#alternate summary: two gay boys

[dreamingofdaysis]

Chapters: 1/6

Fandom: TOMORROW X TOGETHER | TXT (Korea Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Choi Beomgyu/Choi Soobin, Huening Kai/Kang Taehyun

Characters: Choi Soobin, Choi Beomgyu, Choi Yeonjun, Kang Taehyun, Huening Kai 

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Neighbors, and they were… neighbors lol, Homophobia, Insecurities, Anxiety, Angst, Enemies to Lovers, Kinda, Enemies With Benefits, is it gay to compliment your enemy every 5 minutes, soobin’s in his gbgb era, GOOD BOY GONE BAD GOOD BOY GONE BAD GOOD BOY GONE BAD GOOD BOY GONE BAAAAAD!!!, Friends With Benefits, Friends to Lovers, frenemies to lovers, idfk how to tag this cause what even are they, gay. that’s what they are, i’m so funny haha please read this lip bite emoji, author’s in their minisode 2 era, so this is inspired by minisode 2 kinda sorta, Sexual Content, but nothing explicit, okay perhaps a little??, you’ve been warned, at least don’t be reading this in church idk, contrary to how these tags might make you feel this is definitely not a crackfic, Did I mention angst, well i’ll mention it again. Angst, alternative summary: two gay boys, More tags to be added

Summary:

choi soobin hates his neighbor’s son. he hates how the boy next door outshines him in every way, as choi beomgyu is pictured to be the epitome of perfection. an absolute paragon.

and most of all, soobin hates how much he needs choi beomgyu. because despite their continuous spats and bickering, when faced against the world together, they realize that they only have each other.

[2chopsticks2eyes]

Don't Play Dumb

2chopsticks2eyes - Masterlist

Pairing: Lee Minho/Lee Know x Han Jisung/Han x Fem Reader

Themes: Shameless smut

Word Count: ~3.3k | AO3

Warnings: Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Alcohol, Cussing, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Vaginal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Alternate Universe - Neighbors, Vaginal Sex

Summary: Minho and Jisung were living their best lives to their gayest potential. Well, at least that's what they thought before you moved in next door...

Author’s Note: This story was inspired by a request from my girl @lyramundana. I had to physically restrain myself from making this, like, 20 pages more than it is just because I told myself this was only going to be a short one-shot to put out there while I write my main stories. 😅

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Jisung always knew he was gay, he was vibing too much babygirl energy to be otherwise. Minho always knew he wasn't attracted to really anyone, however, he always had a thing for a nice set of pecs and a nice, perky ass. That is until he met Jisung and realized his 100% attraction towards the man. And the biggest plus was Jisung had a really nice ass AND pecs. Like. DAMN.

But I digress. Neither believed in love at first sight until they first locked eyes on each other. 

That was YEARS ago, and they were still as in love (if not more) as they were before.

But then one hot summer day, you moved into the flat straight across from theirs.

The two were just coming home from a romantic brunch and were already a couple of horny dogs before noon even hit. However, when they saw you struggling to move in by yourself, all it took was one look at each other and they immediately rushed over to help you despite your ramblings that you could do it yourself and weren't some damsel in distress.

They respected that, but still insisted on helping if not to speed up the process so you wouldn't turn into ashes in the summer heat and, if you were being honest with yourself, it sounded particularly preferable. So after brief introductions, the three of you set to work.

So, after these two Greek gods of men finished helping you move everything up, all of you were drenched in sweat from head to toe.

"I'd offer you something to drink, but I think I only have tap water..." You explained meekly, trying not to focus too hard on each drop of sweat that ran down their tanned skin.

They were in a similar situation.

They had watched you lift those heavy boxes like they weighed nothing and they soon found out that you were more than capable to do this yourself. But with the sun blazing and heavy lifting up two flights of stairs, they couldn't help but notice your... attributes.

You had worn just a thin tank top and some breezy shorts due to the weather, and the more sweaty you got, the more they clung to you, and the more the boys couldn't help but have their eyes wander.

They giggled and reject your offer. "Do you want to come and have a drink at our place instead?" Jisung offered sweetly.

"No no no! It's totally fine! I have to start unpacking anyway and, besides, you two have helped me out plenty today..." They couldn't help but notice the blush blooming on your cheeks as you looked down with a small smile, biting your lip to contain your shyness.

Minho wanted to coo at you for being so damned cute, but he was afraid that it would make you uncomfortable, so he refrained. 

Once Minho and Jisung returned to their own flat, Jisung turned to Minho. "Okay hyung, I know this is going to sound super weird, but was she not absolutely drop-dead gorgeous or what?!" 

"Holy shit, I know right?! Am glad I'm not the only one who noticed!" 

"Like, shit, I'd fuck her stupid if I wasn't the gayest bottom bitch there is out there!" They laughed heartily and Minho playfully swat his arm with a loud cackle.

This was why they loved each other so much, they could be completely open and honest with each other and they knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that they’d still live and die for each other.

"Speaking of bottom bitch, I believe we had some plans once we returned home if I'm not mistaken?" Minho gave Jisung a wry smile as he moved closer to place a sweet kiss on the edge of the younger man’s jaw, instantly reminding Jisung how stupidly horny he was.

Instead of answering, Jisung just decided to strip naked and get on all fours for the man right in the middle of their fucking living room carpet.

Weeks went by and, what started as simple greetings as you occasionally passed them coming and going, turned into the three of you spending time at each other's places every week for the designated 'movies and margaritas' nights.

"Okayokayokay, Ji! Truth or dare?" You questioned the round-faced man. After your third round of drinks, you all had foregone your attention to the movie on the screen in favor of playing the classic game for drunks.

"Truth..."

"Don't be such a pussy, Sungie!" Minho complained loudly.

Jisung shoved his face in front of the elder’s line of sight in retaliation. "Get over it! My answer remains the same!"

You giggled wildly even though the situation was not nearly as funny as you thought it was, but they had endeared expressions on their faces as they looked at you cackling like an idiot.

"Okay *ahem* Ji. Have you ever topped Minho?" You knew the question was pretty bold, but you had quickly become extremely familiar with these men. Besides, neither reacted poorly to the personal question.

"Sweetheart, hyung and I have been together for AGES. Do you seriously think we haven't already tried everything in the slutty book?"

"They have one of those?" You asked while giggling into your drink.

"Yeah, we wrote it," Minho smirked and winked at you while you cackled.

"Well, at least now I know that Ji knows how to fuck." You taunted said man with a wicked smile. 

"Oh, I can do a lot more than fucking, sweetheart," Jisung said in a sultry tone with a wink thrown at you. This was a common occurrence between you three, they would flirt with you while your heart was being suffocated knowing they were gay.

You visibly shivered with a blush and Minho narrowed his eyes, taking a mental note of it. "Okay, little miss dirty mind, your turn. Truth or dare." You could already see Minho brewing up a storm in his head, but you were never one to back down from a challenge.

"Dare. Hit me with your best shot, pussy cat." You said with a challenging grin on your face.

"Oh no. You shouldn't have said that. Minho's the devil incarnate. He'll seriously fuck you up." 

Minho answered his boyfriend with an amused hum. "Hmm, let's see..." He made a show about thinking about what he wanted to say as if he didn't already know. "I dare you..." Both you and Jisung waited with bated breath for the hell that was about to be unleashed. "...to french kiss both me and Sungie."

"WHAT?!" Both you and Jisung exclaimed in tandem.

"You heard me, bitches. You have to kiss these gay boy lips like you mean it, now pay up!"

Jisung breathed out a disbelieving laugh as his slack jaw hinted at a shocked smile. He turned to you to gauge your reaction, only to see that you had completely frozen in place. Their smiles instantly dropped. "Aw shit, I'm sorry, love. I was just teasing. If that makes you uncomfortable I can--" 

"No!!" You shouted, covering your mouth immediately afterward. "N-no! A dare's a dare! I'm no pussy..." At least that's what you told yourself.

Internally, your heart was racing at a thousand miles a minute as you scooched closer to Jisung. You took a deep breath and cupped his cheeks, watching his beautiful eyes go wide and his moist, plush lips part. Before you could doubt yourself any further, you dove in and planted your lips on his.

You had instantly melted as Jisung tentatively placed his hands on your waist and you furthered the instructed 'french kiss' by tangling tongues with him.

After a moment, without waiting to check their reactions, you pulled away and lunged at Minho to do the same, drinking in the taste of the alcohol on his lips. When you felt his strong hands smooth over your shirt and around to your back you slightly whimpered.

You flew back while covering your mouth and saw their wide eyes and dumbfounded looks on their faces. "Oh-oh, my god!" You scrambled to stand up. "Shit guys, I'm so sorry. I..." You couldn't stay with the humiliation any longer and, without another word, you fled from the apartment.

Jisung and Minho looked at each other with equally shocked expressions. "Are you as turned on right now as I am?" Jisung said breathily. And Minho just dumbly nodded. "Do you think she would... or would you be down for...?" There was an unspoken question there, but his soulmate already knew.

"Fuck yes." Minho threw himself on his boyfriend like a hungry wolf and proceeded to fuck him over the back of the couch until he came with a cry on his lips.

Okay... they were definitely, infinitesimally homosexual but... they never met someone like you…

Maybe they had some talking to do.

When they knocked on your door unannounced the following evening, you were shocked to say the least. "Minho? Jisung? What are you--?"

“Can we come in?” Jisung cut to the chase rather quickly and you could see the determination in his eyes. You nodded shyly, still not able to get over the fact that you made an ass of yourself the night prior.

As soon as they came in, they bracketed you and you looked up at them like a frightened animal. “G-guys… I-I’m sorry about yesterday… I didn’t mean to and we had a lot to drink and–”

“Do you like us?” Minho cut in this time and you sealed your lips. You felt a shiver run down your spine and, even though you were sure he meant it in a different way, you answered respectfully.

“O-of course I like you guys! We’re friends!” You sounded shocked that they even had to ask.

“No…” Jisung brazenly stepped closer and swept your hair over your shoulder to speak low into your ear. “Do you like like us?”

Minho moved closer on your other side as well, however, he bent down to eye level with you “Don’t play dumb baby girl. Do you have dirty little thoughts about me and Jisungie? Hm?” He tilted his head and you looked like a deer caught in the headlights as they both stared you down. “Do you imagine what it would be like having two men fuck you stupid? Is that why you asked Sungie that question?”

You didn’t know whether to tell the truth or lie out your ass but, eventually, you could only reply with a shy nod directed at your own bare feet, not trusting your mouth to be able to form words.

With your shameful face still directed towards the ground, you peeked up at their expressions. Your eyes widened when you saw identical Cheshire grins on each of their faces. “Well then, I think we should assist her with that. Don’t you think, hyung?”

“I agree wholeheartedly Sungie.”

You whipped your head up and stepped back a hair. “Woah woah woah! No need to stoop to that level, guys!  I’m sure I’ll get over it eventually!”

“Well, you see sweetheart, we've been thinking an awful lot about this. Hyung and I are in it for life, but with you…” Jisung said as he stepped an inch closer to you. “You’ve got us questioning what it would be like with a woman.” He gently trailed a finger down your arm, inducing goosebumps that they could blatantly see.

“We want to know what it’s like to make you fall apart. We want to see how to make you scream. Make you beg.” Minho trailed his gaze languidly over your body with each word and you felt like you were being crushed with all the tension in the air.

You involuntarily gasped when you felt Jisung’s soft lips press against your cheek. Soon enough, he was whispering in your ear. “That blush on your cheeks is really pretty, should I deepen it?” You felt the wet heat of his tongue press up against the tender skin under your ear and you quietly whimpered.

“It sounds like you are more than willing to experiment with us, honey. Tell us, baby. Do you want to play with us?” Minho wrapped an arm around your waist and began kissing your neck to drive his intentions forward. Also to inform you that “playing” didn’t mean you’re going to play fucking Jenga or some shit.

Instead of using words, you let your hands do the talking. You tentatively grasped their wrists and slowly led them further into the apartment. You made your answer clear enough when you brought them to your bedroom and turned around to silently face them at the foot of your bed.

Your eyes were glued to the floor and Minho cooed at you. When you looked up, the two gorgeous men were looming over you with hungry eyes. Unable to look directly into their intimidating eyes, you stared at your feet while saying, “I usually use the traffic light system…” You peeked up at them to make sure they understood. “I-is that alright for you guys?”

“Fuck yes…” Jisung said with an airy tone and stepped closer to grab the hem of your shirt. “Can I take this off, sweetheart?” Instead of answering, you removed said item and chucked it across the room, face getting hotter by the second.

“You guys can do whatever you want… I trust you…” You bit your lip but made sure to look them in the eyes as you said this. You wanted to make sure they knew you wanted this.

“You might be regretting saying that later, baby girl.” Minho groaned in a wicked tone.

