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epicbuddieficrecs · 3 months

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Weekly Recap | February 26th-March 3rd 2024

8 days!!!!! Only 8 days left!!!! Until then enjoy these fics!!

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doin' something unholy by BekkaChaos/ @bekkachaos (PWP, TikTok, Getting Together | 7K | Explicit): Eddie makes a tiktok account so he can monitor Chris' activity on the app, and he stumbles across Buck’s profile. It’s a lot of silly trends, a couple with Chris (previously Eddie approved), but when he scrolls to the newest video it’s one of those transition thirst traps and oh yeah, Eddie’s been sucked in, hard.

it’s the tapping on the kitchen’s floor by gayedmundodiaz (rose_megan)/ @gayedmundodiaz (Friends to Fiances | 1K | General): Eddie takes a shortcut to 'engaged' thanks to some stress and little bit of pining.

This Is No Hallmark Movie by gayedmundodiaz (rose_megan)/ @gayedmundodiaz (Hurt Buck, Getting Together | 4K | Teen): Buck's impromptu trip to the ICU has Eddie crash-landing into the realization that he's deeply, madly in love with his best friend.

You Are The One by gayedmundodiaz (rose_megan)/ @gayedmundodiaz (Getting Together | 3K | Teen): Eddie finds a drawing of Christopher's from school that sends his feelings careening off a cliff

cause you make life easy by gayedmundodiaz (rose_megan)/ @gayedmundodiaz (PWP, First Time | 2K | Explicit): Eddie and Buck are in love, and it’s so, so easy.

got love-struck, went straight to my head by heartbeatdiaz/ @loserdiaz (Future Fic, Established Buddie, Amnesia | 17K | Teen): The morning of their wedding day, Buck wakes up with amnesia.

too many heartbeats for one ribcage by lamardeuse/ @lamardeuse (Sexuality Crisis, Getting Together | 8K | Mature): Eddie's not queer.

Baby, I'm Never Gonna Leave You by I_still_dont_understand_13 (BTHBingo: Distress Call, Post-S6 | 12K | Mature): "Um... You remember that bracelet I bought Taylor?" Buck asked. Unfortunately, Eddie did. That Christmas was memorable... for all the wrong reasons. "Yeah. Why?" "It's been set off," he said, tilting his head like a confused puppy.

🔥 Ace of Hearts by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (Post-S6, Getting Together | 9K | Teen): "I've been wondering…" Maddie pauses, watches Buck make a face like he's bracing to be smacked. "What happened with Eddie? You two were dancing around it for so long, and then… what, it just didn't work out? Was the date really that bad?" She's expecting another wince, or even for him to duck out of the conversation entirely, but instead Buck is staring at her like she's grown a second head. "Maddie. I've never been on a date with Eddie." Or: the poker game was a date. It takes Buck a while to catch on, though.

🔥 I'm comin' back, don't let me go by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (Post-S6, Angst | 7K | General): Buck's post-lightning breakdown takes him on a drive through the country, fighting not to give into his dark thoughts - a phone call from Eddie might be all he needs to lead him back home.

We Were Never Meant To Be Someone's Secret by DeadlyChildArtemis / @aroeddiediaz (Madney Wedding, Secret Relationship | 3K | Explicit): Buck and Eddie have been trying to keep their new relationship secret until after Maddie and Chimney's wedding, but strange events keep conspiring to expose them before they're ready. The final straw is when they discover their hotel room at the venue only has one bed...

he speaks the languages of love by glorious_spoon (PWP, Established Buddie, Phone Sex | 4K | Explicit): "Buck. It's been almost two weeks since I've been able to get my hands on you. I'm going out of my mind. Yeah, I want you to tell me how you thought about bending me over the weight bench when I critiqued your gym selfies, or whatever." Or: while Eddie is out of town, he and Buck revisit an old fantasy of Buck's.

you were never meant to carry it on your own by artificalsirens/ @fortheloveofbuddie (Established Buddie, Hurt Buck, Smut | 5K | Explicit): During sex, Buck has a bad chronic pain flare up but wants to continue. Eddie stops him and takes care of him.

🔥 when you know, you know by asteriasera/ @asteriasera (Post-S6, Friends To Fiances | 11K | General): “How did you know you and Karen were ready to get married?” Hen blinks, clearly taken aback by the question. “I didn’t know you and Natalia were so serious.” “We’re not,” he blurts out, face red. “I’m not– I don’t even have a ring, and we haven’t really talked about it, but I was just curious. I mean, you should know since you two got married like, twice, right?” “That’s true.” Hen hums, then huffs out a laugh just the right amount of soft for this sweet pre-dawn moment. “As cheesy as it sounds, I guess that when you know, you know.” OR: After eight months of dating, Natalia begins dropping hints for their future together and Buck begins to question if this is what he really wants. One day later, a proposal is made in a kitchen over tiramisu

i'm thinking we should cross the line by chromatophorica/ @chromatophorica (Canon Divergent, Post-S2, Not Firefighter Buck | 12K | Teen): Following the ladder truck bombing, Buck can't return to firefighting, having to find new passions while maintaining his bonds with the 118. Enter Eddie Diaz, his replacement, and May's scheming takes hold. But that's fine; two can play that game.

i found love where it wasn't supposed to be by chromatophorica/ @chromatophorica (Season 2, Buck&Bobby | 12K | Teen): It’s not until the earthquake that Eddie figures it out. He’d be the same if Chris was there; probably a little more overbearing, but Chris is only seven, so he figures that’d be why. But it makes sense, how focused on Buck that Nash is right then, the similar frantic energy that Buck’s got focusing on the Captain. He’s a little surprised that the LAFD allow a father and son pair to work together OR: Eddie makes some assumptions when he joins the 118, he'd like the record to show he's not entirely wrong.

we can find shelter and peace by chromatophorica / @chromatophorica (Post-S2, 3K | Teen): Following Eddie's graduation from probie to firefighter, the gang talk about their graduations... Until they get to Buck.

like the peel clings to the pomegranate by fallingthorns/ @fallingthorns (Post-S6E10: In A Flash, Getting Together | 3K | Teen): Or, Buck recovers and doesn't quite realize what he means to others.

hey now, hey now by fallingthorns/ @fallingthorns (Canon Divergent, Post-S5E10: Wrapped In Red | 10K | Teen): Or, after returning to the 118, Eddie becomes a full-time paramedic and Ravi becomes Buck's partner. Eddie absolutely doesn't feel anything about that, not at all.

happy at home by fallingthorns/ @fallingthorns (Post-S5, Getting Together | 6K | Teen): Or, the one where Eddie sees Buck with a small kitten, realizes he’s in love, and spontaneously combusts, but not necessarily in that order.

we made it (knew that we would be alright) by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (S7 Spec, Buck&Maddie | <1K | General): Maddie asks Buck to walk her down the aisle.

this lovesick thing by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Post-S6, Getting Together | 4K | Teen): or, buck is buck: best friend, klutz, star of eddie’s every lovesick daydream. which is to say, things are the same, except maybe what eddie’s willing to ask for

Fractals from the Lightning Bolt by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (One Shots Collection | 52/54 | 95K | Not Rated): A collection of oneshots, some originally posted on tumblr. Each chapter is individually rated.

50. Happy Holidays to the Clown Car (Christmas | Teen) 51. Maybe We're All Sluts Here (PWP | Explicit)

My Worried Mind That You Quiet by giselleslash (Christopher POV, Getting Together | 3K | General): or, Buck and Eddie through Christopher's eyes.

send a flare up in the dark (and i'll come find you) by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (Post-S6, Getting Together | 7K | Teen): Buck and Natalia are hanging out at a bar, with Natalia watching in amusement as Buck pines. She gets distracted when Lucy shows up so Buck starts drunk texting Eddie and eventually Eddie comes to get Buck, but not before Buck accidentally confesses his feelings not realizing that Eddie is there. Did Buck just fuck up or do they both get everything they've ever wanted?

you are so gorgeous it makes me so mad by bellabrady (Post-S6, Getting Together | 5K | Not Rated): Or: Eddie is annoyed with Buck for being so very kissable but his drunk self isn't the best at phrasing things.

what to do when evan buckley breaks into your house at 3:17 in the morning by oklahoma/ @sunshinediaz (Getting Together | 3K | Teen): After a night out drinking with Maddie, Buck (kind of) breaks in to Eddie’s house.

Orange Peels & Coffee by bibuckleyforever/ @bibuckleyforever (Post-S6, Getting Together | 2K | General): Eddie finds out about the Orange Peel Theory and it leads to some important realizations.

some of it's just transcendental by fallingthorns/ @fallingthorns (Accidental Kissing, Getting Together | 2K | Teen): Buck smiles as Eddie leans in and presses a soft kiss to his lips, and Buck feels himself grinning further against his mouth and kissing back before Eddie pulls away, too soon and with that same soft smile on his lips. He eases the bags fully out of Buck’s arms and turns to head into the kitchen, and Buck watches him go with such a fond smile that he feels like he’s going to explode. And then he freezes and stares at Eddie’s retreating form, his heart constricting in his chest as his brain struggles to catch up with the events of the last twenty seconds. Because kissing? Is not something they have ever done before.

that green light, i want it by asteriasera / @asteriasera (Post-S6, One Night Stand, Getting Together | 11K | Mature): Buck and Eddie hook up after Maddie and Chim’s wedding, then spend an inordinate amount of time not talking about what it means until the universe decides to intervene.

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i got a bad desire, i'm on fire by diazbegins/ @evanbegins (PWP, Pet Play | 1/2 | 8K | Explicit): Or: Eddie finds that he wants Buck to treat him like a kitty. Buck can make that work.

if i need to rearrange my particles — i will for you. by dylaesthetics (Post-S6, Identity Porn | 6/11 | 22K | Teen): OR Buck joins a support app for first responders and matches with a firefighter who has PTSD and a kid who likes giraffes, apparently.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briar / @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon S1-S6, S7 Spec | 120/? | 362K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

🔥 Any Other Way by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, S2 | 4/18 | 25K | Mature): In a switcheroo alternate universe, Buck spends young adulthood in the military, while Eddie, who has no idea Christopher exists, spends his twenties messing around, finally enjoying freedom away from his family’s expectations. When they both end up in Los Angeles, at the 118, some things are different, and others will be the same in any universe.

🔥 because we'll all arrive in heaven alive by callmenewbie/ @puppyboybuckley (Post-S6, Disaster Fic | 7/9 | 51K | Explicit): During a search and rescue, Eddie disappears without a trace, leaving Buck to grapple with the sudden possibility of a life without him.

