HELPING HIM GROW HIS OUT. Ok I’m fine I’m fine

Uhhhh

Is Link a stay at home wife? Zelda has her job as a teacher and Link’s job as a knight is kind of on hiatus because she doesn’t really need one at the moment so. Does he just follow her around anyway? Does he stay at the house and make her things because he doesn’t know how to say “I love you”? Does he go out on rides without her and visit all the friends he made while trying to get her back??? What’s that boy doing when he actually gets to decide what he wants to do??? Is ‘Zelda’s Knight’ all he ever wants to be?!

Help

DID HE LEARN TO PLAY AN INSTRUMENT AGAIN??? NINTENDO HE ALWAYS PLAYS AN INSTRUMENT. WHERE IS HIS MUSICAL ABILITY NINTENDO!??!

#loz #totk #zelink #I’m. I’m im I’m im I’m #I’m fine

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earlgreytea68 · 6 months

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Still grappling with this interview.

The role of Patrick Stump in the hiatus is just fascinating and every time he talks about it he adds another layer, frequently contradictory, to the ones he talked about before. Here at least he admits he may have "accidentally" contributed to the idea that it actually was a hiatus, and here he even admits there was a hiatus, whereas sometimes he seems to deny even that. I swear, it's a fascinating psychological tangle, Patrick's ongoing quotes about the hiatus, someone could do a Ph.D. dissertation on them, and this one also has this almost casual reveal ("Pete and I were talking so infrequently at the time") that's, like, Can I break your heart in an offhand way?

Love, forever, that Patrick has managed to make Fall Out Boy not his job, but what he does for fun. That is so vitally important. When you do what you love for a living, it's so easy to lose the love for it when it becomes your job, and he's so clever to have found a way to keep Fall Out Boy his fun side-hobby. I think this is genius and all artists should try to manage this magic trick.

I love that Andy's doing cool stuff and Joe is doing cool stuff and Patrick is doing cool stuff!! [Pete...lol]

UGH, and then this paragraph of sheer and utter love and adoration. I do not understand what he's doing, but it's all him and I love everything about it and I cherish it.

PATRICK. DIVING FOR THE DEEP CUTS. HAVING FUN WITH THE BACK CATALOG. JUST SHUT UP, IT'S ALL TOO MUCH. To go from not trusting that anyone wanted anything but the hits to realizing that people love what he's written and want to hear all of it, that he can pull out anything, that he can show up with Soul Punk or a demo off of Folie or some cover by some band he loves but that he knows few other people will know and still people will cheer, and to see how obviously revitalized he'd been by this realization, how it's energized him and challenged him and made him literally love himself more, because we shouted every song until he felt that love. We did that. Go, us.

And now here I am trying to get into Patrick Stump's head. If he's playing a game with us, what move is he going to make next? WHERE ARE WE GOING NEXT, PATRICK STUMP?

#patrick stump #fall out boy #fob

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g-kat423 · 1 month

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What are some of your favorite Alcina x reader fics??

Oh man, I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone ask me this.

Going through my bookmarks, I had to give credit where credit is due, the first Alcina x Reader fic I ever read was The Lady of the House by Wintergreenroses. Alcina’s character sparked something in me that I never felt before so that was actually the first time I ever looked up x reader fic. It was the first multichapter Alcina fic I found and to my delight it was completed which meant I got to devour it in one sitting. That fic will always be near and dear to me even though I haven’t read it in a long time. Super smutty and had me dying of arousal while I was at my peak Alcina obsession.

Oh man…this is actually kind of hard because I started writing Alcina x Reader shortly after I discovered it was a thing so I stopped reading fics as much because I didn’t want to be distracted from my writing. That and I always worried I’d accidentally copy somebody so I figured at least if I wasn’t reading fics and something I wrote happened to be similar to someone else’s fic, then I’d have plausible deniability haha. Plus so many of us have written the Alcina x Maid trope we’ve basically created our own genre and I love that for us. Then you know there’s the whole compare and despair thing; not feeling good enough compared to the other fic writers who get a lot of attention.

I’d also recommend Big Spender by 100crimson_tears it’s another sugar mommy Alcina fic and it’s written by a good friend of mine. We bounce ideas off of each other constantly and she gets spoilers for Something Sweet before I put chapters out. It’s not completed yet, but worth the read for what’s been written so far.

I also really liked Adjustments by nbdummy very immersive and I was constantly reading it in my spare time when I had taken a break from writing between my first completed fic and wasn’t sure I’d write again. It will keep you busy at over 300k words and 75 chapters. I’m also aware there is a sequel and an extended universe of oneshots but I have not read them yet.

I’m sure there’s plenty more wonderful fics out there that I just haven’t read yet. Once I’m done with writing my fics I’ll likely take a hiatus from writing so I can focus my time on reading everything I missed out on.

#anon #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu

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spookyscarydemonbabe · 1 month

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I’m so happy you’re returning! Please don’t take this in any way as being meant to make you feel guilty, but I was so sad when you took your hiatus, because I had only *just* found your blog and our HCs for Gareth have like a 95% overlap, which seems so rare in this teeny fandom niche.

You want a smutty HC request, I’ve got one I’ve been holding onto for months now! How about giving Gareth his first blowjob? I feel like he’d be really flustered and sensitive having all your focus on him, especially on his lower abdomen where he carries much of his extra weight and insecurities, but it also feels so good and he finishes embarrassingly quick from getting so overwhelmed by it all.