Before you could prepare yourself, Minho had moved around behind you to hold your arms in place while Jisung stepped in front of you, slowly gliding his fingers over your exposed skin. “Shit, she’s gorgeous. Isn’t she hyung?”

Minho hummed low in his throat and then you suddenly felt his warm tongue glide up the side of your neck. “Tasty too.”

You didn’t know why, but the fact that they were talking about you like you weren’t even there turned you on even more. “Hmmm, where should I start?” Jisung rhetorically asked as he examined your body. Your breathing picked up when you felt his soft hands move up to slide one of your bra straps down. “Here?” You whimpered as his fingers glided over your nipple through the thin fabric.

You heard a chuckle come from beside your head where Minho had begun lazily kissing your neck and shoulder. “I think you have your answer, jagi. Go on, show us what a bottom bitch can do.”

Jisung bit his lip and gasped at his boyfriend’s provocative words, but when he looked back at you, he looked absolutely sinful. “Of course, hyung…” 

Jisung was an enigma. He was both equal parts submissive and domineering while Minho was a born and bred master. Created to have both you and Jisung on your knees for him with little to no effort.

They ravaged you properly. They kiss, licked, and sucked on almost every inch of your body except where you were aching the most for them. However, kissing them was almost just as good because those boys had an amazing set of lips on them.

When you all eventually stripped with an insane amount of teasing from them, Minho sat up against the headboard while you faced him on all fours, Jisung just behind you looking at your dripping cunt in awe.

Minho leaned forward to kiss you once more before leaning back and holding his oozing cock in place. “Suck.” He commanded, and you complied eagerly. As you took him in, you heard a low groan in his chest. “Sungie. Show me what you can do to her, yeah? Make her scream on my cock.” Minho said with labored breaths.

You weren’t able to see him, but you felt chills wrack your body when you felt the man behind you blow his hot air on your folds. You whimpered but continued on your mission to suck the life out of the man in front of you. You felt gentle fingers glide through your hair and felt Minho slowly begin to guide your head to bob on his dick.

You had to stifle a moan when you felt Jisung drag his tongue over the entire length of your pussy and then heard the smacking of his lips. “Wow, that’s a lot better than I imagined.” You squeaked when you felt a finger plunge inside you, pumping a few times before pulling it out and holding it up to Minho’s lips. “Hyung, taste her.”

You looked up at him from an awkward angle, not allowing your mouth to release him for a single moment. You whined when you watched his tongue slide over the digit before sucking it into his mouth. “Hmmm such a pretty and tasty girl, aren’t you?” 

You felt his hips slightly buck up but you refrained from gagging, instead, doubling your efforts. It was right as he let his head fall back against the headboard that you felt more fingers enter you, thrusting and moving in you at an unforgiving pace until you came violently and unexpectedly. 

When you pulled off of Minho’s cock to cry out your ecstasy, they watched you wide-eyed and hungry before you desperately fumbled for the bedside drawer to pull out a couple of condoms. “P-please fuck me… I need you inside me, Ji.”

Both of the men muttered expletives before you wrapped your mouth around Minho again and Jisung hastily opened the condom wrapper. You saw stars when you finally felt him enter you. “F-fuck, hyung…” Jisung whined as he bent over you to kiss him. “She’s so tight…”

“Fuck her real good, jagi. Open her wide for me.”

And without further ado, Jisung did just that. He grasped your hips and roughly slammed his cock inside you until he was whimpering with every breath. When he had fucked you long and proper, you came once again and Jisung was at his breaking point. “F-fuck… can I cum on you, sweet thing?” Jisung asked while smoothing his hand over your dewy back.

You released Minho’s dick, although he was also close, and you replied. “Fuck you guys can cum anywhere you like if you can fuck me this well.”

With an airy chuckle, Minho flipped you over onto your back and hovered over you. He and Jisung had traded spots so now Minho had on a condom, poised at your soaked entrance, while Jisung stood next to the bed with his now bare cock aimed at your face.

They didn’t pause for a single moment, Minho ramming you full force, devouring your neck as you quickly pumped Jisung’s cock in time with his boyfriend's thrusts next to you. It almost felt like fate when all three of you came in tandem and you held your mouth open to catch every drop of seed that Jisung had to offer you. 

Then, as if all the life was drained from the room, you all collapsed.

You all laid there in the mess for a moment to catch your breaths before they made a move. They were proper gentlemen, cleaning you and handling you with care as they tucked you in bed. “Guys?” They smiled at you with their full attention. 

“What is it, beautiful?” Jisung as he laced his fingers with yours.

“I know we need to talk and all, but can you guys just stay tonight and talk later?” You looked at them with pleading eyes and they smiled in adoration before plunging under the covers on each side of you. 

Yeah, Jisung and Minho knew they were gay, but after that day, they could confidently say they weren’t opposed to the opportunity when it was you they were considering…

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If you’ve made it this far, thank you so much for reading! This is why it takes me so long to write my stories! I always want to make it into a fucking full-length book! Let me know how you liked it!

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2chopsticks2eyes - Masterlist

[yuriskies]

Fishing Yuri vs Reproductive Fascism

Issui Ogawa's Twinstar Cyclone Runaway novel series caught my attention the moment I learned about it. A gay marriage allegory in a weird sci-fi setting? Sign me right the fuck up. I've always found explicitly political sci-fi interesting, and well, Ogawa is not exactly a small name in Japanese sci-fi. However, a Japanese hard sci-fi novel is not going to have an easy time finding a good translation to English, much less a fanbase. So I was really excited to see that it was getting a manga adaptation, and from what it has adapted so far (~half of the first of three novels in an ongoing series), it's really living up to my feeling of hype.

There is a general setting summary after the break, and then a section where I talk a bit about the most recent chapter (8), and how it really makes a cogent argument extractive economic systems are reinforced by patriarchal norms.

The plot centers around Terra Intercontinental Endeavor, a woman who has inherited her family's fishing boat. The fishing boat requires two people to operate, a job which is performed by straight couples as a form of marriage contract. The use of married couples is understandable, given that the fishing boat transformable rocket plane that descends from orbit to operate in the skies of a gas giant, an operating environment which requires almost preternatural communication skills between the pilot and the person transforming the ship. The fish that swim around in the gas giant's skies are special: they're made of a kind of clay that can be molded by thought. The catch forms the backbone of the planetary economy; otherwise, the planetary system is so resource-starved that humanity cannot sustain itself without something to offer through galactic trade networks. Terra is highly gifted at producing complex transformations of the ship, but cannot communicate well with the male pilots she is interviewing for marriage. Part of this is because her way of describing things is a little kooky, but the majority is because the patriarchal culture she lives in has produced a lot of condescending, sexist guys who Obviously Know Better.

Fresh off a round of failed marriage interviews, Terra is desperate to find anyone who can pilot the boat. In steps a mysterious girl named Diode, who proves herself to be an exceptionally talented pilot whose skills mesh well with Terra's. So far, the story has alternated between Terra's experiences within the stifling cultural life of her home, and the moments of dizzying freedom and connection that Terra and Diode find when they're out fishing.

(Spoilers from here on out, so stop here if you would prefer to read more on your own. )

As far as the broader world of Twinstar Cyclone Runaway is concerned, the first seven manga chapters have largely focused on how badly Terra fits in with the surrounding culture. She has a reputation around the port, mostly as a person who creates absurdly complicated fishing gear and makes up weird stories. Her aunt and uncle both want to see her happily married so she can fulfill her dream of fishing, but tend to push their preferences onto her. She works as a video distributor in the clan's dilapidated cultural archives, and appears to be one of the few people interested in the world of her clan's space station. In part, this is due to the conservatism of the culture - most people are strictly utilitarian and seem happy to accept the world as it is. There's also sexism. Woo boy is there sexism.

The first few chapters alternate between life on the station, where Terra is exposed to a constant stream of sexism. The chapters dealing with station culture are almost an exercise in masochism, but provided the set dressing for a chapter which does a really decent job at describing the organizing thought processes behind anti-LGBTQ lawmaking. In it, Terra and Diode's activities have drawn the attention of the authorities, who are none too happy that they're fishing together (and effectively presenting themselves as common law wives in the process).

They're both summoned to the clan council, where the clan chief immediately begins lecturing Terra (and belittling her with backhanded complements) before ordering her to surrender her family's fishing boat to someone else. During his lecture, he highlights the 'freedom' enjoyed by their clan compared to the even more stifling culture of the clan Diode hails from. He attributes that freedom to the strong sense of "culture and tradition" of the clan, and the work of those with "superior bloodlines" who support and perpetuate it by passing that sense of identity on to the next generation while countering the clan's slowly shrinking population. Under this logic, allowing Terra to participate in a same-sex marriage is considered tantamount to enabling a cultural collapse.

It is, from just about any perspective, a fascist perspective on gender roles. Women are valued not for their ability to contribute to the culture but for their service as reproductive cogs in the economic machine. Culture and tradition are interpreted as something transmitted through blood, not community. Terra's work in maintaining the cultural archives are viewed as useless make-work, as to the leadership, a woman who does not reproduce is preventing the transmission of culture. The stability and economic productivity of the clan is the organizing principle of society, highlighted by the fact that the roles of clan chief (political leader) and head fisherman (economic leader) are held by the same person. In this framework, the backbone of society is understood to be its captains of industry, those working in economically-prestigious jobs, and their social role is to maintain the economic prestige and exclusivity of the fishing class.

The chapter ends with Diode (having initially been begrudgingly convinced to allow Terra to do the talking) exploding at how the clan chief has been talking down to the both of them. She points out the hollowness of the underlying rhetoric - although it portrays culture as something shaped by struggle and ability to assert one's will, it systematically denies most people from the attempt. While pointing this out, she also mocks the clan chief's skills, clearly relying on the offense to his masculinity to provide the opening for herself and Terra to prove themselves. While the gambit works, the clan chief is clearly setting the terms of a challenge to make them prove themselves exceptional, a task which carries a high likelihood of death.

By the way, the art does a lot of the heavy lifting here. Despite Ahiru Tanaka's slightly cartoony style, he is incredibly skilled at getting the point across through composition. Terra's workplace in the cultural archives is dingy, cramped, and literally disintegrating, and Tanaka's line work reflects this - dense, imprecise, and messy. It really sells the apparent lack of maintenance since the archives were constructed. By contrast, the clan council's chambers is airy, bright, and characterized by cleaner, more precise line work. The difference is night and day, and I think it really helps sell the Endeavor Clan's underlying thinking of exactly where "culture and tradition" are transmitted.

Anyway, I just had to gush a little bit about this chapter, in what is quickly becoming one of the manga releases I most anticipate reading every month.

[destieltropecollection]

DESTIEL TROPE COLLECTION 2023 | DAY 16 | Two Person Love Triangle

Secret Admirer | NannaT (AO3)

Rating: Mature Word Count: 5,627 Main Tags/Warnings: Valentine's Day, Fluff and angst, Secret admirer Summary: Cas has a secret admirer and it's driving Dean nuts

An Angel's Tale | @seidenapfel

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 30,175 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fanfic Writer Castiel, Fanartist Dean Winchester, Two Person Love Triangle, Episode: s15e18 Despair - Castiel's Confession Scene, President Castiel (Supernatural), Custodian Dean Winchester, Friends to Lovers, Idiots in Love, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Humor, Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Hunter Dean Winchester, Canon Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Castiel and Dean Winchester Need to Use Their Words, Fix-It, Angel Wings, Post-Episode: s15e18 Despair, Minor Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Past Lisa Braeden/Dean Winchester, Alcohol, Dean Winchester Has Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Mutual Pining, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester Summary: After being Dean’s roommate for over a decade, Castiel can’t go on like this anymore. He leaves their shared home and flees to Europe for a year, no longer able to deal with his feelings for his best friend in such close proximity. Left behind heartbroken and grieving, Dean distracts himself with Charlie’s favorite fantasy book series. Intrigued by the tale of an angel and a hunter, Dean stumbles into the realms of fandom and fanfic. For the first time since high school, he picks up his drawing utensils, and, not before long, signs up for a fandom big bang. Dean is thrilled to be paired with his favorite author. Chatting reveals that Dean isn’t the only one who is head over heels in love with his best friend. In jest, they make a deal: They confess their feelings to their friends, and if that doesn’t work out, they’ll try their luck with each other.