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buddierecs · 8 days

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mutual pining buddie recs

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ripples all the way down by: iriswests "christopher partakes in some parent trapping" word count: 57k important tags: jealous!evan buckley, jealous!eddie diaz, slow burn, miscommunication, happy ending little lies by: david3096 "chris tells a lie at school and now eddie and buck must give a talk about love and work pretending to be fiances." word count: 62k important tags: christopher diaz is national treasure, idiots in love, fake dating, miscommunication, fluff the dream you wish will come true by: woodchoc_magnum "in which christopher diaz cannot understand why his father would want to date his former teacher when evan buckley is right there." word count: 29k important tags: getting together, light angst, soft!eddie diaz sleeping arrangement by: staris2tired "after buck and eddie realize how easy it is to sleep through the night when they're sharing the same bed, they keep to this secret sleeping arrangement. too bad it's quite complicated to share a full sized bed with your best friend when you're both tall, touchy, and totally in love with each other." word count: 26k important tags: sharing a bed, friends to lovers, ptsd, soft!buddie, protective!evan buckley, light angst heart of flowers/heart of gold by elvensorceress "after nearly losing each other, buck and eddie find their way to each other and their family’s happily ever after." word count: 144k important tags: season 4, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, evan buckley takes care of eddie diaz, demisexual!eddie diaz, gun shot wounds let me roll it to you by: woodchoc_magnum "in which eddie starts dating ana and buck starts dating around; eddie does not cope that well with change, buck is oblivious and everyone else thinks they're a pair of idiots." word count: 22k important tags: angst, oblivious!evan buckley, jealous!eddie diaz, idiot in love the pain will leave you once it's done by: fruitsdoesnotknow "when daniel buckley lives a little longer, evan buckley dies a little more. and this is how eddie diaz saves him, a little later on" word count: 43k important tags: nurse!eddie diaz, christopher diaz is a national treasure, hurt/comfort, panic attacks, grief, slow burn, found family a reservoir in your eyes by: dylaesthetics "the buddie roommates fic where buck’s apartment burns down, christopher teaches him gen-z slang, and buck finally snaps." word count: 7k important tags: roommates, friends to lovers, getting together, dual pov, fluff, angst, touch-starved it's not the roaring dream, it's the silent lightning by: giselleslash "the one where buck is married to eddie in a coma dream and he doesn’t want to let the dream go." word count: 15k important tags: lighting strike/season 6, coma dream, love confession, hurt/comfort, team as family, soft!buddie, worried!eddie diaz, hurt!evan buckley my love, my life (series) by: lizzybizzyzzz "buck adopts a cat to help him cope with the after-effects of the lightning strike while eddie pines for him (and gains a furry enemy)" word count: 41k important tags: cat owners!buddie, getting together, first kiss, friends to lovers, love confessions you come back with gravity by foxwatson "the one where they're childhood friends, until buck moves away, and the only thing eddie diaz has ever really wanted is buck" word count: 15k important tags: mutual pining, slow burn, first kiss, first time

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honeybadgercomeback · 1 year

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Spotter

Summary: An overheard phone call leads to an invitation to spend the holidays with your gym buddy and usual spotter, Lance. But when he tells you just who he is and what his life is like, you decide that spending Hanukkah with people who like each other is so much better than anything else with your family.

Words: 4.5k

Warnings: Mentions of a semi toxic family situation, mentions of past relationships ending, mentions of cheating.

AN: Just as a warning, I’m not Jewish. I’ve done a lot of research to write this accurately, and if I made any mistakes please do let me know so I can fix it! For those who celebrate, Chag Sameach!

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“Yeah, Mom, I get it. I understand what you’re saying. Exactly, I wouldn’t want to look sad in the back of the photos. Just let me know when they’re sending RSVPs out. I’ll talk to you soon.” You stabbed at the red end call button, throwing your head back against the wall of the gym. This was great. Just great. Because three weeks before the holidays was exactly when you wanted to be uninvited from your family Christmas.

“You ok?” You turned to see Lance, the guy who shared your gym and spotted for you when you were doing weights standing down the hallway. The Canadian had become a friend since you’d started paying too much money for the gym in Monaco because your trainer worked out of there now.

“I’ll be fine. Just holiday planning.”

“I don’t know what Christmas is like, but from the movies and what friends have said it sounds stressful.” You raised an eyebrow and he elaborated. “I’m Jewish. I get the minor holiday that people compare to Christmas because of the time of year when the only real similarities are giving presents and eating chocolate.” You laughed and he smiled at your reaction.

“That sounds about right. I was on the phone to my mom, she politely advised that I skip Christmas at home this year. My sister’s bringing her fiance home for engagement photos. Apparently I’d be a ‘distraction’ because he was my college boyfriend.” You mimicked your mother’s accent, making Lance smile this time.

“So what’s your plan? Staying here for it?”

“At home in Nice, yeah. I’m going to get some wine, some cheese, and stay at home watching crappy movies. Are you doing anything nice? Heading home yourself?”

“Yeah, I’m going to Montreal. I’ll spend Hanukkah and New Years with my dad and sister. It’ll be fun, I think Chloe’s bringing her fiance who thankfully I have never dated because that would be awkward.”

“Want to get back to work?” He grinned and followed you to the free weights as you used your frustration to hit a personal best.

Three days later you were getting off the elliptical as a hand touched your shoulder. It made you jump as you turned to yell but Lance stood there in surprise, hands up apologetically.

“I called you, I’m sorry! I thought you’d heard me.” You pulled out your earbuds and he cringed at his mistake.

“It’s fine, it’s only you. What’s going on?”

“Come home with me for the holidays.”

You stared at him in shock, watching his expression closely. It felt like a joke.

“Doesn’t Hanukkah start in like a week? Plus flights to Canada? I can’t…” You trailed off and swallowed deeply as surprise and embarrassment took over your expression. “I really appreciate it, but I don’t think I can do it.”

“Look. When we finish working out can we get a coffee and talk? Please?”

Usually you’d say no, but you’d gotten to know and trust Lance over the past year. You couldn’t help but agree with him.

Once you’d changed and tied up your hair the two of you sat in a cafe people watching. The Christmas lights glowed on the dark night and it was beautiful to see the buildings lit in white. The two of you had ordered but Lance got his credit card to the cashier before you could, insisting he’d invited you out so he was paying.

“Offering means a lot but I’ll be fine, really. I know exactly what I’m going to do for the time I’m off.” You said after taking a sip. Lance shook his head and you realised it’d be a harder battle than you expected.

“I didn’t say anything because I figured you knew. It’s rare for me to be able to go anywhere, especially here, and people not know who I am. But you don’t. Remember how I told you I drive for a living?”

“Of course I do. What, do you drive horses or something instead of a car?”

“Try Formula One cars. Lance Stroll, driver for Aston Martin Formula One team at your table.” He held out his hand for a handshake as you looked at him.

“Seriously?”

“Completely.”

You listened as he explained what he did for a job, about who his family were and how it worked. You didn’t know a huge amount about that world and listened to everything.

“So you want me to come to Montreal with you for the holidays? Seriously? I…why?” You couldn’t understand why he wanted to spend time with you.

“You don’t treat me like other people do. You treat me like a person. I figure we’re friends, and I don’t want my friend to be home alone. It’s not fair on you to spend it by yourself.”

“Are you really sure?” He took your hand and squeezed once.

“I’m positive. I already told my dad I was inviting a friend to come with me. Chloe’ll be there with her fiance. It’ll be really nice to have someone there whose life doesn’t revolve around sports you need to wear protective equipment for. Scotty’s a snowboarder.” He quickly added the last sentence when you raised your eyebrow.

“I guess I’m going with you.”

You organised to work from home for the week before Christmas so you could go, and the morning of your flight you were packed and ready to go. Lance arrived at your apartment building in an SUV with a grin, taking your suitcase to put in the car before you could do it yourself. Instead of the usual terminal you flew out of he pulled up to a smaller building. The two of you went through quickly and got your passports checked before being directed to a tiny plane. It took a few moments for everything to hit you that you weren’t getting a flight to Paris and a connection.

“Lance. Seriously?” He smiled at your exasperated tone and pulled you to the quickly opening door.

“It was easier than trying to organise connections that worked. C’mon.”

You settled into the plush leather seat with a bottle of water in front of you as the pilot left the cockpit to fill you in on the flight plan and times. There’d be a stop off in Gander to clear passport control, but otherwise it was an easy flight. You let the news wash over you as you pulled out your work laptop to check the models you were working on.

“What’re you doing?” Lance asked once the plane was airborne, pulling out his own tablet to work.

“Carbon fibre designs. I work on aviation design and fuel burn, we’re looking at how it degrades over time and how long it can go without extra maintenance.”

“Want to see it snap at ridiculous speeds?” You smiled and he turned the tablet to show you a video of two cars colliding. One went up on its rear wheels and landed hard on the ground before continuing, but the other spun multiple times as the wheel rolled away. It was badly damaged and you stared at the debris on the roadway.

“That’s normal for Formula One?” You asked but Lance shook his head.

“It was my fault, I shouldn’t have over out the way I did. I was in the green car.”

It hit you what he did for a living and you shook your head, staring at the way so many cars had weaved around him to avoid hitting him.

“You’re crazy. Actually crazy.” He laughed and the two of you split an overly large sandwich, settling into doing your own work while you flew.

Landing in Gander was freezing. You were in a thick coat as the two of you ran off the plane through the snow flurries into the customs building. Your details were checked and everything was confirmed before they stamped your passport to let you through. While you were waiting to get back to the plane Lance’s name was called, two people running up to join you.

“We got a flight up here, figured we could hitch a ride the rest of the way? Scotty just finished his competition so we’re only getting in now.” The woman spoke, holding her hand out to you. “I’m Chloe, Lance’s sister. This is my fiance, Scotty. I heard the two of you are gym buddies? Please tell me you have gossip on Lance.”

The rest of the flight was fun, the four of you laughing and joking as Scotty showed you and Lance videos from his snowboarding contest. He was clearly talented and you both clapped at the podium video. But once you landed in Montreal your nerves started to get the best of you while you all made your way to a car. Lance again insisted on putting your case in and you sat on the back seat with Scotty as the heater ran for you.

Lance and Chloe had the front seats and you spent the drive looking out the window at the snowy vista surrounding you. Scotty squeezed your arm and you turned to him.

“It’ll be fine. Lawrence is really nice, I was terrified my first time here,” he murmured so the siblings couldn’t hear. You squeezed his arm in thanks without saying anything.

The house you arrived to was large, and Lance took your case in one of his hands as you all made it up the shovelled out drive. A tall man appeared as you made it inside, wrapping Lance and Chloe in a hug. He shook Scotty’s hand before holding it out for you to take.

“I’m Lawrence, Lance’s dad. It’s nice to meet you.” You shook it firmly while introducing yourself to him and getting a smile.

“Lance mentioned that you were coming with him, nobody should be alone at this time of year. We’re glad you could be here.”

It didn’t take long for you to be shown to a guest room and you put your bag away. Once you came downstairs it was almost dark, everyone gathered in the kitchen. You watched as the menorah in the middle of the table was lit and three prayers were said, nodding along the same way Scotty did. It was sweet to see and you felt included in it despite not understanding the words.

Once it was lit the five of you stayed in the kitchen, watching Chloe and Lawrence fry latkes and everyone shared stories about the year that had been. Lance taught you how to play dreidel with his arm around your shoulder as you spun the wooden toy. When it landed on gimel the table pushed the pile of chocolate over to you, making you laugh. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had so much fun at any kind of family event, or even if it had happened before. The days had work in the mornings before you and Lance exercised in the gym and in the evenings the menorah was lit and the five of you spent the evening together. You had been worried that it would be fussy and you’d be unwelcome, but instead it was calm and relaxing.

The morning of day four you were curled up in the living room with your laptop on your thighs as Lawrence came in.

“Busy day?” He asked and you smiled with a shrug.

“Just trying to work some aerodynamics out. We’re looking at making small changes to winglets for fifty to seventy seater planes to increase fuel efficiency and decrease emissions. But the financial gains are so minimal compared to the installation cost that a lot of companies aren’t interested.

“What exactly is it that you do?”

