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oh my god

꒰     mechanic!tucker spoiling princess!reader          ୨୧          tucker pillsbury     ꒱ 

layout ib @sturnsflirt

"c'mon baby, one more, i know you can give me it. "

you'd been tangled in between the sheets with your boyfriend for god only knows how long, and lost track of the amount of times he had gotten you to finish. he'd had a long shift at the repair shop, and was more than eager to get home to you. within thirty seconds of walking in the door, his lips were on yours as he was backing you both into the bedroom. "keep movin' your hips on me like that, princess," tucker groaned.

you're on top of him, your chests flushed against one another while your hips rock back and forth against him relentlessly, his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. his large hands support your hips, helping to guide you on his cock.

a soft sigh escaped your lips and into his, your mouth working against him as he kissed you deeply. it was messy, your lips slick and wet while your tongues slipped into one another's mouth.

"tucker," you whined, burying your face next to his as he lips and kisses trailed down your neck, leaving dark bruises in his wake, "you feel so good."

"that's all you, sweetness," he replied with a groan, "you're the one who feels like she was fuckin' made for this dick."

a loud a guttural moan ripped through as tucker began to thrust up into you harder, holding your hips steady as he fucked you at a non-stopping pace. the sounds of the bedroom were nothing less than obscene, both you and your boyfriend's moans mixed with the sound of the headboard repedealty slamming against the wall.

"harder," you managed to gasp in between moans, "i want it harder."

your boyfriend let out a dark and low chuckle, instantaneously flipping the both of you around so he was now above you, pinning you down against the bed how he liked. "whatever my princess wants, she gets. isn't that right, pretty girl?"

the only thing you could do was nod and moan in response as tucker continued to pound into you, his large hands holding you firmly. a slow smirk creeped across his face, a sheer layer of sweat making his tattooed body glisten in the darkness while he watched you struggle for your words.

"use your words," he reminded you gently, his voice rough.

"yeah," you babbled, "whatever i want i get."

tucker couldn't help but snicker as you rambled on about how good you were for him, deciding to shush you with his mouth pressing firmly against yours.

"shit, baby," he murmured against you, "you're gettin' close, i can tell."

you responsively moaned against him, your arms wrapping around his torso as your manicured nails dug into his toned back. you were aching to be closer to him as your orgasm approached you, your arms and legs hugging him against you.

"c'mon," he encouraged gently into your mouth, "show me what my girl can do, let go for me."

your vision nearly blacked out as your orgasm crashed down over you, a string of whines and incoherent mumbled leaving your parted lips. tucker continued to fuck you through your high, giving a few more hard and definitive thrusts before he was coming undone inside you. the two of you slowly rode out your orgasms together before falling limp against one another.

your boyfriend's arms slipped around your waist, hugging you tightly as he peppered your face with kisses. "you okay?"

you nodded slowly, giggling as the feeling of his slight stubble tickled against your skin.

"good," he whispered into your neck, "cause i think my girl needs to be shown one more time just how good she is."

© mattscoquette

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. ⋆˚꩜｡ special present for the birthday girl ! @snoopychris ♡︎♡︎ if u made it this far you’re morally obligated to tell gen happy birthday. also special ty to kat for proofreading:)

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hey i know tucker is like the main topic but how would we feel abt clark kent fics

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thank you for all the love!! i have motivation for a few like mini tucker fics but i move into college next week so i’ll be back on a dumb hiatus

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always been you — tucker pillsbury

after months of silence, tucker takes matters into his own hands. and finally, things seem to work out.

wanting/contains. swearing, mention of sex, i forgot if y/n is used, arguing

pairing. tucker pillsbury x fem!reader

part one | part two

You two had barely spoken since the end of October. The day after you two crossed the lines, you both tried to retract it by saying it was a desperate mistake, but you knew that it was different. There was no reason other than love for it to have started that way, but you knew the way Tucker slept around sometimes, and his lie to you made you pull away. 

You couldn’t shake the memory, the look he gave you before he kissed you. You felt the love, you felt the connection and the full click between you guys. But it scared you, it scared both of you.

The love you couldn’t find in others, and the love he was avoiding was blooming between you guys. He wanted to pull you in, but you pushed him away. For his sake, you told yourself.

What happened wasn’t a mistake, no it’d never be one. Maybe for the time, yeah, but Tucker had no regrets. He loved you, and he wanted you. He hated that it took sex to come to terms with it fully, and that it took sex to scare you away.

You were the first to say it was a mistake, as he hoped you would, so he didn’t have to say the words he didn’t want to. He only had to say, I agree

Tucker stood across from you as you waited for the car to take you to the airport, he had to leave in a minute or two, he had to continue touring- but wanted to make sure you left safe. The silence that lingered between you two was comfortable, despite Tucker’s heart pounding and your hands fidgeting with your bag.

His arm wrapped around your shoulders, casual and normal. You leaned into him and you both watched the cars, “Imagine we’re both late to our things simply because of my uber.” You spoke, trying to break the nervousness inside you. He chuckled and watched the cars.

“Well if they don’t show up, maybe you just gotta go on tour with me.” Tucker joked, his voice soft and low. You smiled, “It would be lovely, I wouldn’t want to be a groupie though.” You joked making him chuckle. “Nah you’d be the star of my shows and the one to run things alongside the team.” He assured.

“And my emotional support.” He added, making you laugh, genuinely.

February 2025

Tucker released his deluxe on valentines day. He mentioned it to you a few times when you two texted for the first time in weeks. You had stayed in New York since October. Tucker was busy on tour and you were busy with work of your own, there was no time for reuniting. And if there was time, nobody tried to find it.

Tucker knew he was too busy to try, and he could tell you were too. But he knew there was something else, maybe someone else. He hoped whatever it was didn’t make you leave him completely, maybe once tour finished you’d be able to see one another and talk normally. 

So once his deluxe came out, and he signed many for fans, he put the first one aside for you.

You returned home after a long shift, and you went to your mailbox, opening to to see a package shaped like a vinyl. Your heart stopped in your chest. You knew what it was, you had already listened to the deluxe songs twice already. You had your thoughts, your suspicions.

He couldn’t have. There was no way.

Once you opened it in the comfort of your apartment, you were given the truth. He did, and your suspicions were right.

Call me back, you’re going to hate Sally, When the Wine Runs Out. I don’t care, I would’ve trashed it if we talked. It’s not you to a T, I let it be anonymous for your sake. Oh and I guess Old Recliners too. Don’t kill me, I’d rather you come home and talk to me. Or kiss me. It is Valentine's Day.

Missing you, Tucker.

He wrote a song about you- two actually. How great. 

You didn’t answer, you didn’t give him a reaction, you didn’t even know what to say without freaking out. So instead, you listened to Sally and Old Recliners on repeat; on the way to work, in the car whenever, on the vinyl so many times you were scared to break it, and as you cleaned the house. 

The songs played and played in your mind, making you feel fucking insane. And Tucker’s gesture of peace, the vinyl being his olive branch, and hearing nothing in response from you had him going insane.

 So Tucker did what he did best, show up unannounced. 

There was a knock at your door, and you paused your show. The knock came again. “You can’t just pause your show and have me think you’re not in there.” The most comforting and familiar voice to you came through the door.

This time, your heart pounded in nerves rather than excitement. This was the first time you had seen Tucker since October, this was the first time you dreaded it. 

You opened your apartment door, looking up at him, Tucker held a bouquet of flowers. Fuck. “What are you doing here?” You asked, leaning against the door. “Hello to you too, uh- I miss you, dearly, and I came to talk.” He said, voice soft and eyes nervous. 

You felt your heart nearly break, feeling horrible for going silent, but feeling more than confused because of his actions and words. You let him in and took the flowers from him, grabbing a vase from the cupboard.

