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brianquinnlvr · 26 days ago

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𝐁𝐅𝐁, 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

SUMMARY you've had a crush on your best friends older brother for at least three years now. but he's always been so far out of reach that the thought of the two of you together just sounded wrong to others. for starters, he's three years older than you. and while that isn't a problem now that you're 19 and hes 22, which is not illegal, it was always a problem at the beginning of your crush. another bump in the road happens to be the fact that you're a pogue, and not just any pogue, john b routledge's twin sister. it wasn't necessarily his distaste for pogues though, it was more of a reputation thing. but after a party one night, maybe he can put his reputation aside.

rafe cameron x routledge!silly!reader 💌

au where he's not a murderer and he + sarah have a regular sibling relationship 🫡 also smau, along with irl

warnings: suggestive, slight age gap

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you sat at the edge of your bed, scrolling on your phone as you awaited the arrival of the cameron siblings. you'd never been the type to be any form of secretive about a crush, in your eyes, there was other fish in the sea. if you're not madly in love with them, then rejection isn't that big of a deal. but rafe cameron rejecting you would be absolutely humiliating, considering you were so delusional about him that you qualified for a padded white room and possibly even a straight jacket. and well, now that you know he's aware of your crush on him, you are not looking forward to seeing him.

so as you hear the honking of rafe's truck, you jump slightly, pinching the bridge of your nose and exiting your room, making your way into the living room where your brother john b was. "farewell jb." you spoke. he sat up from his spot on the couch, leaning over to look out the window with furrowed eyebrows. "did sarah take rafe's truck?"

you sighed, sliding your converse on. "no, rafe's taking us." you grumbled, pulling on the laces of your shoes and tying them. "this is the only time i've ever dreaded seeing rafe cameron." john b chuckled. "good luck."

as you stood up and gathered yourself, you turned to the door, calling behind you to your brother as you opened it. "thanks g. be back soon!" you didn't wait for a response as you exited the home. a smile erupted on your face as you made eye contact with sarah through the windsheild of rafe's truck, waving and jogging over to the vehicle.

you climbed in the back seat, sitting in the middle. "hi sar-bear." you said normally, in an effort to put up a front that you didn't care about the whole rafe knowing you like him thing. it wasn't really the fact of him knowing, but more of the fact that you seriously genuinely never had a chance.

but.. now that he knows, whats the harm in flirting? "hey beautiful." you said to rafe, to which he sighed through his nose. "hi yn." he grumbled, putting the car in reverse, his right hand going to the back of the passenger seat to help himself turn around, and god did he look good.

you were going to open your mouth to address his slutty actions, but you decided against it, silently sitting in the back of the truck until you pulled into the parking lot of the mall.

you and sarah unbuckled your seatbelts and began climbing out, ready to thank rafe for the ride but you paused as you noticed him getting out. "what are you doing?" you asked, eyebrows knitted together. he shrugged as you climbed out. "what? thought i was gonna drive all the way here just to drop you off? i need new swimming trunks anyways."

great. just what you needed. not only did you have to have an awkward car ride in the presence of the finest man alive being aware you thought he was the finest man alive, but now he'd be walking around the building with you—or at least you assumed, saying a silent prayer to yourself that he'd wander off alone.

he didn't, though. but he didn't really make his presence unbearable, either. he didn't say much—like at all. he did separate himself once or twice, also never really directly talking to you when he did choose to open his mouth. until sarah saw one of her old friends from highschool, that was. obviously, with you being a pogue, you did not go to the kook academy. so when sarah ran off to greet her friend that you'd never seen a day in your life, you stayed back, sipping on the auntie anne's lemonade with an h&m bag sitting in your hand, along with a bath and body works bag

last week you'd worked overtime at the wreck, so you figured you'd treat yourself with the extra money. though everything was insanely expensive these days, so you didn't get much. "so..." you mumbled at an attempt to break the silence. you were gonna follow up with something about the weather, or whatever it is people like rafe talk about. probably stockmarkets or something. but you couldn't help yourself from flirting just a little. i mean look at him, anyone who can control themselves around rafe cameron has the self control of a literal saint. "be honest, you only came in to be in my presence."

you wanted to say something a little more unsettling like 'hows that dick', but you managed to keep a bit of dignity. obviously you knew he was absolutely not there for you, but you did not expect him to play along. "you caught me." he said, his lips pressing into a thin line.

you chuckled softly. "it's okay, don't be embarrassed. i'm used to guys being obsessed with me." you continued jokingly, eyes trained on his insanely beautiful face. "oh i'm the obsessed one?" he asked, his buff arms crossed over his chest as he tilted his head slightly, a very slight smirk on his lips now. "cus... if i recall correctly, you're the one who has sexual fantasies about me."

your cheeks burned bright red, not expecting him to bring up the message from earlier. you played it off by rolling your eyes, but it was clear to him that you were embarrassed. it gave him a sense of accomplishment. he couldn't explain it, but making you flustered felt nice in way.

thankfully, sarah walked up before the conversation could go any further and get any more awkward. "hey guys." she said with a smile. "sorry, old friend from highschool. what store next?"

you shrugged, knowing your budget was getting low. "theres a new shop over on the other end of the building. kie went recently, she said i'd love it." sarah smiled, beginning to walk in that direction, noticing the slight blush on your cheeks and the smug state rafe seemed to be in, but she chose to ignore it. "lets go then."

the walk to the shop was short, you and sarah talking about random things while rafe still followed silently behind, his hands in the pockets of his khaki shorts. the moment you entered the store, you knew you'd be coming back.

your eyes immediately landed on a pair of dark denim shorts with a pretty floral pattern embroidered on it that reminded you so much of adrianne lenker's album cover for songs and instrumentals. you rushed over to them. "oh my god i need these immediately." you looked at the size, seeing they were your size. "this is fate. hallelujah thank you god." you said in a more humerous manner, going to look at the price tag. your smile faltered a bit as you saw the price tag, and you sighed, placing them back on the shelf. "okay, nevermind, apparently god hates me."

you always struggled with money growing up, but rafe and sarah were apart of one of the richest families on the island. i mean, they lived in the tannyhill mansion for fucks sake. sarah was your best friend, so you knew she'd absolutely never judge you for your financial state being so different from her's, but you were still ashamed of it. you were so different from her in so many ways. and obviously you were even more embarrassed with rafe there, who you'd flirted with a mere 5 minutes ago. it wasn't getting you any closer to getting in his pants, thats for sure.

sarah giggled softly, picking them back up. "it's okay, i'll sugar mama you." she winked. you smiled at her. "well thank you, but i'm not letting you buy me a $32 pair of shorts." she dismissed you with her hand. "don't be silly, yn." sarah reached for her wallet, opening it, and her smile was the next to falter. "shit. i don't have enough cash left and i forgot my card on my desk. i promise i'll come back and get them when my car gets done later."

you were the one dismissing her with your hand now, making a "pssht." sound. "its okay sar, i don't need them. i'm serious. i'll come back and get them when my next paycheck hits." she sighed. "fine. but only because ward put me on a limit until i get a job anyways."

you chuckled, making your way to the vinyl section of the store, shopping through. you caught a glimpse of rafe in the corner of your eye, unable to resist yourself from looking at him as you turned your head, not even trying to hide the staring. he was standing at the place the three of you just were, seemingly shopping through the woman's clothing right there.

you sighed, assuming he probably had a girlfriend or something that he was shopping for. rafe absolutely never posted on social media, and he was also never really at any parties or bonfires anymore. he was so mysterious, and it unfortunately made him a million times hotter.

after a moment, you went back to shopping through the vinyls and conversating with sarah about some of the albums you'd found. it wasn't long until you were climbing back into the backseat of rafe's truck with sarah shotgun. once rafe climbed into the drivers seat, instead of immediately turning on the car like you'd expected, he turned to you and handed you a bag from the store earlier. you furrowed your eyebrows, grabbing the bag cautiously. "whats this?"

he turned back and started the car, beginning to drive. "i bought you the shorts. now you don't have to spend your next paycheck on them." he shot you a smile through the rear-view mirror then just went on about his day. "well thank you." you said softly, looking inside of the bag. "hot and thoughtful. how am i your only current bitch? against your will, too."

he rolled his eyes, but you could see the small hint of a smile on his face. it was like he was purposely trying to make himself look more boyfriend material than he already did.

v speaks: hi this was lowkkkkk ass but its just cus its an intro part i'm sorry like i have nothing from a previous part to build off of or anything💔 ill be better #swear also im shaking in my boots i havent published any writing since 2023

#rafe cameron x oc #rafe cameron fic #rafe x y/n #rafe cameron smau #rafe obx #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #rafe smut #outer banks #obx x reader #obx #drew starkey smau #drew starkey x oc #drew starkey au #drew starkey

