#this was supposed to be longer but i need a break

[glorioustidalwavedefendor]

No where did I say it was okay to remain willfully ignorant and leave it at "I didn't learn that in school". You read that in in rather bad faith. I never implied that. I never said that. You created a straw man I never brought up and then shaded me in the comments for it.

That wasn't adressed at you

-> That's why I put it in the tags You really have to make a desicion, are teh tags to be considered part of teh conversation or not?

It's just the impression I got from hundrets of discussions and stories other people posted

That in certain parts of american culture, it is a point of pride to never admit that you don't know something

And to react real badly if someone uses "big words"

That knowing moer then other people is a mark of shame and you are supposed to at least pretend that you don't

And that's what my whole issue is

I am ALSO dyslexic and rely heavily on autocorrect for my own spelling.

That's not gonna cut it for me XD

Autocorrect is the FIRST of many many revisions XD, I was not joking with the 12 hours

By the time I get my first beta reader involved I already went over the whole catastrophie with autocorrect XD

It was not a snide remark at you, it was a personal example of growth I feel was taken in bad faith as an attack. Text is a notoriously bad medium for hearing tone as intended.

I thought the "XD" would have let you know that I did not take it as an attack

No matter how you meant it

But since you did bring it up, I took the liberty of adressing it.

Please correct me if I misread your entire two additions, I just feel like we both expressed the same sentiment. The same base opinion.

We DO have the same generall opinion,

But I think

And I don't mean that to brag

I have a slightly more nuanced take on it

Or if you prefer

For me it is THAT deep XD

Because for me context and intention are very importan in all things

as I said: For you saying: "Dude why do you care, what a grown ass man does with his dick?" is simply code swicthing

For me saying: "Dude why do you care, what a grown ass man does with his dick?" Is at the same time: -Code swicthing -giving up on the person -Talking down to them becasue I no longer see them as an equal who can be reasoned with, but a probem that needs to be handled

Funktionally we act indistingushable from each other

But it is the ... I don't realy know how to put it

Personall context? assosiation? connotation?

Something along those lines, where I have put way to much thought in to it XD

And also I have, simply for my own delight, connected it to the bigger picture of teh other peson who pointed out that:

a lot of conservative cultural sticking points right now are just slightly more advanced versions of what they believed as somewhat dull children

Although as we agreed

It is less children and more spoiled little brads

Becasue i fits so nicely in to the bigger picture

But because of assumptions made by one of us- both of us feel unheard.

As I said, you missunderstood what I meant wenn I said "talking down"

I just think if one IS INCAPABLE of breaking down 5 dollar words without making someone feel talked down to, or cannot avoid them in all casual conversation- it's not very helpful to anyone. Speak to your audience. Adapt to your audience.

I agree you need to talk to your audience

But my whole point was about people who sneer

And the thing is

Just becasue THEY feel talked down to doesn't mean, they actually ARE talked down to

I have been accused over and over again of talking down to people wenn I am just talking

Wenn I am just using "big words"

Wenn I am just talking about big concepts and topics etc ...

And so I no longer take people serious who imidiately think someone is out to humiliate them, simply becasue they are insecure

Becasue if I talk down to someone they will either never know

Or I will be extremely obvious and condesending Like that one person talking to her insurance That was gold XD

Using "big words" just measn I see you as my peer or at least a potential peer

I see you as worthy of my time becsue I am willing to take the time to explain what you don't understand But I also grant you the brain power to keep up with me -> Sometimes it's enough to get teh jist of a topic even if you dodn't undertand every word Wenn I got in to historicall fashion I just had to look up every second word It's hard But it gets easier, it's like learning a language ... it IS learning a language ... And while most of that learning was just me reading stuff, I honestly would have hated it if peope hadn't used the correct terminology Becasue to ME it means you do not consider me worth teh time to teach me.

I just also think sometimes we all need to slow down and ask ourselves "am I actually disagreeing with this person? Or do I just not like how they are talking to me right now?" Because the answer to the latter question is "Yes" far more often than people who are riled and might be reading in bad faith [in that moment] wanna admit.

Deffinitely

That was my whole point Sometimes peopel talk a certain way becasue that is just the way they talk

And it has nothing to do with talking down/looking down on the person they are talking to

So a good way to figue out if you are being talked down to is to just ask for clarification instead of jumping to assumptions

Becasue people have different signifiers for how they treat peopel they consider their equals Mine, is to treat them as my equals

#and asking passive aggressive rhetorical questions in the tags after I went out of my way not to be an asshole by ad homineming

SO am I supposed to read this as being adressed to me this time

Or am I supposed to treat this as you mumbling in to your *metaphorical* beard?

#please- reread this with a more open mind before responding to this addition. because we are not disagreeing. you are being condescending

I am not

But this IS exactly what I am talking about

The way I talk IS read as condesending by some people

If I was condesending to you

I would not have answered point by point

I would have just said:

This really IS the pissing on teh poor webside

And called it a day

But I do consider you worth my time <3

Becasue I don't easily produce walls of text

I don't know how other peopel do it

But I take a lot of time to answer

#tho. and I am not sure why I deserved being dragged when you were the one who came in hot-

I did not come in hot

If I do

You will notice :-)

#tho. and I am not sure why I deserved being dragged when you were the one who came in hot- and I tried to reapond honestly in good faith.#my original tags got dragged to the front of class because others agreed with them

Oh

second missunderstanding

I didn't even know those where yor tags

I thought you where a completely different party

I have no idea how I would know those are your tags

And it wasn't really adressed you/the person whos tags those where since I had no idea if teh person would ever even see those tags

To me it was a bigger conversation

About

a) this trend that as stated I have seen in a lo of places that admitting you don't know something is apparently shamefull/the resulting demand that people dum down their conversations

b) the demand people change they way they talk, even if that is simply the way they talk becasue someone felt talked down to wether they where or not

c)

a lot of conservative cultural sticking points right now are just slightly more advanced versions of what they believed as somewhat dull children

-> Which was a new concept I had encountered that day and was still fresh at the back of my mind

#i am only responding because i was dragged to the front of class and someone took the opportunity to speak up against the point I made

Again, I really wasn't talking to the person in teh tags since again, I didn't know that was you and I didn't think the person would even ever see what I wrote

I only notice if someone disagrees/agrees with me if they reblog directly from me I never go in to the reblogs

And I do apologize if you felt attacked

Since again, I did not disagree with you, I disagree with people who sneer

However I will not apologize for teh way I talk

It is teh way I talk

If you feel talked down to, attacked etc. I am very sorry

But I have wasted to much time on trying to not sound condesending wenn I am simply talking and someone is always complaining so unless I have to, becasue someone has power over me, I will not change. It is simply the way I talk, same as the way my face looks is read by some people as arrogant I can't help it and I am tired of trying

That is just what my face looks like and it's just the way I talk and since I am trying to comunicate with you and not just handle you, this is all I have.

But you did some very good environmental storytelling here yourself

You felt condesended to, where no condesending was meant

Do you realyl think I would spend this much time just disagreeing with someone?

I correctly assumed this was a missunderstanding (although I only learned this time around how deep the misunderstanding went) and did my bets to clear it up

#and I am quite earnest my assertion of 'please correct me if i am wrong- but we seem to be agreeing on principles just not on wording'

See above <3

I am gratefull that you did take the time to talk to me even though you felt hurt by me

I did not mean to hurt you, or "drag you in front of the class"

Have a nice day <3

Listen, I'm having fun playing with the ultra patriotic voice, but after a couple years in blue-collar landscaping jobs, you really do need to phrase things like that.

"I'm pretty sure that fella ain't here legally."

"Well, that ain't your business Chip, it's his."

They hate being preached to. If you pull out words like 'gender wage gap' they'll tell you you're brainwashed by the far left media.

"He's one of them transgenders."

"He got freedoms too, Jimmy."