Tucker watched you, quietly. He was thinking of what to say, what to do, he couldn’t fuck up like last time. “You’re staring, what do you want to say?” You asked, voice stern but he could tell you were nervous.

“I can’t stand months of occasional to complete silence when we used to talk everyday.” He added, leaning fully against the counter. You felt exactly how you were in October, the situation felt the same. “I got busy.” You lied, and he looked at you. “Bullshit.” He denied, and you sighed and placed the vase on the dining table. “Who is he?” Tucker asked, making you laugh dryly. 

“You think there is a guy? Nobody Tucker, there is nobody. I got a promotion, I’m busy.” You said, your nerves completely gone, he could tell he pissed you off with the statement. Tucker sucked in a breath, trying to break the tension he just caused.

Tucker walked into your living room, pacing around. He paused as he saw his albums amongst your collection, and his letters framed above the record player. Both of them. “Did you like Sally?” He asked, turning to you. You turned and looked at him and gave him a look he never saw before. “Or Old Recliners?” He asked, awkwardly.

He pressed his luck. Oh boy.

“I wasn’t even portrayed right, I don’t even drink-!” “I told you it was anonymous and it had to be metaphorical-” “I’m not an alcoholic-!” “I never said you were!” “You just painted me as one!” “I wouldn’t have written the song if we talked-” “You painted me as a mistake when we talked about it!” “You left me!” 

His last statement made you pause. Your mouth parted and heart pounding. “You left me and we could’ve talked again, but we barely did, and I barely heard anything from you.” He spoke. “Oh bullshit I didn’t leave, I only left your house to go back to New York. You had tour anyway, where could we fit in time to talk?” You fired back, you both raised your voices, but not enough to hurt. Not enough to completely shatter what was breaking between you two. 

“When traveling, the night after the shows, there was time to talk. We could've found it.” Tucker spoke, and you sighed. “Well we didn’t.” You shot down. Tucker sighed now, “I mean- what happened? What happened when you left that afternoon? What changed it all?” Tucker asked.

You stood across from him, arms crossed, jaw ticking. The things you wanted to say flowed through your mind, so many words, so many things. 

“When I left I didn’t feel seen the same, I felt like you regretted it or me or I was just someone you wanted to fuck ages ago and only had the chance to now.” You admitted, words hitting like daggers, even though your voice was stern but soft.

Tucker scoffed, “That’s really what you think?” He asked, looking at you fully after pacing, his voice was sharp. Your head shot up from the brief moment you looked down. “Yeah that’s what I think, what else was I supposed to fucking think?” You asked, your voice now raised again.

Tucker paused now, everything he had been wanting to say for ages now just boiling to the top.

“Maybe that what was and is going on between us was more than friends? We were too naive to admit it but I felt it, and I know damn well you did too. That morning, that wonderful morning where you looked absolutely gorgeous after fucking sleeping in my arms with no blanket and your makeup still on. That morning we fucked and claimed it was a mistake. That morning I let myself accept that I love you and would risk what we built to be with you, and I knew you did too. So don’t push me away when you said it was a mistake first, don’t blame me for being distant and defensive when I was fucking scared. I lost you, you left, and I still fucking love you,

I love the way you laugh at the stupidest shit I say, or the fact that you keep your ducks in a row and can manage a job, seeing me, or doing whatever you want to in life. I love how you knew what city was meant for you and made it there successfully. You’re elegant, you’re complicated, you’re astonishing, you’re the person I love talking to everyday, and the only person I want to talk to in my waking moment and before I fall asleep.” Tucker rambled. 

“I love you, okay? If my actions over the last few months and the songs weren’t enough, then I don’t know what is.” He finished.

He sat down on your ottoman with his hands clasped together, chest heaving, and eyes filled with worry and want. He never broke eye contact with you, though you were welling up in tears.

“Fuck you.” Was all you could muster, you wiped your tears and let out a sad laugh, blinking away the tears as you now laughed normally. Tucker moved to you to wipe your tears, “We can arrange that-” “You’re an idiot.” “I know.” “I love you.” 

Now Tucker froze, his hands still cupping your face and thumbs wiping at the stray tears. His eyes widened and a small smile broke out across his face. “Really?” He asked softly. “That’s why I ran away.” You replied. 

He didn’t care, Tucker didn’t care about anything after that. You loved him, you love him. That was all he needed to care about.

And this time, when his lips met yours, it felt more right than it did the first time, and this time nobody was afraid or going to back out. Tucker pulled away, just barely, “Will you come home?” He whispered, making you scoff with a smile. “That isn’t my home.” You retorted.  “Yeah I know you completely hate LA but you don’t hate my part of LA or my home.” He teased.

So there you stood, in his sweater and in your jeans, staring at the pictures of you two in front of the sign in Times Square, a small smile on your face as he made breakfast in the kitchen. You managed to be with him for a week as he finished up shows.

July 2025

You sat in the car with Tucker, his hand fidgeting with yours as the music that inspired his played through it.

His eyes darted to you every now and then. How the sun covered you, and the small smile on your face stayed as you looked through the fields and woods he passed.

You felt relaxed as you returned to a place so loving, and a place that Tucker called home. He had said it before- “Come back with me to my actual home, everyone wants to see my girlfriend more than wanting to see me.”

So there you were, beside him as he returned to Maine. The summer weather made you happy to lay out, to go swim with him, or join him and all his friends on the boat. What made you more happy was that Ella and Blake were sitting in the backseat, watching Tucker and you with smiles. Finally.

And as you spent your time there in Maine, you were the perfect piece to their puzzle. Everyone knew you were fit for the life Tucker had in Maine, everyone knew you were fit for Tucker.

The way you both walked and carried everything, and when Tucker tried to help you you’d swat him away. Helping the girls make dinner, and when they tried to shoo Tucker away, you’d just have to wave your hand and off he went. Tucker argued with you about sunscreen on the beach, but only shut up when you stated, “You’re covered in tattoos! I don’t care how old they are, I don’t care how easily you tan, you’re getting sunscreen.”

It was humorous seeing him put it on silently, or sitting there while you put it on his back. Then once you were covered, he picked you up and ran into the ocean with you.

Tucker even took you to the strawberry field across the street, walking with you as you guys talked and picked strawberries for the carton his mother requested. It was your time outside and alone, Tucker admired the way your hair was different due to the ocean water, and you wore one of his shirts and comfortable shorts.

“You’re staring.” You said softly, picking strawberries. “Admiring.” He corrected, making you blush. You turned to Tucker fully now, his arm wrapped around your waist, and his smile bright. “I love you.” You whispered, kissing him softly. He kissed you back and pulled away, “I love you.” He whispered back, kissing your forehead.

After some time, you both returned to your apartment, one that Tucker had made his mark in.

You had gotten used to Tucker staying in New York. He temporarily moved in with you as he filmed for his movie.

It made you wonder about the future and what a permanent life with him would be like. You guys even visited Maine, and his family was overjoyed to see you again, now as his girlfriend.

Everything felt fit, and everything felt right. He easily fell into your routine, and you two established a new one as he continued to stay around. As you did so, your mind wandered to the what-if’s, and the maybe’s. 

Maybe you’d convince him New York was better in months time, and maybe he’d fully move in. Then maybe just maybe you’d visit Maine more, and every little thing that had been broken about him when you reunited; would be mended by you so easily, and so unknowingly. 

But for now, he lived with you temporarily. You loved every second of it.

Every waking moment. 

Whenever you come home from work.

Whenever he came home from work.

Every moment before bed.

It was always him. And it was always you.

tags! @mattscoquette

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blurring the lines — tucker pillsbury

𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ the friendship between you and tucker continues to bleed into something more, what happens when you approach it?

warning/contains. swearing, kissing, alludes to sex, use of y/n?

pairing. tucker pillsbury x fem!reader

part one | part three

September 2024 

“Since when?” Tucker asked, surprised as he sat across from you. You told him you had a boyfriend, when he asked about your life updates. “Since like the end of July, I was getting to know him in June. I truly thought it wouldn’t work.” You spoke, eating your lunch and shrugging. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, making you look back up at him. 