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agendabymooner · 1 year ago

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shunt your lovers, kiss your enemies ! jenson b. x ofc (hunt!driver!ofc)

summary: julia james ‘jj’ hunt was the first woman to ever land herself a seat in the formula one grid back in 2000s and jenson button was the person to end that all thanks to his championship celebration and their roller coaster dynamic that started way before they teamed up in brawn gp. OR, thirteen years after her forced retirement jj hunt was blessed with their two children and a fortunate case of rivalry gone right.

content warning: use of explicit language, brief mentions of inappropriate behaviour (harassment) from fans, james hunt daughter!ofc, mentions pregnancy (dad!jenson), enemies/rivals-teammates to lovers, nico rosberg spilling teas, f1 grid banters, peak jenson era mentioned (i’m a slut for him i’m sorry), williams family x ofc (platonic)

note: enjoy the smau in full picture view ❤️

i have a hangover but uh enjoy xx smut masterlist coming soon

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

liked by georgerussell63, alex_albon, lewishamilton

williamsracing babe come back the kids miss you 😢

alex_albon i second that 😭 liked by jjhunt

logansargeant was very happy to finally meet you 🥲 liked by jjhunt

user1 did jj just adopt the two williams drivers???

user2 she’s in her first race suit and she took her first car on a ride 😭 i love this sm

landonorris can we all collectively agree that if it wasn’t for jb we’d still have her racing— even in mercedes?? liked by jjhunt

georgerussell63 i’d gladly lose my seat just to have her race 🙏

charles_leclerc i’d give her mine to be honest

oscarpiastri she’d look better in mclaren than he did 🤥

danielricciardo i can’t help but agree— the fact that i’ve never raced with her still baffles me to this day 🙃🙃 liked by jjhunt

user3 lmfaoooo the whole grid’s just bullying jenson as of this point 😭😭😭

user4 he did that to himself 💅🤷‍♀️✨

jensonbutton aren’t i glad that half of these guys are uncles to our children 🙄🙄 liked by jjhunt

jjhunt you could’ve at least let me pull a nicorosberg and given me a child after i win but i guess not 🤷‍♀️

user4 LMAO POOR JENSON 💀

nicorosberg this is why we don’t kiss our enemies, jj 🙄 liked by jjhunt

jjhunt bold of you to assume we only did kissing 😳

nicorosberg didn’t really assume it when i got a firsthand traumatic experience with walking in on you two

user5 NICO STOP TALKING 😩😩

user6 i’m starting to think that the “insiders” the fast lane daily and the race n rumors were referring to was just nico all along 😭😭

user7 someone please tell nico to spill the tea— LIKE WDYM ITS NOT JUST JENSON’S CHAMPIONSHIP CELEBRATION?!

hunt-button kids:

jodie hunt button + julian hunt button

p.s. jenson and jj were called ‘the brawn j²’

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munson-blurbs · 5 months ago

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PLEASE MAKE MY MEET CUTE DREAMS COME TRUE BUG!!

What IS my personality? Hm... Generally I'm pretty upbeat, fun-loving, and compassionate, but around Eddie?! 🙈 I'd be a lil shy I'm not gonna lie haha

Hobbies include bird watching, thrifting trinkets, and graphic design (oh and writing FILTHY SEXUALLY EXPLICIT STORIES, can't forget that). No need to incorporate all of this, just giving you ✨variety✨

My pronouns are she/her.

And I'll just leave you with some emojis I like 😌

🪻🪺🐀🪿🐞🫐🥨🏕️🪕

As meta as it would be to have Eddie reading the smut you wrote about him, bird watching was what caught my eye. Hope you like this!

CW: mention of drug use/dealing WC: 628 Divider credit to @hellfire--cult

It had stormed in Hawkins for a week straight. Seven days of dodging raindrops and spending your free time cooped up in the house. You were on the verge of going stir-crazy until the sun finally peeked out from behind the clouds this morning.

Plucking your binoculars from their spot on your shelf, you head out into the woods. Before the storms, a pileated woodpecker had made a nest in one of the trees, and you were anxious to see if it had survived the lousy weather.

Mud squelched beneath your boots as you trudged towards your favorite picnic bench. There wasn’t anything special about it per se, but it stood out from the others because of the JH+JB carved into the table. Whoever JH and JB were, you hoped their love was still strong.

You adjusted the focus on your binoculars, aiming your gaze at the tree where you’d seen the nest just over a week ago. A soft sigh of relief slipped through your lips when you saw that it was still intact; in fact, there were now three little eggs inside of it.

Hours felt like mere minutes as you soaked up each moment outdoors, following the calls of the sparrows that populated the tiny forest. Hawkins wasn’t a bustling city, but it was still nice to have a reprieve from the normal sounds of the suburbs. Out here, there were no car horns honking, no tired parents scolding their mischievous children, no—

“You here to buy or sell?”

The sudden noise startled you; if you didn’t have the strap looped around your wrist, you almost certainly would have dropped your binoculars. That would have been embarrassing. Just like the yelp you let out when the man spoke.

“Whoa, didn’t mean to scare you.” He gave a sheepish grin and held up his hands in surrender. “Just figured if you wanted to buy, I could offer you a sweet deal. But if you’re selling…well, you’re kinda in my spot, so��”

You collected your thoughts, trying to keep from getting lost in his deep brown eyes. “No. I mean, neither. N-Not buying or selling. Just, uh, birdwatching.”

He cocked a brow. “Birdwatching?”

“Y-Yeah.” You scrambled for more words, unused to being tongue-tied. “Y’know, just…watching birds.”

“I gathered that much.” He sat next to you, placing a tin lunchbox on the table. “So what kind of birds are we watching?”

You explained the whole nest-surviving-the-storm saga, expecting him to roll his eyes or get bored. But he didn’t. Instead, he looked at you with those beautiful doe eyes and gestured to your binoculars.

“Mind if I take a look?”

You nodded and handed them over, hoping that the time he spent looking through them would afford you the chance to conjure up some actual conversation topics.

He peered through the binoculars. “I see the nest! Holy shit, there’s about to be some bird babies.” He looked at another tree. “Here we’ve got some sort of brown bird just kinda…doing its thing.” Keeping the binoculars pressed to his eyes, he looked directly at you. “And here we have a really pretty girl who’s gonna let me treat her to ice cream.”

“Sure. Yeah, um, that would be great.” You felt your body tingle with bashfulness. An insanely cute guy was asking you out. “I love ice cream.”

The guy looked surprised, like he couldn’t believe that line worked. “Me, too.” He stood and held out his hand to help you up.

You accepted it gratefully, but before you stood, you looked at him. “I just realized that I don’t even know your name,” you mused.

He laughed. “That would be good information, huh?” He shook his head at his own blunder.

“I’m Eddie Munson. And you are?”

#meet? cute.#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie stranger things #stranger things fanfic #fanfic

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vampiretendencies · 2 years ago

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a visceral feeling, that i can never leave behind

summary; jj crossed his heart, hoped to die that he wouldn’t get in another dust up; now he’s suffering.

authors notes; getting back into the groove of writing full length fics, still doing blurbs. but if you have a request either way, requests are open.

pairing; jj maybank x pogue!fem!reader (reader is almost always a pogue, unless i specify other wise)

warnings; angst to fluff, maybe suggestive if you take it that way

It was unusual to not hear from JJ.

Whether it be sullen facetime calls, hundreds of affectionate text messages, or not being able to pry your hands off of one another in person.

It was just unusual.

Which is why you are silently cursing yourself, sat parked outside the Chateau. The Twinkie was gone, but that in more ways than one didn’t mean JJ wasn’t in his bedroom.

Maybe John B took it out on an errand.

Maybe John B, Pope, and Kie went out on the marsh.

The possibilities were endless— but JJ never was the type to miss out on a Pogue expedition. Nor was he the type to not tell you about it; hell he’d update you if he was doing a task, as simple as smoking a blunt.

Glancing down at the blue and grey text chain, a photo of JJ kissing the bone of your jaw ever so slightly adorned the top, a helpless dimple poking through— but, you couldn’t understand why most of it was blue. Why were they so many texts from only you?

J <3

JB did a lil fire tonight

Got mosquito bites in places I shouldn't have mosquito bites

Need you to help me scratch them :(

I'm being serious

Goodnight baby, wish I was sleeping with you

Those were the last few texts you'd received from JJ, after you'd worked a late shift at the wreck and he'd known you fell asleep. JJ also knew today was your late shift, typically he'd be at the front door of your home; parents ready to boot him out from how much he continuously rambled on about you. You even tried calling Kie, Pope, and John B numerous times with no response.

Yeah, something was definitely fucking wrong.