- hawkinsmafia 🤌

AHHHH OMG YOU DIDNT MAKE ME FEEL GUILTY AT ALL 💋💋💋💋💋

thank you for all the support you’ve given to all the things i’ve posted! it really means the world to know that our little part of the internet isn’t completely dead and we can still find others to obsess over the same little thing 😂

this is such a cute request 🤭 thank you so much for sending it in my love 🫶 and i’m sorry it took so long to finish 😅

(and i actually have a fic with a similar premise to this 🤭)

NSFW under the cut

Gareth wasn’t necessarily scared of getting his first blowjob, but he certainly wasn’t confident by any means

By the time the two of you got to the touchy-feely part of your relationship he couldn’t wait to get each others clothes out of the way

He was so patient with himself, waiting for that moment to come where he knows that he’s fully ready to take that next step

Just feeling your hands move towards the waistline on his jeans was enough to get his mind to start racing

But there was nothing in there to occupy his mind other than wanting to take in the moment

He was trying so hard to be good, he didn’t want this to be unpleasant for you

You could feel him tense up as you undid the button and zipper on his jeans and quickly moved your hands to his thighs

You gave them a gentle squeeze and he finally looked to your eyes

“Just relax.” You’d whisper to him with a gentle smile at your lips, your hands moving back to the waistband on his jeans and slowly tug them down

He’d feel himself relax almost instantly as he heard your voice

He was watching your every move, making sure to fully soak in the moment, but still keep his composure

You looked up to his eyes as your fingers looped into his boxers, softly smiling with each other as he adjusted to help you pull them down his thighs

Everything past that just felt like a blur to him

Intense pleasure was all he could remember, and the way your lips felt so soft as they were gliding up and down his cock

He wasn’t fully prepared for how much better it felt than his or your hand, it was a sensation he couldn’t describe in any way other than heaven

It wasn’t his fault if he couldn’t help but let out a few moans and whimpers

His breathing was hitched, and his hands tried gripping at the sheets beneath him, and as soon as you saw him struggling you helped guide his hands to your hair to keep it out of the way for you

All you needed him to do was lay there and be good, you’d do the rest

Before you had even taken his head between your lips he was a mess

A gentle sheen of sweat on his forehead making a few of his curls stick to his face, his lip trembling as he tried so hard to keep quiet

He tilted his head back and tried his hardest to soak in the moment, but as soon as he glanced down to see if you were ok he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you

Your wet lips wrapped around him, your head slowly bobbing up and down as your eyes stayed on his

It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen

He came quickly, he couldn’t help himself, especially after your eyes locked onto his

You’d help him clean himself up, and make sure there were no accidental messes anywhere

He’d immediately offer to get up and just go, especially seeing you cleaning yourself up in the bathroom afterwards

He’d be pulling his jeans back up around his waist before you quickly stopped him

There was no need to be so hasty, he could stay and be comfortable as long as he wanted to

And as soon as you offered some snuggling he just couldn’t say no

He’d promise he’d be better next time, and that you’d be feeling just as good as you made him feel as soon as it was his turn

@hawkinsmafia 🖤 (wanted to tag so you knew it was posted since you asked anonymously 💋)

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #gareth emerson #gareth emerson fluff #gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson x female reader #gareth stranger things #gareth headcanons #gareth emerson x you #gareth emerson x y/n #gareth emerson headcanons

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a-killer-obsession · 25 days

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Wanna say real quick if you're a fanfic writer and you're looking at my page like "ohhh they hit 500 followers so fast and they have a upload schedule and post twice a week, maybe i have to post twice a week to get followers" - Stop

This turned into a whole guide for newbies so more under the cut

Please do not use me as an example! Im disabled and unemployed which means i have time to write two chapters a week, please do not put that sort of pressure on yourself!!! I only let myself have a upload schedule because i keep a small backlog of chapters, meaning i have some buffer if my health is bad or i get writers block, and as yall saw recently i will take a break if i loose that backlog. If i was forcing myself to write two chapters a week on a strict deadline i would absolutely loose my shit and probably burn out very quickly. And to be entirely honest, I haven't seen much difference in follower growth now that I have a schedule versus when I was just posting whenever I remembered to. I really don't think a schedule makes a huge difference, I just like having one because it gives me some sense of routine now that I'm unemployed.

What im trying to say, especially if you're new to posting fanfics, is please dont stress yourself out by thinking you need a strict schedule for anyone to like your fic or follow you. You shouldn't be writing for followers anyway, write for yourself! Write because YOU want to write. And if you fall out of love with that writing, dont feel like you need to force it just to make others happy! When i get burnt out writing Wavelengths, I keep going because *I* want to get to the ending, I've been excited to write it for months. Its another reason i dont start writing new long forms until i have a generic plan of where im going, which is something i highly recommend. Having a chapter you're excited to write really helps when you're trying to find motivation.

While I have you here, let me lay down some general tips for new fanfic writers, especially for those who post on tumblr:

Write because you want to write. Don't ever feel like you need to cater to someone else, that's a sure fire way to get burn out

If you do get burn out: don't worry about it, either it'll pass or it won't. Maybe you'll drop that idea all together and move to something new. Don't sweat it, write what makes you happy. Forcing yourself will only make it worse and it'll show in your writing. Writing fanfics is a hobby, it should be FUN. Sure someone might come across your fic years from now and be sad that it's not complete but they'll probably only be sad for a few days at most and then they'll forget about it. Its not a big deal. Who knows, maybe you'll find inspiration years down the line and make someone's day by randomly updating after years of hiatus. It happens 🤷

Dont worry about how much engagement your fic gets. I know absolutely incredible fics that get barely any engagement, and some frankly hard reads that have a ridiculous amount. Its all just dumb luck really. Again - write because you want to

Don't sweat typos too bad. I recommend finishing your chapter/one shot, giving it a day or so, and THEN come back to proof read. I find doing this gives me fresh eyes and I often find a lot of ways to improve the chapter while I'm fixing typos. If you accidentally leave typos in there, don't worry too much. As long as it makes enough sense for people to understand what you meant, people will still read it. Just look at the first few chapters of Wavelengths for example, they're riddled with typos from swapping from 3rd to 1st person, but people still read them (I'LL FIX THEM SOON I PROMISE LMAO)

Don't worry about being cringe. Cringe is dead, make your characters as self inserty and over powered as you want. CRINGE IS DEAD. If you think its fun to write powers and tropes that you're worried will be cringe, fuck it, write it anyway. As long as YOU have fun writing it. Do you know how many "whoops accidental pregnancy" trope fics I've written? Every single one of my long forms has either had it, or planned to, because I like that trope! I don't care if its cringe, I will continue to get my characters knocked up

Some quick accessibility things:

Please left align your fic! I've seen people posting center and right aligned because it "looks cool". These alignments should be used sparingly! As well as things like italics and different fonts/font sizes/colours! They should be used to highlight small sections only! Otherwise they can make it very difficult for people with reading difficulties to read!