Go Down With This Ship | @porcupine-girl

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 31,354 Main Tags/Warnings: No Archive Warnings, Epistolary, Online Friendship, Online Romance, Tumblr, Characters Writing Fanfiction, Alternate Universe - Fans & Fandom, Two Person Love Triangle, Identity Reveal, Librarian Dean, Dom/sub, Dom Castiel, Light Bondage, Rimming, top cas/bottom dean (fun fact: This was the first fic on ao3 to use the two person love triangle tag! I found the term on TV Tropes.) Summary: Since he has to stay deep in the closet to protect his job as a children’s librarian in conservative Wichita, Kansas, Dean’s main outlet for sexual frustration is writing and reading slash fiction for his favorite show, Devil Boys. When he starts corresponding with AngelofThursday, another male slash writer in his ship, he really is just looking for friendship… but when it seems like more might be on the table, he’s not going to turn it down. If only he didn’t also have a crush on Cas, the hot volunteer at his library branch…

Salt & Iron | @abi-cosmos

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 36,221 Main Tags/Warnings: Human Castiel, Online relationship, Two person love triangle, Mutual pining, Depression, Drinking to cope, Love Confessions, Dom/sub undertones, Dean Winchester wears panties, Canon divergence, Hurt/Comfort Summary: Dean is lonely since Castiel became human. It’s been six months of throwing himself into cases, pining around the bunker, and radio silence ever since they parted ways. Charlie takes matters into her own hands, signing him up for a hunter’s networking website where he meets new hunter Steven. They start a friendship, Dean enjoys his online companionship and Steven seems to understand what he needs without ever having met him. When things heat up between the screens, Castiel is brought back into his life, and Dean soons finds himself face-to-face with secrets and sin.

Love, Dean | @friendofcarlotta

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 48,050 Main Tags/Warnings: Gay Dean Winchester, Closeted Dean Winchester, Gay Castiel, Closeted Castiel, Dean Winchester's First Time With a Man, Kid Fic, Top/Bottom Versatile Castiel/Dean Winchester, Threesome - M/M/M Summary: Dean has a job he’s good at, and people he loves. Really, he’s got most things a man in his thirties could wish for. He also has a huge secret: he’s gay. The only one who knows is his best friend Charlie. Dean is content to keep it that way, until he strikes up an anonymous email friendship with a colleague who’s also closeted and struggling to come out. As Dean’s feelings for his new friend grow, he begins to wonder if it might be time to let himself be seen.

Dear Western Red Cedar #2409 | @mittensmorgul

Rating: Mature Word Count: 63,433 Main Tags/Warnings: Modern AU, forest ranger/author!Dean, librarian!Cas, idiots to lovers Summary: For a decade, Dean had been living his dream life in Montana as a national park ranger. When Sam and Eileen followed him there a few years later, he had no idea how to tell them about his side gig as the author of a wildly popular series of novels loosely based on his own experiences. Well, minus the monster hunting. He never expected them to become bestsellers—or potentially a tv series, if his agent could only convince him to out his real identity. While Dean's also writing his latest bestseller on a deadline, a misunderstanding and his own social ineptitude leave him completely cut off, aside from his new pen pal who Dean only knows as Bluebird. Cas had spent the last two years desperate to hold Dean’s attention. Right when he felt they might be getting somewhere, Dean was called away on an emergency. Of course he had to go and lament about his troubles to a random tree, thanks to a distracting plaque inviting the public to participate in a new town project. To his surprise, he seems to hit it off— completely anonymously of course— with Western Red Cedar #2409.

American Rebels | @valandrawrites

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 78,973 Main Tags/Warnings: Professor Dean Winchester, Graduate Student Castiel, Goth Castiel, Tattooed Castiel, Pierced Castiel, 2 person love triangle, Identity Reveal, Idiots in Love, Anonymous Sex, Bathroom Sex, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Castiel and Jimmy Novak are Twins, Dean Winchester Has a Sexuality Crisis, Eventual Happy Ending, Dean/Cas Switch Bang 2022 Summary: Graduate student Castiel Novak shows up excited for his American Lit course titled *American Rebels* taught by the Dean himself! But the man who arrives is none other than Cas’ anonymous bathroom hookup from the summer. Professor Winchester cannot figure out why the hot, weird, tattooed, and pierced guy who fucked him within an inch of his life in the Roadhouse bathroom is in his favorite class. And why does he insist on using his full name every time he addresses him? Maybe Charlie can help… **This is based on a real story involving me and a Professor named Dean Flowers. He was not, as I later learned, actually the Dean. For the record, I did not have sex with Dean Flowers.

kept on climbing til our stars collided | @whaddyameanno

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 84,801 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Two Person Love Triangle, Alcohol usage, Recreational Drug Usage, mentions of medical procedures, Anesthesia mention, Panic Attacks Summary: Dean is a Youtuber. Castiel is a college student who gets introduced to his channel. Both Dean and Castiel also have unknowingly been talking to each other on their secret stan accounts for Dr. Sexy.

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

Work your magic

by corrodedbisexual (mishabawlins)

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Neighbors, Porn With Plot, Slut Eddie Munson, Gay Eddie Munson, Confident Eddie Munson, Experienced Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Confident Bisexual Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Roommates, Eddie Munson Calls Steve Harrington Pet Names, Flirting, Service Top Eddie Munson, Blow Jobs, Public Blow Jobs, Cock Tease, Cock Worship, Oral Sex, Hook-Up, Minor Eddie Munson/Original Character(s), Minor Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler, POV Steve Harrington, Smut, Humor, Fluff and Smut, Sexual Humor, Smoking, Horny Steve Harrington, (i love that this tag exists), Strangers to Lovers, Meet-Horny, Crush at First Sight, Soft Dom Eddie Munson, Sub Steve Harrington, Praise Kink, Sex Toys, Gentle Sex, Boys Kissing, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Spit Kink, Cock Rings, Vibrators, Explicit Consent, Enthusiastic Consent, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson is Whipped, POV Eddie Munson, Getting Together, Fluff, Banter, Teasing, Orgasm Control, Coming Untouched, Light Dom/sub, Kink Negotiation, Kink Discovery Words: 14,551 Chapters: 2/2

Summary

“Here we go again,” Robin states matter-of-factly, turning her head to glance at the wall they share with their neighbor’s apartment. A very much non-soundproof wall. It keeps happening, like clockwork, every Saturday night, sometime between 10pm and midnight. It’s a different voice every time. They only have two things in common: one, they are always guys, and two… they are loud. “Okay, there’s just no way this guy’s that good,” Steve comments with a wince. (Narrator voice) This guy is, in fact, that good.

[steddieunderdogfics]

Recommendation for Challenge Monday: Fics from Fandom Challenges. I highly recommend "Pas de Deux" by Malikat22, written for the ST Reverse Big Bang

Pas de Deux by Malikata22

@malikat24601

Rating: Explicit

90,341 words, 11/11 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: steddie, Not Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternating Timelines, Ballet Boys, Center Stage AU-ish, Not Exactly Center Stage But Vibes, Center Stage Meets Billy Elliot Meets Stranger Things, Dancing To Wrestling To In Love Pipeline, Hurt/Comfort, Injury, Eddie's Good At Dancing But Bad At Feelings, Idiots To Lovers To Idiots To Lovers Again, Miscommunication, Getting Together, Slow Burn, Dat Angst, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Virgin Eddie Munson, Bottom Eddie Munson, Top Steve Harrington, Demisexual Eddie Munson, Steve My Body Is A Temple Elite Athlete Harrington, Eddie Goblin Mode Trash Diet But Also Elite Athlete Munson, Platonic Stobin, platonic hellcheer, background buckingham, Dry Humping My Beloved, Masturbation, Coming In Pants, Incredibly Angsty Seven Minutes In Heaven, Blow Jobs, I Think Who Even Knows Anymore, Bit O Spit Kink As A Treat, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Rimming, thigh fucking, Boys En Pointe, I Disrespected The Barre, Gratuitous Use Of Eye Contact In The Studio Mirrors, Oh They Flexible, Jenn Write A Fic Without A Meat Loaf Song In It Challenge, Author Is Not A Ballet Dancer But I Play One On TV

Summary:

Pas de deux, /ˌpä də ˈdə/ noun: In ballet, a pas de deux is a dance duet in which two dancers perform ballet steps together. *** Eddie "the Freak" Munson and "King" Steve Harrington were irrevocably bound by dance, shared family and a genuine, unexpected, happy accident of a friendship for which Eddie was grateful every single day. Even if Eddie was also desperately, laughably, head over heels in love with him. A Steddie Ballet AU

Thanks for the rec!

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[malikat24601]

Title: Pas de Deux

Written by: Malikat22, Art by: @glitterfang

Beta Read by: Jenneviel and Revenge_Unicorn

Art Link and Credit: Art!

Fic Link: Fic!

Chapters: 11 / 11, Word Count: 90,301

Archive Warnings: None

Rating: E

Summary: Pas de deux, /ˌpä də ˈdə/ noun: In ballet, a pas de deux is a dance duet in which two dancers perform ballet steps together. *** Eddie "the Freak" Munson and "King" Steve Harrington were irrevocably bound by dance, shared family and a genuine, unexpected, happy accident of a friendship for which Eddie was grateful every single day. Even if Eddie was also desperately, laughably, head over heels in love with him. *** A Steddie Ballet AU

Pairing: Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Wayne Munson, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Argyle, Maxine Mayfield, Background Nancy Wheeler, Background Jonathan Byers, Background Corroded Coffin, Background The Party, Background Dmitri Antinov, Background Alexei, Background Eddie Munson's Parents, Original Characters, Jonathan Reeves (Center Stage), Juliette Simone (Center Stage)

Tags: Steddie, Non Canon Compliant, AU - No Upside Down, Alternating Timelines, Ballet Boys, Center Stage AU, Not Exactly Center Stage But Vibes, Center Stage Meets Billy Elliott Meets Stranger Things, Dancing To Wrestling To In Love Pipeline, Hurt/Comfort, Injury, Eddie's Good At Dancing But Bad At Feelings, Idiots To Lovers To Idiots To Lovers Again, Miscommunication Getting Together, Slow Burn, Dat Angst, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Virgin Eddie Munson, Bottom Eddie Munson, Top Steve Harrington, Demisexual Eddie Munson, Steve My Body Is A Temple Elite Athlete Harrington, Eddie Goblin Mode Trash Diet But Also Elite Athlete Munson, Platonic Stobin, Platonic Hellcheer, Background Buckingham, Dry Humping, Masturbation, Coming In Pants, Incredibly Angsty Seven Minutes In Heaven, Blow Jobs, Who Even Knows Anymore, Bit O Spit Kink As A Treat, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Rimming, Thigh Fucking, Boys En Pointe, I Disrespected The Barre, Gratuitous Use of Eye Contact In the Studio Mirrors, Oh They Flexible, Jenn Write A Fic Without A Meat Loaf Song In It Challenge, Author Is Not A Ballet Dancer But I Play One On TV

[struttingstag]

Promiscuous Boy

Creator: @samynnad102687 Prompt #: Self Prompt  Ship(s): Jegulus, Minor relationships: Dorlene, Rosekiller Rating: Explicit  Wordcount: 11k + (ongoing) Warnings: None

Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, POV James Potter, Barty Crouch Jr. & James Potter Friendship, Marlene McKinnon & James Potter Friendship, James & Barty & Marlene are best friends, James Potter Has ADHD, James Potter is a slut, Flirty James Potter, Minor Pandora Lovegood/Lily Evans Potter, Minor Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, James Potter is a Little Shit, Slow Burn, Meet-Cute, Strangers to Lovers, James Potter Wears Crop Tops, Regulus Black & Sirius Black are Twins, Pandora Lovegood and Evan Rosier are Twins, Regulus Black is a Little Shit, Angst and Fluff and Smut, french black brothers, Transfer Students Regulus and Sirius, Regulus Black & Sirius Black Have a Good Relationship, Regulus Black & Pandora Lovegood Friendship, Coffee Shops, Pansexual James Potter, Polyamorous James Potter, Lesbian Marlene McKinnon, Gay Barty Crouch Jr., Gay Regulus Black, Gay Remus Lupin, Pansexual Pandora Lovegood, Bisexual Sirius Black, Bisexual Lily Evans Potter, Cupiosexual Evan Rosier, Explicit Sexual Content, Friends with Benefits James Potter/Barty Crouch Jr., Minor James Potter/Evan Rosier, Minor Remus Lupin/James Potter, Minor James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Minor James Potter/Original Characters, Minor James Potter/Gideon Prewett/Fabian Prewett, Minor James Potter/Peter Pettigrew, James likes to sleep around, Threesome - M/M/M, Minor James Potter/Barty Crouch Jr./Evan Rosier, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Light Bondage, Light Dom/sub, Praise Kink

Summary: James got dumped in secondary school by his boyfriend of two years. They claimed that he wasn't faithful and kept flirting with everybody he met. James was pissed since he had never strayed. If they wanted to say that James was sleeping around, he figured he might as well make it true. James gained a reputation after that, one that he had no intention of challenging until he met somebody who gave him a reason to.

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/StruttingSlutFest2024/works/57518020

The Strutting Slut Fest is a prompt-based fest run by The Strutting Stag pairing James Potter with at least two characters.