With a slam of your car door the leaves from the tree above crunch beneath your feet, adjusting your cropped tee so it didn't fall too low. Rays of the sun beaming thoroughly on the skin of your legs and the exposure of your back, making your way towards the screen door of the Chateau. Screen pulled back and worn out, the wood chipped and chewed but this wouldn't be the Chateau if it wasn't. Past the porch you step foot inside, pushing aside beer cans with your shoe clad foot; empty cereal boxes, stale three-day old pizza, open sodas. Anything that you could imagine that was on the hard wood floor, it was.

But what you couldn't find was answers.

"JJ!"

You called, knowing full well there wouldn't be a response as he isn't visibly here. But it's JJ, he could be fucking around.

"Baby!"

You tried the pet name in hopes that it would work, but as you enter his room and see an unmade bed with miscellaneous clothes thrown on it your thoughts grew thin. You huffed limp body falling back onto the solid twin matress.

Instantly flying upward upon hearing familiar voices and footsteps, one familiar voice in particular.

Questions seeming to be answered all at once.

Seeming.

"Did you see that headlock John B had him in?"

"Easy access! Took one hit and I swear I heard his jaw crack!"

It was, in fact JJ.

Doing that thing that he does after the Pogues think they've accomplished something big, yet they always fail to see the bigger picture.

Heat of the moment or adrenaline, you assumed.

"His face was so fucked up!"

"He's had it coming for a long time."

You confirmed it was John B's voice with Kies toward the end. Now the issue was, who the hell did they have to get into a fight with this time?

Though you may not know, you'd make certain to find out.

Creeping around the corner, you make your presence known at the entrance of the living room where they all stood. Appearing as if they's seen a ghost.

Not only did they not have the decency to include you or fill you in, but JJ's fist is coated in blood. Disheveled and mulled, like they'd been ran over by the same bus various times. Kie's curls fanned outwardly, John B with a busted lip, Pope with a black eye, and JJ with a welp against his cheek bone; a gushing cut seeping through.

Your voice grows horse, mouth running dry; fathomed by your supposed friends in front of you.

What were you? A sick joke?

"Look ... we can explain, JJ told us not to tell you and we-"

Kie offered, guilt eating away at her portraying a bad habit.

"Just don't."

"Shouldn't someone like ... be mediator this time, she might actually kill him."

Pope chimes in and it makes your stomach churn because he was partially true.

You brush past them, aiming for your car and of course JJ's steps behind you. Echoing your every move, fingertips knotting around your wrist in an effort for you to turn around and face him. Unexpectedly, your back met with the warm glass window of your car. His fists at the hood, arms hovering near the sides of your head. Tresses combed backward from his digits, out of fear that this situation right here would happen.

There were certain confrontations JJ appreciated and certain one's he didn't.

He had no problem with pummeling someone unrecognizable for the sake of his friends, which spells out the entirety of this.

The confrontations he hated though was this one, the one where he can't even look you in the eye. He invariably lost his tongue in a fight with you, his past making him think that every fight could result in you abandoning him and never coming back. For the long run.

"You should go get that looked at," you spat, biting back so harshly. Peering at a slash that would take weeks to scab over.

"Just stay okay? This doesn't have to be a fight."

His speech is low and he's looking everywhere but at you until you shoved him- hands connecting with his chest in an effort to get his attention and for him to stop caging you in.

Exasperated that he couldn't just tell you, that he couldn't just talk to you about it.

Animosity that he would dare get his precious face damaged in such as way.

Irate and bitter that his somehow get himself in this overwhelming imperilment.

A menace before you.

"It does JJ! We're lying to each other now? This is what we do?!"

It was a show, a show that people would stream on television for their on laughter and enjoyment.

But this was the sheerness of a susceptible couple, glass nearly empty.

Time bellowing out.

"I had to baby!"

Not to be dramatic but JJ's heart had been stitched together once, when you entered his life.

And that's why he tried his utmost to prevent any interference in this relationship.

Because now he swears, he can physically feel a stitch rip open with every remark you make.

"We tell each other everything JJ!"

"And I didn't tell you 'cause, I knew this is how you'd react!"

He stands still with a clenched jaw; tight enough for teeth to grind, hand gesturing at your current 'pissed off' stance—notrils flaring and mouth agape.

And he thinks this actual smoke fuming out of your ears.

Silence fell over the two of you, stood so desperately apart in the misty front yard of the Chateau.

"It was Rafe," He rasped through monotone. "We had to take this round while we could-"

"So fucking stupid, you know he's coming back for ya'll!" You still speak sharply, infuriated past envy. "M'the one treated like shit, just for you to get one up on Rafe Cameron ... of all people JJ!"

"I know, baby! I know-"

He reached for your arms, in ordinace to hold them close, but he failed whilst you inched to the car door.

What's upsetting is, after the fight and pirior to it- JJ craved to breathe in your oxygen and get lost inside your lungs.

"I dont care if it's a decision I won't like, it's still something I deserve to know," and now your voice is just growing weary. "You do such dumb shit and m'expected not to say anything."

All JJ could do was ache.

Ache with regret.

And ache with longing at the feeling of you not wanting to be near him.

He hadn't even gotten a kiss today, for Christ's sake.

"You said you wanted all of me JJ, I gave you that. Why aren't you doing the same..."

Your figure folds, stepping low into the car, JJ running forward bloody fist pounding on the glass window. Praying to God, that you'd give in just this once and hear him out.

"I am! I fuck up one time and you're there to make sure I don't hear the end of it!'

He's finding his voice, a minute two late as his takes note of gear switching and the vehicle moving backward to leave.

"Get out! Don't go ... please don't baby!"

“Baby!”

He trails behind the moving car, as if running would make a difference.

But you wouldn't be there this time.

The last altercation he got into, you were on the other end to clean his bruises and linger kisses onto his cuts; yet, there was also an agreeance that he wouldn't be caught up in another scrutinizing fight.

You validated yourself in thinking you had the right to your reaction.

And JJ validated himself in thinking he was right in not telling you, your words engraving in his brain like clockwork; agatizing that he saw reason.

Nearly a chore for him to listen— heardheaded beyond belief.

Ravaging in the come down.

Always finding the beat, now they can't find the rush.

All filaments of emotion turned to dust.

“You can stop shitting your pants now, she’s already seen us.”

John B’s banter is not one that makes JJ’s tongue stop clicking, nor does it make his leg stop bouncing up and down out of horrid anxiousness.

He’s forced John b to take him to your home, only to be dismissed in your family saying you weren’t around.

You were, you just couldn’t stand to see JJ.

Fed up with his antics and his constant need to put himself in a position of hazardous instability.

Allowing him to resort to plan ‘work invasion’— the one place he knew you couldn’t escape him.

Despite how he typically acts, JJ has precise memory when it comes to you. He still has the little crumpled piece of paper you gave him in first grade— folded neatly inside his wallet, being besotted with you for that long.

‘I like your hiar — signed Y/N’

He picked fun at the way you spelled hair, though he took pride in his hair since then. And no matter how much he misplaced things, he endlessly found his was back to that note.

Resembling you, evermore.

With that being said, remembering your work schedule was something of ease to him.

You did glance at them stepping foot into the eating establishment, sat at a table on the far side— also know as your serving section.

Ultimately, you didn’t want to argue any longer with JJ; you didn’t want to argue to begin with. You bargained with him to learn— to learn that he can’t always have his way.

Especially when he’s teasing you so, showing up during your shift, and wearing that stupid fucking navy blue button up shirt besides the fact that it was, unbuttoned. Chest on display, muscular and built.

You felt the dagger of his eyes on your back whilst you served the table that was ahead of them, still feet away. Unable to concentrate on the order, eaves dropping on their conversation.

“Ma’am, are you listening?”

“Sorry … sorry what was that?”

Your saccharine voice apologizing to the woman and her small child, JJ chews the inside of his mouth. He despised going longer than a millisecond without hearing that sweet, sweet sound, laced with the inticement of veneration.

Accidentally fumbling the pen and note pad in your hand, rubbing your sweating palms onto your greasy black half-apron.

“Just two milkshakes.”

The woman was quick to repeat, voice more stern at you for not getting it right the first time.

But JJ was going to win you over, wether that be clogging every toilet in the stalls to announce to everyone that there was a plumping problem— isolating only you and him.

Though, he had something else in mind. Maybe not we’ll thought out to most, but it was the quickest and most efficient way he new of to win you back over on his side.

You slide your feet against the tiled floor, anticipating serving the group of Pogues. Instead you plaster on as fake as smile, and interrupt their witty banter by clearing your throat.

“What can I get ya’ll today? Our special today is a main dish of lying with backstabbing on the side.”