[sapphicbb]

RIGHT HERE — paige bueckers

≋ pairing → p. bueckers x danceteammember!reader

≋ song → right here by justin bieber ft. drake

≋ warnings → fluff, angst, another situationship… sorry yall i can’t get enough!, background lore: exes turned friends turned situationship, mentions of sex (not smut), use of y/n, not edited sorry!!

≋ word count → 3.5k

≋ notes → if anyone is reading this i hope you enjoyoyy! oh also heads up all my stories are gonna be black and/or latina coded reader unless stated otherwise!! ngl this was supposed to be longer but I cut off the whole ending section sorry not my best work at allll … anywho love my wife pookie bear paige sm

your head on paige’s chest, her warm protective hold envoloped you as she watched you sleep. you looked so peaceful, which paige loved, because when you first came over to her dorm that evening you had looked the most stressed she had seen you in the past few months.

she was happy that she was still one of the few people you went to when you needed to decompress and vent about your day, as you were hers. she subconsciously drew light circles into your side as her eyes slowly blinked, fighting the craving for sleep that was overcoming her senses.

not long after her quiet snores were heard along with your light breathes. but of course this didn't last for long. almost fifteen minutes later, a repeating series of knocks were heard on the door. paige groaned and squeezed her eyes shut, ignoring the knocking.

“i know you hear me knocking.” kk’s voice was heard from the other side, causing your eyes to flutter open. your attempts to remove yourself from paige’s hold were unsuccessful as she pulled you in closer—if that was even possible.

“if we ignore her long enough she’ll go away.” paige whispered with her eyes still shut. you lightly laughed at her words. “paige that's mean, i’m gonna go say hi.” you tried to unlatch her arms from around your waist but she wouldn't budge. “no, stay here with me and go back to sleep.”

she pressed your head back against her chest, urging you to go back to sleep which made you laugh. “as much as i would love to keep sleeping on your boobs, i haven't seen kk since the last game.” paige sucked her teeth at your words and slightly opened her eyes to look down at your giddy smile.

“hey kk!” you loudly called out to the girl on the other side of the door. “oh shit, y/n’s here? hey y/n, girl!” she drew out, the smile on her face was evident in her voice. “wait a second, why y'all not answering the door? better not be up to no freaky deaky shit… y'all decent?” paige began to laugh, causing you to finally break from her hold and softly hit her shoulder.

“yeah, wait a minute.” you removed the covers from both of you and got off of the bed, but before you could fully begin moving towards the door, paige pulled you by the waist band of her pajama pants that you were wearing and turned you back around.

before you could say anything, she sat up and fixed your tank top that had ridden down. you thanked her before and proceeding to the door. “ah hell nah, y'all taking too lo-” you cut off the girl standing in front of the door when you opened it. “we were just taking a nap.” you explained while moving to hug the girl.

“well, i’m sorry for waking y'all up.” she stated, taking a minute to fake think before laughing. “i lied, i’m not even a little sorry.” you waved her off and moved back to paige’s bed, sitting down and watching the girl who welcomed herself in.

paige sat against the headboard, her gaze also on kk. “why'd you even come knocking?” the blonde questioned, hands folded against her torso. “i was thinking about going on a target run but didn't want to go alone.” she explained with a shrug, doing the chill guy stance.

you laughed and patted paige’s knee. “you should go with her.” she furrowed her brows, looking you up and down. “you’re not coming?” you shook your head and laid back.

“i’ve been meaning to chit chat with my cutie pie azzi.” you excused, stretching before turning your head to the blonde girl who was side eyeing you. “i’ll be waiting in the living room.” kk called out in a sing-song voice while leaving the room.

paige sighed and threw her legs over the side of the bed. “thank you for letting me vent to you.” you thanked her as you watched her get up from the bed and walk to her closet. “you know you don't gotta thank me for that. plus, my offer still stands.” you laughed at her remark and sat up.

it was almost immediately after dance practice ended that you texted paige and asked to come over. you had been crying and your face was all puffy, but you didn't care at that point. she's seen you look worse.

when you showed up, she instantly took you into a hug and brought you to her room where you the words just flowed out your mouth. today's practice was extra stressful and you felt that the dance captain, emily, was specifically picking on you all practice.

there was a section of a new dance the coach had just started teaching and before emily even fully learned it herself, she started picking at the little mistakes you made. that irritated you, but you let it be.

she kept on making sly indirect comments towards you, but you let it be. it wasn't until after practice when you were grabbing your duffle bag from the corner of the practice room when you heard her talk to the coach, trying to convince her that you needed to be kicked off the team.

that was when you felt your eyes glossing over. you knew you were a damn good dancer, maybe even one of the best on the team, but you also knew the power she had over the coach. her word was stronger than yours.

what also confused you was the fact that she hadn't acted like that towards you until about two weeks ago. paige offered to have her and the girls go jump the girl but you instantly declined. she then offered to just confront her for you, but you turned her down because you wanted to fight your own battles.

“thank you p, but it's still a no.” you replied, watching her skim through her closet to find a hoodie. “i’m just saying at the next game if i see her moving weirdly, i’m gonna say something. i know how you are and you're too nice to tell her all that she needs to hear.” paige casually stated with a shrug, grabbing a green hoodie from out of the closet and throwing it over her head.

you sighed and leaned back on your elbows. “paige, i’m serious, don't do anything.” your gaze followed her travelling figure until she stood in between your legs. “i’m serious, too. she can't just walk all over you like that.” she held serious, yet delicate, eye contact with a tone of finality in her voice.

you let out a dramatic sigh and broke eye contact as it got to strong. “yo, stop looking at me like that.” she let out a boisterous laugh at your words, loving the impact her simple eye contact had on you. “alright,” she hummed before continuing, “were continuing our nap when I get back. text me if you want anything.”

she leaned down, softly grabbing the back of your neck as she laid a few pecks on your smiling lips. you pulled her down for one last kiss, lasting a bit longer before playfully pushing her away. “okay, now go before kk gets bothered by how long you're taking.” you shooed her away, watching her slip on a pair of crocs and grab her keys and wallet with a goofy grin on her face.

she waved goodbye and exited the room. after a few seconds you hear the faint sound of kk saying “finally!” and let out a couple of laughs before getting off the bed. you slid on the slippers paige had for you when you would come over and left the room, making your way down the hall to azzi’s room.

you melodically knocked on the door, leaning back and forth as you waited for azzi to answer. “come in!” you faintly hear from the other side before opening the door. “hey, cutie pie.” you drew out with a smile, walking into the room and draping your arms around the girl who sat at her desk.

“boo bear!” she exclaimed with a smile as she hugged you back. the two of you have always called each other affectionate names like cutie pie and boo bear due to an inside joke.

you unraveled your arms around azzi before walking over to and falling backwards onto her bed, lightly kicking off your slippers. “when did you get here?” she asked, leaving the roblox obby she had been previously playing and giving you her full attention.

“a while ago, but i was with paige.” you explained, changing your position so that you were laying on your stomach, head propped atop your hands as you looked at the girl who twirled her chair in your direction. “oh? how’s that going?” she said with a sly smile, rolling her chair closer to her bed.

you let out a dramatic sigh and shifted your head onto one arm. “to be honest, it’s definitely… going! why? has she said anything to you?” you tried to be casual with your response, but the eager tone slipped through at the end.

“ice and i have been trying to get info from her but she's been so hard to read, so we were hoping to get something out of you…” azzi lengthened her words, lightly poking your cheek and watching you let out a groan.

you watched the curly haired girl get up from her chair and plop down on the bed next to you. “who does she think she is? the riddler? like we do basically almost everything we did when we were in a relationship, but we’re not back together…?” your brows furrowed as you felt yourself growing irritated with the girl who wasn't even present.

azzi rose a brow at your remark, almost instantly causing you to hold a hand up in her direction. “before you even say anything, no, we haven't had sex since we've broken up. she respects my rule and hasn't purposefully tried anything.” azzi let out an understanding hum and nodded.

when you and paige began getting “comfy” with one another again, you had set a rule—which you often found yourself regretting—of not having sex unless you guys get back together. there has been moments where the two of you almost succumbed to the desires, but one of you always pulled back.

when you had first told azzi and ice about the rule during a gossip sesh, ice called you boring for it and azzi said that it was a responsible thing to do. “at this point, just ask her out.” azzi declared, letting out a sigh of defeat at your immediate head shake.