[serenelystrange]

Summary:

“I am literally popping corn,” Buck says, “What more do you…” he trails off as he finally looks up and sees the man by the entrance that Taylor was eyeing. “Holy shit.” In which Buck crushes on the hot firefighter dad that comes in for the $5 movie nights, and then they fall in love about it.

Explicit

Words: 4,811

Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting. Falling In Love, Getting Together, Fluff, Humor, Laughter During Sex, Feel-good, First Kiss, First Time, Gay Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Bisexual Evan "Buck" Buckley

At AO3 or under the cut!

“Eyes to the front, Buckley,” Taylor says, kicking Buck’s shin with one of her clunky Tredsafe shoes. “It’s DILF O’Clock.”

“Don’t objectify the patrons,” Buck says without looking up from where he’s manning the popcorn machine.

“What else am I supposed to do on $5 Friday?” Taylor asks, sighing. “It’s bad enough we’re wasting the weekends of our mid-20s working at a crappy movie theater. Am I not allowed to appreciate art when it presents itself?”

“Maybe do your job,” Buck sasses back.

“My job is the register,” Taylor says, “and until the hot dad actually makes it over here, I have nothing to do. How about you do your job?”

“I am literally popping corn,” Buck says, “What more do you…” he trails off as he finally looks up and sees the man by the entrance that Taylor was eyeing. “Holy shit.”

Taylor cackles in delight at his dumbfounded face.

“I tried to tell you,” she sing-songs, giving him a devious grin as the man and a young boy with arm-brace crutches make their way to the counter.

“Welcome to $5 Flashback Fridays,” she greets them with a sweet smile. “Two for Toy Story?”

“Yes, please,” the boy answers, looking up at her from where the counter nearly reaches his chin. He gives her a toothy grin and Taylor coos.

“Aren’t you adorable?” she says, before looking up at his handsome father. “You must get that from your daddy.”

Behind her, Buck silently gasps at her boldness and hopes she hasn’t managed to piss off a customer enough that they’ll have to deal with their asshole 19 year old manager. Again.

The dad just huffs a laugh and shrugs, before turning his attention back to his kid.

“Popcorn, bud?”

“Yes!” the kid says excitedly. “Can I get an Icee, too?”

“Next time,” the dad says quietly, “this stuff gets more expensive every time we come, I swear.”

“A large popcorn and two waters, please,” he says to Taylor, who rings him up with her bored customer service smile now that he hasn’t responded to her obvious flirting.

“You got it,” she says, “you can insert your card now, and Buck will get your snacks at the next counter. Enjoy your film.”

“Thanks,” the dad says, before shuffling his son over to wait as instructed, making way for the people that have lined up behind him.

“It’ll be just a minute,” Buck says, managing to look directly at the attractive man for a whole three seconds before he has to look away.

“Take your time, man,” the guy says, giving him a friendly smile. “We’re early.”

“I like the previews,” the kid says to Buck. “And the dancing candy!”

“Me too!” Buck says, grinning down at the boy. “My sister and I used to give all the previews thumbs up or down. Two thumbs if it looked really good or really bad.”

“Like on Twitter?” the boy asks, curiously, and his dad laughs.

“I think he means just literally a thumbs up or down, Chris,” he says, demonstrating the gesture with his hand.

“This was before Twitter,” Buck confirms, sharing a quick amused glance with the dad.

“You’re older than Twitter?” Chris asks, eyes wide. “Dad, are you older than Twitter, too?”

His dad laughs again and nods.

“Mijo, I’m older than Google.”

“Whoa,” Chris says, sounding awed.

“Here you go,” Buck interrupts gently, “now that I feel about a thousand years old. One large popcorn and two waters. Absolutely nothing else, of course.”

He hands the bucket and then the drink tray to the dad, where two bottles of water sit diagonally from one blue and one red Icee, a wad of napkins between them all keeping them steady.

“I didn’t…” the dad starts, but Buck just gives him an impish grin before tapping his fingers against his lips in a hushing motion.

“Enjoy the movie, guys.”

The dad gives him a conflicted look, but under Buck’s unwavering smile, he caves, nodding gratefully.

“Come onnn, dad,” Chris says, heading off toward the ticket-taker.

“Thanks,” he says quickly, giving Buck one last glance before hurrying off after his son.

Buck gives the next customers exactly what they order and nothing else, blatantly ignoring the amused smirk on Taylor’s face.

When Toy Story lets out, Buck tries his best to pretend like he isn’t looking for the hot dad as the patrons stream out, rubbing a damp cloth over the same section of the glass counter repeatedly. His plans are dashed when Hot Dad appears at the counter, Chris conked in his arms, head nestled on one shoulder.

“He made it right until the credits,” the dad says, laughing. “But this is pushing his bedtime.”

“We tried to tell them that kids movies should be earlier,” Buck says, shrugging helplessly, “but they don’t listen. At least it’s cheap I guess.”

“True,” the dad says. “Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you again. Now that the scary redhead isn’t watching. The Icee made Chris’ night.”

“Just Chris’?” Buck can’t help but tease, noting the sugary red tint of the guy’s tongue and lips.

“Didn’t want it to go to waste,” he says, “and this one’s mom is already gonna kick my ass for giving him so much sugar. I couldn’t give him two.”

Buck grins back, but deflates slightly. Of course this beautiful man has a probably equally beautiful wife or girlfriend waiting for them at home.

“Don’t mention it,” he says easily. “Everyone deserves a treat once in a while.”

“Still,” the guy says, “Thanks. Have a good night,” he squints at Buck’s name tag, “Buck?”

“It’s a nickname,” Buck says, nodding. “There’s a lot of Evan’s in Los Angeles, it turns out.”

“Lots of Eddie’s, too,” the guy laughs, gesturing to himself. “Even more Diaz’s though, so I guess I’m stuck either way.

“It’s a good name,” Buck says dumbly, cringing at his own awkwardness. “Have a good night too, Eddie.”

“See you,” Eddie says, hitching Chris more comfortably in his arms before heading off, leaving Buck watching after him with a wistful sigh.

The next time Buck sees Chris, he’s coming in for a $5 showing of The Princess Bride, this time accompanied by a beautiful brunette woman with striking blue eyes. The counter is thankfully when they approach, buying their tickets and snacks from one of the new cashiers before waiting in his section.

“So, I hear you’re the one who hopped up my seven-year-old on processed sugar,” the woman says, giving Buck a stern look.

“I,” Buck says, freezing, “umm. I mean…he asked nicely?”

She holds the stern gaze for another few seconds before breaking out into laughter and waving her hand at him.

“I’m just messing with you,” she says. “That was really sweet of you, thank you. His dad hates disappointing him.”

“No worries,” Buck says, unable to not return her infectious smile. “I hope you guys enjoy the movie.”

“Bye, Buck!” Chris waves as they head off, and Buck waves back, wondering if Chris had simply read his name tag, or if Eddie had told him his name.

They show Hocus Pocus every Friday in October, but it’s not until the third week that Eddie and Chris show up.

“This one’s kinda scary for some kids,” Buck warns Eddie in a quiet voice while Chris is perusing the candy options. “Have you seen it?”

“Not since the 90s,” Eddie says, frowning. “You think he’ll be too freaked out?”

“Every kid is different,” Buck says, “you’d know better than me. Just be prepared to have to explain what a virgin is.”

“They are weirdly focused on a bunch of teenagers virginities,” Eddie laughs, “that much I do remember.”

“Sarah Jessica Parker gave me nightmares when I was a kid,” Buck confesses, and Eddie gives him a bemused look.

“The pretty blonde one?”

“She creepily lusts after and lures children to their deaths!” Buck whisper-yells. “Her cleavage could only offset that so much.”

Eddie gives a startled laugh at that, eyes tearing up as he tries to compose himself.

“I’ll protect from any wayward vixens,” he promises. “But thank you for the warning, really.”

“No problem,” Buck says, giving him a surely dopey smile. He looks down at Chris before covertly handing him a box of M&Ms. “Enjoy the movie, buddy.”

“Thanks, Buck!” Chris says, reaching up and tugging on Eddie’s elbow to get moving.

“We aren’t worth getting fired over, Buck,” Eddie says, giving him a serious look. “You don’t even know us.”

“I won’t get fired,” Buck says, “don’t worry.”

He doesn’t tell him that he’s been paying out of his own pocket for the various treats he’s been sneaking them, he enjoys the simple joy on Chris’ face.

“In that case,” Eddie says, “maybe I’ll show up one week without Chris. We’ll see who your favorite really is.”

“Chris is absolutely my favorite,” Buck says, laughing. “Now go watch your movie before your child murders you.”

Eddie goes, and Buck has to take a five minute break to cool down the flush in his face from the thought of Eddie showing up alone.

“Chicken Run?” Eddie asks in November. He’s pushing Chris in a wheelchair this time, and Buck gives them a concerned look.

“I guess there aren’t many family-friendly Thanksgiving movies,” Buck says, shrugging, “they’re birds, at least?”

“I guess,” Eddie laughs, ruffling Chris’ hair as he takes in Buck’s expression. “He’s ok,” he explains, “Chris has cerebral palsy, and sometimes his PT really takes it out of him. He’s not newly injured or anything.”

“Oh, good,” Buck says, with relief. “I mean, not good. Not that it’s bad… you know what I mean.”

“I do,” Eddie says, “don’t worry.”

“I’m just tired,” Chris pipes up, looking up at Buck with sad wide blue eyes under his red-framed glasses. “And a little cold.”

“Where’s your hoodie?” Eddie asks, frowning as he checks the pouch of the wheelchair.

“On the couch, I think,” Chris says, looking down. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, baby, it’s fine,” Eddie reassures him. “I just don’t want you to be cold, but I think all the car blankets are in the hamper to be washed.” He looks up at Buck. “Do you guys happen to sell hot chocolate or something?”

Buck shakes his head regretfully.

“No warm drinks,” he says, before pausing. “But uh, Chris can borrow my hoodie for the movie if he wants?” he gestures to where it’s draped over one of the stools tucked up against the inside of the counter. “I’m not using it right now. If that’s not weird.”

“Yes, please,” Chris says, not waiting for Eddie to answer. Buck waits anyway, until Eddie shrugs.

“If you don’t mind,” he says, “he will probably get sticky fingers all over it, just so you know.”

“It’s ok,” Buck laughs, “I have a washing machine.”

“Fancy,” Eddie teases, and Buck can’t help but flush.

He checks to make sure the pockets are empty before handing the hoodie over to Chris, who drapes it over himself like a blanket and sighs happily.

“You’re kind of a giant,” he says, grinning up at Buck. “It’s awesome.”

“Thanks, kid,” Buck says, pleased. “Enjoy your movie.”

When they drop the hoodie off after the movie, Eddie’s hand brushes his just slightly as he passes it over the counter, and Buck jumps as a spark of static electricity zaps them.

“Damn rugs,” he says sheepishly, holding the hoodie to his chest as if it will protect him.

“Thanks again,” Eddie says, giving him a small smile before ruffling Chris’ hair. “Say bye to Buck, Mijo.”

“Bye, Buck,” Chris dutifully responds, his attention still firmly on whatever he’s pulled up on Eddie’s phone.

Eddie just rolls his eyes fondly and gives Buck a little wave as he wheels Chris away.

Of course it’s the first Friday he and Taylor are working together in months that Eddie decides to show up alone.

“Hey, Buck,” he greets as he reaches the counter, giving him a soft smile before schooling his face as he turns to Taylor. “One for Kill Bill, please. And a beer, whatever’s cheapest.”

“No family tonight?” Taylor asks, the picture of innocence that he doesn’t believe for a moment.

“Chris and his mom are visiting her family,” Eddie says, speaking to Taylor but glancing over at Buck.

“You didn’t go with your wife?” Taylor asks, frowning slightly, ignoring Buck’s whispered Tay! of admonishment.

“Ex-wife,” Eddie says haltingly. “They definitely don’t want me there.”

“Ahh,” Taylor says, back to smiling at him sweetly. “That’s good to know. Right, Buck?”

“You’re a goddamn menace,” Buck says, just loudly enough that only she and Eddie can hear him.

“Relax,” Taylor says, rolling her eyes and looking between the two men. “I know your favorite customer isn’t interested in me. But someone had to ask about the whole wife thing, and it clearly wasn’t going to be you.”

“Chris is his favorite,” Eddie says, just as Buck is saying the same thing, and they share an amused laugh.

“Oh my god, you’re both so dumb,” Taylor says, taking a deep breath. “I’m taking my 15, Buckley. You can deal with the family of ten that just pulled up.”

Taylor walks off, leaving them alone with just a few moments before the other customers come in.

“I can have two favorites,” Buck says, handing Eddie his beer, and the bag of popcorn he definitely hadn’t ordered.

Eddie looks up at him as he takes the food, wide brown eyes set in a soft gaze, but can’t seem to find the words he wants to say. Instead, he just nods a thank you and all but flees, leaving Buck to wonder if maybe his crush isn’t so one-sided after all.