If you're posting on tumblr:

Make sure the majority of your fic uses the default black font. Some people set the whole thing to a different font or the "small" font or a different colour and I literally can't read them, and it makes me so sad! I'm sure I'm not the only one with this issue! Its okay to use other fonts for things like headers and descriptions, but for the bulk of your fic use the default! Theres a graphic designer out there somewhere who spent a long time picking the best font for the body text on this website for a reason!

If your fic is longer than a few paragraphs, use the READ MORE function!!! Either cut under a description or the first few paragraphs so people get a preview of your fic. You may think it's silly to hide most of your fic, but if someone, especially on mobile, comes across your fic automatically trimmed on the fyp, and likes your stuff, and they go to your account to see more and have to scroll for a million years just to get past your newest post, they're quickly going to give up trying to read your other stuff. Using the read more function makes it easy for people to browse your blog and check out more of your works!! It also makes it more likely people will reblog for the same reason.

Along the same lines: have a masterlist. This can be as simple as a pinned post where you add a link every time you post something new. This makes it super easy for people to check out more of your work!

If you have a long form/multi chapter I also recommend going to the previous chapter and adding a "next chapter" link when you post the next one. Not 100% needed though, if you have a masterlist that can be enough on its own, people just appreciate having that next chapter link for binge reading. PUT IT AT THE BOTTOM PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING. I hate when I finish a chapter and have to scroll for a million years to get to the top for the link

Feel absolutely free to use the way I format my fics and masterlist as example, but like I said, it can literally be just as simple as a list of links. I recommend listing the links at bare minimum as the title of the fic, and the pairing people can expect (including if its nsfw is a good idea too)

Speaking of NSFW: if your work isn't suitable for minors please make that clear! Even just a 'minors DNI' at the start of the post is good! If you wanna get fancy there are lots of creators who make lovely 18+/minors dni banners you can use for free, just google it and plenty will come up. If you're not adding a cut before the NSFW content then make sure you mark the post as for mature audiences (idk how you do it on the computer because I'm mostly a mobile user but on mobile you can find it bottom right, the icon with the two people). Not appropriately censoring your posts can result in tumblr restricting and possibly banning your account.

Finally, and this one is oddly specific to people who use google docs, but you can use a copy of this google doc to automatically add all the html to your writing so you can just copy and paste it into tumblr or AO3, instead of having to manually fix all the formatting. Do not just copy and paste AO3 html into tumblr, for some reason it has major issues with italics and will cause you a major headache. Just use the linked doc, its a super time saver, I've been using it for ages now

Okay thanks for reading bye

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multifandomlover01 · 11 months

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I Hesitate to Put “Wife Guy” Here

Spencer Reid x Wife!Reader (implied BAU!Reader as well)

WC: ~3.7k

Summary: Spencer’s wife finds it funny, the number of girls that are auditing his class. She initially had no plans to do anything about it…those plans change when Spencer calls her out for chuckling about it.

Disclaimer: I am just in season 6 and these events take place in season 13 but this is fanfic so canon doesn’t matter only my horniness does lol (extremely canon divergent/AU even because in the background I accidentally implied that he took more time off and that it was of his own accord)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI (no actual explicit smut but it’s still suggestive) use of derogatory terms such as whore, but it’s meant in a playful manner. The dynamic is really relaxed and laid back, the dom is soft and the sub is slightly sassy. Use of ma’am. But there is some teasing and hints of meanness in the dynamic. Mention of “claiming” but it’s also meant in a teasing manner. College aged girls being attracted to their professor that they then find out is also married. Mention of this not deterring at least one of the students. One of the students actually not being deterred and being caught by wife in office (not cheating but the female student is clearly trying to seduce Reid when his wife walks into his office)

Ep: 13x16 (loosely)

Gif credit: imagining-in-the-margins

Background: Spencer and reader have been involved for years, from immediately hitting it off to being friends to confessing their feelings to dating to becoming engaged and then finally marrying and they really missed each other while Spencer was in prison for a few months after he was framed for murder. He decides he needs time away from the FBI and decides to apply to become a part time professor at a university (Georgetown I think lol or some fictional one actually? I dunno tbh). It is agreed that you should go on hiatus from your FBI assignment to the BAU to become a counselor at the college to like be there not really to “keep an eye on him” like babysitting him or to make sure he doesn’t crack up but just…to make sure he’s ok. For whatever reason you are sitting in on his class, just like in the back when it becomes apparent that a certain segment of his class population has a very special interest in your husband.

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You chuckled at the number of hands that went up when he’d asked how many of the students were auditing the class.

Spencer turned to you at the sound and smirked.

“Care to share with the class?” He asked, trying not to be too teasing in front of his students.

“Oh. N-no…sorry…please, continue.” You said while smiling.

This made him smile even more.

“No, if you have something to say, say it.”

You stood up and walked toward him.

“If I may address your class, Professor.” You said, also trying to not be too teasing in front of his students.

He nodded, indicating that you could.

“All of you that just had your hands up, put them back up.”

They did.

“Now, if you’re auditing this class and you’re not of the female sex, put your hand down.”

No one did (maybe there actually was a guy or two that was that may or may not have been ogling him). You chuckled and glanced at Spencer, noticing a faint blush as he realized all of the auditors were female.

“If you find my husband attractive, keep your hand up.” You said as you smirked and gestured to him.

Looks of horror came across a lot of the girls’ faces as they realized they’d been called out and that they’d been ogling their professor in front of his wife the entire time, they slowly put their hands down. But you noticed one or two of them keep their hands up for a few seconds before reluctantly putting them down. (Should I have at least one challenge this verbally?)

“That’s what I thought.” You smirked as you turned to Spencer, noting the now deepened rouge on his cheeks. “It’s all yours, Professor.”

You go back to my seat behind him.

After the class when all of the students had left the classroom, Spencer came over to you. He stood right in front of you. You were on your phone and looked up at him.

“Yes?” You asked, trying not to smile.