“absolutely not. i was the one that asked her out when we were together and then she was the one who called things off. i will never be embarrassed like that again. if she doesn't ask me out, we’ll never get back together. i’ll just wait it out, i’m a very patient girl.” you retorted in a single breath watching azzi’s eyes roll.

“i’m going to have to smack some sense into the two of you if you guys don't get back together within the next month.” azzi sternly stated but the playfulness was visible within her eyes. you laughed at her comment and rolled on your back.

“oh, so you think i’m joking?” azzi followed up and crossed her arms. “no, not at all.” you quickly responded, wiping the smile off your face. azzi laughed at your switch up and patted your knee.

after a good twenty minutes of being lost in conversation, the two of you heard some knocks on the door. at this point, the two of yo were both laying on your backs, too comfortable to get up. “come in!” azzi called out, both of your eyes glued to the door.

an upside-down perspective of paige came into view as she walked through the doorframe. “i’m here to kidnap y/n for our scheduled sleep sesh.” she announced while walking closer to where you and azzi laid.

you groaned as you felt paige pull you up from the comfortable position you were in. she tapped her foot as she waited for you to fully stand up and put the slippers back on. after doing so she grabbed your hand and led you to the door.

“if you get bored from hanging out with miss snooze fest, you know where to find me!” azzi called out with a teasing smile as she saw paige roll her eyes. “azzi, shut up!” she said in response, causing you to laugh.

“ladies, ladies, there's enough of me to go around.” paige side eyed you as soon as the words escaped your mouth, fully pulling you out of the room and closing the door behind you.

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you angled your phone to capture you and two of your teammates in a pre-game selfie, each one of you posing with one of your white poms. after taking a couple of pictures, a notification from paige popped up at the top of your phone.

you quickly brought your phone down, but not fast enough for your teammates not to see. “oh my god, finally!” you heard one of them, deborah, exclaim, turning to see both of them with wide smiles on their faces.

“we needed the two of you to get back together.” the other one, taylor, followed up with an overdramatized sigh of relief, holding a hand to her heart. you shook your head at their silliness, “we’re not back together.” you turned down their claims, earning dismissive waves.

“whatever you say but your girl wanted to see you before the game.” deborah sang, slightly shaking your shoulders as a smile teased at the corner of your lips. “yeah, and you better go up to her before emily makes a move.” taylor urged with her deadly gaze locked on the girl approaching a certain blonde baller across the hall.

“oh hell no.” deborah looked between your facial expression, which wasn’t expressing much, and the scene at the end of the hall before moving to charge towards them. taylor grabbed her after she took a couple steps and put her behind the two of you.

“y/n, you better go see whats going on over there before deb does it for you.” taylor informed with raised eyebrows, keeping an arm around deborah who was mad for you. you sucked your teeth and put a hand on your hip.

“trust me, emily is not a threat… if there was anything to be threatened.” you promptly followed up with as you watched the smiles slide onto their faces. “okay, period, loving this security in your relationship. but you know how emily is. she won't stop until she gets what she wants.” taylor spoke as you drifted your gaze back over to the two women across the hall.

you ran your tongue against your bottom lip, thinking over your options on what to do in that moment. “i guess it wouldn't hurt to go see whats going on. i mean technically paige wanted me over there anyways.” your two teammates quietly cheered, deborah hopping and taylor clapping.

you playfully shushed them and gave taylor your pom to hold before walking down what seemed to be the longest hallway. once you got closer you could more vividly see paige’s bored facial expression and emily’s hand reaching towards the girl’s arm.

you could almost laugh at the scene, quickening your step until you were right next to the pair. “hey, paige, emily.” you made your presence known, illiciting a genuine smile and a look of relief from paige, but a look of disdain and a feigned smile from emily.

“y/n, hey!” emily dragged out with an eeringly fake bubbily voice, bringing you into a tight hug. you hesitantly hugged back, taking the opportunity to side eye paige who was trying to discretely hide her amused smile behind her hand.

“paige and i were just having a private chat…” she added after you pulled away, her hand moving to touch paige’s arm but the girl simultaneously moved it away, rubbing the back of her neck.

you swallowed the laugh down and moved your gaze between their faces. “don't know about ‘private’, but yeah emma was just talking to me.” paige reworded, purposefully getting the girl’s name wrong.

you couldn't restrain the small curl at the corner of your lips, seeing how emily’s eye slightly twitched at paige’s words. she tried to play it off with a chirpy giggle and run a hand through her hair. “emily, you mean?” you asked paige with a feigned expression of confusion. you knew exactly what she was doing and she knew it.

“emma, emily, whatever is fine.” emily brushed it off, faintly narrowing her eyes as she began to turn toward you. “y/n… are you ready for today? i know how you can get.” she put a hand on your arm, offering a look of concern that the naked eye would believe was genuine but anyone with context would know was fake.

“never been more ready.” you offered her a sickly sweet smile, placing your hand on top of hers that laid on your arm before removing it. “yeah, she got it.” paige affirmed with a toothy smile, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and pulling you into her side.

emily’s smile dimmed as her gaze flickered to paige’s arm wrapped around your shoulder. “cute. didn't know the two of you were… close again.” she shifted her weight onto her other foot, making an effort to keep her poker face.

“mhm, yeah. oh, emily! i think i heard coach was looking for you…” you smoothly lied, causing her to stand up straight. “thanks, i guess i’ll go look for her.” she thanked you before trailing her eyes to paige.

“bye paige, good luck today.” she gave the blonde a sweet smile accompanied by a flirtatious wave, twirling on her feet before walking back down the hall she came from. paige took no time to lead you around the corner into an empty room.

“bye paige, good luck today.” you teased with a smile, resulting in the blonde playfully rolling her eyes and letting out a chuckle. “see how I held back?” she smartly questioned with a brow raise.

you endearingly rolled your eyes and placed yourself in front of the girl. “thank you for that. i know that took a lot in you.” she hummed, crossing her arms and nodding at your words.

“but i promise you, if it even looks like she's disrespecting you at today's game…” she took a moment to comfortably wrap her arms around you. “i know, p. i know.” you saw the way she searched your eyes for any signs of doubt in her innuendo.

“all the dots connected, though.” you informed, watching the confused look that formed on the girl’s face. “she wants you bad.” you enunciate with a shrug, pointing out the obvious. “she told you that?” paige rose her eyebrows in amusement at your claim.

“she didn't have to, it’s so obvious. that's why she's been dogging on me at practice.” you explained, earning a slow nod from paige. “she’s been doing all that just for me not to like her back. insane…” paige drew out with a shoulder shaking laugh.

you let out a small laugh and shook your head. “mhm, and why is that?” you pried, holding eye contact with paige as she slowly swung the two of you side to side. “other than her being a bitch? i got my eye on someone else.” she disclosed with a guileful smile, her gaze flickering down to your lips.

“oh, really?” she hummed a confirmation at your follow up question. “lucky, lucky girl.” the sound of your phone vibrating disrupting the brewing tension that filled the room. with a loud sigh, paige unraveled her arms around you, allowing you to check your phone.

a text from taylor displayed on the notification hub, informing you that your coach was calling for the whole team. “ i gotta go. meet afterwards?” you questioned and paige immediately agreed.

“duh, of course. you better cheer extra loud for me too.” playfully side eyed as you made your way towards the door. “i’ll think about it. drop a calm twenty for me?” you replied with your hand on the handle.

“i was gonna drop twenty regardless, but i guess i could do that for you.” paige feigned a nonchalant tone, grinning at how you blew her a kiss before fully exciting the room.

once the door fully closed she shook her head, the smile still evident as she wiped her hands down her face. its safe to say she dropped twenty-seven points for you.