It’s a couple of weeks before Christmas the next time Buck sees him, and while Chris isn’t there, Eddie isn’t alone. Instead, he’s with a short but handsome Asian man and a gorgeous black bald woman. They eye him curiously as they clock his obvious staring, and Buck looks away with embarrassment.

“Hey,” Eddie says as they get to the counter. “You’re not usually on the register.”

“There’s some sort of stomach bug going around,” Buck says. “I’m the last concession man standing. So please have patience when I take twice as long to do anything.”

“No worries,” Eddie says softly, just as his friends join them.

“Friend of yours?” the man asks genially. The woman just watches them with curiosity.

“Buck,” Eddies says, gesturing to his friends. “This is Chim, and Hen. Friends from work.”

“Nice to meet you,” Buck says, exchanging friendly smiles before turning his attention back to Eddie. “I do miss Chris though. You should bring him next weekend, we’re doing all the Santa Clause movies.”

“I will,” he promises. “But I didn’t think Backdraft was the best choice for a kid who already thinks his dad is gonna get blown up at work half the time.”

“Statistically unlikely,” Hen says, patting Eddie on the shoulder.

“Yeah,” Chim agrees. “You’re way more likely to die of smoke inhalation or head trauma.”

Buck stares at them all with wide eyes before putting two and two together.

“Oh,” he says, “you’re firefighters!”

“Did I not mention that?” Eddie asks, seeming genuinely confused. “I swear I did.”

“Guess it didn’t come up,” Buck says, looking at Eddie’s toned form with fresh eyes. “But yeah, that makes a lot of sense.”

“You should talk,” Eddie says, blushing red and looking pointedly at Buck’s well-muscled arms.

“My god, Shannon wasn’t kidding,” Hen says with delight. “Come on Chim, let’s go get seats and let these two flirt in peace.”

They take off, leaving Buck and Eddie in the awkward atmosphere they created.

“I, uh,” Buck says, rubbing a hand behind his neck. “I wasn’t trying to flirt with the firefighter comment, sorry.”

“I think I was though?” Eddie says, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. “I thought I was straight until a year ago, this is all still so damn difficult.”

“Oh,” Buck says, giving him a pleased grin. “In that case, I was definitely flirting. Feel free to continue figuring it all out in my general direction.”

“Ok,” Eddie laughs. “Maybe we can get a drink or something after Christmas? I’ll be working crazy shifts until then.”

“Absolutely,” Buck says, grabbing a piece of receipt paper and scribbling his number on it hurriedly. “Text me whenever.”

“Whenever?” Eddie teases.

“I refuse to be ashamed at how eager this makes me,” Buck says with an unrepentant grin. “Have you seen you?”

“Not if I can help it,” Eddie says glibly, “but I could look at you a little longer when you have the time.”

“I’ll see you next Friday,” Buck promises. “I’ll make sure to save Chris one of the reindeer popcorn buckets.”

Eddie gives him a devastatingly fond look before reaching over the counter and grabbing Buck’s wrist and squeezing it briefly before pulling away.

“Been thinking about those hands,” he confesses quietly.

He takes off before Buck can do more than gape in lustful silence, and he slowly slides to the floor to have a moment, not even the filthy carpet enough to distract him from the red-hot band on his wrist where Eddie’s hand had been.

Eddie doesn’t text, but true to his word, he shows up with Chris the following weekend to see the Santa Clause.

“Buck!” Chris calls, on his crutches this time, “I missed you!”

“Aw, bud,” Buck grins, “I missed you, too!”

Eddie pays for their tickets and snacks with a bored looking teenager who barely looks up from his phone, and them moves over to Buck’s counter to wait.

“Ok,” Buck says in a whisper to them. “You guys definitely can’t say anything about this one, ok? Because if they find the Keurig I snuck under the counter, they might actually fire me.”

“What did you do?” Eddie asks, laughing.

“Nothing you can prove,” Buck says, looking around furtively before handing them each a large covered to-go coffee cup.

Eddie takes them, pulling it up to his nose to sniff curiously.

“Hot chocolate?” he asks. “I thought you said you don’t sell hot drinks.”

“Yeah well,” Buck says, giving him a sappy smile. “It’s Christmas. You need cocoa at Christmas. And I’m sharing, not selling.”

“A loophole!” Chris says, grinning. “Nice.”

“Who taught you about loopholes?” Eddie asks, groaning.

“Tia Pepa,” Chris says, shrugging. “She taught me how to play poker, too.”

“Of course she did,” Eddie sighs.

“She sounds awesome,” Buck says, grinning.

“She is,” Eddie and Chris answer simultaneously.

“Go watch your movie,” Buck says, laughing softly, “adorable.”

“Merry Christmas, Buck,” Eddie says, “In case we don’t get to say it on the way out.”

“Merry Christmas,” Buck says, watching as Chris gets a few feet away before he speaks again. “I really want to kiss you right now,” he says, voice soft but deep.

Eddie ducks his head, and oh, Buck just knows he’s going to be addicted to making that sweet blush spread over his face.

“Soon,” he promises.

Buck can’t wait.

“Are you sure you don’t mind just hanging out here?” Eddie asks as he steps back and lets Buck into the house. “Chris is with his mom this weekend.”

“I’m just excited to see you outside of the theater” Buck says easily, “I don’t care where we hang out. And you’re exhausted from your shift, a bar would make that worse.”

“Thanks,” Eddie says gratefully. “I just didn’t want you to think I was trying to run back into the closet or anything.”

“I’m not worried,” Buck says, fidgeting as Eddie leads them to living-room where there are beers waiting on the coffee table.

“Then why are you so wiggly?” Eddie teases gently.

“Can I be honest?” Buck asks, stepping closer until Eddie’s calves are touching the front of the couch.

Eddie nods.

“Been thinking about getting my hands on you since Christmas,” Buck says, “it’s driving me a little bit crazy.”

“Oh,” Eddie says, swallowing loudly and looking up the short distance between them to meet Buck’s gaze. “Ok, then,” he says. “Touch me.”

Buck is on him in the next moment, tumbling them to the couch and sprawling over Eddie’s lap with zero hesitation, splaying one big hand across his clothed chest and tucking the other one around the back of Eddie’s head and leaning him up into a sweet kiss.

Eddie kisses back indulgently, letting Buck lead them and letting his brain turn to blissful goo as he does. He runs his hands under and up the back of Buck’s henley, tracing the strong muscles and wide shoulders under his fingers before running his nails lightly down Buck’s back, smirking against his mouth when Buck jerks against him and moans.

“Is it too soon to ask you to fuck me?” Eddie asks when Buck’s pulled away to breathe.

“Fucking hell,” Buck says, taking a deep breath. “I’ll do whatever you want, Eds, as long as you’re sure.”

“No real idea what I’m doing,” Eddie admits, “but I want you to show me, if you’re into it.”

“Show me your bedroom, then,” Buck says, sliding off Eddie’s lap and standing up, holding out a hand to him.

Eddie spares a moment to really take in the vision before him. Buck, flushed and flustered, and more than a little hard in his sinfully tight jeans, just waiting for him to take his hand.

Eddie does.

Time blurs as they lose their clothes and kiss some more, Eddie pinned deliciously under Buck as they lazily rut together.

“I’m not freaking out,” Eddie says with wonder, tugging at Buck’s curls to pull his head up from where he’s trying to bruise his entire neck with love-bites.

“Do you want to be freaking out?” Buck asks, amused. “I know I freaked out the first time another guy’s dick touched me. You can freak out if you want to.”

“Just thought I would,” Eddie says, “and I am nervous, but it’s a good kind of nervous I think.”

“I’ll make it good for you,” Buck promises. “Or we can do it the other way around this time, whatever you want.”

“I want you to fuck me,” Eddie repeats. “I’ve been dreaming about it for months.”

“You can’t build up my ego like that,” Buck laughs, “I’ll be insufferable.”

“Somehow,” Eddie says, reaching between them and circling Buck with a firm fist, his fingers just barely touching around, “I think your ego will be just fine either way.”

“Oh god,” Buck says, dropping his head down onto Eddie’s shoulder and fucking up into his hand. “You can’t keep touching me if you want me to be able to fuck you.”

“No stamina, Buckley?” Eddie teases, squeezing down on the base of Buck’s cock to relieve some of the pressure.

“You aren’t the only one who’s been dreaming of this,” Buck says, breathing heavily against Eddie’s throat.

“Condoms and lube are in the drawer,” Eddie says, “but you’re gonna have to let me move if we wanna grab them.”

“Mmm,” Buck agrees, “that’s a great plan. Love that plan.”

He pulls up onto his knees, dick long and heavy against his thigh, and Eddie thinks briefly that maybe he shouldn’t want all of that inside him, but his own dick very strongly disagrees.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Buck says, tracing his fingers lightly against Eddie’s erection, before pushing his thighs apart and dipping lower. “Fuck, can I eat you out first?”

“Might need to work up to that,” Eddie says apologetically. “It kind of freaks me out still.”

“Ok,” Buck says, easily. “Another day, if you want. Now, where’s that lube again?”

Having Buck’s fingers inside him doesn’t feel as weird as Eddie expected, and he tells Buck as much, laughing when Buck does and letting himself be drawn into a few long kisses.

“You really just have to relax,” Buck says, “lots of lube and let your body do the work. You’re doing great.”

“I don’t need a pep talk,” Eddie huffs, “I need you to… oh fuck. Yeah, do that again, whatever that was.”

“You’ve never hit your prostate before?” Buck asks. “Not even with toys?”

“Could never get the angle right,” Eddie says, gasping and clenching around Buck’s thick fingers as he rubs slowly but relentlessly. “You need to get in me before it’s too late, baby, please.”

“Baby?” Buck asks, satisfied smirk firmly in place.

“Baby,” Eddie whimpers, “sweetheart, darlin’, whatever you want to be called, as long as you get the fuck in me already.”

“I like Baby,” Buck says thoughtfully, before pausing to open and roll on a condom with the hand not currently inside Eddie.

Eddie would appreciate the multi-tasking prowess were he not losing his entire goddamn mind at the moment.

“Breathe normally,” Buck instructs, pulling his fingers out of Eddie and wiping them on the sheet to be dealt with later, before lining up the head of his cock in their place. “Bear down if you can.”

“This sounds like an instruction manual,” Eddie laughs, gasping as Buck pushes just past his rim. “It probably shouldn’t be so hot to me.”

“I can switch to porn dirty talk if you want,” Buck says dryly. He pushes in a few inches and has to take a moment to catch his breath. “Now I can’t say anything about how fucking tight you feel around me without it sounding like a line.”

“Sure you can,” Eddie says, digging his nails into Buck’s shoulders where he holds on. “Make me laugh, baby, before I do start to freak out.”

“Alright,” Buck says in an exaggerated drawl, “you’re so hot and tight around me, kitten. It feels so fucking good.”

“Kitten??” Eddie says, full out laughing as Buck slides the rest of the way in, locking his legs around Buck’s waist in a way that will definitely have him sore in the morning.

“You said make you laugh!” Buck says, moving shallowly as Eddie gets used to the feeling.

“Fuck,” Eddie moans, “you’re so big, how is all of that inside me right now?”

“Because you’re perfect,” Buck says dreamily as Eddie starts rocking up to meet his thrusts. “Goddamn fucking perfect, Eds.”

“Is it always this overwhelming?” Eddie asks quietly as they start to rock in earnest. “My skin feels like it’s electrified.”

Buck shakes his head and slows enough to kiss Eddie deeply until he’s relaxed again.

“You’ll adjust,” he promises. “It’ll be so good.”

“It is good,” Eddie says, “I just also feel like maybe my heart might burst out of my chest before I get to come.”

“Good thing I know CPR,” Buck laughs. “I’ll put it back.”

“That’s not how any of this works,” Eddie says breathlessly, reaching down between them to get a hand around himself. “Fuck me harder, I wanna feel it every time I sit down tomorrow.”

“Jesus Christ,” Buck says, rhythm stuttering. “You’re gonna kill me. Who will save you if you kill me?”

Eddie doesn’t answer, too lost in sensation to register the question, eyes closed and head thrown back in pleasure, stripping himself roughly as Buck pounds into him with determination. Buck takes the opportunity to lean down and sink his teeth into the skin of Eddie’s outstretched throat, stopping just short of actually drawing blood. It’s enough to set Eddie off and he clamps down around Buck until it’s almost painful as he comes all over his own hand with a whimper. Buck grins and replaces Eddie’s fallen hand with his own, jerking the last of his orgasm from him just meanly enough that Eddie almost comes again from the pleasure-pain of it all.

Buck slows his thrusts to let Eddie adjust but he just shakes his head and squeezes his legs tighter around Buck.

“I like it,” he says, “keep going, it hurts so good, I swear.”