“What did you think you were doing earlier?” He asked, you could tell he was trying to be more authoritative like he was with his students but you could hear the hint of embarrassment in his voice.

“I’m sorry if it upset you.”

“N-no no, if anything, I’m glad you were here. If you hadn’t been…well…”

“You might actually have had to have fended off a hoard of horny college girls all by yourself?” You say, chuckling.

He visibly cringed as you said that.

“Please…don’t…” he whispered.

“You might still have to. I certainly saw a glint in the eyes of one or two of them before they reluctantly put their hands down too, not wanting to seem suspicious for not caring if you were married or not…including the girl who first told you that she was just auditing the class while she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.” You chuckled.

“Oh god.” Spencer groaned softly. He knew you were right. He now remembered he’d noticed one or two girls hesitate to put their hands down, still eyeing him with interest, including the first girl, as you had mentioned. “I-I can’t…deal with them. I mean…what am I even supposed to do?” He was obviously distressed.

“Turn them down?” You suggested it like it was obvious…because it was.

He rolled his eyes playfully.

“Well obviously. But they’re young, I…I don’t wanna hurt them.”

“Who cares? You’re their professor. It’s unethical for you to get involved with them. Say that. Be blunt. Be stern.”

“Have you met me?” He chuckled.

“No.” You say sarcastically as you draw the word out and roll your eyes playfully.

You can see, though, that he’s actually really nervous. You sigh.

“Look, Spence…you’re really attractive, that’s just a fact. People are attracted to you. This is also a fact. But I can’t be with you every second of every day. You have to learn how to handle these kinds of things by yourself.” (He…hadn’t by now? He…hadn’t dealt with it before? But are we pretending he’s not attractive? Even if he’s awkward?)

He groaned.

“But I don’t wanna. I’d much rather just keep you by my side…so you can keep them away from me…” He was almost pouting.

“Like I pointed out earlier…I don’t think a couple of them are going to be deterred…so you’re gonna have to handle them yourself because I can’t always be here.”

He groaned again.

“Please don’t remind me of that.”

He pulled you out of your chair and into his arms. He stroked your hair as he held your waist.

“I love you. I only want you. I don’t need anybody else. I just wish everyone else would leave me alone.” He places a kiss to your hair.

“Hey, it’s not your fault or mine that you’re hot.”

He scoffed but then smirked.

“Speaking of hot…it was kinda hot what you did earlier, you know…taking control like that…”

You scoffed lightly.

“I chuckled at the fact that all of the auditors were girls, you called me out on it, I tried to back out of it, trying to be respectful, but you got intrigued and playful and I got an idea.” You shrugged.

“And what a wonderful idea it was.” He kissed the top of your head again.

“You don’t think they’ll tell anyone and that you’ll get in trouble for that, do you?” You asked, actually concerned he might.

Spencer shrugged.

“Maybe, maybe not. I don’t really care either way. I like to think of it as you gently reminding them not to make a mistake by coming on to a professor.”

You now shrugged. “I guess you’re right.” You smiled at him.

“At any rate…I really liked you claiming me as yours in front of everyone.” He leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“Oh? Is that what I did? You know…I did notice you blushing.”

“How could I not? You told all those girls that I was someone else’s man. Your man, specifically.”

“That’s right. I did. And you are.”

“I uh…kinda got a little…” He gently takes your hand and places it over his crotch “um…aroused by your display…” He seems a bit embarrassed by it.

“Oh my god, you’re so hard.” You whisper as you look up at him in disbelief to see his face redden even more. You smirked. “Me telling those girls you’re mine got you this hard?”

“Y-yes, ma’am, it did.”

“My my my, what a whore you are. You’ve got another class to teach in like half an hour.” You chuckled, hoping it was clear that you were just teasing him lightly and didn’t mean him any harm.

Spencer’s face reddens even more as you call him a whore and as he realizes that you’re right and it’s inappropriate for him to be like this right now but he can’t bring himself to care.

“Y/N, please, you can’t just leave me like this.”

“Well it’s not as if I meant to give you an erection.” You chuckled.

“Oh, please, you think you can put those girls in their place like you did and I’m not gonna get aroused?” He scoffs, dropping his submissive demeanor for a second.

“Not my fault you’re a whore for me.” You lean in to whisper in his ear.

“Kinda your fault.” He muttered.

“Excuse me?” You ask, raising your eyebrows at him and feigning anger (I dunno how else to word this lol)

“I-I’m sorry, ma’am. But it’s really not my fault that you’re worth being a whore for so much.” He said while once again dropping the submissive demeanor briefly.

“You could think about something boring like statistics and not get an erection in front of your students…” You shrugged, but knowing that’s (surprisingly or maybe not so surprisingly) the last thing he’d want to do.

“How could I think about statistics when my wife basically owned a bunch of desperate 20 year olds and was super nonchalant but also super hot about it?”

“You need to learn to control yourself.” You smirked. You were completely not serious. The girls could stare all they wanted at his erection for all you cared. You were the one who caused it and you were the one who would be taking care of it for the poor pathetic (affectionate) man. (Or not…right now at least…oops)

“I can’t control myself when I’m around you. I’ve never been able to control myself around you, you know that. The first time we met I could barely get my fucking name out.” (Take out curse word or keep it in? Dude’s 37, he’s allowed to curse lol)

You chuckled.

“I remember. Your face was redder than it is now. Derek had to tell me your name for you.”

Spencer scowls slightly.

“Yeah…he tried to flirt with you too.”

“And failed.” You scoffed.

“Obviously.” Spencer chuckled. “But God am I happy you gave me a chance.”

“Are you kidding? From the second I laid eyes on you, I was gone. You had me completely.”

“Y-you were? I did?” Spencer asked, almost not believing that his incredibly amazing wife could have fallen for him that fast.

“Hell yeah. Derek’s cocky demeanor and use of “pretty girl” was old and tired. I shut that down real quick. But you? You were a blushing mess. You tripped over your own shoe and told me my blouse looked pretty, but you were stuttering so bad you barely got it out. And you were so quiet my brain processing speed was not having a great day because it was my first day and I was super anxious so I had to ask you to repeat yourself and your face reddened and I felt so bad. But you did repeat yourself, loudly and clearly…maybe a little too loud.” You chuckled lightly.

