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slut4tangerine · 2 years

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good kind of butterflies

— pairing: Topper Thornton x Reader

— type: fluff & slight angst

— summary: Topper takes you to a party, but nothing really goes as planned.

— a/n: this is the FINAL part to this mini series.

— warnings: cursing // name calling // mentions of alcohol // if i missed anything please lmk

part 1 // part 2

Living with Topper was probably one of the best decisions you’d ever made. Movie nights every weekend, just like when you guys were younger. It was exactly how you’d remembered your childhood, but better.

A couple weeks had gone by since your breakup with JJ, and to be completely honest, you’ve never been happier.

You hadn’t thought about JJ in weeks. As far as you were concerned, he was nonexistent. You were more focused on Topper, your bestfriend, housemate and… crush??? Maybe? It’s all a bit confusing.

Some days you’d wake up and see Topper standing in the kitchen shirtless, making you both some breakfast. Sure, it was odd at first, but after a while you started getting used to it.

You knew you shouldn’t be enjoying the view as much as you did. I mean, he’s your bestfriend after all.

What you both had was just a platonic kind of love… or is that what you convinced yourself it was to avoid any sort of confrontation?

Maybe it was just because it was your first time moving in with someone and it just being you two; no one else invading your space.

Or maybe it was the fact that he was the only one who was there for you after your breakup.

You weren’t entirely sure what you were feeling for the boy, but you did know that you needed time to process whatever platonic feelings you had for him that were now suddenly changing into romantic ones.

“Princess” Topper knocked on the door to your room, awaiting approval to enter.

“Come in” You said just loud enough for him to hear.

He entered your room and saw that you were laying under the covers watching “Do Revenge”. He swiftly made his way to your bed and sat at the end of it, causing you to pause the movie.

“Can I assist you?” you said as you sat up and fixed your hair so it wasn’t in your face.

“Do you want to go to a party tonight? You haven’t been to one in a while and you most definitely deserve a night of fun” he suggested, grabbing your throw pillow and messing with the ends of it.

“Why not? I’ve rewatched this movie like 3 times already anyways” you shrugged as you kicked your feet over the edge of the bed and got on your feet.

“Okay, be ready by 6” Topper left your room and shut the door, allowing you to get ready.

You figured that you would wear something ✨spicy✨ since you hadn’t really been out in a while and you most definitely needed your confidence back.

You opted for a black tight-fitted dress that accentuated your curves in all of the right places. After fixing your hair a bit and putting on some light makeup, you went downstairs to go to the party.

You saw the back of Topper’s head as he sat on the couch, likely scrolling through his phone.

“I’m ready” you said, causing Topper to get up and head for the door, his eyes not leaving his phone once.

He held the door open for you and turned his phone off. After locking the door to the house and turning around to head to the car, he saw you.

He had never seen you this dressed up all except for one time; when you were celebrating your 1 year anniversary with JJ.

His mouth went dry at the sight of you, his jaw hanging open until you turned around and smiled.

“Come on, chauffeur. This car ain’t gonna get to the party itself” you joked, grabbing Topper’s attention.

“Oh, yeah. Mhm” Topper swallowed whatever was in his throat, and marched toward the car.

- at the party -

Once you both arrived at the party, Topper immediately went to grab you both some drinks, telling you to stay near the entrance.

“What’s up, Top?” Rafe patted Topper on the shoulder, causing him to turn around.

“Yo what’s up, Cameron?”

“What’s goin’ on? I ain’t seen you in a minute” Rafe slurred, clearly drunk.

“Im sorry, man. I’ve been busy with Y/n and-”

“Y/n? Wait you mean like Y/n L/n?” Rafe looked confused by Topper’s words, as Topper nodded, equally as confused.

“Y/n as in the girl you’ve had a crush on since-” Rafe was interrupted by Topper’s hand flying to cover is mouth, refraining him from continuing his sentence.

“For fucks sake, yes Rafe! That’s the Y/n” Topper whisper shouted as Rafe swatted his hand away.

“Wait is she here? Like right now?” Rafe’s eyes wandered, trying to spot you anywhere.

“Yeah, she’s waiting for me to bring her a drink” Topper excused himself as he made his way back to you.

“A drink for ma lady” Topper jokingly bowed as he gave you your drink, causing you to giggle. God, he loved when you laughed. It was almost angelic.

“Why thank you, my good sir”

Topper offered to hold your drink for you to avoid anything happening to it. You both just wandered around, talking to random people.

“I’ll be right back” you said to Topper as you handed him your drink. He watched you walk away and he smiled to himself. You just looked so perfect.

You squeezed your way through people as you made your way to the bathroom. While sliding through a big group, you felt someone’s hand on your wrist. You looked back to see none other than JJ Maybank.

You immediately swatted his hand off of you.

“Get away from me” you told him.

“I know you don’t want to see me, but can we please talk?” you looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

“Why? So you can call me a whore again? Call me a cheater again?” you asked, moving a bit further away from him.

“Please, Y/n. I need to talk to you” JJ pleaded as you sighed.

“Fine, what do you want to talk about” you crossed your arms across your chest.

“I’m so sorry for everything. I spoke with Kie & John B. They told me that you felt left out. I’m sorry for no-”

“No” JJ looked at you extremely confused.

“What do you mean no?”

“You’re suddenly sorry because you decided to listen to your friends and hear what was going on from them instead of your girlfriend? Where was this when I tried explaining it to you, huh?” You were now shouting at him, making everyone’s attention turn to you and JJ.

“I gave you everything, JJ. I practically gave up the longest and best friendship I’ve ever had for you. I did all that, just to still get it thrown back in my face” Tears were beginning to form in your eyes as you shouted from all of the build up anger you had inside of you.

“Y/n stop scre-”

“Oh my gawd. I found her Top! You’re right, she does look beautiful tonight” Rafe’s voice boomed over the rest of the party as he made his way to the front of the circle.

You spotted Topper’s face in the crowd and you saw him try to make his way through as he face-palmed himself.

“Rafe-” Topper tried to guide Rafe away from the crowd, not wanting him to further explain.

“Come on, Top. Did you tell her that you’ve been inlo-” Rafe forgot everyone else was there as he nearly exposed Topper’s secret.

“Wait a moment… Why is she with that Pogue again?” Rafe turned to Topper.

“Are they back together? Did that filthy Pogue steal your girl?” Rafe suddenly looked shocked and he looked between you, JJ & Topper.

“Rafe, let’s go” Topper managed to grab him and remove him from the circle entirely.

You just stood there shocked, not entirely sure what just happened.

“You’re with him now?!” JJ said through gritted teeth.

“That’s none of your business, Maybank. If I am, it’s none of your concern”

“I’m done with this conversation. Have a great life, Maybank” you said sarcastically as you pushed him away as walked away.

You continued to the bathroom, your initial destination before you were quite rudely interrupted.

You locked yourself in the small room, immediately sliding against the door, tears beginning to fall.

Tonight wasn’t supposed to go like this. You were supposed to have fun, but instead you were left in pure anger & embarrassment. God, how you hated JJ Maybank.

After wiping your tears and exiting the bathroom, you were met with Topper’s figure.

“You okay, Princess?” Topper looked down at you and you immediately hugged him.

“I want to go home” you mumbled into his shirt.

“Let’s go home then, Princess”

- back at home -

You went straight to your room and removed your makeup and changed into some sweatpants and a sweatshirt. You cursed yourself for wearing waterproof mascara, as it left small black smudges on your under eyes.

You laid in bed and stared at the ceiling as you thought about tonight’s events. Until you were brought out of your little thought bubble by the sound of knocking.

“Come in” you said just above a whisper.

Topper came in and sat on the edge of your bed, per usual.

“You okay?” His hand reached out and gently caressed yours as you shrugged.

“I mean I’ve been worse, so this is nothing” Topper nodded, staring at the floor.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you until you decided to speak up.

“What was Rafe going on about back there?” you looked into Topper’s eyes as he looked at you.

“Uhm- nothing. Don’t wor-”

“Topper Thornton, don’t lie to me” he knew you hated liars. He sighed.

“He was looking for you. That’s all” he shrugged and looked away.

“Somethings telling me that’s not the full truth…” you poked Topper in hopes of him revealing his “secret”.

“Y/n stop!” he shouted in the fit of giggles.

“Tell me!” you laughed as you poked & tickles him harder.

“Fine! He was looking for you because he was going to tell you something about me” you stopped.

“What do you mean?” Topper took a deep breath and sighed.

“Y/n, I’m in love with you. God, I’ve been in love with you since freshman year” You just stared at him as he spoke.

To your knowledge, he wasn’t interested in you at all. He only saw you as a little sister. Maybe that was just his coverup.

“You’ve really been the only person that’s been there for me since 4th grade. Everyone else gave up. I tried so hard to get over you, I really did, but nothing seemed to work” he reached out and held your hand while you were still in shock.

“Topper-” you started.

“Y/n I know you probably don’t feel the same, but I’m just so tired of having to lie and hide how I really feel about you”

“I’m in love with you too, you goofball. I have been since sophomore year. I needed to get over you, as you were out of my league. That’s when I started dating JJ. After we broke up and you offered to let me move in, all of those feelings I felt for you came rushing back” you felt his thumb glide across the back of your hand.

“I tried to hide it, since I didn’t want to ruin our friendship in case you didn’t feel the same, but seeing you everyday just made it so much harder” he only smiled at you.

“But I do love you, Topper. You’ve been my #1 since day 1, my best friend & now my biggest crush” you smiled as he leaned in to kiss you.

His lips pressed against yours as his arms moved to hold your waist, with yours holding the back of his neck.

Your body felt warm all over; this was a new feeling for sure. The kiss was soft & gentle. You felt butterflies; this time it was the good kind.

After pulling away from the kiss, Topper snuggled next to you in bed.

“Woah woah woah, what do you think you’re doing?” you jokingly questioned him.

“Uhh- laying in bed with my girlfriend??”

“Who said I was your girlfriend? You never asked”

“Ah, yes. My apologies, ma lady” Topper apologized as he got up and got down on one knee in front of you.

“Princess Y/n L/n, will you accept this goofball to be your loving boyfriend” Topper spoke in a fancy accent as he presented you with a… rock?

“Of course” you grabbed the rock and placed it on your bedside table as he got up and playfully tackled you onto your bed, kissing you once more as smile grew on both of your faces.

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saltwater-and-woodsmoke · 2 years

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Drunken Confessions || Austin North

Austin’s girlfriend comes home from a night out and spills some secrets

Warnings: fluff, talking about having a family.

I am in the process of moving my writing from my main blog to this one. This is a repost of an old post with some edits.

Austin tried to keep a serious face when his girlfriend of seven years came stumbling into their shared apartment. It was an unusually cool October Friday night, or rather Saturday morning, and Ellie had just arrived home from “girls night” with Madelyn, Bailey, and Elaine. He couldn’t help but wonder if his friends were dealing with the same thing, or if it was just his girlfriend who could barely stand up.

“Well it looks like someone had fun tonight” he murmured as he wrapped his arms around her in an attempt to help her stand up straight. “I’d say let’s go to bed right now, but I think I need to get some water in you.”

“Noooo. I wanna go to bed” her voice came out as more of a whine than anything. He held back a laugh as he sat her down on the couch, watching as she sank down into the plush cushions. He walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a glass, filling it with water and silently grabbing two advil before walking over to her.

“I’ll make you a deal, pretty girl, take these and drink all of the water and then we can go to bed, okay?” He told her, handing her both the cup and the medicine and watching as she downed them.

“Bed now?” She asked, looking up at him those same green eyes he’d fallen in love with, clearly on the verge of falling asleep. He smiled, nodding his head as he helped her up and walked her to the bedroom, helping her change her clothes and sitting her on her side of the bed.

“Stay right here. I’m gonna take your makeup off.” He told her before walking into the bathroom and grabbing her makeup wipes. It wasn’t the first time he’d had to take his drunk girlfriend's makeup off in the five years they’d lived together. Deep down, he knew that most men would be complaining about taking care of their drunk significant other, but to him it meant that she’d had fun with the girls, and after the last couple of months, she’d needed that.