“We’re going to have so much fun,” Buck says, grinning as he starts to move again, Eddie welcoming every thrust with a broken little moan. “I’m never going to be able to work on Fridays again without a boner though, that’s going to be an issue.”

Eddie’s resulting laughter finally sends Buck over the edge and he all but collapses as he comes, filling the condom and pulsing weakly as Eddie squeezes around him.

“A+,” Eddie laughs as he catches his breath, once Buck has gotten rid of the condom and wrapped himself around Eddie like the cuddly octopus he is. “10 out of 10, would do again.”

“Maybe next time we’ll actually get a date in first,” Buck teases.

“You know,” Eddie drawls. “I know this great place that has $5 movie Fridays. Perfect place, really.”

“Imagine that,” Buck says, pressing a kiss onto Eddie’s chest. “It’s a date.”

The end.

[theearlgreymage]

“Relax, my darling,” Erwin’s voice travels up his body in prickling waves. “Let me take care of you.” Erwin does take care of him. He’s given him more than he ever could have wanted in the years they’ve known each other. Erwin makes him feel loved. The voices are silent when Erwin leaves after a light breakfast. They know what they’ve done, Levi can feel their malicious grins plastered up the length of his spine. Deep rooted sentiment and fervor have ensnarled themselves in the gaps between his ribs. Blooms of white Carnations, Wisteria, and Tulips have pierced his lungs and the thorns of roses have nested themselves in his heart. Sprouts of undying love have planted themselves so deeply within him, that he doesn’t even know where to begin in digging them out — can’t imagine plucking them free without removing a vital part of himself with them.

So, I may have gone off the deep end this time. Kind of wrote my first Dead-Dove fic. And it kind of possessed me for nearly two weeks while I wrote all 90 pages of it.

Anyways. It's a lot. The tags are a bit spoiler-y, but I do recommend looking at them before reading this.

I also recommend pouring yourself a glass (or bottle) of wine while you read this one.

Enjoy!!

Read it here on AO3

Additional information is below the cut ✂

Chapters: 3/3

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Relationships: Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman & Erwin Smith

Characters: Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith, Hange Zoe, Moblit Berner, Mike Zacharias, Nanaba (Shingeki no Kyojin), Keith Shadis, Eren Yeager, Kuchel Ackerman, Kenny Ackerman, Special Operations Squad | Levi Squad, Original Special Operations Squad | Original Squad Levi, New Special Operations Squad | New Squad Levi, Squad Hange (Shingeki no Kyojin), Petra Ral, Oluo Bozado, Eld Jinn, Gunther Schultz, Dot Pixis, Darius Zackly, Krisa Lenz | Historia Reiss

Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Ackerbond | Ackerman Bonding (Shingeki no Kyojin), Psychosis, Hallucinations, Loss of Bodily Autonomy, Loss of Virginity, Dubious Consent, Sexsomnia, Loss of Control, Forced Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Abortion, Major Character Injury, Character Death, Minor Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Trans Character, Trans Male Character, Gender Dysphoria, Forced Detransitioning, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Trans Levi Ackerman, Falling in Love, Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Oral Sex, Riding, Breeding, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Drunking sex, Kissing, Boys Kissing, First Kiss, Rough Sex, Gay, Bottom Levi Ackerman, Top Erwin Smith, Bottom Levi Ackerman/Top Erwin Smith, Unreliable Narrator, dark ackerbond, Fucked Up, Cock Warming, The Paths, Anxiety, Anxiety Attacks, Necrophilia, Rape/Non-con Elements, Gaslighting, No Beta We Die Like Pixis - Doing What We Loved to the Bitter End

Summary:

The gravity of the whole conversation strikes Levi then. It weighs him down with vulnerability and emotions he’s not equipped to handle. Erwin’s offering him something he’s never held before, something he doesn’t know that Erwin’s ever even offered before.

“Okay..” Levi settles back into sheets. He lets Erwin peel their clothes off, one article at a time, and then rolls onto his side. Erwin pulls him in for another kiss.

It’s easy, like this, for Levi to relax. The voices have retreated to a hushed corner in his mind, leaving him to bask in Erwin’s attention, uninterrupted. Erwin’s kisses are serene, with little flicks of his tongue and docile fingers tracing the slope of his spine. Tension seeps from Levi’s muscles, he feels unbound — malleable. Everything is saccharine, as though he’s been dipped in golden honey with the way Erwin devours him in the most tender way possible. He has to hold onto Erwin, twist his fingers in pale blonde locks and grip sun-kissed skin. If he could, he’d carve both of them open, pry both of them apart at the seams, just to stitch them back together with a curved needle and silken thread.

[ethereal-bumble-bee]

Another chapter of Admiring From Afar is out!

admiring from afar (7193 words) by etherealbumblebee Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken, Newsies - All Media Types, Newsies: The Broadway Musical! (2017) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: David Jacobs/Jack Kelly, Sarah Jacobs/Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, Spot Conlon/Racetrack Higgins, Spot Conlon & Jack Kelly Characters: Jack Kelly (Newsies), David Jacobs, Spot Conlon, Racetrack Higgins, Albert DaSilva (Newsies), Specs (Newsies), Buttons (Newsies), JoJo (Newsies), Romeo (Newsies), Crutchie (Newsies), Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, Sarah Jacobs (Newsies) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Modern Era, Falling In Love, Jewish David Jacobs, Bisexual Jack Kelly (Newsies), Gay David Jacobs, Trans Jack Kelly (Newsies), Oblivious David Jacobs, Good Parent Medda Larkson | Medda Larkin, Slow Burn, this will likely be nonsense but enjoy the silly boys, Underage Drinking, Anxious Jack Kelly Summary: Davey Jacobs is practically a perfect person: popular, star athlete, amazing grades, bright future- the golden child of Ridgeview High School. Jack has always been quieter, perfectly content to stay safely tucked into the background where he can’t get hurt. For forever, Jack’s been content with simply watching Davey from afar, admiring him like everyone else and remaining invisible- until a series of events that change everything, revealing secrets and bringing the two boys together.

[allzelemonz]

Reading: Micah Bell X Male Reader

Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader is referred to as ‘boy’ and the story portrays them as gay/mlm with mentions of legality in the time period Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: M/Near sexual encounter Warnings: Micah Bell is his own warning, I mean it this time, making out, mild grinding, teasing Summary: Mary-Beth lends you a book you can relate to, but Micah ends up getting his hands on it.

You aren’t one to stray from your usual duties around camp. There’s already enough of that from Uncle and a few others. Between everything around camp and the regular jobs from Dutch, you don’t have a lot of free time. Mary-Beth seems to have made this her problem, scouring for a book that might make you skip a fishing trip or stop cutting wood for a few minutes.

“Just give it a chance.” She begs, holding the book out.

You sigh, putting down the sack you’d hauled across camp. “What makes you think I know how to read?”

“I’ve seen you read.” She says. “And I think I finally found one you’ll like.”

Your breathing is heavy from the labor. “I don’t like that romance stuff, Miss Gaskill.”

“I know, I know.” She grins. “But I got this one from the fence in town. It’s about two men who fall in love out in the Wild West.”

You chuckle. “I don’t need some book to remind me what I’m missing out on, Miss.”

“It’s good to imagine things, Mister.” She shoves the book into your arms. “Give it a chance.”

She scurries off before you can give it back to her, leaving you standing with it. If Mary-Beth is telling the truth about the contents of the book then it’s as illegal as the regular crimes you commit. Except this one doesn’t make you money. You look down at it. The cover is plain, not even a title on the spine. It’s black and unassuming, completely innocent at a glance. You flip it open, looking over the pages. The occasional word fixes in your mind as you skim over them, confirming Mary-Beth’s summary and damning the book as contraband.

You return to your tent and set the book with your things. There’s an itch in your brain that you think the book might scratch. You resist it and go fishing instead. Pearson is grateful for the fish you bring back and takes them with a smile. In the late night you can’t resist the itch any longer. You sit down on your bedroll and open the book, reading by the lantern light.

It’s not a bad book, not that you’ve had much opportunity to read since joining the gang. It’s been a long time since you’ve read a book, let alone a good one. The story is slow and the main character is fine, the love interest seems like a nice guy. They’re both far too nice to be the gunslingers they’re painted as. They hardly shoot anyone, they don’t rob much, they’re just on the run with no explanation why. It could be because they’re homosexuals, that’s reason enough, but the author describes them as badass gunslingers with dark pasts and portrays none of it. You close the book for a minute, sighing at the annoying inability to believe what’s happening on the pages.

Your only alternative for the night is to sleep like everyone else and you just aren’t tired enough. So you open the book again and continue. Chapters lead up to the moment when they get together, hats falling off as they embrace as if they don’t have the sense to take them off beforehand. Then there’s a scene that makes your face turn red. The two cowboys, the scandal that would make the owner of this book serve time in jail. Your heart beats a bit faster when you open the book again. You’ve known how you feel, that this is the sort of reality you want, but you’ve never seen it portrayed. Your eyes scan over the words, half reading and half imagining.

“What ya readin’ there, cowpoke?”

You close the book in a hurry, unable to act inconspicuous due to the scare Micah brought on. You were so consumed in it that you didn’t hear his footsteps or anything. The action was a mistake. Micah has a broad, wicked smile on his face as he takes a step forward.

“Oh, it’s interestin’ then.” He chuckles. “It’s gotta be with a reaction like that.”

“None of your business, Micah.”

“Come on, cowpoke. I ain’t one to judge.”

“Yes you are.” You say, standing with the book in hand and a full intention to throw it into the lake.

Micah side-steps in front of you with a chuckle. “Ah, ah, ah.”

“Move, Micah.”

He tilts his head. “Ain’t ya ever heard a’ sharin’?”

Your face heats a little as he steps forward. The position he’s caught you in is more than compromising and proximity to a man you find attractive is not helping.

“I’m not doing this with you, Micah.”

You try to push past him, but he wrestles the book from your hands and takes a few steps away until he’s out of reach. He laughs at your frustration, flipping the book open. He’s opened it towards the end, around where that scene is and you wait for him to read over it. There’s not much you can do without causing a fuss for the whole camp to hear.

He chuckles. “My, my, cowpoke.”

“Shut up, Micah.”

“Mighty unrealistic if ya ask me.” He presses the book closed and lets it drop to the ground. “I’m sure you and I could do better.”

You knit your eyebrows in thought, confused for a moment before you realize what he means. He snickers as he walks back into your tent, a hand untying the closing flaps so they fall down and enclose the space. You make no move to stop him, so he takes off his hat and sets it on your small table.

You take a shaky breath. “If you’re gonna do this Micah, hurry up.”

He chuckles, taking steps towards you until he can grab at your gunbelt and pull you in for a kiss. His lips are rough and his facial hair scratches your face, sensations that make you press into him and put your hands into his somewhat greasy hair. He smirks against your lips and slowly moves his hands to undo your belt, guiding it to drop beside you when he gets it.

His leg bends to press against you and he chuckles at the feeling of your hard dick. “All hot and bothered, are we?”

When you lean in to reconnect your lips, he steps away. He has a wicked grin on his face as he reaches for his hat and places it on his head. You smile to cope with your own naivete, of course Micah pulls something like this.

“I’m gonna kill you, you asshole.”

“Ah, ah, cowpoke.” He sighs. “Just ain’t the right time.”

“Fuck you, Micah.”

He chuckles. “Oh, I know ya want to. Cowpoke.”

He backs out, leaving the tent. You take heavy and shaky breaths as you try to comprehend what exactly happened. You rush out and grab the book, meeting eyes briefly with Micah as he sits by the fire sharpening his knife. He smirks, returning his focus to the knife and shaking his head. You take the book back to your tent and throw it to the side where your gun belt rests. You can’t decide if you want to burn it or give it back to Mary-Beth just for the sake of politeness. Either way, the damn book is too much trouble.

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

I really do, believe in you...

Wordcount: 2,860

Thor x POC Singer!Reader “Honey” x Bucky. Thor x POC Singer!Reader “Honey” x Bucky x Steve.

Summary:

Let’s see if you believe in me. The Avengers Holiday party. You are both a guest and part of the musical entertainment. Will you end up on the naughty or nice list?

Warnings:

Smut, Teasing, Dom Steve Rogers, Christmas Party, Office Sex, Polyamory, Steve Rogers is a Tease, Possessive Behavior, Not Sharon Carter Friendly, Domestic Avengers, Petty Reader, Dancing and Singing, Protective Bucky Barnes, Thor is just enjoying his mead

Notes:

Just a fun little snapshot for the holiday season! This one is very Steve heavy, but that's just where these characters took me. Have no fear though, the next full installment is VERY Thor-centric and Bucky will have his own installment to shine as well. Happy Reading Heathens! *I will have a set list of the songs used at the end. As well as links to the songs throughout the story. Please give these artists a listen!

