FUCK

How did they just read my thoughts??

Obviously I put this in the notes of the original post, but I think I’m on to something here.

The ovulation has stopped,

I'm no longer DROOLING over Austin,

I'm now just sobbing over Switched At Birth because Wilke is a lil cute ass hoe who NEEDS to date Daphne (and be serious about it for once in his stupid life) BUT SHE FANCIES EMMETT- BUT HE AND BAY ARE THRIVING RIGHT NOW AND EMMETT TALKED FOR LIKE THE FIRST TIME- IM NOT OKAY, IM SOBBING

𝐴𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛 𝐵𝑢𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇

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🩷 = fluff, ❤️‍🔥= smut or spicy, ☁️ = angst, etc.

ONE SHOTS

• FALL SWEETNESS 🩷

= Imagine dating Austin Butler and spending a crisp fall day together. You go on apple picking, and bundle up under a cozy blanket while watching a movie.

• LAZY SUNDAY MORNING 🩷

= Imagine waking up one Sunday morning next to Austin and spending lazy weekend morning with him.

• NEVER LOOKED BETTER 🩷

= You and Austin have been together for a while now and he's attending a premiere with you by his side, making sure you're comfortable enough with public appearance.

• UNSCRIPTED LOVE 🩷

= Austin and you have been close friends since you were teenagers. However, you have never worked together as actors, and certainly not in a movie where you are a couple.

• LATE NIGHT LOVE 🩷

= Austin is on The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon, while Y/n, his girlfriend, is home watching him in the TV, because unfortunately she's sick. He's questioned about her, and he speaks so beautifully about her, making everyone know he loves her more than anything.

• SWEET HOMECOMING ❤️‍🔥

= Austin had a rough day filming, and Y/n wants him to feel better as he comes home. Dinner, and, welp, a hot bath that isn't just a hot bath...

• WORKOUT FOR TWO 🩷(❤️‍🔥)

= Austin is training for a new role, and he has to be fit and formed, and he asked Y/n to be his company. But who would have thought seeing his girlfriend workout make him crazy?

• FOREVER YOURS 🩷

= It is yours and Austin's 10th anniversary, and it's not just any kind. Austin wants this anniversary to be the best anniversary ever, and as you probably might know — he's going to be successful.

• STRINGS OF LOVE 🩷(❤️‍🔥)

= Austin is playing a guitar, trying to memorize some of Elvis' songs as he's preparing for the role, and he wants his Y/n to try it, too.

• SAFE IN HIS ARMS ☁️🩷

= Y/n is having terrible day, feeling so tired and overwhelmed lately. Until she completely loses it, but Austin gets home and everything feels safe all of sudden.

• AUSTIN'S BABY FEVER 🩷

= Y/n and Austin are invited to birthday party of one of his friend's baby, and who would have thought Austin will catch a huge baby fever by watching his love Y/n play with kids?

• CARING LOVE 🩷

= Y/n's having the time of the month, definitely not feeling good. But that is something Austin couldn't help with.

• WHEN LOVE HURTS 🩷☁️

= You're doubting about yourself as you read some rude and hateful comments. But Austin makes sure you know haters can't tear you apart.

• BEDTIME BOOGIE 🩷

= Y/n's and Austin's daughter is having a hard time sleeping, and all she want to do is dance with her daddy.

• FAKE IT TILL YOU MAKE IT 🩷 PART 1

= Austin is your best friend and you seem to attend the same event without knowing it. As much as the two of you loved the pranks you did on the set as younger, you decide to repeat the past. But this actually turns into the most wildest things you’ve ever done.

• MON AMOUR 🩷

= How might it look when Austin and Y/n surprise each other with their ability of speaking French?

• MARKS OF LOVE 🩷☁️

= Y/n and Austin are expected their first baby… Hormones, changes of the body and other are not very comfortable to go through. But Austin is here to remind her that her body is miracle carrying another miracle.

• VALENTINE’S LOVELINESS 🩷

= Austin surprises you with a wonderful Valentine’s Day… Can even something be more than this?