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[fear-less]

₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 there'll be happiness after you

paring: remus lupin x f!reader x secret marauder

➥ in which, remus breaks up with you and one of his friends (who secretly liked you before you and remus had even gotten together) helps you move on with the break up.

warnings: angst, happy ending, prolly tons of errors..oops, semi rushed, idk what else:3

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It was a chilly evening at Hogwarts. The grounds had begun to fall silent as the last few students trickled inside for dinner. You were supposed to be in the Great Hall with your friends, but something had pulled you to the lake instead. The stillness of the water reflected the state of your mind—unsettled, confused, and too tangled to make sense of.

You perched at the edge of the lake, your feet dangling just above the surface. The cool breeze tugged at your hair, but you barely noticed. The ache in your chest was louder than the wind, and every time you tried to distract yourself, your thoughts would return to him: Remus Lupin.

You used to feel so certain about him, about the future the two of you could build together. But now? Now it all seemed so far away, as though it had never really existed. You closed your eyes, allowing the tears to pool behind your eyelids before they fell. Remus had walked away, and in doing so, he had taken with him a part of you. His words echoed in your mind, sharp and bitter: “I’m not good enough for you. You deserve someone who can give you a future.”

You had argued, of course. You’d told him you didn’t care about his past or the darkness that followed him, that you loved him for him—for all of him. But his fears had won, as they always had.

You hadn’t expected to feel so empty.

The day Remus had told you it was over, you felt like you were watching the most beautiful thing you’d ever known slip away in slow motion. The setting sun cast long shadows in the Gryffindor common room as you sat together on the couch, the space between you palpable.

“Y/N, please understand,” Remus had pleaded, his voice soft but firm. “I love you more than I can say, but I can’t keep asking you to love someone like me.”

His words had struck you like a blow to the chest. Your heart had started racing, and your hands had trembled in your lap. “Remus, what do you mean? I want this—us—so badly.”

He had sighed, running a hand through his disheveled brown hair. “I can’t be what you need. I won’t let you waste your life with someone who’s broken.”

You hadn’t been able to stop the tears from falling. “You’re not broken. You’re just... you. I don’t need someone perfect.”

But he had only shaken his head, his eyes filled with regret. “I can’t be the person you deserve. You deserve someone who can be with you, without fear, without secrets. You deserve someone who can love you without hurting you.”

In that moment, something in you had shattered. The love you had felt so sure of—the love you had given him so completely—wasn’t enough to keep him from running. And as you watched him walk away, you felt something break inside you, something that hadn’t been fixed since.

The next few weeks were a blur. You still went to classes, you still spent time with your friends, but everything felt off. Every time you saw Remus, your heart would flutter, only to crash when you remembered that things were different now. He no longer looked at you like he used to, with the warmth and affection you had once seen in his eyes.

And you? You were pretending, trying to fit in with a world that felt too bright, too loud. Your thoughts kept drifting to the past, to all the memories you had built with him, and every time, the hollow ache in your chest grew stronger.

One evening, as you found yourself alone on the grounds again, your thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Y/N?”

You glanced up to see James Potter walking toward you. His usual confidence was tempered by the concern in his eyes. “Hey, what’s going on? You’ve been... off lately.”

You offered a faint smile, shrugging. “Just tired, I guess. A lot on my mind.”

James sat beside you, his long legs extending in front of him as he stared at the lake, not pressing you for an answer. It wasn’t that James didn’t know what had happened—it was obvious to everyone—but he never pushed. He just was there.

“You know,” James said casually, breaking the silence, “there’s this little thing called ‘talking about it.’” His tone was teasing, but there was a softness underneath that made your heart ache a little.

“I don’t really know where to start,” you admitted, looking at your hands. “I... I just feel like I gave everything, and now I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

James turned his head to look at you, his brow furrowing. “You’re still you. You’re just a little lost right now.”

You blinked, surprised at his insight. “How do you know?”

James shrugged, a half-smile tugging at his lips. “I don’t know. You just have that look about you. Like you’re carrying something heavy. But you don’t have to carry it alone, Y/N.”

You swallowed, unsure of how to respond. His words, his kindness, made something stir inside of you. It wasn’t love—not yet—but it was something else. Something that felt safe.

“I think I’ve been pretending a little too much,” you said softly. “I’ve been trying to act like I’m fine, but I’m really not.”

James met your gaze, his expression genuine. “It’s okay to not be fine, you know? You don’t have to put on a brave face all the time.”

For the first time in weeks, you felt the tears you’d been holding back threaten to spill over. But James didn’t pull away. He didn’t rush to comfort you, either. He just stayed beside you, steady and calm.

The days passed, and you spent more time with James. It wasn’t romantic at first, not in the way you’d imagined falling for someone. It wasn’t instant sparks and overwhelming chemistry—it was easy, familiar, and comforting.

James never pushed. He let you come to him when you were ready. He’d show up with a cup of tea when you were studying late in the library, or crack a joke when you looked like you were spiraling into your own head. Slowly, you began to feel the tightness in your chest loosen. It wasn’t a fix—it wasn’t a cure—but it was a start.

One evening, as the two of you sat outside on the Quidditch pitch, the cool breeze whipping through your hair, James spoke up.

“You know, I think you’re allowed to feel angry about it all. About Remus.”

You stiffened, surprised. “I don’t want to be angry.”

“I’m not saying you should stay angry forever,” James replied gently. “But you’ve been through a lot. And sometimes, it’s okay to be angry before you can move on.”

You looked at him, his expression open and understanding. It was a rare thing—someone who didn’t shy away from your pain, someone who let you feel what you needed to feel. “I guess you’re right.”

James reaches over and nudges you with his elbow, a teasing glint in his eyes. “You know, you don’t have to do this alone. I’m here, even if you just need someone to listen.”

There was a warmth in his words that made something stir inside of you, something both comforting and unfamiliar. You weren’t sure if it was love yet—but it was a quiet understanding. A connection.

The crisp evening air was filled with the sound of cheers as Gryffindor’s Quidditch team celebrated their victory. James was at the center of the group, his eyes sparkling with excitement, but you found yourself watching him from the sidelines. You hadn’t realized how much time had passed since you last looked at him like this—really looked at him.

The glow of the setting sun reflected off the Quidditch pitch, casting long shadows across the field, and in that moment, something inside you stirred. It wasn’t love—not yet—but it was something more than what you’d ever expected.

James had always been there for you—since the breakup with Remus, since the pain that had felt endless. He never pushed, never tried to fill the empty space that Remus had left. Instead, he simply stayed by your side, offering comfort in small, quiet ways. And over time, you had come to realize that the man standing before you was someone you could trust. Someone you didn’t have to try so hard to impress. Someone who understood without words.

When the last of the cheering died down, James broke away from his teammates, scanning the crowd for you. As his eyes found yours, a smile spread across his face. It was an effortless, warm smile—the kind that made your heart flutter without warning.

"Hey," he said as he jogged up to you, his cheeks flushed from the game, his dark hair sticking out in all directions. "We did it! Did you see that last goal?"

You laughed softly, standing up from where you had been sitting on the stone bench. "I saw it. You were brilliant as always."

He grinned, brushing a hand through his messy hair. "What can I say? I'm a natural." Then his expression softened slightly, and he looked at you more seriously. "But seriously, I’m glad you were here to watch. Means a lot to me."

Something about his words—simple, genuine—struck a chord in you. Your heart swelled, and for the first time in months, the pain you’d carried around seemed to subside, just for a moment.

"I’m glad to be here too, James," you replied, your voice quieter than usual.

James tilted his head slightly, studying you with those warm, brown eyes of his. The playfulness of earlier had faded, replaced by something softer. "Are you okay? You’ve been distant lately. More than usual."

You hesitated. It was easy to say you were fine, but lately, you had begun to realize just how much you had been holding back. The grief. The confusion. The old feelings for Remus that you were still trying to untangle.

"I think... I think I’m starting to be," you said slowly. "Not all the way there, but I’m getting there."

