#someone said in the comments like “i wonder where these guys are going to end up its like the first act of a tragedy”

[bueckersworld]

hey could you do a angst one shot of how paige and reader are kinda toxic but they always get into arguments but they had a particular one that causes them to break up maybe even if reader or paige cheats anyways then at the end they always go back to eachother no matter how toxic if is

ALWAYS COMING BACK

SYNOPSIS: you and paige have a toxic, all-consuming relationship that finally breaks after she cheats on you. despite the pain, she shows up at your door, angry and desperate, and the two of you crash back into each other like always. no matter how much it hurts, you both keep coming back

WARNING(S): smut - mdni, angst, strap referred to as paige’s dick, mentions of infidelity/cheating, toxicity, profanity.

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you and paige have always had this thing—this unspoken understanding that things between you are never easy, but they’re always fiery, always intense. you fight like hell one moment, and the next, you’re clinging to each other as if you can’t breathe without the other. it’s the kind of relationship where every argument feels like the last, but it’s never really over. not with paige. not with you.

but tonight, something shifts. tonight, everything cracks.

it started small, like it always does—just an offhand comment about something insignificant, something that usually wouldn’t matter. but with paige, everything becomes something. it always escalates, and you can’t ever just let things slide.

“you’re being ridiculous,” paige snaps, her eyes flashing with irritation. she stands in the middle of your living room, arms crossed defensively over her chest. “i can’t believe you’re making this into a big deal.”

you’ve heard those words a thousand times before, and they never lose their sting. she’s good at deflecting, good at making you feel like the crazy one, like you’re blowing things out of proportion. but you’re not. not this time.

“i’m not being ridiculous, paige. you fucking cheated on me!” the words come out sharper than you mean, but you’re done pretending it’s not the elephant in the room.

paige flinches, but only for a second. then, the walls go up. “i told you it was a mistake. i told you it didn’t mean anything.”

the words cut deeper than you expected. it’s the same line, the same excuse, the same empty apology. you want to scream, want to throw something, but you hold back, the anger bubbling under your skin.

“doesn’t mean anything?” you take a step toward her, your voice tight with rage. “how does that not mean anything? you kissed someone else. you slept with someone else.”

“it didn’t happen like that,” she argues, stepping back, her voice rising now. “it was a mistake, okay? i fucked up. but i’m trying to fix it, aren’t i?”

“fix it?” the irony hits you like a punch to the gut. “you don’t get to fix this. you don’t get to fuck up and then act like i’m the one being unreasonable.”

“i’m not saying that,” paige fires back, voice full of frustration. “you’re just—”

“i’m just what?” you snap, stepping into her space. “i’m just the one who got hurt, right? i’m the one who gets to be the bad guy. well, fuck that.”

paige’s face twists with annoyance, but this time, there’s something else in her eyes—something you recognize as guilt, fleeting as it is. it’s not enough to make you back down, but for a moment, you wonder if she’s actually feeling something real.

but the moment fades too quickly. the walls go back up.

“you always do this,” she mutters, voice low. “you always turn everything around on me. it’s exhausting, you know?”

your heart pounds in your chest, and the air between you two thickens with the weight of everything you haven’t said. everything that’s been building up for months. this isn’t just about the cheating. this isn’t just one argument. it’s the years of lies, of misunderstandings, of moments where neither of you ever really listened to the other.

“you’re right,” you say, the bitterness in your voice more cutting than you expect. “maybe i am exhausting. maybe that’s why i’m so fucking tired of this.”

paige glares at you for a moment, her jaw clenched, and then she says the words that shatter it all.

“i think we should break up,” she says flatly, like she’s not even phased by it. like it’s just another thing to get over with.

the words hang in the air, heavy and final. it feels like the earth has shifted beneath you, the ground cracking, splitting apart. you’re frozen, staring at her, not sure if you’re more angry or hurt. maybe both.

you can’t think straight. you want to scream, to beg her to take it back, to fix everything that’s falling apart. but instead, all you can do is nod, your chest tight with an emotion you can’t name.

“yeah,” you whisper, the words tasting like acid. “maybe that’s for the best.”

paige doesn’t hesitate. she turns her back on you, her footsteps heavy as she walks toward the door. it’s like she’s already done with it. done with you. it makes the ache in your chest grow.

you don’t watch her leave, though you hear the door slam behind her. you stand there for a long time, the silence so loud you can barely hear your own thoughts.

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the days pass, and you try to move on. it’s not as easy as you thought it would be. paige is everywhere—on your phone, in your mind, in the places you used to go together. every moment feels heavy, and no matter how many times you tell yourself it’s over, it never really feels like it is. not with her.

you think you’re getting used to the emptiness when it happens. the doorbell rings, sharp and unexpected, and for a moment, you think you’re imagining things. but then you hear it again.

you get up slowly, your heart racing as you walk toward the door. and when you open it, you see her standing there. paige. her face flushed with anger, eyes wild with something you can’t quite read.

“paige—” you start, but before you can say another word, she’s already on you.

her hands grab your shoulders, pushing you back into the apartment, the door slamming shut behind her with a force that shakes the walls. she doesn’t say anything at first, just stands there, chest heaving, her breath coming in uneven bursts. it’s clear she’s fuming, but there’s something else in her eyes too—something desperate.

“i can’t fucking do this anymore,” she spits, the words almost a growl. “i fucked up, okay? i know i fucked up. but i’m not letting you go. i’m not letting this die.”

you open your mouth to argue, to say something—anything—but the words die in your throat as paige moves toward you, her hands crashing into your hair, pulling you to her. her lips come down on yours, rough and demanding, a kiss that feels like she’s trying to burn the memory of everything that happened into your skin.

it’s not gentle. it’s not kind. it’s raw. it’s the kind of kiss that leaves you breathless, dizzy, like you’re both drowning in each other’s mistakes. her body presses against yours, forcing you back into the wall, and for a moment, you can’t think. you can’t feel anything except her.

when she pulls away, she’s staring at you, her chest still rising and falling with the force of her emotions. “i don’t care what you say,” she mutters, her voice hoarse. “i’m not fucking walking away from this.”

you pull her in again, crashing your lips to hers, your arms wrapping desperately around her neck like you’re scared she’ll vanish if you let go.

she groans into your mouth, gripping your thighs with ease as she lifts you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around her waist. her body presses against yours like it’s the only place it belongs. she stumbles back, lips never leaving yours, navigating toward the bedroom like muscle memory. you kick the door shut behind you with your foot, giggling into the kiss.

paige smirks against your lips, her eyes shining with that dangerous glint, the one that always made you weak. she lowers you onto the bed gently but with purpose, her hands already sneaking under your shirt, warm palms exploring your skin like she’s relearning every inch of you.

she kisses down your neck, making you shiver.

“paige…” you whisper, barely audible.

her mouth curls into a smirk against your throat.

she glances up at you with that look, the one that turns your stomach to ash and desire. “bottom drawer?” she mumbles.

you blink, confused for a second.

“the strap, baby. that’s where it is, right?” she says, her voice low, teasing, as she leans over you, her arm brushing across your stomach as she reaches into the nightstand. her fingers wrap around the base like they belong there.

“take your shorts off for me,” she murmurs, sliding her sweatpants down and stepping out of them. she adjusts the harness with quick, practiced fingers, tightening it around her hips.

you swallow, your breath hitching as you push your shorts and underwear down, discarding them onto the floor next to hers.

she looks at you—spread out, chest rising fast, eyes wide with a mix of innocence and aching need.

“god, you’re so fucking pretty, baby,” she mutters, her gaze dragging over your bare skin like it’s art.

her hands slide up your thighs, warm and firm, settling between them. she groans when she feels how wet you are.

“you’re soaked,” she smirks. “knew you’d miss me.”

she rubs your clit slowly at first, watching the way your lips part with a soft sound of pleasure.

“think you can take it, or you need my fingers first?” she whispers, lowering herself to kiss your cheek, her voice gentler now.

“i can take it,” you breathe, nodding, your lashes fluttering.

“yeah?” she teases, positioning herself between your thighs. her hands hook under your legs, holding them up by the backs of your thighs as she slowly starts to push in. you both watch as the strap disappears inside of you.

you tense slightly, gasping at the stretch, and she gives you a second, leaning over to kiss your temple.

then she starts to move—slow at first, letting your body adjust, but it doesn’t take long before she’s picking up the rhythm. her grip on your thighs tightens, and you know she’s marking you up, but you don’t care.

“fuck, paige…” you moan, your hands clutching her shoulders for support, for grounding.

her pace deepens, becomes rougher, more desperate, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room.

“feels good, huh?” she pants, eyes never leaving yours.

you nod quickly, a breathy moan slipping from your lips.

“missed this fuckin’ pussy,” she growls, slamming into you harder, her hand sneaking between your bodies again to rub fast, tight circles on your clit.

your back arches.

“fuck—paige!” you whimper, nails dragging across her back, leaving red trails in your wake.

she groans at the sting, spurred on.

“yeah, take it, baby,” she growls, pace unrelenting. “take that fuckin’ dick. you’ve been craving it, huh?”

you can’t even speak—only breathless whines, your body tightening.

“m’gonna come—” you gasp.

“do it. come for me. make a mess,” she murmurs against your ear, her lips brushing your jaw. “you’re mine, baby. say it.”

“m’yours, paige,” you cry out, voice breaking. “fuck—i’mm coming—”

your whole body tenses, your hands tangled in her hair as waves crash over you, shuddering beneath her. she watches your face the entire time, breathless, entranced.

“yeah…” she whispers, slowing her hips just enough. “that’s it. my fuckin’ girl.”

you collapse back onto the bed, legs still trembling as she finally pulls out and eases herself beside you. the room is thick with heat, with emotion, with everything left unsaid between you.

paige doesn’t say anything at first. she just wraps her arm around your waist, pulling you into her chest like nothing else in the world exists. her hand brushes sweat-slick strands of hair away from your face, her lips pressing to your forehead, then your cheek, then your shoulder.

“you okay?” she murmurs, softer than before. vulnerable.

you nod, snuggling into her warmth. your body still hums from her touch, but it’s the way she’s holding you now—like you’re something fragile and precious—that makes your eyes sting.

she reaches for the blanket at the foot of the bed and drapes it over both of you. her fingers trace lazy patterns on your back, grounding you again.

after a few minutes, she pulls away just far enough to grab a towel from the drawer, cleaning you up gently, like she’s apologizing without words. you stay still, heart thudding as she tucks the towel away, then climbs back into bed and holds you again.

you breathe her in—sweat, lavender detergent, something familiar and dangerous.

neither of you says what this means. neither of you talks about tomorrow. you just lie there, tangled in sheets and silence, her thumb brushing over your hip bone, your heartbeat slowly calming under the weight of her hand on your chest.

you’ll always come back to her.

and she’ll always come back to you.

no matter how toxic.

no matter how broken.

© bueckersworld

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[marcusspace]

Brotherly Swap part 2

The weeks that followed were a whirlwind of confusion and excitement for Tim. He took Brad's place at school, basking in the attention and adoration that came with being the star quarterback. He strutted through the halls with Brad's cocky swagger, his newfound muscles and height turning heads and opening doors. But with every step, he felt a pang of guilt, knowing that Brad was stuck in his nerdy body, enduring the torments of high school that Tim had once known all too well.

But every time he looked in the mirror, the guilt receded, replaced by a growing sense of entitlement. This body was his now, and he had every intention of making the most of it. The first order of business was to break up with Brad's girlfriend, Rachel. She had been clinging to him like a barnacle, and Tim knew she was just a status symbol for Brad. So, he called her up, his voice a smooth blend of Brad's charm and Tim's tact, and ended things as gently as he could manage. Rachel was devastated, but Tim felt a strange sense of liberation.

With Rachel out of the picture, Tim threw himself into the jock lifestyle. He started making lewd comments in the locker room, playing it off as brotherly banter. The other guys didn't seem to suspect a thing—they just laughed and slapped him on the back, their eyes lingering on Brad's now-his body in a way that sent shivers down his spine. He liked the way they looked at him, the way they talked to him, the way they touched him. It was intoxicating.

In the showers after practice, Tim would watch the water cascade over his new body, tracing the lines of muscle and power that Brad had never appreciated. He'd catch glances from his teammates, especially from Josh, the tight end with the piercing blue eyes and the body of a Greek god. Josh had always been friendly, but now there was something more, a heat in his gaze that made Tim's heart race.

"Dude, your ass is looking tight today," Tim called out one day, his voice still unfamiliar in Brad's deep timbre. The locker room erupted in laughter and good-natured ribbing, but there was an unmistakable flicker in Josh's eyes that told Tim he had struck a nerve. He turned around, giving a cheeky wink over his shoulder before rinsing off. The tension in the air was thick with unspoken desires.

After the shower, as the guys toweled off and slapped each other's backs, Tim found himself drawn to the tight end's locker. The sight of Josh's water-slicked body was a feast for the eyes, and Tim couldn't resist the urge to let his gaze linger on the bulge between his legs. The glances grew more frequent, the tension palpable, until one day, Tim leaned in close as they both reached for their towels. "You know, I've always wondered," he whispered, "what it would be like to touch someone... like you."

The words hung in the air, the locker room suddenly feeling much quieter than it had moments before. Josh stiffened, his eyes meeting Tim's, now filled with a mix of shock and something else—desire. Tim felt a thrill run through him, the power of his new body coursing through his veins. He had Brad's charm and Brad's body, and he was going to use it.

They agreed to meet at a secluded spot by the football field after school, where they could be alone. Tim, now Brad, felt his heart racing as he approached, his body thrumming with excitement. He had never been with a guy before, but the fantasies had been enough to keep him company through many a lonely night. And now, here was Josh, the object of so many of those fantasies, looking at him with a hungry gaze.

"What's up, Brad?" Josh asked, his voice low and gruff.

Tim, now Brad, smirked, his hand casually resting on the locker. "Just wondering if you're free after practice," he said, his eyes lingering on Josh's bare chest.

Josh's gaze flickered with curiosity. "Yeah, I guess," he said, his voice a low rumble. "What did you have in mind?"

Tim's heart pounded in Brad's chest. This was it—his chance to live out the fantasies he had never dared to speak. "I want to show you something," he said, his voice a seductive drawl that seemed to come so naturally in this body. He led Josh out to the football field, the setting sun casting long shadows across the grass.