• MORE THAN A CHRISTMAS GIFT 🩷

= Christmas is about giving gifts and surprises, but would actually Austin expect this gift? Days before Christmas Day?

• UNDER THE MISTLETOE 🩷

= Can something be more romantic than experiencing a first kiss with Austin, after hiding your mutual love?

• BAKED WITH LOVE 🩷

= Austin and Y/n make gingerbread cookies, and have the absolutely amazing time together!

• CHRISTMAS TREE, OH, CHRISTMAS TREE 🩷

= When Y/n decides to decorate the Christmas tree, Austin do nothing but teases her about it. But in the end, it's the most magical moment of the day.

HEADCANONS

• DATING AUSTIN BUTLER 🩷

= What would dating Austin Butler look like!

REQUESTS

• DOUBLE TINY MIRACLE 🩷

• FROM SET TO HOSPITAL 🩷

• JUST A LITTLE LONGER 🩷

• NEW YEAR’S LOVE 🩷

• NOT SO LITTLE SECRET 🩷☁️

• UNDENIABLE DESIRE 🩷❤️‍🔥

• WHO AM I WITHOUT YOU? ☁️

• LOVE LANGUAGES 🩷

MEDIA IMAGINES

• VACATION BREAK 🩷

= Austin and Y/n took some time off from the world in Hawaii.

PART STORIES

• His biggest hit 🩷❤️‍🔥☁️

= Every Elvis Presley's fan girl would love to be lucky enough to be his little doll. Y/n is the one everyone envies and would give anything to live her life which is just a dream for some. How is it really to live the life Y/n Presley is living?

• HEALING HEARTS (finished!)

-> PART ONE 🩷 = While chasing freedom you get hurt and precious elf boy finds you. It turns out to be Wil Ohmsford and he is more than pleased to care about you.

-> PART TWO 🩷☁️ = You never thought you would reveal the real secret of your escaping. But now that you are stuck with Wil – nothing else matters.

-> PART THREE 🩷☁️ = Things are going well between you and Wil… But he has one certain nightmare. That you will leave. And so afraid are you. Will you stay? Or will you leave?

-> PART FOUR 🩷 = Your leg is now healed and your heart is healed too. And Wil’s heart seems to be healed as well. Because finally, after all that happened, both of you are having the happy ending you deserve.

OKAY BUT WHO IS HE LOOKING AT ?!?!

AND WHY IS HE DOING THIS TO ME ?!?! 😭😭

Naughty naughty man... he knows. He knows what he does

From Austin addicts

No bc I get shy too..

Genuinely have to look away

Actually blushinggggg LIKE AUSTIN STAWPPP

what does it say about me if i love austin butler but can’t look at him for more than 15 seconds in fear of throwing up

This is such a cute idea 🥰

The devil on my shoulder like:

CORRUPT HER BENNY

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sweet talkin’

main hive 🐝 | next part here: honey, are you comin’?

✎ elementary-teacher!reader (miss.honey) x biker!benny 🏍️

summary: in which “uncle benny” picks up johnny’s girls from school and finds some honey along the way ;)

warnings: not much of anything besides talks of danger & some side eyes from on-lookers. an absolute fluff cake of a piece really. enjoy! x

author’s note: ngl there is some inaccuracies. i fully made up locations & such. never been to chicago or illinois even, but maybe someday :)

word count: 2.8k

💌 requests are open, send ‘em honey 💋

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You remember it like it was yesterday, the very first time you met Benny Cross. Ironically, it was one of those sticky sweet days in June, just before the start of summer ‘65. The Chicago heat was hard to beat in the cramped little classroom you worked in on Phipps Avenue. Your third graders were all flushed faces with curly cues frizzing about, and their red little cheeks burned in exhaustion. It was no surprise that you lost their ears to the tsk tsk tsk of sprinklers swirling about on the school grounds. Even though the principal was against it, you were rather relieved to see your students running about the wet grass come dismissal.