James gave you a half-smile, the kind that showed he wasn’t quite buying it, but he didn’t push further. Instead, he stepped a little closer, his presence warm and steady beside you.

"I’m glad," he said, his voice low. "I’m really glad."

You looked up at him then, and there was something about the way he was looking at you—his face open, without any pretense—that made something inside you click. You didn’t have to force yourself to feel something. With James, you simply were. No expectations, no pressure.

"I didn’t expect this," you murmured, feeling a little embarrassed but also strangely relieved. "You’ve always been there for me, James. Even when I didn’t think I deserved it."

He shook his head, smiling as though it was the most natural thing in the world. "You don’t have to deserve it, Y/N. You’re my friend. And I... I care about you more than you know."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. There was no fanfare, no grand gestures, but in that moment, his honesty was enough.

"You’ve been so patient with me," you whispered, almost to yourself, "and I don’t know what I’d have done without you."

James didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stepped closer, his shoulder brushing yours as he gazed at the distant horizon. The silence between you felt comfortable, not awkward. And when he finally spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper.

"I’ve always had a soft spot for you, Y/N," he confessed, his tone lighter but carrying an honesty you hadn’t expected. "I know you’ve been through a lot. And I’m not trying to replace Remus or anything. I just..." He paused, his voice growing more serious. "I just want you to know that I’m here for you. Whatever that means."

The sincerity in his words made your chest tighten. You didn’t know exactly what it meant either, but something was shifting. And for the first time in a long time, you felt a glimmer of hope that maybe—just maybe—you could start something new. A chapter you hadn’t anticipated, but one that felt right all the same.

Before you could say anything more, James turned to face you, his hand moving as though to catch your eye. "I don’t know what the future holds, Y/N," he said, his voice softer now, "but I want to find out with you. Even if it’s just one step at a time."

You swallowed, feeling an unexpected surge of emotion. All the walls you’d built up in your heart were starting to crumble, piece by piece, and in their place was something both terrifying and beautiful.

"I think I’m ready to take that step," you whispered, meeting his gaze.

James’ face broke into a smile that felt brighter than any Quidditch victory. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you replied, the word tasting like a promise. Not just to him, but to yourself as well.

In the weeks that followed, things changed between you and James—but in the way that felt comfortable, not rushed. There was no sudden confession of love, no dramatic gesture that marked the shift. It was a slow burn, built on late-night conversations, stolen glances, and quiet moments spent together.

James continued to be your rock, but now, there was something else there too—an undercurrent of something more. You caught him looking at you a little longer than before, his smile lingering in a way that made your heartbeat a little faster. And though you still carried the remnants of your past with Remus, you began to see James in a new light, as someone who could help you heal, someone who wasn’t afraid to be patient with you as you learned to love yourself again.

One evening, after studying late in the library, James walked you back to the common room. The firelight flickered from the hearth, casting warm shadows on the stone walls.

"I’m proud of you, you know," he said suddenly, his voice low. "For how far you’ve come."

You looked up at him, surprised by the sincerity in his words. "Proud of me?" you repeated, a small smile forming on your lips. "For what?"

"For letting go of the past," he said, meeting your eyes. "For letting yourself heal. It’s not easy, Y/N. But you’ve been strong through it all."

Your heart swelled at his words. No one had ever said anything like that to you before—not like that. It wasn’t pity or sympathy, but admiration. And it made you feel... seen.

"Thank you, James," you whispered, your voice catching in your throat.

James didn’t say anything for a moment, just gazing at you with an expression that made your stomach flutter. And then, without another word, he took your hand in his. It wasn’t grand or overdramatic, but it felt significant—like the first step toward something new. Something you hadn’t even known you needed until now.

"Let’s keep walking," he said softly, squeezing your hand gently.

And you did. One step at a time.

[scoupsakakitty]

The Edge of Us | idol!S.coups x reader | angst, fluff

It was nearing 1 a.m., and the apartment was shrouded in a tense, almost oppressive silence. Choi Seungcheol sat on the couch, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. He stared at the app on his screen, the small dot marking y/n’s location at an unfamiliar address in the city.

For weeks, his life had revolved around the comeback—early mornings, late nights, endless rehearsals. He barely came home except to sleep, and even then, their moments together were fleeting. He hated it, but he’d told himself she understood. She always had.

Now, though, as he sat in the dark apartment, his chest tightened with unease. She hadn’t mentioned going out tonight. She hadn’t answered any of his calls.

His thumb hovered over her number again before he let out a frustrated sigh, grabbed his jacket, and left the apartment.

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The drive was short but tense, his mind running wild with thoughts. He wasn’t proud of tracking her location, but the nagging fear in his gut outweighed any guilt. She hadn’t told him where she was going. Why? Was she angry? Trying to avoid him?

When he arrived, he parked a few houses down and stared at the modest, warmly lit home. His jaw clenched as scenarios filled his head. Was she with someone else? Was this the beginning of the end he’d been too afraid to face?

He dialed her number again, his heart pounding when she finally picked up.

“Seungcheol?” she answered, her voice laced with confusion.

“I’m outside,” he said curtly. “Come out.”

There was a pause. “What do you mean, you’re outside?”

“I mean, I’m outside. At this random house you’re at,” he said, his frustration bleeding through his words. “Come out. Now.”

Another pause, this one longer. Then a heavy sigh. “You can’t be serious.”

“Dead serious.”

The line went dead, and a minute later, the front door opened. Y/n stepped out, visibly annoyed, her arms crossed as she walked toward his car. She climbed into the passenger seat, shutting the door harder than necessary.

“Explain,” she demanded, glaring at him.

“Where were you?” he shot back, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.

“At my friend’s house,” she said, her tone defensive. “Why are you even here, Seungcheol? Why couldn’t you just trust me?”

“You didn’t tell me you were going anywhere,” he said, his voice low and sharp. “You didn’t answer my calls. What was I supposed to think?”

“You were supposed to think that maybe I needed a break,” she snapped. “Or maybe you’d realize that I’ve been sitting at home alone for weeks while you’re too busy to even notice me!”

Her words hit him like a punch to the gut, but he didn’t let it show. “You could have still told me,” he said, his voice rising. “Instead, you sneak off and leave me to figure out where you are through your location? Do you even understand how worried I was?”

“Worried?” she repeated, laughing bitterly. “No, Seungcheol. You weren’t worried. You were paranoid. There’s a difference.”

The car fell into heavy silence as her words lingered between them.

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When they got back to the apartment, the argument picked up right where it left off.

“You think I haven’t noticed how distant you’ve been?” she said, pacing the living room, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. “For weeks, it’s been nothing but your comeback. You leave before I’m awake, you come home after I’m asleep, and when you’re here, it’s like I don’t even exist!”

“I’ve been working, Y/n,” he said, his voice strained. “I’m doing this for us. For our future.”

“No,” she said, her voice shaking. “You’re doing this for you. Don’t pretend this is about me when I haven’t even been part of your life lately.”

“That’s not fair,” he argued, his frustration mounting. “You knew what you were signing up for when we got together. You knew how demanding my job is.”

“And I’ve been nothing but supportive!” she shot back, her voice cracking. “But I’m human, Seungcheol. I have limits. I can only take so much before I start feeling like I don’t matter to you anymore.”

His chest tightened at her words, and for a moment, his mask of frustration cracked. “You do matter,” he said quietly, his voice trembling. “You matter more than anything.”

“Then why don’t you act like it?” she whispered, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why is it that the only time you care is when you think I’m slipping away?”

Her words cut deeper than she knew, slicing through the fear and guilt he’d been carrying for weeks.

“I’m scared, okay?” he admitted, his voice breaking. “I’m scared that one day you’ll realize I’m not enough for you. That you’ll leave because I’m too busy or too selfish or too—” He stopped himself, his throat tight with emotion.

Y/n’s anger softened slightly, but the hurt in her eyes didn’t fade. “Seungcheol, you’re not losing me because of your job. You’re losing me because you don’t let me in anymore. I can handle the late nights and the busy schedules, but I can’t handle feeling like I’m not a part of your life.”