You went through the work you did on moulding carbon fibre for small passenger planes to improve how they flew and reduce emissions. Your job was to make sure that whatever you did was aerodynamically sound, and the most recent prototype you’d worked on had just been approved by the FAA and EASA for use in two of your biggest markets.

“You presented it to the regulators?” Lawrence fixed you with his gaze, interested in everything you were saying.

“I didn’t really have a choice, someone had to present and I know it best. But I enjoy the work and explaining it to people. There’s a lot that we can do to make little changes to improve the world.”

“That makes sense. Have you always worked on planes?”

“I used to work on trains too. My bachelors is in applied physics, and my masters is in aerodynamic engineering. I like working out how to make things work more efficiently and use less energy. Hence this, it’s the final slide I have to check for the year.”

“Then I should let you get back to it. I was going to order some pizzas for dinner tonight, does that work for you?” He smiled as he stood up and you smiled back in acceptance, your attention returning to if the mock up could be sent to the 3D printer so you could have a design prototype ready when you were back in January.

Things between you and Lance were shifting. It was strange, but it was good. At least you thought so. When the four of you sat and watched a movie he sat beside you on one couch as Chloe and Scotty sat on the other curled up together. The two of you moved closer to each other as the days went by until his arm started going around you to pull you to him. The first night it happened he held you tight as Die Hard played. You and Scotty had the argument about if it was a Christmas film while the Stroll siblings looked on and laughed at your antics. It was fun and there was near constant flirtation and you were terrified that if anything happened you’d have to leave early. But things were good and you wanted them to stay that way.

Which meant you should have known that everything would come careening down around you.

It was the morning of day six of Hanukkah and you stood outside with a coffee firmly clasped in your hands. The other three were having a snowball fight as you laughed but once Chloe threw one at you staying away was a lost cause as you jumped in. The four of you ran and laughed like kids until the loud tone of your cell ringing interrupted the shouts. You pulled it out and frowned, trudging back to the porch to answer it.

“Hey Mom.”

“Honey, when is your flight getting in? We’re at the airport and the one you’re usually on came and went but you didn’t arrive. Did you need to change to a later one?”

You checked your watch and shook your head, taking a sip of now cold coffee before you spoke.

“I’m not coming home. It’s like you asked, you didn’t want me interrupting the engagement photos and making a scene because my sister is marrying my ex boyfriend.”

“You should have known that wasn’t what we meant for you to do! It was that you should leave early instead of waiting until January. That was all.”

Your anger was rising and you just wanted to hang up, but you didn’t want to disturb everyone else. You didn’t realise that Lance had been listening in, and as soon as you said “mom” he was on his way over to you.

“Well you didn’t make that clear. I’m spending the holidays with friends and I’m happy. Your presents are in the mail, I paid extra so they should arrive on time. I’ll fly home in January to see people then.”

“What will people say? You need to be here or someone will make a comment about you not being here for family. You can’t—“

“Can’t what? Can’t tell my mother that I’m doing what she said I should do? Can’t come home for Christmas because you’re afraid I’m going to make a scene? Have to be invited to spend time with people so they don’t think I’m totally alone? Can’t see my childhood friends because I’m going to hear the “oh you poor thing” crap again and again? I’m doing what I need to do for myself. It’s not fair to act like I’m the one at fault here when I’m the one who brought someone home for Christmas one year and found him in bed with my sister! So if I can’t be there because you don’t want the stories or discussion then let me be where I can at least pretend I’m happy with people who like me for me.”

“Baby, are you coming back?” Lance called loudly from beside you which made you turn and look. Chloe and Scotty were just beside him and it was clear that they’d heard your mini rant. Lance winked and you decided to play along.

“Yeah, just let me finish this call!”

“Who’s there? Who are you with?” It was clear the unfamiliar accent had confused her.

“I’m with people I care about and who care about me. That’s what matters. I’ll call you Christmas Day.” You hung up the phone and leaned back before Lance put his arm around you and pulled you in for a hug.

“Everything ok?” He asked and you took a deep breath before shaking your head.

“She thought I was coming home after the last time we spoke. Because definitely, of course I’m coming home to see them. Of course.”

His arms tightened around you to hold you close as you leaned against him for a few moments. You felt his hand move your hair so he could whisper into your ear.

“I let them know the basics of what happened. I didn’t want to say everything, that’s your business, but they were worried.”

“Thank you.” You smiled up at him, his brown eyes sparkling and comforting. When the two of you separated Chloe and Scotty insisted on a hug before shepherding you inside out of the cold. Chloe began melting chocolate to make luscious hot chocolates for you all, laughing as Scotty and Lance both started worrying about what it would do to their meal plans. Everyone made you smile and you told stupid jokes as Lance showed some of what he called his stupidest race moments on YouTube to make you laugh.

That night the five of you were back in the kitchen to light another candle. Lance was the one who took control of lighting it and saying the prayer, the words washing over you again. Instead of just the menorah there was more prayers for the Sabbath and another candle lit. Lance murmured that they were mostly doing it because of Hanukkah but you just smiled and leaned in. There was more fun and laughter, playing games as everyone sat and enjoyed. Lance was glued to your side for the entire evening, his arm on your waist pulling you close. The dark blue sweater he wore was soft against you as you stayed glued to him, his hand on your hip as you said goodnight. The two of you ambled up to the bedrooms, Lance still holding onto you.

“This has been a lot of fun. Thanks for inviting me, Stroll.” You smiled up and watched the crinkles around his eyes deepen as he grinned back at you.

“Thanks for agreeing to come. You deserve some fun holidays, not just sitting around alone in your apartment.” The words were said so earnestly and the couple of glasses of wine you drank over the evening had lowered your inhibitions. After a few seconds of looking at him you reached up and pressed a kiss against his smile. But Lance didn’t respond so you stepped back, terrified you’d misread the signs.

You hadn’t and he pulled your body against his as he moved to kiss you properly. One of his hands cupped your cheek, holding you still as the two of you separated.”

“That isn’t why I asked you here at all, but I’m really glad we did that.”

You spent the night together, curled up in Lance’s bed as he explained each of the trophies that lined his childhood bedroom from his early years of carting. He explained what each one was from, giggling at the way you congratulated him for long ago victories. The night passed while you were talking and joking in a blanket cocoon you created together.

The final two days of Hanukkah were spent with the friends you’d made. Chloe taught you how to ski, giving you a spare pair of ski boots and helping you strap into the cross country torture devices. You took selfies and she took a video to send to Lance of you making your way across the frozen land. You looked utterly ridiculous but had a lot of fun. The biggest benefit was Lance massaging your sore calves that evening on the couch as Chloe stuck her feet in Scotty’s face encouraging him to do the same. Neither of you could stop giggling.

The last day was also Christmas Day, but you didn’t really care. Christmas had only ever been a seeing family holiday for you rather than a religious event, and you were more than happy to get to spend time with people who actually wanted to spend time with you. Now that the first kiss barrier had been broken Lance kept pulling you in for hugs and pushing kisses to the top of your head that you returned to his cheek. It was clear you were more than friends and Lawrence gave an approving nod.

That morning you were the first one up, calling your family for a thirty second call before making breakfast. Lawrence was the first one down as you pulled a waffle off the maker, surprising you when you turned around to see him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you, thank you for cooking. You didn’t need to.”

“It’s one of the traditions I always do at this time of year, a big breakfast for everyone. I hope you don’t mind.” You felt self conscious about it, it was his kitchen after all. Lance had told you it would be fine but you still weren’t sure.

“How can I mind coming down to food here for us? I heard movement as I was leaving my bedroom so everyone else will down soon. Thank you for this.”

“You’re welcome.”

It was quiet for a few minutes as you whisked eggs in a pan until Lawrence spoke again.

“You’ve worked on planes and trains, how do you feel about working with automobiles?” Your forehead crinkled as you turned to look at him while still stirring the scrambled eggs.”

“I like things that go really fast. Working on a car seems like it’d be boring after working on planes.”

“What about a Formula One car?” You could have heard a pin drop before he continued. “We need a new head of aerodynamics for the team, I’ve been interviewing candidates trying to find someone. Our previous head went to a different team. Ever since you explained what you do I’ve done some research and I think you’d be the perfect fit. It’s not an easy job, there’s a lot of travel and you’ll be working with some hardheaded engineers and regulations that have millimetre wide restrictions. But if you’re interested I can have a full job offer later today.”

You’d stopped stirring at this point, barely having the presence of mind to pull the pan away from the hot burner. You hadn’t been looking for a new job, especially not in Formula One or in an industry where you’d never worked before. It didnt feel real.

“Is this because of Lance and I?” You hated asking the question but you had to. To his credit Lawrence shook his head immediately.

“Never. As soon as you told me that you deal with strict regulations regularly I wanted you for this. I do understand if you need to think about it.”

“Will you send me the offer? I’m not saying I’ll take the job, but I need to see all of the details. An email’s the best way to do it.” You recited your email and he took it down quickly to send you the information. Once he had everyone else started coming downstairs so you served up the cinnamon rolls and everything else you’d made.

That afternoon you were curled up on the couch with Lance, watching the snowstorm blowing outside. Your phone buzzed with an email from Lawrence containing your offer. While scanning the details your eyes widened.

It was more than you’d expected. Financially it was a big jump from what you were being paid and the benefits were fantastic. Working from the UK and travelling to every race, paid work travel, lots of paid days off, health insurance and more. You stiffened while reading it which made Lance run his hand down your arm.

“Everything ok? Was it your mom?” His voice was roughened with sleep and you smiled softly, leaning over to kiss him.

“It’s good. I have a question for you though. How would you feel about seeing me at least twenty four weekends next year?” You could see the moment that the significance of your question hit him.

“Seriously? How?”

You explained the offer, how his dad had walked in while you were working and you were seriously considering it. You wanted to say yes, but a budding relationship and so much travelling felt worrying.

“If you want to take this, do it. I’ll support you no matter what.” He took a breath before continuing. “But I need to tell you that once people find out we’re dating they’ll say you got this job because of nepotism. Which we both know isn’t true, that you deserve this, but its what they say about my seat. I don’t want you to have to deal with any of the crap.”

“I’d deal with it anyway. Any partner of someone well known gets it. But this way we can at least work together and see each other. I don’t mind the worry and the randomness talking crap. We know the truth.” You pulled his face to yours to kiss him, Lance pulling you onto him and holding you close.

“This is more than just for right now, isn’t it?” He asked, his voice barely audible against your ear.

“It is for me.” You linked your hands together, feeling him squeeze it tightly before wrapping his arms securely around you.

That evening he posted a rare photo on his Instagram story, the five of you with a fully lit menorah in the foreground. There were matching grins and arms around shoulders, two couples clearly defined. You knew comments were made online, and even more when your appointment as Head of Aerodynamic Engineering was announced and you did an interview with the social media team, but you ignored every one of them while your research spoke for itself. And the morning when you arrived to the track for preseason testing in Bahrain holding Lance’s hand made the shouts louder than ever, but watching your work begin to pay off meant it was all entirely worth it.

