#but also there is now an extra scene right after the one where buck comes home <3

[eddiediazismyhusband]

These people will never experience the pain hearing from the causal viewers and THE SR that we who view those characters as queer, are delusional. We were told, it’s in “our heads” and what you see “is your interpretation” NOT what’s on the script. OH CANT FORGET MY FAVORITE, “go write your own SHOW”. Imagine for 6 years viewing buck as queer coded and told you were dumb and “it’s never gonna happen”. For 6 YEARS!!!! It literally took them ONE EPISODE AND MOVING TO A NEW NETWORK for bibuck to happen. And these people think this couple who ONLY HAD 3 dates (1 of them a failed one), and 2 kisses is endgame? 💀💀💀imagine your ship not having any depth to where they stopped caring about them after making buck bi💀💀💀. Where are their scenes? Oh it’s “enjoy it while it lasts”. It’s them having barely 20 minutes of screen while the “non ship” has x2 has much in 10 episodes. Did they forget their fav said this💀💀💀💀

💯no notes agree with everything you said 👏👏👏

and also even that lfj quote pissed me off when it came out bc i was like “how are you gonna stand here and tell me to be grateful for a relationship that came out of left field with no chemistry?” like even if it does lead to buddie i will still hate that whole arc because it could have been handled SO much better and without bringing back a racist character, played by a problematic person, ON TOP of causing the biggest shipping controversy to ever hit this fandom… that man has given me the ick since day one of s7 and when the cameos started and he started encouraging his fans and egging on the bullshit i was done w him.

it pisses me off bc they act like buck has to go through some sort of “queer bootcamp” before he can date eddie and im like…. no he doesn’t?? he doesn’t need some sort of “gay yoda” or whatever they called t-rex in the beginning bc there is no rulebook to being queer… so the whole notion of “working out the kinks” (which is an extra level of icky coming from someone like lfj, and looking back after the daddy joke in 7x10) never sat right with me… and the whole “what if buck got with eddie and didn’t like it?” if he meant that literally as “what if buck didn’t like it” my brother in christ theses are fictional characters, they’re not sims, the writers have full control over literally everything that happens… why would they write them if buck “wasn’t gonna like it” (which is bullshit bc we all know he 1000% fold immediately if eddie kissed him)… if he meant “what if the fandom didn’t like it” (which is an odd way to word that question if this is what he meant) WDYM IF THE FANDOM DOESNT LIKE IT EVEN HALF THE BT SHIPPERS HAVE BEEN SHIPPING BUDDIE FOR ALMOST SIX YEARS????

the whole situation drives me up s wall bc not only have we simultaneously gotten so close yet so far to getting buddie, we also now have to deal with these wack-ass fans policing people, calling queer people homophobic, sending death threats and violent hate speech to people who don’t like their ship, actively talking bad about oliver bc he clearly isn’t a fan of lfj or the way this storyline was handled, on top of having to deal with the show’s retconning of typhoid’s character and trying to brush his shit under a rug using queerness as an “excuse” and thus enabling these people to use the “homophobia” rhetoric when someone doesn’t want a boring ass rewash basic ship.

[allandoflimbo]

Take It Back: His Story (7)

Sequel to Take It Back

Previous Chapter

Summary: You and Bucky. It was supposed to be a happy ever after. Your story, home, and love was near perfect. After all, you had worked so hard and suffered so much to be where you finally were. But behind the scenes, Bucky had been dealing with more baggage from the past than he had been willing to publicly share. Steve was always the second best when it came to him and Bucky. From Nat, to you, and maybe now, even someone else. It’s been seven years since Ashlyn cheated on Bucky, but nine since she first fell in love with him. Two years after their public divorce and after starting therapy, she holds onto a dangerous mixture of jealousy and strength. With new friendships and new love on her side, she knows she should let Bucky go. But should is so hard to do when she loved as hard as she did.

WARNING:

This story will contain sex; oral, m/f penetration, anal sex, dry sex, rough sex, shower sex, masturbation, mutual masturbation, porn watching, and soft sex. Very strong language, strong adult content, use of drugs/alcohol, sensitive topics like marriage trouble, illnesses (both terminal and mental), one incident of almost non-con, college frat parties shenanigans, and emotional angst.

