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mazzystar24 · 21 hours

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Asking this under anon bc i don’t wanna get any backlash in my inbox lmao

but to start this off: i love oliver stark, and i am so appreciative of how important he views this storyline and the representation it provides

however

i am going to be very disappointed in him if we get through the next few episodes, and it becomes clear that they aren’t going to further develop buddie anymore. he has always been so careful and cautious when it comes to implying things in interviews/press stuff, but lately with this resurgence in his response to fandom interest with buddie (liking fanart, reposting it, talking openly about buddie in interviews, confirming things like buck thinking eddie was attractive, etc.) if they don’t go that route, it will honestly severely hurt me.

i have very mixed feelings about what is and isn’t “queerbaiting” (most of my friends would say i tend to not believe that it’s a thing, and to an extent i agree) but there are certain situations in which something does blatantly feel like baiting… to me this is one of those situations.

with both lou and edy still being around, as well as ryan’s sudden stint in pr jail, the fandom’s obsession w lou/tommy, and tim minear’s seeming interest in complying with fan-service… it’s hard to remain optimistic that they will actually give us buddie. the past two weeks have given me whiplash as a buddie fan and i am getting tired of the show using our desperation and love for this ship as a marketing tactic when they have no intention of going there (tim minear himself saying things like “i don’t like to plan endgame relationships” or “there are no plans for buddie at the moment”).

that is why the media’s sudden obsession with asking about buddie, as well as oliver’s willingness to interact with buddie content online combined with the constant flow from the set of things not going in the direction of buddie… it feels very intentional to drag us in. and if oliver is participating in that, then i am going to be very disappointed and hurt by that. he used to care so much about not getting our hopes up, but lately it feels like that isn’t the case anymore, and that getting our hopes up is their way if getting us to continue watching the show because they know that people will stop watching after having to watch years of buildup and (at times admittedly) roment subtext between them just for all of that to be completely retconned and them to say “no-homo, bro” in favor of a character/ship that came out of nowhere and has had no development.

obviously, i don’t blame os for the storyline- he’s not a writer, he doesn’t get to dictate what does or doesn’t happen. But he is the one getting all of the media attention, and using that to shine a spotlight on buddie when (if) he knows that buddie isn’t happening? it feels very icky to me and i really don’t want to have a reason to dislike him.

unfortunately it’s seeming more and more like a possibility each day as we get inundated with bts info that doesn’t bode well for us at all.

I’m afraid I’ll have to disagree with you anon sorry😭🫶

If buddie doesn’t go canon/ they don’t show they’re heading in that direction in the next few episodes, I still would not blame Oliver at ALL for his recent more openness about buddie

(Idk how familiar you are with me and if you are you’ll know this but if you’re not lemme clarify I use bulletpoints a lot but not to be curt or rude I just like breaking things into chunks🫡)

1. He has made sure to constantly clarify that he doesn’t know how things are gonna go and he has no control over things- i mean EVERY time he spoke about buddie

2. He’s also a fan of the show guys, yes yes he’s an actor and it has different implications I agree 100% but also if he’s choosing to ship his character or enjoy fan work that’s his prerogative and sure he can lurk privately like he has in the past but also he probably knows that implications aside fans who make that work will be ecstatic to see him actually liking the stuff

3. The man legit said he deleted social media at one point cos he didn’t wanna like or share stuff that’d accidentally give people false hope for buddie or bi Buck but he has silently agreed for years and he hated not being able to confirm bi buck till now

4. He’s been a HUGE advocate for us both on the buddie front and bi buck front and that deserves recognition

5. As you said there is a LOT of bucktommy love rn which is great and all but may draw focus away from buddie, if Oliver is intentionally trying to get buddie fans to keep going it could genuinely just to show that buddie fans are still aiming for buddie endgame and that they still make up a huge portion of the fandom

6. Writing is CONSTANTLY in progress on 911 so again buddie fans being more vocal and abc and writers seeing such positive responses to him so much as interacting with buddie posts or answering buddie questions give them a gauge of audience’s wants (granted Tim has stated it’s not a HUGE factor for him) and also keep in mind s8 is still in the books so even proposals of storylines may be in the talks rn

7. When he talks he is VERY careful about his words and is very well spoken on the topic like yes there have been more stuff we can read into and be optimistic about but you can tell that he in no way is saying specific things to bait people, when talking about existing buddie things he talks about HIS interpretation and uses lots of maybes and might’ve beens and I see how that could be and when he talks about future buddie he talks about being open to it talks about what he’d want from it and he talks about not having control or knowledge of it happening

So yeah he has done/said things that I absolutely think warrant optimism (I made a whole post about it) but if it doesn’t pan out that optimism should a- still be there b- not turn into blame for him

Okay now Oliver aside- the questions being asked about buddie and all the buddie promotions I would be side eyeing the higher ups for if it’s for nothing because yes all the articles and stuff are stuff being pre-approved by abc and the people higher up than cast members or the journalists but I would also keep in mind that s8 is still in the works so hope is not lost even if s7 isn’t what we hoped for because keep in mind we had only 10 eps to work with too

#911 #buddie #evan buckley #thanks anon!#911 abc #eddie diaz #911 fox #evan buck buckley #911onfox #buckley diaz family #asks open #send asks #send me asks #answered asks #asks

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buddiebeginz · 2 days

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I’ve made posts about this before but I’m gonna keep on about it. Please if you love Buddie (when you have time) you need to be posting about them on every social media platform there is. Also liking and commenting on posts especially ones that are on official 911 accounts like the main ABC one or the actors or when interviews come out.

If ABC posts about Buck/Eddie or Ryan and Oliver you need to remind them in the comments we’re rooting for Buddie. I know Buddie fandom is bigger and louder than B/T fans but I keep seeing them all over. There's no reason that pairing with two eps of build up are getting anywhere near the level of attention as Buddie does.

I’m not saying as fans we have all this power over what is going to happen on the show but we have some sway. It’s part of how bi Buck has even happened. So us being so vocal and supportive of Buddie all these years and even more now while the story is still unfolding matters.

I don't want Tim or anyone else getting the impression that we want T*mmy sticking around any longer than necessary at least not as a love interest.

I know there's been a lot of talk about how the show needs take their time and build Buddie's story if they're going canon and I know some want Buck to be with T*mmy so Buddie can have that slow burn towards getting together. While I do think it's important that Buddie's story is not rushed and handled with care that fact is we really have no idea how many seasons the show even has. I wish some of you would realize we are not living in the golden age of tv anymore. We are living during a time when tv shows get canceled even when they are successful just as a way for networks to cut costs. It's why Fox canceled 911 before it was moved to ABC.

So as much as I do want the show take all the time in the world with Buddie I also want us to actually get to see them go canon. I also feel like we've been in a slow burn with them for six years especially those of us who have watched the show for its entire run. I want to see the show make some progression in moving Buddie's story further along. I'm not saying I want them to be in a relationship tomorrow, absolutely not. But I do think that moving into season 8 I'd like the show to have given us some kind of canon sign that both men feel something for each other beyond friendship. We know they do but I mean something that can't be taken any other way like say an almost kiss at the wedding for example. I'd also like for Eddie to be dealing with his own sexuality storyline by next season.

Back to T*mmy in all honesty the main reason I don't want to see him sticking around much longer is because of his fans. I'm tired of just how much the B/T fans have taken over our fandom. All the tags even ones on other social media platforms are being overrun by B/T and worse by negativity towards Buddie and Eddie and the complete minimizing of the importance of Buddie going canon. I'm glad that T*mmy has helped Buck with his bi awakening but he is so clearly not meant to be an endgame love interest. I just want to see him gone or have the storyline at least move on to where if he's still on the show it's as a friend for Buck, which I personally think he needs more than a relationship right now. Someone who is queer who can help him navigate this newly discovered part of himself.

#buddie #911!

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canonicallyobserving911 · 2 days

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Several Sentences Sunday

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Where CANON and FANON collide!

Season 7 FANON FanFic: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 27 will be posted tomorrow or Tuesday at the latest. I'm in the final stage of completing it and after I do, I'll proofread and edit it then I'll post it on AO3.

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Currently 26 chapters completed: 1M Words; Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

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I'm excited to finish writing Chapter 27 because at the end of Chapter 26, while Buck was sleeping, he made a sound that Eddie hadn't heard before then he immediately sat up in bed and called Eddie's name. He was in a daze when he did and to Eddie, Buck appeared to be still dreaming but since his eyes were open, he started talking to him to get his attention.

They spent the majority of the day before in the hospital after Buck collapsed in Eddie's arms and suffered a bradycardia event of epic proportions. He was unconscious and unresponsive after he received a package that was delivered to the firehouse while they were in Europe. Once he opened it and read the letter, he reached the part where it stated someone died and it reminded him of his own death and it triggered the event.

All three members of the Diaz family are supporting one another as Buck faces the fact that he died last year and as he proceeds to deal with all 7 stages of grief.

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Here's a romantically fluffy and almost smutty snippet from Chapter 27 of Buck and Eddie being head over heels in love with each other.

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Buck breaks the sound barrier first and admits, “Eddie, I love you, so much. Do you know how much I love you?”

“I do.” He smiles and stretches his arms out as far as they’ll go and replies, “This much.”

“More!” He whispers as he moves closer and positions himself so he’s on top of his husband. He leans down and kisses him passionately and after he pulls back, he looks him in the eyes and says, “I love you to infinity and beyond.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows. “My love… did you just hit me with a line from the movie “Toy Story”? Didn’t Buzz Lightyear say that?” Eddie knows the movie and the line because Chris watched it over and over again when he was 6 years old.

Buck laughs and Eddie does too and before they know it, they’re both crying from laughing so hard.

When their laughter subsides, Buck says, “Yeah… he did but it’s the only way I could think of to describe how much I love you.”

And who is Eddie to refute that. “I love you to infinity and beyond too” then he lifts his head and presses his lips to Buck’s and when he runs his tongue over his bottom lip, he opens for him.

The kiss is tantalizing and magnificent because it’s filled with love, passion and devotion and when Eddie rolls his tongue like he rolls his "Rs" when he speaks Italian and Spanish, Buck thinks his heart’s going to explode in his chest because he wants to feel his husband all over him.

It’s been more than a week, actually it’s been 13 days but Buck thinks who’s counting, then he realizes he has and he can’t wait for Eddie to be buried deep inside of him again.

After more than a minute, they break it because they need to come up for air and when they do, Eddie looks at his husband and he wants to make love to him so bad right now but in the back of his mind, he hears, “You know you aren’t supposed to” but his heart and the bulge in his pants causes him to breathlessly say, “Ci�� che vuoi!” [“Tell me what you want!”]