It was a lovely reprieve, truly to be out of the shoe box you worked in at the end of the day. Sure, the heat hadn’t let up. It was awfully sweltering passing clammy hand to clammy hand to their designated pick up person. But you loved being a teacher. Moreseo you loved those sweet turned up smiles that graced those baby faces of your students as they chatted about their after school plans. Heading down to the local pool or picking up a firecracker pop at the corner store was such a sweet treat. It made you miss being that young again, finding hidden treasures through the little bits of life.

You moved like clockwork during dismissal, attentive as you made small talk with parents and hugged your students goodbye. The pick of the cycle was usually smooth on your part. You knew who tended to be retrieved right away and who was left hanging, so it took you by a hint of surprise when you found yourself still hand in hand with Mr. and Mrs. Davis’s little girls.

You knew the Davis’s well — as well as anyone could holding residence in the quaint village of McCook, Illinois. Mr. Davis and his wife Betty were perishoners at the local church you frequented with your Ma and Pa. St. Caron’s on the corner of Rose and Dawn. You’d see them all together in their Sunday best, the kids in puff pastry kind-of dresses packed together in a pew with their Ma, while their Pa was mulling about in his pressed suit and tie. There was no trace of the Vandals you’d come to know, the Johnny that would be amplified under that some-what imposterous clean cut demeanor. You’d see him solemn as ever ushering pew to pew with the collections basket for the poor and at communion during the mass.

Yet, if you had to name one thing that complimented Johnny to Mr. Davis, it had to be his consistency with being on time. Never once was he ever late to church. 12pm sharp he’d be looking at his watch, waitin’ for the priest and deacon to do their thang. The same applied for his children and their respected school schedule.

It took you a moment to remember the note from the office that was sent up in the afternoon. In your defense, mastering concentration in this heat proved almost impossible. Until it wasn’t. You could see the lovely writing of the secretary with that neat cursive of hers in the back of your mind, reminding you that the Davis girls would be picked up by their Uncle Benny come dismissal.

That would explain it, you thought. But would it really? Fathoming a member of Mr. Davis’s family not being as meticulous as him? You momentarily wondered how the man would react to such a thing as being late. You were sure it wasn’t in his vocabulary by any means.

Your fingers, engulfing the petite ones of the Davis girls, squeezed their hands reassuringly. “M’sure your Uncle Benny will be here any moment.” Neither of them said anything as you glanced between the two flanked at your sides, little eyelashes blinking up at you without a care in the world. And here you thought they would be just as anal-retentive as their father.

They weren’t.

Since the school yard was becoming less compact with people, and the principal put an end to the fun with the sprinklers, you figured some chit-chat wouldn't hurt to keep them occupied. “You girls have any fun afternoon plans?”

The Davis girl on the right, taller, darker hair, lookin’ far too much like her father — a carbon copy if you will — spoke up then. “Yes! Uncle Benny is takin’ us to a picnic. Gonna see Daddy race his bike, Miss. Honey.”

A bike race, huh? You couldn’t remember seeing anything in the McCook weekly papers ‘bout an upcoming cycling event. But, hey maybe you happened to miss it on your skim of the thing, when your Pa just so happened to put it down for a second durin’ dinner.

“Well, ain’t that sweet!” You chirped, smiling brightly at the girls with genuine excitement in your eyes. “Sure it’ll be tons of fun.”

“S’not when Daddy gets all muddy.” The smaller girl, the one that looked more like her mother. Lighter hair and lighter eyes said. Her tiny face contorted into a grimace.

Muddy? Weren’t cycling races on the roads?

Surely the town would block off the streets like they did for those celebratory parades. The little one was probably exaggerating.

“Aw,” you hummed, a frown dousing your features. “M’sure your Pa is just real dedicated, y’know?” You tried to bring out the bright side for your student. “S’like when you buy a fresh book and worry about those pages dentin’. Y’won’t know if you like it if you don’t read it, right?” The girls nodded. “Dentin’ the pages just goes to show all that love you had for that book while readin’ it.”