Rating: Rated R.  18+ ONLY. 🔞 no minors.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Masterpage for Take It Back: His Story

POV: Third Person

There were two things Bucky didn't like.

When Chipotle would forget to give him his extra guac and when Steve wouldn't shut up about work.

He was doing it more than usual, too.

When they were walking across the street? Work.

When Bucky was driving? Work.

When Bucky was trying to finish his chipotle bowl? Work.

Steve was starting to piss him off.

Suppressing a roll of his eyes, Bucky swallows a mouthful of food. He was just about to yell at Steve to please change the subject when a lady yelling after a kid catches Bucky's attention.

He grimaces as the little boy runs around the restaurant ignoring his mother. Bucky was always on the fence about how he felt about kids.

"And maybe you can try to like it..." Steve's voice is a low rumble in the distance as Bucky looks at the scene across the Chipotle. Bucky is ignoring Steve completely.

Sure, Bucky thought kids were cute and could be fun, but they were also a hassle. Just watching that mother yell after that kid made him cringe.

"...Even if you don't it won't hurt..."

A camel-colored coat catches his eye.

The glimpse of the girl's hair and neck sends him into a weird deja-vu stance and he finds himself not being able to look away.

Everything stops and everything tilts. He narrows his eyes, trying to remember where he saw the familiar figure before.

"Buck. Are you even listening to me?" Steve asks.

Bucky happens to finally get a good look at the girl's face when she turns to walk towards the door to leave.

"I'll be right back," Bucky says.

He pulls back immediately, noticing his mistake.

He pulls back immediately, noticing his mistake.

He can't deny the look of confusion and surprise on her face.

Something was happening in the air around him, or maybe it was in his chest when he finally sees the face behind that hair.

He can't seem to shake whatever it was that was nagging at him.

Familiarity? Had he met her before and didn't realize it?

Standing in front of him for the first time in her life suddenly didn't feel like it was the first time at all.

He wasn't sure how to feel about it.

"Hey, sorry 'bout that." For some reason, his voice sounds disconnected from his body. It comes out on a will of its own as if his mind was elsewhere.

He knew where it was. Rewinding through his brain. Digging through memories. But they all came up blank.

He was losing his mind. He was sure of it.

He shakes whatever is nagging at him away and finally addresses the reason he stopped her in the first place.

"Are you Ashlyn's sister?"

She let out a sigh and after a roll of her eyes, a small smile clouds her face.

"You must be Bucky."

She knew who he was just by that and the conversation unraveled naturally. Ashlyn's little sister, Y/N was her name, was very sweet.

She seemed shy, a bit reserved and guarded, but kind and friendly. He invites her to come to Montauk with Ashlyn, his friends, and him. She accepts it, a bit reluctantly at first, but she does.

He watches her for an extra second as she walks out of the restaurant. He furrows his eyes, his brain still trying to search for something he wasn't sure was even really there.

"Who was that?" Steve asks.

"Y/N. Ashlyn's sister." Bucky answers, picking up his fork and going back in for some white rice.

"I didn't know she had a sister."

"Yeah, she's younger. I invited her to Montauk with us, if that's okay."

Steve nods.

"That's fine." Bucky nods and goes back to eating silently. He's thankful Steve doesn't bring up work anymore, "You have a weird look on your face."

Bucky chuckles.

"It's nothing. I just feel like I've seen her in person before."

"Where?"

"No idea. I'm probably just losing my mind."

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Barnes Enterprises was usually the busiest around three in the afternoon.

Especially on the top floor. People were constantly walking back and forth trying to finish their day earlier so that the last hour before five was more relaxing than anything.

He and his right-hand men, on the other hand, worked twenty-four-seven. It was expected. They were dedicated by blood to his business. That's why he needed someone just as capable and dedicated to taking this place the moment he was no longer around.

He didn't trust Ben Harper, and Tony Stark buying them out was no damn option. Aside from settling for his son, he did have one other person in mind.

The handsome blonde walks towards the top floor's check-in desk. He takes a moment to look around, realizing he's only ever been up here once before.

He tries to hold in the smile as he remembers Harvard's Sophomore year.