“VOI! [“YOU!”]

And that’s all it takes for them to crash their lips into each other’s again and for Buck to start undressing his husband while speaking Italian in his ear. “Voglio che tu faccia l’amore con me!” [“I want you to make love to me”].

Eddie’s breath hitches in his throat but then everything that happened and was said to them on Monday comes back to the front of his mind like a whirlwind. He gasps and after he catches his breath, he whispers, “Amore mio, we should st—op!”

Buck keeps kissing that soft spot underneath his earlobe that drives him wild and after he scrapes his teeth over it, he asks, “Don’t you want me because… I really want you? Eddie, I need you!”

Without hesitation, he admits, “Of course I—I do… I always want you, more than anything but you know we can’t… not right now. We have to wait until…”

Why did Eddie tell Buck they have to wait to make love? 🤷🏽‍♀️

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Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it. But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago. They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial. But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories. Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie. It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.

Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.

Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?

Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.

Chapter 16 - As Buck and Eddie begin to prepare for their marriage ceremony that will take place in Rome, Italy in December 2023, they start planning their first international adventure as a romantic couple. Even though Chris is still the only person they’ve told about their relationship, several people who know them have already witnessed the love they share and as the days continue, others will witness it too.

Chapter 17 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to departing Los Angeles for their international adventure, a moment in time will remind them; life is fragile, tomorrow isn’t promised and every second of everyday should be cherished because everything can change in an instant. The result of that realization will cause them to hold onto each other even more.

Chapter 18 - As Buck, Eddie and Chris prepare for family gatherings before and during the Thanksgiving holiday, the “Santa Ana Winds” start to blow and all sorts of expected and unexpected familial drama ensues.

Chapter 19 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to their wedding day, the universe begins to align everything so that some of their parent and children's relationships are strengthened while others come to an abrupt end.

Chapter 20 - With only 14 days remaining until Buck, Eddie and Chris depart Los Angeles, CA traveling to Rome, Italy, for their first family adventure, an early morning conversation about “tying up loose ends” helps Buck and Eddie realize there are still several things left unfinished on their ‘To Do’ lists. The question is will there be enough time to complete all of them?

Chapter 21 - Buck, Eddie and Chris are finalizing their ‘To Do’ Lists, double checking their itineraries and packing their suitcases in preparation for their trip to Europe so they can board their flight that departs Los Angeles, CA on Friday, December 15, 2023 at 3:25PM.

Chapter 22 - While Buck, Eddie and Chris spend the first 8 days of their European family adventure in Italy, their primary reason for going will be fulfilled as well as several others they hadn’t considered or anticipated.

Chapter 23 - As the Diaz Family continues their Italian family adventure, they’ll say, “Ciao” or hello and goodbye to a lot of things almost immediately after they become an official and legal family.

Chapter 24 - After Buck, Eddie and Chris arrive in London, England on December 24th; the Diazes immediately start preparing to spend their first family Christmas together. During their stay, each of them will hear a few choice words that will be the life raft to get them home to complete their searches to be seen and to be found.

Chapter 25 - After spending more than two weeks in Europe, Eddie, Buck and Chris are back in Los Angeles and they’re getting ready to attend Maddie and Chimney’s New Year’s Eve party. During the event, they have plans to make two surprise announcements but the question is, who’s really going to be surprised, the Diaz family or their found family at the 118?

Chapter 26 - Buck and Eddie are once again faced with their greatest fear of losing each other but this time it could be permanent and if it is, then they won’t be able to spend the rest of their lives together.

Chapter 27 - Will be posted soon.

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Chapter 27 will be posted tomorrow or Tuesday at the latest. I'm in the final stage of completing it and after I proofread and edit it, I'll post it.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz #the buckley diaz family #buckley diaz family #The Diaz Family #buddie fanfic #ao3 fanfic #911 fanfic #911 abc #911 on abc #Fanonwriter2023 on AO3 #Hiatus Reading #Several Sentences Sunday #Seven Sentences Sunday #buddie wip #“I'm still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

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dontneedmyheart · 15 days

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#this is not a fully formed thought #but i’m just thinking that if buddie does go canon #one of the things the writers could deep dive into is #how they both have kind of complicated relationship with sex #i’ve been thinking about that post about eddie and does he know he can say no to sex #and how buck used to try to fill #heh pun not intended #an empty hole inside himself with meaningless sex #and how bothered he was that he might have not been able to please all his former partners #so i just think it would be such a good character study opportunity to have them figure out those things when it comes to their sex life #just. you know. have eddie learn that he is allowed to say no #and have buck understand that it doesn’t mean #that he failed as a partner #and that there are other forms of intimacy #that aren’t better or worse than sex but equally important #and even when you KNOW the other person #like really truly know them #you still need to communicate #because even in a commited relationship that is based on trust and love and devotion #you still can’t read your partners thoughts #and even if it’s hard at first it will make your relationship even better when you just talk #and that sex isn’t just some wordless agreement that just happens naturally when two people are attracted to each other #but it’s something that you NEED to talk about #and figure out what works best for everyone involved #i don’t know i have other thoughts about this but like i said #they’re not fully formed and i’m not able to articulate them #🤷🏻‍♀️

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clockwayswrites · 17 days

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Danny is a minx and I am not responsible for him.

Okay, so, you all voted and I, um, failed? We didn't get to cuddling. There should be cuddling coming? Idk, darlings, this was my third start on this and Danny took over. I've got no say in this anymore. Canon-typical violence, crude language, cross dressing, discussions of prostitution

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“You think you can fucking play us like that?!”

The shout carried easily through the crisp fall air. Red Hood sighed and changed direction away from his safe house and towards the noise.

“—fuck you up for that! Give us our fucking money back!”

“Fuck you,” snapped back a voice that Jason had come to recognize over the last several months. Right then the words dripped in fake, but damn convincing, heavy Crime Alley drawl, but Jason knew it all the same. “If yous don’t got it, don’t bet it. If yous don’t got game, don’t play it.”

“Yeah, no, I don’t think a little girl like you gets to say how this goes,” a third voice growled.

Hood clung to the edge of the roof just long enough to drop silently into the alleyway next to the dive bar. From the quick glance sent his way he was only noticed by the damn minx, so he leaned casually back against the grimy brick wall and unholstered his gun.

“Right? Yeah! Yeah, bitch! You don’t get to say how this goes!” the first voice shouted again. The guy’s shoulders were squared up as if he was some sort of threat in his overpriced, knock off bomber jacket and ill fitting jeans.

It almost made Jason want to sigh.

Actually, fuck it, Jason gave in and sighed loudly, knowing how it sounded through the modulation of his helmet. Bomber Jacket and his buddy, I Swear This is Real Italian Leather, spun around and then cowered so quick Jason swore they gave themselves whiplash.

“So,” Jason said with every ounce of disinterest he could put in his tone, “how does this go? Because right now, I’m thinking that it’s you two who are gonna be going before I put bullets between your eyes.”

“Right, um, yes Red Hood,” Bomber Jacket cowered and grabbed desperately at his friend’s pleather jacket to pull them out of there.

“And gentleman,” Jason said, making them freeze in their steps, “next time you lose your money to a pretty lady, you leave her the fuck alone about it.”

They nodded frantically as they backed the rest of the way out of alley and then took of running.

“I think you made one of ‘em piss himself,” the minx said, looking from the alley way to Jason with those striking aqua eyes.

Jason just shrugged and holstered his gun. “Probably.”

The short, tight skirt clung to the minx’s legs, pulling up enough with the sashaying steps that Jason had to wonder how everything stayed hidden. He kept still as fingers tipped in bright pink nails walked their way up his chest to the red bat. Aqua peered up from below thick, dark lashes. “And did I hear right? You think I’m a pretty lady?”

“Hair is nice like this,” Jason said brushing a gloved finger through the black strands that just brushed the edges of the chin. “But surprised your cock isn’t hanging out of that skirt with how short it is.”

Danny let out a started laugh, resting his forehead against Jason’s chest for a moment before he patted it and backed up to a more respectable distance.

“Duct tape and body shapers works miracles.” The fake Gotham accent was gone and replaced with the faint Midwestern drawl that Danny only seemed to let out around Red Hood. “And don’t make that face, the duct tape is outside of the panties.”

“You can’t see my face,” Jason pointed out, a bit grumpily because he had been grimacing at the thought.

“I was still right though,” Danny said with a smug little smiling pulling on his cherry red lips. It was a good color on him. He leaned back against the wall and spread his legs in a way that Jason couldn’t help but follow with this gaze. “Everything is fine down there, Boss, just a little squished. Offer’s still on the table if you want to check out the good. No charge for my darlin’ knight.”

Jason snorted at the continued offer from Danny; it was practically as good as ‘bye’ between them at this point since Danny seemed to offer it every time. “I’m not going to be one of your Johns, Danny.”

“Told you no charge. Could just be two people who like sex,” he offered with a little shrug, but pushed himself off the wall to leave. No, Danny pushed himself up off the wall with a wince.

Jason was at his side in an instant. “One of those fuckers get you?”

“No, so no hunting them down,” Danny said. His voice was confident, but the way he actually leaned on Jason’s offered arm was worrying. “Just a bad John— ex John. That’s why I’m sharking pool instead of working the corner.”

As if Danny had to work an actual corner anymore. He appealed to a very specific type of client that could pay to have something pretty and convincing on their arm and still get what they wanted between the legs and in the sheets.

“You taking anything for it?” Jason asked.

Danny just shrugged. “Nah, Boss, nothing over the counter works on me really.”

“Clinic?”

Danny snorted. “As if. They can test for STDs and that’s about as much as I want a clinic near me.”

Jason resisted the urge to cuss at Danny. He got it. After all, he only trusted Leslie or Alfred really— or a family member in a pinch.

Maybe he could just bluster Danny into getting some help. “Right, come on.”

“What?” Danny asked, digging his heels (and fuck those were some heels) into the ground.

Not willing to put with that right then, Jason just swung his arm under Danny’s legs and scooped him up like he was nothing. Fuck the Johns really had to be able to throw Danny around if they wanted that sort of thing.

“Boss, Hood, what the fuck?!” Danny hissed.

“Safe fucking house is what the fuck so I can check you over.”

“Boss, if you wanted in the skirt—”

“Danny, shut the fuck up and let me make sure you’re alright, alright?” Jason asked, looking down at him.