He padded back across the hall to the bedroom and again tried not to laugh as he wiped her makeup off and she pulled a face at him. Finally, he moved the blankets and got her properly in bed before removing his own shirt and crawling in beside her, moving to wrap his arms around her. He couldn’t help but smile as she scooted closer to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you for taking care of me, baby” she told him.

“You know I’ll always take care of you.” he mumbled, face squished into his pillow. “Until the end of time baby.” A soft kiss was pressed against his jaw as she hummed in response.

“Austin, can I tell you a secret?” Her voice was low. He just hummed in response, starting to feel sleep take over him. “I want a baby.” If Austin was asleep in any form, he was awake now. He could feel the panic form in his stomach. They were barely twenty-five, were they even ready for that? A million thoughts rushed through his head as he processed the four words she’d just said.

“Hmm, we have a baby. He’s about 45 pounds right now, black, chews on shoes” he gestures vaguely towards the side of the room where their black lab mix, Cruz, was asleep in his bed with his head hanging out on the hardwood floor.

“No, I mean a human baby.” She told him, continuing to kiss his jaw. She knew she wasn’t going to get anything out of him tonight, it was an unspoken rule they had. ‘No sex if one of us is drunk’.

“That sounds complicated. They don’t sell those in stores, Ellie.” He mumbled.l “and besides, I brought it up two years ago when we had the scare and you said you wanted to be married before we had a baby.”

“I know what I said, but I know what I want, now.” She told him, again practically whining. “And that’s a baby, with you. A tiny human that’s half of me, half of you and don’t you dare try to pull that “kids don’t like me” bullshit. I’ve seen you with your nephew. Your eyes light up when you see him.”

“I think it’s time to go to sleep, Ellie.” He told her.

“I want a baby” she told him again, like he hadn’t heard her the first two times she’d said it.

“I know, Eleanor, I know. But let’s go to sleep now.” He was trying not to laugh. A pout sat on her lips as she looked at him.

“But I want a baby.” Her voice was soft, but still had a touch of a whine to it.

“Eleanor Renee, I will gladly give you a baby but you have to be coherent for that. So we can talk about it tomorrow, but please, go to sleep” He moved to place his lips on hers, pouting when she turned her head away from him.

“You promise?” Her green eyes looking up at him.

“I promise” he chuckled,

She pressed her lips against his quickly moved to turn her back to him, pressing herself as closely to him as she could. “Love you”

“I love you too.” and then, she was asleep.

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pankowperfection · 2 years

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Birthday Wish

Summary: Austin has always wanted you to take more initiative in the bedroom, so for his birthday you decide to give him what he wants

Warnings: smut, mentions of sex toy use, girl riding her man, 18+

You had been dating Austin for almost a year. His dominating personality in the bedroom worked well for you, you didn't really prefer to be in charge. You enjoyed how he just took what he wanted from your body while giving you immense pleasure. He had asked you on multiple occasions to get on top, and while you tried you could just never find a rhythm or motion that worked for you or that you could sustain. A failed attempt just made you self conscious, effectively ruining the mood and leaving you both frustrated.

After talking to several of your friends and doing lots of research online, you decided to surprise Austin for his birthday with what he wanted most, you riding him. In the weeks leading up to his day you bought a dildo with a suction cup base, practicing as much as you could until you found just the right way to move your hips to get yourself off. You just hoped it would feel amazing for him as well. You had a few other surprises lined up as well, wanting to show Austin just how much he meant to you.

"Wake up baby," you murmur in his ear, trailing wet kisses over his jaw before reaching his lips. His eyes open sleepily, reaching up and softly stroking the hair out of your face. "Good morning beautiful," he gives you a quick kiss, smiling back at you. "Happy birthday Austin. I love you. Now get up and get dressed, we have a busy day ahead of us." He groans as you get out of the bed, pulling you back down on top of him then quickly rolling you both over, supporting his weight on his arms as he hovers over your body. "But baby, what about my birthday sex?" You shove him away playfully, dodging his lips and forcing him to kiss your cheek and neck instead. "Later Aus- come on, go get ready." "Fine," he grumbles, heading into the closet as you marvel at his glorious form.

The two of you spent the day with Chase and Drew, you mostly acting as a chaperone to their drunken antics. Watching Austin laugh and dance to the music, looking so carefree and happy, you couldn't help but fall a little more in love with him. Just around midnight he stumbles his way over to you, leaning against the table for support as you bite back a laugh. "Y/n, baby, beautiful. Will you please take me home? Want my birthday sex now." He leans down and kisses you sloppily, all tongue as he attempts to make out with you. You push him away laughing, standing up and wrapping your arms around him. "Alright boys, I'm taking Austin home. Do you want me to call you an Uber?" "Nah we're good!" Chase yells, pulling Drew back to the dance floor.

The drive home seems to sober him up thankfully, his hand tracing patterns into your bare thigh as you drive back to your shared apartment. "Aussie - you're driving me crazy," you groan, his fingers now toying with the crotch of your shorts. "Good, want you to be nice and wet f' me." He pulls the material to the side, lazily dragging his fingers up and down through your wet folds as you struggle to focus on the road. When you finally park he is eager to get you up the stairs, lips connecting with yours as soon as you cross into the bedroom. He slips into his usual roll, shoving you down onto the bed and crawling up over your body. "Gonna ruin you princess," his voice is lower and thick with lust, bolts of electricity shooting to your core. You take him by surprise, rolling him to his back and straddling his hips, erection already pressing into your ass. "Not tonight baby. Tonight, I'm gonna ruin you."

His eyes darken at your words, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he watches you peel off your shirt. The rest of your clothes follow quickly, his hands finding your breasts and massaging them lightly. "God you're so hot. Look so pretty on top of me." His praise only spurs you on more, leaning down and connecting your lips in a passionate kiss as you start to rock your hips over his length. When your tongue enters his mouth he moans, hands kneading your ass and helping you grind against him. You let him sit up to remove his shirt, your lips leaving a wet path down his neck to his chest. You lick and kiss over his midsection, teasing around the waistband of his jeans. "Baby please," he groans, thrusting his hips up and hoping for some friction. "Aw Austin, don't worry I'll take care of you."

You undo his button and zipper slowly, wanting to make him more desperate for your touch. He lifts his hips slightly so you can peel the material down his long, muscular legs. His cock springs out and lands against his abs, tip already leaking pre-cum that you can't resist licking off. "Fuck," his hands tangle in your hair as you swirl your tongue around his shaft, swallowing him down until your nose touches his pelvis. You set a torturous pace, sliding your mouth up and down slowly as he fights to stay still. After a few minutes of teasing you release him, crawling up to hover over his length as he watches you with lust filled eyes.

You sink down just enough for the tip to go inside, moaning loudly at the delicious stretch. His hands grip your hips tightly, abs flexed as he resists ramming up into you and taking control. You drop your hips all the way down, filling yourself up and gasping at the fullness. "Austin, fuck. You're so big." He moans again, eyes blazing as he takes in the sight of you on top of him. Rather than bouncing up and down, you wind your hips in a wide circle, his cock rubbing every inch of your walls and sending pleasure singing through your veins. "Shit, sweetheart. Squeezing me so tight already." His hands guide your movements, helping you rotate on his lap. As you get closer to the edge you start to bounce up and down, riding him fast and hard as your mixed sounds of pleasure with skin meeting skin fill the room.

"Fuck yes, y/n just like that." One of his hands finds your clit, rubbing harsh circles as you continue to bounce up and down on his length. He starts meeting your thrusts, moving in sync with your body and making his cock hit deeper inside you. "Shit Austin, I'm gonna cum." "That's it baby, give it to me." A few thrusts later and your body trembles, curses falling from your lips as you soak him with your release. He can't resist the way you're milking him, following you into bliss as he fills you up. You collapse onto him breathless, both of your bodies covered in a light sheen of sweat as you come down. "Best birthday ever," he mutters, kissing your forehead sweetly. "Glad I could make it perfect for you baby."

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adventuresinobx · 2 years

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Sunsets

Austin North x fem!reader

Summary: Austin loves having quiet nights out with you, watching the sunset together, just like you love 🥰

A/N: Can’t believe it’s taken me so long to write an Austin story but here we go! Hope you like it ❤️

Warnings: Nothing, this is just pure fluff.

You and Austin liked to spend your evenings doing coupley things. You were lucky; you didn’t have an office / base so when Austin filmed in Charleston, you could join him in the city he called home for several months. You rarely got to go to work with him though; he was always super busy on set and you worked from home - well his apartment - during the day. The wifi was decent in his trailer, but not good enough for a full time work shift of Zoom meetings and don’t even let you get started on how NOISY he was. In fact, you preferred when he was at work on the days you had meetings.

But when you both finished for the day, Austin would be straight back to the house to pick you up and head to the beach with you. Some nights, you’d grab the picnic you made during your lunch break and chuck it in the back of the car, before he drove out to your favourite beach - the quietest one in the area. You two would have music blaring in the car, singing your hearts out as he drove along the bridge towards the beach.

The sun was slowly setting, just in the early stages of it, but the two of you raced in the car to the beach, desperate to catch the full sunset. Golden hour looked so good on Austin, but it was his company that you loved the most. He handed you the bag of blankets from the back of the car, him carrying the hamper as he headed to the place where you both liked to chill. It was your spot - and it was perfectly secluded.

Once you walked the length of the beach from the car park, you arrived at your favourite spot and immediately set to work on laying the blankets down for both of you to sit on. You saved another blanket, which you sometimes used to keep yourself warm after the sun had set. He put the hamper down on the edge of the blanket, taking the things you packed out of it and smiling as he realised you packed his favourite snack ever.

“Rushed to the shops to get some today,” you said gleefully, as he leant in to press a kiss against your lips to say thank you for the present.

“You’re the best baby,” he replied, running his hand through your hair and letting it rest on your cheek for a few moments. Gosh he was so cute, you thought to yourself as you turned your head to kiss the palm of his hand softly. He always loved that and would go weak at the feeling of your lips on his skin.

Once everything was settled and in place, you sat down on the blanket, him taking a seat next to you. He had his legs crossed, knees up and he was leaning on his knees with his elbows. You immediately found your comfy position, leaning on one of his legs, your head resting on his shoulder as you both looked towards the sea. You caught him briefly flicking his eyes over to look at you a few times; you doing the exact same to him too every now and again - he was just addictive.

“How was work?” you asked after a few moments of comfortable silence, your hand rubbing up and down his arm, something he really loved. As you listened to him wax lyrical about today’s shoot and how “Topper deserves a break, he’s not a bad guy”, you started to draw little shapes on his skin with your finger. He loved that, and he’d always do it on your back when the two of you were laying in bed together cuddling.

You loved hearing him talk about work, he was so passionate about his career. But you still took the mick out of him for his Disney Channel days. Like when he had to say his full name - at the doctors, on the phone, filming promo videos for the show. “Hey, I’m Austin North-“ he’d start to say, and before he could add any more, you’d always look over and mouth “and you’re watching the Disney Channel”. He knew it was in good faith though and he found it just as funny as you did.

He flung his arm over your shoulder once the wind started picking up, feeding you the strawberries you had packed for dessert with his other hand. You reached in to the punnet to get some for him too. If you had been watching this from the outside, you’d been cringing hard but because it was you and him, you thought it was the most adorable thing in the entire world.

“You’re getting goosebumps baby, are you cold?” he asked, rubbing your arm as he paused his watching of the golden hues disappear into the horizon to check that you were ok. He looked at you, his eyes meeting yours as he offered a warm smile. He leant in and kissed you softly on the lips, holding his lips against yours for a moment as he snuggled up to you.