You put your fork down, “Well I didn’t want it to be sudden or awkward, I dunno.” You spoke, shaking your head. He studied your face, “Well, I’m very happy for you. Don’t feel like you gotta hide things from me, okay?” Tucker assured, and you smiled. “You’d like him.” You said. Tucker swallowed the lump in his throat, he didn’t know why he felt so odd about it, but he was happy for you- truly. 

Later that night, he sat on the phone with Blake. “Did you know Y/n had a boyfriend?” He asked, settling in the airport seats, waiting for his flight.

Tucker had planned on heading to Maine, but he visited you first. He always did. The flight from California to New York was normal for him, but the routine of spending a day or two with you started in January. 

Blake sighed, “I dunno, we just met him! We came down-” “Without me-?” “Tucker the wedding is in a month, she found a nice place for Ella to look at dresses. I went out with Eric-” “That’s his name-?” “Tucker I swear to god and that is a lot from me, shut the fuck up and listen.” Blake stopped his interrupting. Tucker sighed and listened, not really liking that his friends kept this a secret, even if it was unintentional.

“We just met him a few weeks ago, and I haven’t seen you with my planning but I thought you knew when you saw her in July. I would’ve told you. But how are you reacting to it?” Blake asked, voice soft. Tucker’s eyebrows furrowed, “Fine, why?” He asked.

He heard a small Oh from Blake, “No no reason, I just thought you liked her like that, that’s all.” Blake said casually. Tucker chuckled, “No, she’s just my friend. She just deserves a good guy, I hope he is.” He said.

October 2024

You and Tucker stood side by side, waiting to walk down the aisle before your best friends. You linked your arm in Tucker’s, and he looked over at you. He wore a black suit with a baby blue button up, you wore a baby blue dress. You guys were their something blue, while the rest of the guys and girls behind you two wore dark blue. 

“Nervous?” He asked, you looked at him, “Someone better not object.” You spoke, making him chuckle. “How are you and Eric?” He asked, your smile fell and his heart sank.

“Broken up.” You informed, and Tucker’s palm rested over the one on his arm, squeezing it gently and kissing your temple. “Jeez girl, I’m sorry.” He said softly.

“Was he a douche?” “Yeah.” “Yeah any guy named Eric would be.” 

Before you knew it, the rest of the crew lined up behind you and your guys’ music started. You and Tucker properly linked arms and walked down the aisle, smiling at the look of everything and your guys’ friends and your friends’ family.

You and Tucker stood across from each other, smiling before you turned your head to watch Ella’s cousin, coworker best friend, other friends, and sister-in-law walk up and stand behind you. Your grin was infectious, Tucker felt his heart beat harder. Both you and Tucker stood straighter as Blake walked down. Tucker clapped his back and you reached out to squeeze his arm.

The doors opened again, and everyone’s breaths caught. Tucker watched you tear up, beating Blake to it. Ella looked gorgeous.

The ceremony went lovely, nobody objected, and you watched them dance. You felt a hand on your back, and you turned your head to Tucker. He placed a plate in front of you, “Line was way too long for you to be standing there in those heels.” He spoke, making your heart skip a beat. “Thank you, Tuck.” You said softly, and he smiled at you as he sat beside you.

You both were in your own world when a whistle caught your guys’ attention. 

You watched the couple of the hour wave you over, urging you to dance with them. Tucker looked at you, and you looked at him, raising an eyebrow. He held out his hand for yours to take, and you both walked up to the dance floor, dancing to the upbeat song with your best friends. 

You laughed and Tucker wished he had it on record, getting to play it over and over again. His arms wrapped around your waist and one hand found yours as the music slowed and turned into a dance meant for couples. Tucker didn’t leave, and neither did you.

You both relaxed in one another's presence, your head resting against him. “This was great.” You said softly, looking around at the venue, the people, the love. “Yeah, they’re great.” He said softly. Your head lifted and looked at him, “Wonder when we’ll get this.” You spoke, grinning at your jab towards your guys’ lack of a love life. 

He looked up at everyone, then back at you, “Yeah maybe we’ll get one.” He spoke, grinning.

He meant it differently, but you wouldn’t catch on.

He told himself it was a joke, that you two ending up together was like some insane thing- when really everyone around you wanted you two to be together, and you two wanted it too, but couldn’t tell.

You just convinced yourselves it it was platonic. 

The wedding ended, and you watched the two drive away. The venue was cleaned and taken care of, and Tucker handed you your coat and purse. You guys walked side by side, towards his car. He unlocked it and opened the passenger door open for you, and you got in.

The silence was heavy between you two, so suddenly, so intensely. Tucker drove you both to his house, his heart starting to pound, this was your first time officially over.

As he drove, you rested your body, ready to relax and sleep. It was a thirty minute drive, and before you knew it, you were inside. Tucker walked into his hallway before you did, glancing at the spot where your photos had hung, but he took it down and replaced it with a family photo.

He didn’t know why he felt so embarrassed or vulnerable for having the photos up, so he took it down. 

He heard your footsteps and turned to you, seeing you holding your heels and purse with your jacket hanging off of you. “What a sight for sore eyes.” He teased, taking your heels and purse and putting them into the guest room. You shrugged off your jacket and laid down with a smile. Tucker walked back to his room, but he heard your voice call him right back.

“Yes, princess?” He asked, leaning on the doorframe. His eyes looked you over once in the fitting dress, laying down, he couldn’t let his mind wander- it’d ruin everything. You sat up, your eyes filled with question, “Once you’re married, will you still be my friend?” You asked softly, making him scoff and smile.

Tucker walked over and laid down, looking at you, “Who says I’ll be married before you?” He asked, sighing. You laid beside him, “Well you’ve got charm, and you’re not bad looking, and you’re nice. Like somehow you’re the whole package yet you’re still a concern. Maybe you’d meet someone on the road.” You said softly.

Tucker laughed, “No, I wouldn’t meet anyone on the road, I’m not that typa guy.” He said, voice quiet. “You on the other hand, you’re completely successful and put together and beautiful, you always have been! I’m shocked you don’t have a ring on your finger.” He said, making you chuckle. “I haven’t found the right guy.” You spoke, even though you knew when you closed your eyes and thought about your future wedding- you thought of Tucker. 

You always told yourself, someone like him, someone like Tucker. Not Tucker, but I’d marry someone like him.

And ever since this night in October, Tucker thought of you. 

“But to answer your question, of course we’d be friends. You’d be my groomsmen.” He spoke, making you laugh and his chest lightly. He could’ve said wife, but that’d ruin everything.

You both fell asleep on top of your bed, warm, clothed, and exhausted from the night. But Tucker’s arm remained around your waist, and your face found the built-in pillow of his chest. You both fell asleep easily, relaxing the most you ever had around someone.

You woke up to your alarm, both you and Tucker groaning at the noise. “What time is it?” “Seven o’clock.” “Snooze it, one hour baby.” 

He didn’t remember calling you that, he was too tired to comprehend the words he said and he never called you it before.

But for the hour that he slept beside you, your mind went wild. You fell asleep for a second, then woke back up over and over. It was a small thing to lose sleep over, but a big enough thing for all the repressed feelings to start to move their way back up.

But as you both woke up at nine in the morning, Tucker laughed at how you both fell asleep accidentally, and you laughed along like you weren’t freaking out inside. You excused yourself for a shower, hoping the scalding water would burn away the thoughts of passing the friend line.

Once you finished your routine, you found Tucker standing in the kitchen, making breakfast as he boiled a pot of water for coffee. You stood beside him in your sweater and comfortable pants, looking at the breakfast he was making.