They sat down on the bench, the cool metal sending a shiver through Tim's new body. He could feel Brad's nerves, but Tim's mind was racing with excitement. He leaned in close, their legs brushing together, and whispered, "You know how everyone thinks Brad's straight?"

Josh's eyes narrowed, a hint of suspicion creeping into his features. "Yeah," he said, his voice tight. "What about it?"

Tim, now Brad, took a deep breath, his heart hammering against Brad's ribcage. "Well," he began, his voice a low murmur, "What if I told you Brad's not so straight after all?"

Josh's eyes widened, his gaze dropping to Tim's crotch, where Brad's cock was starting to stir. "What are you saying?"

Tim leaned in closer, his hand brushing against Josh's thigh. "I'm saying," he murmured, "that I want to know what it's like to be with you." He watched the other boy's expression shift from shock to something darker, something more primal. "I want to explore... everything."

Josh's eyes searched Brad's face, looking for any sign of a joke or a trick. But Tim's gaze remained steady, filled with a hunger that was undeniably real. "You're fucking with me," Josh said, his voice strained.

Tim, now Brad, shook his head, the smirk never leaving his lips. "Why would I do that?"

Josh's heart thudded in his chest, his eyes searching Tim's—face for any hint of deceit. "You've always talked shit about gay guys," he said, his voice tight with tension. "Why the sudden change?"

Tim, now in Brad's body, leaned back, his smirk never wavering. "Maybe I realized I've been missing out," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate in the very air around them. "Maybe I've been watching you, and I can't help but want to know what it's like."

Josh's eyes searched Tim's, looking for any hint of a lie. But all he saw was desire, raw and unbridled. He swallowed hard, his own cock straining against his sweatpants. "Why me?" he managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper.

Tim leaned in even closer, his breath hot against Josh's neck. "Because you're the only one I've ever wanted," he murmured, his hand sliding down his pants. "I've seen the way you look at me—I know you feel it too. Should we take this back to my house?"

In Brad’s room, surrounded by objects from Brad’s life. There sits Josh and Tim. With trembling hands, Tim unzipped Brad's pants, revealing his stepbrother's cock. It was already hard, the tip glistening with precum. Josh stared at it, his own cock throbbing in response. He knew he shouldn't—Brad was his best friend, his teammate—but he couldn't help the need that was building inside him. He reached out, tentatively touching Brad's shaft. Tim's eyes rolled back in his head with pleasure, and he let out a moan in Brad’s booming voice.

Tim's hand guided Josh's, showing him how Brad liked to be touched. The sensation was overwhelming—his own hand on another man's cock, his own body responding with a hunger he had never felt before. They began to kiss, clumsily at first, as Tim tried to navigate the unfamiliar sensations. But soon, they found a rhythm, Brad's tongue dancing with Tim's, his teeth grazing Tim's lower lip.

Josh's hand was rough on Brad's cock, just like Tim had always imagined it would be. The friction sent sparks of pleasure through his body, making him gasp into the kiss. He broke away, panting, and whispered, "Worship me," his voice a plea. "Worship my body."

Without hesitation, Josh leaned down, his mouth closing around Brad's cock. Tim's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the wet heat envelop him, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. He threw his head back, his hips bucking upwards as Brad's name left his lips in a strangled moan. It was all so wrong, but it felt so right.

Josh took Brad's cock in hand, his tongue swirling around the tip, teasing and taunting. Tim's eyes watched in the mirror, his own hand reaching up to cup Brad's hairy armpit. The sensation was indescribable—the roughness of the hair, the smell of sweat and musk, it was intoxicating. He never knew he had such a kink, but now that he had Brad's body, he was discovering new desires he never knew existed.

"Suck me," Tim urged, his voice Brad's but filled with a need that was entirely his own. Josh looked up, his eyes hooded with lust, and took Brad's length into his mouth. Tim felt the wet warmth, the pressure of those perfect lips, and it was all he could do not to come right then and there. He bit back a moan, his eyes sliding shut as Brad's body responded to the sensations.

Josh's hand pumped the base of Brad's cock as he took him deeper, his tongue playing over the sensitive flesh. Tim could feel his orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure in his belly that was so intense it was almost painful. He reached down to touch himself, his hand finding Brad's balls, rolling them gently. The sensation was exquisite, his body singing with the promise of release.

Tim leaned back, his eyes still locked on the mirror. He watched as Brad's body writhed in pleasure. And then, just as he felt the orgasm cresting, he heard it—Josh's voice, raw and needy, calling out Brad's name. The sound sent Tim over the edge, and he came with a roar, sending ropes of hot cum into the Josh's eager mouth. Brad’s alpha cum. Josh swallowed it all like the needy slut he is, why wouldn’t he want to taste every drop of juice from Brad’s perfect cock.

As the pleasure subsided, Tim's eyes snapped open, his gaze falling to the doorway. There was Brad, his eyes wide with horror, his hand clutching at his own tiny erection as he stared at the scene before him. Tim couldn't help but laugh—the tables had turned, and now it was Brad's turn to watch.

"You liked that, didn't you?" Tim taunted, his voice still deep and filled with Brad's confidence. "I always knew you had a thing for guys."

Brad's eyes, now looking out from Tim's face, were a mix of anger and confusion. "What the fuck did you do to me?" he whispered, his voice high-pitched and unsteady.

Tim, still in Brad's body, just smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Oh, come on," he said, his voice deep and teasing. "You're telling me you've never thought about it?"

Brad's mind was racing, his body trembling with a mix of anger and arousal that he didn't know how to process. His cheeks red with embarrassment, he began to storm back to Tim’s room in anger.

[bluetimeombre]

: ̗̀➛ Call it what you want to

You're an up-coming star, staring in some hit movies like Hunger games Ballad of songbirds and snakes and now Wonka, along the Timothee Chalamet.

[i'm obsessed with my man and just need to ignore the fact he's dating someone that isn't me. anyway, you're an up-coming actress who stared in the new hunger games movie and now you're also staring in wonka, the people love you and maybe, so does a co-star of yours] not proof read. this was very fun to write so maybe i'll do more, if anyone likes it. or just for me

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you were flicking through comments by your friends when your phone started to ring, the familiar picture of your co-star flicking up on your phone. quickly, you dimissed yourself from your assistant and took the call. 'yes?'

'I need your help.'

'Timothee, you're old enough to zip up your own jacket,' you tease, leaning on the wall.

'I don't know what jumper to wear, what are you wearing? we'll coordinate.'

you'd opted for something of your own style. a jumper with pinks and blues and a white flowering skirt with a ring almost on every finger. this was only your second big press tour and sitting next to timothee chalamet every day for it was enough to make you nervous. so nervous you woke every morning wondering if you'd throw up. it didn't help you were also surrounded by others you'd looked up to, like olivia coleman and hugh grant. how were you supposed to keep your cool for months. even if now you were considered just as big a star.

'don't you have a stylist for this?' you ask, looking at the crew around, ready to go but waiting for him.

'there's three options and i don't know which one to go for. can't you just come up.'

you could, sure. go to timothee's hotel room and see him probably shirtless. once you'd have dreamt of it, but things were different, now you just didn't have a silly celebrity crush. now he was your co-star and very off limits.

'option two now come on, please.' quickly, you end the call and pick up your coffee, heading to the room where you'd be sat for the next eight hours answering questions with timothee.

you were there first, shaking hands with the interviewer and introducing yourself to her. you took your seat, making little chatter before timothee chalamet walked in, calm, cool and collected. completely different to your flushed and smiling expression.

you watched as he quickly said hello to everyone in the room and greeted the lady who'd be conducting the interview.

timothee turned to you, arms out wide and waiting. laughing, you put your coffee down and stood up, giving him a hug. you shared small pleasantries before he took his seat next to you, shuffling around and settling in. only then did you realise how much your jumpers looked the same, both smudges of similar colours. you blushed more as timothee watched, silently wondering what could make you so red. as if he had no idea what he did to you just by sitting down next to him.

'I have had scrub scrub stuck in my head since seeing the movie,' she- charline, said as you and timothee laugh. 'do you guys have a favourite song you got to perform?'

'I mean, pure imagination was quite a surreal experience. you know, getting to sing something that was so ... iconic, it was-it was a lot of fun. and a lot of pressure, but, in a good way,' said timothee.

'you killed it,' you assure, casually.

'thank you,' he smiled.

'i really enjoyed you've never had chocolate like this number. that was just so fun, the dancing and all,' you say, timothee nodding and agreeing.

'for a moment was fun to, i guess,' added timothee. 'we got to dance.'

you grin at the memory. 'we did.' you remembered the a million takes, timothee singing practically to you while prancing around. it was your favourite scene to shoot because it was such an easy and happy scene. you didn't have to think about it, just held timmy's hand as he twirled you around the place.

'and i know we're here to talk about wonka but i just have to say-' she gestured to you, 'congratulations on hunger games, biggest movie in the world.'

you wave her off, thanking her as timmy claps for you. 'thank you, thank you.'

'i was wondering what was your favourite song to film there on that set and how does it compare to singing on this one.'

ranting about yourself or your achievements was always hard for you. your stardom and come so quickly with hunger games and wonka, so much so you felt like you didn't deserve half of it.

'i mean, for hunger games it was all live. i sang them there and then so that's daunting in itself, um. i loved filming pure as the driven snow, just because i got to- essentially- sing it to tom. it was just him and me and the crew, like for those shots there was no extra's so that was great fun. a special moment. and singing it to him made it a whole lot easier. whereas on this movie, luckily it was all like pre-recorded so, not so daunting. didn't have to sing in front of timothee chalamet,' you say.

he listened carefully to you, seeing your smile at mentioning tom blyth, your co-star from the hunger games. he'd never met the guy, he was probably lovely- from the amount you talked about him. 'you've got a great singing voice.'

'thanks man.'

'this cast is just so insane and obviously you two got close during filming,' says charline, gesturing to the two of you.

timothee nudged you with his head, like he'd done a thousand times before knowing how much you secretly loved it. just like a horse, as had been quoted.

'who's more british, olivia or hugh?'

'hugh, easily,' you say. you loved all of hugh's movies, but you'd never say that to his face.

'you know, i'm gonna go and say you,' says timothee, turning to you.

you drop you jaw, pointing to yourself. yes, you were british, but more so than than the hugh grant seemed impossible. 'me?'

'yea, i mean, hugh grant is like a walking union jack- and i mean that in the best way possible, but you seem so much more like british. you know, wicked sense of humor and the charm and- you love london,' he pointed out.

'i do love london,' you agreed.

'did you have fun filming in england, timothee?' she asked.

they want on and on to talk about filming the movie, answering questions in depth and it was sure the two of you had great answers, listening intently together and everyone could tell. your chemistry was there, your smiles and answers together were almost so perfect it was like it was practiced and the fans ate it up!

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[nerdy-novelist017]

Omg hi!!!🧚🏻‍♀️

I just wanted to pop by and tell you how much I LOVE your writing and content, makes me kick my feet reading about Benny and Bunny😫🙂‍↔️I was just wondering if mayhaps you’d write something in which Bunny gets mad at Benny for something and gives him the cold shoulder hehe. You mentioned in your most recent installment of them how she’s done that when pissed at him and I just thought it’d be so interesting to see an upset Bunny and groveling Benny😏perhaps involving the topic of jealousy or miscommunication. Have a good day/evening and feel free to ignore my yapping!!!🙈🐇

Thank you so much for your kind words! 🥹You're so sweet!!! I could never ignore your yapping, friend! Sorry this took so long to post but I wanted to get it right since this request is so stinking cute! I was going to break this up into two parts because I got a little carried away but I figured you guys probably don't mind the longer posts ;) Please let me know your thoughts on this as I love reading your comments! Hope you enjoy! 🫶

Benny x Bunny Masterlist 🐰

Word Count- 3.4k+

Love, Lids, and Lessons (Benny Cross X Shy!Reader)

Listen, Benny fucked up on a near daily basis. He’s by no means perfect and there was a lot that you overlook because you loved him and he’s still the best man you’d ever met. However, there were times where Benny pissed you off so bad that you simply couldn't excuse him. This happened to be one of those times.

You were standing beside him at the pool table during what happened to be a pretty intense moment of a game that Benny happened to be losing pretty badly. It was the third time you’d approached him, asking to leave. It wasn’t even that late but you had wanted to go because you planned to get up early the next morning to meet your girlfriends for a breakfast date. He’d told you that the two of you could leave soon, after he finished his beer. And then he told you after he finished his game. Then that game became the next game. And the current game which he happened to be losing and maybe it was that his temper with the razzing he was receiving from the members who watched the game but he just didn’t want to have to tell you one more time that you would both be leaving soon. You tugged on his sleeve again and he just said it, without a filter, without thinking. 

“Bunny, you’re being naggy.” 

That was it. Just four words that would cause him more trouble than he even realized. He didn’t mean it in a rude way; He was just trying to tell you what you were doing was annoying to him. He said way worse than that to the boys and they never reacted the way you did. 

Your mouth dropped open in shock, driven speechless by his words. He made a shrugging motion to you that said What? But the low whistled that emitted from Cal on the other side of the pool table did nothing to deescalate the embarrassment he could see bubbling in your face. You snapped your mouth shut, brows pinching together as you glanced at the others who heard. Not many, just Cal, Johnny, Betty and a few others. It was enough. When your gaze found him again there was an undeniable dark cloud in your eyes and he wanted to apologize. But you turned and walked away before he could say anything else. 

“Oh, Benny. . .” Johnny muttered with a grimace but Benny was too caught up in the taunting of the other members around the table to hear him. So he let you storm off, figuring you’d have cooled down by the time his game was over. And shortly after, his game ended (He lost, though he didn’t really find himself caring about that, not with the image of your hurt expression looping in his mind) and he said goodbye to the boys and went to find you. Only . . . you were gone. 

He found Gail who told him you had left with Kathy. He clenched his jaw and nodded. You rarely ever left with someone else, you liked to ride home with Benny. He thought maybe you were just tired and Kathy was probably leaving at the same time but a little voice in the back of his head told him it was more to it than that. He tried to ignore the way the ride home was quiet without you on the back. And when he walked through the door, you were not in the entryway where you normally stood waiting for him. No, you weren’t even in the kitchen where he’d sometimes find you during a midnight craving. Something uncomfortable gripped at his heart and he stood in the kitchen for a long time, trying to come to terms with the fact that you probably left. 