Spencer scoffed lightly.

“God I-I was that bad, wasn’t I?” Spencer’s face reddened but this time from embarrassment and not just arousal. “Tell me again what you ever saw in me?”

“I saw an incredibly kind, sweet, caring and handsome young man. And I was right. That’s exactly what you were. And I was lucky to find you.”

“You were lucky? N-no, hon, I’m the lucky one here.” He said as he cupped your face.

“Well we can both be lucky, then.”

“Well I’m luckier.”

“It’s not a competition, dear.”

“R-right…sorry…I just…God, I just love you so damn much.” He began to stroke your cheek.

“I love you too…but I’ve gotta go, I’ve got a counseling session with a student and you’ve got another class to teach.” You smile as you twist in his arms to pick up your bag, putting your phone in it. “Come on…we’ve both got things to do.” You say as you try to get out of his grasp.

“But the only thing I wanna do is you, hon.” He pouted.

“Spencer,” You warned teasingly, “come on, be a good boy and teach your class. I’ll see you later, ok?”

You finally got out of his grasp and picked his cardigan up off the back of the chair and put it on him, hoping it will be long enough to help with his problem. It just barely is.

“Y/N, you can’t just…leave me like this.” He gestures down to his crotch which still sports a semi-prominent bulge.

“Maybe they won’t notice. Just…stand behind your podium or something.” You chuckle as you give him a quick peck on the lips before starting to exit the room.

“What if more girls are auditing this next class and they…ogle me?”

“Deal with it.” You shrug as you continue to walk out of the room. “Tell them you’re their professor, that it’s inappropriate, and that you’re married. You can do it, I believe in you.”

“I’m glad one of us does.” He grumbles. “I’ll miss you.”

“Don’t miss me too much, it’s not gonna help you.”

“I’m not thinking about statistics…” He reiterates.

“It’s your favorite!”

“You’re my favorite!”

“Not in the professional work environment, I’m not. How the hell did you handle yourself at the BAU?” You chuckle.

“There were less horny college girls then…” He shrugs.

“Ah, well…just…try not to think about me, ok?”

“Impossible.” He chuckles as he shakes his head.

“Good luck then and try not to get fired.” You chuckle again as you finally exit the classroom.

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Spencer’s POV

I groaned as I watched her leave the room. I knew we both had things to do but I just didn’t want her to leave. Can anyone really blame me for just wanting to be with my wife and not have to deal with these…insatiable college girls? I was glad she wasn’t insecure about them. Why should she be? She’s my one and only. She has no need to be insecure or jealous about 20 year olds. Although her making sure that at least one of my classes knew that I was hers was…not something I would’ve expected from her although I’m not at all surprised I got a boner because of it.

I really did find it…quite arousing how she put those girls in their place by telling them I was married. I really did hope it deterred most of them, but I involuntarily shuddered as I remember that one of the girls, the one who had first told me she was only auditing the class and therefore believed she didn’t have to take notes or care, winked at me before slowly putting her hand down a few seconds after everyone else. Her shirt was too low cut and her skirt was too short for the late August weather, which was already starting to dip down a bit (not exactly what she was wearing but who cares? And let’s forget in canon it was March maybe? No? I dunno. I’ve pretty much decided this is canon divergent at this point). I was worried that this student might try something when my wife wasn’t around. But I had to remind myself that I was indeed a 37 year old man who could handle girls 15-17 years younger than him. I just hoped that maybe they…wouldn’t try so hard?

I refocused my attention to preparing for the class that I had in fifteen minutes in the same lecture hall, a few students filtering in early. I hoped nobody would come up to me before class started…or after it ended…today or any day…at least with the express purpose of…what I guessed was to seduce me?

Unfortunately luck was no longer in my favor today as five minutes before class started, a girl in a dress that was too low cut and too short. She felt the need to put her elbows on my podium and lean forward so I could see down the front of her dress. I looked her in the eyes.

“Can I help you?” I hoped my voice was friendly and that it hadn’t wavered.

“I most certainly hope you can.” She said in a tone that I knew was meant to be seductive and then she winked at me. I felt like I wanted to vomit (lol really? That’s a bit…extreme of a reaction). Could she really not find some poor sap her own age to bother? Why was she bothering me?

“What can I help you with?” I asked, trying to remain professional.

“I think the better question is how I can help you.” She bit her bottom lip.

“Do you have a question?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even.

“I think I have several questions…” she twirled her hair between her fingers.

“Do any of them have to do with the course material?”

“No.” She says as if it’s not a big deal that she’s wasting my time then if that’s the case.

“Well I have to prepare for class real quick so could this wait until after?” Or quite possibly until the end of time?

“You’re gonna make me wait?” She pouts. “Really?” She leans forward more, pushing her breasts up.

“Yes.” I deadpan as I look her dead in the eyes. “Please take your seat.”

She continued to pout, her eyes scanned my face intensely and I immediately felt very uncomfortable.

“P-please return to your seat. I need to start the lecture.” I tried to force my cheeks to not turn red from anxiety because I was terrified that the young woman would think that her flirtations were working, therefore prompting her to continue them.

She huffs and returns to her seat but her hips saunter as she does so. My eyes immediately snap down to my lecture notes.

“So, uh t-today we will be talking about…”

As I started my lecture, I noticed the student that had walked up to me before class along with, again, several other female students looking at me quite intently. I tried my hardest to concentrate on what I was saying and not the lips being bitten or the hair being twirled.

I knew that I stammered and stuttered more than I usually did. I don’t think I’ve stuttered this much in years. I hope it’s not misconstrued as their flirtations getting to me. I hope none of them approach me after class. I simply could not take it. I just wanted to gather up my stuff and go visit my wife in her office up on the counseling floor.

But, alas, luck was again not on my side. Another girl, in an outfit that seemed just as inappropriate for the weather as the one from before class, came up to me.

“Professor…” She propped her elbows up on my podium and held her chin in her palms.

“Yes? Can I help you?” I asked, slightly annoyed.