He shooed you away with his hand, “Get away it’s a surprise.” He said, trying to hide the waffle maker from you by blocking you with his body. He smiled at your laugh, and turned his head to meet your eyes, his absolutely glowing.

So you sat at the dining table and waited, smiling softly as he plated waffles and eggs in front of you. He kissed your temple, it was a habit of his, but today it made everything in you toss and turn. Tucker sat across from you, eating his own breakfast. You two talked of your plans, Tucker pausing to ask- “when are you leaving again?” Only for you to respond with “Two days” and receive the look of despair. 

“I don’t know what I’ll do without you here.” He spoke feigning dramatics, making you smile softly, “I’m always a phone call away, even if I’m three hours ahead.” You assured. He nodded and got up as the water was ready, and you watched him make coffee for you both.

The routine was domestic, comfortable, normal. You had sat in this kitchen many times as the year passed, talking and eating and Tucker going above and beyond for you. His bad habits he claimed he had had become nonexistent as he opened up more and got closer to you. In the front of his mind, Tucker told himself he was doing this because he had not a single friend like you.

In the back of his head, he told himself he was doing this because he loved you, and there was no girl like you. 

Tucker turned around and placed the coffee in front of you, you let it cool while continuing to eat, talking about whatever came to mind. “Do you want to talk about Eric?” Tucker asked, making your eyes widen slightly. You shook your head and he nodded, “How are you feeling?” He asked.

You thought about it, “Good. I am truly over him.” You admitted, making him grin. “Good.” Tucker spoke, the smile dropping as soon as you raised an eyebrow. “No- not like that I just- he was a douche as you claim, it's good that you are good.” He rambled, shrugging and making you laugh.

Hearing that, Tucker’s shoulders relaxed and his grin returned. 

“Alright, let me get those.” He grabbed your plates, and you followed with the empty mugs. Together you washed the dishes and placed them on the drying rack. Tucker turned to you once he was done, resting against the side of the counter, watching you. You looked at him, “What?” You asked him softly. He watched as you stared at him with your beautiful eyes, and how the morning sun illuminated your features.

“Tucker.” You said again, poking at him to see if he’d break out of his trance. But as your body moved close to his, he held your face and pressed his lips against yours. 

It took you a second to react, and when you did, your bodies were moving towards the bedroom. Tucker had picked you up before- throwing you into pools, off of a boat in Maine, over his shoulder- so when he picked you up to avoid the clutter of his room, it was natural. 

He laid you on the bed gently, lips pressing soft kisses on your cheek and down your jaw. Your hands tangled in his hair, and your body moved against his in ways you didn’t even have to communicate over.

It was just a natural thing, you two worked too well together in everything. The spark between you two only ignited more. In the moment, neither of you cared. Tucker was too busy finding what made you arch, whine, or say his name in a tone he never wanted to forget.

Tucker helped take off your shirt, and he noticed the tattoo he discovered when you wore a bikini in the summer. He never knew you had some, for some reason, he was obsessed with the fact that you did- even if it was normal.

Tucker’s warm hand moved over it, then down your body. You felt your heart explode as he kissed your tattoo, his lips curving into a smile against your skin.

That was your breaking point.

You knew it would happen, you knew all the emotions and opinions you felt would come forward. You just didn’t expect this way to be how it would.

You realized then how madly in love you were with Tucker, and how you could never get the bond you had twenty minutes ago back.

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pt two tonight, pt three tomorrow!

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part two tonight? 🙈

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it had to be you — tucker pillsbury

𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ you two meet several times in life, to the point where you guys were bound to be friends. you two pass through the years side by side, growing as something grows between you two.

warning/contains. swearing, use on y/n once

pairing. tucker pillsbury x fem!reader

this is the result of me watching when harry met sally

part two | part three

July 2019

You stood in a group with your friends, a houseparty with shitty music, and a strange group of people. It was summer of 2019, a time to be alive. People were feuding on social media, and everyone thought being punk or a rapper would get them far in music- though both categories weren’t really doing well at the time.

You weren’t drinking, you were the designated driver, the group in front of you consisting of the few people you were taking home. Your best friend, her boyfriend, and a few other friends. You freshly graduated college, and spending time in a party house was not what you expected in your first summer post graduate. You were in Los Angeles to get a base job of your career of choice, then you’d travel to find a better place for it. Los Angeles wasn’t ideal, this was why. 

There was a loud crash outside, followed by some yelling, and everyone paused and people started piling out. “Okay lets go.” You spoke, locking arms with your best friend while her boyfriend gathered his friends. You did a headcount, you three and three other guys. You looked at your car, and sighed as everyone piled into their seats. Your car was stuffed. But you were here to be the designated driver, you couldn’t argue, so you got in and started the car.

“Who’s first?” You asked, you looked beside you to see a guy you never met, your eyebrows furrowed and you looked behind you at the two other guys and your best friends. “I’m Tucker.” The guy in your passenger seat introduced, holding his hand out for you to shake. You did, hesitantly as the other guys called dibs on going home first. 

So you drove Tim, then William, then your best friends home. You and Tucker helped your drunk friends get in their apartment, and stood in front of their closed apartment door. “I think I sobered up.” Tucker joked, making you look at him and let out a short chuckle. “Anyway, c'mon Tucker, you’re next.” You spoke, walking down the stairs to the door, you both got to your car and sat inside. 

“I haven’t seen you there before, Ella and Blake are usuals at these parties and they’ve mentioned you, but I thought you were a myth.” Tucker said, making you glance at him with a small smile as you started the car. “I’m here for the summer.” You said, “I just graduated college, trying to get comfortable in the career I chose before I leave this place, I hate it here.” You explained, holding out your phone for Tucker to put in his address.

You watched him type it in, then switch to contacts, putting in his number before you could protest. “I hate this place too, but if you need a friend.” He said, handing you back your phone. You looked back at the road, “Thanks.” You said softly, a little touched by the gesture but appalled. 

You drove towards the direction of his apartment complex, Tucker talking more than you did. He asked several questions, trying to figure you out. He didn’t know if it was the alcohol or your attractiveness that made him talk more. The way you carried yourself, talked, and looked had him attracted by the second. 

You parked in front of his apartment complex, and you both got out. “Nice meeting you.” You said softly, smiling at him. He returned it, “Nice meeting you too, thank you for driving me.” He said, making you wave him off. “It was no problem.” You assured. He walked inside with a smile lingering on his face, and five minutes later, his phone buzzed.

unknown Make it inside safe?

unknown It’s Y/n btw 

You both messaged one another here and there, but you became busy with work and he found a girlfriend while continuing his music career. And honestly, you both forgot about one another, him more than you. 

December 2023, January 2024

You didn’t expect to be here again, but here you were, celebrating New Years with your best friend and her boyfriend in their get together. You walked in with your bag of snacks and luggage. Everyone’s eyes turned to you, and you gave a sheepish smile. “Hey!” You greeted, getting the luggage and bag taken from you by Blake, you spotted a ring on Ella’s hand. “Oh my god? Since when?!” You asked, pulling her into a hug with a laugh. “Last week, I knew you were ditching New York's iconic New Year celebration for us, so I waited.” Ella spoke, laughing and hugging you. 

You hugged Blake and relaxed with them, saying hello to the friends of theirs you knew, and their parents. You turned to go into the hall and get your phone from your purse to text your own, but you bumped right into someone. 

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry-” “My fault I’m sorry-” You both backed away and looked at one another, pausing. “Tucker?” You spoke, smiling. He stared at you for a minute, “..Y/n?” He asked. You looked over at him once, and he did the same.

He was muscular and had more tattoos over his arms, he looked more mature than who you met four years ago- but he still had the soft look in his eyes.

Your hair was longer and different from what he last saw, and if you were put together then, you were even more now. Your eyes were brighter too, and your smile was the same as he remembered.