Banner by @cafekitsune Divider by @firefly-graphics

You spot them as they enter the main ballroom. Your three strapping men, color coordinated and cutting intimidating frames in their suit choices. Thank the goddess you had a good hold on the mic as you waited for your cue to join Sy in singing White Christmas, or you might have literally swooned in front of this mass of party goers.

You start your verse as you watch them make their way over to the bar where the team, plus one Sharon Carter, have gathered. Thankfully tonight’s event is Jane Foster free, so it should be a good night with you, Sy and the Chanti’s house band entertaining Tony’s rich friends and employees before enjoying some much needed time with your men.

You can't help but feel festive in your short red dress, studded red fishnets and nude pumps. You’ve kept your makeup simple with a nude lip and a smokey eye. Your hair down and in its natural state. Sy made a comment when picking you up that you looked like Santa’s little Siren. Seems appropriate if you do say so yourself.

Per usual you notice Sharon being a bit too chummy with your Captain. The woman just can’t help herself. You know all about the “kiss” when they were trying to save your beloved Bucky. But according to Steve the reason it never went further was because there was no spark when their lips touched. And he tried giving her a chance, chalking the lack of spark up to the stress of the situation, but she was way too into his status and power. So he ended things before it made it any further than a couple dates and a subpar makeout session.

What is it with these prude ass women that hang around these strong ass people? Sharon, like Jane, thinks your quad is ridiculous and you don't need that many men. Especially when you added Steve in.

“He should be upholding traditional values as he’s America's golden boy. Not flaunting such an alternative lifestyle. Hell if he was gay it would be easier than this bullshit. Why on Earth would you want to willingly share a woman with two other men. Not to mention one of those men is a God and the other a murderer.”

Let's not forget what she also stated in that little rant of hers, when she was unaware you could hear her perfectly clear from your spot in the common room. “I just don’t understand what he sees in her. Who stays in a band with someone they used to be fuck buddies with? It’s just tacky and sad. A man that powerful should be with someone who is only devoted to him and can boost his image, not damage it. ” 

I’ll show her tacky. Lord knows I'm certainly not above being petty. I’ve been behaving for far too long. Time to put these Siren skills to use. What good are they to have if you can’t fuck with uppity bitches using them.

You wrap the song with Sy and address the room. “Once again I’m Honey, he’s Sy and they are the Chanticleers house band. I hope you’ve enjoyed your evening so far. We plan on keeping things fun, flirty and just a tad bit naughty. Might even make ya feel some things tonight. Requests are accepted but are subject to refusal. For this next one I’m going to need a certain Widow and White Wolf to report to the dance floor to really get this crowd moving and grooving.”

They exchange a look with each other, shrug and make their way over to the now cleared dance floor. A tango melody begins, which sounds remarkably like Billie Eilish's Bad Guy . As your sultry voice fills the space, your eyes feast upon the natural elegance of Bucky leading Nat across the floor. It’s turning you on, if you’re being honest with yourself. Two people you know very intimately, pressed close together, seducing the crowd with their bodies, is panty dampening. If you were wearing any that is.

As Bucky dips Nat for the last time, he tosses you a wink as he swings her out and they both take a bow.

“Now that the temperature has certainly risen, let's get those hips moving. We are a big band after all, let’s give ya a taste of what we do three nights a week at Chanti’s.” Sy starts tickling the ivory, leading the band in a 1920s cover of Levitating. You shimmy and sway your hips to the beat as people fill the dance floor once again. 

The whole team is cutting a rug, trying to get tips from Bucky and Steve on how to dance best with a partner to this upbeat rhythm. It truly is such a sweet sight to see. Even Sharon, trying to use this to her advantage isn’t phasing you. He entertains her for a few measures as she tries desperately to keep up with his footwork. He eventually pawns her off on an agent nearby and makes his way to the side of the stage.

Just before the music break he sneaks up and grabs your hand, spinning you into him as you finish the chorus. A ‘woo’ escaping you as you collide with his chest. He leads you in a simple swing as the band plays on, placing you back in front of the mic with a kiss to the jaw and a squeeze of the hips just in time for you to get back to serenading the crowd. 

Smooth asshole. I’ll be getting you back for that one, Sir.

“Should we keep this high energy up?” The crowd responds with ‘yes’ accompanied by hoots and hollers. “Requests are open if anyone has a suggestion.”

From the middle of the dance floor you hear Sam shout “I2I. I’m trying to get my goof troop on.”

You can't help but crack up at his antics, trying to pull one over on you. “Fortunately for you Samuel, we are well versed in the magic that is Tevin Campbell. But since you think you're so funny why don’t you come show these people your best Max moves and maybe you just might find yourself a Roxanne.”

Sy’s fingers produce the familiar synth beat from the electric guitar in his large hands, before the band joins in and brings this funky jam of your childhood to life. You have fun with it, goofing around with your back up singers and really livening the place up. You truly do shine when you are on a stage.

“Steve, why are you over here? Come back out on the dance floor with us.” Sharon whines.

“I’m content here with my drink currently. I’m admiring the view too much.” His eyes haven't moved from your body the whole song. Not even to address Sharon.

“Don’t you want to continue to have fun?”

“I’m having plenty of fun, trust me.” He taps his head, a devious smile crossing his face, as filthy thoughts of you fill his mind.

Just as she is about to open her mouth in response, the song ends and the dance floor bursts out in applause.

“Hot damn was that fun!” You shout out, catching your breath. “I think we all deserve a cool down after that.”

The crowd agrees with head nods and murmurs of yes. “Sy would you be so kind as to set up a chair for Steven to come join us on stage?”

You wink at him as you curl your fingers in a come hither motion to get him moving. He places his drink down and like a sailor following a Sirens song into the sea, travels across the parting dance floor, keeping eye contact with you, until he sits in the chair provided for him in the middle of the stage.

You reach over and pluck the Santa hat covering the extra mic stand. You turn toward the soldier sitting proudly in the chair behind and to the right of you. You take two steps and bend over, placing the festive red hat on his head with a kiss to his bearded cheek.

“Now that we have our Santa, I have a few things I’d like to ask for.” The band starts to play Santa Baby to the crowds whoops and applause. 

You give the room your full attention at first. Pouty lips, swaying hips, coquettish smiles as your fingers play with the mic stand. Steve’s eyes are glued to your backside the entire time, pants growing uncomfortable.

You grab the mic and begin to move about the stage as you sing about all the fellas you haven't kissed, with a wink to Thor and Bucky for good measure. Hips moving to the beat as you parade around the stage, dutifully ignoring your Captain. That is until you place yourself on his thighs asking him to come and trim your Christmas tree. 

You words and attention are only for him. The sexual tension you two have been playing with all night is beginning to leak out. The want in your voice as you ask one final time for him to ‘Hurry, tonight.”, is his breaking point. Especially as you slip off his lap and immediately address the crowd.

“Let’s give a round of applause to our wonderful Santa everybody.” The inebriated crowd hoops and hollers, as Steve, having discreetly adjusted himself, stands and takes a bow. As he passes you by, he places a hand low on your hip, giving it a squeeze. All while laying a kiss behind your ear with a low growl and a whispered command of “My office in 5.”

A shiver runs down your spin as he makes his way off stage. Eyes tracking him as he stops to talk to Thor and Bucky. Both men turn to you up on stage, Thor raises his glass with a wink and smug smile, while Bucky mouths ‘Naughty girl.”

“Looks like it’s time for this Songstress to call it a night.” Someone boos in the crowd. “Have no fear, the night is far from over. The house band is more than capable of keeping the party going. You’ll forget about little ole me in no time. For now I bid you adieu. May your night continue on with laughter and joy.”

You give a bow as Sy walks up to the mic. You give his bicep a squeeze and whisper “Knock em dead.” before exiting the stage.

You’re spread out on Steve’s desk, dress hiked up around your waist and the crotch of your fishnets ripped open, back arched as the golden Adonis between your thighs wrenches another orgasm from you with his tongue.

“Just had to tease me, doll.” He plunges two fingers, knuckles deep into your dripping folds. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the little game you were playing with Sharon.”

He crooks his fingers just so, playing with your sweet spongy spot, making you whimper out. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“I know you couldn’t. My naughty naughty girl.” He removes his fingers, leaving you feeling empty. You start to whine until you notice him unbuckling his slacks and pulling out his thick cock.

Your mouth begins to water as you lean forward, licking your lips, wanting a taste. He grabs your throat, pulling your head up. “Uh, uh dollface. As much as I want those pouty lips wrapped around my cock I need to be inside you more. Gotta remind you I’m not going anywhere as my cum slowly leaks out of you the rest of the night.”

As you open your mouth to respond with some kind of sassy retort, he grips your thighs and pulls forward, impaling you to the hilt on his length. You both moan out simultaneously as you adjust to his girth for a moment. A moment is all he grants you.

With an intensity comparable to a feral Bucky, Steve sets a back breaking pace. His strokes are hard and deep, hitting all your sweet spots, turning your muscles to mush in his capable strong hands. He’s so lost in imprinting himself to your body that he doesn't hear the door to his office opening. 

With half lidded eyes you watch as Sharon’s face emerges from the opening, jaw going slack with shock at the act of passion happening in front of her. As Steve grinds his pelvis into your clit after a particularly deep thrust, you lock eyes with the unsolicited blonde voyeur, letting every ounce of pleasure your feeling spring forth from your throat.

He growls out, nipping your neck, still unaware of your visitor. “Fuck babygirl. Squeezing my dick so tight. I can feel you’re close. C’mon. Cum for me. Give your Captain everything so I can fill you up.”

You smirk at Sharon before gripping Steve’s hair and guiding his lips to yours. You ignore the pest still at the door and proceed to grind back against your Captain as you bite his lower lip. It does as you intended and he slams into you harder, desperate to have you coming all over his dick.

You stay lost in each other, as Sharon retreats, quietly shutting the door back. Paying no attention to her surroundings, she runs straight into Bucky.

“Find what you were looking for Sharon?” He asks. “I was trying to find you and let you know that I would get Steve as he would most likely be indisposed. But I guess I was too late. See something you weren't supposed to?”

She swallows and just nods her head.

“Serves you right.” He grits out. “I hope for your sake you’ve finally learned your lesson that Honey isn't going anywhere.” A cruel smile crosses his face. “Knowing you though, I doubt that it has. I’m going to enjoy watching her take you down as you continue to step out of line. Let’s see how long you last this time.”

“He’ll get sick of her soon enough and I’ll be here to give him what he truly needs. A powerful man needs a woman fully devoted to him and only him.” She spits out.

“Keep deluding yourself, agent. You just witnessed how devoted they are to each other.” He shakes his head. “Get the fuck out of here. You’re not worth the hell Honey would give me for ruining her time with her Captain to deal with you.”

She glares at him before walking off down the hall at a brisk pace.

Uncaring of being stealthy, Bucky opens the office door and enters. He is there but a minute, listening to you come undone, before Steve is losing himself inside of you as you cling to him like a koala. His dick instantly hardens wanting to come out and play.

“Is there something I can help you with Buck?” Steve pants out, unwilling to pull himself for your warmth.

“I was just popping in to let you know Tony is asking for you. It’s time for speeches or whatever.” He replies.

You run your fingers through Steve’s hair as his head lays on your chest. “You run into Sharon in the hall or was she long gone by the time you made it here?”

Steve pushes himself up. “Why would he run into Sharon?”

“Ah, so she didn’t go unnoticed afterall." Bucky chuckles. "I caught her trying to sneak back to the party. Literally ran right into me after she shut the door.”

“What’s going on?” Steve queries. 

“Sharon came looking for you and found you ravaging me instead. I’m surprised you didn't hear the door open with your Super Soldier hearing.” You answer.

He starts to laugh. “Good. I hope she enjoyed the show.”

You slap him on the back. “Scoundrel. What am I going to do with you? How would the world respond, knowing that their golden boy can be such a pervy asshole?”

“As long as I’m your pervy asshole, I don’t care.” He kisses your collarbone.

“Alright Stevie.” Bucky speaks up. “Get yourself cleaned up before Tony comes looking for you himself. Sooner we get this done with, the sooner I can get my dick wet.” He winks at you.

“Selfish Beast.” You tease him as Steve pulls out, He scoops any of his spend that’s leaked out onto his fingers and pushes them back inside you making you moan out.

“I’m gonna enjoy knowing I'm slowly leaking out of you the rest of the night.” He makes you lick his fingers clean. “Let’s see how long it takes before more is added shall we.”

“You go on ahead.” Buck calmly states. “I’m contributing my claim now. Hope you don't mind me using your office.”

“Just don't do anything stupid while I’m gone.” Steve responds as he opens the door and heads out into the hall.

“How can I, when you’re taking all the stupid with you?” Bucky shouts back, before locking the door behind him and making his way over to your still spread thighs.

“You are not nearly ruined enough for me to allow you out of here.” He circles your throat with his flesh hand. “Let me rectify that.”