Danny stared back with a frown. Then his sighed, like it was the biggest concession in the world to make. Finally he rested his head against Jason’s chest. “Fine, Boss, whatever you say.”

“Thank you,” Jason said, more gently than he meant to.

Jason had to suck in several careful breaths as he took in the wound splashed across Danny’s ribs. “No fucking John did that to you and if they did—” if they took some sort of hot poker to Danny’s side— “I’ll kill them if they did.”

#tbcontinued #dp x dc #dead on main #minx

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Ok so I’m assuming Rhett is 30 ish because Lewis is 30 (almost 31 in like a month) but like Rhett with reader who is younger than him by a good number of years (reader being 23 at youngest probably) what’s the relationship like? Was he super reluctant at first because of the gap? How do we meet him? How does the family feel? What if he’s her first “real” boyfriend? How would he react to reader asking him to take their v card?

When I tell you that this has been stuck in my head since you sent me this, oh my GOD. I've been meaning to write this concept with Rhett and Bobby for over a year and keep forgetting to 🤤 I got a little carried away. Hope y'all don't mind 🤍

Canonically, Rhett is twenty-four, but I think we as a collective have chosen to ignore that 💃 here's my proof post on that, if you're curious 💕 TLDR: Rhett was born June 12th, 1996, and OR S1 takes place in November 2020

For the sake of this post, I'll just leave it and say he's noticeably older than the reader ✨ I don't want to set a specific age for him and accidentally exclude someone :(

I like to view an older version of Rhett as someone who's still into the rodeos; he's gotten up there in the bull riding ranks, and though he's a year or two away from aging out of it, he's still up there kicking ass when you first encounter him. It's your first time coming to this rodeo, and you're not sure what to think when you see him leaned up against the fence in that quiet, rugged glory so many cowboys seem to carry. Older than the rest of the riders, so jaded by buckle bunnies that he hardly notices the ones trying to get his attention.

The first time you walk past him, he lifts the corner of his lip and nods his head toward you as if to say hello. Some simple little thing that gets you smiling, hoping to high heaven that your friends don't notice the sudden weakness in your knees. Three Sundays in a row, you go to the rodeo with your friends, and three Sundays in a row, you walk past him on your way to the food trucks. Three Sundays in a row, he smiles and nods his head at you.

You think he's just being nice.

Rhett just thinks you're hot.

But he's too tired of entertaining relationships with folks who only want him for what lurks beneath his championship buckle and to tell all their friends they fucked a real cowboy. It was fun when he was younger, but after a while, like most things, it gets old.

So when he sees you at the bar after a rodeo one night, he doesn't think too much about it. Sneaks a few glances at you out the corner of his eye, sure, quietly wondering how pretty his name would sound coming out of your mouth, but that's it.

Until some hotshot decides that he's going to give you hell while your friends are in the bathroom. And Rhett's within the perfect earshot to get rightfully pissed off. He's not particularly one to get into someone else's business, but he's also not too fond of this whole "badger someone 'till they give what you want" technique the younger boys have been employing recently.

"'s this guy botherin' ya?" He asks, in that gravelly voice, his elbow propping against the bar, speaking to you but his eyes never once leaving the steer wrestler giving you trouble. He's got a history with this kid; this isn't their first confrontation.

Of course, you don't know that when the younger man goes nose-to-nose with Rhett. But oh, if it doesn't make you the slightest bit dizzy when Rhett's jaw hardens at your meek 'yes.'

He only means to scare the guy off and go back to watching his buddy eat shit at the pool table, but your friends are taking forever to come back, and he's found himself offering to sit with you until they do. You're asking his name, and he's ashamed to admit that his heart jumps at the sound of his name on your tongue.

You don't seem to care all that much about the age difference, and Rhett's got no reason to be concerned; your age doesn't end in 'teen,' and you can legally drink, but he's found himself a touch hesitant to flirt with you. Isn't all that fond of breaking his heart over another sweetheart who stumbled into Wabang.

But you just keep running into each other. You're in line with him at a food truck; he sees you at a rodeo bonfire and chats you up until your friends are begging to head home. He's given you his number, and he's catching himself looking for you at the end of his rides.

And then he's busting his left shoulder after a ride, and somehow, he's found himself outside of the ambulance, being backed up against a wall as you kiss him hard on the mouth. It's the first kiss he's had in years, and your hands on his big chest are the sweetest thing he's ever felt. It's everything, and it takes every ounce of his will to draw your hand off of his belt buckle.

"Y' don't wanna do that," his whispered warning drips off his tongue like honey, and oh do you want a taste, "'m 'fraid if I let ya have me, I might follow ya 'round for the rest of my life."

He really doesn't know what to do when you smile and ask, "But what if that's what I want?"

How he survived that, he doesn't know. But a kiss-filled conversation ends in him agreeing to take you on a real, proper date. He takes you to Odessa's diner for lunch, pulls your chair out for you, and never lets you touch a door, and he gets along with you so well. It helps a lot that he's been on a funky little life path that has given him many of the same experiences as you. There's an age gap, sure, but his stage of life isn't too different from your own. Especially because he was a bit of a late bloomer with this whole 'adult' thing. The perks of being emotionally stunted by Royal...

Rhett doesn't differ that much if he's your first boyfriend; he's sickeningly sweet, regardless. No amount of experience or inexperience will stop him from going all out on you; if there's one thing his momma did, it was raise him right. You might as well be royalty. That being said, he's happy to take the lead (or give it up) depending on your experience level.

The relationship isn't all that different from how it would be if he was your age. There are some generational references that take time to understand, and Rhett's age shows the most when you try teaching him to use Instagram, but that's a given. He's a little bit smug when you're with him in public, especially at rodeos. He knows he's struck gold, and he intends to show you off as much as you're comfortable with. Protective, too. Those bull riders know better than to linger and try their luck with you. More times than you can count, you've overheard the whispered warning, "That one's Rhett's."

Rolls his eyes when you (affectionately) call him old man...

To be fair, Rhett does try to wait until a few weeks into your relationship to start getting intimate; he wants to take things slow with you, but then you're cupping him through his jeans, and he's breathless as you massage him through the fabric. And when you sit in his lap, wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, and grind your ass down into him? He's a goner.

If you're a virgin, then he's extra careful with you. Takes some more time to draw your clothes off, slow as he kisses down your belly until he can run his tongue up your sweet little pussy. But he's obscene about it, regardless. Groaning around your clit, letting you yank on his hair all you need. Frustrates you to no end because you're trying so hard to get him to fuck you, and all he wants to do is eat you out. Four times. Four times, you rile him up, and the most progress you make is getting his jeans off. He doesn't mean to upset you, he's just a whore for giving oral.

Until that one time at the bar when you hauled him into a bathroom stall, dropped to your knees, and wrapped your mouth around him before he could get under your skin.

That got him. You couldn't take all of him, gagging every time his plush tip hit the back of your throat, but his knees were shaking. Moans muffled by the palm of his hand. Trying his best to pull you off when he came and damn near hit the floor when you instead chose to swallow him down.

Again, if you're a virgin, then there isn't a huge difference in how he treats you when he takes your virginity. Not out of impatience or anything of the sort, but it's your first time together. He's going to treat you like a virgin regardless. Overusing the lube as he introduces you to a thick, calloused finger, watching your reaction for the slightest hint of pain. "'s this hurt? No? You sure?"

Annoyingly pushes the tip of his cock against you, then lets it slide through your folds, obsessed with the sight of it. But just as you're going to complain, he finally nudges inside, and it silences you completely.

If there is one thing about Rhett Abbott, it's that he's huge in more ways than one. Splitting you open in all the right ways, big hands stroking up and down your skin, whispering the filthiest things into your ears. "Think 'm almost too big for your lil pussy, angel." "Shhh, we'll make it fit. Jus' relax 'round me." "'s that feel good, sweetheart? Y' like bein' stretched 'round my cock like that?"

He ruins you either way. You never pegged yourself to be this insatiable, riding him in his truck, fucking him outside the bar, in bathroom stalls, cheap hotel rooms, bending over the hood of his truck while he had a flat tire. It's not your fault; Rhett's just that damn good, and he's somehow able to match you entirely. Rolls his eyes a little, sure, but he's just doing that to annoy you. "This old man fucks you that good, hm? Cute little pussy ain't satisfied 'till I pump it nice 'n full of my cum?"

Sometimes, he tells you he's too tired for sex and then turns around and pounces on you because he heard you whimper once and had a second burst of energy.

Which...is how your relationship gets found out. He's left a mark on your collar, and at some point, you bend down to pick up a fork you dropped, and it gets noticed. So you either got in a fight with a vacuum cleaner and lost, or you have a little someone.

The worst part is telling everyone how old he is. Rhett's got this funny charm where he looks younger than he actually is, and it nearly makes someone choke at the dinner table. And Rhett's not the best with people, but he's quick to make a good impression. He's like a fine wine; he's gotten better as he's aged.

You'll likely never meet Rhett's family, and if you do, it's a handful of times for no longer than two hours. After Rhett moved out, there's been tension every time he sees his folks. He was supposed to stay and spend his life helping the ranch, to honor his family loyalties, not run off and find love in someone else. Cecelia's sweet, doesn't say anything about the age gap, so long as you're both happy. Royal...you don't know what he said, but you had to grab Rhett by the belt to reign him in.

All that being said, Rhett's a sweetheart to you, regardless of your age gap. There are some differences that wouldn't be there if he was your age, but he's keen to work on those things together. Rhett doesn't fall in love often, but when he does, he falls hard, and he's going to give you the world. Even if you do call him old man every now and then.

Like I said...I got carried away

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matan4il · 1 year

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Buddie 617 meta

I’m gonna be honest here, this was one of the funniest 911 eps to me. I loved how this ep showed us both Buck and Eddie completely sucking at dating. It was very obvious in Buck’s case, what with each attempt to have quality time with Natalia being ruined by one of his past decisions, but then when he called out Eddie for also sucking at it, Buck wasn’t wrong. Eddie’s attempts seem half-hearted at best. First off, if he really wanted to date, then Tia Pepa’s help and dating apps are actually not that awful as options. Magic might happen there as well. The right person could even stand out more against a sea of not so great choices, turning the dreary experience into a colorful, magical one. But even when Eddie tries on his own, his attempts are LAME. Seriously, there are pastime activities that offer way more potential to start a conversation, and maybe a romance, than the ones Eddie chose. Not only that, these are not his actual hobbies, where he knows he’ll find someone who likes the same thing he does (the way he shares so much with one tall firefighter that we’re all thinking of right now. Eddie’s also being dumb about wanting it to “just happen” as if that’s not exactly what he got with buck. Also, just a friendly reminder that Buddie have been dating for almost 5 years, and they are GREAT at it when it’s with each other).