He stared at her, his heart aching with regret, but he didn’t know what to say.

“I can’t do this right now,” she said finally, her voice small and tired. “I need space. Sleep on the couch tonight.”

She turned and walked into the bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind her.

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The couch felt like punishment, but Seungcheol knew he deserved it. Sleep was impossible as he replayed their argument in his head, her words haunting him.

When the clock struck 3 a.m., he couldn’t take it anymore. Quietly, he got up and slipped into the bedroom.

Y/n was asleep, curled up on her side. The soft rise and fall of her breathing was the only sound in the room. He crawled into bed carefully, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I’m sorry for shutting you out. For making you feel like you’re not enough. You’re everything to me, Y/n. Please don’t leave me. I’ll do better. I’ll make this right.”

She stirred slightly but didn’t wake, leaning instinctively into his touch. He pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder, his heart aching with guilt and love.

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The next morning, Y/n woke to the smell of coffee. She rubbed her eyes and sat up, surprised to find the bed empty.

When she walked into the kitchen, she saw Seungcheol standing at the counter, a plate of eggs and toast waiting for her. He looked up when he heard her, his expression filled with nervous hope.

“Good morning,” he said softly.

“Morning,” she replied cautiously.

“I took the day off,” he said, fidgeting slightly. “I thought we could spend it together. If you want to.”

She crossed her arms, studying him. “Why now?”

“Because you’re right,” he admitted, his voice raw. “I’ve been so focused on work that I haven’t been there for you. And I hate that I made you feel like you weren’t a priority. You are, Y/n. You’re the most important thing in my life.”

Her eyes softened, and after a moment, she let out a small sigh. “I missed you, Seungcheol. I just need you to let me in.”

“I will,” he promised, stepping closer. “I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.”

She hesitated, then reached out to take his hand. “Okay.”

Relief washed over his face, and he pulled her into a tight embrace. For the first time in weeks, the distance between them felt like it was finally starting to close.

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[forestshadow-wolf]

Don't be brash. Don't be flashy. And don't show off.

That's what Price explicitly told soap before he went in. It was a crude operation. An illegal cage fight organization that was a front for making off the books deals. They had been monitoring an HVT for months, he comes around for one night every couple weeks. Intel says he's supposed to be here tonight.

And now soap's here. And it's been a long night. With more still ahead of him.

In the not so hindsight it wasn't so weird to send him in. He used to get into only too many fights before Ghost held his collar, and even more so before Price leashed him. He could spar Ghost on the mats for hours on end. So it was quite befitting to have him locked in a fight cage circling with beasts bigger than Ghost, and crowds louder than a circus.

As he circled a monster of a man broader than him, taller than him, meaner looking than him, he felt it almost reminiscent of the first time he met price. His hair too, longer than it should have been. Overconfident but with fire to spare. Only last time ended with a dislocated knee and fractured patella, and Price was telling him he'd take care of him if he could only pull his head out of his ass. And this time Price had let him off his leash as he sidestepped the blow that would have put him on the ground, and was swinging bloody fists into flesh. The bell dinged as his opponent fell.

His fists were bloody, his face was bleeding, his ribs were bruised, and sweat had his hair flopping on his forehead, but the crowd cheered louder as he leaned against the chains caging him in. And Ghost came up beside him as they cleaned his dome and went in search of another contestant.

"Price and Gaz have eyes on the HVT. How much you got left in you?" He didn't flinch when Ghost came up from his blindspot.

"How long do you need?" He muttered, not looking at the man.

"Make it an hour and I give you a reward. Hour and a half and I'll make it better."

Oh?

How soap did love a good treat.

"Break a glass when you want me to throw." It would pain him deep in his soul to throw the match, but probably not as much as the blow to take him out.

---

He had no idea how long I'd been, he'd stopped keeping track a long time ago. Stopped noticing faces. But he must've pummled half a dozen men, at some point between talking to Ghost and they following fight, he'd accrued a group of challengers.

He was facing a big bloke, but hardly the biggest. Long since had the burn set into his muscles, but adrenaline dulled his aches to the buzz of excitement.

A crash and a commotion outside the cage.

That's his cue. He threw a right hook, too it clow in the redraw. It was good contact, but hardly the best. His opponent feigned an obvious left and he compensated, but only just too slow. It rattled his brain, and disorientation made him too slow to block the blows to his ribs. He let himself go down after that.

The bell dinged, and he made no attempt to push the assists off him as they dragged him out of the cage.

Ghost took him under the shoulder, and helped him through the pulsing, dizzying crowd. People were touching him, screaming, slapping him on the back. He collected his spoils, but they needed to get out. They had the package, and he was going to crash soon.

His eye was starting to swell shut, blood smeared his face, his knuckles were split and ugly, his ribs, arms, legs were all turning with bruises. The adrenaline trickled from his system and the colors and sprains and breaks began to throb and ache. He let Ghost take more of his weight the further they got.

[becausebuckley]

michelle's buddie fic recs: week 50!

another lovely round of fics for you all <3 full disclosure i did not double check this with my masterlist of recs so while i doubt it, it's possible that i've recced some of these before... i guess that could just be a sign that they're extra good lol.

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading! some might also contain spoilers for season 8.

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

75 best knitting puns that will have you hooked | iphigenias/@oatflatwhite | 4.1k | GA

Buck—Buck is knitting. Eddie blinks, rubs his eyes. Yeah, Buck is knitting: thick fingers a little clumsy as Bobby shows him how to purl stitch with a soft-looking ball of pink ombre wool.  softest most domestic little fic <3

all the lights are coming on | sharpbutsoft/@sharpbutsoft | 1.2k | GA

What good is having a key to your best friend’s house if you can’t use it to spread a little holiday magic? spreading the holiday magic <3<3 this was everything i needed and wanted and i love it so very much

any other bodily sense | kiwiibiird/@buckevanley | 10.2k | GA

Post-s2 sickfic. Buck is stuck with a broke leg and a bad cold. Maddie and Eddie help him out. forehead kisses and maddie and buddie and hurt/comfort... literally what else could a girl (me) need? the answer is nothing because this fic is everything!!

born with a weak heart | foxwatson/@eddiediazes | 7.5k | T

the one where eddie won't touch buck once he wakes up in the hospital, and buck goes absolutely bonkers bananas about it. is it truly a michelle rec list if there's no touch-starved fic on there? i don't think it is lol. i've reread this several times now and it's just the absolute loveliest <3

don't break | odysseus_calls | 2.4k | T

5 times the 118 is tired of Buck and Eddie acting like a couple, and the time they find out they've been dating the whole time. i LOVE hijinks and shenanigans <3 this captures them so perfectly!!

hooker | mansikka | 3.9k | T

When Eddie's life turns to hell, he turns to hooking. Crochet hooking. i've been attempting to crochet again (made a little cat today!) and it's only half because i want to be cool and crafty and half because people make it sound so cool and crafty in fics. anyway point is this was brilliant and so eddie and i loved it v v much!!

i sleep so i can see you ('cause i hate to wait so long) | turquoiseviolet/@turquoisevioiet | 25.7k | T

eddie’s not sleeping and buck’s worried. after all, he’s supposed to be the one who fixes everything, isn’t he? platonic cuddling! homoerotic friendship! getting together! if buddie fic had a bingo card, this would tick all of the boxes <3 so good!!

loves a game, wanna play? | 42hrb/@exhuastedpigeon | 57.5k | M

In the aftermath of Chris leaving for the summer, Buck convinces Eddie they should apply for Love Island together. okay so admittedly all my big plans to read my marked for later list this week failed miserably, cause this is the only fic from there that i actually read... on the other hand, what a brilliant one it is!! it's so funny and so good and i loved the social media elements in there. also, maya and maria <3

sub drop city, population: eddie diaz | peaktotheocean/@peaktotheocean | 4k | T

It takes Eddie longer than he cares to admit to realize that Buck has been giving him aftercare on the sly. i'm such a sucker for aftercare and this has SUCH a lovely buddie dynamic <3

swinging there, in the corner of our haven | anti_romantic_cherub | 1.6k | GA

Eddie bought Buck a hammock, and now he's reaping the rewards (Buck napping in his backyard). buck napping in eddie's backyard <3 such a lovely image and this is executed so so well, i love it!!