“I guess…” The Davis girl shrugged, tiny fingers wrapping about the strap of her pretty pink backpack. Seemingly, she wasn’t as impressed as her sister to the right.

You were gonna change the subject. Gonna start chatting ‘bout something else, when a twist of tiers against the pavement sent a squeak across the air. Your mother-hen instincts kicked in instantly, protective hands pulling the girls behind you without a second thought. All heads turned simultaneously to the intrusion on the road, expecting the worst. Expecting a crash of sorts. But no, there was no crash, just a slick car pulling abruptly up against the sidewalk and jerking to a startling stop. One that could only be equated to the driver going far above the speed limit in a school zone.

It went quiet. Far too quiet as the lot of remaining faculty, students, and parents alike kept their eyes peeled back sharply at the reckless driver. Funnily enough the attentive stares of onlookers could have very well been just as bad as those witnessing an actual crash.

You weren’t any better than the rest, collecting snap shot after snap shot like a roll of consecutive film. You could still hear the engine cutting out, the door swinging open and closing with a solid flick of his wrist. A wrist that would do far worse to you in the bedroom. Far worse in the eyes of your religious upbringing, but would feel too holy to you to be considered a sin.

You only caught a glance of him for a second until his back was facing towards you, thick white letters staking his claim with a skull and crossbones for the Chicago Vandals on his cut down vest.

You’d heard a thing or two about those motorcycle men. Your father ranting and raving about the disturbances near route 95 and police chases. But never, had you ever seen one of them in the flesh up close and personal. A shrill of unprecedented delight shot up your spine at the colorful sight, no longer reserved to those blurry black and white paper cuttings.

Stopping in his tracks, you figured his car must have broken down or somethin’ – but no. He was putting out his cigarette with his worn down boot before making his way over to you, and oh he had his eye on you alright.

A relative unease wahed across the school yard, harder than the obvious heat wave as he sauntered across without a care in the world. As if dozens of heads weren’t makin’ disgusted faces and whispering about. Yet a clear intimidation set over them, people stepping out of the way without a word as if he was a Bible figure. Like Moses parting the red sea.

“Uncle Benny!” One of them chirped. Who you didn’t know, couldn’t know with the sudden flush creeping against your cheeks. Your heart dropped to your stomach once you realized who it was and that the man himself with dirty blonde scruff, calloused fingers, and a black inked layer over a honey toned canvas was makin’ a beeline to you. A beeline to you and the girls.

It was the taller Davis girl that must have called out his name, cause suddenly she was pulling you and her sister forward to meet Benny half way. You almost tripped down the stairs within the broken bubble of her excitement. Barely having a moment’s notice to collect yourself, you found your pristine baby pink ballet flats toe to toe with some scruffed up biker boots that had seen better days. You managed a breath before you looked up and boy were you glad you did.

The wind was practically knocked clean out of you when you were caught face to face with the Benny Cross. It wasn’t because you were scared of him — no. You were more taken aback with how pretty he was. How his deeply set ocean eyes managed to speak volumes without saying a word.

And suddenly, on the front steps of Phipps Avenue School you felt seen. More seen than you had ever felt in your life. He wasn’t the only one sticking out like the sorest of thumbs. So were you with your baby pink tank to match your shoes with your signature embroidered denim overall dress. Hair up and out of your face, loose honey curls frizzing about. Your kitsch tastes and unpolished attire were rather baffling for the picturesque depiction gracing the magazines your Ma read at the salon.

Some would say you were lost somewhere in Neverland. Lots of your fellow teachers would crack jokes here and there ‘bout it too. Sure, on a bad day a jab or two could get to you — but hey you liked what you liked and you weren’t gonna change that. Not for anybody. Not even for your Ma or Pa who grimaced at your bedazzled pins wedged into your messy curls during Sunday mass.

So Benny, well who were you to judge him?