On top of that, we for real got a guy checking Eddie out (hi, hello, should I start a collection of him checking and being checked out by guys?) as well as him witnessing a woman he was looking at being embraced by another one. Why the hints at being surrounded by queer people? Your guess is as good as mine, but I’m here for it no matter what. ;D Now, I’ve talked before about the ongoing theme of Buddie’s dating life being intertwined in terms of when they start dating someone, or of why they break up, but now in addition to them dating at the same time, we also see them simultaneously sucking at it? Yeah, that takes the connectedness of their dating life up a notch. ~~

Which brings me to one line that grabbed my attention in this ep. THE line that offers the explicit resolution for the most important romantic plot here is the one from Gina, the insurance lady, to Chimney, about not regretting the attempt. Yes, even when the result is bad. That’s what Madney will embrace. One of the biggest obstacles to Buck and Eddie, besides their obliviousness, is the fear of ruining the good thing they have by attempting to take it to the next level. But here we have Chimney being reminded by Gina that it’s worth it, to try. Because the good thing you can have, if it works out? Is worth it. And you never have to live with the “what if” of it all. Now look at Buck and Eddie being once more adorable morons together on the job! Imagine the moment when they stop running around and let themselves try taking it to the next level, because they realize no matter what the result will be, they would never regret the attempt. ~~

Speaking of Buddie paralleling one of the canon couples on the show who were acting lovey dovey in this ep, the way Bobby described what made him and Athena happen reminded me of Buddie connecting. In both cases, there’s an intense and upsetting call, after which one of our first responders turns to find support (Buddie promising to have each other’s back) and comfort (Eddie wants to go grab something to eat together) in the other one. ~~

I did not miss Taylor Kelly, and true to form, she was back because she’s advancing her career by exploiting her personal connection to Buck and the exposure to the 118 it provided her. I’m pretty sure this basically buries any option of any showrunner ever trying to re-set these two as a romance, since it echoed and reinforced Buck’s decision to break up with her. It WAS funny to see her and Lucy cockblock Buck (I do think Lucy’s tone with which she spoke of their past also closes the door on anyone ever trying to set her and Buck up as a serious couple), but what I found to be funniest is that Buck tells Natalia he was trying to figure out the perfect place for their date, and then he took her to the bar where he kissed Lucy. A bar reminiscent of the one where he hooked up with Taylor. Possibly a spot where he hooked with other women during his Buck 1.0 stage based on how it’s THE hang out place for the 118 and we know Buck had no issues hooking up anywhere back then. Natalia, hon. This is not a good sign for your r/s with him. ~~

Speaking of which, there’s an ex who didn’t come back in this ep, but her spirit loomed large over Buck and Natalia IMO, and that is Ali. The reason why she and Buck broke up after 218 is because at the end of the day, she couldn’t accept the choices he had made in his professional life (hoping he would move on from firefighting). In the same way, Natalia revealed in this ep that she can’t accept Buck’s choices in his personal life. A small reminder the only partner we’ve ever witnessed truly seeing and accepting Buck, in every aspect of his life, has been Eddie. ~~

Another funny thing about this (911 is a comedy, y’all) is how Natalia flees the second she comes across Kameron. I mean, this is in addition to the hilarity of the death doula’s first name connecting her to birth and to all things natal, yet she flees the second that she sees a pregnant lady. Because if this is Natalia’s reaction when it comes to a bio kid that Buck explicitly said he is not going to raise, what would she do once she realizes he co-parents a fully grown kid? (and a very sassy one, too. LBR, Natalia doesn’t stand a chance in a show down with either Diaz boy) ~~

Much like Natalia doesn’t seem like the right fit for Buck based on this ep (or based on 616), neither does Marisol. Can I point out the fact that Eddie’s disapproval in the last ep of Buck dating Natalia applies here, too? They both met these women on calls. Second, Eddie wanted it to happen naturally, which is why it’s so lame he tried through all sorts of activities that he’s not ACTUALLY into and wouldn’t continue doing past the initial stage of meeting someone else. And that holds true for Marisol as well. We saw that her brother and her are very into DYI, which I guess was meant to lay the groundwork for Eddie running into her in a DYI shop. But the thing is, Eddie himself isn’t into this! Sure, he can do it, because as a single dad he’s had to, but it’s not something we’ve ever seen him being passionate about. He’s only at this store because of Christopher’s project. And then once more, just like he steps away from Pepa’s help, dating apps and chooses the wost places for a chance romantic connection, he walks away from Marisol even when the whole scene plays out as if she’s the climax of his search throughout this whole ep. This might all hint that despite initial appearances, just like the people he came across while golfing and hiking wouldn’t be the right fit, Marisol wouldn’t be either. Even more importantly, just like Ana at first appeared like she would be perfect for Eddie in 312, starting out in a “it just happened” sort of way and with supposedly being fated because she happened to guess correctly that Eddie stands for Edmundo, this thing with Marisol might look in the moment like it’s exactly what he was looking for, but it will fizzle out as well.

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justapoet · 12 days

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Random dialogue prompt list

"Have you ever been in love?" "No. Why?" "I think I'm in love with you."

Distancing themself from the other because they start to think that there is definitely something wrong with them

Stuttering

"I missed you so much, I don't know why. But, I did."

"You look perfect in this outfit." "Oh."

“Tell me you did not go to a fight without me.” “I don’t need you to protect me.” “It’s not about protection-”

"Did you forget that it was your turn to grab the groceries today?" "Yeah, sorry. I thought I'd wait for you so we can go together?"

“The problem lies within the fact that I want more. That’s what scares me the most, because I don’t want to want more. But I can’t help it.”

“You said you loved me last night.”

“So that confession…” “Didn’t mean shit ‘cause I was drunk. And I don’t want you accepting that. Let me confess to you, properly, at the least.”

“I swear I didn’t murder anyone.”

"Who are you when you're not performing?" "Fuck. Marry me."

“You have the most beautiful smile, you know that?”

“I just want(ed) to make you smile.”

“I was just getting my coffee, but then I fell in love with you”

"I…I missed you." "Oh."

“I desperately want to kiss you.”

“Maybe it’s a good mood. Maybe it’s a manic episode.”

"Don't open your eyes"

"Goddammit, don't say that!"

“Fuck it. I’m in.”

“Too late. I’m already yours.”

“Nothing - no matter how weird or dark - could ever change the way I feel about you.”

“For once, I’m completely serious.”

“I don´t believe that you know what the hell you are doing half of the time.”

“There isn’t a single unit of thought behind your eyes.” “Of course, not. I’m looking at you. My brain doesn’t work when I’m looking at you.”

"Are we going to talk about it?"

“I’d tear down mountains and rewrite the stars just to see you smile.”

“You weren’t part of my life plan.”

“So, tell me, what do you feel for me?”

“I’m this close to resorting to physical violence if shit continues to not work out.”

“I don’t know what to do.”

“Say another word and I´ll shove these fries down your throat.”

“Could you even try to be nice to me today?”

“There are about thirty-five ways this could go wrong. I’d say that’s pretty good odds.”

"Are you seriously considering to go through with this complete absurd?"

"It's a miracle you're still alive." "Mom does say you're a miracle worker, yes."

"You're sick. Did the fever make you forget how to dial my number?"

"Just do it, you moron."

"My self-control is hanging by a thread right now. Please, don't do this to me."

“Hey, neighbour, I’ve never met you before but your dog just destroyed my garden."

“Well, I’m afraid that opinion’s going to change once you get to know me.”

"Ever thought of stepping outside, or have you become part of the furniture?"

"Can you just look at me? Please?"

"I needed to hear your voice."

“Just to clarify: We are in a relationship, right?”

"You're the only thing I should be afraid of, and that fear died off years ago."

“it’s a bit frustrating to how oblivious you are.”

“what do i have to do or say for you to notice that i’m in love with you?”

“Yeah, that wasn’t supposed to happen and I was not supposed to say that, I’m so sorry.”

so, hi! this is just a silly prompt list, but I'd very much like to ask you to send me asks and resquest a fic from any of them!

I'll be writing for the following couples:

Buddie (9-1-1)

Percabeth (Percy Jackson)

Nick and Chalie (Heartstopper)

Aziracrow (Good Omens)

Polin (Bridgerton)

Kathony (Bridgerton)

If you have any other couples from these universes that you might want, you can send them to me, as well. Other than Buddie (that it's not canon just yet), I like best to only write canon couples.

#prompt list #dialogue prompts #my writing #send me requests!#requests are open #percabeth #buddie #heartstopper #aziracrow #polin #kathony #bridgerton #percy jackson #good omens #911 on abc #fic requests

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Anonymous: Hey, Can I request smut? like what would the re8 ladies react to Y/N tying them up and fucking them with a huge strapon

18+ Minors DNI

Absolutely, buddy! I’m excited and had to jump on this one because I’m a gross gal… Let’s get into it!

Head canons for how the RE8 women react to Y/N tying them up and fucking them with a strap-on:

Alcina:

Unpopular opinion, but I do think that Alcina enjoys receiving and insertion.

She’s quite tall, so any strap-on that Y/N uses wouldn’t be too earth-shattering, just pleasant for her.

She lets Y/N take the reins for a while which is a nice change of pace.

Y/N finds a soft place on Alcina’s sides to grab onto and just starts going to town.

Alcina loves to look Y/N in the eyes and tell them what to do and where to do it.

Very much a power-bottom, in my opinion. I also think she can be a hard dom when she wants. (Also, you seen that fit? I kinda hc her as high-femme but that’s just me).

As for bondage… I don’t really have a feeling one way or another about it. I don’t think Alcina would have a fetish for it, but I do think she would enjoy a little bit of role play with it occasionally.

Donna:

Sub-bottom. I’m sorry, I just work with the facts I’m given XD (Although, a hot power-bottom Donna… That husky voice telling you what to do, her perfectly manicured nails scratching your back as you fill her… I need to go take a cold shower).

She is kinky, people. I bet she loves to be tied up. Maybe it’s a symbolic thing with her dolls and puppet strings or something, but I just think she’d be into it.

She was, however, very nervous when her and Y/N first began doing bondage. Now she knows how much Y/N loves her and that they will stop if she ever needs them too. (Consent is sexy, y'all).

Donna used to only be able to tolerate oral and fingering, but now she feels adored and loved when Y/N fills her with their strap. It’s like she is complete when they have sex.