Trudging up the stairs to your bedroom, his heart skipped a beat when he saw your form laying in the bed, back facing him. He resisted the urge to go to you, sensing the way your shoulders stiffened that you were still awake. He undressed slowly, taking the time to decide what he wanted to say to you. But even as he pulled back the covers and crawled in next to you, no words ever formed in his mouth. Instead, he tried a different tactic. He pressed himself up against your body, sliding his hand over your waist, traveling it up to your breast as he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

You brushed his hand away. “I’m not in the mood, Benny.”

His hand moved down to your hips instead to take it in another direction but you gripped his wrist and moved it back to his side. “I’m serious. I’m tired”

Okay, you were upset about what he’d said. He sighed and rolled onto his back, moving back to his side of the bed. He waited a few more seconds to see if you’d follow him like you normally did, but you remained steadfast in your spot so he reached over to the bedside lamp and switched it off, the room filling with darkness. He laid in that darkness for a long time, contemplating what to say, what to do. 

When Benny woke the next morning and his hand drifted over to you, he found your side of the bed empty. He frowned, glancing at the clock. It was still early and you almost never woke up before he did. And if you did, you just wanted to snuggle with him in bed. With an odd feeling in the pit of his gut, he got up and dressed, seeking you out. He found you in the kitchen, wearing an apron with little flowers embroidered on the fabric. You stood at the island, frosting cupcakes that he didn’t know you planned on taking with you. 

“Mornin’,” he said as he approached, making his way over to make a cup of coffee. You only hummed in response. He turned back around to face you, leaning against the opposite countertop, feeling as though the space between you was as wide as an ocean. He watched you for a moment as you set down the cupcake you were working on, the delicate desert now freshly adorned with baby pink frosting. You reached forward to start on the next one and that’s when he spoke again. “You need help with that?” 

“No,” you replied, avoiding eye-contact. A heavy silence filled the kitchen as he sipped meekly at his coffee and you finished frosting the cupcakes. It’d be better to just rip off the band-aid, he decided. He wasn’t going to go his whole day pretending he didn’t know that you were giving him your traditional cold-shoulder response. So he said, “You still mad about last night?”

Your eyes flashed up to his for just a moment. “What do you think, Benny?” 

“About what I said? C’mon . . .” He didn’t even mean it in a rude way! Sometimes you were so sensitive and he truly didn’t understand you. Johnny had told him once that women were a completely different creature than them. And as Benny watched you furiously frost your cupcakes, he really felt the impact of that statement.  “I didn’t mean it. You know that. I was a little drunk and–”

“Oh you were drunk?” Your voice dripped with sarcasm. “Well, in that case, I’ll just let you get away with whatever you want when you’re drunk. Won’t let anything affect me at all!”

Hmm. He didn’t think that’s what you were gonna say to that. Benny hated it when you verbally put him in a corner like this, didn’t let him get away with his half-assed apologies that never actually use the phrase ‘I’m sorry.’ It always made him get defensive, made his temper flare and he’d end up doing more damage than good nearly every time.

“You were naggin’ and you know it. I don’t know if it was because you wanted to go home or if you were jealous that someone else had my attention for a moment and you didn’t–”

“Jealous?” The word echoed off the cupboards. “Are you kidding me?”

“Bunny–” he groaned but you cut him off. 

“Don’t Bunny me right now,” you griped, eyes narrowing as you began placing the cupcakes in the portable carrier he had surprised you with for your birthday a few months ago. “Jealous? You honestly think I was jealous? Or are you just sayin’ that because you want to get a rise out of me?”

“Well, I’m just tryin to say–” he stopped short as he caught your sharp gaze. “I just. . . Don’t you think you’re overreacting about this?”

Your mouth formed a thin line, jaw clenching. You stared at him for a few agonizingly long moments before you shook your head, muttering, “You–” 

Benny was dying to know what you were about to say but only observed as you removed your apron, folded it neatly and placed it back in the drawer before you grabbed your portable tray and left the kitchen. Like a moth to flame, he followed you as you went to the door, pausing only to slide your feet into the kitten heels you had lined up at the baseboard. Without saying another word, you opened the door and left. But he trailed after you, standing on the porch, he wordlessly watched as you descended the stairs and walked down the stone pathway to the white picket fencing you had always talked about and opened the little gate. 

“Damn thing,” you grumbled under your breath as you fought with the broken hinge of the gate to close it properly behind you, the sound squeaking obnoxiously. 

“When are you comin’ back?” he hollered after you, trying not to sound as desperate as he felt.

“Later.” Was your vague answer before you got into your car and left Benny still standing on the porch, front door ajar and eyes narrowed. 

******

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Benny stood to his full height and took a step back to take in the shiny new hinge on the gate he just installed. He tried opening and closing it a few times, admiring the way it worked soundlessly. Good as new, he thought. Fixing physical things like door hinges and motorcycle parts, those were easy. Benny was good with his hands, he could tinker around and fix just about anything he set his mind to. But fixing emotional things. . . those were not so easy for Benny. Apologies were rare and he’s never one to throw them out like confetti as you so often did. You apologized too much and he’s told you that you shouldn’t apologize for half the things you do. 

He’d had a lot of time to think about what happened and his mood certainly shifted more than once during his front gate project. At first, mild annoyance because what he said to you was hardly an insult. Then, it might have been due to the sun beating down on him while he worked, but genuine anger replaced the annoyance because you were so damn sensitive and there were times he felt he had to walk on eggshells around you. But the anger quickly fizzled out when he thought about how your sensitivity was what made you special. It was what helped you be so empathetic, so caring toward everyone you came across. And by the time he’d finished fixing the gate, the only feeling that smothered him was a painfully present regret. Regret for what he had said, but also for what he hadn’t. An apology was something you deserved, but he didn’t give it to you, not in an appropriate way. 

So when you came home, hours later, he watched from the living room window as your car pulled in front of the house. You exited the car, and he almost held his breath as you opened the gate, taking a moment to open and close it a few times. You definitely noticed he’d fixed it. Good, but that didn’t mean he was in the clear yet.

You came inside and it was clear that you were still upset by the way you moved. He could see your shoulder stiffen when you noticed him there, could see the pouty lip of yours pull into a slight frown. You hardly spoke to each other the rest of the day. You didn’t mention the gate and he didn’t bring it up. 

******

The next morning Benny was up before you, as usual. At least that was back to normal. He went downstairs and started a pot of coffee as he got ready for work. He grabbed his lunchbox, preparing to make himself a lunch for work when he stopped short, noticing that there was already a lunch packed in there, complete with one of your pink-frosted cupcakes. His heart squeezed at the realization that you still packed him a lunch, something you did every workday for him, even though you were upset with him. You . . . the sweet creature that he still didn’t completely understand. And he needed to do something.

Fortunately Benny had another trick up his sleeve, and playing dirty didn’t matter to him when it came to getting your attention again. 

******

You didn’t sleep well last night, laying awake all night with a heartsick frown, wishing nothing more than for the man who lay just within an arm's reach from you to actually comfort you – in a way that you wanted to be comforted. And tears threatened to spill when you realized, even just for a moment, you wished he could be someone who was a bit more empathetic, a bit more compatible to you. This wasn’t the worst thing he’s said and you’ve had your fights over much worse, but in all your time together, this was the first time you’d ever had that thought. Maybe it was because this was the first time you had both ignored it, both choosing to go to bed angry and upset rather than to work through it. The storm in your heart still surged on, albeit a bit more due to sadness rather than anger, as you slipped on your babydoll pink robe over your nightgown. You tried not to think about Benny at all as you put your hair up in rollers and applied your makeup for the day. You couldn’t hide in the bedroom all day unfortunately, so you traipsed downstairs, bare feet padding softly against each step until you entered the kitchen where you found Benny sitting at one of the island chairs, the daily paper spread out on the countertop before him. 

He looked up when he heard you. “Mornin’.”

“Morning,” you parroted as you went to the pantry to grab out your ingredients to start breakfast. You started your tea, grabbing the jar of honey off the shelf and a flower mug. You turned your back to Benny and started to twist the lid off the honey jar . . . only it was really stuck on there. Readjusting your hands, you gave it another go, but still it didn’t budge. Setting your jaw in place, you glanced over your shoulder at your husband who was still looking down at his newspaper. Normally, you would immediately hand something over to Benny to open for you, but you were still mad at him which meant you’ll have to go without honey in your tea. 

So instead you started making your bagel for breakfast, a go-to breakfast meal for workday mornings. Popping the bagel in the toaster, you took the homemade strawberry jam out of the fridge and frowned when you realized that lid was also screwed on extra tight too. You turned to face your partner, reluctantly asking, “Can you open this?”

He looked up at you, eyes glancing down at the jam jar and he held out his hand. “I’ll open it for you if you talk to me.”

In no mood to play his games, you rolled your eyes. “Forget it. I can do it myself.”

You turned back around, feeling his gaze burning into you as you grabbed a dish rag and placed it over the lid to get a better grip. You twisted hard, tongue darting out between your teeth as you concentrated on opening it. It seemed as though a mutant with superhuman strength had sealed this lid last – which was strange considering you were the only person in the house who ever used it. You peaked back at Benny who watched you blatantly so you stuck your chin out defiantly as you put the jar back down on the countertop. Fine, you’d just put peanut butter on your bagel instead. You scooped up the peanut butter jar, this time facing him as you twisted the lid and you nearly screamed in frustration when you felt how tightly this lid was as well. 

Wordlessly, he held out his hand across the countertop, waiting patiently as you crossed your arms, mentally debating if you could go without any of these items on your bagel.

Ding! You both glanced over as your perfectly-browned bagel popped up from the toaster. You sighed through your nose, biting your bottom lip as defeat settled in. You grabbed the jam, honey and peanut butter jars and slid them on the countertop before him. 

“Okay, fine,” you admittedly softly and watched as he made it look so effortless as he opened the lid with a satisfying pop. You muttered a quick thanks and reached for the jar but he leaned backwards, holding the jar just out of your reach. 

“I shouldn’t have said that,” he spoke, eyes earnestly searching your face. “What I said at the bar – about you askin’ to go home. You weren’t being naggy, I should have listened to you the first time. That was my own fault. I was just getting so caught up in that stupid game and it wasn’t even important. Not like you are. And what I said embarrassed you and that was wrong.” He rose from his seat, moving around the counter to stand before you as he said, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I hurt you.”

Your eyes widened slightly at his apology. Only a handful of times have you heard those words leave his mouth and you knew he never said them if he wasn’t completely meaningful. You nodded but then remembered his use of vocabulary last night. “And what you said about me bein’ jealous?”

His shoulders slumped ever so slightly. “I’m not apologizin’ for that because you really do confuse me sometimes, Bunny. I thought maybe you were jealous and when you stop communication’ with me, I feel even more lost than usual.”

“Okay, that’s fair,” you accepted as you crossed your arms. “But I don’t want to talk to you when I’m upset. Maybe I want you to do the talking for once.”

He furrowed his brow in thought as he looked over at the toaster. “Well, why don’t we make a promise to each other that we can go to bed angry if we want, but come morning, we talk about it over breakfast. No more putting it off for multiple days. We have to deal with it so that we can move past it.”

You considered that for a moment. “Yeah, that sounds alright.”

He took your hands in his own and dipped forward to place a soft kiss to your cheek. When he began to pull back, your hand flew up to gently encase the side of his face, holding him there as you met him halfway and kissed his lips in a physical show to prove you had accepted his apology. And if that wasn’t good enough, you whispered against his lips, “I forgive you.”

His arms circled around your waist pulling you into his lean frame in a tight hug that seemed to melt away all the stress that built between you two. 

“How did you know that I would use the honey today?” you asked with a tilt of your head, figuring he must be the reason for the right lids. 

“I didn’t. I tightened all the jars.”

“Benny!” you laughed, playfully slapping his bicep. 

He lowered his hands behind your hips, lifting you quickly onto the kitchen countertop, grinning at the squeal you let out at the sudden shift. 

“Let me make it up to you, Bunny? Please?” he begged, voice teasing but you could see the sincerity, the desperation in his ocean blue eyes.

“I’m gonna be late for work,” you giggled as he buried his face into the spot between your jaw and collarbone, that sweet spot he knew got you weak in the knees every time he placed his mouth there. “I need to leave in a few minutes.”

“You might wanna call in sick then,” he murmured against your skin as he kissed up your neck, “‘Cuz I got plans for you that’s gonna last longer than a few minutes.”

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[rafesslxt]

HII<33 i love ur work and i was wondering if you could write one where matt sees u with another guy and gets really really jealous and it ends with mattheo like really hard core fucking the reader like bend over and stuff? (can u tell i’m ovulating?)

[sorry for the late answer but I’m cleaning my drafts and requests right now and since I have so many I‘m gonna keep them a little shorter, hope u still like it 🫶🏻]

+ i already had something similar in my drafts so i mixed it

jealous jealous jealous you | mattheo riddle

summary: mattheo wants to make you jealous but you‘re way ahead of him

warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, spanking, doggystyle, jealousy from reader and mattheo, different house reader

words: 1,2k

Mattheo thought he had the best plan ever. He knew you liked him, he saw the looks you gave him when you thought he wasn‘t noticing. The way he could always get under your skin with his annoying comments, your cheeks heating up when he whispered them into your ear, his hot breath hitting your skin.

But he was just as stubborn as you. So of course he wouldn‘t just admit he liked you. He wanted to make you say it so he had a plan.

Tonight it was a party where all the houses gathered together to celebrate. You knew Mattheo would be there ao of course you wore the shortest and tightest dress you owned with cute little heels on your feet. When you entered the party, it didn‘t took long for you to find Mattheo, dancing with Pansy. But what they both didn‘t knew was, you knew that Pansy liked your best friend Jane so it was obviously what kind of game he played.

But two can play that game. It didn‘t take long for you to find someone to dance. There was that boy Colin from your house that eyed you up and down so you took your chance. He pulled you towards him while dancing, your hips moving to the music and your ass brushing his jeans when you turned your back to him while dancing. You stood perfect, exactly in sight for Mattheo who looked at you over Pansy‘s shoulder.

You smiled at him provoking, leaning forwards and shaking your ass in front of Colin. That‘s it. That was all it took for Mattheo to let go of Pansy and storming towards you. Without a single word he grabbed you by your arm and pulled you away from the party.

"Let go of me Mattheo!" you groaned, but he didn‘t answer and didn‘t stop walking either. He took you up to the astronomy tower, pushing you against the railing so you where squeezed between it and his body.