“Hi, you must be Uncle Benny,” you greeted the brood of a man in front of you, flexing a sweet-like-honey smile that was just oh-so-you. You let go of the Johnny look-a-likes hand then, allowing her to wrap her small self around Benny’s leg in pure delight to see him as you outstretched your hand in a shake. To your dismay, he didn’t take it. Instead, his free hand that wasn’t mushing up Johnny’s girls dark locks as he patted her head fished for his pack of Marlboro reds in his vest pocket. That didn’t stop you from introducing yourself though. “I’m Miss. Honey.”

He gave you once over, eyes tracing you from head to toe before the edge of his lip tweaked up in a sly smile. “Honey, huh?” He mused, that deep set voice of his, thick and smokey sweetin’ up something deep inside you.

Dropping your hand back down against your dress, the material felt rather rough on your clammy skin. “Yuh-huh.” You nodded, that tight smile of yours making your eyes twitch just a bit.

A fresh cigarette materialized between his teeth then, unlit. A strange courtesy you found rather charming on the midst of educational grounds. “Hm,” he hummed, the narrow cylinder vibrating against his lips as his eyes devoured you a second time. Yet, you figured he was more unimpressed. Most were anyways.

“Benny! Benny! Can we go see Daddy now?” The girl wrapped around his leg yanked his belt loop with a small finger. The little one was still at your side, hand in hand with you. It was kind of amusin’ how different the two were. It was simple figuring out who was the bigger Daddy’s girl of the two.

“In a ‘inute, sweet-art,” he mumbled, that cigarette of his disrupting any fully coherent sentence from spillin’ out. “C’mere ‘ittle one,” he motioned to the shorter girl who was rather uninterested in leaving. In the midst of your conversation, she managed to keep her hand raised, keeping herself conjoined to you as she sat down on the bottom step in complete and utter protest.

“Don’t wanna.” She pouted down at her bunny tied saddle shoes that matched her pretty little pick-tails.

In a sense, you couldn’t blame her. Now it was all adding up. What was really going on. This wasn’t just some run of the mill village cycling marathon. This was a Vandals bike race.

Any other teacher would have probably made a stink, called the parents in for a sit down with the principal over infiltrating their kids in a biker environment infused with criminal records. But, you weren’t like that — no. Especially when you’d see a child’s eyes light up with so much delight. It was clear that Mr. Davis’s look-a-like was really proud of her father. Who could blame her? Respected throughout the community, a family man who put his all into a trucking' job.

A picnic with some bike racin’ wouldn’t be so bad, right?

Not with Mr. Davis involved.

So, you gave the benefit of the doubt. Sure, it could have been for all those reasons that were swarming about your head, but in actuality your heart was working double time over your mind. The image of the Davis girl clinging to Benny’s leg had teddy bear written all over it, giving you all the sweet talkin’ you’d need. Ironically enough, in due time that soft side of him would turn into plushy lovin’ reserved just for you.

“Lemme,” you mouthed to Benny before getting down to the little one’s level. Flattening out your skirt you took a seat next to her and rested both hands over her own in her lap. “Remember when we were talkin’ about a good book? Dentin’ the pages?” The girl nodded, but didn’t meet your eye. Instead, Benny doing the opposite, his eyes practically grilled onto your peripheral vision. “Well, sometimes if we are too protective of it. Too keen on keeping it all in tack, we’ll never learn not to and we’ll just be more and more disappointed when we come across a little crack we never created in the first place. We may not like it, but it’s there, and there is so much love there.” You squeeze the little girl’s hand. “Just like your old man racin’. You may not like it, but he does, and that’s quite alright. You know why?”

“Why?” She looked up at you then, little doe eyes attentive as ever, clinging onto your every word. It was times like this that reminded you why you were a teacher.

“‘Cause you love him, no matter what” You replied, tilting your head ever-so subtly to observe her reaction.

And oh did Benny love you. He didn’t know it then. Couldn’t fully compartmentalize it until later. Yet, unbeknownst to you, it was one of the first of what would become many of Benny's thoughts on how damn good of a teacher you were, how fine of a wife you’d make, and how sweet of a mother you’d be.