You were being bitter and you knew it, purposefully standing on the side of the table that JJ wasn’t on. But still the dining chair screeched on the floor, in an effort to move closer.

“Look we actually love you a lot more than JJ, if we’re being honest,” Pope conquered, and Kie and John B shook their heads in eagerness, willing to mask the tension in the air. “He convinced us to leave you out of it and we didn’t want to get in the middle of anything.”

“You don’t have to justify anything JJ did Pope, he chose to break our promise and that’s on him.”

You sneered, eyes rolling harshly at the blonde that’s twirling his thumbs— peering up at you with a deathly smirk on his features.

“That was a one time thing, Rafe deserved it baby, you know he did.”

“Baby, you know he did.”

John B mocked JJ, warning a kick from JJ’s combat boot beneath the table with a scoff.

“Did you guys hear something … like this irritating buzzing sound of some bastard talking?”

That earned a hissing sound from John B, the actual remnants of what JJ felt from that comment.

“Are y’all ordering or what? I have other tables to serve.”

You conquer, JJ’s at the edge of seat, tapping his foot. His sense being filled with that of burgers, shrimp and grits, anything he could utter but he didn’t have an appetite.

No, not when the only thing he had a hankering for was currently in front of him.

Back straightened and stood tall, typically a stance he’d drool over but he can’t get past the weeping sensation— dire need to never be at odds.

To simply just be.

For you to be his, and him be yours.

All over again.

“I was hoping you were on the menu.”

Courage emphasizing his words, eyeing you up and down— nearly eyefucking. Seeing now as his opportunity to go in for the kill.

“Okay, you know what-“

You’re spinning on your heels, in a notion to walk away— refusing service.

Until.

“JJ! Get down, my parents are never gonna’ let us back in here!”

But, he didn’t give a fuck.

A sickly pit in your stomach causes you to turn around, to be met with a JJ stood bright eyed— a disfigured expression and sunken shoulders hanging low.

Standing atop the table, head closer to the ceiling than it ever was before. Loud and proud, whilst his hands clapped, cupping together for a infamous effect.

Your face burns with prim red scrutiny, horror covering your face— just powerful moments ago.

Insides scrambling to nothing, a stupid toothy grin plastered across his features.

Wreckless, per usual, consequences of no variation to him.

He’s irrevocably standing on top of a restaurant table with only lovingly sullen eyes.

“This woman right here,” He gestures his arms toward you, all bodies turning toward you— wanting to cower in shame but oddly enough you were enticed and lead by infatuation.

Pope and John B, just let JJ do his thing— either way he was going to do what he pleased.

Crowds of familiar faces, family, a friends— some with mouths wide open in awe, some making snarky remarks, and some wishing like hell that it was them.

“She’s gonna’ have my babies,” He started a small chuckle escaping his lungs. Announcing to the entirety of the restaurant, giving them entertainment; despite the promise he broke to not get himself hurt again.

This though. This was promising, and convincing and everything in between.

Salvaged with being allergic to the waiting.

Waiting for you to come around.

You’re in the room, you earn his gaze.

You open your mouth, he’s hypnotized.

Starstruck.

“And m’gonna have those lips on mine for however long she lets me … forever I hope.”

He beamed, Kie’s father’s disgruntled face entering the room, waving at JJ to get down.

A sinister grin still on his features.

“And ya’ll will pass by us in disgust, that you can’t be us. That you can’t have our love.”

You’d hoped someone was behind you because you were about to collapse.

“This enough of an apology for you, pretty girl?”

He echoes, bits of his accent flowing through the sentence.

You managed to fight the smile on your features.

Let’s just say JJ proclaiming his love infront of nearly thirty people didn’t come close to his usual public displays of affection.

“Get your ass down!” Kie’s father, Mike, stammered, and JJ willingly jumped down from the table, being that he wasn’t finished.

And he knows by the smile lines next to your mouth— that this argument is officially past tense.

And he knows that tonight he’s going to relish in all the delicacies that you have to offer him.

“I mean it was alright,” you joke, picking fun to pass your inkling of embarrassment.

Knowing that it topped any apology you’ve received.

JJ glides over to you, hands wholeheartedly cupping your face, thumbs nestling you chin. Like the two of you were on a stage and this was a live performance.

You hold his heart in your hands internally, JJ is merely thankful to be alive during this lifetime with you.

Appreciating your existence and the relationship the two of you founded, together.

He places a wet, sloppy kiss to your lips, pecking them repeatedly. Delving them together, molding with perfection and engulfing yours with his.

Exhilarated to have the opportunity to graze mouths with yours.

“Don’t ever make me chase you again.”

But, he knows he’d do it all over.

Standing hand in hand, with lovelorn souls.

Knowing that he’d redo it without hesitation.

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fernpetals · 1 month ago

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Good Cop, Bad Cop V

Masterlist

Part 1 Part2 Part 3 Part 4

Yandere Tom Ludlow x Reader

Warning: Power imbalance, mention brutal crimes and crimes against women

GIF is not mine, credit to the @scarlettspectra.

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Before you know it, this becomes a routine. Every other week, when you have to report to the police station and end up being late, he drops you home. At this point, you can bet that you will recognise his charger anywhere.

Your steps cease when you spot the vehicle outside your workplace. You don't know why, but you take a few steps back before turning around and walking back into your office. You know that he means well, just doing his jb, but you find him a bit…intense. His gaze is enough to reduce you into a fumbling mess.

Taking out your phone, you check for any message in case you have missed it. There is none. What is he doing here?

Okay, you have not done anything wrong, it’s a new city and the cops are simply being extra careful maybe? You can show him your phone in case of any misunderstanding. You assure yourself as you take a deep breath to collect yourself before walking out.

A part of you hopes that it isn’t his car. A lot of people own a charger and maybe you are…

All hopes are dashed as soon as the car door opens and Officer Thomas Ludlow gets out. Outside the station, with the wind ruffling his hair, he appears slightly boyish, a smile might look lovely on him. Too bad, you know him as a grump.

“I received no texts.” You bite your tongue as soon as you finish that hurried explanation.

You almost see something akin to mirth dancing in his brown eyes.

“Because none was sent. Get in the car, we’ll talk on your way home.”

“Oh. it’s not that late.”

“I can see that. This is important.” He says, rounding up and walking towards you, on reflex, you take a step back.

It’s like something in you just fails to settle down in his presence. To your surprise, he opens the car door for you.

“Please.”

You feel stupid. He is a police officer who has been nothing but kind to you, maybe not the most polite, but good, in his own way.

“Thank you.” is all you can manage before getting inside his car.

—--

“You might want to be extra cautious.” He speaks up while driving through the busy LA roads.

“Why?”

“We keep an eye on them, they keep an eye on us and you have become a common link. First in the restaurant, now visiting the police station every now and then. If anything, it confirms that one of them had been at least near that place.”

“You mean they fled when you all surrounded me?”

He hums before stopping near a food truck.

“I’m hungry, have you eaten yet?”

You find yourself taco in in his car. He has already packed some for dinner, and by the number, maybe even breakfast.

“You must be a busy man, I mean, the job is demanding.”

Officer Ludlow glances at the packed meal and nods “I barely have the motivation to cook for myself. Besides, it’s quicker that way.”

Oh, you thought him to be married. But he does not seem so.

“You have my number?”

“No?”

“Save it in your emergency contact, I suggest you get yourself a good security system and if anything. I mean anything feels odd, you let me know.”

“I–I don’t think I am of any use to them.”

“You are a woman.”

Annoyance flares within you as you fix him with a hardened stare “So?”

“I’m sorry, I did not mean it that way.”

An apology that sounds genuine and a softened gaze? That soothes you, surely, but you remain annoyed.

“What do you mean then, Sir?”

For a moment, you think you catch something dark flash in his eyes but it’s gone with a faint gulp.

“I mean, they are monsters and women are the usual victims, and targets even—they don’t need a reason, or even animosity, the fact that you are a woman is enough. These people have the record of doing unspeakable things, to men, to women, to little girls and boys.”

That does make sense. In the underworld, there is not a being more exploited than the female perhaps.

“So, if you have a gun, good, if you don’t, get one. Keep your location on all the time and if anything goes wrong, what do you do?”

“Call 911.”

He lets out a sharp, short sigh at your response.

“Call me, that’s why I am suggesting you save my number on the emergency contact list.”

You nod, the gravity of the situation finally dawns upon you, seems like the casual decision to enter that restaurant has cost you much more than you had thought.

Oh, what have you gotten yourself into?

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Thanks to @scarlettspectra's brilliant analysis of Yandere Tom Ludlow, it has been the fuel I needed.