He pulled away from you for a moment, just to reach forward and get the hoodie he packed for you out of the bag. It was one of his favourites; he’d had it for years now, but it was your comfort one and he would never not let you have it if you wanted it. You didn’t have to ask this time, he knew you well enough to know when you were getting cold. He pulled the blanket up that you’d both reserved to cover your legs up and he handed you his hoodie, your favourite one.

“Comfy?” he asked, turning to face you as he wrapped his arms tighter around you. He pulled away for a moment to look at you and how cute you looked in his clothing. He noticed you’d made the sleeves into sweater paws because you were so cold, but he didn’t dare tell you it was time to go because he knew you would have been angry if he ever cut the date short.

“More than you know,” you replied, placing your head on his shoulder, his arms around you as he rubbed your arms to keep you warm. He kept himself close to you, letting his body radiate heat onto yours.

“I love you,” he whispered, turning his head to press his lips against the crown of your head gently.

“I love you too,” you replied, watching the final oranges and yellows of the sunset fall beneath the clouds.

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landosgirl97 · 2 years

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Just Friends..or not? - Austin North Blurb

The one thing you were hoping for was that Austin would not come home right now. Your roommate seeing you in this situation would not be ideal. Your boyfriend was more pissed off than you had ever seen him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You think you can get away with texting other people?” He had seen the text from Austin flash across your screen and gotten on your phone to see the text messages. “We are just FRIENDS! Nothing more! If there was anything to be concerned about, I’d have told you!” “It sure doesn’t sound like friends!” He had backed you against the wall, a hand on each side of your face, pinning you in. “I-I don’t know what else to say! We are just friends!” You knew what was coming next before it even happened. His right hand moved off the wall, clenching and coming in contact with the wall next to your face just centimeters away from you as you flinched away. As soon as you were about to speak up, asking him to leave, I saw a hand shootout and landed on your boyfriend's wrist. “You need to leave. Now. I won’t ask twice,” Austin growled. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he wasn’t messing around. My boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, must have known too because he immediately backed away and left. As soon as he left, I let out a shaky breath I didn’t know I was holding and slid down the wall. Austin quickly pulled me into his arms, holding me tight as I cried. “Has he done things like this before?” he asked softly. I just nodded my head against his shoulder. “I’m so sorry about your wall, Aus. I’ll pay to fix it.”,you stated. He just shook his head, “Don’t even worry about it. I’m more concerned about you. What even happened?” You shook your head, “not important.” “No, tell me. What would have caused him to react that way?” “He thinks we are more than friends… your text came across my screen and he opened my texts. He said that’s not how ‘friends’ talk.” Austin shrugs, “well he’s not wrong.” I whipped around to face him. “What?” Austin sighs, “I flirt with you constantly and you flirt back. That’s not what roommates or friends do.”I didn’t realize you felt that way..” He grabs my hand, “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same as I just-“ I pull him into me with his hands and land a strong kiss on his lips. “I do. I always did.”

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lets just forget - topper thornton

A/N: I wrote this before szn 3 and just hadn't got around to posting it but this obviously does NOT take place in season 3 when topper is out of his mind

SUMMARY: you're sulking over your crush on JJ, topper is grieving his relationship with Sarah, and you're both alone together.

WORD COUNT: 0.5k

WARNINGS: pg-13 makeout

you, john b, pope, kie and jj were all sitting on john b’s porch, just talking. though, you weren’t saying much.

the sight of jj and kie sneaking glances at each other was practically making you sick. you hated that feeling. the feeling of someone having control over you. no one had ever had that control that jj did over you. and he didn’t even feel the same way.

you knew that. he obviously had feelings for kie, and you couldn’t blame him. she was great, and she was one of your closest friends.

of course, no one knew about your stupid little crush on jj. you had to keep up your reputation of not showing too much emotion.

kie and jj engaged in their own conversation, and you saw her push his shoulder playfully. that was your que. you stood up, “I’m gonna get going.” you grabbed a couple beers out of the cooler to go.

“see ya, y/n,” pope said, and you did your short handshake you two had made when you were in middle school.

you said bye to everyone else and left, walking along the street with no set destination. you didn’t really want to go home yet, so you ended up going to the beach. specifically the area that almost no one else knew about. the place you went when you wanted to be alone.

you sat down on the sand, twisting off the cap of your beer.

you watched the waves crash on the shore, taking a large gulp of the drink. “what’s got you drinking on the beach at 3 in the afternoon?” you glanced up to see the source of the voice.

topper. he was a kook, and he was an asshole. that’s pretty much all you knew about him. “what do you care?”

he sat down next to you, leaning back on his elbows. “I don’t. just making conversation.”

you took another swig, “right.”

he leaned his head back, sighing deeply. you handed him your other beer, noticing that he looked like he needed it. “alright kook, I’ll bite. what’s up?”

“girlfriend left me for a pogue.” he said, bringing the bottle to his lips.

“oh right. john b mentioned sarah. that’s tough.” he nodded, gesturing for you to explain why you were on the beach.

you sighed, “it’s stupid. just stupid feelings that I don’t want to have for someone that I shouldn’t have them for.”

“well, I guess we can both agree that feelings suck.” he said, and you nodded in agreement.

“cheers to that,” you held up your beer, and he klinked his against it.

you looked over at him, eyes trailing down his body, noting how tight his t-shirt was. “we could always do something that would distract us… something to forget about our feelings,” you suggested, meeting his eyes with a smirk.

“oh yeah?” he asked, amusement twinkling in his eyes. you nodded. positioning yourself on his lap, and his hands went to your waist, finding their way under your t-shirt, lightly tracing your skin.

he hungrily smashed his lips to yours, your lips moving in sync. he moved his lips to your neck, pulling off your shirt in the process, and you fiddled with the button on his shorts hastily.

and I’m sure you can imagine the rest.

looking back on that day, you always laughed at the words you’d used. “forget about our feelings.” it was ironic. you guys had no idea that you would end up developing the strongest feelings you’d ever felt.

part 2

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The Boys of Summer 🥵🔥

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usetheeauthor · 2 years

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The Jezebel (Smut)

Switch!Topper Thornton x Dark!Fem!Reader

Summary: You’d do anything for money to get rich. Including trapping a kook like Topper into having a baby with you.

Word Count: 2.8k+

A/N: I’m getting such an unbelievable horniness for Topper that I hadn’t had before. Now that I’m noticing how incredibly hot he is, i want him to choke me. I know that this man fucks like Logan Pierce. 🥵🤭

Warnings: characters are 18+, minors DNI, DUB CON, mean!reader, mean! topper in the beginning, hate sex, beach sex, graphic language, belly bulge, alcohol consumption, drunk sex, mentions of heartbreak and cheating, topper being taken advantage of in his vulnerable state, oral (m receiving), bit of cock worship, slight praise kink, slight degradation kink, face fucking, saliva, kissing, biting, scratching, unprotected p in v, creampie, breeding kink, overstimulation

It was 3 am in the evening and Topper sat along the shore, drinking a pack of beers to himself. He was moping around about his precious little Sarah Cameron. It made you sick.

Why should girls like her have it all? She’s rich. Pretty. She gained your crush, John B’s affection. Topper still loved her despite her being a cheating bitch. It wasn’t fair. You wanted the odds to be in your favor for once. You hated being labeled as a Pogue wanting the privileges of the luxury life has to offer. You’d do anything to buy all the shoes and clothes you’d like.

You think you’ve found the meal ticket you’ve been looking for? Sitting drunkenly pretty on the shore, Topper cracks open his 4th beer while ranting to himself about who the hell cares.

You approached, showing feigned concern. He looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, a scowl on his face.

“What do you want, Pogue?” He takes a sip of the beverage.

“You’re here all by yourself. A drunken mess. Someone might take advantage of you.”

“Don’t care.” He shrugs.

You sit beside him in the sand. “All this over some girl that never wanted to fuck you in the first place?” You shook your head in pity for his poor, dumb mind. “She’s always had a thing for John B, ya know. I witnessed their love unfold at first hand. I knew they were together the whole time and I could’ve told you whenever I saw you. But I didn’t because I enjoyed your suffering. I bet what makes you angrier though isn’t the cheating. It’s the fact that makes he got to pop her cherry.”

Topper’s hand flings to your neck, gripping it tight. He’s on top of you and between your legs; your back against the sand. His hot breath tickling your lips. He breathes hard against you as if he’s trying to restrain himself. Gritting his teeth, he rips himself off of you and resumes drinking.

You smirk, sitting up again. “Guess I struck a nerve,” You scooted closer to him. Your voice is as alluring as a siren. “Ya know if I were still a virgin, I’d happily let you take it. In any way you’d like.”

He chuckles, darkly. “You couldn’t dare me to fuck a pogue.”

You were seething in your head. Did he have to make this so difficult to make this happen? You hated him with a passion. You wish you didn’t have to resort to this but it would be a huge opportunity for you and your family if you’d made a baby with a kook. This was going to take a lot of convincing.

“Oh, is that so?” You say, arms crossed. You get on your hands and knees, your lips near his ear. “You wouldn’t want to know how I’d feel around your thick cock? I know it’s thick because I can see you pitching a tent.” You palmed him through his swim shorts. He bites his lip to suppress a moan.

You can feel the heat giving off his body. Men are too fucking easy.

“I’m going for a swim.” He says in one shuddery breath.

Oh, you’ve got him bad. Pretty soon he’d be wrapped around your finger. Or you wrapped around him to be a bit vulgar.

He jumps into the body of water, letting himself cool down. You removed your clothes, leaving you only in your bra and panties as you hopped in, too. You swim after him noticing that he’d remained still just looking up at the night sky. You guessed that he was looking for you to chase him. On sane days, you wouldn’t dare chase the likes of him. Today, you needed to seal the deal while you could.

“You whores are all the same. You take advantage of a guy who could treat you right all for what…trash. I’ve given her nothing but my love, affection, support and she sneaks around and fucks him.”

You rolled your eyes. Not this ‘nice guys finish last’ BS. “Fuck you, Topper. Your girlfriend cheated on you. She did a shitty thing. True. But don’t go blaming this on the entire female population. Besides, I honestly don’t blame her for fucking John B. He seems like he can really handle a woman. As for you,” You look him up and down, chuckling. “You seem really fucking vanilla.”

“Fuck you.” He sneers.

“That’s what I’ve been hoping for.”

He stares at you. If you hadn’t known any better, you would say that there was a faint shade of crimson on his cheeks. When he wasn’t talking like a goddamn loser, he actually looked really cute. The movie star chin, the neat blonde hair, his blue eyes that reflected so beautiful under moonlight along with his delicious looking abs.

Oh, god. Were you really getting turned on by this fool? You don’t give yourself a second to ponder, closing the gap between your bodies. Your fingers intertwine in his damp hair tugging on it to bring his lips down to yours.

The kiss immediately grew sloppy. Tongues battling for dominance. You could taste the beer on his tongue and it was absolutely intoxicating. The cold body of water felt like nothing with his skin again yours. You needed him badly, an aching between your legs present.

He pulls away from the kiss, smirking when he noticed you chasing his lips. “Let’s get out of here.”

You nod.

You both swam to shore. Once you made it, you immediately attacked his lips once again sending him falling back into the sand and you on top of him. You weren’t so sure why you’d gone so feral for him but you simplified it down to not having had any sex in the past few months.

He break the kiss once again, you groan against his lips. “I meant, let’s get out of this place. Like to my car or my place.”

“Your place is too far for how badly I want this. And I’m not fucking you in your car. I’m not some dirty slut that you get to pump and dump in the back of your car.”

“So, you’d want to do this here? For anyone to see us?”

“It’s fine,” You say, kissing his neck. “No one will see. If they do, let them watch.” You bite him at that last part.

He chokes out a moan. “You’re killing me.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” You sat up, right on top of his clothed erection and ground down hard. You earn another moan from him. “You sound as pretty as you look. I bet that cock’s pretty, too.”

You repeated ground against him over and over. God, he felt so good against you. Prodding shallowly yet blissfully at your clothed entrance.