Honestly, I think the whole situation with the bondage and the strap-on is more of an emotional experience for Donna. She is able to let go of all of her anxiety and just let Y/N worship her.

Miranda:

We’ve talked about this before but… She’s a cock-slut in my opinion.

After being alone for so long, she needs a release. She likes it rough, hard and deep.

Miranda is much more into “topping from the bottom”, but she also likes it when Y/N does some dirty talk before they start railing into her.

Miranda has a high-opinion of herself (Deserved, because she’s gorgeous). She just likes having her body worshipped. It’s as simple as that. The easiest way for her to not interfere with Y/N’s work is to have them tie her up. Then, all she can do is watch.

Her breasts are her favorite place for Y/N to appreciate, but she is also not shy about letting them explore her stretch marks from her pregnancy with Eva. (I love mom-bods omg).

She is confident, which is why she feels that she can relinquish some control to Y/N in the bedroom… Otherwise, she’s the boss in every situation.

Bela:

Bela is a shy little buggy. She is reluctant at first to tell Y/N that she wants them to tie her up and use the strap on her.

Y/N only finds out what she wants after she has a particularly amazing orgasm. She tiredly asked if Y/N would use the strap next time before she falls asleep.

Y/N’s cheeks were so red that they had to go splash some cold water on their face.

The next time Bela and Y/N have sex, Y/N surprises her by letting her pick from a few different types of strap-ons that they had gotten.

Bela decides to start with a rather modest one, however, something in her sparked a bit of competitiveness after Y/N’s first time using it on her.

Bela is a perfectionist, so she has made it a goal to continually go up in size as the two of them continue to use straps.

Y/N loves watching Bela squirm helplessly (And happily) as she somehow is able to take all of them.

Bela’s favorite part is after a hard climax when Y/N brushes her sweaty hair out of her face and kisses her temple. She lies there contentedly as she silently celebrates her personal victory.

Cassandra:

Yes, yes I know. She is definitely a hard dom. However, I also think she is a switch.

She’s kinky and likes to give sexual punishments, but she also thinks it’s hot when Y/N gains the upper-hand.

She is totally into being tied up. That’s probably for the best too. She becomes very unglued when Y/N uses a strap-on. She would tear them to shreds in ecstasy by accident otherwise.

Cass has never let another partner do these kinds of things to her. She trusts Y/N, and for her, this is the biggest show of love she can give to them.

Cass is an intense person. She expects her sexual escapades to reflect that.

She is strong, so she can take a lot of rough stuff, but she also enjoys plenty of aftercare. It makes her feel loved and wanted.

Cass’s relationship with Y/N has really allowed for her to grow and try a lot of new things that she never would have been exposed to without them. For that, she is incredibly grateful for Y/N.

Daniela:

She is a sweetheart, but she can also be dirty and mean as fuck in the bedroom.

She loves telling Y/N what to do and making sure that they get it right. If they don’t, it’s not unheard of for her to ruin one of Y/N’s orgasms.

Dani is a flirt. No way around that, but she knows what she likes.

Typically, she is in charge, but she also needs time for Y/N to take over for a bit.

There is nothing she hates more than getting into a rut, so she is pretty open-minded about trying new stuff.

When Y/N asks if she’s ever tried bondage, Dani admits that she’s done it to others, but has never had it done to her… Now, it’s all she can think about.

The first time Y/N tied her up and whispered naughty things, she came. Without even being touched. It was that powerful.

Now, tying Dani up is a pretty typical part of their sex life.

Dani was the one to suggest strap-ons first. She just loves the idea of Y/N filling her and getting to tell them how to please her.

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X-Men ‘97 episode 1x3 thoughts! Just wanted to elaborate a bit on some of the stuff we saw in Madelyne’s hellscape, namely the nightmare visions for Gambit and Morph, since it feels like there’s some room to interpret with those two as compared to the other members that have had their inner conflicts explored a bit already or are pretty straightforward.

With Gambit, the vision of Rogue and Magneto does seem to go beyond ‘the woman I love is hooking up with another man’ and hits at some deeper insecurity about himself and his character. The vision of Rogue is calling him out as not a good person, not a worthy person, at least not compared to Magneto. It seems like deep down, Gambit does feel an admiration for Magneto despite their previous status as enemies; he’s convicted, he’s a leader, he’s a savior of mutants, and some part of Gambit ranks himself as lesser by comparison, just a ‘nasty, thieving critter’. Magneto is a hero, and by implication, Gambit is not. That’s kinda sad to think about, since Gambit has helped save the world multiple times at this point and has made plenty of selfless actions in the process, but he has always held himself at a bit of a remove from the team and the cause they’re fighting for. Maybe that’s finally starting to get to him, or maybe has always bugged him on some level but his difficulties with trust have never let him overcome that self-enforced distance. If this is laying the groundwork for some sort of character arc, one where Gambit does seek to become more of what he sees as a worthy man, more of a hero, and whether or not that takes a positive or negative trajectory for him, I’m super interested to see it.

As for Morph... Listen, I've been making Morph x Wolverine jokes just like everyone else, they've been Like That since the OG series, but at this point I'm genuinely and seriously sure that Morph is in love with Logan and that's the core of their nightmare vision. Sure, the obvious terror fuel is their Sinister-based trauma, but listen to what Sinister said to them and the context in which he said it: They just left a conversation where they, Logan, and Gambit were discussing relationship woes, and after Logan ditched them to go check on Jean, they looked bummed and said "and then there was Morph." Left alone. Then the visions start, and Morph gets a very naked Logan posing sexily in the shower. Sure they try to make a very "boys in the locker room" sort of joke out of it, but come on Morph, there is no heterosexual explanation (and I do not say that lightly) for going to bug your buddy in the shower by offering to help him with "hard to reach spaces." Then the Sinister quote: "Always with the jokes, eh, Morph? As if I don't know. As if we ALL don't know." I genuinely think Morph is mega gay for Wolverine and is trying to hide it from everyone badly. They may all be mutants, but it is still the 90s, and just because they all have being a mutant in common with each other doesn't mean they're all on the same page in terms of queerness. Again, if this is the case, it's sad to think about. At this point in the animated canon, Morph and Wolverine make FAR more sense as a pairing than Logan and Jean ever did. Logan never gave up on Morph after they were brainwashed in the OG series, went to the literal ends of the earth to bring them back home, so it's no wonder if Morph caught Big Feelings about it but is scared to actually be honest about them.

#x-men 97

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steviewashere · 1 month

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Leaving is Hard, But Loving You is Easy

Rating: General CW: None Apply Tags: Post-Canon, Post Season 4, Future Fic, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst With a Happy Ending, Eddie Munson is Leaving Town, Saying Goodbye, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Kisses, Making Out, Love Confessions, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington

💕—————💕 He watches Eddie Munson leave in the middle of a Wednesday evening, 1991. It’s just turned 6:10PM and the sunlight is dipping low. There’s a chill in the air. Though he’s wearing a sweater, the breeze is felt more with the expected absence that will be left. Maybe he shouldn’t have befriended the guy over the last several years. If it meant he’d be standing and staring at the guy’s back. Watching him lug boxes into a van that’s probably older than the both of them. Toying with the collar of his sweater like the soothed over fabric will warrant him to not be so lonely. Maybe it doesn’t help that it smells like cigarettes. Steve doesn’t smoke anymore.

“That’s everything, I think. Well, I’m hoping,” Eddie’s saying, turning around. His voice is low and raspy tonight. Like it is when it’s been overused. Makes sense, considering he’d been talking through goodbyes and big plans and sincere farewells. Steve’s the last on his list. He’s not sure whether to feel heartbroken or…Who is he kidding? Of course he’s heartbroken.

One doesn’t become friends with somebody like Eddie Munson and then not be overcome with emotion when he leaves. But also. He doesn’t want to just be friends. Steve holds to himself, tight around the elbows, hunching inwards. Maybe if he’s small, the leaving will hurt less. He also doesn’t allow himself to look. Instead focused on a spot of rust on the van’s bumper. At the brand new DMV sticker on his license plate; it won’t expire for a while now. When he’s not even in Hawkins anymore. When he’s long gone elsewhere.

Eddie sits down right where Steve’s looking. Legs extended in front of him. A cigarette dangling between his chapped lips. Not even lit up. He doesn’t have a lighter right now anyway. Steve should know, Eddie’d been complaining about it for the last three days. He mumbles around the stick, “I’m not going to miss this place.”

“Really?” Steve finds himself asking. Though, he realizes it comes out more as a sigh. A breath. A certain type of mourning. He zeroes in on the knee hole of Eddie’s jeans. Large and manmade. Rippling on the edges and cinched oddly from strings of taut denim that Eddie has since plucked away. Probably from toying with the hole too much. From being restless on Steve’s couch during movie nights or birthed from slow lulls in Dungeons & Dragons campaigns or simply made from being shoved over in games of tag at Hopper’s barbecues.

“Well, yeah, Stevie,” Eddie says. As if it should be obvious. “People don’t like me ‘round here. I’ve felt that way for years. Now it’s my chance to leave.” He sighs through his nose. Like he’s actually smoking the cigarette in his mouth. Then, he continues quietly, “The only good thing to come out of…That hellhole and everything…Was the money to keep me silent. Put it away safely. Now, I’m gonna use it to find myself in a place where I’ll just be a speck. Nobody knows me, that kind of shit.”

Steve nods slowly. Agreeing minutely. If only because Eddie wants him to. “There’s not going to be anything you’ll miss about Hawkins?” Why does a part of him want to hear Eddie say his name?

He shrugs. “I mean I’ll miss having band practice with my buddies. And the Hellfire Club because I started it, y’know? I’ll always have an ache in my heart towards Wayne and the trailer, the first place that ever felt like home.” Eddie plucks the cigarette from his mouth and rolls it back and forth between his index finger and thumb. Both ends are practically dry. He’s staring at it. Contemplating. Then, he sighs mournfully. “I’ll miss the first day I came here. How everything was small yet meaningful. How after a week of walking around town, the folks at all the stores knew my name and my favorite things. Benny…Back at Benny’s Diner, you know the place, he had my favorite order down. I’ll miss the people nobody knows anymore.”

But then he looks dead on at Steve. And Steve burns with how intense everything has come to be. In the space of reconstruction after what such disaster he’s experienced, Eddie’s eyes and his bared soul are enough to nearly knock him down. Take the wind out of him for the moment.

“I will always miss the people here, Steve,” he rasps. “The ones that mattered.”