the city is a jungle and i'm a beast | putanauhere/@putanauhere | 42.8k | M

Eddie has enough on his plate this summer – a newly empty nest, a terrible new captain, and a new mustache – without adding a new werewolf to the mix. the most fascinating werewolf au <3 i love the buddie dynamic here and how they approach the werewolfism with such different attitudes. so good!!

toss up | saucerfulofsins/@saucerfulofsins | 3.5k | E

Eddie is caught browsing bad gay porn, and Buck takes it upon himself to show Eddie the good stuff. most glorious brilliant fic concept to ever fic <3 this is fantastic!!

trivial pursuit of love | niemi | 6.2k | T

Buck attends Tommy’s trivia night with Eddie, his newfound feelings for his best friend bottled up and ready to burst. As it turns out, he’s not the only one with a secret. buddie at trivia night!! i loved this fic so much, it was a real highlight on a rainy morning bus ride <3

weaving in our loose ends | PretentiousSwanQueen/@hotcinnamonsunset | 8.6k | T

Eddie is a knitter with the Loose Ends Project and he's assigned to finish the project of a loved one of Buck's. the gasp i let out when i realised what buck's project is... gorgeous fic!!

white sheets, you and me start to lay close | effervescentwolf/@effervescentwolf | 1.5k | T

He thinks of his empty bed at home, and his chest feels tight. It’s just that—it’s okay if it’s Buck. He can let Buck catch him. give me all the bed-sharing fics, please and thank you <3 this is one of the best uses of the trope i've seen in a long time, it's so lovely <3

[sequinsandfins]

winter warmers day 15: roleplay | Carlos/Oscar | rated e | 626 words

Oscar is slightly nervous when he knocks on the office door of his Spanish Professor.

“¡Entrar!”

Oscar opens the door and feels his heart rate begin to pick up. Professor Sainz isn’t behind his desk like Oscar expected, instead he’s leaning against the front of it, a heavy book open in his hands. He’s standing right in front of the chair Oscar is expected to sit down in.

“Sorry, er, Lo siento,” Oscar says in a terrible accent.

“Mr Piastri,” Carlos Professor Sainz says and motions for Oscar to sit in the seat right in front of him.

Oscar inhales deeply as he slides into the seat, the Professor is barely half a metre away from him, and Oscar has a direct line of sight to the shape of his dick, outlined by the fabric of his pants.

“Sorry, I uh, I think I might have failed my last test? You sent me a message to come see you about it?”

Oscar tries to keep his thoughts on what he’s supposed to be saying, and not the fact that his mouth is starting to water with the idea of getting Carlos inside.

“Mmm yes, I remember. I’m sorry, I think I may have some bad news.” Carlos shuts the book and straightens up, his dick now closer to Oscar’s face. Oscar tries to maintain eye contact but his hands twitch, wanting to touch.

“I don’t think you’re going to pass my class Mr Piastri.” Carlos is watching him closely and Oscar isn't going to give him the satisfaction of breaking. He instead gasps in shock.

“No, please. I need to pass this class, I’ll do anything, please just tell me what I can do?” Oscar lets his eyes flick down to the now noticeable bulge Carlos is sporting and then back to meet Carlos’ gaze. He smirks.

“Anything?” Carlos takes a step closer to Oscar, he maintains eye contact.

“Anything, sir,” Oscar says, breathy as he leans forward and lets his nose brush against Carlos’ cock.

“Mierda, Oscar…”

“Yes sir?” Oscar’s not going to be the one who offers, he wants Carlos to beg.

“Por favor…”

“You want me to touch you?”

“Your mouth,” Carlos cards one of his hands through Oscar’s hair, ruffling it up.

“And then you’ll change my grade? I’ll pass the class?” Oscar says, mouthing the words against Carlos’ trapped cock.

“Sí, I’ll say you passed an oral exam instead.” Carlos says and Oscar snorts, even as his hands have moved to free Carlos from the tight confines of his pants and underwear.

Oscar doesn’t wait any longer, he’s quick to get Carlos out and sucks the tip of his cock into his mouth.

Carlos groans as he thrusts into Oscar’s mouth slightly. Oscar can feel himself getting hard. Carlos moans as Oscar flicks his tongue around the tip before he swallows as much as he can, lips sealing around the thick cock.

“Fuck, Oscar, I…” Carlos hauls Oscar up and kisses him. Carlos’s hands find their way to Oscar’s own erection and Oscar gasps into his mouth as Carlos squeezes him gently.

“You don’t want my mouth?” Oscar asks between kisses.

“No cariño, I want to fuck you.”

Oscar wants that too but.

“Carlos?” He says pulling back.

“Sí?”

“As much as I love this little, hot for teacher idea, I really want to ride you, in our bed.”

Carlos groans and pulls Oscar in for a kiss, “Sí mi amor,” he’s happy to abandon this little role play, almost, “But why don’t you show me just how desperately you want a passing grade?”

Oscar rolls his eyes but drags Carlos towards their bedroom, he’ll show him.

Carlos ends up rewarding Oscar some extra credit, for the effort he puts in.

[ok555ficideas]

This is a fragment of a fake/pretend relationship Buddie fic that I will post on Christmas as a gift to my partner (thank god they are not on tumblr so I can post this here). This was supposed to be them just innocently practice kissing and instead they decided to fuck against a wall

Practice makes pe-”

Buck didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence because Eddie’s body seemed to have had enough. His mind was screaming at him to get away and laugh it off, but his lips had other ideas. And what a glorious idea it was.

Kissing Buck was like coming home. It was like taking a deep breath after being underwater for too long or like stretching your legs after a long flight. It was calm and soft and so fuckking gentle Eddie couldn’t bear it. He needed to be closer. He needed to feel every inch of Buck. He needed to crawl right under his skin and never leave.

He let out a quiet whimper and that seemed to convey his message because the next thing he knew the control was being ripped right out of his hands. Buck spun them around to pushed Eddie against the neerset wall and the kiss became the farthest thing from gentle.

It became hungry and passionate. It stopped feeling like just coming home and started to feel like welcoming someone back after a lifetime of not seeing each other. Buck kissed him like he wanted to devour him and Eddie would gladly let him. He gave himself up completely. He parted his lips at the first touch of Buck’s tongue. He let Buck lick into his mouth and explore every inch. He couldn't breath and was on the verge of passing out, but if losing his consciousness was the price he had to pay to kiss Buck even a second longer he would gladly sacrifice himself.

He couldn’t break the kiss because what if this was the only chance he got. What if after this kiss he would never get to taste Buck again. He had to savour it. He had to grab Buck’s curls and tug to ground himself in the moment and never let go of the memory.

Buck was the first to pull away and this time Eddie couldn’t suppress the whine. He was quickly silenced by Buck’s mouth latching onto his neck, but he didn’t stay silent for long. Without Buck’s lips against his, all of the sounds he was making were echoing through the otherwise silent room. He was reduced to a moaning mess and if not for the broad body holding him up against the wall he would surely no longer stay standing.

When all of a sudden his feet lost contact with the floor, he thought that he finally lost his balance. But instead of landing on the ground he ended up with his legs wrapped around Buck’s middle. The sound that escaped him was something that he wasn’t proud of, but before he had a chance to get embarrassed Buck’s lips were back on his.

Buck’s hands traveled up and instead of holding on the back of his thighs they landed on his ass and squeezed. Eddie’s hips hitched forward and his clothed bulge made contact with Buck’s. They both let out a moan at the contact and for a moment the world around them froze.

Buck pulled his face back to look into Eddie’s eyes, but still didn’t drop him to the floor. Eddie tightened his grip on Buck to try and keep him as close as possible for at least a second longer. This was about to end so Eddie had to soak up as much of Buck’s proximity and warmth as he could.