You smiled and didn’t know what to do, “How have you been?” You asked, his smile wilted for a second. You ushered him to come into the room with you while you grabbed your phone and charger, looking at him as he updated you. “Good, good. Music is going well, I stopped partying a ton, and I uh- I am single again.” He updated, looking from his hands to you.

Your look became sullen, “Same girl that I last remember?” You asked and he nodded. You sat down beside him and looked at him. “I’m sorry, if you need someone to talk to or a friend, I’m here.” You offered. 

He chuckled, “Doing what I did for you?” He asked, teasing. You smiled, “I still have your number, you can reach out if you still have mine.” You said. 

The rest of the night, Tucker and you sat beside one another, departing when you helped your best friend but you always found your way back beside him. He heard about your life in New York, your failed attempt at dating, and how you ended up liking being alone. He told you about how he frequently visited Maine and how homesick he was, and how he was surprised he never caught you in New York. He also explained that he had an album he planned to release in the summer, after his couple of years off with music. 

“I’ll have to show you something sometime.” He said, making you smile at him, “Once you catch me in New York.” You teased, making him smile. For the first night in a while, he felt relaxed and happy in the world around him, and in his mind. He knew you were someone he’d keep around. 

But before he knew it, it was all counting down. You both stood outside, Tucker smoking a cigarette and you watching your best friends stand around. As it counted to the last few seconds, and you could hear everyone cheer inside the house, you both looked at one another. You put your hand on his shoulder and kissed his cheek, “Happy New Year.” You said softly, walking inside to hug your best friend.

Tucker watched you, still smoking his cigarette, his lips burning from either the cold, his cigarette, or maybe the wish that he properly kissed you- even if later it meant nothing. 

Soon, everyone went their own ways and Tucker was getting ready to leave. He stood in the doorway of the guest room, “How long are you here?” He asked softly, and you turned to look at him. “Four days.” You said, continuing to take off your jewelry.

“Do you want to get coffee or something?” You asked, he tilted his head, thinking about it. “Yeah, I’ll send you my address if you just want to come over. As friends, nothing like that.” He said, adding the last bit. You smiled, “Tucker, I wouldn’t make a pass at you. I’ll swing by.” You said softly.

Three days later

You stood in Tucker’s new home, staring at the slight mess it was, but how homey it was. You saw another part of him. Tucker looked at you, you with your hands on your hips. “Okay don’t look at the house like that, you make it seem worse than it is.” He defended, cleaning up some dishes. “It’s not bad.” You said simply, and he didn’t believe you. But you walked over to his record player, looking at the vinyls and settling on one. You played it, opening the blinds.

Before Tucker knew it, his house was filled with sunlight and cleaner than ever. You looked at him once you were done, “So, coffee?” You suggested. He nodded and grabbed his car keys, driving you this time. You both talked about whatever came to mind. “Shocked, you stayed in LA.” You said, looking at him. He glanced at you, then back at the road, “Really?” He asked and you nodded.

“You said you hated LA too when you gave me your number, maybe you don’t remember that part, you were kinda drunk.” You reflected, making him laugh at your comment. “Yeah I learned to like it.” He admitted, glancing over at you again. “You find the good in it, I’m surprised you went from here to New York.” He said, firing something back. 

You chuckled, “Well New York has more life, everyone here is just miserable but acts like they aren’t.” You stated, looking at him. He looked even more handsome then he was when you first met him, but you were just friends, and he was going through it- you squashed the little idea that would grow bigger if you let it.

You both went in and ordered coffee, in your jackets and hoodies. Some people recognized him, but you two kept your distance to make it clear you weren’t together. Once you both were given your drinks, you walked out and stood outside. It wasn’t freezing like it was in New York, but it was still cold.

“Thanks for coming, I think I need to be more social or have someone bring me out.” He said, making you smile. “Anytime, whenever you’re in New York, this can always happen again.” You offered, making him now smile. 

July 2024 So he took your word, having to do PR and press stuff for Kansas Anymore. He reached out to you a lot more, and you two became closer. He found you as one of his best friends, your presence becoming permanent in his life. He even stated it by sending you a signed vinyl, and a sweet note attached.

A week later he sent a text that he was in your city, and you stood side by side in Times Square. 

You both stared at the screen where he was shown, revealing his new album and being the new music spotlight. He looked happier than how you saw him six months ago, you could tell by the way he carried himself. He filmed some videos and took some pictures, and you met some of his friends who were on his team.

Tucker looked at you, away from himself on the screen. “Isn’t it bizarre?” He asked, making you shake your head, “No, you’ve always had this spark, just finally recognized by everyone.” You said softly, making his heart beat a few times too hard. 

You made Tucker pose once more in front of the sign, and you sent it to the couple who introduced the two of you. 

Look at our boy go!

Tucker smiled at the text, and the responses they gave you. Tucker handed his phone to his friend, “Take a picture of us, please.” He said, you both talked and waited for him to come back up on the screen. His friend snapped a picture of you talking before you realized, Tucker with his arm around your shoulder laughing, then one of you both normally smiling. 

He had printed them all later on, they sat in a three picture frame in his apartment. You didn’t know, you wouldn’t know until six months later. 

Tucker caught the teasing eyes of his friends, how they tried to act like they were too busy looking around Times Square, but really they were watching the obvious unfold in front of them. But you two told everyone it was platonic, it was platonic. You two were just friends.

Just friends that’s all you were.

All you’d ever be.

Right?

[hxrtnett]

my birthday gift from me to you, a tucker fic at 8pm tmrw (est) !!!

[hxrtnett]

꒰     mechanic!tucker accidentally burning princess!reader with his cigarette          ୨୧          tucker pillsbury     ꒱

layout ib @sturnsflirt

the hot sun sweltered down on you and your boyfriend as you accompanied him outside of your shared apartment, his body halfway under the hood of his car as he worked on it. his shirt was off, grease and sweat dripping his back from the humidity of the air and from being in the car.

you, princessy as ever, were leaned against the hood of the car, babbling away to tucker as he worked. "and then, just as i was leaving the mall, i remembered i forgot the one thing i went for," you exclaimed.

"uh huhhh," he hummed, "hand me that wrench, sweetness, would ya?"

you nodded, bending down to dig around in his toolbox for a wrench handing it to him. his dirty hands brushed yours as he leaned up out of the front of the car, offering you a soft smile.

upon seeing his appearance, your glossy lips turned to a frown. you could tell he was overworked- his brown hair was messy and clinging to the sweat on his forehead. "tucker," you pouted, "you look so exhausted, do you want water or lemonade or anything?"

"nah, don't worry about me, princess," he smirked, kissing the top of your head, "i'm good." he wiped his forehead with his forearm, beginning to delve back into the hood of the car. "now finish tellin' me that story, what'd you forget at the mall?"

a frown stayed on your lips as he worked. "are you sure you don't need anything? i'll go make some iced tea right now, i just ordered this cute pitcher that-"

"actually," he murmured, pulling out of the car once more and standing to his full height. he reached into his back pocket, pulling out a pack of malbaro reds and his lighter, "this is all i need."

you watched as he held the cigarette between his lips and lighting it, inhaling deeply. tucker quickly returned the pack to his pocket, leaning back to fix whatever was wrong with his car. dark smoke clouded around him as he exhaled, holding the cigarette with his free hand outside the car while other one worked.