Steve swallows. “Makes sense,” he musters. Then, he does something he knows will destroy him, he sits down next to Eddie. Shoulder, hip, the outside of their opposite feet connecting in a warm line. His clothed elbow scratches roughly on Eddie’s bare one. He looks out at the space in front of him. The dirt road that gives the idea of a driveway to Forest Hills. At the dead grass that has since wilted from the winter weather. He notices the imprint of their shoes. Dangerously close together. He sighs.

Eddie’s quiet next to him. No longer fiddling with the cigarette. Still where he sits. Stoic in thought. “You’re the best of them,” he whispers.

Steve hums questioningly.

“You,” Eddie says, again like it should be obvious. “Steve, you’re one of my favorite people. Did you know that?”

“No,” he murmurs. “No, I didn’t know that.”

Gently, Eddie nudges his shoulder. Knocking them loose, but settling back warmly. Like he can’t get enough of them touching. Simply sitting there. Doing nothing. Saying goodbye. “Well, you are. You changed my whole worldview. Taught me how to be a better friend. To rid of a lot of my stupid high school bullshit. You’ve—“ He takes a moment to himself. A silence. Contemplating again. Searching. “—You’ve been there. For me. For everybody. A guiding hand. A voice in the darkness of a nightmare. A fixture. You’re wonderful. An experience that I don’t think I’ll ever—“ His next word is muffled.

Muted by Steve’s mouth on his. A hand to Eddie’s cheek, cupping him. Another to the back of his head, tangling hair around his fingers, pushing them together. He moves his lips slowly. Savoring. How Eddie’s lips are slightly cracked, yet plush soft. The breath that puffs onto the corner of his mouth from Eddie’s nose, apparent in the way their heads are angled to meet each other. He doesn’t explore with his tongue. Not at all. Leaving this to the simple movements of one another, the carnivorous way he tastes Eddie. Placating this goodbye with years worth of emotion and yearning, bottled up in his ribcage, and overflowing like a rolling boil.

Though when he takes a breath, he’s forced instead to gasp. To hiccup. To sob. Eddie carefully grasps him by the cheeks. Pulling him back enough to take a deep, swallowing, consuming breath. His thumbs tickle under Steve’s eyes. Patting at the warm skin. The edges of his fingernails gently press into the soft give of his bottom eyelids.

“Stevie?” He questions lowly. “Sweetheart, you’re…You’re crying.”

He sniffles noisily. His hand crumples in Eddie’s hair, probably tugging at the strands, but it’s not shown on Eddie’s face. Instead of answering, he dives back in. Pressing more firmly. Squishing the tip of his nose in Eddie’s left cheek. Slicking their chins with his spit. Stuttering through gasps, sobbing on his lips, squinting with every soft cry. He can’t even fully see Eddie’s face. Not his eyes, which he fell in love with first. Or the way his cheeks are lighting up red, given by the warmth radiating onto Steve’s own skin. He can’t see and he can’t breathe, but he’d be damned if he stopped right now. His other hand moves down to the side of Eddie’s neck, squeezing as if attempting to choke him out. The rapid thrum of Eddie’s pulse under his thumb. He thinks if he were to die in this kiss, he could be resuscitated by Eddie’s beating heart alone.

While Eddie is enthusiastic to respond, his eyes don’t close in bliss. And he doesn’t move further into Steve’s space. If anything, he’s inching away. Pulling again at Steve’s head. Forcing them apart. “Steve, you don’t want to—“

“You’re everything,” Steve is sobbing out. “Everything to me.” He swallows harshly. His tongue is heavy with saliva and emotion. “You stayed here with me after…After all the bullshit. When Robin left for school. And everybody graduated. When they moved on,” he’s rambling. He should stop. Get himself in line. Try to make sense of every word falling from between his lips. But he can’t grasp them. They flow. They spill. He’s boiling.

“Baby, I’m going, too,” Eddie cooed sadly. “I’m not staying here.”

“I know. I know, Eds, I know,” Steve mutters. He gasps through a hiccup, reigning in his tears, at least slightly. “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“Tell me what, Steve?”

He bounces his eyes back and forth between Eddie’s. Their roundness. And the dark encompassing color to them. How they pull him in like black holes. He could probably destroy Steve, especially with what is said next.

“I’m in love with you,” Steve confesses. “I’ve been in love with you,” he reiterates, voice cracking and wet and too thick. “For years, Eds.”

The hands on his cheeks slither down to his shoulders. For a moment, his head is heavy enough to careen him to the side. His head resting on the closed back door. He looks on with half-lidded eyes and a shiver against his spine. Eddie’s looking low at Steve’s chest, where his heart is. He squeezes the sweater material under his hands.

He swallows heavily in the stilled silence. Whispers, “I’m flattered, Steve—“ And Steve straightens back up, flailing a little to get out of this hold. To make his escape. To just leave when he isn’t wanted. But Eddie holds to him harshly. Keeping him still. “—I really am. But what you said doesn’t change my mind. I’m leaving.”

“Tell me, then,” Steve shoots. His voice flat. Lifeless.

“Tell you…”

“That you love me, too. Please tell me that.”

Eddie sighs again. His hands pressing harder on Steve’s shoulders. If it’s not his eyes, then Steve will gladly be ruined by Eddie’s hands. “Steve. That’s not a good idea.” He states it like it’s factual.

To hell with that.

“Then lie to me,” Steve pleads. “You don’t have to mean it. Just tell me—“

“I don’t want to lie to you, Steve. And besides, I’d only be lying to myself if I said it like that,” Eddie says. He moves his left palm up to Steve’s hair, pushing it back from his forehead. Tickling it down to where it touches the tops of his shoulders. Moves back up and dully scratches at his scalp. “I do love you, Steve. I do. I love you with every muscle in my body and every freckle on my skin. But…Sweetheart, you’re staying here. I’ll be elsewhere. And I know how you are in relationships. You like being near. You like being able to touch and cherish and hold. You like waking up next to them. You like having a person with you.”

Sometimes knowing Eddie Munson means being known back. And Steve should’ve realized that. He’s been privy to it thousands of times over the last five years. He’s been pulled from his darkest thoughts because of Eddie’s perceptive nature. He’s been taken care of in a lot of aspects. Distracted when he’s bored. Cherished when he’s lack luster.

He moves his own hands down to his lap. Folding them together so he doesn’t do something more stupid than what he’s already done. Something like hold on and never let go. Because Eddie isn’t his. And sure. Maybe they do love each other. Madly. Deeply. Infatuated practically. But Eddie’s right. He’s right and Steve hates that.

“You’re everything to me,” Steve murmurs. “I can’t just let you leave.”

Eddie sighs. A grievance. “Then we’re at a stalemate, baby. I can’t stay.”

“Then take me with you,” Steve says back. Quick as a bullet. Even his words surprise him. He startles back slightly. But his eyes remain on Eddie’s.

For a moment, they just stare at each other. Before Eddie blinks. Harshly. Tilting his head to the side. “Are you…You’re not just saying that, right? Do you actually want to leave? Because you didn’t want to before.”

Steve nods. “What’s left for me here anyway, right? I can just go to my house, pack my clothes, the few actual things I have, and we can go.”

This time, it’s Eddie who devours. Swooping in. Sucking on Steve’s lips. Nibbling. Holding onto him as to never let him go again. He barely moves to breathe. But when he does, it’s to whisper, “I would’ve loved you still anyway.”

“Hm?”

“If you didn’t want to come with. I still would’ve loved you. I would wait forever.”

“Well. I don’t want to keep you waiting. Help me pack?”

Eddie’s hands drift to his. He holds. Their fingers tangled. “As long as you won’t regret doing this.” His thumb is warm on the back of Steve’s left hand. It’s kind of funny. How big and moving Eddie seems to always be. Though, in this moment, every ounce of him is dedicated to devotion. To soft caresses and softer words.

Steve gives him a small smile. “The only thing I regret is not telling you that I love you sooner. Come on, Eds.” He tugs on their conjoined hands. “My life starts with you.”

💕—————💕 I thought about them not getting together. I thought about writing it so that Steve's love was unrequited. But I spared you. For today. Maybe not next time. We'll see.

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #fanfiction #angst and hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending

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loveyourownsmiilee · 19 days

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I’m reading through all the interviews. The one I am about to quote has Ryan going I think it will depend the connection between Marisol and Eddie. But then there is this

"As far as [Eddie's] sexuality, I think it's pretty clear that he's tried to fill in this motherly, this wife type role—that's all he knows," Guzman explained. "And he's a man [that] first off, he's Catholic. Second off, he's from the military. So those are very straight-edge kind of lifestyles that don't offer too much of exploring. But through the 118, he's had this epiphany each year, like, 'Well, maybe I don't know as much as I thought I did. And maybe I should be exploring a little bit more and maybe I should understand myself a little bit more and even seek a therapist,' which is something new for Eddie. So I feel the representation is reflective of the inclusivity that Ryan Murphy's show likes to have and Tim Minear likes to write."

Yeah that doesn’t scream deepening a connection with a former nun. At all. Also the fact that it should have been Eddie and Tommy. I have more faith than ever. (Also the look Eddie has when Buck comes out to him. The first second as he processes it. Ryan and his facial expressions).

The minute I read that article, my mind immediately jumped to what we’ve all been saying for such a long time. He literally slept with a woman and ended up, knocking her up, then marrying her due to his religious family. Then he joined the army because that’s what he thought was expected from him. He never got to date, never got to experiment and really explore his options. And his word choice is so fucking, prominent here and it really does confirm what we’ve all been saying and thinking. Like I don’t see any other way, his story can possibly go. i am so so itching to do a meta on just their talk in the lost bc Eddie’s facial expressions and tone of voice alone was EVERYTHING to me. Like he truly was like “oh holy shit no way!!!” And he almost was seeing Buck in a new light but it was in such a lovely way and ahhhhh. Like the story is clear as day for me idk. Especially given everything else we found out about today??? Mhmm it’s safe to assume s8 Buddie canon for sure.

#juju answers #shammers86 #buddie #ryan guzman #911 spoilers

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cherienymphe · 2 years

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Pretty When You Cry (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

WARNINGS: NON-CON, mentions of violence, jealous!Rafe, underage drinking, side of Pope x reader, kook!Reader, non canon ages

➥ banner by @maysdigitalarts | divider by @firefly-graphics

summary: if anyone has a right to Kelce’s sister, it’s going to be Rafe Cameron. Not some Pogue.