"I‘m so fucking done with your games." he whipers angrily into your ear while he places his hands on your hips. "Don‘t know what you mean." you answer him with a cheeky smirk. He scoffs, turning you around with one swift motion, pushing your upper body over the railing.

"Mattheo!" you gasp loudly as your hands hold themselves at the metal beneath you. "I‘m gonna teach you a lesson now baby. It‘s called 'nobody‘s allowed to touch you besides me' understand?" be asks while slowly pushing the little fabric of your dress over your ass. You hear him groan behind you, his hands instantly on your skin.

Suddenly a sharp sting goes through you, making you gasp again in shock. You look over your shoulder and see Mattheo already smiling at you, them his hand coming down again on your cheek, leaving a mark. You bite down on your bottom lip trying to hide the moans that wanted to leave your mouth.

But soon he hits harder and you feel the wetness between your legs. "I said: Do you understand?" he repeats himself with such a sharp hit on your ass this time that a short scream left your mouth.

You feel him pulling your panties down and also hear him groan at the sight of your wet pussy. "Fuck I should have done that way earlier. Who could have known that our perfect little princess is that desperate huh?" His fingers wander over your wetness, teasing your clit in a circling motion.

Whimpers leave your mouth, wanting nothing more tham to feel him inside of you. "Please.." you start begging and wiggling your hips against him. "What was that princess? Couldn‘t quite hear you." he says in a mocking tone, knowing that he had you right where he wanted you. "Please fuck me, need you, please." little whines leave your mouth which make his cock harder every second.

He pushes two fingers inside you, making you moan desperately. He leans forwards until his mouth is next to your ear again and whispers "I‘m goimg to fuck you so hard that you won‘t even remember anything from today but my cock inside your wet little pussy."

His fingers pumping and his thumb teasing your clit made you lose your mind, making you a brainless mess. "Shit look at you already so stupid just from my fingers. What‘s gonna happen when I fuck you with my cock?" he says in a devilish tone.

"Mattheo Please.." you beg again. "Need you inside me." You hear him fumbling with his belt, opening his pants and pushing them down with his boxershorts. He rubs his cock against your ass and chuckles. "Feel this princess?" You bite your lip and nod.

He breathes out, excited to already feel you. "I‘ve waited so long to do this.." Slowly he drags his tip through your wet folds, grunting at the feeling. Then he pushes in, inch for inch, biting his lip too.

"Oh fuck you‘re so tight baby. Just waited for me to pound that pussy." he moans as he feels your walls clench around him, sucking him in. Your eyes roll back and your hands tighten around the railing.

His hands grab your hips even tigther, fucking you from behind. One of his hands goes around your body finding your clit to bring you even closer to your high. His other hand finds your throat and squeezes it, smiling when he hears your moan and your walls around him tightening.

"It feels so good Matty.." you mumble, your eyes already closed with parted lips. His fingers against your clit worked even faster, making you tremble in front of him. "Oh baby I know, and guess what?" he leans forwards again whispering into your ear. "I‘m gonna be the only one who touches you. Never ever will anothet man touch you. You‘re mine princess. And I am your‘s." His touch got a little softer around your throat as he says this. "I- I‘m yours Mattheo." you moan, feeling your heart swelling in your chest.

"That‘s my good girl hm, now come for me on my cock." Your eyes squeeze shut as his hips thrust harder and faster, his fingers still working on your clit until you see stars.

You grab his arm behind you squeezing it as you come around him with a lout and broken moan. "Oh fuck.." Mattheo smiles down on you and groans as he feels your walls spasm. "Come inside me." you mumble quietly but loud enough for him to hear.

"You sure baby?" he asks again, biting his lip when he feels his climax nearing. You nod your head, feeling powerless after your orgasm. With a final thrust he stops inside you and comes inside you and let‘s out a short and quite whimper, groaning afterwards to conceal it. But you heard anyways and smile already ready to tease him.

When you both calm down again, all sweaty and a little shaky, he pulls you off the railing against his body, kissing you for the first time. "Should have done that way earlier too.." You laugh lighty and look up into his eyes. "You have all the time now to do so.." "hmm i hope so." he answers, leaning down to kiss you again with all the love he had in him.

thank you for reading 🫶🏻

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xoxo sarah <3

[lieslab]

You know I can't fight the feeling

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Pairing: Chan X gn reader

Summary: Your boyfriend's simple mistake causes him to feel like the world is ending

Genre: Reverse comfort/hurt

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: I know I said there'd be a Hyunjin fic up and it will be up tomorrow. Someone posted Chan's bubble message where he said he always hurts people and that felt like being shot in the chest. Parasocial relationships aside, nobody deserves to feel hopeless and feel like they can't do anything right. If you have bubble, please be kind to the guys. To the rest of us, let's be a little kinder to ourselves, yeah? <3

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The soft knocking on the recording studio’s door caused Chan to glance up from his laptop. The usual beats and instrumentals came to a halt quite a while ago. For the past twenty minutes, he’d been staring at the screen and letting his mind wander. 

He didn’t move, wondering which one of his members would appear. Someone probably saw the bubble message he posted and they’d be here to talk to him, but he didn’t want to talk. What was there to say? He was drowning in all the pressure from everyone and everything. 

It never goes away, not really. When you’re the leader, the eldest, the most mature, and the one that’s responsible for everyone, even when those you’re responsible for grow up, you still feel for them. There’s still a part of you that bends and contorts to make them happy. Fifty or five, it doesn’t matter. Once you start to care in certain ways, it never goes away. 

And it doesn’t help when the world is watching. Why do people want him to fall? He doesn’t know. He might never know. One minor mistake. Lately, it’s felt like a thousand. One minor mistake to you, but a million to me. 

You become a lifeline in certain situations. The emergency contact. The one person to go for advice. The leader. The father. The best. What happens when those expectations crumble? Who is there for you? 

Why do people do that? Assume someone is meant to hold all your expectations and not drop a single one? Nobody fills the role of perfection and yet, it’s still expected. Who picks you up when the world lets you down? Who picks me up? 

“Hey,” you uttered softly as you appeared in the doorway. You with a softness on your face and he knew it just by that look. The way your eyes oozed with pity. The frown that only crossed your face when you were worried. 

“I don’t want that pity.” His head went back to his laptop. “If you saw that message I posted, I don’t want to talk about it.” 

“I’m not here because of the bubble message. I’m here because the guys said you went radio silent a few hours ago and you’ve been declining their calls and leaving their messages on read without a response.” 

“Just perfect. More expectations that I’ve ruined.” He pushed the top of his laptop down with a hard thud. Your heart instantly ached at the sight. “How many more things can I ruin because of my choices?” 

“You don’t ruin things.” 

“I ruin everything.” 

Your heart sank to your stomach. What do you say to someone who holds those beliefs rooted in their heart? You can cut down a tree, but the roots still embed deep into the ground, twisting through soil, and contorting towards earth’s core. 

“That’s not true,” you whispered. 

“Of course, it’s true. It’s always true. I make one minor mistake and everyone jumps me for it. God forbid I do something wrong.” He jerks up his hands. “There’s a Dispatch article tarnishing my name. Videos get posted to social media sites with hate comments in masses. I meant it, I can’t do anything right.” 

“And what about all the other videos where you do things perfectly? The way you thank the band members who play for your shows. Thanking supporting staff when you don’t have to. Taking the time to thank the security personnel for keeping you safe.” 

“I-” 

“And what about all the time you sat on live streams giving out advice for free, to the people who genuinely needed it? All the smiling and the laughter. The vulnerable moments you shared. Those hour sessions made people feel like they weren’t alone in life.” 

His heart ached. You stepped further into the room. “And what about the staff members who gush about you? There’s a reason people call your group kind and cherish you. There’s always a reason you get photoshoots and so many interviews. It’s not just because of your company, but because you’ve created a group that cherishes kindness and passion. You believe that it’ll take you far, even when you struggle to maintain that image.” 

“But there are people who…” 

You sat the paper bag down on the coffee table behind him. A leather couch expanded. Multiple times, the guys sat on it waiting their turn to record. Changbin and Han took turns sitting beside Chan in the producer’s seat. 

When a third chair couldn’t be found, Han wormed his way onto Changbin’s lap. Other times, he squirmed onto Chan’s lap like a fussy toddler. Grumbling and huffing, stressing about recording and trying to do things right. On better days, he stretched out over them and joked that he’d stay there, pretending to be their joint child forever. 

“I know, but you have to focus on the good stuff. If you only focus on the bad stuff out there, it’ll kill you. You. Your passion. Your love for what you have. I’m here to remind you that the good still exists, even when the bad feels like it’s outweighing it.” 

He sucked in a deep breath and leaned back in his chair. “I know, but it’s so hard. It’s hard to get onto bubble and look at all the messages telling me I fucked up. I’m really trying to be better and be aware of it all. I’m trying, I swear.” 

“You’re allowed to ignore the messages. I know you like reading people’s responses and feeling giddy. There are so many places where you can go and find the outpouring love that you deserve.” 

“But the fans paid for bubble.” 

“And that’s their right, but it’s your right to create healthy boundaries for yourself. If you are receiving more hate on bubble than support, go somewhere else. You can post something on bubble and go to another site, too. Don’t read through mountains of hate because you think you have to. Stop punishing yourself simply for existing.” 

For a brief moment, a lump in his throat grew. A bottom lip quivered and right in front of you, he thought he’d break. The hate filled his heart so much, he thought it’d burst. Deep down, he knew people cared, but it was difficult to pull himself away from it all. 

Everyone wants affection and praise. Everyone wants to be seen as valid and craves reassurance. When the hate trickles in, whether it’s from friends, family, or fans; it pours. The only thing you can think of is how much you let them down. It stings. It aches. It soaks your heart in acid and it reacts by causing your brain to scream at you. 

Before the tears fell, he forced himself to place his head in his hands. Besides his bleeding heart, a sniffle sounded. For so long, he’d relied on the fans for everything. What more could he do? 

When you grow up in such a world without the constant support of people around you, you learn to rely on validation where you can get it, even if it’s not the healthiest kind. Just because his phone is filled with supportive texts and calls from family and close friends, it’s not the same as being there to hold them tight in real life. To hear their words, to take in their facial expression, to truly hear and know that you’re doing well. 

When your own worst enemy is your brain, sometimes, you begin to think the entire world is against you. All the praise you hear from people around you, you never take it to heart because you think they say that just to appease you and try to slather your hurt. You never believe it, not really; never fully. 

Deep in the trenches of the idol industry, when management forces diets and group secrets, all you have is the people around you and the fans. Always a constant steady stream of support, usually, but when one minor mistake feels like a downfall, what’s the point of any of it? 

Those thousands of minnows feel like circling sharks. Sharp teeth, gnashing jaws, and you’re just a human. Words bite into your skin and rip it apart. Blood fills the water; a weakness that they can sense and then it begins again. A never ending cycle that leaves you defeated and floating as a deceased corpse. 

It takes so long to build yourself back up. Your belief in the good. The belief that thousands and thousands of fans aren’t against you. It never turns out the way you want it to, but what else can you do when the relationships with people around you have been tricky your entire life?

Seven years alone in an industry where people come and go. Just when you think you’ve finally latched onto someone, they’re ripped away again. Forced to debut without you. Quitting because the pressure to be perfect is just too much. 

When you’re shoved into an industry that molds perfection, you’re supposed to keep it that way. Growing up in a culture where if you aren’t striving and you’re not constantly moving and pushing forward, you’re falling behind. There will always be someone better; a wolf chasing on the heels of a rabbit. 

How do you break that mindset? Breaks will not kill you. A reaction from a certain number of fans over a minor mistake is not the end of the world. Slowing down and taking a moment to breathe is a good chance to recuperate. 

You walked over and placed a hand on the back of his head. He didn’t fight you pulling his head into your stomach. His arms wrapped around your waist tightly. “Please don’t be mad at me, too.” He croaked. 

“I’m not mad at you for making a mistake. I make them, too. I brought food because I wasn’t sure if you were hungry.” 

After a few moments of closeness, he pulled away and pawed at his streaming tears. His mouth opened, but his stomach beat him to it. A growl roared before it faded into silence again. 

“Sounds like you’re starving to me.” 

He weakly laughed and nodded. “I guess you could say that, yeah. It’s been a while since I last ate.” 

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” 

“Thank you for coming.” 

“No worries, let’s eat well together, shall we?” You smiled and glanced up. He sniffled and nodded, wondering what you bought for dinner. He watched you open the bag and let you lay out everything. 

Today, you’d feast together and tomorrow was another day; tomorrow he’d try again.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Dare or Dare?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.8k

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You and Dean have a special relationship. A never-ending game of Dare or Dare goes on when suddenly, you want a bit of truth. It’s time to decide if you want tot cross the thin line between friends and something more.

Square Filled: “Stop complaining. I saved your life.” (2021) for @spnquotebingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3

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Dean would have driven to the bar but his car was wrapped around a tree so it’s not able to run right now. You told him not to speed through the woods like a maniac, but did he listen to you? No. When does he ever? If he had, you would have driven him out of the woods with minor scratches on his car. Now he needs a whole new engine, so you’re going to let him suffer alone with that one.

Thankfully, the bar isn’t too far from the Bunker, or else Dean would have taken one of the other cars. It’s good to get some fresh air and get in your steps even though this recent hunt has you going well over thirty thousand.

“God, I’m never going to get the stench of werewolf blood out of my clothes.”

“Get new ones.”

“What about my car? It’s going to take forever to fix her up.”

“You like doing that kind of work. You said it relaxes you.”

“It’s going to take weeks for the cuts on my legs to heal. Not to mention I have a fracture in my left arm. I think I also got a concussion.”

“Stop complaining. I saved your life,” you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, after I made it easy for you.”

You scoff with a smile and push him away from you flirtatiously. “Just admit I’m a better hunter than you.”

“No, sweetheart. I’m better.”

“Yeah, whatever you say, tough guy.” Dean looks at you like you have two heads. “All I’m saying is that I hunted with blood gushing out of my vagina but sure, little cuts on your legs are definitely something to get upset over.”

“I’m not…” Dean pouts. “They’re big cuts.”

You laugh and push open the door to the bar. The place isn’t crowded with a lot of people, but there are enough for the place to be buzzing with chatter. There are two spots by the bar that you snag and wave over to the bartender who finishes with a customer.

“Two beers, please.”

“You got it.”