[hannahshattuck]

CelticStar Vinyards

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Stever Rogers

Rating: Gen

Art by: BritBrit99

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Vineyard Owners, Friends to Lovers, Pining, There's Only One Bed, Past Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson

Summary: "CelticStar, a combination of Steve’s Irish heritage and Bucky’s love for astronomy, was started by the two men after they graduated college. Steve with a Bachelors in Science in Viticulture and Bucky with a Bachelor in Business Administration, so Steve took care of the winemaking side while Bucky took care of the business and marketing side. Two halves coming together perfectly."

Or,

Vineyard owners Steve and Bucky, pining, love confessions, and oh! There's only one bed.

Written for @buckybarnesevents ShrinkyClinks Double Bang 2023

“Steve!” Bucky yelled from the back of the car where he was loading their suitcases. “Let’s go or we’re gonna be late.”

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” Steve yelled as he ran out the front door, pulling it shut behind him and making sure it was locked. “I couldn’t find the business cards.”

“You packed them in the bag you’re taking for the expo.” Bucky slammed the trunk shut.

Steve slapped his forehead. “Oh that’s right. Where would I be without you?” Steve punched Bucky’s arm all bro like and went to the passenger side.

Bucky stood there watching the shorter man climb into the car. The feelings he’s had for his best friend since they started their vineyard together were stronger than ever. CelticStar, a combination of Steve’s Irish heritage and Bucky’s love for astronomy, was started by the two men after they graduated college. Steve with a Bachelors in Science in Viticulture and Bucky with a Bachelor in Business Administration, so Steve took care of the winemaking side while Bucky took care of the business and marketing side. Two halves coming together perfectly.

“Okay. So according to Google Maps it should take about eight hours to get to Sacramento.” Steve said as Bucky climbed in the driver’s seat. “Are you ready to spend eight hours in the car with me?” Steve teased.

No. “Absolutely, Punk.”

“Jerk.”

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Steve fell asleep two hours into the car ride, leaving Bucky along with his thoughts. Thoughts that started going through what he needed to do for the expo and ended up about his feelings for his best friend. When they first met in elementary school, Bucky was the new kid at school and kept to himself but Steve, however, didn’t like that and dragged young Bucky into a game of knights saving the princess. Bucky didn’t understand why this blond skinny kid wanted to be friends with the weird new kid but their friendship flowed easily throughout the elementary years.

Middle school came and with that both boys learned new things about themselves. Steve got more health issues than he did in elementary school and Bucky realized he didn’t like girls like his male peers did. After talking with his parents, Bucky knew he was gay. He first thought he could be bisexual but dating girls didn’t appeal to him. When Bucky told Steve, the blond said okay and that was that. Steve would tease Bucky by pointing out guys he thought might be Bucky’s type which caused his best friend to blush and playfully shove him.

In high school, Bucky had his first relationship. Sam was the best first boyfriend Bucky could ever have. He didn’t push Bucky to do anything he didn’t want to do and was respectful of Bucky’s boundaries. Unfortunately, the two drifted and realized they were better as friends than dating. They’re still friends, along with Sam’s wife, Natasha, and they’ll help Steve and Bucky around the vineyard when they come to visit.

It wasn’t until college when Bucky realized he had feelings for his best friend. Steve went away for school and Bucky stayed local. With Steve being gone, Bucky felt like a piece of him left. It took a drunken night with Sam and Nat for Bucky to admit a part of him did leave, the part connected to Steve. Since then, Bucky’s kept his feelings for Steve to himself for two reasons. First, he’s not sure if Steve likes guys and second he doesn’t want to risk their friendship. 

A snort brought Bucky’s attention to his passenger. The blond angel in the passenger seat of his car. The one who blesses Bucky’s dreams. Maybe after this weekend, after this expo, Bucky will tell Steve how he feels. But for right now Bucky will just turn the radio on at a quiet volume and continue on the road to the expo.

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“Hi, Welcome to the Hilton. How can I help you?” The front desk receptionist greeted Bucky as he walked up. Steve stayed in the car while Bucky got checked in so they could just take their bags straight to their room.

“Hi, check in for Barnes.” 

The receptionist typed Bucky’s information into the computer and found his reservation. “How many key cards would you like, sir?”

“Two, please.”

They handed Bucky the envelope that held the two key cards along with the wifi password. Bucky was given more information about the complimentary breakfast and other amenities. Bucky thanked them and turned to leave the lobby and head back to the car where Steve still was. 

Bucky approached from the passenger side and before he got to the car, he noticed Steve was on the phone with someone. The smile on Steve’s face, and the way Bucky could tell he was laughing, pulled at his heart. Bucky’s not sure how much longer he could keep his feelings to himself. He just might risk their friendship and tell Steve how he feels.

Bucky walked up to the passenger side and tapped on the window. Steve jumped and was ready to fight whoever was there. Once he realized it was Bucky he calmed down and visibly relaxed. Bucky smiled sheepishly as he opened the door for the blond.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” Bucky blushed as Steve crossed his arms over his chest with a playful glare at the taller man.

“My heart is already fragile!”

“I know! I’m sorry!”

Steve giggled as he punched Bucky’s shoulder. Just like he did before they left their shared house. “I’m just messin’ with ya, Buck. I know you didn’t mean it. So,” Steve walked to the trunk while Bucky went to the driver’s side and turned the car off and popped the trunk. “Did you get us checked in?”

Bucky nodded as he came to the back. “Yep, room 1718. First floor.”

“Sweet,” Steve grinned as he pulled his suitcase out of the trunk. “I can’t wait for this weekend.”

Bucky swallowed around the lump that formed in his throat, “Y-yeah. Me too.”

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“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Bucky groaned as they walked into their room and saw there was only one bed. It looked like a king size bed but he’s not an expert in bed sizes. “I swear I requested two beds when I made the reservation.” Bucky set his bags down and turned to walk out the room to the front desk. 

“Bucky,” Steve said calmly, grabbing Bucky’s forearm to stop him from leaving. The shorter man looked up at the taller man through his eyelashes. “It’s alright. I’m not that big so I don’t take up much space. And if needed, I can curl up in the chair that’s by the window.”

“You are not sleeping in a chair. Especially with your back.” Bucky looked at Steve. Steve had a defiance in his eyes that challenged Bucky to try and argue with him. Bucky sighed and turned to face Steve, “Only if you’re sure.”

Steve smiled, “I am. Now let’s get settled and get something to eat. I’m starving.” Steve playfully whined as he hung off Bucky’s arm. Bucky smiled at him and shook his head at Steve’s antics.

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It’s the last night of the wine expo weekend and both men are ready to go home. They’ve made some great connections with some great businesses and hope to work with them in the future. They were also able to have people sample their most popular wine, Sauvignon Blanc, which a few smaller wine and spirits stores wanted to sell. 

Now, Bucky’s laying on his back staring at the ceiling, trying not to wrap himself around the skinny man next to him. Having Steve sleeping next to Bucky has been torture. The last three nights Bucky’s slept but it hasn't been a deep sleep since he’s fighting himself about telling Steve. Bucky sighed quietly and turned his head to look at his bedmate. No better time than the present, Bucky thought.

“Steve?” Bucky whispered.

“Hmm?”

“Um…” Bucky fidgeted with the blanket. “I…uh…I have something to tell you.”

Steve turned to lay on his other side, facing Bucky, “What’s up?”

Bucky looked up at the ceiling and took a deep breath. He could do this. This is Steve. His best friend. “Um…”

Steve laid a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “Hey, breathe. Whatever it is, I promise it won’t affect our friendship.

Bucky grimaced. “That’s the thing. It might.”

Steve sat up and turned on the lamp. “Okay. What’s going on Buck?”

Bucky sat up and moved so he was sitting against the headboard. “Okay. You know how I told you I’m gay right?” Steve nodded. “Well, uh, there’s someone I like.”

Steve smiled. “Ooo! Is he cute?”

Bucky smiled with a blush on his cheeks. “Yeah, he is. And, um, he’s…the guy I like…is…”

“Who, Bucky?”

Bucky looked Steve in his eyes and kept his gaze while he said, “You. I like you, Steve.”

Steve stared at Bucky with wide eyes, “Oh.”

Silence fell over both men. Bucky knew he should have waited until they were home because in the morning they’ll have to spend eight hours in the car back home. Bucky started to get out of bed before Steve stopped him.

“Bucky,”

“It’s okay, Steve. I understand. I’ll, um,”

“Bucky, sit down.”

Bucky didn’t realize he stood up. He sat on the edge of the bed with his back facing his friend. He fidgeted with his fingers as he waited for Steve to reject him.

“Bucky, I’m processing because I didn’t think this day would happen.” Bucky looked over his shoulder and Steve who had moved closer to him. “I mean, I’ve liked you since you came out to me.”

“Why didn’t you say anything? And I didn’t know you liked guys.”

Steve smiled sheepishly, “I was actually going to tell you the same day you came out to me.”

“Is that what you wanted to tell me when you said you had something to say?”

“Yeah.”

Bucky laughed as he turned his whole body to face Steve. “Well, aren’t we just a couple of silly ducks.”

“Silly ducks?”

“I don’t know, okay?”

Steve chuckled before he leaned closer. The air between both men was charged. Bucky flitted his eyes down to Steve’s lips. Steve cupped Bucky’s cheek and rubbed his thumb against Bucky’s cheekbone. Both men leaned in until their lips connected. Bucky grabbed Steve by his waist and pulled him closer. Steve wrapped his arms around the other man’s neck as his tongue ran across Bucky’s bottom lip. Bucky granted him access and pulled Steve closer. When the need for air became too much they pulled back and rested their foreheads against each other. Both men giggled and Bucky kissed Steve one more time.

“Does this mean I can cuddle you now?” Bucky asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

“God I hope so. Do you know how hard it’s been to keep myself from jumping you?”

Bucky laughed as he and Steve got settled back in bed now cuddled in each other’s arms. They pulled the blanket over themselves and breathed in the scent of each other. Out of all the scenarios Bucky had gone through in his head when he thought about telling Steve, this one was not once considered. He thought Steve would hate him but this moment, with Steve in his arms, was a better outcome than he would ever consider. Bucky closed his eyes and knew tonight would be the best sleep since they’ve arrived at the expo. Until Steve broke the silence with him asking,

“What if we made a banana flavored wine?”

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

make no plans and none can be broken.

by througheden

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Coming Out, Gay Bar, mentions of alcohol use, First Kiss, Based on a Fall Out Boy Song, explicit tags:, Blow Jobs, Blow Jobs in a Car, Making Out, not hair-pulling but steve uses eddie's ponytail for reasons, Come Swallowing, Praise Kink, Hand Jobs, Hand Jobs in a Car, semi-public (eddie's van), Under-negotiated Kink, (but they're both completely into it), Fluff and Smut, 5+1 Things, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Face-Fucking, (but not super intense if that makes sense?) Words: 6,835 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

Four hours and just two drinks between them later, Steve and Eddie find their way back to the van amidst the throng of fellow bar-goers at closing time. Steve’s voice is hoarse from singing, and his feet hurt from dancing, and he’s never felt more alive than he does at this moment. That’s a lie. The most alive he’s ever felt is back in the bar, dancing with Eddie when his attempts to wingman for Steve fall flat. It’s not that Eddie’s a bad wingman, Steve just doesn’t find someone that catches his eye— not the way Eddie does. He tries his best not to think too hard about that. When they reach the van, he settles into the passenger seat and he closes his eyes. He can still see Eddie moving to the beat of a song he most definitely does not recognize, their chests pressing together on a crowded dance floor and Eddie’s fingers gripping his hips tight. Strobe lights bathe them both in shades of pinks and purples and blues and all it would take is one small adjustment, one tiny step forward… --- or, 5 Times Steve Harrington Makes No Plans + One Time He Does.

[steddieunderdogfics]

so let's sneak in from the cheap seats, honey by pricklywhicket

@messessentialist

Rating: Explicit

13,973 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Friends to Lovers, acquaintances to lovers would be more accurate, Fluff, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Set within canon but doesn't pay it much mind, Pre-Season/Series 04, they're idiots your honor, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Oral Sex, Shower Sex, Frottage, Intercrural Sex, Praise Kink, Pet Names, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with a smidgen of plot maybe, Boys Kissing, Boys who Banter, Getting Together, First Time, Recreational Drug Use, Marijuana, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington

Summary:

The Hawkins Public Pool is open from Memorial Day to Labor Day, 8AM to 8PM, seven days a week. It employs three lifeguards, two of whom work each day: one from 8 to 2, and one from 2 to 8. Objectively, Eddie knows that it’s weird for him to know this. Why should a guy who Does Not Swim concern himself with the work roster of a public pool he Does Not Swim at? Or: Lifeguard Steve and Eddie meet up at the pool after hours.

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