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lucdacuslady · 3 months ago

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“Crash into Me”

julien x lucy x controversially young! gf reader! fluff, kisses, mentions of sexual activity if you squint, long breaks, reunions, I WISH THIS WAS ME!!

feeding everyone their jucy x reader content (aka I NEED THIS)

xx char 💋

You, Julien and Lucy have been dating since early last spring, and it was the definition of a dream come true. there was so much love, so much understanding, to put it simply, you’d never experienced a dynamic of this nature before. Lucy and Julien had been gone for the past month, embarking on Julien’s tour. and it’s safe to say you missed them a lot. as much as you wished and hoped you were able to attend this tour you couldn’t. there was so much school, so many responsibilities that you simply couldn’t give up and it was devastating. what was even more devastating is that Julien and Lucy totally 100% understood and even encouraged you to stay. so you did, texting in the group chat throughout the day and a big FaceTime call in the evening either before the show or after, and it has worked the best it could. but you were simply counting down the days until they returned.

it was a thursday afternoon, easily your busiest day of class. you wake up early and don’t get out until almost dinner time. so it’s rare you come home on thursdays before nearly 5pm.

2:58: Lucy and Julien walk into the shared home, just arriving from the airport. they’ve been planning this surprise for weeks. they put their bags and equipment in the bedroom and their office before flopping down on the couch.

“so when is the little bugger home from class?” julien says sprawling out, somehow almost taking up the entire couch with her 5’0 frame.

“with putting in the time change she should be calling any moment saying she’s done for the day” lucy says kicking julien’s feet off the couch so she can also sit.

every day once classes and responsibilities are finished. you usually give lucy a call saying you’re on the way home and ready to plan out the nightly facetime call, just in case julien is busy and also the fact she is never on her phone as she says that she “hates the phone”.

like clockwork lucy’s phone goes off incoming call from “angel girl”

“there she is” lucy says as she picks up her phone. “hi princess, good afternoon” she says once she answers the phone, putting it on speaker.

“hi baby! i’m all done for the day, walking to my car, where y’all in the schedule for today, y’all free for a bit, or done for the day?” you say

“hi darlin’” julien says adding in “we are done for the day princess, give us a call at any time” lucy says giggling at julien’s eager response raising her eyebrows at the brunette not to ruin the surprise.

“okay yeah! i’ll be home in 20-25 minutes i have to ask one of my professors a question really quick and then i’ll be home, want me to just call when i’m settled?” you say as lucy and julien hear the door to the building of your professors office open.

“yeah baby, that should work, keep us updated if it goes longer!” lucy says putting a finger to her mouth telling julien to shut it and not ruin the surprise (she tends to have a big mouth with these things)

“okay, talk to you in a bit, love y’all!” you say

“love you” julien quickly adds in

“bye” lucy says

and the call finishes.

20 minutes pass by and suddenly Lucy and Julien hear your SUV park in front of the house, hearing the lock beep. julien and lucy scramble to appear as normal as possible, so julien scurries to her and lucy’s shared office while lucy goes to her chair by the sliding glass doors, grabbing a random book by the large bookcase in the living room.

the door unlocks, you throw your book bag down on the floor not caring where it lands and immediately goes to the fridge looking the soda you thought you had one more of. lucy notices this, and decides to break the news that julien drank the last one.

“jb took the last one” lucy says not looking up from her book. like it’s just any normal FUCKING day. lucy had never seen you move so fast, turning and looking at her, wide eyed.

“WHAT THE FUCK” you scream “WAIT THIS ISNT A PRANK RIGHT, like this is for real life right” you say, speeding towards lucy.

“hi princess” lucy says getting up to meet you halfway “no it’s not a joke, jules did drink your last dr. pepper, i told her not to” she adds.

you slam into her, grasping her so tight that you’re afraid if you let go in the slightest bit you may wake up. you immediately start to sob “j-julien is here?”

“JB” lucy shouts out, embracing you, “baby baby baby, what are the tears for?” she says kissing your head before taking your cheeks in her hands starting to wipe away the tears. julien peaks her head out of the office, with that bright cheeky smile.

“hi princess” she says wrapping her arms around your waist going up in her tiptoes to kiss the back of your head. this only makes you sob even more. “darlin’ what’s wrong? did we do anything?” julien says rubbing your arms, looking at luce, seeing if she can get some of the pieces, lucy responds with a shake of her head, not knowing either, but both just trying to help.

“i n-needed you” you grip on to julien, the tears continuing to fall. “i needed both of you” lucy and jb only grip onto you tighter. “i just didn’t know how much this would suck” you add, leaning you head into lucy’s chest.

“princess we are here now, tour is done, we’re home” lucy says grabbing your face once more.

the sensation of touch overwhelms you, your brain catching up to your body, you surge towards lucy crashing your lips onto hers. lucy gasps at the contact, melting into the kiss.

you deepen it, running your tongue across lucy’s bottom lip, asking for access, she allows it. her hands gripping your hair, julien kissing your neck. you can hear lucy groan into the kiss, tongues fighting for dominance, you let lucy win.

“darlin’ let her breathe” julien whispers into your ear. causing you to disconnect from lucy. you turn towards julien, only then repeating the same actions to her, lucy watching the reconnection with her two eyes. her two loves, the three of them together at last.

julien moans into the kiss, as her hands dig into your hips. causing you to gasp followed by a moan. “our sweet girl, we missed you so fucking much” julien says pulling back “we did angel, so much” lucy says coming up behind you.

your brain is so foggy, you’re gasping for air, all you can do is nod.

“can we show you baby?” lucy says leaning down whispering into your ear. “can we show you how much we needed you princess” julien adds.

all you can do is nod.

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blueikeproductions · 2 months ago

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Oh I'm so glad to see someone else who thinks that Hashtag should have had cassettes! For a new transformers race, I feel like the first ones should be different from each other, a group of unique individuals. They're kids for now, but one day they'll be known as the first Terrans, they should all be memorable.

Like if we threw in medic servos being a thing, we could have the first Terran medic. Actually we don't even need that, we just need any one of the Terran kids wanting to heal instead of fight. It would still be relatable to a lot of children since not everyone wants to get in on the action.

The only thing I can think of right now are Twitch and Thrash being the first two, then JB being the first dinobot and Nightshade having an animal for an altmode. (Ignoring the fact that he scanned a statue and not an actual organic. Actually, I guess he could be the first scientist)

Hashtag having cassettes would be the thing that makes her stand out from her siblings, especially if the quintessons invade and she becomes similar to Soundwave, hacking into their databases and spying on them. (Probably not the best comparison, she'd need some sort of character arc before I can actually see that happening. Which could be what the cassettes are for: learning the responsibility that comes with adopting pets. And just imagine the cute companions she could get! Or little sibling figures, if they're like Rumble.)

EarthSpark is a frustrating experience with interesting ideas but lack of interest to make them work as you’d think they should.

A medic seems like an obvious choice to better explain Terranit biology and how it differs from Cybertronian born Transformer biology. You could transplant Medix into a Terran, with his RBA personality but his G1/RB body type.

It would also be a better use of Ratchet, as he could bond with Medix and together with their applied knowledge better understand the Terrans and Cyber Sleeves.

In fairness to Nightshade, Scanning an object related to an animal or vehicle is something older stuff did before. Galaxy Force in particular shows Transformers can Scan pictures of cars or animal statues to gain the data necessary to Transform. Beast Wars era Transformers can Scan fossils and recreate the animal to Transform into it like Megatron, Terrorsaur, and Dinobot. Jawbreaker doing that is likely a reference to this.

Still this goes back to the medic idea, where Medix realizes Terrans might have a more advanced Scanning system that allows them to better adapt than regular Transformers.

Also I feel like Blaster and/or Jazz would be a much better fit as mentor to Hashtag. Both are already enamored by Earth culture and Jazz mentored Sideswipe in RiD15, so it’s not unheard of.

I don’t trust the old writers to make Decepticons into mentors because as we’ve seen they don’t seem interested in picking Decepticons better suited for that, vs forcing the popular ones in the role. It’d be much more fitting to have a well meaning Decepticon that isn’t Starscream or Soundwave give bad advice that the Terrans have to struggle to figure out with the Maltos and Bee. Like say IDW Flatline was another medic that Medix mentored under, but his advice and skills are considered ghoulish by Ratchet, but Medix is able to hybridize Flatline and Ratchet’s skills into something that helps the Terrans and Autobots.

The pet analogy fits pretty well as the cassettes I had in mind would be based on CatDog and Reptar.

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bloodibambiidoll · 10 months ago

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This is for me and @babygorewhore’s Writing Prompt Game. Feel free to click the link and come play!! Prompt: Road head with John B. - Warnings: Blow job,( kinda?) Dom!JB 18+MDNI!!!