He comes back with your drinks and you slide one over to Dean who catches it easily. This is the bar you two frequent a lot, but there are always new faces. This is the kind of bar someone goes to when they’re passing through town. It’s a run-down bar that has good music and delicious alcohol, so it’s good enough in your book.

There is a group of girls by the pool table that Dean has his eye on, and you can’t help but feel a pang in your heart. You’ve practically grown up with the Winchesters. You met Dean when you were a freshman in high school and immediately clicked with him. He was easy to talk to, and he helped you get away from your overbearing parents.

It was hard not to fall in love with him. He’s easy on the eyes, he has a way with the words, and he is very charming. He knows just what to say when you feel sad, he is always there for you even if all you need is silent company, and he makes the bad times seem not so bad. The first time he brought him a woman for the night, you stayed in your motel room and cried yourself to sleep. Granted, emotions were already high from the hunt you had just finished, but you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be on the receiving end of his romance.

That’s where you’re stuck right now. In limbo. You’ve been here for decades. There had been a couple of times when you two were close to crossing that line (thanks to expensive alcohol you got Castiel to steal), but you never went over the line. Why would you? It’s scary on the other side. So many “what if” questions and not enough answers. At least on this side, you know where you stand.

“See something you like?” you ask, eyeing the same group of girls as he is.

“Wanna play Dare?” he grins.

Oh, God, not this game. Truth or dare is such a boring game so you play Dare or Dare with Dean. It’s just like how it sounds, but it usually ends with either one of you getting too close to that invisible line. You and Dean have a naturally flirtatious relationship because he makes everything so easy. It’s very easy to fall for his charm when he smiles. He has such a pretty smile.

“Sure,” you say, plastering a smile onto your face.

“Okay, I’m going to go over there and talk to the little blonde, and I dare you to come over there and exclaim I was the best sex you ever had and leave. You know, really sell how great I am.”

“How do I put up with you?”

“You love me,” he grins.

There goes that damn smile. You open your mouth to deny him but what comes out is the complete opposite.

“Okay, bet.”

Dean is gone before you can back out of the dare. He’s always daring you to do something like this. It helps him get laid which should be a deterrent given your current situation, but it’s like you can’t say no. Having his attention on you albeit a tiny amount, is enough for you to agree to anything he asks.

Dean walks over to the group and introduces himself to the pretty blonde one. All of her friends kind of step to the side to give her some alone time with the sexy stranger, and she slinks up to his side with a sultry smile on her face.

The only reason you’re doing this is because you wish you’d know if he was the best sex you’ve ever had.

Okay, no time like the present. You chug the rest of your beer even though it doesn’t give you the buzz you’re craving right now. You walk over to Dean after giving him a few minutes with the blonde, and you tap him on his shoulder.

“Dean?” He turns and smirks at you. “Dean Winchester?”

“Hey, sweetheart.” Remember, it’s all for the bit. He doesn’t usually crank up the charm for you. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“How could you? You never called me back.”

“Sweetheart, what we had… I was scared. I had to leave. It wasn’t you, it was me. You understand, right?”

You can practically see the little blonde drooling over Dean from the corner of your eyes.

“Yeah, I guess I can understand that. It’s just… you were the best sex I ever had.” To really sell it home (and to see what Dean would do), you slap him not too hard but not gentle either. “Goodbye, Dean Winchester.”

With that, you turn on your heel and stalk back to the bar. He wasn’t expecting you to slap him but it was a nice touch. The pretty blonde can’t keep her hands off him. It should excite him, but he is suddenly not feeling it with her anymore. He honestly wanted to see if you would do the dare. He didn't have a desire to take someone home tonight, but you just handed him on a platter to this woman.

You don’t turn back to look at Dean because you don’t want to know if he’s watching you. Sure, it would be nice to know his attention is on you but what if he’s not watching you? What if all he wanted from you was to make sure he got laid? Not that he ever had a problem in that department. He could easily get any woman he wanted.

You wonder if you’ll ever have your moment with him, but it’s unlikely. He has to be interested in other women because he never takes it beyond flirting with you. Maybe you’re just destined to be his friend and nothing more.

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?”

A handsome man stands next to you at the bar with a drink in hand. He looks nice enough. Nothing like Dean, but it wouldn’t hurt to entertain him for the night. If Dean is going to slut his way into a woman’s pants, then you can do the same thing.

“No,” you smile.

“I couldn’t help but see you slap that man over there. An ex-boyfriend of yours?”

“No,” you chuckle. “He’s just a friend. We were doing a bit. I’m Y/N.”

“Kaleb. So, you from around here?”

Lana… Leslie… Lauren…? Whoever she is, she can’t keep her hands off Dean. He knew she was an easy target but this is too easy. She ditched her friends to spend more time with Dean, and all she’s been doing is talking his ear off about… well, he doesn’t even know. This should have made him happy yet he’s not into it at all. The music dies down because the song is ending, but before the new one comes on, he hears something.

Your laughter. It’s very hard not to ignore your infectious laughter.

He snaps his head to the bar counter and sees you talking with a man he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know anyone in this bar, but he’s more aware of the men than he is of the women. Maybe it’s because he is a man and he knows what men think about when they see a pretty woman.

He just did it not even an hour ago. The little green monster sits proudly on his shoulder, reminding him that because he never made a move, other men can sweep away what’s his. You’re his whether you know it or not, and he’s not saying that to be creepy. You’ve always been his. You know it. He knows it. He, apparently, isn’t man enough to say something to you or do anything about it.

The only reason he never made a move is because you never did, and you never took it past harmless flirting. Neither did he, but that’s beside the point.

Lana-Leslie-Lauren runs her hands down his chest but he’s not looking at her. His eyes are glued to you and the way the man keeps inching toward you. It’s only when his hands land on your thigh that he jumps into action.

“I’m sorry, Leslie,” he decided to take the jump and guess her name, “but I have to get going.”

“It’s Laura.”

Eh, he was close. Does that make him an asshole? Definitely. Does it make him sorry? Not one bit.

“Right. Sorry, sweetheart.”

Dean peels himself off her and stalks to the bar where the man has gotten even closer to you.

“Hey, sweetheart, Sam needs us. He says he might have something for us.”

“Okay.” You take out some money for the bill. “It was nice meeting you, Kaleb.”

“Wait.” He pulls out a business card and hands it over to you. “Call me.”

You take the business card without a word and leave with Dean. You pass by a trash can and toss the card inside. You have no desire to call the man. He just didn’t do it for you. Dean sees this and tries to hide the smirk on his face.

“Does Sam have anything for us, or were you just bullshitting?” Dean’s grin is everything you need to know. “Just as well. I was getting bored.”

“Nice slap, by the way,” he chuckles. “So, was the guy not interesting enough?”

“Him? He was nice but nothing he said was making me swoon. A guy hasn’t done that to me in a long time.”

“When was the last time?”

You look at him as you walk back to the Bunker. How can you tell him the last time a man made you swoon, truly swoon, was in high school? It was senior year and no one had asked you to Prom. You had a group of friends you could go with but they all had their own dates. You would be “third-wheeling” so to speak, and you didn’t want to watch them be all cute and cuddly with each other.

That is, until Dean asked you. It was the first time you swooned for a man, and it was the only time you did.

“I don’t know,” you finally answer. “I guess I’m unswoonable.”

You two reach the bunker and head inside and Dean takes out his key to unlock the door. He can’t help the snicker from escaping his mouth. It sounds like a giggle.

“That’s because you’re so hard to please.”

“Okay, fine.” You walk inside the Bunker but don’t go down the stairs just yet. “I dare you to swoon me.”

“Are you you’re ready for that?”

No. “Yes.”

“Okay.”

Dean swiftly grabs your waist and pulls you into him. Before you have a chance to wrap your head around what’s happening, Dean walks you back into the wall on the metal landing overlooking the war room. Dean slides his hand into your hair to move it out of the way before trailing his touch to your jaw. Your lips part from shock as he gets closer to your face. He rubs the tip of his nose against yours, and you poke your tongue out to wet your lower lip.

He’s so close that you could touch his lips with your tongue. Your heart is beating so much that you’re scared he can hear it. Your skin has a very thin layer of sweat on it, and your hands shake slightly from the anticipation. Your eyes flutter shut thinking he’s going to finally kiss you when Cock-Block Winchester speaks from the war room.

“Hey, how was the bar?”

Dean pulls away from you, taking away his heat, but you can’t move. You look up into his green irises. Is that hesitation you see? Regret? Lust? Dean lets go of you but doesn’t break eye contact with you.

“Yeah, it was fine,” he says to his brother.

Finally, he looks away and walks down the metal stairs, leaving you alone to think about what his lips might have felt like against yours. If he doesn’t know how you feel, he does now. You weren't pulling away or stopping him. You were too scared to make the first move because what if he only did this because of the dare? What if he doesn’t like you like that?

You let out a shaky breath before following Dean down the stairs. Dean watches as you pass by Sam without so much as a word, and he can’t help but feel bad for what he did. Yes, it was a dare, but he was also playing with your emotions like that. You can’t constantly flirt with him and not grow some type of feelings for him. Maybe all he needs is some sleep to wash this feeling off him.

You take your time unpacking your duffel bag, needing an excuse to stay locked up in your room. A few hours go by before someone knocks on your door. Knowing it can only be one of two people, you’re a bit hesitant to open it. What if it’s Dean? What will you say to him? Still, you walk to the door and open it. Dean stands on the other side of the door with a look that can either be nervousness or regret.

“What’s up?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Dare me again.”

“What?”

“Dare me again.”

“Why?”

“I have tried for the past three hours to get you out of my head, and I can’t. I should have done something earlier, and I didn’t…” He walks you backward into the doorframe and puts his arm above you to semi-trap you. Not like you’d move anyway. “Dare me again. I need to know.”

“Know what?” you whisper.

“That you feel what I feel. If you do, you’ll dare me again. If not, I’ll go back to my room and we’ll forget this ever happened.”

You look down at his lips before looking into his eyes. “I dare you to make me swoon.”

Dean slides his hand into your hair to move it out of the way before trailing his touch to your jaw. Your lips part from shock as he gets closer to your face. He rubs the tip of his nose against yours, and you poke your tongue out to wet your lower lip.

He’s so close that you could touch his lips with your tongue. Your heart is beating so much that you’re scared he can hear it. Your skin has a very thin layer of sweat on it, and your hands shake slightly from the anticipation.

“Dare me to kiss you,” he whispers, barely audible.

You don’t. Instead, you grab the back of his neck and pull him in close to you. You make the first move and kiss him, igniting something special between you two. After decades of doing the same dance, finally, the song is over and you’re able to step into this new chapter in your life.

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[buckevantommy]

8x11 Bucktommy fixit coda of sorts: Tommy and Eddie talk. hopeful ending?

It's been almost a week since he walked out of Evan's life, again, when Tommy gets a call from an unfamiliar number. With an El Paso area code.

"Diaz. How's Texas?"

"Texas? Texas is great, Tommy, thanks for asking."

Thanks for telling me, Tommy thinks but doesn't say, because he doesn't want to be snarky and irritated this early into his shift. He takes a breath to try and calm himself and let the negative thoughts release on the slow exhale as Eddie lists off the positive impact his move has made on both Christopher's life and his own.

Everything aside, Tommy's happy for him. For both of them.

"But from what I heard, things in L.A. are kinda fucked."

Then again: Eddie can be a bigger bitch than Tommy when he wants to be so he might as well meet him on the field, knives drawn. "Did Buck tell you that?" It comes out sharp and he lets it hang, wants it to slice.

"Oh, yeah. I had a very interesting and totally insane converstaion with Buck where he said the reason you dumped him was because you thought he'd dump you for me if you didn't."

It's not the whole truth, but it cuts all the same. Good thing Tommy has armor forged in the slow burning coals of a lifetime of being a disappointment. He can take a jab from an old friend he didn't even know that long. In the six months he dated Evan. his time with Eddie dwindled to nothing. They were fast friends who fizzled out, not unlike his relationship with.. Buck. "I wouldn't say it's insane."

He was never going to mention it, is the thing. It wasn't really until they broke up that Tommy began to wonder if the reason Ev- Buck hadn't reached out was because he'd moved on. Eddie certainly didn't look back, ceasing all communication in the fallout. And it hurt, to lose not just Evan - and he was Evan to him then - but someone he thought was becoming a good friend. As much of a friend as Tommy would let into his life, anyway.

"Oh, it's batshit insane, Kinard. Almost as batshit insane as stealing a chopper and flying it headfirst into a hurricane."

That's a blow that lands with a dull ache, a bruise that'll linger. It was the night they met - him and Eddie, him and Evan - and whatever else came after, Tommy holds fast to that memory as one of the highlights of his treacherous and lonely life, despite - or maybe inclusive of - the life-threatening feats of.. insanity.

He's quiet for too long. Doesn't answer because any words that come to mind are scathing in a way he doesn't want to marr that fond memory with.

Eddie sighs heavy through the speaker, the fight seeming to drain out of his voice. "It's not like that, man, you gotta know."

Tommy straightens his posture where he's walked out of the hangar, staring at the chainlink fence separating the tarmac to the weeds and the grass and the distant treeline.

"Me and Buck are close- we're family- but it's not like that. Not like it is between you two."

Was, Tommy doesn't say. He doesn't dare hope but he can't bring himself to say it out loud, nail in the coffin.

"And I resent the fact you think I don't know myself like that, Tommy. I may be figuring some stuff out but I figured that shit out back in high school and every day since. Just 'cause you kissed Buck and it turned his world view on its head doesn't mean every straight guy you meet is just one good smooch away from wanting to put their mouth on your dick."

"Jesus, Eddie." No nonsense. It's one of the things he always liked about the guy. That, and the way he could deliver off-color comments with a straight face, only breaking if and when Tommy couldn't help but crack a smile.

"Look. I'm sorry about not reaching out after everything. I had Buck's back, y'know? Bros before manhoes."

"You calling me a hoe, Diaz?" His face morphs into a smile as they fall back into this old - barely new before it was over - back and forth.

"No. Just an idiot for managing to mess things up twice now."

"Eddie-"

"Don't worry, I know it was Buck's fault, too, okay? I already chewed him out and kicked his ass into gear- he call you yet? He mentioned talking to Maddie, said he wanted to call you."

No call, just a text that read: can we talk? please?? that Tommy hasn't replied to. Doesn't want to invite himself to a third round of heartbreak. "I'm on shift, so. If that's all? I gotta get back."