Buck’s gaze was traveling all over his face. It looked like he was searching for something. He finally settled back on Eddie’s eyes and gently, almost like he was afraid, his hips lifted up to grind against Eddie in a small thrust. Eddie’s breath caught in his throat and his mouth hang open. He was so sure that Buck was going to pull away that he wasn’t ready for the glorious friction.

Buck’s eyes were dead focused on his face, but Eddie couldn’t hold his gaze any longer. Whatever was happening here he was going to enjoy it. He didn’t know what exactly Buck was looking for in his face, but he hoped it was just to make sure that Eddie was okay with what they were doing so he started nodding his head in earnest. He didn’t trust his voice to speak, so he hoped with everything that he got that it would be enough.

As soon as he started nodding his head he was rewarded with a faster pace of Buck’s hips and those magnificent lips that he was dreaming off every night ever since he realized he was gay, were latching onto his neck once again. Buck sucked on Eddie’s pulse point like he wanted to leave a mark that would never fade away. Eddie wished it wouldn’t. He wanted to wear Buck’s mark for the rest of his life. He wanted to be his and only his and for everyone to know it.

After Buck was done with sucking a hickey onto the side of his neck, he put a gentle kiss against it and Eddie felt like crying. He could handle the passion and the desperation. He could handle Buck being attracted to him, but for the man to act like he loved him was too much.

He grabbed a fistfull of Buck’s hair and roughly hauled him up and into a kiss. There was nothing gentle or loving about it. Eddie kissed Buck like he wanted to destroy him and in a way that was exactly his goal. He wanted to destroy Buck for anyone else. He wanted to leave Buck with a taste of him so strong that he would never be able to forget it. He wanted everyone who would have the privilege of kissing the blonde from now on to taste Eddie as well.

Eddie bit Buck’s bottom lip and it earned him a delicious sound. Buck’s hips started to move faster and faster and Eddie wanted to get rid of the clothing that separated them, but that would be too much. He was afraid that if there was no barrier between them he would lose all composure. His brain to mouth filter would cease to exist and the words he was holding onto so tightly would spill out. He couldn’t let them do that. He had to keep it all in and let his body do the talking.

He braced his hands on Buck’s shoulders for a better leverage and started to grind his hips down as well. His clothed dick was rubbing against Buck’s belly and Eddie imagined what it would feel like to bite the soft skin. His ass was rutting against Buck’s impressive length and Eddie felt the shudder running all over his body at the thought of what it would feel like filling him up. He would let Buck do anything he wanted to him. Take him in whatever way he desired, but on the occasions that he let his thoughts run that far he was imagining Buck underneath him.

He imagined Buck sitting on Eddie’s couch, completely blissed out as Eddie rode him to oblivion. Buck loved towering over people, but something told him that he wouldn’t mind looking up at him. He would grab his hair and tug it a little just to hear Buck moan.

A sharp bite to his Adam apple brought him back to his current situation and he couldn’t believe he wasted his precious time with Buck on daydreaming about him. He focused back on grinding against the other man and regretted how close he already was. Buck was right there with him if the slightly shattered and less controlled movements of his hips were anything to go by.

Eddie wanted to slow them down and make them last longer, but he knew he had already pushed his luck. He brought Buck into one last kiss that muffled their moans of blinding pleasure. They came at the same time, but their grinds didn't stop. They were still moving, now way slower than before and they were dancing on the edge of overstimulation, but neither of them were stopping. Eddie squeezed all of his limbs tighter around Buck’s body and one of Buck’s hands detached itself from Eddie’s ass and landed on his cheek, cupping it in a way that made Eddie’s head spin.

[gilbertscurls]

The backyard was a winter wonderland, blanketed in fresh snow that sparkled under the pale December sun. You were bundled up in layers, a thick scarf wrapped around your neck, and gloves that made your fingers clumsy. Matt was already crouched in the middle of the yard, patting snow into the base of what was supposed to be a snowman.

“Well, it’s a start,” you teased, watching as he stood and brushed his hands off, eyeing the lopsided pile of snow critically.

“Hey, you try rolling a perfect sphere,” he shot back with a grin. “Now come help me.”

You joined him, rolling a second ball of snow for the middle. It wasn’t perfect, but neither of you cared. By the time you stacked the three pieces together, the snowman was already tilting slightly to one side, giving it a look of perpetual confusion.

“Okay,” Matt said, stepping back to survey the work. “Now for the fun part.”

He ran inside, returning with a hodgepodge of items—an old scarf, a pair of sunglasses, a broomstick, and a handful of other random things.

“Is this... a spatula?” you asked, holding up the kitchen tool he’d grabbed.

“Snowmen need arms, right?” he replied, sticking the spatula into the side of the middle ball.

The two of you got to work, adding more and more ridiculous details. A beanie was perched crookedly on its head, with a pair of mismatched gloves stuck onto the ends of its “arms.” Instead of a carrot for a nose, Matt insisted on using a banana, which he declared was “much more modern.”

“Modern?” you repeated, trying not to laugh.

“Yeah, like an artistic interpretation. We’re breaking the mold here,” he said, planting the banana firmly in the snowman’s face.

When you suggested the snowman needed personality, Matt grabbed a stick and started carving a goofy smile across its face, complete with an exaggerated dimple on one side.

“Now it looks like it knows something we don’t,” you said, stepping back to admire the chaos.

“Good. A little mystery is always fun,” he replied, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

For the finishing touch, you tied a neon pink scarf around its neck while Matt stuck one of his old baseball caps on top of the beanie. The snowman looked utterly ridiculous—like a hodgepodge of bad decisions that somehow worked.

“What do we call it?” Matt asked, crossing his arms as he gazed at your creation.

You tapped your chin thoughtfully. “How about... Sir Bananas McFrost?”

He burst out laughing, nearly doubling over. “That’s perfect.”

As you both stood there, admiring your unorthodox masterpiece, Matt pulled you closer, his nose cold against your cheek as he pressed a kiss there. “I think we’ve officially made the most epic snowman of all time.”

“People might not understand it,” you said, grinning, “but that’s okay. It’s ours.”

“Exactly,” he said, his voice warm despite the chill. “Just like you’re mine.”

And with that, the two of you stayed outside a little longer, laughing and taking pictures of Sir Bananas McFrost as if he were a member of the family.

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[i-donthaveanygoodidea]

The creation of an angel

[bogkeep]

first week back at school and ahhhhhh everything is a little overwhelming currently

- my living space is full of boxes i have simply not had the energy to unpack at all.... hopefully this weekend (but i have also been invited to a Social Event so WE SHALL SEE)

- this school year is going to have So Much Important Stuff happening inbetween the many weeks of practice placement

- such as The Academic Text

- AND i need to finish the big project i was supposed to have finished ages ago

- our teacher this year speaks swedish with a very thick french accent and i speak norwegian with a dialect, we really struggle to understand one another but maybe hopefully that will change over time.... please...........

- i'm stressed about Stupid Bureaucracy Stuff

- and im so so sleepytired :(((

- and it's too humid and warm for comfort :(((((

AT LEAST I HAVE CUTE SOCKS

purchased in a distraught jetlag haze and subsidized by my travel insurance. they're my favourites now

[coffeeworldsasaki]

Day 2 of trying to recover from the state of panic that rage and overworking have reduced my body to. I guess I'm feeling slightly better, my chest hurts just a bit now

[meownotgood]

slowly starting to crash... very very tired... hopefully can... get through working this weekend.... and finally have a break...... (coughs and fucking dies)

[aroacesigma]

this is like . a genuine question because i really dont know . when it comes to teenage angst and all that , is it normal for your younger sibling to be physically incapable of going a single day without giving you a bitch face for asking them to help with the chore they just got told to help with (like . cleaning up the kitchen.) and then proceed to yell at you and make fun of you for asking more than once . like is this just the sort of thing that happens . every single day . because im not sure i can take this for another two years

[newtness532]

im going to have to start studying tomorrow