You knew it wasn’t the time. But something about the way John B was driving right now was making you crazy. His hair was a tangled mess, he had dirt all over his face, neck, and arms. His button up shirt was askew, only the few bottom buttons still in tact. Displaying his chest that was covered in a sheen layer of sweat and he just looked so good. His large hands were gripping the steering wheel to the point that his knuckles were white and the veins in his hands looked like they might burst. He had a busted lip from the altercation he just got into with the kooks and there was a hard look on his face as he angrily ranted to you.

You weren’t even sure what he was saying, honestly, the only thing you could focus on was how badly you wanted to pull his shorts down his hips and take his cock down your throat. It’s not your fault watching your boyfriend fight turned you on. He’s usually pretty gentle with you, except for when you really push his buttons. But even then, the punishments he deals are sometimes lighter than you’d like. You want him to fucking destroy you, completely take you, shut your brain off so all you can think about is him and his cock.

“Babe, are you even listening?” John B turns to you at a stop sign, eyebrow raised, fingers tapping agitatedly against the steering wheel.

“Huh? Yeah I’m listening, sorry.” You give him a reassuring smile and he takes that as sign to continue his rant. You listen the best you can for a bit longer, offering a small ‘uh-huh’ here and there. Until he runs his fingers through his hair, throwing his head back slightly. His Adam’s Apple on fully display, the sweat on his neck practically begging to be licked off. And it’s really over for you when he grabs your thigh, asking you again if you’re listening to him. You don’t respond, instead giving into your desires by leaning across the seat to lick along the side of his neck.

“Whoa!” John B jumps back a little, glancing away from the road at you. “What are you doing?”

“Shhhh… just let me.” You whisper against his skin, kissing and nipping down his throat while your hand finds his cock through his shorts.

“Babe, this is not the time! This is serious shit we are going through we have to focus - oh fuck.” He lets out a groan when your hand wraps around his shaft, jerking him slightly through the material. You feel him start to harden causing a smirk spread across your lips.

“I think your cock disagrees, and so do I. I happen to think it’s the perfect time.” You kiss down his chest, flicking your tongue out to lick the salty sweat covering his skin as your hands work on undoing his shorts. You push them down and pull his cock out, spitting on your palm before taking it in your hand.

“Oh my fucking goddd. Baby, I’m driving, I don’t think this is the best - shit - idea.” John B keeps his eyes on the road, still going the speed limit despite the fact that you just took his whole cock down your throat in one swift motion. He swerves slightly, before grabbing onto your hair, using his grip to pull you off of him. “Did you not fucking hear me? I said that shit’s not safe.”

You whimper, your eyes rolling back at the burn on your scalp his grip is causing. “Just wanna make you feel good…” You pout up at him and he scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“You’re kind of acting like a slut right now, you know that? You wanna suck me off so bad? Fine.” He pulls off the road into a cluster of trees throwing the car in park. He uses the grip he still has on your hair to push you back onto his cock, shoving himself completely down your throat with a loud groan.

You gag around him, letting out a moan of your own at the feeling of him being rough with you. He pulls you off, giving you a second to breathe before he’s pushing you back down again. He starts to thrust his hips up, fucking your throat with his head thrown back, breathy moans leaving his lips. He pulls you off again, forcing you to look up at him. You have mascara running down your face, droll dripping down the sides of your lips and this look in your eyes like you’d let him do anything he wanted to you right now.

“You like this shit, huh? Are you my little slut?” He uses his thumb to rub the spit on your lips. You’re looking at him like you’re in a trance, his words hardly registering. “Answer me.”

“Yeah, I’m your little slut.” You take his thumb in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it.

“So pretty like this…” He pulls his thumb from your mouth, replacing it with his cock with ease. He counties to use your throat, bobbing your head up and down on his cock. You reach your hand down to cup his balls, swirling them in your palm. “Oh fuck! Baby, I’m gonna - I’m gonna cum.”

He pushes your head down a final time, his hips raising off the seat as his spills down your throat. You swallow every drop, pulling off him with a moan.

“That was so fucking hot.” He pants, taking your face in his hands so he can capture your lips in a passionate, messy kiss.

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no doubts - jb

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Getting wasted wasn’t part of your plans; at least not at the beginning of the night. You were okay with staying sober most of the times you went out with your boyfriend and his friends, but today was a bit different.

You didn’t know if it was because he was around his teammates from the England team (whom he didn’t see much due to him living abroad) or the fact that he was just having fun by himself, but you felt like Jude was slightly pushing you away from the circle that his group formed in the center of the VIP area.

You recognized it might be a bit silly to get mad at it, since you were an independent person and could have fun without him… But you were pissed off anyway. So you took it upon yourself to make the night a memorable one.

First, you started a pretty nice chat with one of the sweetest guys around, Declan. He wasn’t very excited about dancing or chatting around a lot, so it was natural for the both of you, who were sitting on the sofas, to start a conversation; then, as the hours passed by and you were still like almost furniture to your boyfriend, you accepted the first of the night from Declan’s hands. From there, you let go.

Maybe it was the music, or how fun it was to just meet new people, but you ended up dancing with not only Declan, but a bunch of girls and boys that just joined along the way. This wasn’t your usual self, but dancing between a gorgeous girl and Declan was the most fun you ever had in a while. At least from your drunken perspective.

“Babe?!” Jude’s voice sounded like an echo at first, which you ignored while the girl named Sarah was still holding your hips. “Babe!”

After a few seconds, your eyes landed on your boyfriend’s face, which wasn’t showing a very happy expression. You smiled at him anyways, unaware of how many times he had been calling your name while standing right next to you.

“Hey!” You said without stopping your little dance next to your new friends. “What’s up?”

That question alone seemed to liberate whatever reason he had to be mad at you. He took your wrist with no actual force, separating you from Sarah, who groaned in annoyance.

“Hey! I was dancing with her!”

“Yeah? Well, I’m leaving with her.” Jude replied in a dry tone that surprised you.

“But I was having fun! She’s a very good dancer.”

“I don’t care about that. Time to go home, now.”

Something about his tone and his eyes made you kinda sober up. You stared at him for a few seconds that actually felt like an eternity, your brain trying to focus on what was going on. Nonetheless, you nodded, giving Sarah a last smile before letting Jude guide you towards the exit.

The cold weather slammed through your very uncovered body with such force that you started to tremble. Jude noticed right away, and while waiting for the car that was supposed to take you home, he took off his jacket, embracing you in a hug despite his seriousness.

“What’s wrong?” You dared to ask after a while, feeling intimidated by his unusual silence.

“Nothing.” He murmured back, not looking at you, but at the street.

You pursed your lips but decided to not do anything about it. You knew better than to push Jude when he was in a mood. He would just close more to himself.

Finally, the car arrived, and without a word, he guided you inside with the same care he always gave you. You half-smiled at the driver before pushing the button that made the thick glass that separated him from the back seat appear.

“Okay...” You slightly blurred out the words, sitting almost on top of your boyfriend, who seemed very concentrated on the street rather than on you.

Of course you noticed something was wrong. He was upset, but you didn’t know why. It didn’t make sense, you just were having fun on your own. He wasn’t that type of jealous, wasn’t he?

“Baby... Talk to me.” If you had to use the big guns to your favor, then you would. Without any shame, you let your body fall on top of his lap, making you smile when he gave you a surprised look before giving your hips a little squish while helping you stabilize yourself. “Are you mad at me?” You carefully touched his cheek, wanting his eyes on yours no matter what.

“I’m not mad at you.” He said almost immediately. “It’s just that... You seemed to be having a lot of fun back there with Declan and that girl.” His eyes were still anywhere but on your face, and you started to slowly realize what was happening.

Oh my god.

“Jude, there’s no reason to feel jealous.” You kept caressing his cheek, biting your lip to stop the smile that was creeping on your face. “I was just dancing with them because you were busy with your friends, that’s it.” With little force, you made him look at you. “Look at me, you know I’ll choose you over anyone without a second thought.” You gave him a long peck, and when you backed up, he was smiling a bit. Progress. “I thought you knew I had the most gorgeous boyfriend on the entire planet.” This time, you fully kissed him, making sure that your body was fully aligned with his.

He returned the kiss with the same force, making you whimper as low as you could. You were still in a car with a driver, for god’s sake.

His hands traveled across your back, landing on your ass so carefully that you thought he was scared of your reaction. But that was impossible. In exchange, you let your nails make a slow trail from his jawline to his neck, taking a hiss from his lips that made you smile.

“Baby...” He whispered against your lips. The look on his face alone made you almost forget why you were holding back.

“Don’t ever doubt what we have.” You kissed his lips one more time, not feeling the need to retrieve yourself from his lap. “Only you can make me feel like this, got it?”