“Fuck, those panties aren’t even off and I could feel how soaked you are. Making a mess all over my shorts.” He makes an attempt to put his fingers under you to put your panties to the side. You slapped his hand away.

“No. I’m the one in control for tonight. Just like how your ex-girlfriend ran you, I’ll run you, too,” Your hands find the waistband to his shorts, pulling them down while you simultaneously slid down his body. “You’re gonna be my good little sub and take what I give you.”

His dick springs free from its prison, slapping against his stomach with a heavy thud. Just as you thought…his dick was pretty, too.

You licked your lips. “Stand up for me. I’ll give you this one chance to show me you aren’t so vanilla.”

He obeys. You take him in your hands, studying his hard member. It was definitely as thick as a soda can. Not too long but long enough to touch parts of you that even your dildo at home couldn’t reach. He has some pubic hair which was surprising because you assumed he’d groom his entire body of any hair like some prepubescent boy. You found it kind of manly of him.

He ruts his dick closer to your face. You drag your nails down the v-line of his waist. “Stop being so impatient.”

Noticing the juicy large vein on the side of his dick, your tongue makes the decision before you do to explore it first. He hisses and hums a moan at the feeling of your tongue.

He tastes so good. You waste no time tasting more of him, wrapping your lips around his large pink tip. You suckle at it, collecting the taste of his precum on your tongue.

“Fuck my mouth.” You command him. He nearly came from your derogatory language. Placing a hand on each of his thigh as support, you look up at him doe-eyed with your tongue sticking all the way out.

He looks down at you. Your eyes darkened almost demonic. If he hadn’t known any better, he’s guessed that you were a succubus. He takes a large hand, tilting you chin up. Taking himself in his hands, he guides his cock into your warm mouth, gliding it back and forth on your tongue.

You moaned at the full taste of him. You wanted to suck him dry but you didn’t want to waste a drop of cum reserved for your pussy.

He picks up the pace, stroking faster into your mouth. A large hand cupping the back of your head. You clasped your mouth tightly around him as he trusted harder and faster into your mouth. Your moans sending vibrations to the base, making his toes curl in the sand.

“Mmm, fuck.” The wet suction sounds of you gagging and suckling around him, eggs him on.

You bring one hand between your legs, toying with your clit to relieve the pain of him not being inside you. His moans and whimpers did not help your situation. You couldn’t understand how the hell Sarah had been strong enough not to fuck him when he sounded this heavenly when in pleasure.

He’s thrusting feverishly into your mouth. His cries becoming louder. Your saliva running down your chin with each thrust. He found you so beautiful like this being used for his enjoyment. If you’d let him, he’d ruin you the whole time through. Instead, he’ll let you enjoy your moments of dominance.

You tug at his balls and he let’s out a loud groan. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

You pull away from him, tearing his hands from your hair. “You’re not coming in my mouth. Lay back.”

He listens again, using your piles of clothes on the floor as a blanket and laying back against it. You unhook you bra and he sits back, watching in awe. He wanted them in his mouth. Next was your underwear which had not only been drenched by the water but by your slickness.

You climb on top of him, sopping cunt over his painfully hard cock. His fingertips dig into your waist, resisting himself from slamming his length into you. “Thank me.”

“For what?” He scoffs.

“For giving you this Pogue pussy.“

You take his shaft lowering yourself enough so that his tip was inside. You clenched around him

“Unnh, that’s so good.” He throws his head back.

“I know it is. Now thank me or I’ll hop off right now.” You weren’t sure if you wanted to if he did choose not to say it. You were addicted with the feeling of him inside you, stretching you. But he didn’t need to know that.

“Thank you. Fuck! Thank you.” He groans, a mixture of frustration and lust in his tone.

You lower yourself even more. “Do you know how absolutely appetizing you sound right now? I wanna make you cry like the little bitch you are.”

You bounced up and down on his cock. His moans getting louder. He’s hitting deep parts within you like a wreaking ball crashing through walls.

You can’t stop yourself from groaning, too. You were dickmatized, looking down at him as if he’s your whole world. You circe your hips then rocked back and forth, his hands on your hips guiding you on his cock.

He looks down between your bodies watching your slick creamy arousal, coating his shaft. It glistens in the moonlight and it’s a sight he plans on capturing in his memories.

“You look so fucking hot. Feel so good around me. Love stretching that tight pussy out.”

“Fuck yes, Topper. Keep talking to me like that baby. It’s so hot.” You drag angry red lines down chest, the frenzied thrusts increasing in power. The sounds of skin colliding and your squishy wetness consume the air.

He sits up, lowering his head to tease a hardened peak with his long, fat tongue and thrusts up into you, meeting your rhythmic bouncing.

“Tell me you love me.” He whimpers. Noticing your confused look, he continues. “I need to hear it. I need to feel wanted.”

“I love you, Topper.”

He gives one hard thrust, causing you to gasp.

“Say like you mean it.”

You crash your lips into his, nipping and tasting the soft pink flesh. “I fucking love you, Topper,” Wrapping your arms around his back, clawing at it. “Your such a good boy. Love how good you feel inside me. Love it so much.” Your literally sobbing at how good this was.

He runs a hand down to your tummy, feeling himself thrust against you while the thumb hung down to frantically rub at your clit. You nearly lifted off of him at the contact. You were the one in charge here but he’d sneakily found his chance to be the one in charge not that you were complaining.

His tongue and mouth continue to tease your swollen nipples, thumb toying with your clit and you felt like you were in overload. Then, he takes the other free hand grasping your butt and circles a finger around your puckered hole. He pushes a middle finger in and you bit into his shoulder, then bring your lips o his ears.

You can feel yourself slowly approaching your end and by the looks of his face, he was too. You knew he needed more though.

“I love you, Topper. I want you so badly.” You kiss his earlobe. Your sweaty bodies slick against each other as the rhythm becomes sloppy.

Shit, you were getting so close. So very close.

“I’m gonna cum, baby.” He pants.

“Cum for me. I want it deep inside of me. I don’t want a drop waste outside of this pussy. Give me your cum, daddy. Please.” You sounded so pathetic whimpering for a man you hated not too long ago. But if he made you feel this good there was no way you could hate him.

“I shouldn’t.”

You shove his back down to the ground, interlocking your fingers with his and riding him for dear life, your clit running over the defined v-line.

“Oh fuck. Oh god, I’m coming. ” He says in a breath whisper, tears prickling his eyes. His back arches, head thrown back and cock bottoming out into you as spurt after spurt of warm cum paints your walls.

This sends you of into your own orgasm. You’re shaking and trembling against him. A flood of your arousal wetting between your thighs and his thighs. You milk him for all he’s worth. “Fuck. Yes. Topper. That’s it make me a mommy. Pump me full of your babies!” You called out into the the midnight sky. You were sure neighbors nearby could’ve heard most of that.

Despite what he’d heard you said, he still found himself stroking desperately into your quivering core letting you wring him dry. A staccato of breaths is what your reduced to as he settles for a few more thrusts and until he softens in you.

You tried swinging your legs over him to remove yourself when he holds you down to him.

“Wait, you said every last drop. Let’s keep me in here so that we’re sure that you’ll get pregnant.”

You look down at him wide-eyed. “You don’t care?”

“Nah. I want this to happen. Besides, this just means you won’t be able to leave my side.” He smirks, still heaving from exhaustion.

He flips you both around so that you are on your back now. “I think I’ve been meaning to show you just how far from vanilla I am.” He thrusts into you and he’s hard again. The mixture of your juices squelching with each thrust. “Babygirl, it’s gonna be a looong night.”

That night you learned that the kook had some fire in him after all. He gladly showed you the mistake you’ve made in trapping him because he planned to keep you as his forever whether you liked it or not.

But boy did you love it.

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topperscumslut · 2 years

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Masterlist

So i decided to finally make a masterlist of all of my fics cuz they tend to get lost in my feed amongst every other bullshit fandom thought that i post and all of the things i reblog from other people so here we go

last updated: 05/06/24

Outer Banks

Topper Thornton

Let Me Take Care of You (pt 1) (SMUT)

Let Me Take Care of You (pt 2) (SMUT)

Dress (SMUT)

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

You Shook Me All Night Long (SMUT)

The Umbrella Academy

Five Hargreeves

Marshmallows (SMUT)

That 90s Show

Jay Kelso

My Idiot (FLUFF)

Big Reputation (FLUFF)

Scream (1996)

Billy Loomis AND Stu Macher

Guilty as Sin? (Stu x Reader x Billy) (SMUT)

Randy Meeks

Broken (SMUT) (Vaginismus friendly!)

The Hunger Games

Marvel Sanford

Can You Stay the Night? (SMUT)

Dating Marvel Sanford Would Include (Headcanon) (SMUT/FLUFF)

Sejanus Plinth

Kiss Me With Your Eyes Closed (FLUFF/ANGST)

Nicky Ricky Dicky and Dawn

All Quads

The Quads Taking Care of Their S/O Who Can’t Sleep (Headcanon) (FLUFF)

Aged Up!Quads as Stoners (Headcanon) (NSFW due to drug mention, NO smut) (no reader mentioned)

Nicky Harper

Disaster (FLUFF)

Dating Nicky Harper Would Include (headcanon) (FLUFF) (lightly implied AGED UP smut)

SNL

Bill Hader

Flip the Script (SMUT)

Impractical Jokers

Self Insert w/ young!Sal Vulcano/90s AU

Prepare For Something Amazing (FLUFF) (light angst) (multiple chapter fic)

disclaimer: everything i write for characters that are minors (even fluff, or even if the actors are adults) are aged up!!

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honeybear-yammy · 1 year

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𝐓𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Imagines, Blurbs & Drabbles

↳ Little Letter *

↳ In The Car $

↳ Sunsets & Red Wine $

↳ All Wrapped In Tinsel $

↳ Soft & Loving $*

Series/Parters

↳ Tease ($): One | Two (finished)

Headcannons

↳ nothing yet...

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willowrites · 10 months

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So, a few years ago I broke up with this guy that I dated for a long time when I was younger and I'm starting to think about dating again now. My biggest celebrity crush at the moment is Austin Butler and someday I had a silly thought about how good would be if my next bf had his looks, lol. But it gave me this idea to come here to ask if you could write something like that, the reader finding out a new and more mature love with Austin and really falling hard for him! :)

treasure

PAIRINGS. austin x reader

SUMMARY. what you thought was going to be a normal day out in LA turned out to be a life changing one with a good looking turnout …

TROPE. friends to lovers

WARNINGS. nothing, just some joking around and fluff!

Today will be a great day.

You told yourself.

You didn’t feel like sulking anymore. You wanted to be happy for you. You deserved it and you knew that.

You wanted to forget every fucked up thing that you experienced in your life because it’s a new beginning for you.

As Sharpay Evans said, “Out with the old and in with the new.”

You grabbed your tote that had all your essentials as well as your car keys and went out the door of your apartment.

You reached your car unlock it and climb in.

Once you got settled in you took time to figure out what you wanted to busy yourself with today.

There was going to see a movie which for once you didn't mind seeing alone, just going to get food and eating it in a park, going to a museum or a place of attraction, and of course shopping and like any other person that likes spending money; you went with the last option.

You drove yourself to a spot you knew in downtown LA. Not where everyone was usually at but more north. You found a parking space and paid your time on the meter before walking down.

You did some shopping finding some things that you knew you actually might enjoy wearing and bought them.

You tried things on seeing if this time you were going to get out of your comfort zone for some you could see yourself wearing them and for others, you decided maybe next time would be the time.

Once you agreed with yourself that you were done shopping you decided why not go to the main part of LA. You thought you could give it a try.

You wanted to walk on the stars and try to find some of your favorite celebrities.

You chose a parking meter next to a Starbucks so that afterward you can grab a quick drink before you headed back home.

You started walking down the walk of fame mentally calling out the different celebrities you knew like Frank Sinatra, Dolly Parton, Micheal Jackson, and The Beatles.

You stopped at this cute antique store more down towards the main area everyone was at and you decided to go in to see if you wanted to buy anything interesting.