"No, that is not all- get your head out of your ass, Tommy. Talk to him. And let him spiral a bit until he finds the right words - he'll get there, eventually. It just takes him some time. 'Cause he's not over you and I don't think he ever will be."

He doesn't know me, Tommy thinks. And that's the real crux of the issue, isn't it? It's not about Eddie. And it's not about Evan not knowing what he wants because of his relatively newly discovered queerness.

It's about Tommy knowing he's not good enough to keep Evan in the long run.

Evan might think he won't get over Tommy, but he will. There'll be someone else, someone better, there always is. Maybe not Eddie, but some man or woman will get to keep him for a while longer, maybe a lifetime if they're lucky.

And Tommy.. he'll do what he's always done: find ways to survive, alone.

But.. if this is his last chance to talk to Eddie, and by extension Evan.. "Look, thankyou for clearing the air, but. I can't, okay? He is- was, the one I wanted forever with. I told him this. But I'm not that for him. I can't be." Not because he doesn't want to be - god, does he want to be - but because he's not enough. He's never been enough for anyone to want to keep.

Eddie sighs in his ear. "Y'know, if I wasn't 800 miles away right now I don't know if I'd hug you or try to knock some sense into you."

A hint of a smile tracks across Tommy's lips, fading fast. He misses their sparring sessions but doesn't want to let himself be sad over losing another would-be friend - he's got enough to be sad about and no time or want to wallow in any of it.

"Well." Thing is: even if this thing with Evan is dead and buried, if Eddie is open to it.. "If you're ever in town, my garage is always open. And," he steels himself, takes another breath and shakes it out, "I'm sorry. Sorry for thinking.. you know." The idea doesn't dig into his heart anymore, no marks left behind, just the shadow of a phantom chased away out the corner of his eye.

"Don't sweat it man. Seriously. but, hey- the not feeling good enough, thing? You're not alone in that, man. And the thing about Buck? He loves people for who they are, faults and demons and all."

Tommy knows. He knows how big Buck's.. Evan's, heart is, which is why he knows he deserves better.

"And if you ever wanna talk, consider this line of communication open."

Tommy's smile comes back stronger, lingers. There's a wet sheen threatening to blur his vision. His throat catches as he swallows. His voice comes out a little raspy when he says, "Thanks, man. Same to you."

Eddie makes a sound of agreement, then: "Call Buck."

Someone calls Tommy from the hangar. "I gotta go. Take care, Eddie." He hangs up before Eddie can add anything else to torture him with.

Making his way over to the main hangar, he thumbs over to his text chain with Evan. He types out four little letters, then backspaces and types a different four: okay when? then exits out of the screen and locks and pockets his phone.

It's a bad idea, no matter what Eddie says or what Tommy's realised in the last few minutes. It's still a bad idea. Tommy has to protect his heart.

..Doesn't he? Doesn't he deserve at least that?

The klaxon sounding cuts off further tormentive thoughts as he shifts into work mode and focuses his concentration and efforts on doing his job. Even if he can't salvage his love life he can save a life or two elsewhere.

[simjaexy]

Hi lovie ! I absolutely love the way you write & am wondering if you could write a sunoo smut ? (i’m a whore for that man) where he’s extremely dominant ? i don’t mind what kind it is there just isn’t enough sunoo smut in this world 😭😭 thank you :3 ♡

Pairing ⇀ Jealous Bf! Kim Sunoo x Gf! Reader

Synopsis ⇀ Sunoo gets jealous easily so he shows you who you belong to.

Genre ⇀ Pure Smut

Warnings ⇀ Cursing, Jealousy, Name calling (whore), Rough sex, Mean dom! Sunoo x Sub! Reader, Multiple orgasms, Crying, Overstimulation, Fucking to sleep

W/c ⇀ 904

A/n ⇀ Hi @cherubunie ! I tried my best on making somewhat of a short drabble! I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted but I’m hoping it is ><! I hope you enjoy! Reblog, Like, Comment, etc.. Not proofread.

You should’ve known that Sunoo got jealous easily whenever you step foot anywhere near a man. It’s not like you planned everything out to be next to one of your ex’s at a party.

You and Sunoo were at a get together party and coincidentally your ex was there too. Sunoo said he was gonna use the restroom to which you said you’d wait for him, and that’s when your ex showed up.

You didn’t wanna chat with him, but he wasn’t letting it down. So, you casually gave out short answers to him while silently begging for Sunoo to come back faster.

Once Sunoo came back he saw you with a random guy and gave you a puzzled expression. Wait, no, that wasn’t just some random guy, that was your ex.

Sunoo's heart sank when he saw you replying back to him. He felt a pang of jealousy but tried to shake it off. After all, he trusted you. But as he approached the table, the feeling only grew stronger.

"Hey baby, ready to go?" Sunoo said, trying to keep his tone light and casual.

You looked up, relief washing over you when you saw Sunoo, but it came back immediately when you saw his expression. It wasn’t the kind he’d give out to your friends or family, instead it looked like he wanted to kill someone.

"S-Sunoo, is everything okay?" you asked, your voice filled with concern.

That’s when you knew you fucked up with that question when he looked at you. He didn’t waste a second by grabbing your wrist and forcing you to go with him, your ex being left surprised and confused.

So that’s where you end up now, the sound of skin slapping and moans were heard from all over the room. Sunoo pinning you down while snapping his hips against your flesh ass. Your moans high pitched and wobbly. Tears filled your eyes at his ruthless pace.

You didn’t know how long you guys been at it. You felt like it’s already morning but you could be wrong. You’ve never knew Sunoo was like this in bed. You guys had sex multiple times, but never like this. Sunoo groaned feeling you clench around his dick. You just never learn do you?

You kept saying you weren’t trying to make him jealous, so then why the fuck were you talking to your ex?

You let out a squeal when he suddenly slapped your ass, “You’re just a fucking whore aren’t you?” Sunoo snapped. You tried shaking your head if it weren’t for his hand holding it down.

He showed no mercy on your pussy no matter how much you begged him to slow down.

“M’not ah-a w-whore! sunoo please!-“ “Shut the fuck up whore.” He cut you off.

You felt another orgasm coming, “S-Sunoo cumming!” You cried. He didn’t stop when he felt your pussy pulsating around him, how it squeezed around his neglected dick.

Your eyes rolled back feeling him fuck you through your orgasm. He let go of your head and switched you into a missionary position. Sunoo loved seeing your face when you’re being fucked by him. Something about the tears in your eyes or the saliva dripping out your mouth.

Your makeup that was once done clean and well now ruin with mascara on your cheeks. Your lipstick messy and out of place. To you, you’ve probably would’ve been embarrassed, but to Sunoo you looked like a goddess that was made to be fucked.

You mewled when Sunoo licked your neck and sucked on it, his thrusting never stopping. He raised your left leg over his shoulder with your other one flat and grind in your pussy.

Your eyes rolled back feeling the pressure on your clit, “O-Oh my god Sunoo!”

Sunoo smirked, “Your enjoying this a little too much don’t you think? Maybe I should make this more entertaining for you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed and before you could say anything, Sunoo shoved two of his fingers deep in your mouth making you let out a gag at the sudden deepness.

Sunoo chuckled at your reaction. You really do let him do whatever he wants with you. You moan and sucked around his fingers imagining it was his dick.

Sunoo could tell you were thinking of it as something else, “Imagining it’s my dick? Hm?” He teased. You tried nodding your head, but couldn’t with his fingers still stuffed in your mouth.

You felt another orgasm coming and felt your breathing getting heavier. You tried to tell him, but Sunoo seemed to not care at all what you wanna say.

“How about we cum together pretty?” Sunoo spoke. He took his fingers out of your mouth making you nod your head frantically.

“P-Please cum inside Sunoo! M’please.” You sniffled.

Sunoo cooed and kissed your forehead, “Whatever my pretty girl wants.”

He gave out three more thrust before you guys came. Your legs shaking while Sunoo continued grinding down in your pussy. You threw your head back slowly, feeling Sunoo cum filling you to the brim. You suddenly felt your eyes go heavy after you felt satisfied with his cum, and just like that you fell asleep.

Sunoo smiled down on you as if he didn’t fuck you to sleep. He pushed your hair back and pecked your nose.

“Goodnight baby.” He whispered. He wrapped his arms around you, and soon he fell asleep too.

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it’s been a week since you’ve gotten the sex toys at the sex shop with matt. chris and nick were teasing you and matt the whole way home and matt was completely and utterly aggravated with the both of them. it was chris’ idea to go to the sex shop and yet chris was the one being the most obnoxious about it all. they didn’t see what you two bought, but once they saw you both at the register, they started to make teasing comments like how matt finally decided to grow some balls. you could tell it was really pissing matt off and you told them both to knock it off, but they were still being obnoxious.

while in the car on the way back from the shop, he apologized to you in the backseat. all you could do was squeeze his thigh and shake your head, flashing him a small reassuring smile. “you don’t have to apologize for anything.”

since then, matt has been quiet. you haven’t heard from him. you texted nick asking if matt was okay but all nick said was that matt was grumpy and wasn’t talking to anyone. it wasn’t like matt to be completely quiet like this. you visibly seen him get frustrated when his brothers were teasing him, but you assumed that was just what siblings do to each other.

“you’re the only one who can get through to him at this point.” nick said to you on the phone while you were painting your nails. you called him when you finally had enough and wanted to know what was going on. it wasn’t like matt not to return your texts or calls.

“i tried to talk to him, he won’t answer me. you guys have really got to knock it off with the whole teasing him thing. i know you’re his brothers, but we were all in a place we never been before. even i was unsure what the hell to do or look for.”

you heard nick sigh at the other end. nick was always such a good person to talk to and always gave the best advice and had a great listening ear. he was someone you felt completely comfortable around. that was just the aura of his personality. “i can apologize to him, but we were just messing around.” he paused for a moment before speaking again. “what did you guys buy anyway? matt was as red as a fucking tomato and when we got home he ran to his room and locked the door.”

you felt your face flush when he asked you what you two bought. matt must’ve been really embarrassed given he’s never been to a place like that before. how would he even begin to explain to his own brothers that you bought his toy and he bought yours? you shook your head to try and erase the memory (for now) and decided to laugh it off. “nick, focus! that’s not important. apologize to your damn brother and get chris to as well. give the poor guy a break, okay?”

“fine, but this weekend i am picking out where we go to hang out because chris was completely out of pocket for that one.”

you let out a soft laugh at his comment before saying your goodbyes and hanging up the phone. a soft sigh emits from your lips when you finish painting your nails and then allowing them to dry. they were a pretty pale pink that matched your pajama set. you went to the bathroom to brush your teeth and do your nighttime skincare routine before making your way back into your bedroom.

with a soft sigh emitting from your lips, you open up your curtains and your eyes widened as you see matt’s figure come into view. he was sitting on the windowsill, his fingers running throughout his tousled hair. his attention was solely focused on his phone in his hands. you pressed your hand against the windowsill, your heart feeling like its aching just from the looks of him. he looked pretty stressed. you knew matt long enough to know when he wasn’t okay and you had to admit, not talking to him for a week was starting to mess with you. you missed him, even if you didn’t want to admit that to yourself.

you wondered if he was okay. if his brothers actually apologized like you asked them to. if he’s been busy and trying to take his mind off of what happened between the two of you the last month, or if it’s all he’s been able to think about. you had to admit, it’s all you’ve been able to think about. you thought about the obsession matt had over you. was it healthy? did he love you, or was it all infatuation? did you feel the same way?

matt seemed to have consumed your brain in ways that you weren’t sure were even possible. you wondered what his lips tasted like, what his body would feel like against yours. he already has had a taste of you, would you ever want to return the favor?

all of these thoughts had your head spinning and you didn’t even realize that matt had your full attention now. he looked up at you through the window, his lips curving up into a small smile. you could visibly see him from the fluorescent light of his lamp that was sitting on his desk. he lifted his hand in his wave and you instantly lifted your hand back to wave at him, relief rushing through you. he seemed okay, but you were still puzzled as to why he’s been so silent.

you knew how embarrassed matt got easily. he instantly got so flustered all the time especially if someone else was poking fun at him for something. he knew how to stand up for himself, but sometimes he really did let it get to him. you cared for matt deeply and wanted him to be happy. you didn’t like knowing he was upset or going through anything and you wanted him to know that he could talk to you about it.

all of a sudden, matt disappeared from your sight and you felt disappointment rush through you. you weren’t sure what to make of what happened. he seemed to be in good spirits, and even waved at you, but you two still haven’t talked. you took in a deep breath, closed your curtain and walked over to your bed to get underneath your covers. you turned your lamp off on your nightstand and grabbed your phone to do your nightly doom scrolling.

you’ve checked almost every single app you had on your phone before you started to get burnt out looking at your phone. just as you were about to put it down, an incoming call from matt appeared on your screen. your eyes furrowed in confusion as to why he would be calling you this late, but you didn’t give it another thought considering you hadn’t heard from him. “hello?”

“hi.” he spoke breathlessly. you heard some rustling around on the other end before it eventually got quiet. “sorry i disappeared from the window. both of my brothers came to my room to apologize actually.”

you nodded your head as you pressed your lips together in a firm line, seemingly impressed by nick and the fact that he actually listened to you. “as they should’ve from the start. how did that go?”

“well they apologized. chris didn’t seem as apologetic, but nick did. they were curious as to what we, uh bought that day, but i wouldn’t tell them.” you didn’t have to visibly see him to know that he was blushing from the way he stammered on his words, obviously remembering that day and what they had purchased together.

a soft chuckle leaves your own lips as you rest your head comfortably against the pillow. “well good, it’s none of their business. have you been okay though? i haven’t heard from you.”

a long sigh was heard from the opposite end of the call. “yeah, i’m sorry about that. i just got so damn embarrassed. i mean chris was the one who brought up going in the first place and yet he was doing the worst of it all. i just didn’t want to make a fool out of myself and look totally inexperienced in front of you, i guess.” you could tell he was obviously still blushing, probably laying on his bed to mirror exactly what you were doing at that very moment.