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Hi , I wanna say I started reading you're work just a few days ago and I love it especially cause finding sub Patrick Bateman is super hard .... I wanted to request a reader x sub Patrick Bateman in which Patrick gets laid in front of all his workers as he wasn't able to behave properly to his master . Would love to see my dream come true if no then its fine , thanks for the great stories .

xoxo

Hi! Thank you for loving for my fics! And I hope this makes your dreams come true! And also I never wrote something like this so please have mercy on me! 😭

Warnings! SMUT, slut, whore used. Spit as lube, public touching, public sex, humiliation, workers watching, work sex. And ETC

SUB PATRICK BATEMAN X DOM MALE READER

The room was filled with fake laughter and praise. Many of the businessmen that Patrick calls "friends" were inside. The group talked about their lives and work life as they expect each other's business cards.

The group trashed and joked about the people who'd work with them or who were beneath them business wise. The only person who wasn't giving any input in the conversation was Y/n L/n who was really only here because he wanted to spend time with his fiancé not his idiot buddies.

Patrick joined in a few times talking shit about his personal assistant and other co-workers while the others in the room laughed and agreed.

"You know Bateman, I don't even understand why you let.. What's her name again?"

"Jean." A different man finishes the word.

"Yeah! I don't understand why you let Jean work for you. She clearly wants something from you, and i'm not talking about a promotion." The man says with a laugh as the other men in the room laugh and agree with him.

Patrick simply only nodded and used a fake smile. Someone who wasn't laughing was his fiancé Y/n. Y/n had an irritated and possessive expression on his face.

Y/n and Patrick have been dating for three years and just recently Y/n proposed and now they are gonna get married in a few more months.

Y/n had a jealous grip on Patrick's thigh obliviously not enjoying the conversation.

"Just give the woman what she wants! Then after it's done just leave her like the rest of the women you have!" A different man speaks up before turning his head to Y/n.

"L/n. You don't know this since you never want to hang out with us, but Bateman here always has a new woman with him every time we hang out!" The same man adds in with a smile.

"Oh really?" Y/n says with a eyebrow raised looking at his nervous fiance.

"Patrick... I thought you had a fiance. What happened to that." Y/n says pointing at the engagement ring on Patrick's finger. Patrick looked at Y/n nervously. He felt all eyes on both of them. Patrick worked hard for his reputation and he wasn't gonna let his jealous fiancé mess everything up. When they could just talk about this at home.

"This ring is only an accessory nothing more. And you obviously thought wrong." Patrick brutally responds back. Y/n leaned in and whisper into Patrick's ear.

"Your a real fucking act. How could you just sit here and lie to my face even though you were the one who nearly cried of joy when I proposed. And especially how you were the one who sucked my dick only a couple minutes after."

Once those words were uttered to Patrick's ear a the same hand that was just on his thigh was now on his crotch palming his dick through the pants. Patrick tried to move Y/n's away off of him, but Y/n's hand wasn't bugging.

"You know, this wouldn't be happening if you'd just behave for once." Y/n whispers into Patrick's ear,

The attention went off from the two males as the other workers talked among each other.

The hard tent inside Patrick's pants was hidden by the table as Y/n palms him.

Y/n leans again whispering into Patrick's ear. "Pull your pants and underwear down. Then bend over on the table." Patrick head whips to Y/n's direction. "Wh-what! No! Not here! Not in front of them!" Patrick responds back in a hushed yell.

"Patrick... Are you disobeying me? And plus I thought you liked being watched. Making those prostitutes watch me as I fuck you. Don't you remember that." Y/n responds back a smirk crawling onto his lips hearing Patrick let out a pathetic whimper.

"P-please master... I'm not even prepped." Patrick begs out whispering back to Y/n. "Don't make me force you." Y/n responds back.

"Everyone." Y/n announces catching the men in the room's attention.

"I'm sorry to tell you all, but Bateman has been lying to you all. The reason is why he can't give the girl what she wants is because hes to much of a slut for his fiancé." Y/n says as Patrick shamelessly and nervously pulls his pants and boxers.

The workers jaw was dropped and some had confused expressions. Patrick bends down over the table covering his face from their confused and curious eyes.

Y/n stands up from his chair moving behind Patrick's hands on his waist.

"Bateman here is a fucking whore who likes being used by a man." Y/n says humiliating Patrick as he unbuckles his pants. Y/n pulls down his pants and boxers done a little so only his cock was visible.

Patrick's friends didn't know what to do or think so they just sat in shock and watched. Y/n used his hands to spread open Patrick before spiting a couple times on his hole.

Patrick covered his mouth as he feels the tip of Y/n’s cock rub against him.

For a moment Patrick forgot about the workers in the room all staring at him in shock and some hidden lust with their eyes.

Patrick moved hips back moving his ass against Y/n’s cock. Y/n’s holds onto Patrick’s hips keeping him still as he pushes his cock inside his hole. Patrick’s eyes held closed as Y/n moves inside him.

Patrick’s hands held onto the table for dear life clawing at it.

Y/n moves deeper into Patrick’s hole eyes leaving Patrick’s body for once looking at the men in the room.

Some looked like they were enjoying the show while others looked uncertain.

Once Y/n was inside of Patrick halfway Y/n pulls out only leaving his tip inside. Patrick could finally take a break collecting a few breaths of air before suddenly Y/n snaps his hips forward driving his cock all the way inside Patrick.

Patrick let out a moan as he almost choked on air. Y/n moves his hips back before thrusting back forward.

Y/n’s thrust we’re rough and slow not doing his usual fast thrust just yet. He wanted to make Patrick beg for it.

Patrick’s eyes were kept shut not noticing that some men stood up from their chairs and moves around the table to g a better look.

Y/n gave Patrick a hard thrust again causing him to let out another long moan.

“H-hurry the hell up!~” Patrick said with a tiny quiet whimper to follow. Y/n laughed and thrusted again harder than the last.

“Beg for it baby~ Let me hear you use your word’s.” Y/n says with a smirk. Patrick let out a irritated groan.

“…please. Please go faster.” Patrick whispers barley even a whisper. “I know your a lot louder than that. Tell me how much you want it.” Y/n responds back before thrusting in and out in a slow pace.

“I want it so bad… I want your stupid fucking cock~ Oh F-fuuck!~ please I-I need it!” Patrick begs our feeling his face hot and flustered from embarrassment.

“Such a good slut Patrick! I knew you could do it.” Y/n praises. Y/n thrust became faster doing what he was asked.

Patrick’s eyes squinted open eyes raising up to meet one of the men rubbing himself through his pants.

Patrick couldn’t decide if he hated this or loved this.

Rough skin slapping against each other filled the room as Y/n let go of Patrick’s hips holding onto the table as he fucks Patrick deeper.

Patrick bit his bottom lip hard as he tried to hold back his moans. The tip of Y/n’s cock brushed against Patrick’s prostate.

Patrick’s walls tightened around Y/n’s cock as Y/n used him.

In between Patrick’s legs his cock twitched and leaked precum. Y/n’s snapped back and forth as he aimed for Patrick’s prostate.

“Oh fuck! ha-harder~ please fuck me harder!” Patrick moaned out feeling the knot in his stomach tighten.

Patrick’s legs trembled and aches from Y/n’s hard thrust.

With a few more hard thrust Patrick cums hard. The cum lands on the floor beneath him. As Patrick shoots his load many of the men watched in awe and lust.

As Patrick calms down from his high his walls tighten even more around Y/n causing Y/n to let out a groan.

Y/n’s thrust became faster and messier feeling his orgasm nearing. Patrick weakly spread his open wider as Y/n thrust faster.

Feeling close Y/n started to let out groans and tiny moans feeling his cock twitch inside him.

“Fu-fuck!~ Give it to me master!~ Cum inside me!” Patrick moans out desperately.

With Y/n’s muscles tensing he cums deep inside Patrick’s abused hole. Y/n filled Patrick’s hole with white sticky cum. Y/n slowed down his thrust going slower and gentle until he had nothing left to give.

Y/n slowly pulled his cock out letting cum leak out of Patrick’s hole. Y/n stared at the mess he created before giving Patrick a kiss on the cheek .

“Let’s go home honey.” Y/n says normally pulling up his underwear and pants and fixing his belt before doing the same for Patrick.

“See you guys tonight at dinner.” Y/n looking at the stunned men In the room before helping Patrick on his feet.

Once the two left the room all the men was silent and still processing what they just saw.

THE END

#patrick bateman x male reader #patrick bateman #patrick bateman x reader #x male reader #male reader #x dom male reader #x top male reader #slashers #slashers x male reader #american psycho x male reader #the bear club

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @tizniz thank you darling 🥰🩵

How many works do you have on ao3?

17! Soon to be 18 (hopefully).

What's your total ao3 word count?

78,569 words

What fandoms do you write for?

Currently 9-1-1 and previously one or two chapters on a Sherlock fic my sibling started YEARS ago.

Top 5 fics by kudos:

1. Lost Control And Rang Your Bell

2. To The Core (I Love You)

3. What Breathing Feels Like

4. Baby, I'm Never Gonna Leave You

5. Our Shoulders Touch, There's A Moment

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I try to get every single one 🥰

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Yet to be published 😉. Published though, probably Baby, I'm Never Gonna Leave You. It's not angsty per se, it's more ominous.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I try for happy endings always (it's the Jane Austen in me), but I'd say the fic with the happiest ending would be The Pain Is UnBEARable. Friends to fiances 😁!

Do you get hate on fics?

Once? I really don't know if it was hate or just frustration? I mean, it was an open ending so just... ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ sorry?

Do you write smut?

I'm trying! I posted my first one last week 😁: And Every New Boy That You Meet (He Doesn't Know The Real Surprise) (part 2 is in progress)

Craziest crossover?

Haven't written any.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

God, I hope not.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so?

Have you co-written a fic before?

Once. The Sherlock one my sibling wrote. They put me as co-author but the majority is theirs.

All time favorite ship?

Buddie! They have altered my brain chemistry.

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

There's a wip I keep going back to that I have a love/hate relationship with. The scenes and the lines and the descriptions are some of the best I think I've ever written. But the premise is iffy at best. We'll see. If I can get a solid enough plot and if Buck gives me an explanation for what the hell he does in that fic, I might finish it.

What are your writing strengths?

Hmmm... I've been told a lot of my fics feel like episodes and the characters' voices are pretty good. So I guess the pacing of my fics? (Which shocks me because I really suck at pacing my original works).

What are your writing weaknesses?

Description. I just don't do the long and beautiful descriptions or the super detailed whump scenes very well. It takes practice, but it seems to be a talent I just don't have.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I like it, but I don't do it very much. I don't want people to tell me I'm an idiot for getting something wrong.

First fandom you wrote in?

Sherlock.

Favorite fic you've written?

My beloved Hildy fic. I treasure it. It freaking flopped but it is my baby. I love the entire Danger Prone Diaz series so far, but They Say She's Gone To Far (This Time) was so much fun.

Tags: @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @loveyouanyway @steadfastsaturnsrings @ronordmann @daffi-990 @wikiangela @thekristen999 @bidisasterevankinard @kitteneddiediaz @actuallyitsellie @hippolotamus @diazsdimples @exhuastedpigeon @spagheddiediaz @theotherbuckley @wildlife4life @fortheloveofbuddie and anyone else who wants to! 🥰🩷 (if I missed you I'm sorry)

#writing game tag #fanfic #my writing

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With a Strong-willed Marchioness, Prince Yandere’s Love Offensive - By Tatako midori (7.5/10)

I have stumbled across a rare species. An idiot yandere. This prince isn't fake dumb. He's not a beastly fighter who isn't book smart. He's easy to manipulate and unstable to boot. He is the worst possible husband, but don't worry he suffers because of his own actions.