You saw a phone shaped like a banana which seemed really cool but you didn’t know if you should buy it.

Then you saw some plates that were shaped and looked like music discs. You went ahead and grabbed those feeling like they belonged with you.

Then from the corner of your eye, your eyes landed on a transparent glass treasure chest the size of a toaster that you thought could be used as a little planter for plants.

You walked towards it and just as you were about to have your hands on it, a blond tall guy stepped in front of you separating you and the vintage trinket.

Shit.

You said to yourself. You knew you didn’t have the right to be upset at this guy but you couldn’t help it.

Loser.

You pretended to be interested in other things that were placed next to it but you couldn’t pull your eyes away from the chest.

“Cool huh?” You heard the boy speak, or should you say man because his voice was deep and heavenly to hear.

You sensed a southern drawl which you were surprised to hear since this was LA.

“Mhm.” You couldn’t help but murmur. No way was this treasure chest stealer trying to talk to you.

You chose not to look up because you didn’t want to be more bummed.

“What you have there?” The man says.

Oh my god. He’s going to go ahead and rub it in my face.

“None of your business.” You turned to him. You lost your breath.

You didn’t expect the treasure chest stealer to look as attractive as his voice. This man was…god.

Let’s just say he can do anything to me.

Except steak my antique.

You looked at the chest and the price tag. $110

Yeah also a reason why you don’t shop in LA.

You walked right past the mystery man taking your decorative plates. You checked out and started speed walking back toward where you parked.

You slowed down feeling a bit tired and needing a Starbucks drink.

You took sight of the Starbucks and while you were just about to head inside you felt a tap on your shoulder.

Being easily surprised you let out a tiny yelp and turned around to check where the tap came from clutching your plates like they were your child.

You had been happy because of your future Starbucks drink that you could nearly taste until your eyes met with newly familiar blue ones.

“Hi.” The blonde greeted.

Oh, you have to be kidding. He didn’t have enough 'rubbing it in my face' time back at the shop??

“Uh..hi.” You looked towards him feeling shyness takeover. The more you looked at him the more you recognized him and you’re not sure why.

“Look, um you seemed upset back there at the antique shop, and look I didn’t mean to like steal the antique from you I swear I just saw it and- and I thought like “Oh this looks cool!” And then yeah I saw you and you were looking at the other antique so I was like cool and then I noticed you were upset but not until you were out the door and I’m probably rambling but um..” This man can talk forever. You found it quite cute how he was talking really fast.

You were so focused on admiring his face that you didn’t notice what he was holding out.

“Here.” He said.

Your eyes landed on the transparent chest.

“Oh…no I can’t take this. Um sorry I didn’t mean to come off as rude I just saw it and- you know what it’s okay haha.” You were nervous now. He made you nervous. “I- um you keep it trust me you probably could use it more than I can.”

“You wanted it.” He replied.

“I did.” You admitted.

“Then keep it.” He insisted pushing the chest more in my direction.

“No, I’m okay you keep it you liked it.” You smiled politely.

“You liked it first.” This guy…

“I don’t have the money for it.” You were shy to admit that but it was true.

“Free.”

WHAT?

“No.” You rejected. Absolutely not. You wanted to feel independent and it started here. “It’s 110 dollars there’s no way. Um, have a nice day.” You walked into Starbucks.

What is this man doing to you?

You heard the door open. Please don’t be that gorgeous man. Please.

“Listen.” Fuck. “I want you to have it. You looked like you really wanted it so here take it.”

Then it hit you.

“Oh my god.” You tried to mask the shock that was written on your face.

This gorgeous man, his southern accent…he played Elvis.

Holy shit.

“What?” He was confused looking at himself to see if he had anything that was weird on him.

“Oh- uh uh nothing nothing.” You shrugged off. Let me just take it but this man a drink and leave. “I’ll take it only if I can treat you to a drink from here.”

He smiled. His smile was so…fuck what the fuck am I saying? “Okay and if you buy me a drink can I take you out to dinner?”

You gulped. Really loud you swear he heard.

“Um like a quick McDonald’s or…” You laughed nervously. You refused to believe this gorgeous man wanted to take you out.

He laughed. The sound was heavenly.

“No…like a nice dinner. Formal if you will.” He was searching my face for any reaction but I felt like my mouth was just open jaw dropped.

“Oh…” Did you want to? You asked yourself.

Your relationship ended not that long ago and even though you thought it was for the best you couldn’t help but feel an ache.

“If not that’s totally okay I’m sorry to have bothered you. I just, you’re really beautiful and quite funny and- and I just wanted to ask really quick. But feel free to just tell me to fuck off.” He was holding the chest so tight, there was anxiety written all over his face.

Maybe…just maybe you could do it. You didn’t want to nope around forever.

“Okay.”

6 months later

You and Austin had been talking for a few months now. Almost 6.

It’s been great. You haven’t kissed yet but honestly, you didn’t care. It feels like you guys have that intimacy when you two get to know each other.

Today he asked you over to his house. You’ve never been but you were excited. You got dressed not thinking too much about your outfit but still putting in effort.

You heard your phone ping from the kitchen of your apartment.

You ran towards it sliding on the floor with your socks before taking hold of the electronic.

austin 🤍

now

hey beautiful, im 10 minutes away can’t wait to see you

You thought you’d pass out then and there.

You quickly typed a text back.

austin 🤍

now

hi handsome okayyy ill be waiting

You set down your phone and made sure you had everything you needed.

Keys? Check. Purse? Check. Phone? Check.

Once you finally made sure you had everything you needed you made it out the door so that you could go outside and wait for him.

You finally saw his car pull up in front of your building and you practically sprinted towards it.

He got out of the car before you made it and started to open the door. He went to grab something from the seat and all of a sudden he was holding out a bouquet of assorted flowers.

It had as you saw, roses, baby breaths, tulips, and some flowers you didn't recognize.

You never received flowers before. Not even from your boyfriend...and he was your boyfriend.

"For ...me?" You said confused.

"Of course love." He handed them to you. You took them delicately with a big smile on your face.

"Thank you. I've never...I've never received flowers before." You scanned your eyes over the bouquet trying to remember every single detail about it.

"I'm glad to finally treat you how you deserve." He replies to your statement guiding you into the passenger seat of his car. Hearing that sentence would make you think he was your boyfriend.

It was a 20-minute drive to his house. The whole time you two were just talking and listening to the music in the background.

When Austin entered a gated community filled with luxurious architects. The houses were huge. Acres were separating the properties. Each mansion had its privacy. There were trees surrounding everything. This seemed surreal. Nature everywhere. Nothing modern. Just nature.

Finally, after the journey, Austin pulled up to what you assumed was his house.

It was beautiful. The architect needs a raise because wow.

"It's beautiful." You said.

"Thank you. I designed it myself." He confessed.

To say you're shocked wouldn't have been the truth. You knew Austin was capable of something like that.

He parked right outside the door and headed to your side of the car opening the door for you. You stepped out thanking him. He nodded with a quick 'of course' and led you towards the front door. He opened the door and stepped in.

You looked around quickly taking in the decor. you could tell it was more of a boho-style decor.

He walked towards the kitchen pulling out a pitcher from the fridge. He wasn't talking much which made you a little nervous.

"H-hey can you um check the mail and tell me what's in the stack."

You nodded. Okay, check the mail I can do that.

You searched through the mail. Nothing caught your eye but one particular piece.

It was marked 'Please read.'

"There's one that's marked please read. Seems urgent." You started to hand him the envelope.

"Can you read it for me?" He asked politely.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Are you sure?"

He nodded and you went ahead and opened it.

It was a piece of notebook paper.

austin 2023

y/n,

this makes me nervous. writing this letter. my hand is getting clammy just thinking about what im about to write. dont be nervous. i bet im the nervous one probably trying to distract myself with other things so i can't see you reading this. but let me get straight to the point of this letter im writing you. we've been hanging out for six months now, i met you six months ago. that day was a great day. actually, the first day i ever did something out of my comfort zone. i asked you out. thank god for you not getting to the treasure chest. even though it feels like it hasn't been that long, i don't want to go another six months without calling you mine. it sounds obsessive but its true. i guess i am a little obsessed with you (not the weird kind of course) id rather complete the year and much more with you by my side and be able to hold you and kiss you soon. so i guess what im trying to ask is, will you be my girlfriend just tell me yes or no, whatever your answer is i respect it.

sincerely yours,

austin

You waited a moment letting it process in your head.

He just asked you to be his girlfriend... Are you ready for this? You asked yourself.

You couldn't ask for a better man than Austin. He treats you right, actually even better than your ex ever did. Things seem more mature and less childish than they used to be.

You smiled down at the letter and looked up.

Austin was extremely focused on pouring the exact amount of whatever drink it was into two cups. He was too cute.

You already knew the answer.

"Yes."

#✮⋆˙ 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾 #elvis film #austin butler #austin butler smut #austin butler elvis #austin butler fanfic #austin butler fic #austin butler imagine #austin butler x reader #austin x reader #austin butler angst

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slut4tangerine · 2 years

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『M A S T E R L I S T』

⚠︎ = smut // ✿ = fluff // ✧ = angst

❖ Drew Starkey ❖

— o n e s h o t s —

↠ pumpkin season ✿

↠ pumpkin season insta posts ✿

↠ labor ✧ ✿

↠ birthday (part of starkey’s series) ✿

— s e r i e s —

↠ the starkey’s

❖ Rafe Cameron ❖

— o n e s h o t s —

↠ emotional bruises ✧

↠ we were fine ✧

↠ move on ✿ ✧

↠ she’ll never be me ⚠︎

↠ older ✿

↠ enough for you ✧

↠ midsummers meltdown ✿

↠ wrong impression ✧

↠ right impression ✧ ✿

↠ uh oh ✧

↠ go away ✧

❖ JJ Maybank ❖

— o n e s h o t s —

↠ suspicion ✧

↠ drunk confessions ✿

↠ there you are ✿

❖ Topper Thornton ❖

— o n e s h o t s —

↠ the boyfriend card ✿ ✧

↠ the good kind of butterflies ✿

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lightininglydia · 1 year

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The Interview - Drew Starkey

Summary: As the newest member of OBX S4, You have your first interview with the cast

Relationships: Drew Starkey X Fem!Reader, Platonic! Austin North X Reader, Platonic! Obx cast X Reader

Warnings: Mentions of drinking but besides that just friends! To lovers, mutual pining and fluff <3 also not proof read mb it’s almost 3am 🤩

A/N: I am so in love with Drew Starkey like ONE chance sir please 🧎‍♀️ n e ways I hope y’all enjoy this :)

You shuffled your chair slightly to the right before sitting down, squinting your eyes due to the bright beams from the ring lights.

Leaning over slightly you looked at Drew “ What’s this one for again? “ you questioned, nerves building up in the pit of your stomach

This was your first cast interview

Drew leaned into your side “ It’s the question bowl thingy for Variety… we pick questions from the bowl, read them out loud and then answer them… there’s no actual interviewer so you’ll be fine “ he reassured

You offered him a soft smile, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach whenever he so much as breathed near you.