He nodded, still looking at you with a drunken expression that wasn’t there before. You wondered if you had the same expression while looking back at him. You sure felt drunk from his smell and touch.

“I love you.” He finally said before grabbing you for another kiss.

Oh, and how you loved him.

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apprenticestanheight · 1 year ago

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Apple Picking - Eggsy Unwin x reader

all right! I decided on a random monday night a couple of days too late that I was going to challenge myself to write and publish one fic for each week of October. Had I thought of the idea earlier this one would've come out on the 6th, but I thought of it when writing this last night so it's coming out today instead.

The goal with this event is to write for characters and pairings I don't write for often and like my account to a certain extent, this event is multifandom! Eggsy Unwin is kicking it off because I love him wholeheartedly and don't write for him as often as I should.

This fic was written while I was listening to the Boygenius song Leonard Cohen and directly uses the lyric 'I never thought you'd happen to me' twice because I love Boygenius and I couldn't help myself.

Fic type- fluff

Warnings- none

There was not a day that surpassed the both of you wherein Eggsy Unwin did not second guess himself. He wondered why, out of all of the people you could've chosen, you chose him.

You were the best person Eggsy could've met in the beginnings of his career as a Kingsman. You liked to read, you loved to write, you didn't hate dogs and you loved the autumn.

Eggsy had met you while waiting for Harry at a coffee place. You'd bumped into him while taking an idle step backwards, you'd chatted in line, he'd made you laugh, and you'd exchanged numbers and then it was like that was it. He was in your life, you were in his, and things would probably stay that way.

Still, four years later, you were thirty-two and had been sharing an apartment since just a bit before Eggsys 30th birthday. It was near the Kingsman tailors and near where you worked, so it was a good fit.

He was grinning to himself as he parked his car into one of the two parking spots that was included in the rent, Harry on the phone with him as he talked animatedly about plans you'd made for the upcoming and extremely rare weekend Eggsy had off.

As Eggsy turned the car off, he took Harry off speaker, pressing the phone to his ear. He opened the door just enough to hear the sound of rain and pocketed his car keys.

"Yeah! It's gonna be great--late morning, we're going to order in, I think? Once that's done with we're going to take JB and we're going to go apple picking. They do it with JB every season so that they can use the apples for apple butter, but I have the weekend off so we're turning it into a staycation type thing."

"Staycation?" Harry asked as Eggsy ran from his parking spot to the front door of the flat complex, barely dodging the rain in the process. "The closest apple picking place is three hours out of the city. That's not staying in."

"Close enough, innit?" Eggsy said, swiping the fob and grinning as he approached the elevator. The thought of seeing you had turned the exhaustion he felt into something more content, something happy.

"I suppose," Harry said as Eggsy pressed the button. The doors promptly opened and in Eggsy stepped, pressing the button for your floor and shaking his head as though to focus. "Are you staying at a hotel?"

"Only decent one we could find doesn't allow pets," Eggsy said. "We're going to drive thirty minutes back around so that he can stay at a pet hotel, I think. Bit of extra work, but he'll be happy with the hordes of attention he'll get. I'll be happy because--it's not like opportunities like this come often."

Despite the fact that he couldn't see him, Eggsy knew that the expression Harry wore was a sad smile on the other end of the phone line.

"Have you proposed yet?"

"I'm working on it," Eggsy said as the elevator doors opened. He stepped into the hallway and approached your door, grabbing his keys from his pocket. "Just bought the ring yesterday. The secret of it might bloody well eat me alive, Harry."

Harry laughed halfheartedly. "You have a good night, Eggsy."

"You too, mate," and the call was done.

Eggsy put his key into the lock and turned, sighing with relief and pressing his head against the door as it opened slightly. It didn't take him long to hear the sound of JBs claws scraping against the floor and your gentle discipline, telling him to wait until Eggsy had gotten a foot through the door to bide for his attention.

Eggsy laughed and proceeded inward, heart heavy with how happy he felt.

A day later, it was six, you'd just ordered McDonalds to your hotel room and the hotel mini fridge was full of ten pounds of apples from the time you and Eggsy had spent picking them while JB found his soulmate in a pug owned by a couple in their sixties.

Eggsy had just gotten out of the shower where you'd showered beforehand, and you were sitting in the chair that had been placed by the window, using it for what seemed to be it's purpose as you read something.

Eggsy said nothing, leaning slightly against the door frame in his Kingsman sweatpants and a baggier shirt that smelled a little like you, indicating you'd stolen it in recent, then washed it and sprayed it with some of the scent you liked before placing it in one of the clean clothes baskets that Eggsy would later sort and fold.

You were reading a book, and Eggsy was looking at you, and it just--everything kind of just hit him.

He'd bought the ring. He could've proposed to you right then if it really, truly seemed like the right time as he always kept it in one of his pockets. He could've proposed at the apple orchard but it just didn't seem like the right time then.

All that Eggsy could think of was that first time you'd met in the coffeeshop. You'd bumped into him while taking a step back, and you'd chatted, and he'd made you laugh and it felt like it was perfect.

Four years gone, four of the best years he'd experienced, and he found himself leaning against a bathroom door frame and looking at you, and it just--woah.

"This is going to seem so random," he said, one hand idly going to his pocket, where he'd slipped the ring out of what had managed to become a habit after only three days. "But it just--we've been together for four years now, and it's all kind of just hitting me."

You turned to look at him, grinning as your gaze met his.

"Yeah?" You asked. "What is it?"

"I never thought that--well--you see, I'm not really known for my smarts," Eggsy sighed. "Roxy and Merlin and Harry--and, well, everyone, realistically--would make a case for the fact that I don't really know much at all, but I do know that I know you."

You were looking at him like he was the love of your life. Eggsy knew that you were his without a doubt in his mind.

"I never thought that when you bumped into me, we'd find ourselves here. I never thought that I would be using one of the only weekends off I've gotten since I started working for the Kingsmen to propose to you in some hotel, but this where we are and I am so grateful for it."

You stood, approached him. Eggsy pulled the ring out of his pocket and presented it to you, shoulders shaking in silent laughter. Harry, the guy who had a love for romantics somewhere deep down, was going to kill him for proposing in the hotel rather than at the orchard.

"I never thought you'd happen to me," Eggsy said. "Seriously. I didn't, and I don't know how I've managed to get so lucky but I am so happy I have."

"You realize that marrying me means your stuck with me forever, right?" You asked, pressing a quick peck to his lips. "Like, no escape. In sickness and in health, in every single moment where I choose to annoy you because it's funny, in every single time you come home from a mission at seven in the morning because the mission ran long or you got called in late, and discover I've made brownies or butter tarts or peanut butter cookies. You're stuck with me even then."

"I never thought you'd happen to me," Eggsy said again. "So yeah. I realize it means I'll be stuck with you when you annoy me and that it means I'll come home to brownies, or butter tarts, or peanut butter cookies. I realize it means I'll be stuck with you when we're both drunk and we can't stop laughing. In sickness and in health, Y/N. Sunny days, and the rainy ones, too."

Eggsy loved you so much and often found that it was impossible to put it into words.

"Will you marry me?" He asked.

"I'd be an idiot not to," you grinned.

Eggsy slipped the ring onto your finger and made a note to call Harry before the two of you went to bed as your arms wrapped around his shoulders, his around your waist, and the two of you hugged.

You couldn't believe your luck, and Eggsy couldn't believe his.

#eggsy unwin #eggsy unwin x reader #kingsman #kingsman: the secret service #kingsman: the golden circle

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cityzenshark · 2 months ago

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Security Protocols slight fix-it excerpt

Firsts to Grow Up: Family, 16 - Race for Safety

Author's note:

Without any mention of the incident with Tarantulas, Twitch's behaviour in that episode feels out of place. Aside from that, we never saw Bee train the Terrans for the rest of part B, everyone is chill despite the fact that they almost become orphans, and most importantly, GHOST's reason for hunting down Bee is very loose a reason. Show writers' attempt to make them Cemetery Wind 2.0 does not work at all. And no, GHOST in this AU won't be like Cemetery Wind, but more as NEST 2.0.

One week after the incident with Tarantulas, Twitch grows frustrated that she and her Terran siblings hadn’t had combat training in a while. All they’ve done is education and Bumblebee keeps testing their top speeds with his.

Thrash tells Twitch to relax and have fun as he, Hashtag and Bee lined up at the starting line. Nightshade is in the air with a camera on the three while Jawbreaker manages the timer. The moment their teacher speeds off, Twitch attacks Thrash in hopes he would spar with her. He repels her attacks in surprise, yelling at her to stop. Twitch doesn’t listen then takes her energy blades out. Bumblebee intervenes in time before she could charge at her twin. The triplets freeze in shock as they feel fury boiling from Twitch that overwhelms Thrash’s fear in the link.