Agnès is in love with her fiance. She thinks he is handsome and cool. He's also a prince. Yay! Wait not yay. He's really cold to her, even when they get older.

Her first love Lucile...is a total dud. Agnès is a smart girl but sadly Lucile listens to flattery. Rumors keep the engaged couple apart. Lucile also has really strong feelings for Agnès, but they keep getting twisted by rumors. He would love to fall in love with his adorable fiance...but what if she's...gasp...an evil liar meanie????

The prince eventually tries to break up with poor Agnès, after years of lies pile up. Lady Lillie is the daughter of a man who really hates Agnès, and her family. Lillie was also the second woman in line to be engaged to the prince. Lucile originally had no interest in her, but then they become best buddies and....gasp...at the exact time time coincidentally Agnès starts bullying Lillie!

Lucile is a prince with duties. Since his fiance is evil he must divorce her. Maybe even kill her before her evil meanie violence kills his beloved "friend that is like a sister to him". Who, coincidentally, will get to be his wife if Agnès dies. The issue is Lucile doesn't want to kill Agnès. He hates her so much. If she was a little less evil they could have been a great couple. He adores her after all. He can't even bear to kill her after she....pause!

Agnes uses drugs to assault the prince and save her life.

Let me explain.

Agnès is in danger. She could be assassinated after her engagement goes away. So she drugs the prince. She sleeps with him to guarantee her life and the safety of her family, which is being targeted by malicious and suspicious rumors. Her logic is she can use the pregnancy to keep some of her power, so it's trickier to kill her off.

Harsh. Brutal. Practical, but yeah her life is at stake.

After that Agnès leaves the country. After three months her life is peaceful. Nobody even wants to arrest her. Hmmmmmm. Anyway Lucile, a complete moron, has been wandering around by himself looking for her. It's a massive scandal and the palace is trying to cover it up. Lucile doesn't even understand why he loves her anymore. As soon as she was gone he missed her so much that he couldn't do his duties as a prince.

BUT HE CANT POSSIBLY MARRY HER. SHES TOO EVIL. SHE MIGHT HURT ONE OF HIS PRECIOUS FRIENDS....ugh this guy seriously.

He does snap and he starts acting crazy. He kidnaps Agnès, and he keeps her in a separate palace. He intends to keep her locked away, so her evil can't hurt anyone, and he can still have her. Lady Lillie is desperately trying to spread rumors about her engagement to Lucile, but it's a lie. Lucile hasn't even dissolved his engagement with Agnès. He cannot stop loving her. He would rather have an imprisoned wife that he actually loves. He can't bear to replace Agnès with a political partner.

Lillie starts to lose her mind. Lucile is an absolute moron, so Lillie can easily sneak into the love cage prison he prepared. Alot of people seem to know about the love cage actually. It's awkward. Agnès also knows that Lucile thinks Lillie is an angelic young girl. Agnès teases her, and she says her act is falling apart. Lillie looks like a fool right now, because she's acting like she's dating the prince...and that same idiot prince sits by Agnès each night watching her.

Lillie is evil. She thinks Lucile will finally give up if Agnès is caught sleeping with the guards. If Lillie makes Agnès look like a slut she's sure that will fool Lucile into leaving her for good. It's a scary scene. The guards do try to undress her. However, Agnès has magic. She loses her shit. She blows the room up before the aphrodisiac drug takes affect. Lillie is blown back into a wall in the destruction.

Lillie cries and says Agnès tried to kill her, and sadly there is a bunch of evidence everywhere. Lillie is bleeding. Lucile is too damn stupid to notice that Lillie waltzed into the secret love cage. Lucile frets over...Lillie...and he doesn't say anything to Agnès. Agnes has a breakdown and she throws herself off the balcony. After months of isolation in the love cage Lucile STILL CARES ABOUT HER BULLY. Lillie has been tormenting Agnès since childhood. Agnès didn't tell Lucile anything because she knew he wouldn't believe her.

She jumps out the window full of regret.

Lucile catches her. His arm breaks and he cuts his head too. When Agnès wakes up she feels guilty. The real evil finally starts to unravel. Lillie accidentally snaps in front of Lucile. Lucile remembers that he's a fucking prince and people will lie to princes to get into their inner circle.

The man grovels.

It's embarrassing.

He prostates himself and says his love has always been for Agnès.

She rejects him, so Lucile puts a spell on his heart that will kill him if he marries another woman.

After that Agnès finally decides to marry him, and Lucile brilliantly decides to trust his... actual wife...over random rumors and strangers.

Ugggghhhhh.

A frustrating read with good art.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #smut #With a Strong-willed Marchioness #Prince Yandere’s Love Offensive - By Tatako midori (7.5/10)#Prince Yandere's Love Offensive

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Kleptoshipping: My Missing Puzzle Piece (Chapter 1, Part 1)

Title: My Missing Puzzle Piece Main Ship: Kleptoshipping / Boardshipping Side Ships: Puffshipping, (Future) Goldshipping Rating: R (On Tumblr); Explicit (on AO3 when I end up posting it) Summary: Two men meet in a dressing room as they're getting outfits for the same engagement party. They hit it off more than they understand, and complete each other more than they know. Warnings: References to sex, rather explicit language in later parts. Notes: Welp, here it is. I said I'd start posting this fic on tumblr and by the Gods, I'm doing it. Comments give me fuel and I have to give special thanks to @antaresr for the long brainstorming sessions and huge inspiration boosts for this thing. Honestly, I would not have gotten as far as I have in this fic without you. ---

The dressing room door swung open with a hard crack. Yuugi tried not to wince as it slammed shut behind him.

Look, it wasn’t as though he could easily close it, okay? His arms were full of shirts that were probably too loose and pants that made him feel like he was going to a job interview, and with him standing at a good five foot nothing he could barely even see above the haphazard pile that he carried in his arms. Maybe he could have treated the clothes better; they would probably be wrinkled by the time he even tried them on. Then again, he probably wasn’t the first person who grabbed these exact clothes off the racks, and definitely wouldn’t be the last.

Gods, why was he doing this again? Right. Engagement party. Best friend getting married.

Needing to make a good impression with his buddy's fiance’s family lest they think that their son was marrying someone who ran around with people who didn’t know how to dress in polite company.

Look, he liked his nerdy T-shirts, all right? He was a game designer for goodness’ sake; just about everything in his closet had some kind of nerdy branding unless they were work clothes or the depressing dregs of his weird edgelord leather phase in high school.

The less said about that edgelord phase, the better.

He still liked his fair share of leather wristlets and cuffs, but leather pants? Cutoff sleeveless shirts? The multiple belts and studded collars? Gods. The fact that his family let him leave the house back then was something he would never understand.

Yuugi took a deep breath in…then out. He gently set the clothes down on the bench before staring at them like they would grow a mouth and eat him alive like some kind of closet mimic.

Jonouchi probably wouldn’t care if he wore his work clothes, come to think of it. His fiance probably wouldn’t, either; Ryou was barely seen without a cardigan, spooky halloween sweaters, or striped shirts.

Honestly, it was surprising that either of them went with such a…normal engagement party at all, with nice clothes and everything.

They met at a haunted house, after all.

Well…maybe ‘met’ was too strong a word. Jonouchi got dragged into an American-style horror attraction after he lost a bet with one of their other friends, and Ryou was one of the actors there. Even though they were in high school at the time, Jonouchi never got over his childhood fear of ghosts and the supernatural; Ryou was dressed as a very convincing zombie and tried spooking him, but the poor guy ended up fainting from fright. After checking in on him (without makeup), the two hit it off, realized they went to the same school, and Ryou was integrated into their little group of friends.

They started dating after Ryou strategically used horror movies to snuggle up to Jonouchi and “comfort him with kisses.”

Their first date was at a Duel Monsters Booster Draft event; they won the team battle category and Jonouchi kissed Ryou for the first time.

Their first anniversary was spent playing a custom Monster World campaign that Ryou made to “celebrate their relationship”.

They got engaged after Jonouchi willingly stayed the night at a haunted house with Ryou, announcing that he would “brave anything if it meant being with you forever.”

Nothing about them was ‘traditional’ or ‘normal’...

Ah, but Ryou's family was the variable here; there was his (absent) father, and…

There was the fact that the engagement party was next weekend and he still hadn't bought an outfit.

Seriously, he needed to stop stalling.

“Come on, you can do this.” Yuugi shook his head and slapped his cheeks. So what if he was a grown-ass man who had to buy his clothes from the children’s section because he was too short for anything else? So what if sitting in this dressing room was claustrophobic and it made him want to make a beeline back home and huddle into his comfy clothes and read a comic book? He could do this. It was just clothes, it was just one night, and then he could throw it in the back of his closet until the next time he needed to wear something ‘nice, but not too nice’.

Maybe he should have asked Atem to go with him. That wasn't weird, right? Nothing weird about a grown man asking his Egyptian half-brother to go clothes shopping with him in a crowded mall on a weekend.

‘Hey, Atem, I know you're really busy with grad school and you have a thesis defense coming up, but do you think you could take a break from your much more important work to go shopping with me because I hate it?’

Nah, probably not.

Even though he knew Atem would happily go with him if he asked.

No, that was exactly why he couldn't ask. Atem was a great guy, but that didn't mean that he needed to be taken advantage of like that.

For goodness’ sake, Yuugi was an adult!

He had a good job! He had his own place! He had a cat! He paid his bills and scheduled all of his own medical appointments!

You know, like every single adult did every single day!

If he could do that, then he could damn well buy his own clothes without his big brother's help! He picked up a lavender button-up with a sigh…

…and jumped as the door to the stall next to his slammed shut.

“For fuck’s sake.”

If the person next door was trying to be quiet, he was failing. Their voice was like velvet, dripping with sarcasm and frustrated contempt. Was it possible for a voice to be hot while sounding that pissed off? Yuugi never thought about it before; then again, when was the last time he even dated? Two years ago? Three? Because failed first dates and awkward attempts at flirting totally counted as dating, right? Yuugi swallowed as he took off his shirt and tossed it aside; might as well bite the bullet and try on this lavender travesty. The fabric was soft to the touch, at least. The thought of sitting through anything semi-formal in something scratchy made his skin crawl. There was a loud thump in the adjacent stall, followed by the tell-tale slap of clothes getting tossed on the bench. Yuugi’s neighbor, Mr. Hot Voice, growled. “‘Dress nice’; why don’t you ask me to hang myself while you’re at it? Shitty old man.” Yuugi finished buttoning up the shirt and looked at himself in the mirror; it wasn’t his color and it made him look like he was going to a fancy club, but it didn’t look bad. In theory. If he actually liked wearing something like this. Okay, so this was a finalist, at least. Time to test out the other shirts.

There was some shuffling next door, followed by a muffled curse.

“Oh, perfect. What dipshit put the wrong sizing sticker on these?!” Yuugi had to bite back a chuckle. “These aren’t pants, they’re parachutes! Next.”

Poor guy. He didn’t sound like he was having a good time, either.

At least he wasn’t alone, right? Suffering loves company and all that. With a sigh, Yuugi reached for the ugly beige sweater near the bottom of the pile. Might as well get the rest of these shirts over with.

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dinogoose · 1 year

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it’s been a long time coming, but (it’s you and me)

Suddenly words are falling out of Buck’s mouth faster than he can catch them,

“Marry me.”

Eddie spins around so quickly Buck’s worried he gave himself whiplash.