Thankfully, your words must have resonated with the little girl. It only took a moment for those delightful dimples of hers to grace those little features before her lips turned up in a sweet smile. “We gotta go Uncle Benny!” The girl declared suddenly, standing up straight with a whole new attitude. You were glad to supply the optimism. That’s what you were all about. That was the lesson you hoped to instill to your students the most.

You couldn’t help but smile yourself, feeling like a warm blanket was being draped over your shoulders soundly. Not uncomfortable. Not contributing to the intolerable heat wave. You’d only been in your second year of teaching, but hey — small victories like this made it worth it. Made you proud of yourself, even if you couldn’t find such gratitude from others.

Little did you know, Benny — he was so fuckin’ proud. Proud to see you spreading such honey-coated wisdom to a youngin’. And there on the steep steps of Phipps Avenue school as the little one wrapped her arms around you and thanked you profusely before grabbing Benny’s hand and heading to Johnny’s car, he found his mission.

You were gonna be his wife.

He was sure of it.

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this was so much fun to write! i hope you liked it :) i’m thinking of also including some honey interviews curtesy of danny ! stay tuned for “from the hive” 🎙️🐝

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I gotta come clean,

When this man says "You wanna come live with me" I almosT-I SAID ALMOST-- abandoned my obsession for Benny 😂

Almost ;_;

Beau Knapp | ‘The Bikeriders’ Los Angeles Premiere (2024)

HEAR ME OUT

I don't wanna fix him...

I want him to ruin me

hear me out on Vernon Jefferson (or Peak?) I can fix him, make him better

GIMME FICS ABOUT THIS MAN I WANT HIM

MAJOR GALE CLEVEN x FEM!READER MASTERLIST

BACK TO MASTERLIST || ALL FICS WITH BUCK

➽ Cheering Buck on during the bike race

➽ Buck getting jealous

➽ Buck's plane gets lost during a mission

➽ Meeting Buck for the first time and him asking you dance

➽ Smut after Buck's back home [nsfw]

➽ Secret relationship with Buck [Part I]

➽ Secret relationship with Buck [Part II]

➽ Secret relationship with Buck [Part III]

➽ Smut with soft!dom Buck [nsfw]

➽ Buck falling in love with his future wife

➽ Buck being jealous and acting on it

➽ Buck with a gal who is more extroverted than he is [Part I]

➽ Buck with a gal who is more extroverted than he is [Part II]

➽ You and Buck falling in love

➽ Buck sneaking you into his room [nsfw]

➽ Bucky being a third wheel

➽ Buck’s girl getting injured

➽ Buck having a nightmare

➽ Dad!Buck [Part I]

➽ Dad!Buck [Part II]

➽ Buck is insecure about his scars

➽ You think Buck is Bucky's boyfriend

➽ Buck comforting his nurse girlfriend

➽ Buck comforting you after your brother's death

➽ Finding Buck in your barn after he was shot down

➽ Buck coming back to the base and you

➽ Buck taking you home

➽ Buck's wife dealing with infertility

➽ Buck showing his wife how much he missed her overseas

➽ Buck figuring out how to build a crib

➽ Buck with a girl who plays hard to get

➽ Buck x you x Bucky [Part I] [nsfw]

➽ Buck x you x Bucky [Part II] [nsfw]

➽ Buck x you x Bucky [Part III]

➽ Buck's daughter playing with uncle Bucky

➽ Buck taking care of his wife when she's on her period

➽ Buck falling in love with a wealthy girl

➽ Trying for a baby with Buck [nsfw]

➽ Your kids with Buck walking in on you and him [nsfw]

➽ Buck with a German girl [angst]

➽ Buck with a pregnant wife

➽ Being classmates in college with Buck [Part I]

➽ Being classmates in college with Buck [Part II]

➽ Friends to lovers with Buck

➽ Buck with a wife who had an abusive ex-husband

➽ Buck with a baby fever

➽ Buck being triggered by the fireworks

➽ Buck reacting to his wife breastfeeding [nsfw]

And BOY was he written sO WELL for us 🥵

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