You paused when someone called for you. At least, you got the feeling it was you they were calling for. You turned to see a familiar face rushing towards you, holding out a card that was just as familiar. You tapped your back pocket, disappointed in yourself as you didn’t even know it had fallen out.

“You uh…you dropped this,” he said, voice a bit shaky.

You took it with a smile, watching as he awkwardly returned it.

“Thanks! That would’ve been ugly later on,” you told him with a chuckle.

He joined in before scratching the back of his head and walking away to rejoin his friends, glancing at you a few times as he did. You turned around with a shake of your head, chuckling to yourself as you rejoined your own friends. You noticed the slight frown on Kelce’s face when you sat down, and you rolled your eyes at him.

“He was just giving me back my card that I dropped,” you told him, ignoring his sour expression.

“He likes you,” your brother complained, and at the sound of that, both Topper and Rafe became a little too interested in the conversation.

“Who?” the oldest of the two almost seemed to demand, and you scoffed at him.

“No one,” you said with a pointed look to Kelce the same time he said Pope’s name.

You sighed, sitting back in your seat.

“He doesn’t like me…”

“He does,” he harshly argued. “…and you’re just lapping it up.”

“I’m not going to apologize for not creating a hostile environment every time I come in contact with someone from the other side of the island,” you sneered. “He hasn’t done anything to me so…”

“He’s a Pogue,” Topper said like that was reason enough to hate him.

“He’s nice.”

“It’s really better to not get into it, Top,” your brother sighed. “The way she talks about him you’d think the sun rose and set on his ass.”

You huffed, looking around to see if your food was on the way.

“What…? You like Pope or something?”

You turned your gaze onto none other than Rafe, your least favorite of Kelce’s buddies. The guy was equally demented as he was handsome, and as fun as he could be sometimes, Rafe really just didn’t know when to quit. That applied to pretty much everything. Coke, getting into fights, spending his dad’s money. It had been years, and you still didn’t quite know what to think of him.

Half the time you liked him because he’d look out for you when Kelce wouldn’t…and half the time you hated him for being…well…Rafe.

Right now, was a perfect example because you swore he looked more bothered by the idea of you liking Pope than your own brother. He was playing with the straw in his glass, steely blue gaze focused on you as he lounged in his chair. The look on his face demanded an answer, and you gave him one.

“No, I-.”

“Good,” he interrupted. “…because John B, and all of his little buddies are bad news.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes.

“I’m serious,” he continued. “They’re always getting mixed up in some shit, and a nice girl like you shouldn’t hang around trash like that.”

“The way you guys talk about them is disgusting,” you said, rising out of your seat, throwing Rafe a cold look. “…and excuse me if I don’t take advice from the guy who snorts coke for breakfast.”

“Woah,” you heard Kelce say, Topper snorting a laugh.

Rafe simply smirked at you, head tilted to look up at you, his expression telling you that your words were going in one ear and coming out of the other.

“Text me when the food gets here. I’ll be outside,” you mumbled.

You didn’t spare them another glance, but you knew they’d be talking about you the minute you left. The North Carolina breeze cooled your face, and it was only then that you realized just how mad they’d made you. You leaned against the outside of the restaurant, gnawing at your lip.

You hated the way they talked about people from The Cut, but Pope especially.

Sure, you could admit that JJ had his issues, but no more than Rafe, and while John B wasn’t perfect, he also wasn’t the criminal your brother and his friends made him out to be. But Pope was…different. You didn’t think it was an exaggeration to say he was the sweetest guy you’d ever met. He was always so polite to you, never missing a chance to say ‘hi’ and you supposed that Kelce was right.

Pope did like you, that much was easy to see. His eyes always lit up when you came around and watching the way he’d stumble over his words was…cute. You’d be lying if you said the feeling wasn’t mutual. How could you not? It was Pope, and it was often why you found yourself dragging Kelce to The Wreck. Any chance to see him…

Just then some people were coming out, and you kept your face forward at the sound of a familiar voice. JJ was animated as he told John B. and Kiara about something he’d made in his backyard, and your gaze found your feet. You reached for your phone, in the process of unlocking it when your name was called.

You looked up in shock.

“It��s Y/N…right…?”

Pope was standing near you, red tee clinging to him as he studied your face.

“Yeah,” you confirmed with a smile.

A slow one of his own spread along his lips.

“Cool, cool,” you heard him murmur to himself before looking towards his friends.

You followed his gaze, finding them in Kiara’s car and watching you two. Pope suddenly cleared his throat, and you looked back to him.

“Um…there’s gonna be a thing at the beach later…”

You nodded at that, fully aware. After all, Kelce never missed an opportunity to drink.

“Are you going?” he wondered, and you fought back a smile at the eagerness in his voice.

“I didn’t have any plans to,” you honestly answered. “I don’t have many friends…or…many that I would consider a friend, anyway. Kelce and his dick buddies don’t really count.”

Pope nodded at that, face thoughtful.

“Well, you should come,” he suggested. “I’d be happy to save you a beer or whatever you like to drink.”

Your smile grew, unable to stop yourself as you thought about it. Kelce would be too drunk and preoccupied with whatever girl had his attention to notice who you were hanging out with. You surmised that Rafe and Topper would be the same, and so you nodded.

“Okay.”

Pope’s eyebrows rose in shock, lips parting before he snapped them shut.

“Okay?”

You nodded.

“Okay…yeah. Um, I’ll see you tonight,” he rushed out before hurrying towards Kiara’s car.

He waved at you as she drove off, and you returned it, quietly chuckling to yourself. You stared after them for a while, excitedly thinking about tonight when your attention was forced elsewhere.

“Our food’s here…”

You turned to look over your shoulder, staring up at Rafe as he stood on the ramp. The breeze ruffled his dirty blond hair a bit, but he didn’t care as he seemed to stare you down. His jaw was clenched, but you ignored his attitude as you rounded the walkway, making your way by him to go back inside.

“What were you and Pope talking about?” he finally asked just as you brushed by him.

When you looked at him, his gaze was already on you, and you rolled your eyes.

“Nothing, dad.”

You scoffed at the audacity before eagerly chasing down your food.

“You’re shitting me…”

You looked to Pope with a nervous laugh, the dark-haired boy looking desperate for JJ to shut up.

“No, JJ, I can confidently say I’ve never done that before,” you said, grinning at him.

The blond looked at Pope like you were the crazy one for never trying to wrestle a gator. He took a sip of his beer, pointing at you.

“We’ve got to get her out more,” he deadpanned.

Pope cringed at him, throwing him a pointed look that JJ clearly took as a sign to get lost. He threw his hands up, eyeing you both with a mischievous glint before making himself scarce.

“I’m really sorry about…him,” Pope immediately apologized.

“Don’t be,” you laughed. “I like him, he’s funny.”

Pope seemed happy to hear you say that, shifting beside you on the log.

“I was kind of surprised that you came tonight… That you came for me, I mean.”

His confession had you swallowing because truthfully, you were surprised you came too. You knew it would turn into a mess if Kelce saw you…or God forbid Rafe. You swore that Rafe thought he was your brother half the time, and you’d been relieved to find both of them occupied with girls and booze as you had predicted.

“Why wouldn’t I?” you wondered with a shrug, and Pope threw you a look.

You sighed, looking out towards the water.

“This whole Pogues vs Kooks thing is so stupid,” you murmured. “We should be able to talk and do what we want without fear of starting World War III.”

“If you were any other Kook maybe…”

You grimaced, unhappy to be reminded of your parentage.

“…but you’re Kelce’s sister, and I’ve seen the way Topper and Rafe can get about you too.”

You swung your head around to face him, lips pursed as you exhaled. You gazed into his dark eyes, the glow of the flames glinting off of his skin.

“I like you, Pope.”

His eyes widened a bit at your candid confession, and he blinked.

“I think that you’re so cute…and so sweet, and you have a plethora of random facts in that,” you gestured towards his head, making him laugh. “…lovely brain of yours.”

You held onto his arm, scooting closer.

“Kelce gets to like whoever he wants, and I guarantee you, if Rafe decided he wanted to date some Pogue, no one would dare question him.”

He didn’t look quite so convinced, and you smiled.

“I’m glad you invited me out tonight. I’m having a lot of fun…”

Pope seemed content to put his worry aside in favor of your company. He officially introduced you to Kie who seemed wary of you, which you didn’t exactly blame her for, but she was nice enough. You met John B. too who was just as friendly as he looked, and at some point, Pope offered you another beer. You accepted, happily enjoying yourself and Pope’s company when it was ultimately ruined.

“Kelce is looking for you…”

You both were startled, looking up at the familiar voice, and you felt Pope tense beside you. You rolled your eyes at the sight of Rafe, one hand wrapped around a solo red cup and the other shoved into his pocket. The cap he wore was backwards, making him look like an even bigger douche than you knew him to be. You didn’t miss the way he coldly eyed your close proximity to Pope.

“I doubt that,” you replied, in the midst of turning back to Pope when he spoke again.

“I don’t give a shit what you believe. Your brother’s looking for you…now.”

His tone made you frown, and you scoffed at him.

“Why?”

“He’s heading home,” the blond said, making his way towards you both.

“…and he needs me for that? I know how to get home,” you fired back.

You could tell that your attitude was getting to Rafe, however you hadn’t expected him to wrap his hand around your arm and literally yank you to your feet. Your gasp was loud, eyes widening, and you felt Pope abruptly stand too.

“What the hell?”

“Don’t touch her like that.”

You and Pope spoke at the same time, and you hated the way Rafe’s eyes lit up at Pope’s words. He turned to stare at the other guy, pink lips curving humorlessly into a mocking smirk. Hand still on your arm, he took a step towards Pope.

“What did you just say to me…Pogue?”

“Rafe, stop being an asshole!”

He ignored you, getting closer to Pope. His blue eyes glowed from the light of the fire, and there was a glint in them that you didn’t like. A glint that you recognized. It was a thirst for violence, and you decided to choose your battles wisely.

“You think you’re gonna stop me?” he wondered, and as if to prove his point, he yanked you closer.

At that, you hit at him, pulling your arm from his grip and pushing a hand to his chest.

“God, you’re insufferable,” you spat. “Let’s just find Kelce.”

Rafe actually seemed disappointed at how easily you gave in, a low hum escaping him as his gaze traveled to you. He looked you over, before glancing back to Pope. You pushed him away, and you threw an apologetic look over your shoulder at Pope.

With a sigh, you followed Rafe. Unfortunately, he wasn’t lying, and Kelce was indeed waiting for you. Before you could make it to him though, Rafe pulled you to a stop. You looked at him with a frown, and you watched the way he poked his tongue to the inside of his cheek. You noticed how messy his blond hair looked, as if he’d been senselessly running his hands through it.