"keep talkin' baby," tucker encouraged, turning up to smirk at you, "i wanna hear about your shopping dilemma."

you huffed, giving in as you continued your story. "anyway, i was leaving and i realized i forgot to get a nightgown! which was the entire reason i even went to the mall in the first place."

tucker hummed in acknowledgment from somewhere inside the car, moving in a bit further as he tried to reach for one specific spot. as he moved, his arm did too, accidentally pressing his cigarette against your leg, burning the plush skin.

you yelped and whined instantly, jumping away as you felt the burning feeling shoot through your skin. tucker picked his head up in a instant, yanking his hand away from you. "shit, baby, are you okay? where'd i burn you?"

tears welled up in your eyes, your bottom lip jutting out in a pout as you pointed to your upper thigh, a red mark beginning to form already. tucker dropped to his knees in front of you, putting the cigarette out on the asphalt below him. he pressed a tender kiss to your burn mark, hands gently wrapping around the backs of your knees as he peered up at you.

"i'm sorry, sweetness," he whispered softly, giving you another kiss on your thighs, "i didn't notice how close you were standin' next to me."

you sniffled quietly, blinking back the tears. "it's okay."

tucker frowned, still on his knees in front of you. "it's not," he murmured, pressing one last kiss above your knee before standing up, "c'mere."

he stood to his full height, scooping you up effortlessly as he wrapped your legs around his waist. "let's go inside now, baby, we can go have a shower and some lemonade, okay?"

you nodded, tucking your head underneath his chin as he carried you inside the apartment, the cool air washing over you both in an instant. he settled you down on counter, opening the refrigerator and pulling out a pitcher of lemonade you had made earlier that day.

"can you make it pink?" you pouted as he reached for a glass to pour you some. with a small smirk and chuckle and nodded.

"sure thing, doll."

© mattscoquette

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. ⋆˚꩜｡ i don’t think u can smoke while working on a car but its sexy and for the plot 😛 anyway im in love w this au alr !!! based on this ask

[hxrtnett]

guys which song list do we like better (tucker fics + band/breakup theme)

[hxrtnett]

CLARK KENT is shy , all but when it comes to protecting you.

when he’s nudging you towards the inner side of the sidewalk—clear of the street, bustling crowds, and the smog of speeding vehicles, there’s a certain air of assertiveness about him. he’s suddenly taller, as if he wasn’t already, posture stiff as a board and frame more open than ever.

his gentle grip on your hand suddenly turns strong and firm when you leave the grocery store together, (bags nursed only by him) to find that it’s nightfall—the sky is a pitch-black hue and it’s reasonable timing for the occurrences of criminal activity and predation. good and trusting as clark is, he’s suddenly a victim sharing in your cynicism when it comes to you. he can’t help it. he acts as if anyone would have half the mind to approach him whether his hand is tightly interlocked with yours or not.

when he drops you back off at home after a date, he doesn’t just watch to ensure you’ve made it in safely, door swiftly locked behind you. unbeknownst to you, he’s perusing the scene from his car to make sure nothing’s hiding within his line of sight, camping outside your front lawn for a good fifteen minutes. at some point he even steps outside of his car, briskly pacing back and forth for a moment, feigning a stroll and whistling to himself, checking to see he didn’t miss anything. the rocks that scatter the cement of your block suddenly look very interesting.

clark calls you after work every night when he’s not there to escort you to make sure you’ve left the building safely and are on your way home. only when you’ve pulled into your driveway can he finally discard his worry with a relieved sigh. there’s nothing that makes him feel quite as accomplished as ensuring his girl is safe from the evils of the world.

[hxrtnett]

i like to think jack abbot brings home fresh flowers for you on a weekly basis, truly every frickin week without fail

by the time he's leaving work, stores are just starting to open up for the day

He always gets the pick of the fresh bouquets, has a regular shop that he buys from, that knows him, and always recommends bouquets based on what you like

He just seems like a 'sure, why wouldn't I grab you flowers on the way home' kinda guy

[hxrtnett]

quick stitch — dr. rabinovitch blurb

𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ a cut and exposure to infectious materials sends you, a registered nurse, to the emergency room downstairs for stitches. out of anywhere, you had to be down here.

warning/contains. swearing, blood and stitches mention, tension

pairing. dr rabinovitch x fem!reader

you were sent down by your wing, not understanding why nobody could give you stitches, but you didn’t question your orders. going down the elevator, you knew to meet dana and that she was waiting for you. once it opened, she looked up from her desk. “hey beauty! what happened?” she asked.

“got cut by equipment, in reaction my hand slipped and i got some contaminants in it. i need disinfectant and antibodies and stitches according to the lazy asses upstairs who can’t do it.” you informed, holding the gauze over your wound. “room 6, robby is taking care of you.” she pointed, you nodded and worked your way there.

you sat in with your head lowered, exhausted from your day but ready for this to get fixed so you could work again.

the door opened and you looked up at robby. he looked up from his watch, “y/n!” he greeted, smiling at you. “what happened, doll?” he asked as you removed the gauze. “accidentally cut myself with sharps, they were contaminated already and i jumped in reaction, made it worse. just need antibiotics and stitches.” you said, sighing.

“you gotta be more careful.” he said softly, sitting down and preparing you. “i know i know, just moving too fast.” you spoke, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. he looked you over once, noticing your exhaustion. robby started to focus on the task at hand, literally.

“how are you?” you asked, looking from your hand to robby. he had put on his glasses and prepped your antibiotic shot and wiped the blood from around your wound gently. he looked at you from above his glasses, “decent.” he said, “lot of shit going on, per usual. i’m sure it’s somewhat calmer or organized upstairs for you.” he said, making small talk. you scoffed and let out a small laugh, “barely.” you said softly. “really?” he asked, curious, looking up at you. “really, the impatient ones you send upstairs are fun to handle.” you said, holding eye contact with him.

“i’m sure they can listen to you. you’re bossy when you need to be.” he teased, making you chuckle. “yeah but the doctors don’t care.” you said softly, he could hear your disappointment in your tone.

“anyway, you look exhausted.” you moved on as he went back to stitching you. he paused when you sucked in a tiny breath, but relaxed to let him continue. “well hon, sleep is difficult to catch when working in this field, we know that.” robby said, making you hum. “tell me about it, just looks like it’s taking a toll on you.” you said softly. robby was touched by your care, “why the care?” he asked, finishing suturing you. he gave you another shot to help fight off the contamination.

“you’re a good doctor, that’s all.” you said, shrugging. “i already made a report, gotta run labs and tests later so no need to order them. they beat ya to it.” you informed. robby put a bandage over, “am i okay to continue my shift?” you asked. robby looked at you again, “yeah? gotta see what your charge nurse or director says. i don’t know shit, we just suck it up and go.” robby said.

robby watched as you smiled at him, “alright, thank you dr. rabinovitch, ten days? three weeks?” you asked, looking at your stitched hand.

“ten days, come down and i’ll check.” he said, a part of him happy to see you in the next ten days, he hoped it’d come quick.

you both got up and ready to leave, bumping into one another as you both tried to squeeze through the door. after mumbling soft sorry’s, robby let you go out first and in front of him, absentmindedly checking you out in the process, “be more careful, y/n-” “i’ll try i’ll try.” you waved him off, looking behind you at him as you continued walking back to dana. robby watched you talk to her with a sweet smile before returning to the elevator.

he got to see you again for a split second when you stopped the doors from closing as staff rolled in a transfer bed. he noticed your bright smile, asking them where they were going, wondering if they needed your help.

“she’s cute, isn’t she?” dana spoke, making robby jump out of his trance. “she’s young though watch out.” dana warned, wagging her finger at robby. “you may be the best at performing sutures but you don’t pick up dates this way.” she added. robby was stunned, “i never-” “the looks said enough.” dana smirked, walking with him.

[hxrtnett]

older and wiser — luke castellan

𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ luke finds you after looking for you for a month. you’re both 23 now, and your two separate lives become one again.

warning/contains. swearing, mentions of war or fighting (luke’s time in camp half-blood), arguing, hitting, speaking of religious resentment

pairing. luke castellan x mortal!fem!reader

part two to pasture child — i ended up having lots of writers block with part two, so i hope you enjoy what i could do or felt satisfied with

going from door to door, library to library, and every nearby bookstore; luke spent his days looking for you.

in the middle of manhattan, he asked left and right if someone knew your publishing building, your favorite coffee shop, your residence, anything. whenever someone asked why, he simply stated, i’m luke castellan, and they bid him good luck.

he was given false hope several times by people, he was starting to believe he’d never find you.

but, one day he entered a bookstore and asked someone if they knew you and anything about where you could be. it was like the gods for once answered his prayers, he now only prayed for you.