Twitch insists she’s spar training. Bumblebee tells her she’s assaulting because Thrash didn’t agree to fight her. He orders her to cool off in the bunker. Twitch storms off, muttering angrily, ticking Thrash off. He follows her to talk some sense into her. Hashtag and Nightshade follow suit, worried that their things might get damaged by Twitch. Jawbreaker wants to race with ‘Bee but the latter says it won’t be fair. In truth, JB doesn’t want to be near Twitch & Thrash when they quarrel. Bumblebee coaxes him when rain clouds form and the two collect the equipment and return to the barn together.

Once Jawbreaker enters the bunker, an alarm blares and a heavy reinforced door suddenly shuts behind him, leaving Bumblebee outside.

Nightshade cries out in celebration, “Eurika!”, and checks the security cameras.

Thrash asks when did the farm had cameras.

Hashtag and Nightshade reply together, “Last night.”

Schloder arrives at the farmhouse. Robby and Mo are at the living room doing homework while their parents are napping upstairs. A loud transformation noise catches the vice warden’s attention. He doesn’t wait for their parents as he heads towards the barn.

Bumblebee sees Schloder approaching through the cracks in the barn’s walls. He tries to open the bunker door, but it doesn’t budge, then he frantically climbs up to the hay shelf right before Schloder arrives at the open entrance. The wood creaks under Bee’s weight. Schloder is about to look up when Dorothy calls out his name, saying he’s intruding as she closes the barn door. Bee carefully climbs down and heads for the still shut bunker door.

“Kids, let me in! Now!” he whispers at the Cybertronian-sized doorbell urgently. The Terrans doesn’t hear him because the speaker on the other side hasn’t been installed yet.

Schloder apologises for intruding then informs the family about Bumblebee being on GHOST’s wanted list for running away during the events of the Autobot friendly fire. It was recently added after their agents found new evidence about Bumblebee’s status at racing tracks across the nation – confirming that he didn’t die in the war’s final battle. Schloder searches for Bee himself to hopefully converse with him because Warden Croft will throw Bee into a cell without a second thought. He thinks “Alex’s” sports car had been scanned by Bumblebee and intends to bring him to the office for questioning. To play along, Alex agrees to follow Schloder. After watching Alex leave with Schloder, Dorothy marches to the barn with the teenagers behind her.

“Bumblebee! We need to talk about your pastime activities. And why aren’t you in the bunker?”

“The door won’t open.”

Dot calls the bunker with its old connecting phone in the barn. Nightshade gleefully picks it up and boasts about the newly installed security systems he and Hashtag had installed by themselves. Dorothy asks if either of them had asked Wheeljack for guidance to which they didn’t. Nightshade confidently says the door will open in ten minutes only for Thrash to point out the timer actually reads ten hours.

Nightshade tries to unlock the door manually, but the codes are rejected. Hashtag mentions a second entryway they haven’t finish digging up yet, to which Dot tells her to stop digging because it would end up right under the house, scolding them both for not informing her or their father about the systems. The tall triplets look at each other sheepishly.

Dot tells Robby to use her old military laptop to decode the systems then tells Mo to contact Wheeljack while she presses Bee to explain himself.

Bumblebee is searching for a Decepticon friend after he was told by Arcee a few weeks back that the friend likely spends time racing at small racing tracks. Bee found him at the track GHOST is observing. Dot worries Bee might get caught or have to be nomadic again, leaving the Terrans’ without their mentor. Bee insists now that GHOST is tracking him, he has to, or else suspicion will fall to the Maltos – risking the Terrans’ existence being exposed. He apologizes to Dot for breaking his promise. Dot contemplates for a moment then gets an idea.

In the bunker, Twitch rambles angrily how her Terran siblings might be able to help Bumblebee if they hadn’t gotten stuck. Thrash finds her words unbelievable as Twitch have been rebelling their teacher ever since he scolded her for nearly shooting at a cow a few days back. Twitch rolls her eyes in response, stunning the triplets and further angers Thrash.

“You don’t care that you almost killed a cow or that you attacked me? What is with you today?!”

“Me? What’s wrong with you? – the four of you! Don’t you guys want to be stronger after what happened with Tarantulas? We could’ve saved Mom and Dad from him faster. I could’ve saved Mom and Dad faster! I’m the swiftest, I have weapons on me, but I still couldn’t stop him from almost taking Mom and Dad away! You guys have been playing and doing quizzes over and over as if Tarantulas never happened. I can’t even sleep it off! I can’t believe you guys are over it so quickly!!”

Feeling guilty and hurt, Nightshade feigns ignorance of Twitch’s outburst by pretending to be busy with decoding; Jawbreaker and Hashtag look down in shame. Thrash calmly tells Twitch that none of them are “over” the incident. They’re just distracting themselves from the uneasiness. Plus, Wheeljack and Bee were told by their parents to take things easy because they know the children are shaken up. He sits down beside Twitch, puts an arm around her shoulders. Her rigid body loosens a little at her twin’s touch, yet the anger lingers.

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kellyvela · 1 year ago

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did u see that now on the jonas fan circles, and their similar interests, people are spreading/acting like the divorce is because sophie is a cheater? even some t**lor sw*f* fans are spreading it as well, saying she is their JA that she used JJ and cheated on him 🙄 as if JJ hadn't been mentioned of partying with early 20s girls and cheating on sophie for years before

Hello anon 👋

I don't care what the jb stans say, they are as stupid and willfully blind as targies.

Everyone is free to think what seems best to them, BUT the thing is, IF Sophie cheated jj with Perry as those people claim, then why Perry's ex girlfriend Olympia still follows Sophie on instagram, the woman that supposedly stole her man???

Perry and his ex break up was only made public mid September 2023, but the rumors about their separation started way before (November 2022), especially in July 2023, when Olympia celebrated her 27th birthday in Tuscany, Italy, and Perry was notoriously absent.

Friends began whispering about the state of their relationship when property developer Perry was conspicuous by his absence at the Chelsea-based model's 27th birthday party in July. They have not been seen in public together since last November. For three consecutive summers, the couple holidayed together, but this year they went their separate ways. The Princess visited Italy and Greece with family and friends (...) Perry, meanwhile, spent his summer with pals in Cow Neck, New York state, as well as in Spain with family. He was also at the Burning Man festival in Nevada with a posse of attractive young women.

Actually, the rumors of cheating came from Olympia's part, since she was seen with some married with children TT chef that was kicked out of his home by his wife when the rumors erupted.

King Charles's goddaughter, 27, beamed as she made her way to the celebrity chef's car, in Notting Hill, just days after her ex-boyfriend Peregrine Pearson, spent time with Sophie Turner in Paris, where they were spotted kissing.

The wife of celebrity chef Thomas Straker has kicked him out of their marital home after being told he was in a romantic relationship with Princess Maria Olympia of Greece. Friends of Straker and his wife Davina who have two daughters aged four and two, said she was 'devastated' to be told of his infidelity in October.

I have seen those people claiming that Sophie and Perry were together since July 2023, since Sophie were in Tuscany, Italy, around July 2023 as well; but apparently they missed the fact that Sophie was there with jj (see the pictures), but Olympia was alone, without Perry, whose absence was conspicuous (see the pics and read article linked above).

So how were Sophie and Perry cheating, if Sophie was with jj in Italy, while Perry was with his family and friends in Spain and US???

Also, IF Sophie really cheated jj with Perry, then why Olympia's long time close friends like Ella Richards and Sascha von Bismarck, or George and Camilla Blandford, or even Rupert Gorst, to mention only some of them, are OK hanging out, travelling, partying and posting pictures of them all happy with Sophie, the woman that supposedly stole their friend's man?

Think about it.

Now, in addition to his well known awful reputation, over their 7 years together, there was a lot of rumors and blinds about jj being a serial cheater.

But not only that, while "sources" were claiming that jj has been caring for his daughters "alone" and "pretty much all of the time," there was a podcast about him living a single life in NY, clubbing till late hours:

Also, while there were headlines with jj saying that it was "too soon" for Sophie to date someone new, he was seen with more than one girl.

Look at this reddit post from November 6th 2023, about jj having a double date with a girl he met at some restaurant she works at:

Also, he was seen with this other girl in Seattle, around November 11th 2023:

And around December 2023, he was also seen with a redhead in Montreal:

And now jj is dating a model that got famous after starting a relationship with a 17 years old male model, while she was 28/29 years old, and they became parents soon after the male model turned 18 . . . . Sounds familiar??? 💀

A little update, it seems jj and new woman knew each other and were interacting a lot since before he started dating Sophie . . . .

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#anon asks #sophie turner #the rat and his stans can choke

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