“What?”

“What?” Buck parrots, attempting to play dumb.

(or, a buddie friends to fiances, in the kitchen of course.)

Eddie’s humming a tune Buck vaguely recognizes. Buck is pretty sure it was the song playing on the radio when they took Chris to school this morning.

The brunet's back is turned to his, as he expertly hand-washes a knife. Eddie may be a wreck while cooking but that man takes pride in his cleaning skills, and rightfully so.

Buck is leaning over the counter just watching him, enjoying being in the mere presence of Eddie (the love of his life).

The sun's setting, casting a glow throughout the kitchen. Eddie’s face in particular is now radiant, causing the already gorgeous man to be ethereal.

Buck wishes he could stay here, in this moment forever.

Watching Eddie sway as he happily cleans, surrounded by the warmth that lives inside the Diaz’ home, the only place Buck feels truly safe in.

They had the day off, choosing to spend it together. Eddie dragged Buck along to all the mundane places he didn’t want to go to alone, the grocery store, the pharmacy, and even the bank- where Buck had stolen a huge handful of lollipops. (He considered it compensation)

If it meant being with Eddie, Buck would do every boring task or chore in existence.

So here he is, watching Eddie do the dishes.

The rhythmic movement of his hands, scrubbing back and forth, the whir of the dishwasher, just all of it makes Buck feel at peace.

Maybe too at peace, because Buck wants to confess every little secret that has been living under his skin. Every word that has never made it past his lips. He wants to tell Eddie everything.

And, because of this peace, suddenly words are falling out of Buck’s mouth faster than he can catch them,

“Marry me.”

The words startle Eddie as he drops the knife he was cleaning, it clattering loudly in the sink, then the man spins around so quickly Buck’s worried he gave himself whiplash.

“What?”

“What?” Buck parrots, attempting to play dumb.

“You just-“ Eddie shakes his head, his expression showing things that Buck couldn’t even begin to name. “You said ‘Marry me’.”

To Buck, Eddie’s words sound like an accusation (a fair one) but they also sound like a desperate plea. As if Eddie wants as much as Buck does.

Eddie’s hands are still wet, and steadily dripping onto the floor, which distracts Buck for a second, before he focuses back on Eddie’s face.

“No, that doesn’t sound like something I’d say.” He deflects, blatantly lying. Eddie gives him his patented ‘You’re an idiot’ stare.

“Buck you just said it, I heard you, you’re standing five feet away. Why did you say that?” Buck looks away from Eddie, his face hot.

“Why?” Eddie repeats, stepping closer to Buck.

Buck turns back to him, his gaze pointed over Eddie’s shoulder, “Well marriage is a legally recognized union between two people. It’s actually derived from a Latin word-“

“Buck.” Eddie scolds, arms crossed across his chest defensively. Although Buck can see a tiny hint of a smile on his handsome face.

“Okay fine.” He takes a deep breath, moving fully into Eddie’s space. “I love you, and I think you should marry me.”

Big brown eyes search his own. Buck knows he will find complete sincerity, because despite how utterly insane this request is, Buck fully means it.

Yes, maybe proposing before they’ve even been on one date is… abnormal (Unhinged, bonkers, loony, take your pick), but Buck can’t help it. He doesn’t want to just be Eddie’s boyfriend. He wants to be Eddie’s eternal partner. His husband. A stepfather to his son. The man he falls asleep with and wakes up to each and every day.

And Buck’s pretty damn sure Eddie wants that too. (At least he hopes so, otherwise, this might destroy him)

Eddie’s now scrutinizing him, eyes pinched together, nose scrunched. Buck thinks he looks positively kissable- though when does he not -, but he feels this may be the wrong time to point that out.

“You think I should marry you? That’s all you got?” Eddie challenges, his expression is more open now, happier, which is making Buck feel brave.

Buck reaches out to hold both of Eddie’s hands in his.

“Edmundo Diaz, you and Christopher are the two greatest things to ever happen to me. Every day you make me better, and being in your life is an honor I cherish. I am so grateful to be your friend, your partner, and I would be the luckiest man on earth if you agreed to marry me.” He punctuates his final point by kissing each of Eddie’s hands, which makes the older man chuckle.

Eddie sighs, long and hard as if he’s put off by Buck’s impromptu proposal, “Yeah okay, I’ll marry you.”

Before Buck has a chance to yell from the rooftops, Eddie adds,

“But-” Buck freezes, “-I want a redo proposal, one that includes Chris.” There’s finality in his tone, showing above all Eddie’s dedication to his son.

Buck loves that about him. Loves every part of Eddie. He loves all the broken, jagged parts of Eddie in the same way he loves the beautiful shiny parts. Because his love for Eddie has no bounds, and never will. Their souls are tethered together.

“Of course Eds, this is something that includes him, he’s my family, and if he said no then I wouldn’t push it I promise” The blonde promises him, Eddie’s eyes shine with fondness as he squeezes Buck’s hands.

“I know you wouldn’t. And he won’t say no, he loves you. I love you.”

Buck finally, finally, closes the gap between them, their lips coming together for a chaste kiss. A chaste kiss quickly turns to something deeper when Eddie drops his hands in favor of cupping Buck’s jaw.

The dishwasher is still running behind them, the setting sun spilling in through the curtains, and occasionally a car passes by, although Buck registers none of this anymore because Eddie’s lips are on his.

Buck can taste the beer he had earlier on his tongue, and feel the drag of Eddie’s stubble against his chin. He wants to drown in it.

Which isn’t an option because Eddie pulls back.

Buck whines attempting to chase him, “Come on can’t I kiss my fiancé?” He pleads, but Eddie just laughs before shoving him away.

“No, because I have to finish these dishes before we get our son from robotics. And you should go switch over the laundry.” He’s leaning away as he says this, and Buck already misses his warmth.

“So bossy.” Buck grumbles.

“This is just the beginning of bossy, my husband-to-be.” Eddie winks, sauntering back over to the sink.

Buck grins, completely elated, “Can’t wait.”

(hope you enjoyed! :] see you soon)

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userseokmins · 1 year

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secret wishes ◦ h.v.c.

💞 🄿🄰🄸🅁🄸🄽🄶: Hansol Vernon Chwe x gn!reader 📚 🄶🄴🄽🅁🄴: Fluff, Humor/Comedy/Crack, PLATONIC!au, Besties!au 💬 ⓌⒸ: 3.4k ⚠️ 🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: Food, One mention of alcoholic beverages, Reader gets a tattoo, Cheesy corny stuff, Everyone is a menace imho, lmk if i missed smth! 📝 🄰/🄽: what better way to make a fic debut on this blog than a (very belated) birthday vernon fic to my beloved @aceofvernons. Basically it's a love letter from one bestie to another but it got kinda out of hand sjjskakak I still hope you enjoy it 🎉 (also ty Nova for color correcting and giving me confidence 💖)

It's like waking up disoriented from a dream.

Vernon is suddenly snapped out of the daze Seungwkan had left him in moments ago. The man responsible for it is now standing next to him, barking orders out to at least five other people who are running around their tiny, shared apartment.

"Geez, you didn't need to make such a big deal outta things."

"Should've stopped me instead of pouting in silence in your abysmally dark room like always."

"It's not that dark," Vernon protests and scratches the back of his head, "and I don't pout."

Lilac strands flutter as he tilts his head and does the very thing he said he doesn't do: pout. Seungkwan spares him a look only to roll his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah Mr. Vamp. Maybe when a certain person isn't mentioned, sure." He jerks his head to the right. "Now get your lazy butt moving so I'm not tempted to take a hundred percent of the credit, love, and appreciation in your stead."

Vernon reluctantly peers into the kitchen. Mingyu is waving a spatula in a threatening manner at Wonwoo and their partner for eating and playing with the batter he's been working hard on. Peeking into the living room causes his entire body to cringe at Seokmin and his fiance who are supposed to be blowing up balloons. Instead, they're taking a break to giggle and kiss at one another's necks.

Ugh.

Seeking reprieve, he finally finds comfort stumbling next to Joshua, the seemingly only calm one among the other chaotic scatterbrains. With a kind smile, the maroon-haired man hands a loose end of the various paper chains he's looping together to Vernon, who readily takes it.

"You're pouting."

"I don't pout, Josh."

"Sure, sure. Unless it's about you know who."

"Seungkwan said the same sort of nonsense."

"He's not wrong. Otherwise he wouldn't be putting in all this effort for the both of you."

Vernon frowns. "He didn't have to."

"He did 'cause you were pouting. We all had to."

"I don't… ugh, whatever. All I wanted was something small but different."

"It's different that's for sure." Red bangs fly up when Joshua snorts at a sweaty Seungcheol stumbling through the front door, flanked by additional friends, to bring in an unnecessarily large table. "I know it's not what you normally do but I think it'll be nice."

"We like to do quiet things. Just the two of us. But everything's been screwed up this year."

Joshua's laughter is soft and melodic despite the underlying mockery Vernon suspects it disguises. "So, this surprise party and the commotion that came with it isn't bothering you. You're sulky because quality bestie time has been sacrificed since they went away."

Just because he's right doesn't mean he has to say it.

"I'm not sulking and I'm not sure what's so funny either."

"You are, my dear buddy!" He clasps his friend's shoulder reassuringly whose lilac hair cutely lessens the intensity of his perpetual frown. "After we celebrate, you'll get them all to yourself."

Vernon's nose crinkles. "Why is everyone being so insufferable?"

Not bothering to reply, the other man simply hums and stands to hang the completed portion of the chain. He can manage his grumpy younger friend who's now stapling the remaining rectangular pieces of paper a little bit too aggressively. The knowledge that Vernon will settle back into his easy-going nature once you return is inevitable.

It's just a question of how long all of them will be able to hold out until then.

By the time the sun sets, the fast-paced energy of the afternoon has dwindled down and the party preparations are finally finished.

"Are you sure it will be fine?"

"Honestly, Chwe! Do you not trust my baking skills?"

"More like I don't trust my fridge."

Seungkwan looks up at the exchange between a whiny Mingyu and indifferent Vernon. "Just don't open the fridge overnight and everything should be fine." He huffs, handing a stack of empty pizza boxes to Seokmin. "There's nothing but the cake in there anyways."

That must be enough to satisfy the dessert maker who obnoxiously puffs out his chest in pride. Wonwoo secures the last pack of untouched beer he'd brought in one hand and his partner's wrist tenderly in the other. Bidding everyone a good evening, he leaves with Mingyu following behind them like an elated puppy heading back home after a tiring walk.

"We'll take these and head out too," Seokmin supplies helpfully as he and his fiance finish gathering the final pieces of trash laying around. "See you tomorrow!"

Joshua is the last to go and jingles his car keys loudly before shutting the door with an exclamation of, "Enjoy the surprise!"

He disappears with a cheeky grin and swift departure before the opportunity to be questioned arises and Vernon turns to his unphased roommate.

"What did he mean by that?"

"Oh, you know him. Sometimes he's normal, more often he's not. Probably just wanted to re-remind you of that fact."

Seungkwan's statement is one that anyone can agree with. Figuring Joshua meant nothing as usual, it's already forgotten by the time Vernon's made his way up the steps.

Much later into the night, he's on a desperate search for something when you call but picks up nonetheless. No matter what he's doing, one thing for sure is that he'll always answer the phone when it displays your name. Because it's you.

But maybe that wasn't the smartest decision.