“no need to fret, i’m right here.” a much older, yet familiar voice came from beside him. luke’s head whipped towards the direction, seeing you standing there on the small stage. you had a few books in your hand, a name tag on it too. “you found my bookstore.” you added.

all luke could do was stare at you, finally you were in front of him. after his long time of looking, and years of missing you, you were finally in front of him.

he watched as you placed the books down, arms crossed and your demeanor guarded. you wore an outfit suited to you, one your father wouldn’t have liked. luke wondered when you spoke to your family last, you loved your mother, but she loved her religion and your father more. under your stare luke felt small, he had fought for his life over and over against gods and demi-gods. but, under your eyes, he felt as small as an ant.

“y/-” “let’s go in my office.” you spoke, turning on your heel and walking down the hallway. your employees who became your close friends knew who he was, they were silent as he followed you to your office. he looked behind him to see the sheepish eyes match his sheepish look, everyone feared you when you were frustrated.

once he was in your office you closed the door, it was comfortable and more homey rather than office-like. luke noticed the cross on the wall, and the one still around your neck. he didn’t have time to relax fully in a room that screamed you, you stole his time by starting with your interrogation that he so deserved.

“i have too many questions. far too many. so i’ll just ask, why?” you looked up from your feet and tilted your head. luke saw a woman instead of the lovesick teenager. “why?” he repeated. you nodded, jaw ticking, “why. and let that be a question for anything you want to say to explain to me why you left and never returned.” you jabbed, making him inhale in pain at your words.

he was silent for a bit. watching as you were leaned against your office desk, looking up at him. “my life is different then yours, and i don’t know how much you’ll believe me, but my father is a demigod.” he started, staring at you. you raised an eyebrow, he put up a hand to stop you. “please just let me explain it.”

and so he did, every single detail. an hour spent between you two, he told you whatever you asked and you soon realized that he wasn’t lying.

“so, the summer camp you always went to was for kids like you? and you stayed, why?” you asked, now knowing he could have left and never returned way before you two became close. luke let out a scoff, “don’t be oblivious, you know the answer,” luke said, his whole demeanor going soft.

“you.” he said desperately, “every moment i stayed was for you.” he added.

you stood in front of him, tears in your eyes. “and you then did leave when it got bad, when you became different?” you tried to piece it all together, blinking away the unexplainable tears. “yes, i would’ve stayed if i could’ve. but after my mom passed there was no protection or reason to fully.” he informed, stepping close to take your face into his hands, wiping the tears away.

“i missed you.” you whispered, your teenage heartbreak slowly mending. “i know.” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “and i missed you every day. i almost died but i couldn’t let myself, i had to see you again.” he added, pulling away to study your face.

it was a lot of information to process, but you realized how different you and luke were, yet he was still the one you loved. “now, i don’t know what me being here will bring. i can’t guarantee a safe life with me, but please let me make it up to you. i’ll fight off all the things that try to hunt me, or try and get to you. please.” he promised, eyes searching yours.

“you can make it up to me, just take it all slow. i’m still in the fucking process of you being here or alive.” you answered, laughing in surprise and wiping your tears. he brought you fully into his arms, letting you both relax.

so, luke stayed with you, and found a job with your help. the bond you two built never died, only matured as you both did. luke had to learn the new things about you, and you had to learn the new things about him. it was a lot of work, but you two put in the effort.

luke sat at the dining table, drink in hand as he watched you move to the music you played, the night starting to arrive and sun starting to leave. a small smile rested on his face as you scooped your cat up, humming along to the tunes and one-handedly doing the task you needed the music for; which turned into your small dance party.

he couldn’t help but admit, your maturity looked gorgeous on you, he still felt like a teenage boy and here you were independent, stable, with figures in your bank and a figure he loved to hold.

you couldn’t help but admit his looks made him even more handsome, he was communicative finally, vulnerable to you, more muscular, and responsible. the scar on his face was also attractive, you just never said it.

you both were older and wiser, and it made you both fall in love with one another again.

you turned to luke now, walking over with a smile and placing down the cat. he fully turned to you as you stood in between his open legs, hands on his shoulders as you looked down at the familiar face.

“i’ve dreamed of a life like this for ages.” he admitted, looking up at you. luke looked at you like you were a goddess, more beautiful than ones he’d seen, nobody could deny aphrodite’s beauty but you had her beat. you blushed, “really?” you asked, hands now messing with his curls. you massaged the back of his head and he smiled, “really, darling.” he assured.

ever since he first entered the church, teary eyed from a lash from his mother, he sat with you on the pews and you held a tissue box for him.

“boys don’t cry, i’m sorry.” luke said, blotting the tears away with a tissue. you looked at him sympathetically, “it’s okay, boys cry, it’s human. we’re made the way we are by the lord for a reason, you’re allowed to cry.”

ever since then, he always came down to the church to try and catch you, ever since then he dreamed of marrying you, being with you, having a quiet and steady life away from the one he had. he still dreamed it and the potential what-if when he laid in his bunk bed late at night, in a cabin with kids like him, but none of them had a girl like you waiting for them back home.

luke rested his hand on your arm, moving your hand gently so he could kiss your palm. “you’re my saving grace.” he spoke, “i don’t know what i’d do without you.” he added. “well, we don’t have to think of the what-ifs anymore. i’m here, you’re here. we’re together.” you assured, smiling down at him. luke felt love bloom through him, “gods i love you.” he spoke, saying the lovely words he missed saying.

you smiled at him, practically glowing in front of him, in your pajama shorts and his shirt. “i love you.” you returned, kissing him to make sure he really knew.

for once, everything was right in his life.

[hxrtnett]

kiss and tell – charlie bushnell smau

𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ after a slip up in a comment section, and fans have noticed only you two together, you and charlie are bound to confirm your relationship.

warning/contains. swearing, light hate comment, sexual jokes (typical teenage jokes)

pairing. charlie bushnell x fem!reader

part one

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@.iamcharliebushnell finally can say “my girlfriend”!! 😁😁

@.yourusername as if you’re not the reason people know

@.iamcharliebushnell how can i watch my girlfriend thirst over dominic fike in the comments and NOT say anything

@.yourusername that’s true,, i retract my slight frustration

@.walker.scobell he’s scared of mr steal yo bitch

@.user98 and they tried to tell me i was wrong for thinking this

@.dior.n.goodjohn big back waiting for cookies

@.iamcharliebushnell you were literally sitting on the island behind me

@.aryansimhadri wrap it before you tap it guys! 😇

@.iamcharliebushnell die

@.yourusername thanks aryan 👋

@.user55 soo excited for season two now knowing they’ll have tension

@.walker.scobell as long as they keep their clothes on we’ll be okay

@.yourusername ?????? wtf

@.walker.scobell you heard me.

@.iamcharliebushnell posted on instagram

♫ — fashion killa by a$ap rocky

@.iamcharliebushnell i got to take my girlfriend on vacation with me

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@.user34 idk what’s more gorgeous her or the greenery around her

@.iamcharliebushnell i agree its hard to pick (it’s her)

@.user40 BRO HES SO SWEET

@.yourusername this vacation was truly needed

@.iamcharliebushnell i agree

@.user66 he’s always at a beach or tropical area and now he’s bringing her along that’s so cute

@.tamaravalerieissmart our gf looks so pretty

@.iamcharliebushnell our..?