“ Alrighty guys I’m going to press start on the camera- Y/N if you could do the introduction and start us off that would be great “

You gave a small nod, taking the bowl from the camera man and leaning back in your seat

He waited a few seconds before giving you the 5-1 count down with his fingers

On one you beamed at the camera “ Hi- I’m Y/N Y/L/N “ you let everyone else introduce themselves “ And we’re the cast of outer banks! Today we’re going to be answering some questions we pick out of this bowl! “

You raised the bowl to show it off to the camera before reaching in and picking out a question, carefully placing the bowl on your lap before unrolling the question “ Who was your favourite cast member to work with this season and why “

Carlacia squealed “ Oooooh this one’s good- I think we’re all very curious to know the answer to this one especially considering you’re our newest addition “

A small laugh fell from your lips as you leaned forward slightly “ I think my answer is going to surprise you all… my favourite cast member to work with this season was Austin- it’s no secret that I am constantly rooting for Topper so getting to work with Austin and sort of soften Topper’s hatred for Pogues really made all of my scenes with him my favourite “

Austin beamed “ Me? Really? I definitely thought you were gonna say Drew or JD for that one- I’m actually so honoured right now “

A wide grin spread across your face “ Aww- Drew and JD are a close second but I honestly loved all of our scenes together… some of them are super emotional and deep and it was really fun to dive into those and give Topper some more depth “

Austin laughed “ Yeah because he definitely needed it after the stunt he pulled last season… gaslighter by The Chicks was definitely on my Topper playlist for season three- used it to channel Topper’s inner rage for John B and Sarah “

The entire cast burst out into a fit of laughter, including yourself as you felt your body finally ease and become comfortable within the environment

Drew reached towards you once the laughter finally died down, taking the bowl from your lap and carefully picking out a question “ What was your favourite episode to film? “

He pondered for a moment, his eyes trailing over to yours “ Episode 6… I think that’s when our characters finally meet and everything leading up to it is just so chaotic- Rafe is definitely going at it this season and I think six is probably the worst he’s ever been “

You turned to the camera, an amused look on your face “ Yeah episode six sure is something- also that’s your favourite!? If what I wanted to say wasn’t a spoiler I’d be going on a rant “

Rudy hummed “ Yeah episode six is insane especially for Rafe and Lily- is it your favourite because you got to spend so much time with Y/N- be honest! “ he teased

Drew’s face turned a soft shade of red as he rolled his eyes and turned his head away from the camera

Chase gasped “ It is! It sooooo is! “

A string of giggles fell from you lips as you leaned into him, resting your elbow on his shoulder “ Aww come on guys be nice! It’s not Drew’s fault I’m so pretty “ you beamed

Madison smiled at you, happy you seemed to become more comfortable as every minute passed.

Eventually the laughter and teasing died down, the bowl being passed around until it reached you again- eager to pull another question “ Who are you closest with from the cast? “

JD was the first to answer the question for you “ Drew hands down! “ he practically shouted as the rest of the cast jumped to agree

You playfully rolled your eyes at their antics “ I’m pretty close with EVERYONE “

A few of your cast members side eyed you for your answer before Madison spoke out “ That wasn’t the question! It says CLOSEST “

You huffed out a breath of air “ We all spend a lot of time together but I will say Drew and I have this like “ old people “ thing going on where we’ll sit at each other’s apartments and read all night… like we don’t really talk to each other we just bring a book, some wine and one of us puts on a really good playlist… we just sit there for hours and I think that’s bonded us in a really interesting way to where it’s more than just getting to know each other but more so solidified how comfortable we are with one another- so yeah I guess I’ll say Drew “

Madison cheered as Madelyn let out a soft laugh “ It’s such a weird thing to walk into… like I’ll just burst into one of their apartments and see them sitting there with a book in one hand and a glass of wine in the other completely silent besides the music and they won’t even notice me until I either turn the music off or take a book from one of them “

Drew smiled “ It was really nice to have Y/n join the cast… I love going out and doing things but I’m definitely more of a homebody and to have someone who not only understands that but actively participates in things like that has been great- she’s really amazing “

A soft blush formed on your cheeks at his words “ You’re the sweetest… I’m not really the going out kind of person like I’ll do it but it’s never really been my thing so to come into a cast like this and to immediately have someone that understood that was really comforting… I didn’t want to feel like I was a buzzkill or dragging the mood down so having Drew really was a lifeline in both senses- I literally cling to him when we go out “

The cast laughed at this “ Get a couple of drinks in her and she becomes a koala with Drew- there’s a really funny video of him carrying her coming to you guys the second season 4 drops “ Chase explained

A bout of laughter spilled from you “ HEY! I did NOT consent to my drunken escapades being posted as a tomfoolery! “ you protested

Drew began laughing, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side “ Oh trust me we have LOADS of those “

A gasp fell from your lips as you pulled away from him, playfully swatting at him “ No you do not! I’m not showing up to this weeks book night if you keep it up Mr. Starkey! And I’ll lock my door so you can’t get in! “

He scoffed, placing his hand on his chest “ Ouch Y/N but I think you forget I have a key to your apartment… couldn’t keep me away even if you tried which we both know you won’t “ his voice was soft, a hint of teasing in his tone as he looked at you with such adoration that your heart felt as if it would combust at any moment

What you didn’t realize was that you were looking at him the same “ No… I won’t “ voice barely audible but you knew he heard you when his eyes seemed to soften even more than they already had

Warmth filled your entire body, wishing he could look at you like this forever

JD cleared his throat “ Hey guys hate to kill the moment but Drew for the love of god pick a question out of the bowl “

Simultaneously Carlacia and Madison reached out and smacked him on either side as you and Drew tore your gazes away from each other, Drew’s going to the bowl in your hands and yours going to Austin who was giving you a very pointed look

One that read- Remember you’re on camera

Drew pulled out the question, muttering something under his breath before reading it aloud “ Have you ever had a crush on any of your cast mates? If so who? And why? “

You covered your mouth to hide the small grin that was forming on your face as Chase let out a loud “ oooooh you’re in trouble now “

Drew scoffed, throwing up the finger directed at Chase “ This is such an unfair question “

Madelyn and Rudy booed him “ Answer the question!” They shouted at him, Madison turning her face away from the camera in attempt to hide the large grin she had on her face while the rest of the cast turned to him expecting an answer

He sighed, blowing out a deep breath “ I mean- I- “ he tried but the words just weren’t making their way out of his mouth

You softly nudged him, placing your hand over his in a comforting manner “ Hey it’s okay you don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to- just pick again! “ your voice was void of any judgment or teasing, almost encouraging him to do whatever made him comfortable

His heart clenched in his chest, the feeling of your hand on his had his thoughts racing- his mind constantly on you.

The way your hair smelled of vanilla coconut because of that stupid shampoo you’d left at his house one too many times, how you had the most obvious tell whenever you were lying, The way he’d never seen you get mad at anyone ever- not even when they deserved it because your heart was too kind to ever make anyone feel anything less than cared for.

And how you beamed in such a specific way whenever you saw him- it felt ridiculous to say you were his crush when he was so sure he was in love with you… so in love with you that it hurt

His face softened and all nervousness slipped away when his eyes finally locked with yours “ I mean I definitely don’t have a crush… it’s pretty obvious that I’m like- stupidly in love with you because you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met and I think you’re absolutely perfect- On your own and for me “

A ridiculously large grin spread across your face at his words “ Yeah… I think I’m pretty perfect for you too and happen to think you’re perfect for me- If it hasn’t been obvious I’m stupidly in love with you too”

The cast burst into a scarily loud amount of cheers- all having been rooting for the two of you.

You leaned back from Drew, eyes flying to the camera “ Wow- guess Variety is really getting the scoop today… Netflix slash OBX PR team please don’t kill us!!“ you jokingly pleaded, leaning into Drew’s side as his one arm wrapped around you as the other pulled your hand into his own

Madelyn laughed, grabbing the bowl from Drew “ Hey- they pre-approved all these questions so it’s on them “

The rest of the interview flew by, your hand interlocked with Drew’s as the two of you listened to your friends answer questions- laughing and interacting as much as possible before it came to a close

You gave one final look to the camera “ This was the cast of Outer Banks answering all these burning questions! Catch season four of our wonderful show streaming only on Netflix, May 16th “

Guess this wasn’t too bad for your first interview.

#drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey fluff #drew starkey fic #rafe cameron #obx cast #obx fluff #obx fic #interview fic

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pankowperfection · 2 years

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plssss could i request an austin smut where you meet him in a club and well 👀 and then maybe a little bit of fluff the next morning? 🙈

Rough & Sweet

Summary: You meet Austin in a club and get to see every side of him

Warnings: smut, sir kink, choking, rough sex, 18+

Having just ended a two year relationship last Friday, this Friday you were determined to go out and have a good time, ready to move on from your ex. You had went out and bought a new mini dress, black sequin bodice molding to your curves just right. You slip on a matching pair of heels, sparkly hoop earrings, and finish applying your makeup before requesting an Uber downtown to your favorite club. As you wait for it to arrive you take a few shots, trying to kill your nerves and amp up your confidence.

After getting in the door your eyes take in the darkened space, neon laser lights flashing with the music as you swear you can feel the bass in your chest. You go straight to the bar, needing a drink to calm your nerves about being out alone for the first time in a long time. Fresh margarita in hand you turn around, scanning the dance floor for the right guy. Your eyes are immediately drawn to a tall man, tips of his hair blonde, bright colored shirt making him stand out against the crowd. He looks super familiar but in the low lighting you can't place where you know him from. As your checking him out he must feel your stare, eyes locking onto yours before looking you over head to toe. He apparently likes what he sees, legs carrying him towards you in a few short strides.

"Hello beautiful," his voice is so sexy you feel your pulse quicken. "Hi yourself handsome. What's your name?" He smirks lightly, surprised you don't recognize him yet. "Austin. And yours sweetheart?" He reaches up, tucking your hair back behind your ear as your legs wobble from his touch. "Y/n" you lean in, whispering into his ear and watching him shiver at the sensation. "You wanna dance y/n?" his hand slides down your neck, over your arm to your hand before taking it in his. "I thought you'd never ask." You give him your best sexy smile before letting him lead you onto the dance floor.

You start out dancing face to face, your arms wrapped around his neck while his hands cup your ass, rocking your hips together to the beat of the song. Austin leans down, watching your face for any form of indecisiveness before kissing you. His lips feel like magic against yours, pleasure rushing to your core as his tongue makes its way into your mouth. You decide to tease him, turning around and grinding your ass into his crotch. He groans behind you, tent in his pants already growing. His grip on your hips tightens, pulling you back against him tighter as he trails kisses down your neck. Tired of the foreplay you turn around again, pulling him down to speak into his ear. "Do you want to get out of here?" Giving you your own words back, he replies with a smile. "I thought you'd never ask."

The walk to his hotel is short, his fingers entwined with yours. His demeanor changes when you reach his room, quickly getting pinned against the door as he looks down at you. "You're mine now sweetheart and you're going to take everything I give you. Got it?" You moan at his words, attempting to press your thighs together for relief but his legs keeps yours apart. "I asked you a question," he forces your chin up making you look into his eyes, much darker now with lust. "Yes Austin." "Try again," his hand slides to your throat, applying slight pressure as your mind races as to what he could want. "Yes sir." He releases his grip, hand gliding under your dress and cupping your pussy. "Much better."

He yanks your panties to the side, long fingers diving into your wet folds before sliding two inside. He pumps them in and out quickly, thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in circles. You're a whimpering mess, struggling to hold yourself up as he brings you closer to the edge. Just as you're tensing and about to fall apart he stops, smirking down at you as you beg him to keep going. "Please sir, need to come so bad." "Not yet, I want you to come on my cock." His filthy words only turn you on more, wetness gushing down your thighs.

He picks you up easily, carrying you into the bedroom before dropping you onto the bed. He strips slowly, loving how your eyes widen at the sight of his toned torso. When he pulls down his boxers letting his cock spring free you almost drool, wanting to taste him desperately. He grins down at you while stroking himself, coming over to strip you naked next. He takes the time to admire your curves, massaging each breast as he sucks a large bruise into your neck. "Please fuck me, can't wait anymore. Need your cock sir." Hearing you beg so sweetly does him in, lining up with your entrance before slamming all the way inside. You cry out loudly, his length stretching you out in a way that burns. The pain quickly fades to pleasure as he rocks into you, hitting that special spot deep inside each time.

He pulls your legs over his shoulders, new angle making you see stars. One hand wraps around your throat as the other grips your hips keeping you in place. "Shit baby, squeezing me so tight. You gonna come for me?" "Fuck yes, please don't stop." He somehow starts thrusting faster, almost at inhuman speed and you explode with a cry, vision going black as you ride out your intense orgasm. You hear him curse before he pulls out, hot cum coating your stomach as he milks himself dry. "Hang tight baby," he disappears into the bathroom, returning with a towel to wipe you clean. He pulls you to your feet, intent on showering together before going to bed. You didn't expect to spend the night and cuddle but you don't object, much better than returning home to your empty bed.