"Hello 'sol!"

"Hey bestie," the phone is cradled between his shoulder and ear as he rummages between the couch cushions. "What's up?"

"Nothing much, guess I just wanted to hear your voice."

A silly smirk halts him in his tracks. "Miss me?"

"Oh, how I long for you so!" The sarcasm lacing your words can't fully hide the smile he hears. "I've talked to you every day as always, it's like I never even left."

"Wish you didn't."

"You and I both. It's nice to be home but still…"

"We've always spent your birthdays together."

"Which is exactly why you should've come back with me!"

"Couldn't intrude on the fam like that."

You sigh. "No one would've minded, you're so dear to them." Mimicking your mother's voice, you continue, "Where's that lil Hansolie of yours? We enjoy his company so much, it's as if he's our son. In fact — we might love him more than our own child!"

Vernon laughs brightly. Bold and loud like he always does in your presence. You draw that part out of him like no one else can, setting him at ease to simply be himself. Comfortable. There are no appearances to uphold with you, no worries either. Everything melts away and it's easy to forget what he was all stressed about before you called. Until hurried feet pounding on the floor signify that someone is about to rush into the living room.

"I found them! I found the — " Seungkwan's happy skip halts upon seeing his friend on the phone and attempts to catch his breath after scrambling down the steps. But the keywords to the unfinished sentence roll right off Vernon's tongue out of relief without thinking.

"The rings?"

Even if he can't see, you perk up from your slouched position in the car and repeat eagerly, "Rings?"

Vernon shares a wide-eyed look with the other man in the room who hesitantly places the box on the coffee table. So much for being relaxed — he got too relaxed and ended up spilling the secret. Exposing himself like an idiot. He normally doesn't care that you are privy to everything there is to know about him but now…

Licking his lips nervously, he chuckles awkwardly. "Uh… yeah?"

"Did you get married or something in the week that I was gone?" you tease. "What's all this ring business about?"

"N-nothing. It's nothing big… y'know how Kwannie was… contemplating… um, engagement."

The man in question gapes and starts waving theatrically while mouthing silent charades full of utter disbelief and betrayal that are readily ignored.

Meanwhile, you snort. "Oh yeah, because that's definitely not a big deal at all. About time! But how did you end up with his rings then?"

Vernon turns his back on a dramatic Seungkwan in order to focus on organizing a believable white lie. "We… invited some of the guys over to talk it out and uh, he didn't want to lose them in the chaos because… he's still deciding and all that, you know… "

"Incredible," you mutter, "yet it seems like you lost them."

Panic, his brain screams. And maybe some shame added as well.

"But whatever, at least you found them." Somehow you seem to miraculously buy his pathetic excuse. Leaving the matter alone because you're distracted by a hearty yawn, he lets out a quiet exhale of relief while you stretch your neck out. "I'm tired."

Your best friend collapses onto the couch, feeling exhausted himself. "You should get some rest."

"And miss when the clock strikes twelve?"

"You've got a long day ahead, flying out after your celebration. You know you can stay longer if it's too much."

He's a little nervous saying that after everyone excitedly spent time to set up a surprise party but your well-being will always be more important to them over anything else.

Mingyu and his cake would survive.

"Puh-lease," you grumble and Vernon knows your eyes just have to be rolling, though you're actually glancing at your watch. "Don't you worry your handsome little head, I'll be right on time."

His eyebrows furrow. "On time for what?"

But you've already put the speaker away from your face, giggling like a gremlin in the background before you loudly cackle, "You're a horrible liar, Hansol!"

He breaks out into a cold sweat, even more perturbed when you simply hang up without even a farewell. "What is up with people today?"

"I dunno, what's up with you?" Phone held dazedly in one hand, Vernon turns to face Seungkwan's wrath. "Because suddenly, I'm engaged — according to your standards!"

"Sorry 'bout that. I'll explain everything when I give them their gift, okay? I think… I don't think they believed me anyway."

"Even Bookkeu wouldn't be fooled by that awful acting. Gosh, now I'm gonna feel bad about not proposing."

"Aw, c'mon Kwan. You know that's not what this meant."

Seungkwan's not really upset and Vernon knows that. Still. It's a subtle sting of a reminder that neither in the ten-year relationship have made a move for sealing that lifelong commitment. It would be a lie to say that it didn't occasionally eat away at the gentle-hearted man. Not that marriage was needed in every romantic relationship.

"I should've said Seokmin but that wouldn't have made sense either… "

"Those two? They're so attached to the hip they would've never handed over their rings to anyone. As a matter of fact though, I wouldn't give you mine either seeing as how you treated yours."

Vernon is quick to jump at his roommate and put him in a light headlock as faux retaliation, knuckles rubbing on the top of his hair while the latter yells in protest. They roughhouse as usual (this time staying clear of any lamp posts), nearly pulling off one another's clothes in the friendly tussle.

That's the position they freeze in when there's two heavy bangs on the door — Vernon with his hand fisted in Seungkwan's collar who has the former's shirt halfway up his torso. Inching closer to one another, they hold their breath. Peeking warily at the front door before meeting each other's terrified eyes that continue to widen in alarm when the beeping sounds of the code being entered starts after two seconds of silence.

They scream (very manly screams if anyone asks them about it afterwards) when the lock clicks open because who on earth knows their code and would break into their apartment at 11:56 PM?

"It's me!" You announce with a flourish — arms raised in exhilaration — only to lower them in confusion. "Oh. Am I interrupting something?"

Joshua glances around you to laugh at the two men entangled in what now looks like a hug. "Is that how you guys plan to defend yourselves? With a lover's embrace? You knew we were coming, Kwannie."

"I didn't know you'd show up at midnight!"

They step away from one another with disgruntled expressions and Vernon side-eyes everyone dubiously.

"You knew?"

Seungkwan's stuttered excuse is cut short when your (and everyone else's) phone buzzes and you excitedly cheer, "Happy gremlin birth hour to me!," and turn to a gobsmacked Vernon. "Aren't I gonna get my welcome back squish and squeeze?"

Of course, he could never deny you a hug. Especially on your birthday. Even if you scared the crap out of him by 'breaking in' when you're supposed to be far away with your family still, he opens his arms with an upward lift of his lips.

"Happy birthday, bestie. Now tell me, what in the world are you doing here?"

He takes in your appearance. Despite the off-and-on nap in Joshua's car on the way back from the airport somewhat helping, there's no way your animated behavior can hide all the obvious tiredness and jet lag.

You back away with a pat to his left bicep that has various rows of little black tattoo symbols encircling it, rocking back and forth on your heels.

"Wanted to celebrate my birthday with you!"

"You should have rested."

"I'm not a child, I wanted to surprise you!"

"But — " Vernon gestures helplessly to you, then the decorations he's sure you haven't noticed, and expects some support from his other friends but they have seemingly disappeared to give the two of you privacy. Plus, likely to escape him asking about the bizarre circumstances.

Gee, what wonderful pals.

"I know, I know… all of you put in a lot of effort. Especially Kwannie."

"I helped too!"

"But it was his original idea and organization, no? You'd never plan something like this."

"Why do you know everything, it's your birthday?" He groans in exasperation at your laughter. "It's supposed to be a secret and you're supposed to be surprised!"

"Ah, speaking of which," you eagerly roll up your right sleeve, "look at what I got!"

His eyebrows raise at the reveal of the ink that now circles over your skin. "Oh? You got tatted?"

"Yes! When I called after you got yours last year, the waitlist was so long I ended up just scheduling it as a birthday gift."

From afar, one might think they're the same as the ones dotting his arm. But upon closer inspection, he's more than pleased to see how you chose to have your own unique personality shine through. Miniscule versions of symbols that mean something precious and objects that seem to represent you best are outlined or filled-in with your favorite color.

"Beautiful."

You smile broadly at how awestruck your best friend is. "No, you."

"No, you."

"Fine, we're both pretty!" Vernon relents, well aware that this could go back and forth forever.

"That we are." You urge him to sit down on the couch and situate yourself next to him, right shoulder to his left, and grab his wrist. "Look!"

Extending your joined arms, you show him how your tattoos align almost perfectly. Then securing his other free hand in yours with the traditional pinky promise the two of you have done since childhood. He chuckles as you nudge him cajolingly with an elbow.

"I see."

"What do you see?"

"You just want me to say something cheesy 'cause you're in your affectionate era."

"It's the least you could do on my birthday."

A deep, weary sigh. "We're… each other's… better… half?"

The hands you have placed on his body tighten their hold as you squeeze hard in your excitement. He grunts as appropriate between your rambling, focusing mainly on when he'll be able to get circulation back where you're gripping, until you suddenly deflate.

"I messed it up. Stupid, sleep-deprived brain."

"You're not stupid."

"You're right, it's your fault."

"Mine?"

"I took the brain cell but now you have it back because we're together." Finally freeing the poor man, you stand in front of him and point. "Okay, let me try again so you'd better wipe your mind clear."

"Yeah, yeah." Vernon crosses his arms and pretends to look annoyed as if there isn't a goofy grin on his face.

"It was supposed to go something like this. We mirror each other, right?" You gesture to your tattoos again. "We're very similar, maybe even too similar at times. But," you flop down where you were originally seated, "we're also different! Different enough that we can compensate for each other's weaknesses and complement each other's strengths… you know, like you said — all that corny stuff."

"Cute."

"Like you."

"And you."

You lean in so close to Vernon that your noses almost touch. "Yeah, because we're besties and we look cute together. Okay, since I ruined the surprise and told you all my secrets, isn't it your turn now?"

"My turn?"

"Yeah, Mr. Rings."

"Ah… so that was your goal all along."

"Of course, I'm waiting with bated breath."

He raises his chin in the direction of the coffee table. "It's right there."

Despite teasing him about not wrapping it, you quickly snatch the velvet box before he can grab it himself. "Couple rings?" You put a hand over your heart dramatically. "Aw, you shouldn't have, Hansol."

"They're bestie rings, you dolt."

"Did you just call me an idiot?!"

"Yeah. With affection though."

You make a sound of disgust but return to the precious gift, lips curling upwards. "They're beautiful."

"Copycat."

"Stop it, you love me."

"I do."

"Then put it on me," you demand, handing him the ring box and wiggling your fingers in anticipation.

Vernon mumbles something about how impatient you are and to chillax. But he does as asked and gently takes the hand always used to pinky promise and bro-slap him. Sliding the ring on your middle finger, pleased when it's a perfect fit. Then, he does the same on his own and scrunches his nose in satisfaction.

"Perfect."

"I know."

He takes your hand back in his like before, and brings you into the kitchen. Identical rings brush against each other and the tattoos on your arms act like magical sigils to shield from anything that threatens to break through the personal bubble created by your joined hands.

"How did you figure out my ring size?"

"There are lots of opportunities because you don't fall asleep until some ungodly hour and happen to still be passed out when normal people awaken. So thanks for that."

You stick your tongue out at his snarkiness and receive a dollop of icing on it in return. "Mingyu makes amazing cakes!"

"So you knew about that too."

"Duh. And I know he'll be mad if you cut a piece."

"Two," Vernon deviously points out and places a plate down for himself.

It would be an absolute crime to not devour such a delicious treat, figuring it a waste to let it sit out instead. Making a gross noise of appreciation at the first bite, you couldn't wait to thank Mingyu later.