@.dior.n.goodjohn yes.

you and charlie sat on the beach, now away from your phones and soaking up the sun. your music played softly off your speaker and charlie could smell the sunscreen, your perfume, and the earthy salt air. he felt at peace, laying in practical heaven with the girl he liked so much.

he watched softly as you laid on your towel, face scrunched from the sun rays that covered you and blinded you both. a small smile grew on his face, “you’re gonna get scrunch lines burned onto your face if you keep doing that.” he quipped, joking. his words made you crack open your eyes and shield them, “oh whatever, i’m just trying to tan and not go blind.” you spoke, grabbing your shirt you had previously wore and laid it across your eyes, making him chuckle.

“well i promise you you’re very tan.” he complimented, looking over your figure as your skin was a bit more tinted, and a bit red. charlie looked back at the water and got up, brushing off sand and looking down at you. you weren’t paying attention to his actions, only until he nudged your leg with his foot. “come in the water with me.” he said softly, eyes locking with yours. you sat up and charlie watched you think, “sure.” you answered, standing up beside him and kissing his cheek before walking with him to the water.

it was ice cold to you both, breaths quick and laughing, charlie took in this moment like it was the last one he could have. your smile, your glow, everything about you he took in. together you both swam in a bit deeper, soon interlacing hands as you both went under or over waves.

charlie pulled you close, face close to yours so you could hear him over the crashing waves around you guys. “thank you for being mine.” he spoke, making you smile before getting pummeled by a wave. with loud laughter that he loved so much, you smiled at him and answered, “and thank you for being mine.” you returned, kissing him quick before pulling away to get hit with another wave.

the rest of the day was spent with you two on boogie boards, charlie surfing for a bit, and then leaving the beach to walk around and see the sights and get dinner.

the night ended with you both sitting on the balcony, sipping your drinks you bought at the corner store, and eating your shared snacks. you both talked amongst one another softly, glancing at how social media reacted to your confirmation, but not really caring.

with his arm around your shoulders, you felt like you could stay in the moment forever. charlie hoped you both could stay like that forever.

hope you enjoyed!

[hxrtnett]

golden girl – charlie bushnell smau

𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ as costars for percy jackson, you and charlie are rumored to be together. your posts and comments on instagram only subtly give fans some shred of hope as they wait for the filming of the next season

warning/mention. swearing, “get a room” jokes, faint hate comments, nothing crazy just pure cuteness.

pairing. charlie bushnell x fem!reader

part two

@.yourusername posted on instagram

♫ — golden by harry styles

@.yourusername life recently! wrapped our movie excited for you all to see it 💞

tagged: @.arianagreenblat in 5th photo, @.movietitle

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@.user33 WHO ARE THOSE FLOWERS FROM MISS GURL?

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@.aryansimhadri it’s supposed to be hot out tonight, make sure you keep your windows open and the grogu next to it! 🥰

@.yourusername OH BIIIITCH

@.arianagreenblat casually just posting shit that had you nearly injured on set

@.yourusername idk why they thought to put two teenagers on set and not expect us to go crazy

@.iamcharliebushnell cute boots

@.dior.n.goodjohn had to read that twice to make sure he wasn’t saying smth bad ..

@.yourusername BYEEE HAHAHSHS

@.walker.scobell she laughing like zendaya does with tom holland

@.yourusername dior is just that funny ok

@.yourusername also thank you charlie ☺️

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@.user78 the pink shoes 🥺 aphrodite’s bby

@.user13 golden is y/n’s song argue with a wall

@.user42 i love how her smaller supporting role got sm love, y/n you deserve the world

@.user88 tbh i think it’s overrated and people only like her bc she’s pretty, there is so much fame for no reason over her character

@.user42 blud who asked for your opinion

@.iamcharliebushnell posted on instagram

♫ — better than i know myself by del water gap

@.iamcharliebushnell dump of some favorites that don’t go together but deserve to see the light

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@.yourusername “deserve to see the light” BOY LITERALLY POSTS A PICTURE OF ME SLEEPING

@.iamcharliebushnell at least i posted you and the flowers first before that one

@.yourusername mhmmm 😑

@.user77 two pictures of y/n and her new dog .. they’re so dating if they’re not just shoot me

@.user98 they can be friends yk

@.walker.scobell so charlie can meet y/n’s dog first but we can’t?

@.iamcharliebushnell bro you’re literally in school and states away, how are you gonna go to her house rn

@.aryansimhadri you’re at her HOUSE??

@.iamcharliebushnell oh my god yall act like this is life changing

@.aryansimhadri IT IS (we all visit her sm it rlly isn’t but it’s just you so..)

@.user62 the picture of y/n and the flowers is so pretty he always gets her flowers

@.yourusername i just look at them too long and then we argue over paying

@.user62 OMG HELLO??

@.leahsavajeffries WHO ARE YOU SHIRTLESS FOR? WOAHHH PG13 PG13

@.walker.scobell YOURE TRAUMATIZING LEAH

@.yourusername posted on instagram

@.yourusername came home to family getting a beagle, he’s kinda annoying but it’s ok he’s cute (he’s also charlie’s best friend now)

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@.yoursibling BRO STOP HATING ON HIM

@.yourusername HIS BARKS ARE LITERALLY SCREAMS?? AND I NEVER SAID I HATED HIM

@.iamcharliebushnell “he’s kinda annoying” literally every morning you’ve got him all coddled up with you

@.yourusername i can be honest and love him

@.walker.scobell just like how you’re honest abt charlie’s muscles and love him

@.yourusername YOU’RE GONNA BE BANNED FROM SEEING RUDY IF YOU KEEP IT UP

@.walker.scobell NAWW

@.user3 y/n when can we get more silena content 🙏

@.yourusername i have tons of photos in my camera roll ..

@.user16 BRO POST THEM

@.yourusername posted on instagram

♫ — hey blondie by dominic fike

@.yourusername more bts of season one since yall asked so “kindly”, you’ll see brandon & i more in season two dw we just had to make a small appearance first

tagged: @.thebrandonsevers, @.iamcharliebushnell, @.aryansimhadri, @.walker.scobell

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@.user09 y/n our golden girl frfr

@.user11 silena and charles :(

@.user45 silena before the madness

@.user56 why is charlie so close to you in that fifth pic

@.walker.scobell bros already trying to manipulate her to join luke’s side

@.user56 BYE SO REAL

@.aryansimhadri bro get a room with that fifth pic

@.yourusername bro shut the fuck up

@.iamcharliebushnell i couldn’t imagine any other casting for silena

@.walker.scobell we literally had to cast someone you’re in love with or it wouldn’t work

@.walker.scobell it’s been 30 minutes and all i hear are crickets

@.thebrandonsevers miss you dude

@.yourusername omfg i miss you too tell me your schedule we need to meet up i’ll bring rudy too

@.walker.scobell so basically i’m the last to meet rudy

@.user67 i love how cute brandon and y/n are 🥺just two buddies fr and not letting haters change or fans speculate that

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@.user5 so she literally posts herself or pictures with the guys,, literally none of the other girls and gets comments praising her and the guys .. such a pick me

@.leahsavajeffries dude the whole first two y/n posts of silena and pjo had only her or the girls, she’s just posting what she hasn’t and what’s special- and she isn’t all over the guys those boys r literally like her siblings

@.user20 GAG EM LEAH

@.user9 lol i love how she used hey blondie for the post even though girl had her hair brown for silena- the vibes are so cutesy

@.yourusername real i was going for the pink barbie theme and the song is so cute (plus dominic fike is so hot)

@.iamcharliebushnell hello 🧍‍♂️

@.aryansimhadri dominic fike more like mr steal yo bitch

@.user22 there’s no way this doesn’t confirm it

@.aryansimhadri if i’m blamed charlie started it

@.yourusername OMFG CAN YALL EVER SHUT YOUR MOUTHS