The next morning you wake up, slightly disoriented to feel a hot body wrapped around yours. The events of last night come flooding back as you turn over in Austin's arms to face him. "Shit," you mutter to yourself, finally realizing that you know him from Outer Banks on Netflix. You can't believe you slept with one of your celebrity crushes and didn't know who he was. He stirs beside you, eyes slowly opening and taking you in before smiling. "Good morning beautiful." You blush at his compliment, knowing your hair is a mess and your morning breath could kill. "Good morning," you smile back, softly stroking his stubbly face to make sure he was real. "Do you want to get breakfast with me?" He sits up, sweetly kissing your forehead before heading to brush his teeth. You follow closely behind him, wondering if this could be real life. "Seriously?" "Yes seriously. I know a good spot close to here. I'd love to get to know you more." You quickly agree, borrowing a hoodie and shorts from him. The rest of the day is spent wandering around the city, asking each other random questions as you laugh along the way.

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wtfuckevenknows · 1 year

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Tarlos rec list (or a whole lot of my favorite fics (because I'm sure I missed some))

Because I can't do anything half assed this has taken me forever AND you're getting it in categories, in no particular order 🙃🤷🏻‍♀️😬 If you find yourself on here and you don't want to be for whatever reason, let me know! Also if you're on here and I didn't @ you it's because I couldn't find you at first glance, but if you want me to @ you also let me know!

Codas/Tags/Specs/Canon Compliant/Canon Divergence/Post Canon:

Out of the Woods (series) by @liminalmemories21 words are all we have, we'll be talking, we'll be talking (series) by inconocible Season 3 Codas (series) by @marjansmarwani Seven Ways (Back to You) (series) by @welcometololaland "You have one new message ..." by @paper-storm get it right, to get around me by welcometololaland Missing Moments (series) by paper-storm Coming Back by @doublel27 Season 3 Codas (series) by @strandnreyes Knight in Shining Armor by doublel27 not lost (not lost) but found by doublel27 More Cow-Eyes (series) doublel27 An Easy Dare by @noxsoulmate Blood on the tracks, fire in the hills by thenorthface Starting Out by sapphireej tout l'univers by @kiras-sunshine In sickness and in health, in speeding and in no speeding by @good-ways all I know since yesterday (is everything has changed) by strandnreyes Precious Love by @rmd-writes

AUs:

Dr Reyes/Paramedic Strand series by marjansmarwani a flower a day by novaksline Detective AU by strandnreyes what if we could risk everything we have by dazedastrophile as if you were a mythical thing by strandnreyes Begged And Borrowed Time by @iboatedhere on a wednesday in a café i watched it begin again by falloutmars The tender things are those we fold away by @beautifulhigh Home is Found series by alipea Safe Space series by xtinyteenyx The knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts by liminalmemories21 The Flying Sparks 'Verse (series) by @the-communist-unicorn i know now i found (the one i love) by ksmalltalk Welcome to the Neighborhood by courtinator Fireproof by Mari_Marie remind me to forget by orphan_account Yours To Keep, Yours To Lose by iboatedhere one single thread by strandnreyes After all of the years, all of the tears, you are here somehow. by lydiamxrtin to live for the hope of it all by strandnreyes

Sports AUs (my beloved):

Swing For The Fences, Run To The Line by iboatedhere Magnetic North by paper-storm Game, Set, Match (series) by welcometololaland Curveball by @bellakitse

One Shot Collections:

Plaid Shirt Days by iboatedhere Tewnty Five Hundred by iboatedhere tangled in the willows by stormss Silence and Patience, Pining in Anticipation by iboatedhere Prompt Fills by strandnreyes All the ways to love you by bellakitse

Sexy Times ❤️‍🔥:

Educating Mateo by @thebumblecee Mark Me Up by brouiller (the whole series is so fucking good) Skin by paper-storm (we're not talking about the amount of times I've read this one in particular) Do you even lift, bro? by rmd-writes Through the Looking Glass by rmd-writes Love this journey for them by rmd-writes Waterproof by welcometololaland The Devil Works Hard (But Mesh Shirts Work Harder) by welcometololaland Seven Days of Sin by welcometololaland

Pride ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜:

rejoice your truth by doublel27 What’s Lost Can Always Be Found by noxsoulmate Let's Talk About that Thong by Sivan325 This Love is Ours, it’s Everything by noxsoulmate Pride 2022 by maddiee96

Fluff 💝 (there’s a whole lot of fluff hiding in the other categories):

What A Weekend by @sapphireej PS: I still love you, too by noxsoulmate with all the sorrow and the joy by @lire-casander love me as if I were forever by rmd-writes (my beloved) A Love Like Theirs by noxsoulmate

Kid Fic (my other beloved):

Austin Series by AliceSchuyler don't go blindly into the dark by kiras-sunshine Falling Like Raindrops by Monstrous_Moonshine Surrender (series) by aleia Strands of Time (series) by alilypea Luca Strand-Reyes (series) by bellakitse SRK❤ Sofia Kennedy Reyes❤ (series) by mtnofgrace Family For Christmas by graspingforwords how did we get here? by @detective-giggles you're tethered to another (and you're worried all the time) by doublel27 Tradition (In the Key of Cookies) by Reese_Taylor27 love like this (the isla strand-reyes verse) (series) by Krissyloowhoo Let Your Heart Find a Home by tkstrands like daylight by @ravens-words Eight Now by darkangelgirl13 oh look, it’s my future by thatnerdmryn all I see is you by ravens-words Do We Want This? by @djdangerloverlove Let's Go to the Mall by bellakitse Of little girls and their cats by bellakitse Lyla by Mangacat Self control? I don't know her (series) by welcometololaland

I was gonna rec some Christmas fics too, but Tumblr is being a bitch and I might just save those for before Christmas!

I'm sure there's more, and most of the most recent ones haven't made it on here but whatever.

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Waiting Room

Joel x F!Reader

Chapter One: My Poor Parents’ Teenage Daughter

pairing: dbf!joel x f!reader

genre: no outbreak, explicit, fluff, angst, eventual smut

word count: 3.7k

summary: You come home from your term at UT for the summer to visit your parents. It’s your last summer close to home before you go up north and leave your family behind- but what happens when a teenage wet dream turns into something that could challenge your future?

warnings: 18+ EXPLICIT MINORS DNI, age gap, mentions of attraction when reader is younger (Joel is NOT attracted to reader when they are younger than 18), swearing, drunkenness, tommy being an asshole, no use of y/n

a/n: hey guys!! this is my first fic on here so if u have any tips please let me know! this was such a joy to write and i absolutely cannot wait to continue this story!! pls lmk what u think! <3

“be easy.

take your time.

you are coming

home

to yourself.”

— the becoming

Every day until you come home each June seems longer and longer until the departure day arrives. You love your school, UT has brought you so many new experiences and you truly feel like you’re ready for this new chapter in your life. But the long stretches of day that seem to go on forever don’t treat you kindly like home did.

Your journey home is, thankfully, a short one.

When you were younger, you dreaded going to college so close to home, your mind always so full of wanderlust, fantasizing about what the big, blue world would bring you. Austin was big, to be sure, but not big enough for you. You needed to soak up the Earth and everything it had to offer.

At twenty-two, you’re glad fifteen-year-old you didn’t make the decisions anymore. Within the first week of your freshman year, you missed your bed. You missed your mom blasting her songs through the house, and seeing your dad floating in the pool on the sweltering Texas days. Your family was crazy, loud, and crass, but the quiet of university gave you hives.

This summer was going to be the last before you traveled further north to Dallas to pursue the last leg of your degree. You were offered free room and board to finish your master's degree at a smaller school, and you were even granted an internship at which your mother screeched in excitement. You were thrilled to start your future, certainly, but this trip was expected to be a little… melancholy.

Your dad tried to convince you to let him drive you, but you insisted a two-way trip was a waste of gas, and you’d see him at home anyways. Home, you thought. Not for much longer, but home. Your old, rickety car sputtered on the half-hour drive, and you patted the poor steed’s dashboard reassuringly, almost as if it could be calmed by your hand. You did push the car’s limits by driving a bit too fast on the main roads, but you were just so, so eager to be home.

Once you finally reached the driveway, your parents were already rushing out the door, attacking you with an embrace, and you giggled happily, letting their warmth take over you. When they finally released you, you took notice of the massive – and very poorly painted – banner above the door, welcoming you home, with your name in big, messy letters drawn for the whole neighborhood to see. As you approached the door, you heard telltale sounds of… oh, God.

A party.

Before you could even protest, or remind your parents of the fact that you were a mess in nothing but a t-shirt and shorts, your hair was all messy, and your face made you look like the underside of a dumpster, they promptly shoved you inside as a cheer erupted from the crowd. Waves of family members shoved through to try and greet you first – aunts and uncles, cousins you’d missed, your sweet little nephew who’d been born four months before. There were even a few family friends you hadn’t seen in years, friends who must have traveled much too far just to see you. Your anxieties about your appearance faded as the energy in the room shifted. How silly you were to be so nervous. You felt surrounded by so much love, and honestly, it was just what you needed.

You almost don’t notice one of your childhood friends, Hannah, standing off to the side, as if she was patiently waiting for you to find her. You had wondered why she hadn’t been answering your texts for the past couple of weeks, then remembered fondly how she can’t keep a secret. You both share a look that nearly brings you to tears, overwhelmed by just the sight of her. You both look so… grown up.

You rush to her with arms outstretched, wrapping her in a tight embrace and laughing, overcome with joy. She pulls away to scan your face, nodding approvingly. “Damn, college did some good to you,” she laughs, holding your face for a moment, “maybe I should have followed you to UT, huh? Could’ve got this glow you have.”

Hannah is three years older than you. She was always so smart in school, and while it made you feel a little inferior, it also filled you with so much pride. She even tested into a program that earned her an associate’s degree when she graduated high school. She finished up her BA at community college even though she was offered several scholarships at many different colleges, all amounting to a number you could never dream of having. No full rides, though, and that was a dealbreaker for her parents. She’s down at the library, now, which you can only hope is something she loves.

You talk for a while, letting other folks come up to greet you and show praise for a few moments before you get too embarrassed and shoo them away. At one point, someone approaches from behind, covering your eyes. You feel them lean in all too close, their breath on your neck.

“Guess who,” they whisper, and you shiver.

If you didn’t know by the hands alone, the voice gives it all away. You pull away and smile wide, wrapping your arms around your dad’s closest friend for as long as you can remember, Joel Miller. Being the man he is, he lifts you up and spins you around, chuckling as you scream. He sets you back down and affectionately puts a hand on your shoulder. “Heya, kid. I’m real proud of you. I know how much this means to you. We’ll miss you down here.” You smile, your cheeks turning a light pink color as he walks away.

Your feelings for Joel are… complicated. He’s been around as far back as your memory goes, always there for your family when you needed him. Hell, he’d even come over when your dog ran out the door and you had to comb through the whole neighborhood to find her. You’d hop in the bed of his truck and shout her name until she came bounding towards you. He was there for birthdays, holidays, funerals…

He also made an occasional appearance in your teenage wet dreams.

It really isn’t your fault. He was consistently fit, handsome, caring, funny… he was the whole damn package and you couldn’t really ignore that as a teenage girl dreaming about prince charming. Joel wasn’t perfect, you knew that, but you loved that even more.

As you and Hannah watch him leave, she pokes you with her clawed finger, making you yelp and playfully slap her, pouting. She shakes her head at you. “What?” You cry, rubbing your arm where she poked you.

“You’re unbelievable,” she says, looking back at Joel. “He’s basically your uncle.”