“I had a question about something…”

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Reader POV

It was just after Spencer’s office hours and you were done with students for the day so you decided to go down to pay him a visit. You weren’t expecting any students to be in his office since it was about ten minutes after his office hours ended so you just walked right into his office.

You froze when you saw a female student with one hand on his desk and the other on the back of his chair, leaning over.

You coughed awkwardly and Spencer’s eyes snapped from the student’s eyes to yours. His face was red and he was sweating slightly. The female student looked at you and scoffed lightly, apparently annoyed at being interrupted.

“Excuse me…” You said as you turned around to walk out of the room.

“Wait!” You hear your husband exclaim frantically.

You stop and turn around. The female student looks very annoyed.

“You seem to be with a student at the moment…I can wait.” You say, trying to remain calm because you knew that he wasn’t going to be seduced by this student and you didn’t want to make a scene like you had made earlier in the day.

“No uh p-please…stay. We’re almost done.”

“Yeah, I was just asking him a question about…” she trails off as she tries to think of what to say.

“Yes?” You ask, expectantly.

“Triggers…that was it…I was asking him about triggers.”

“With your chest in his face?” You scoff lightly.

“Oh well he uh…invited me closer to demonstrate something…”

“The hell he did.” You muttered.

“Look, I don’t know what you think is going on here, but it’s not, ok?” She straightened up and crossed her arms.

“Oh, sweetie, how stupid do you think I am? I have a Master’s degree in Behavioral Analysis, I know exactly what’s going on here.”

“And what would that be?” She asks, hand on her hip.

“You’re trying to seduce your professor. You do know it’s unethical for a professor and a student to engage in sexual relations with each other, yes?”

“So?”

“So…He could lose his position here.”

“But it’s just a little fun.” She pouts as she runs her hand down his arm and he stiffens and his face turns even redder. He looks at anything that isn’t her, mostly you with eyes that beg you to make her stop.

“Miss, please don’t do that.”

“Oh? Why not? I think he likes it.”

“He does not and even if he did, this is completely inappropriate.”

“How the hell do you know that he doesn’t like it? Who the hell are you anyway?!”

“His wife.” You say nonchalantly.

She looks you up and down and scoffs.

“Aren’t you a little bit…not in his league?” It was clear she thought you weren’t attractive enough to be with Spencer.

Your expression darkens and Spencer’s eyes snap to her again finally.

“Excuse me, that’s my wife you’re talking about.” Spencer says, suddenly confident, vocal, and angry.

“Well between you and me, you could do a whole lot better…more specifically, you could do me…” She smirked as she leaned down again.

Spencer lept out of his chair and away from her.

“The hell I will! I want you out of my office this instant, young lady.” He said firmly.

She scoffs and storms out, brushing past you rudely, bumping into your shoulder.

You both observe her as she leaves. When she is out of sight, Spencer exhales deeply and sinks back down into his chair.

You sigh, turn around to close and lock his office door, and go over to him. You stand behind his chair and begin to work out the tension in his neck and shoulder muscles.

He moans, almost pronographically, as you do so (lol why?). You smirk in response, leaning down to kiss his neck lightly.

“It’s ok, baby, I’m here. It’s just you and me. It’s just us.” You whisper in his ear

“Just us. Only us.” He sighs as you kiss his neck and massage his shoulders.

“Relax. You’ve had quite the day. Let me take care of you.”

He sighs. “Thank you.” He mutters.

“Mmm…you’re welcome, baby…now…your office hours are over and I’m done with seeing students for today…so why don’t we go home and…continue this?”

“Or we could just stay right here...”

“In your office?” You chuckled. “I think that’d be heavily frowned upon. We’re already avoiding you getting fired by sleeping with a student, why don’t we keep the streak going and avoid you getting fired by fucking your wife in your office, yeah?”

Spencer pouted. “Fine.”

“Good boy. Let’s go.” You pat his shoulders as you push yourself off of him.

“Yes, ma’am.” Spencer stands up and collects his things. He follows you out of his office, turning the lights off and locking the door behind him. He takes your hand in his.

You walk hand in hand out of the building and towards your car. He opens the passenger seat door for you before going to get in the driver’s seat. He puts his satchel in the backseat.

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yinyuedijun · 3 months

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You can answer this when you're off hiatus or... Not since I feel this is a bit uncomfortable to ask for, but may I ask how to write characters who had undergone csa? And how to write how they recover from it. Again I'm sorry if this is uncomfortable you can just delete this if this brings up an uncomfortable feelings I didn't know who else to approach w this question but you as your nightflower fic is wonderfully written and I want to write a character who went through something similair

But I'm afraid of coming off as insensitive and cruel or possibly even worse someone who's writing this as simple shock value or something along those lines as I have (thankfully and luckily) never experienced something like that which makes me afraid that I might write or put something very harmful in my work

I'm sorry if this is too much to ask ^^;;;; I hope this isn't a burden....

Hi anon, thanks for the question! This is a topic that is quite important to me (as I'm sure you've noticed lol), so I'm happy to answer your question. Please forgive me for the length of my answer though because I accidentally wrote a fucking thesis 😰

So, in my opinion, the first and most important thing to remember when you're writing about people who have experienced sexual abuse (underage or otherwise) is that no two survivors are the same. Even if there are many commonalities between the stories of different survivors, ultimately the experiences and recovery process (or lack thereof) is going to be unique for everyone. As such, I can't really give you a "how-to" guide on ways to shape your story, and in fact if I tried to provide you with one then you'd probably accidentally write a caricature of an SA survivor.

However, I do highly recommend that you read stories/anecdotes from real-life survivors in order to get a realistic grasp on the experience and psychological impacts of SA. If you don't have firsthand experience with this type of trauma, I think this is the single most important thing you can do in order to create a story or character that feels authentic and nuanced, rather than coming up with a caricature of a victim/predator or accidentally writing a pointless shock value narrative. An equally helpful thing you can do is read fictional stories relating to SA that were written by actual survivors, or fictional stories that resonated with actual survivors. This will give you insight into how this type of trauma, or survivors carrying this type of trauma, can be depicted in interesting or thoughtful ways - which is not something that intuitively translates from having real life knowledge on the subject.