“don’t worry about me. that shit doesn’t bother me. chris is an absolute idiot.” another laugh leaves your lips and you could hear his laugh on the other end too which made you feel a little better. “they just like to mess around too much, you know that. you didn’t have to ignore everyone for a week though, matt.” you spoke this with sadness filling your tone. you wondered if there was something else going on, or if he was genuinely just embarrassed with the way his brothers were behaving. it wasn’t the first time they were out of control, but maybe it was because he was completely out of his element in a sex shop that he probably never would’ve gone to on his own.

you heard him sigh once again, sadness filling his voice. “i know, i’m sorry. i just was really embarrassed and didn’t know how to recover from that. last thing i’d want is for you to think differently of me because of how, uh, inexperienced i am.”

you almost wanted to reach through the phone and hug him, but you knew you couldn’t do that. it wasn’t like you didn’t know that matt was inexperienced, it was just fairly obvious. matt has had a couple girlfriends in the past, but they were always really short lived and he never seemed serious about them. he never talked about his relationships or feelings in general around you and that was just the dynamic of your relationship with him.

you’d never judge him or think differently of him because of him not being as experienced or fully confident. you already knew he got flustered really easily, it was just part of who he was. in all honestly, you thought it was adorable and kind of attractive.

it excited you to know that he had some kind of obsession over you. it never once freaked you out. it made you intrigued because nobody else has ever been like this with you before. you were glad it was matt. someone you knew for awhile and felt completely comfortable with. you don’t know where this would lead and how you truly felt, but you didn’t want to lose him and you didn’t want matt to feel any less of a man because of how embarrassed he gets.

you realized you were quiet for a bit and didn’t mean to be, but you got lost in your thoughts. “you don’t have to apologize, matt. i mean it.” you said with complete and utter sincerity in your voice. “i don’t think differently of you at all. that doesn’t bother me at all. if anything, it honestly excites me a little.” you bit onto your bottom lip after you speak, even though you knew he obviously couldn’t see you.

“wait, really?” he said abruptly, surprise filling his tone. “it excites you that i’m uh, not experienced that much?”

a soft giggle emits from your lips at his reaction, resting your free hand on your stomach. “yeah, it does. although, you did seem to know what you were doing that one time in my kitchen.” immediately when you brought it up you felt your cheeks grow warm. thank goodness he couldn’t see you so he wouldn’t be able to see the kind of effect he had on you.

“oh yeah.” he said immediately, a laugh leaving his lips as well. “i’ve never done anything prior to that, but i’ve seen some things and i’d do it again, and again, and again. i mean that. sometimes it’s all i can think about.”

his voice seemed to get quieter and you wondered if maybe he had to be quiet in case nick and chris were around to listen. you felt your heart begin to beat rapidly in your chest at his words as you bite down a little harder onto your bottom lip. “really?” you asked him with surprise filling your tone. “me too.” now your voice was quiet, although it was just you and no one around you had to worry about that could hear you. “i really enjoyed that.”

“i had an idea.” he said immediately, a bit more confidence filling his voice.

this piqued your interest, your fingers playing with string on your shorts. “what is it?”

you could hear him take in a deep breath to gather himself. before you had any chance to think about what he possibly could say, he began to speak.

“how about i make it up to you for not talking for a week? tomorrow night, you and me. i’ll be in charge of that toy i got you. deal?”

you took in a deep breath, the adrenaline running throughout your body, your core suddenly beginning to throb with excitement.

“deal.”

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Hey heeey! Today is my birthday (happy 25 to me!) and I was wondering if you could write something about Joel x reader (established relationship) where they're living in Jackson and Ellie insists on them celebrating reader's birthday. Reader puts a little bit a make up on (mascara and lipstick and whatever they can manage in the freaking apocalypse) and Joel is absolutely stunned by her? Very soft and sweet fluff (it can be smutty if you want too). Thanksss

First of all, happy birthday! I hope you had a wonderful day and spoiled yourself. If not, you should definitely do it. Second of all, of course I can fulfill your request. I will do it with pleasure. I hope you like it. ❤️

birthday l Joel Miller

Warnings:  fluff, kissing, a pinch of smut, Ellie is in it, some tears

your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

short stories from life. [masterlist]

When Ellie ran into the stables Joel was sure that something bad had happened and for a moment his heart stopped. Her cheeks were red and she couldn't catch her breath, holding her aching side.

"What happened?" he asked with obvious fear in his voice.

Your name slipped from her lips and Joel felt as if someone had cut off his power for a second. Eventually Ellie straightened up and looked at him with a mixture of amusement and excitement.

"I was with Dina and the others and... I heard her talking to Maria. You know, about her kid having a birthday soon and-" Ellie frowned "Did you know that she has a birthday too?"

Joel breathed a sigh of relief and for a moment he wanted to throw a sarcastic remark at the girl, but in the end he said. "Everyone has a birthday, Ellie."

The girl rolled her eyes. "Dude, but hers is in two days! Did you even know about this? Do you know anything about her?"

Of course he did! 

He knew what kind of coffee you liked, that you didn't like light rain but the more intense kind, that you liked dancing especially with him, and that fresh bread put a smile on your face. These weren't the times to ask about your favorite color or band or movie. The whole bullshit of dating. You guys weren't even dating, you were just together and...

Ellie stared at Joel with pity. "You didn't know." She sighed. "Oh, dude. I don't know why she's with you. You're a terrible boyfriend."

"Listen-" Joel mumbled, raising a finger as if to warn her, but she didn't care at all.

"You have to do something! Surprise her, show her that you care about her. Haven't you ever gone on a date?"

He used to go out. In his previous life. And years later he went to dinner with you at the Russo's once. Was that a date? But when he wanted to think about it Ellie grabbed his arm. Her eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Do something, Joel! Listen, I'll make sure she shows up where she needs to be, so she doesn't suspect anything, but you should do something for her. I want her to feel important, to have something of her own."

Joel nodded, the kid was right. Something could be organized. Shit, he wanted to give you anything! You deserved the best. And so he and Ellie started working together.

It was a strange feeling. Strange because you couldn't remember the last time you wore something nice and when you just felt pretty. Sure, Joel would sometimes whisper to you "my pretty girl", but that didn't count. Now you really felt like it.

"Is something wrong?" Ellie entered the room and watched you closely, "You seem worried."

You smiled, but it wasn't a real smile. More like the 'I'm sad but don't worry' kind. "I can't remember the last time I wore something like this." You said, stroking the material of a simple dress Ellie had found in a clothing store, "Or when I had any makeup on."

"You definitely look better than the girls in those old magazines I saw." The girl came over and wrapped her arms around your waist, "And you smell nice, and your face is different too." you were wearing some blush, lipstick and mascara that Ellie had also given you. Nostalgia hit you hard. "I can't wait for Joel to see you like this."

"No!" you protested. "He shouldn't see me like this, it's...embarrassing. I shouldn't waste my time on such stupid things and..."

"Has he ever told you that what you're doing is stupid? That guy fell head over heels for you a long time ago. Pathetic case."

Now you smiled for real. Ellie was right. It didn't matter if you decided to grow herbs behind your house, or rearranged the furniture to make it work better for you, or anything else - Joel never said it was a waste of time or was stupid. Even when he kicked a chair when he went down to the kitchen at night, it wasn't there before, or when, without your knowledge, he prepared wooden signs for you to write the names of herbs on and stick them in the ground.

"Come on!" Ellie grabbed your hand and pulled you along.

"Where? Ellie! I have to change!" you protested.

But she was already pulling you towards the door. "It's perfect! Come on and don't ask questions, woman!"

You were a little embarrassed as you walked together down one of Jackson's streets. It was already dusk, but every now and then you passed other residents, and a few of them surely noticed that you looked different.

Ellie led you straight to the door of the Russo's restaurant, which Joel had once helped renovate the kitchen. She opened the door and pushed you inside, mumbling quietly, "Happy birthday."

It was rather dark inside, but you saw a dim light somewhere further away and slowly walked in that direction. It was only when you stood in the doorway to the next room, a smaller dining room, that you understood why Ellie insisted that you wear all that today.

One of the tables was set and decorated with a few candles. A bottle of wine, silver lids hiding the delicious dishes Mrs. Russo had prepared, and him. Joel.

He looked different somehow. He was wearing a decent shirt and combed his hair, you felt the warmth creep into your cleavage and neck. He smiled at you as he came closer.

"You look... Fuck." he said, shaking his head.

"Bad?" you worried.

"Stunning." he replied, his hands resting on your hips and he pulled you closer. You wanted to kiss him, but he stopped you. "Wait. I want to remember you like this."

You were grateful that the dim light didn't let him see the effect his words had on you. Joel grabbed your chin lightly, dark eyes moved over your face, he noticed your lipstick, he smelled your perfume. The material of the dress was delicate under his fingers, and it beautifully emphasized your figure. It was the first time he had seen you like this and he was delighted.

"I wouldn't want to ruin your lipstick." he mumbled, smiling mischievously as he brought his lips closer to yours.

"You could ruin me all over." you replied, wishing he would kiss you.

And he did. At first gently, slowly. As if he was testing how much he could allow himself, which was really sweet. But when you parted your lips slightly, his other side won. He sank into you, his tongue wandering in your mouth, dominating yours, which you allowed him to do. You clung tighter to his solid body, your fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck. You moaned quietly as his hand squeezed your ass tightly.

"Sorry, I had to do it." Joel chuckled, "Your ass looks so fucking good in that dress."

"Smartass." You tapped him on the shoulder. "Ellie knew what she was doing when she told me to put it on."

"She loves you. Just like I do." He replied and leaned down, stealing another kiss from you. "Happy birthday, honey."

It wasn't until a moment later that you sat down at the table where a delicious dinner was waiting for you. For a while, you were locked in your own bubble. There was no room for the end of the world, infected, enemies and guns. Just you and Joel. What you could have had if fate allowed you and what you had in return.

"You make me feel special. I haven't felt that in a long time." You said as he tenderly kissed the back of your hand over a glass of wine.

"I have something else for you." He put a small box in front of you and you saw uncertainty in his eyes.

"What is it?"

"I wanted to give you something. I didn't want it to be something practical or... You know. I understand if you don't like it. I found it a while ago and I thought of you." he scratched the back of his neck, letting out a breath.

You took the box in your hand and opened it. Inside was a delicate silver bracelet, and attached to it was a small pendant resembling a star in shape. For a moment you lost your breath, and tears welled up in your eyes.

Joel's voice barely reached you. "I wanted you to have something nice, something that would remind you of me and Ellie. That star... That's stupid..." he shook his head.

"Say it, Joel. I want to know." you whispered, raising your eyes to him.

"I thought that when I met you... I'm not good at this." you reached across the table and grabbed his hand, squeezing it lightly. "When I met you, you became like a North Star to me. You gave me direction, you were always there and I could always count on you. Even when the clouds cover you, I know you're there... Shit, baby, are you okay?" 

Tears started to flow down your cheeks, you couldn't control it. You stood up quickly and before Joel could say anything you grabbed his face in your hands and kissed him hard. A kiss that tasted like wine and tears, but happy tears. He pulled you onto his lap without breaking the kiss, taking in the moment with all of himself.

"I love you so much." You whispered, pressing your forehead to his. "You have no idea."

"I think-”

You didn't let him finish, kissing him again.

You didn't remember how you returned to an empty house. Ellie had decided to spend the night at Dina's so you have the house all to yourself. And it was a good thing she did, because as soon as the door closed behind you, Joel's hands were already on you. 

You got to the bedroom, tripping over your own feet, laughing and teasing, but when you fell onto the bed and Joel disappeared between your thighs, saying "Time for dessert." the whole world stopped again. You came twice on his tongue and fingers before you convinced him to stand up and help you take off your dress.

"She's staying with us." Joel ordered as he threw it on the floor and you hastily unbuttoned his shirt. "I have some ideas for her."

And as you both collapsed exhausted onto the pillows, your bodies covered in sweat, your breathing quickening and your hearts beating fast - you realized you couldn't remember ever feeling like this before. With this guy, with this family you had - it was perfect.

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“You ever wonder…” Tommy trails off, shaking his head a little dismissively.

“Wonder what?”

“Nothing, nothing. It’s just,“ he shrugs, kinda sheepishly, he knows it’s a stupid thing to waste time thinking about what ifs, “you ever think about how different things would be if Chim hadn’t called me up with that collective death wish? If we’d never even met that night.”

But Evan just smiles.

“Nah.”

“Nah?”

“We’d’ve found each other some other way.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. We’ve been circling closer and closer for years, Tommy - the 118, the calls we now know we both responded to, even that night when I met Red instead of noticing the hottest guy on the planet at the other end of the bar - we would have found each other some other way, eventually.”

Tommy snorts, partly at the hottest guy on the planet comment, and partly at how sure Evan sounds about it. As though it was fate bringing them together.

“You really believe that?”

“I really do. I don’t believe there’s a single universe where I never get to meet my soulmate.”

Soulmate.

It’s possibly - no, who is he kidding - it is definitely the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to Tommy. Maybe the most romantic thing someone ever will. It sounds like a line lifted straight out of one of his most re-watched romcoms, something that people don’t just come out with in real life, and certainly not in Tommy’s real life. His thoughts drift to the small box hidden in the lower compartment of his toolbox, if Evan’s casually pulling out shit like this as they lounge on the couch waiting for Eddie and Chim to arrive with pizza and beers, Tommy’s suddenly not sure he’s going to survive the wedding vows he hopes are in their future.

He doesn’t say that, obviously, he wants to maintain some element of surprise when he asks. Instead it’s -

“Didn’t have you down for the soulmates type.” Because, sure, he knows Evan is superstitious in the way a lot of firefighters are, but he didn’t think that extended to his love life. He loves love, that is true, but every conversation they’ve had since that second do-over of a date, about being willing to put in the work, to communicate, to learn how to show up for each other, it doesn’t scream letting the universe just do it’s thing.

“I’m not. Or, I wasn’t. And then you came along. Tommy, I didn’t even know I liked guys,” he stresses, “but I wanted to be with you. More than I knew how to deal with. And then, you gave me a second chance that I probably didn’t deserve, and I just…this isn’t me saying I’m taking it for granted okay? I know that we’re not magically perfect for each other or whatever, I just, part of me just knows that it was always meant to be you, y’know?”

Which, Tommy supposes, is kinda what he was getting at in the first place. He slots his fingers in between Evan’s and squeezes, thumb rubbing a familiar pattern across the back of his hand.