You get that opportunity the next morning as more and more friends from the day before tiptoe in one after the other per Seungkwan and Joshua's request. Quiet giggles and definite blackmail material when they sneak a peek into the kitchen to see you and Vernon fast asleep with your heads laying on the counter, limbs splayed all over the place and each other.

The two of you had chattered about everything, anything, and nothing at all. No words needed to be said even when a comfortable silence settled as the sun started to rise before both of your eyelids closed.

You were his best friend and he was yours. That was all that mattered. The strength of your bond meant that you were content just being in each other's thoughts, even at times you were far apart. Physical reminders like tattoos or rings were just the cherry on top of the cake that you had worked hard and spent years together on creating.

Speaking of cakes…

"My precious darling," Mingyu whisper-screeched from afar, "I knew you would be destroyed!"

He sighs, distraught, and Wonwoo pats him on the back. Their partner begins snickering when the tall man gingerly lifts up the new one he brought with shaking hands. "Good thing I made two!"

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spaceprincessem · 1 year

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fuck it friday

so all the madney proposal speculation and the post that talk about potential buck hijinks that could ensue has given me such bad brain rot that i started writing this new lil accidental friends to fiances buddie fic so uh hehehe im sorry? thank you @sibylsleaves for the tag!!!

So this is something Buck can do for her. Quite frankly, it may be one of the easiest things he’s ever done. Buck is good at keeping secrets (yeah, okay, he knows how that sounds too) and he’s even better at helping create surprises. He and Athena are the running champs at throwing surprise parties for various occasions at the 118. He’s beyond delighted when Maddie invites him over for lunch and shares her brilliant idea of proposing to Chimney before he can propose to her.

“We haven’t exactly followed most of the traditional things when it comes to being a couple,” Maddie laughs as she shrugs her shoulders a little sheepishly. “Besides,” her smile is warm, “I think Chimney deserves being proposed to.”

If anyone could pull it off it would definitely be Maddie. Buck can’t keep the grin off of his face as he sits in their new home with his niece on his lap and his sister’s beautiful, bright smile lighting up the room as she goes over her thoughts on what she wants to do. It feels a little like stepping over the finish line of a very long and hard fought race. Maddie and Chimney have been through so much both together and apart and if anyone deserves happiness it’s them.

Buck is all in. He’s one-hundred percent, give em everything he’s got, will do anything Maddie asks—

“You can’t tell anyone,” Maddie suddenly becomes so serious Buck feels like he has whiplash.

He blinks a few times, brow furrow, “Well, yeah I know that.”

“No, Buck,” Maddie leans forward covering his hand with her own, “I mean it. No one else is allowed to know about this.”

Buck opens his mouth, but Maddie reads him like the traitorous sister that she is and cuts him off by saying, “That includes Eddie.”

“Maddie,” Buck whines, and he’s very well aware at how pathetic it sounds, “that’s not fair! It’s — he’s — it’s Eddie!”

i think we can all see where this is going to go

gonna tag @alyxmastershipper @buddierights @monsterrae1 @spotsandsocks @shortsighted-owl 🥰

#buddie #madney #evan buckley #maddie buckley #buddie wip #911 fox

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creppersfunpalooza · 3 months

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( @allergic-to-four-leaf-clovers )

HELLOOO AND WELCOME BACK FOLKS!!! DUE TO A LACK OF SPONSORSHIP AS OF LATE, WE’VE STRUGGLED TO KEEP THIS LITTLE GAME AFLOAT, BUT FORTUNATELY, WE’VE GOT ONE!!! WOOHOOO!!!

FOR THIS ROUND, WE’VE GOT A COLLECTION OF FUN GUYS! ANGELIC BEINGS, LESS ANGELIC BEINGS, AND VARIOUS OTHERS (don’t you see i have a bias)!!!! NO USE STALLING, LET’S GET RIGHT TO IT!!!

*important disclaimer* i actually know very little about the following characters other than what the creator has directly told me. i’m going purely based on vibes.

COMING IN AT 5TH PLACE, WE HAVE RAYAN!! i love scars, man, i really do, and i also love soppy cats. so why is he so low, you may ask? because i do NOT 💥 think he should be mean to his fiance. come on my guy… be nice… spread peace and love!!!! peace and love!!!!!!!! put in some effort come on!!! put in the work!!!!! i know you can do it buddy you just gotta try!!!!!! pretty pretty please… anyways i do really like his design, its very simple while still conveying stuff about his character. like i dont know what he’s been through but clearly he’s been through a lot. but STILL 💥 BE NICE. 💥 TO YOUR. 💥 FIANCE 💥💥💥💥💥��.

NEXT UP IN 4TH PLACE IS MADIR!!! i really do like madir!!! i know barely anything about him but once more i rlly like the details you mentioned about him. like he seems mildly unsettling and i love that for him. like you could probably find him in the woods just sort of hanging out. he’s a source of trauma but i honestly do not mind because at least HE 💥 would probably be nice to his fiancé. if he had one. i actually can’t speak on his behalf thats purely speculation.

IN 3RD, FOSTER!!!!! i don’t exactly know why i just think they’re neat. also hi in case you couldn’t tell i really like scars on characters 💖💖💖 love them they do something to my brain. and foster’s got a ton. i loove what you’ve told me about their backstory and they just seem so neat!!! i hope they’re healing now. even though. they’re probably not. because nobody is Allowed To Be Happy Ever. as a general rule for character making. anyways chewing on them and moving on.

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AND WE’RE BACK FOLKS! SORRY ABOUT THE AD. LITERALLY NOBODY ELSE WILL SPONSOR US SO YEAH WE’RE HAVING TO RESORT TO UH… YEAH. ANYWAYS, LET’S GET BACK TO THE RATINGS!

COMING IN 2ND… AARIN!!! boy oh boy my love of supernatural entities is surely not warping my bias here!!! they seem really cool honestly, even besides the whole angel thing. like woah…. you don’t wanna be a tool used for destruction? too bad! you’re gonna be used to burn down a house! lmao!!!! also i absolutely love aarin’s design. their scars(?) are so fucking cool i love the swirlies. auuygghh so normal about angel guys….. so so normal……….

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, IN 1ST PLACE…. ZURIEL!!! LET ME JUST SAY ITS DESIGN IS SO SO SO SO COOL I CANT GET OVER IT IT JUST LOOKS SO AWESOME. I love the gradients on the claws and the shape of the halo. once again, surely my bias and love for supernatural creatures is in no way warping my opinion!! it’s my favorite. also rare but appreciated and loved it/it’s pronouns representation.

#others ocs #oc #ocs #oc rating #crep rambling #friend’s ocs #AUGH I NEED TO READ ABOUT YOUR GUYS.#THEY SEEM SO NEAT.#RAAAAHHH #tw religion #full on jumpscare sorry

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mermaidsirennikita · 5 months

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And friends to friends with benefits to lovers recs? Bonus points for HR?

Yep! The "friends" vibe can be a little shaky because I generally am not a huge friends to lovers person, but I do LOVE friends with benefits to lovers

Historicals:

The Duke Gets Even by Joanna Shupe--I mean to be fair Nellie and Lockwood are not friends at first. They hate each other. But they hate each other because they actually get each other, lol, so they begin a FWB deal that is complicated by the fact that he falls HARD. Some of my favorite sex scenes are in this book.

The Dueling Duchess by Minerva Spencer--In this one, they become like, kinda buddies and are fucking casually while traveling in this circus she's a part of (she's a sharpshooter). Then she feels betrayed, they separate, reunite a year later, and she's mad at him (and he's fallen for her).

The Rakess by Scarlett Peckham--This may work! The heroine is a scandalous rakess who goes on vacation to write her memoirs. She meets this lovely widower with two kids, and there's a spark but he's like "oh you are waaaay too much for me". Naturally, they then DO fuck and shit gets really out of hand lol.

The Lady Gets Lucky by Joanna Shupe--This is the ticket. Alice is a wallflower type who wants to learn how to seduce, and local rake Kit wants to be taken seriously and needs a recipe from her chef. They already know each other though he hasn't noticed her a lot, and he begins giving her seduction lessons. He, naturally, falls for her.

The Bride Goes Rogue by Joanna Shupe--Different vibe wherein Katherine and Preston do hate each other at first (because he basically had no intention of marrying her and unintentionally led her on for years after their dads arranged the marriage--but accidentally hook up at a masked ball and become FWBs that actually like each other.

Unmasked by The Marquess by Cat Sebastian--OH THIS IS IT!!! Alistair befriends Rob, and becomes attracted to him... Only to find out that his new bestie isn't a man. (Rob is Robin, AFAB and NB, pretending to be a man in society.) They start fucking casually (including an amazing "from behind against a door with people on the other side of the door) but Alistair, much to Robin's horror, is FALLING.

Bombshell by Sarah MacLean--Another one that really works. Caleb has longed for Sesily from afar for years, but they're friends via his friendship with her sister. They start boning, and it goes from there.

How to Marry a Marquess by Stacy Reid--In this one, they're friends for years and she's clearly in love with him, but he believes she won't be able to handle the public scorn of being with him because he recognized and raises his illegitimate daughter and is a pariah. She pretends she's trying to attract someone else so he'll teach her how to attract a man, and... The big P in V is kind of slow burn, but they definitely get up to shit before that.

When the Duke Was Wicked by Lorraine Heath--Another one where the heroine is in love with the hero and trying to get him to help her find a husband, but this one is less sex lessons and more "shit accidentally got outta hand" (Rum On Lips TM). Lovingdon is nine years older than Grace but they're friends through their families; she's a lovely young lady, and he's a total rake because his wife and child died. They start... doing stuff and things.... as he tries to help her find a man lol.

Contemporary:

Reckless by Stella Rhys--Lol a perfect match. In this one the hero is a high-powered sports agent, and the heroine is his go-to work wife assistant who's become like, his closest friend. Then, while they're on a company trip she invited her fiance to join her on, she finds out her fiance is cheating on her, and she and dude hang out as he comforts her, and shit gets charged... And then shortly after he offers to fuck her in his office for funsies and things go from there lol.

Friends Don't Fall in Love by Erin Hahn--In this one, the hero was friends with the heroine's boyfriend (fiancee?) first. Her man was a country singer, she was a rising country star, and the hero wrote songs for her dude. Then she took a stand against gun violence asshole dumps her, she hooks up with the friend guy for one night, and then they go their separate ways... Until years later, when he's her landlord, she begins plotting a return to music, and she finds out he's been writing the erotic instagram poetry she's been into lmao. They start hooking up, but obviously, there's MORE.

Give Me More by Sara Cate--Hunter and Isabel have been married a good while, and they're on a road trip with their best friend Drake, who's been friends with Isabel since she met Hunter and friends with Hunter since they were kids. Hunter sees Drake and Isabel in a compromising situation (that isn't what it looks like, genuinely lol) and realizes he likes that... And he thinks he likes being cucked and watching them fuck, but it's actually that they're all in love with each other and he's bi and won't admit it to himself. DELICIOUS. BOOK. SO. HOT. SO. ANGSTY.

Exposed by Kristen Callihan--More frenemies to FWB to lovers, but still. The heroine has been doing PR for this major rock band the hero is a part of, and they've been a part of the same friend group since they were kids but hate each other. After he overhears her at a bar being like "JESUS CHRIST I NEED TO BE FUCKED WELL" he volunteers. It's.... hot. And of course the super hot sex turns into love, lol.

#romance novel blogging #romance novels #book recs

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