Now, the second point I'm going to make is somewhat controversial, and you don't need to agree with it by any means. It relates to your fear of writing something "insensitive" or "cruel". While it's amazing that you want to write your story carefully and with intention, you should also keep in mind that "insensitive" and "cruel" are very subjective terms, and different audiences will have different thresholds for them. For instance, there are some people who feel like any meaningful representation of sexual abuse (especially child sexual abuse) is inappropriate to depict. There are many others who feel that your story must exist within certain boundaries to be considered an "acceptable" narrative about sexual abuse. If these people are your intended target audience, then obviously I would try to minimize any kind of discussion of the abuse - and certainly do not write any onscreen depictions of it lol.

However, if your goal is to create a story that feels authentic and nuanced, and you want it to be enjoyed by audiences who are interested in authentic and nuanced narratives, then I can tell you that paying attention to the above group of people is literally the worst thing you can do for yourself. Sexual abuse of any kind is an inherently insensitive and cruel act, and thus detailed narratives about it will always feel insensitive and cruel in some capacity. So, when you consider the execution of your story (the events depicted, the dialogue, the level of detail, etc.), I would advise you not to think about it only with the mindset of "how can I avoid writing something insensitive/shocking/fetishizing" etc. Instead, think about it in terms of the events and thoughts you must depict in order to bring to life the feelings of your characters, and in order to make their struggles and recovery feel real. You may end up with something wildly controversial. You may also still end up with a story that shows nothing onscreen, and does not go into any detailed discussion, and is nevertheless very powerful. Wherever you land though, you'll have landed there because it's the way the story needs to be told - and not because it's how someone else dictated it should be told.

This is what I do, and unsurprisingly a lot of my stories are offensive to people lol. But ironically, many actual SA/DV survivors tell me that my characters are relatable for them, and the stories make them feel seen. While I don't write my fics for SA/DV survivors in general, I do write them for me, and I generally prefer to read SA narratives that feel authentic and nuanced, rather than ones that are gutless or sanitized. That's why I prefer this approach, and I think this is also why my approach tends to produce stories that resonate with other SA survivors. But if you think your target audience will have very different tastes from mine, then this advice may not apply. It really depends on your intent!

All that being said - whatever you may write, or however you approach it, it is already a lot that you are thinking seriously about ways to write your story thoughtfully. This is already more than what most people do when they write about characters who have gone through SA, especially CSA, and I'm sure it'll come through in your work. I know I gave you a shitton of advice just now, but honestly, don't be afraid to just give it a shot and see what comes out of it LOL. You may come up with something that is exactly what you were aiming for. And if it isn't, then you'll at least have a better sense of how to execute it in the future!

I hope this helps!!!! Sending you love 🫶

#yueshuo.asks #asks.anon #THIS IS SOOOO LONG IM SO SORRYYYY 😭😭😭#cw.sa #cw.csa

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buckera · 3 months

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You seem to be on neutral ground about the ship war (I try to do the same) and you also seem relatively well caught up on all 911 news. So I wanted to ask, do you think Buddie might actually still go canon?

Personally I don't think it's likely for several reasons, but a lot of other fans seem pretty convinced it's still on the table maybe even soon.

when it comes to shipping itself i am pretty neutral, yeah, when it comes to fandom behaviour... idk i have a bunch of people blocked and muted on both sides, so make of that what you will.

i will say that though that i personally have not seen death threats and slurs thrown around that much on one side, while on the other it's... yeah. we all saw how the common talking point is either "well he's a bad person so i am clearly a good person if i wish terrible suffering on him" or "we've always been hateful, but it's just for fun so you should all lighten up" and i'm not exactly down being associated with people like that.

the way i see it is that Tim wanted to (maybe still wants to) take the show into the direction of canon buddie eventually, (but this is where i remind everyone that we might get 7 more seasons or s8 might be the last, cuz you never really know)

i think he was setting things in motion for a lot of different things this season and that was supposed to be one of them, especially if you go by the interviews and how he talked about just doing what he wanted to do, without letting the fans' interpretations get to him... however that was before he was receiving death threats over a 3-minute cut scene that would've cost thousands of dollars in licensing fees to release, according to him.

it was before bt gained quite a sizeable fanbase, before people started to lean into his accidental invisible string theory, which is frankly a writing goldmine to stumble upon. he was incredibly excited for the bi Buck storyline according to Oliver and that storyline will forever include Tommy, as both Tim and Oliver mentioned as well (Oliver going as far as saying he hopes the character stays around regardless of where the relationship ends up going, because Tommy is now a core part of who Buck is).

certain part of the fanbase seems to think they know the actors personally and know exactly what they think and how they feel about each other and the storyline

(see: people saying that Oliver is upset about where the bi Buck storyline is going, even though he literally didn't comment on it at all since he's been on hiatus and now isn't contractually obligated to promote the show and give interviews.

also claiming that Oliver doesn't like Lou which may or may not be the case, though he only ever said majorly positive things about him, so did the rest of the cast and Tim. but even so, do they think Oliver is such a bad actor that he can't be a professional and still work with him? genuine question. it's a part of the grownup world to work with people you don't like, but actors aren't their characters and whatever Oliver feels about Lou, Buck still likes Tommy, so that's the end of that discussion imo)

anyway, my point is that Tim and Oliver and even Ryan to some extent were talking about not giving in the hysteria of buddie fans and just keeping the story on the track they want to set it on and only going into that direction if it makes sense for the characters and is a truthful way of telling their stories.

again, that was before the overwhelming aggression, general homophobia (which, wow), death threats made against Tim and Lou and (seemingly) chasing Lou off of social media.

i'd say it all depends on Tim and if he feels petty enough and enjoys writing for bt enough to take it away or if he wants to go with his original vision (which, obviously i don't know him or what goes on in his head, but i personally get the sense that canon buddie was the direction he wanted to go into)

all in all, it's all speculation, but the behaviour shown by some people in the fandom is truly disgusting and disturbing and i really don't think it's justified over some fictional men dating or not dating.

and as a sidenote: acting entitled towards a queer ship becoming canon is the dumbest fucking thing in fandom history. you do know that the ship that started it all, that appeared in countless media over the last 60+ years is still not canon, right? what makes you think that we "deserve" canon buddie? especially based on everything i just outlined above.