“I thought I said you shouldn’t be hanging around guys like that…”

You scoffed at him.

“You’re not my brother, Rafe,” you said, stepping away from him. “…and even if you were, you’d still have no say in who I hang out with.”

His jaw ticked at that, eyes narrowing a bit.

“I don’t interfere in your dating life, so I don’t know why you think mine is free game.”

You walked away from him, reluctantly joining your brother as he grumbled about you taking too long.

It was late in the night when you were fixing yourself something to eat. Kelce was out with Topper and Rafe, leaving the house to yourself seeing as your parents were away for the weekend. However, you thought to yourself that it was nice while it lasted as you heard the front door open followed by familiar voices.

You angrily sighed, thinking they were the last people you wanted to see, right now.

Especially Rafe.

Unfortunately for you, the devil himself waltzed right into the kitchen. You didn’t acknowledge him, pretending he wasn’t even there as you focused on your task at hand. You could feel Rafe’s gaze on you, and you happily ignored him.

“What’s your problem?” he eventually asked.

The anger in you drove you to reply.

“You know,” you started, setting your fork down. “I could ask you the same thing.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, leaning against the counter with an interested gaze. His dark shirt stretched over his arms as he folded them over his chest, and you hated that smug look on his face like he knew exactly what you were referring to.

“Oh?”

You made a noise of disgust, shaking your head.

“Why did you do that to Pope?”

The asshole actually had the audacity to smirk, teeth winking at you like he was proud of his actions.

“I really don’t know what you mean-.”

“I saw his face, Rafe!”

His own expression fell at that.

“Wh-why would you do that?” you demanded with a shrug. “Because he’s a Pogue and…and you can?”

“He was on our side of the island,” Rafe defended his actions, and your lips parted in shock.

“You could’ve killed him,” you fearfully exhaled. “What is wrong with you?”

Rafe’s expression was thunderous, and he let his arms fall, moving towards you.

“How do you know what he looks like, anyway?��

“Because I saw him,” you threw back, uncaring that he knew what you’d done with your afternoon. “I saw what you did to him.”

Rafe straightened, looking down his nose at you with a look you couldn’t name.

“Why do you care so much?” he lowly asked.

“Because I like him? Because he’s nice? Because he didn’t deserve that? Take your pick!”

“His friend held a gun to Topper’s-.”

“Then take it up with JJ! Pope has done nothing to you,” you cried. “How can you justify this?”

Rafe stared you down, gaze shifting between your eyes. He was much closer now, chest grazing yours, and neither one of you seemed ready to back down.

“He’s getting a little too comfortable with my side of the island,” Rafe whispered, staring deep into your eyes as he said this.

You reared back a bit, stomach churning as you realized what this was really about. You were disgusted, lips parting as you looked at Rafe in disbelief. The guy was sicker than you thought, and you let out a humorless nervous chuckle.

“Pope has a right to date me just as much as any Kook,” you whispered. “…maybe even more of a right since that decision is left up to me.”

Rafe didn’t move as you slid by him, chest brushing his, and you sneered at him.

“Lets just be clear… Even without Pope in the picture, it never would’ve been you, Rafe.”

You rushed out of the kitchen just as Kelce came in, roughly pushing past him to his dismay.

You didn’t belong to any guy on Figure 8, let alone Rafe, and you didn’t even know why he thought that. You had to wonder what Kelce said around him to make him even think he had some weird right to you. Learning that what happened on the golf course was mostly driven by…jealousy was nerve-wracking.

Could you even call it jealousy? It’s not like Rafe had genuine feelings for you or anything. This was purely an ego thing, purely creepy Rafe thinking he was owed something that he wasn’t. That he had more of a right to something that he didn’t. That something being you.

Now you had to wonder if it was even safe to see Pope anymore. Being around him had literally put his life in danger, and you supposed it was your fault for not taking Rafe’s animosity towards him seriously. You liked Pope…so the answer seemed obvious to you. You didn’t enjoy seeing him hurt, and that was how you found yourself sulking in the corner of a party, nursing a beer all alone.

You’d talked to Pope here and there, but you hadn’t seen him in weeks. You watched Kelce and Topper and Rafe in disgust, disturbed by how easily they could pretend nothing had happened. You looked down into your cup, suddenly very bothered by the thought that this was what the rest of your life was going to look like.

With a huff, you abandoned your drink and made your way upstairs. Your bladder was screaming at you, and you were relieved that the first room you tried was not only unlocked, but also had a bathroom. As you washed your hands, you studied your face in the mirror, thinking to yourself how tempted you were to just hide out upstairs for the rest of the night.

When you exited the bathroom, you were somewhat unsurprised to find Rafe leaning against the bedroom door. You heaved a sigh, making your way to the door.

“Are you here to apologize or…?”

He didn’t move, but you reached for the doorknob anyway.

“I’ve looked out for you more than Kelce has most times… Did you think that was just out of the goodness of my heart…?”

This didn’t sound like an apology, and you shook your head at him.

“You know what? I did,” you admitted with a nod. “…the joke’s on me, I guess.”

You tried the door, but Rafe had his entire weight leaning against it. His arms were crossed over his chest, dirty blond hair curtained along his forehead, blue gaze focused entirely on you. He stepped forward, forcing you to let go of the door and take a step back.

“I look after what’s mine.”

His words made your heart skip a beat, and you frowned at him.

“You’re deluded,” you breathed.

Rafe touched his lips with a finger, frowning at you.

“No,” he dragged out. “You’re deluded if you think I’m going to let some Pogue swoop in and just…what…? Run off into the sunset with you like some fucked up Romeo and Juliet tale?”

“If you’re trying to freak me out, it’s working because you sound insane,” you replied, going to move past him when his hands gripped your arms.

“Rafe-!”

You cut yourself off when he shoved you back, and your eyes widened. Your heart raced in your chest, and it suddenly hit you that you were alone with him up here. A house full of people downstairs that were too preoccupied to notice or hear anything.

When you attempted to get by him again, he shoved you harder this time, making you stumble back into the bed. You didn’t have time to catch your breath before Rafe had his hands on your face and his lips pressed to yours. You couldn’t comprehend that Rafe was…kissing you.

He tasted the inside of your mouth, uncaring about your attempts to keep him out. Your hands were suspended in the air, shock filling you at what was happening. Your frown deepened when his lips traveled to your jaw and then neck, and you finally pushed at his shoulders. Rafe wasn’t budging.

“Rafe…”

He ignored you.

“Rafe!”

He pushed at you, and you pushed back, more angry than panicked. With a huff, he shoved you hard, forcing you to fall onto your back. You attempted to sit up when he pushed you down again, lips meeting yours again as he made himself comfortable on top of you.

Your struggle seemingly meant nothing to him, and you only accepted that this wasn’t some cruel and twisted joke when Rafe tore your shirt, a horrified gasp leaving your lips. He attached his mouth to the skin he exposed, and you dug your nails into his face. A hiss escaped him, and he turned his head, sitting up when you swiped at him again. He didn’t care about the bloodying welt on his face, grabbing you and forcing you onto your stomach.

“Rafe, get-.”

Your words died in the air when his hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you against him as he reached between you. His lips grazed your ear, and you shuddered.

“You’re a Kook, babe,” he panted, hand fumbling between you. “You belong with a Kook.”

You attempted to crawl away when you felt his hand tugging on your shorts. He tightened his grip on your neck, holding you in place, and your eyes watered. Your nails scraped at the sheets, a panicked gasp climbing out of your throat when Rafe started to force his way into you.

The head of him parted your lips, slipping into you bit by bit and stretching you out. One of your arms trembled, and you struggled to hold yourself up. When Rafe’s hips were flush with you, he didn’t waste any time, slowly thrusting into you a little at a time. His strokes became longer, and embarrassment flooded your body when his thrusts became smoother.

Easier for his cock to slide into you.

You whimpered, one of your hands coming up to dig your nails into the arm that held your neck. Rafe shushed you, pressing his chest to your back and forcing you down onto the bed fully. You were trapped beneath him, unable to fight back as he fucked you, thrusts slow and purposeful.

The party went on downstairs, and who knew how much time passed while Rafe kept you trapped up here. You didn’t want him to see you cry, but it couldn’t be helped when he had you on your back, knees pressed to your chest and wedged between your bodies.

One of Rafe’s hands gripped the headboard, veins in his arm prominent from the strain. His other hand was on your face, fingers brushing your neck and thumb smoothing over your jaw. He leaned in to press his face into the crook of your neck, nipping and kissing at the skin, his own breathing labored too.

“Fuck,” he cursed, breathing you in. “…you’re choking me, babe.”

You tried to mentally separate yourself from this moment, hating the way you involuntarily clung to him, body traitorously wet for something you didn’t want. Rafe’s disturbing confession of feeling like he had some sort of claim over you was one thing, but never in a million years did you expect him to act on it.

He bit your neck, and you jerked, toes curling with every thrust, swearing you could feel him deep in your stomach. When you came around him for the first time, you’d never felt so humiliated. Rafe laughed, lips pressed to your skin, determined to get another one out of you.

When you came again, Rafe came too, and your anger and disgust increased at the feel of him spilling into you without remorse. He breathed deeply into your neck, catching his breath while keeping you pinned beneath him. He looked pretty satisfied with himself when he sat up, pulling out of you, and you didn’t hesitate to strike him clear across the face.

You were neck deep in a mixture of shock and anger, glaring at him with tears in your eyes. He didn’t look sorry in the slightest, challenging gaze fixed on you as he fixed himself. When you went to slap him again, he grabbed your arm. Then the other. Rafe yanked you towards him, nostrils flaring.

As he held you with a grip you didn’t know he was capable of, staring you down, the full weight of what just took place hit you, and you realized that you were afraid of Rafe. In all the years you’d known him, after everything he’d pulled, you’d never been afraid of him. Disturbed and disgusted? Yes. Fearful? No.

You could see it in his gaze when he realized it, a sick satisfaction bleeding into his eyes.

“It really didn’t have to come to this,” he murmured, shifting the blame to you. “All you had to do was stick to your side of the island.”

A tear skipped down your cheek, and Rafe sighed.

“…and now you forced my hand.”

He roughly let you go, wiping your cheek, and genuinely afraid of what else he might do, you slowly got dressed. You could feel Rafe playing with your hair while you did, standing over you and touching your face. In that moment, you never felt more trapped…with no way out.

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