“Ew, Hannah! Don’t say that, god, that’s so gross,” you say, shaking your head and covering your face. “Don’t make me feel worse! I can’t help this.”

Hannah, of course, knew all about your little crush on Joel and relentlessly teased you throughout the years for it. The teasing was well deserved, as it was silly to feel that way towards someone around 20 years your senior, but sometimes it got to you. It wasn’t like you were going to pursue him, he was just… one delicious fantasy that was stuck in your head.

“So, how’s Kevin?” you ask, trying to change the subject. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Hannah, but you know boy talk is her weakness, and you breathe a deep sigh of relief when she begins her ramble. The gossip doesn’t last too much longer, though, as your dad approaches you with a big smile, and you could tell by the look in his eyes he had some sort of surprise for you.

“Hey, nugget,” he smiles, making you roll your eyes at the nickname. “Come over here, I wanna talk to you about something.” You nod, giving Hannah’s hand a squeeze and smiling before walking away with your dad, intuiting that whatever he wants to talk about will take quite a while. You love him, but he’s something of a talker. He guides you through the sea of people in your living room to the back door, where more people have slowly gathered as the grill begins to work its magic and the crowd gets hungrier. Manning the grill was, of course, Joel.

Your dad leads you over to where he stands, Joel’s eyes not leaving the grill. ‘So serious about his hamburgers’, you think, smiling to yourself. Your dad claps him on the back and Joel jumps slightly, smiling at how surprised he was. He shoves your dad’s shoulder and your dad shakes his head. “This old fucker… well, he’s in desperate need of your help. See, the legal side of his contracting business is frankly a mess, and he won’t hire anyone thinkin’ it’s one big waste o’ money, or whatever.”

The two of them share a laugh, and despite how adorable your two favorite old men are, you find yourself growing increasingly impatient at their lack of to-the-pointness. You nod your head, crossing your legs in agitation. Your dad sighs and points to you knowingly.

“You’re good with that law aspect though, aren’t you? Making sure the… y’know, labor’s fair and the whole thing’s all up to code,” your dad says, scratching his nose. You know he has absolutely no clue what the hell he’s talking about, but he’s trying, and it gives you some semblance of warm joy at the thought. “I thought maybe… you could work for Joel this summer. Few months of real-world experience under your belt, get some decent pay… plus, the old man won’t be too hard on you, will ya, Joel?”

You bring your eyes back over to Joel, who’s clearly been a bit more affected by the alcohol than your dear old dad. His cheeks are red, his brow a bit sweaty (though that could be from the grill) and his lips pursed. You stop to wonder if someone so clearly messed up should be manning a grill, but the thought is stopped in its tracks as you notice something.

Joel is looking at you. I mean, really looking. Not in your eyes, no, at your face. Scanning you, drinking you in, like he’s looking at you for the first time. You feel your face get hot as his eyes go lower before slowly rolling their way back up, and he locks eyes with you, making you smile. He smiles back, which surprises you. It’s a smile that speaks to you. It tells you to be quiet, shushing you, keeping it a secret. You bite your lip, stifling a giggle as you look back at your dad.

You shrug. “I guess. As long as Joel knows the basics of everything, or has kept a file. You did have a lawyer when you started Miller Contracting, right?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at Joel playfully. He laughs too loud, taking another sip of his beer and nodding. “Yeah, yeah, I’m sure he kept the files somewhere around, I’ll get ‘em for you. As long as you’re comfortable workin’ with me.”

Your dad shoves him a bit. “Oh, c’mon, Miller, she’s fine. She’s known you most of ‘er life, long as you just treat her right and don’t saddle her with work like you do Tommy, she’ll be alright. And make sure Tommy keeps his hands to himself!” He half-shouts, busting out into more laughter as you turn red again.

You snap your eyes over to Joel who quickly averts his gaze to the floor, and you bite your lip in frustration.

“Yeah, I’m sure we’ll get along just fine,” you say. “And don’t worry, Dad. We’re both good with our hands in different ways.”

You couldn’t be certain, but you thought you saw Joel choke on his drink.

You decided to go formal. First day, new job, might as well look nice, right? Your little… outfit was a little form-fitting, but you’d go for it anyways. You gathered what you figured would be first-day essentials and rushed out the door before your parents woke up. You knew your parents would either make you late by celebrating it as if it was some massive deal, or they’d force you to stay until they were ready to take you themselves, and you couldn’t bear the embarrassment of either.

As you start your car, your phone dings with a little notification. You check, pleasantly surprised, as it’s a text from Joel.

ミ★

(9:08 am) Joel: Hey kid, here’s the address for the office.

(9:08 am) You: look at you, joel, all tech-savvy!

(9:10 am) Joel: Gotta remind me I’m old huh?

(9:11 am) You: now do an emoji for me

(9:11 am) Joel: I am not doing tricks for your pleasure.

(9:12 am) You: i’ll bring you a coffee.

(9:12 am) Joel: 🎪🤹🤡

☆彡

You smile, shaking your head at your goofy, old boss. You punch in the directions to your GPS app and begin the 15-minute (turned to a 25-minute to stop for coffee) trip to your new job. And with around 20 minutes to spare, you pat yourself on the back. Joel is already waiting for you when you walk in, giving you a look you cannot place, especially being distracted by carrying coffee with you. You shove your folders into Joel’s chest momentarily to regain your balance.

“Hey, sorry, hold this for a sec,” you say, pulling out Joel’s coffee and setting it on the desk behind him and sighing, grabbing your papers back. “Thanks. Um… you okay?” Your question is prompted by you taking notice of the look on his face – a sort of slack-jawed, wide-eyed look, like you’d walked in wearing nothing. You feel something tighten inside of you, cursing yourself for feeling so weak at a man looking at you like some kind of meal. You clear your throat, trying to push out a little awkward laugh. “What, you never seen me in nice clothes before?”

Joel clears his throat, smiling a little at himself. “Not since your prom dress,” he says, clearly poking fun at you, since you decided at seventeen that the best thing to wear to prom would be a bright pink dress that looked WAY better in the store than it did the day of, and you had to go in one of your mom’s old dresses. You grimace at the reminder, shoving Joel playfully for bringing it up. “Thanks for reopening that wound, asshole. To think that wasn’t even the worst part of prom,” you say, shaking your head at the memory. He gives you a confused look, making you shrug.

“You know, because I went with Harrison.” you say, gesturing for Joel to catch on. “He… was an asshole? He left me alone all night and made out with my friend when we got to Hannah’s house. Did Dad not tell you?”

Joel nods as if he understands, but he just looks more confused. “Really? Ken’s kid acted that way? Shit, that fuckin’ bonehead’s married now. Can’t imagine what that woman’s goin’ through now. If I’d known, woulda kicked the shit out of him.” He smirks, taking a sip of his coffee.

You laugh, covering your mouth like someone’s going to hear you. “Yeah, I bet you would have. All you would’ve had to do is look at him and he’d run, the pussy. Speaking of, I bet his wife’s real frustrated that he can’t make a woman come.” Joel chokes on his coffee a bit.

As if on cue, Tommy walks in, a customary Joel resting frown on his face that quickly turns to a smile when he sees you. His walk picks up into a jog as he approaches you, wrapping you up into a hug that is purely Tommy. He smells like he just got out of the shower, which is comforting in the most unidentifiable way. He leans away to get a look at you, smiling wide. “Joel told me you’d be here! Couldn’t shut the fuck up about it, in fact,” he says, giving Joel a teasing look, to which Joel responds with a frown.

Tommy looks back at you and puts his hand on your shoulder. “I’m gonna show you where you’re workin’. This old fart won’t remember where everything is, so I’m in charge of the tour. He’ll come along, though, don’t you worry.” You smile and nod, even though you’re a little confused about why you’d be worried about Joel not being there. Did Tommy know something? Did Hannah already tell the whole damn town? Before you can catastrophize anymore, Tommy walks ahead of both of you, leading you toward your station.

The consultation office is new to the company, but the building is definitely not. The only thing that doesn’t seem to be over a decade old is the floor- seemingly new tile, which Tommy comments about. Something along the lines of “out of our own damn pockets” and how it was “worth gettin’ rid of the suspicious carpet stains”. You say something about how Tommy better not bring any girls around and make more stains, which makes Joel laugh. You’re shown Joel’s consult area, Tommy’s area (which he doesn’t really explain, but based on the fact that it looks like a man cave, you assume going in there is a bad idea), a tiny coffee machine that looks like it’s older than the building itself, and finally, your office.

It’s bigger than Tommy’s. Hell, it’s bigger than Joel’s. Obviously, it’s still not huge, but there’s enough space for your desk, a little lounge, and a bookshelf. There are boxes of files on your desk, seemingly all set out for you to go through and organize. However, another box catches your attention. It has a picture frame, a little pencil cup, and a few other things one might have in their office inside of it- but it isn’t yours. You inspect it closer, seeing the picture is of Joel and Sarah. You turn to look at Joel, confused, as he leans against the doorframe.

“You gave up your office for me?”

He just shrugs. “Wasn’t usin’ it.”

You reel. It’s stupid and cheesy, but you do. You rack your brain for any indication before that he was doing this for you, but you can’t remember anything he might have done to reveal this. He wanted to surprise you.

Tommy looks back and forth between you and Joel, smiling knowingly. “He really wasn’t. This geezer spends most of his time out workin’ instead of in here, even though we got a whole group of guys doin’ the work for us.”

“Well, we didn’t start this shit to have other guys do it,” Joel combats, standing up straight. “You’re just a lazy ass now that we got more people. It’s still Miller Contracting, not… Miller and The Other Guys Contracting.”

You stifle a laugh. So does Tommy. Joel purses his lips frustratedly, which only breaks the damn. You laugh so hard you cry, the silliness of the joke rushing at you. Tommy laughs with you, sharing a look with you. It was so fucking stupid and you both knew it.

Joel finally laughs, too. Laughs so hard he has to grab his stomach, delighted at the idiotic joke he made.

You and Tommy silently agree not to mention it. You’re afraid he’ll stop.

Once your giggles finally settle, Tommy crosses his arms and says something about having to get back to someone who called earlier and he steps out of the office. And then there were two.

Joel watches you. He doesn’t say anything when Tommy leaves, just stands exactly where he’s been the whole time, stalking you, waiting for you to move. You don’t look at him. It unnerves you, making you conscious of your movement, but you want him to keep looking. You can’t explain what he’s doing, and you can’t even begin to explain what you’re doing either.

You walk around the room some more, admiring the view from the window, touching the shelves, et cetera. His eyes stay on you. You turn and face him, considering asking him what the hell he’s looking at, but his gaze stops you in your tracks. Goddamn him. You force a smile and bring your hands up to your arms, rubbing them lightly. “Little cold in here, huh?” you chuckle.

Joel just shrugs. “Better’n outside.”

You nod. The air is tense. And awkward.

He leans away from the doorframe and for a moment you think he’ll walk towards you, but he doesn’t. “Well, I’ll let you get settled. Let me or Tommy know if you need anything.”

And he’s gone.

You use the rest of the day to organize the files all piled and half-organized on your desk, not even having time to read them with the unidentifiable order, or lack thereof, of it all. You assume the guys leave halfway through the day when silence falls over the office. It isn’t unsettling in the slightest, but comforting in the way it reminds you of the quiet of your dorm. You hadn’t missed it yet, but you found yourself starting to. Maybe this would be a nice substitute.

When you find yourself hungry for lunch, you decide stretching your legs is a good idea and just go to get some. When you come back, Tommy’s truck is there, and both of their office doors are closed, so you know they’re back. When you walk back into your office, there’s something there you hadn’t left.

It’s a jacket. Pretty fuckin big, too- not chunky big, just stretched out like whoever was wearing it had been wearing it for a long time. There’s a little pink Post-it note attached to it, seemingly from the office.

Don’t go touching the thermostat. -J

Fucking Christ. You groan but put it on, silently grateful for the act of kindness. Still, a thought nudged at the back of your mind.

Is the whole summer going to be like this?

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