“I do.” He smiles.

a silly little something for my only contribution to @bucktommypositivityweek, written in my notes app on my commute home

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙we're over | MV1 DR3˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: max verstappen x fashion designer!reader y/n (she/her) x daniel ricciardo

genre: social media au

warnings: none just fluff

summary: in which they are over (this time) and she has space for someone else in her heart

a/n: LOVE this request hehe ty so fun to do an alternative ending!!!

request!!!: hi! just saw your requests were open and i was wondering if you'd do a version of do-over where they don't get back together and she ends up with someone else(doesn't have to be on the grid could be like a hockey boy or anyone)

fc: maggie lindemann

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user4 my competition for her hand jus tripled

user5 quadruped more like

user6 max verstappen found dead

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user11 waiting for y/n to follow him back

user12 he re-followed her?!?!

user13 i need to know what's going on have they spoken since the podcast?!!

user14 exes to lovers whennnn

user15 he's so cute

landonorris why is your comment section so full up of drama max

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user17 not sorry

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ynupdates y/n y/l/n spotted tonight outside a restaurant with f1 driver daniel ricciardo, following the release of a podcast episode on which y/n discussed her feelings on how her previous relationship (with max verstappen) played out. this comes following speculation about y/n and max rekindling their romance, but she has perhaps moved on to his ex-teammate and friend instead. we are sending our love to y/n as always!

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THE END 🤍

[dumbseee]

stalker. pt.2.

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charles leclerc x reader. / ? x reader.

fc: lalisa manoban.

note: thanks you guys for 1k!!! i love seeing everyone’s reactions to my aus it really warms my heart <3 i love youuuuuuu <333

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fan2: charles fumbled HARD

fan3: men really can’t handle bad bitches

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fan5: apparently they were sitting near each other…

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y/n: enjoying some sun with friends :)

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fan2: and who tf is that?

fan3: GUYS CHILL let the girl catch some dicks omg

fan4: i hope charles is crying rn

fan5: nah but charles must be regretting all his life choices

fan6: i wonder who that friend is

fan7: she looks so good tho

fan8: let’s stop talking about HER love life she’s a grown ass adult

fan9: my girl is thriving we love to see it <3

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you did your best to ignore the look in people’s eyes when they saw you in the paddock. after all, what was a driver’s ex girlfriend doing here? to be fair, you didn’t even know yourself, but he asked you to come and for a reason that is still foreign to you, you said yes. because who could say no to him?

it felt weird tho, coming here alone and supporting someone else, it was weird to you. especially because your ex boyfriend was here with the girl he cheated on you with. no wonder everyone was looking at you. but you didn’t care, you knew why you were here, and charles wasn’t going to ruin this moment.

"y/n!" a familiar voice made you sigh in relief, it was your friend, lily. she greeted you with her signature smile and hugged you tightly. "i haven’t seen you in such a long time." she took a step back and you smiled at her. you loved this tiny woman so much, she was a huge support for you during the breakup and even now. "i missed you too! where is alex?" you asked, your friend’s boyfriend not in sight which was weird because these two were tied at the hip. "doing interviews with logan. but let’s not talk about boys, how are you?" you two linked arms and walked through the paddock. "i’m fine actually, it’s weird but i think i’m moving on." you smiled and looked at the sky, knowing exactly why you were moving on so quickly. "i’m happy then." she smiled back but it dropped away from her face quickly, when she saw something in your way. when you followed her gaze you chest tightened when you saw charles and his girlfriend. when she saw you she immediately jumped in charles’s arms to kiss him, which caught him off guard and annoyed him.

an arm on your shoulder finally snapped you out of it, when you looked on your right to see who suddenly appeared next to you, you saw him. and all your sorrow immediately disappeared like rain when the sun is shining.

"hi, beautiful." he said, and you couldn’t help but smile.

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[croquettish]

That time Hans turned down a threesome with Henry (and why)

So as it turns out I need to add to my other post about why Henry pushed Hans away!!

Thoughts under the cut on account of spoilers for KCD2 specifically:

Henry being Henry, I chose for him to go with the blacksmith over the miller in order to go to the wedding. I did not realize that the conversation with Hans and Enneleyn in the hayloft could go so differently.

Because boy oh boy. It is a doozy.

To callback to my previous post, Henry's estimation of Hans is laid bare as soon as he finds them (provided that he has spoken to Hans prior to this and didn't get involved in the swordfighting downstairs):

Like, holy shit, Henry.

Hans is baffled and points out that he's clearly occupied with a woman:

Here's where it gets interesting on the Hans front in particular. Henry points out that yes, in fact, he was sent there to find Hans' company, namely Enneleyn.

Hans immediately goes on the offense, assuming that Henry is trying to steal her away.

At which point... Enneleyn says this incredible sentence:

OH, OKAY THEN!

But Hans immediately shoots this down.

And I do mean immediately. He wastes no time in stepping in to point out NO, THANK YOU, HE IS NOT SHARING WITH HENRY or rather sharing Henry ahEM

We do know that Hans is a jealous, jealous boy based on his conversations with Samuel and Hans' conversation with Henry at the end of the game if Samuel doesn't make it, but this just adds to it.

All that said, I do think this was a moment of Hans going into a blind panic. Yes, he doesn't like sharing (of course not). But this would have undoubtedly put the thought of Henry in a sexual context into his head. I will not reach so far as to say that him saying not to think about it was Hans talking to himself, but I'm putting it here anyway in case anyone else is as delusional as I am.

But from Henry's perspective, how does this come off? Sure, you could read this as Hans just being a brat who refuses to share his toys with other children. But I imagine that most people, if someone shot down the idea of a threesome with them that quickly, would take this kind of personally?

Like, would Hans have reacted that way with any guy, or is it just Henry? If it's just Henry, what's wrong with him? If it's not just Henry, that implies that he's just not interested in men. And then Henry would have held this conception of Hans in his head for most of the rest of the game. No wonder he ends up worrying about his own feelings for Hans. Maybe Hans could never return them, thus just adding to the list of great reasons to panic.

It also bears noting that, just like with Hans, Enneleyn's comment would have also put the thought of a threesome with Hans into his head, if only for just a moment. I wonder how long that thought stuck with him after that!

I will also add that when Enneleyn is about to leave, Hans says this right in front of Henry's salad:

PETAL! To add to the flower he calls her in the blacksmith route!

She treats the audience to an incredible stinger after that, which Hans clearly could not care less about (he even pumps his arm in celebration):

And Henry... Henry did not want to know that. Poor Henry.

He gets it, he knows what's about to happen there, and he does not want to be present for it or to be thinking about it, and all that in addition to the part where he just learned that Hans is either not into men at all or not into him specifically 🥲

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Mine to Ruin

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Summary: Ari just wants to ruin you.

Word Count: 1728

Warnings: Little soft dark not really, a little possessive, fingering, oral fem, smut, talks of anal at the end, multiple orgasms, roleplay kinda, light choking, light breeding kink (non-pregnancy version), Friends with Benefits and oops someone catches feelings. Also used quotes, “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be ruined for anyone else” & “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” (In bold)

A/N 1: This is for @stargazingfangirl18 Birthday Bonenanza! #happy birthday siri 2024. Hope you have a wonderful birthday and that you enjoy this. 💜

A/N 2: Thank you to my beta readers @lfnr-blog-blog-blog & @pigwidgeonxo & dividers by @firefly-graphics

A/N 3: This can be read as a standalone fic. But if you are interested in this couple read Give Me One More.

Reblogs & Comments on Tumblr are welcomed and encouraged. 😊💜

I do NOT give my consent to have my work translated or reposted on any social media platform, apps, or third-party sites. If you see my work anywhere else besides my personal Tumblr & AO3 accounts then it has been stolen. I will NEVER give written or verbal permission to repost or translate any of my fanfics as they’re MY intellectual property. 🚫🚫

Your hands smoothly ran down the black cocktail dress that you were wearing as you took your features in the mirror. Would he like what you chose just for him? You smiled thinking about his reaction to you all dolled up. Your stilettos were a gift from him and as promised you were going to wear them just for him.

Turning away from the mirror you grabbed your purse and headed to the front door. Tonight was the grand opening of a club run by the gentleman in question, Ari Levinson. You have both known each other for years and to say you were attracted to him is an understatement.

That man was hot as hell with his longer hair you could run your fingers through, his neatly trimmed beard and a body you could tell was built underneath his suits. You haven’t tasted the forbidden fruit yet but hoped one day you would.

Grabbing your keys you headed out the door for a hopefully fun night ahead of you.

Walking up to the front door of the club you bypass everyone standing in line and give your name to the guy at the door. The man smiles at you as you walk into the building. The inside is busy with partygoers and you take in the scene around you. You wondered where Ari was but decided if he wanted you he could find you.

Walking up to the bar you ordered your favorite drink. As you are waiting a man walks up beside you and clears his throat. You glance to your right and see a handsome man standing next to you smiling.

“So, what’s a pretty thing like yourself doing in a place like this alone?”

You grab your drink and smile back at him. “Who said I was alone?”

The man chuckled at your reply. “Touché.” Offering his hand he says, “I’m Andy.

Shaking his hand, your eyes look him over as you say your name. He seems harmless enough and a bit nervous as he lets your hand go. You both make small talk as you take your drinks to a table. You learn he is a widower and a former attorney turned entrepreneur. He is a partner in this club along with his friend Ari.

You swear you could feel a chill go down your spine at the mention of his name. You knew he was watching you. The feel of his eyes on you made your knees weak. Just as you were going to say something to Andy you felt a hand slide down your arm and wrap around your waist.

Ari kissed your shoulder and chuckled darkly. “I see you met my business partner and friend Andy.”

Andy looks between the two of you and grins. “I didn’t know she was with you. It was a pleasure meeting Ari’s woman.”

Ari’s woman? This must be a joke. You both have always been friends so this was news to you.

Ari grips you tight as he leads you to a private elevator. Once inside he pins you to the wall. “You haven’t been here more than fifteen minutes and you’re already flirting with another man? My friend of all people.” He growls out at you but all you can do is smile at him.

The elevator’s door opens on the second floor and he grabs your hand, dragging you down the hall to his office. As soon as you both enter the office he slams the door behind you.

“Want to explain why you were hitting on my friend?” Ari’s dark blue eyes gaze into yours. You have never seen him like this before and frankly, it was hot.

“Well he did approach me first and all we did was chat. There was no flirting involved. Why are you jealous?” You pouted at him trying to get him to calm down but he ignored it.

His hand came up to your throat and squeezed just enough that it had your arousal flood your panties. This was new and you couldn’t help how bad you wanted him then.

“If I was a betting man I would say you did it to get my attention. Well sweetheart you have it now.”

He let go of your throat and crashed his lips to yours. You whimpered as he kissed you, his tongue dancing with yours as you let him dominate the kiss. This is what you have wanted, no, craved for so long. Ari walked you backward to his desk and bit your bottom lip.

“Do you know how long I have wanted this? I have dreamt many nights of having you on my desk and fucking you till you scream my name. Tell me you feel the same way.”

He lifted you onto the edge of his desk and slid his hands up your thighs as he pushed the dress over your hips.

Your head tilted back as he kissed down your throat. “Yes, Ari. I want this so much. Please ruin me!” You moaned out as his fingers made their way up your thighs and to your clothed pussy. His fingers dip into your panties as he starts playing with your clit.

Ari chuckled again and whispered into your ear. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be ruined for anyone else. Now let me worship you as you deserve to be.”

Ari kissed his way down your body and knelt in front of you. He pulled his hand free from your panties and started dragging them down your legs. By the time he got them off, he was kissing you up your thighs to where you wanted him most. Your fingers ran through his hair gently as he gave a kiss to your clit. You took a shuddering breath as he licked a stripe up your pussy and kissed your clit again.

Ari groaned against you. “You are so wet, sweetheart. Is this all for me?”

You moan as he starts to suckle on your clit and your fingers take purchase in his hair. “Yes, Ari! Only for you! Only… for… You.”

You feel his fingers press into your cunt and start to work you over. You swear he knows exactly how to work you as he curls his fingers and makes a come hither motion. Your orgasm is starting to build faster the more he sucks on your clit and fingers you. Within moments you are cumming and screaming his name like a prayer. Ari works you through your orgasm and starts to slow down as your thighs clench together almost suffocating him.

Ari goes to stand up and licks your arousal off his lips and beard. He loves seeing you half dazed and he hasn’t even fucked you yet. Ari quickly takes his jacket and shirt off. As you lean back on your elbows Ari discards the rest of his clothes. He groans at how you look and he can’t wait to be deep inside you.

Pulling you off the desk he turns you around so he can unzip your dress. The dress falls down your body and pools at your stiletto shoes. You go to take the shoes off but Ari tisks at you. “No sweetheart those stay on.”

Kicking your feet apart he gently bends you over his desk and slaps your ass. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? It’s been years that I’ve imagined this and now you’re mine.”

Ari rubs his cock against your pussy getting his cock covered in your arousal. He placed his tip at your entrance and slowly pushed in. The groans you both let out fill the air as he starts to pick his pace up. There is nothing you can do but hold onto the desk as Ari fucks you hard and fast. The echo of skin slapping against skin fills the air along with your moans. His fingers dig into your hips as he pistons in and out of your pussy.

You scream his name over and over again as you try to push back against him. Higher and higher Ari seems to take you as tears of pleasure fill your eyes.

“God this pussy is clenching me in the best way. If I had known how good you feel I would have bred you sooner. Do you want that sweetheart? Me filling your pussy up with my cum and breeding you? Then everyone would know you were mine. Mine to ruin.”

That was all you needed to hear as you moan his name over and over as you cum hard. Your pussy clenches around his cock and sends him over the edge as he groans your name. His hips frantically thrust making sure you took all of him. When he comes down from his high he is kissing his way up your back and to your shoulder. All you can do is hum from the pleasure he just gave you as he pulls you back against his chest and kisses your lips.

“Is that just what you needed, sweetheart?”

Slowly you open your eyes and chuckle. “That was perfect babe. From you being a little possessive down to wanting to breed me I swear you played your part to perfection.”

“Well, you did say you were into the breeding kink. So I wanted to try it out with you. Thankfully we don’t have to worry about anything since you are on birth control. But honestly, I love trying out all these scenarios with you. It keeps our relationship fun and exciting. I can’t wait to see what you want to try next.”

You grinned as you let out a sigh. “Ya know we haven’t tried anal before. I think you mentioned that was on your list so maybe we'll do that next time.”

It was Ari’s turn to let out a groan. “Now you have my full attention again.” His cock twitched in your cunt.

You let out a laugh at his statement. The both of you have an amazing relationship built on trust and that is something that took forever to build. Maybe one day you could be more than friends with benefits cause honestly you were in love with him. You wondered if he felt the same way. For now, you are going to enjoy these moments and figure out your feelings later.

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