#sorry it got long but i feel like this a pretty nuanced topic #even if nuance is like holy water to satan on this site smh #911 #911 abc #ask #anon #buddie #i guess

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exhuastedpigeon · 7 months

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Buddie Hiatus Fic Rec Oct 16 - Nov 15

yet another list full of some of the most amazing fics I've read. It's wild how talented the writers in this fandom are.

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take control (mind, body, and soul) by honestlydarkprincess / @honestlydarkprincess Explicit | 2k the one where human Buck wants his vampire boyfriend to compel him during sex. They get nasty with it.

think about all the places we could go by hammersmiths / @henswilsons Teen | 2.4k Athena just looks grieved. “Why, then,” she says, “did you get military-grade handcuffs? Were the pink fuzzy ones not macho enough for you?”

blackout by rainbow_nerds / @rainbow-nerdss Explicit | 3.4k Buck wakes up hungover on Eddie's couch, with no memory of the night before. Eddie's at just as much of a loss as he is, but their friends seem to know something they don't.

The One with the Admissions by BekkaChaos / @bekkachaos Mature | 4.4k After an accidental slip up from Eddie, he's forced to admit that he's dating someone, but he and Buck are still determined to keep their relationship between the two of them. Things do not go smoothly, hidden thoughts and feelings are revealed, and Buck and Eddie have a short lived argument about their relationship.

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you saw me (i got nowhere to hide) by buckleyseddie / @buckleyseddieTeen | 5.6k while Buck’s in a coma, Maddie finds herself at the loft one afternoon. There, she finds a heartbroken Eddie and they have a moment.

Out Of Order, Still In Line by callmenewbie / @puppyboybuckley Explicit | 6.2k When Buck finally gets to the Clinic, the long awaited release doesn’t seem to come; cue Eddie to the rescue.

if you go down in the woods today by oklahoma / @sunshinediaz Teen | 6.3k bad things happen bingo—tranquilizer dart (this fic lives rent free in my head. Amanda you’re a genius)

i have dreams where i kiss you and it’s pink by fleetinghearts / @shitouttabuckTeen | 6.3k jee-yun buckley-han's third birthday party is in dire need of some fairy tale magic and buck's attempt to save the day might just be the thing that finally kills eddie

swinging for the fences by inbetweenthestacks / @organizedstardust Teen | 6.4k Buck takes Eddie to a baseball game. (this fic has a line “Is baseball just…math?” that make me laugh so hard)

You, all the way down by justhockey Not rated | 8.3k Suddenly, between one moment and the next, there are hands on him. Hands that Buck would know anywhere; hands that Buck knows maybe even better than he knows his own. The touch is exquisitely gentle - tender to the point of devastation, even though the calloused palms scratch against the soft skin of his cheeks.

It’s Eddie, because of course it is. Because who else would it be.

i'd swim to your call on my phone by heartbeatdiaz / @loserdiaz Teen | 8.5k Buck's daughter keeps calling 9-1-1 for help with her homework, Eddie is smitten and apparently 9-1-1 works better than Tinder.

10k-20k

Got Weird by Daisies_and_Briars / @cal-daisies-and-briars Explicit | 10.5k Shortly after Buck and Natalia break up, Eddie gets tipsy and makes a rather forward move. Then immediately panics (not that Eddie panics, of course) and backpedals. Eddie spirals, Buck is confused. Lots of spontaneous kissing ensues.

aching for anything by addandsubtract / @postoperation Explicit | 11.3k “Here,” Hen says, holding out a covered paper cup, steam gently wafting from the mouth opening. “It’s lemon ginger tea. I know you said you’re not getting sick, but you don’t sound great.”

Buck takes the cup and holds it up to his nose, saying, “I’m really fine.”

Hen’s pointedly raised eyebrows are all skepticism.

past the curses and cries (there's me and you) by MonsterRae1 / @monsterrae1 Mature | 11.3k Buck's a witch, Eddie's cursed, can I make it any more obvious?

30k +

remember to remember me by Daffi_990_ao3 / @daffi-990 Explicit | 31.4k

Buck and Eddie finally get together only for lightning to strike a few days later, leaving Buck with no memories of them ever becoming a couple.

Don't They Know It's the End of the World? by Daisies_and_Briars / @cal-daisies-and-briars Mature | 32.4k After being put in a cryogenic sleep for over a hundred years to wait out an apocalyptic event, Eddie Diaz wakes up, too early, to find his son has been stolen from his cryo-chamber. Scared and alone in a frightening world he doesn't recognize, Eddie is willing to do anything to get his kid back.

blue eyes and bare walls by Underhung_Aura / @eddiebabygirldiaz Explicit | 45.8k Buck and Eddie are newlyweds and looking to paint their new bedroom. What ensues is the butting of heads, some arguing of both the fun and not fun variety, and desperate paint-filled sex on the floor.

Feels Like Magic by 42hrb Teen | 47.8k An urban fantasy AU where most things are the same, except there's magic

the blue house by ProsperDemeter / @prosperdemeter2 Mature | 65k Eddie Diaz wants nothing to do with the paranormal. He would be perfectly happy if the spirits of the world stopped showing themselves altogether, actually. But when Adriana and Sophia come to town to film on location for their popular YouTube ghost hunting channel and the ghosts in Eddie's life start becoming much more loud and frequent, he gets roped into figuring out just why things in the Los Angeles spiritual world are changing, and not for the better. The children are crying, and Eddie might be the only one who can hear them.

Your Love is an Oil Slick (It Glows like Rainbows, It Stains My Soul) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels / @letmetellyouaboutmyfeelsExplicit | 67.1k When Eddie's son claims he has an imaginary friend, Eddie doesn't think much of it. Christopher is seven, it's what kids do. But then weird things start happening around the house, and Eddie starts dreaming about a handsome blue-eyed man. Turns out, Christopher's friend isn't so imaginary. Their house is haunted.

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