Finally, he clears his throat.

Hilary, a black-haired girl, looks up from her computer. There's a bright smile on her face and her green eyes are a piercing combination.

"Steve." Her voice was sweet.

Hilary was always nice. She had been hired around the same time Bucky and Steve started at the company. The three had practically grown up together in the building.

Steve smiles politely at her.

"Hi, Hilary." He clears his throat again and shoves his hands in his pockets. He sways back and forth, "Uhm. George said he wanted to see me?" He can't shake the apprehension in his voice.

She doesn't realize she's staring at his sharp jaw until she finally looks away, her dazed smile slightly falling off her face.

"Oh, right. Let me take a look." She types some things away on her keyboard, "He just finished up another meeting, so the door is probably closed. You can knock and he should let you right in."

Steve nods.

"Thanks." He rolls his neck twice on the walk toward the large dark and sleek doors at the end of the hall.

He had the normal fear one has towards any boss. Sure, George was his best friend's father and he had technically known him since he was a little kid. Hell, George had once walked in on Steve practicing "kissing" with a four-by-four when he was eleven. They weren't close, but they were close enough to almost be considered family. Steve's father was absent a lot in his life, and George was always there for him.

Come college years, George became his boss, and there was a different kind of respect there.

Steve knows he got into Barnes Enterprises almost through literal nepotism if the Barnes family were to even be blood-related. But that doesn't mean he ever took his job here for granted. He loved working here. He progressed here and his friends were here. It was his second home.

Close or not, Steve's palms were sweating as he approached George's office.

He doesn't know why he's here. There are only two things it could be. One, he either is getting an extra assignment of some sort. Or two, he's fired. Either being a possibility makes his stomach twist into knots.

Steve takes in a deep breath and knocks on the door. It takes a few seconds for it to swing wide open.

George stands there in a silver suit and white tie, an equally bright smile occupying his face.

Steve takes in a deep breath.

"Mr. Barnes." Steve greets him.

"Come in, Steve." He lets Steve walk through, and then closes the door right behind him, "You can take a seat." He motions outward with his hand towards the center of the room.

Steve eyes one of the several black chairs and then the couch, not knowing which approach George wanted.

Was he overthinking this?

Steve finds himself walking over to one of the chairs in front of George's desk and takes a seat. George eventually finds his way to his chair and sits directly in front of him.

He gives Steve a small smirk before he folds his hands out in front of him and on the desk.

He can't help but chuckle at the tense and apprehensive look on Rogers' face. He had seen this look one too many times to know what it was. Mr. Barnes sighs.

"Don't worry, you're not being let go," George says.

A heavy weight is immediately lifted off Steve's shoulders and he finds them almost sagging.

He lets out a humorless laugh.

George gives him another look that Steve can't necessarily pinpoint, and then he sits back in his chair.

George nips on the corner of his bottom lip, bouncing his pen up and down, still eyeing up Steve thoughtfully.

"Quite the opposite." He adds.

Steve raises a brow at this.

"Opposite?" Steve asks.

George gets a pensive look on his face before he lets out a long but nearly silent sigh.

"You're one of our best lawyers, Steve. If not the best. You know that, right?"

Steve doesn't know what to say right away.

"I mean we have a lot of people here. You think I'm one of the best?" Steve chuckles and then licks his lips. He looks out the window, "I don't know about that."

"Well, you should know, because you are."

Steve turns to face George again, a serious look on his face.

"You're young, and you are better than most of the guys here who have thirty-plus years under their belt. But not just that," George lowers his voice dramatically and waves a finger in Steve's face, "You have great leadership qualities and great worth ethics. You're good at business. And you know what we do. You know what we believe here and you've only continued to prove that and follow that oath faithfully. You're good. Take the compliment." Steve's face relaxes. George sits back in his chair and sways, "You actually remind me of myself when I first started my position," George examines Steve's face for his reaction that will follow the end of his sentence, "as CEO."

Steve's in shock for just a minute before what his boss is saying starts to sink in.

He knows his eyes are almost wide, and his chest is blooming with equal pride as it is shocked.

He looks down at his lap, trying to find the right words to say.

It takes him a moment because while he feels pride and he is flattered, he also feels a pang of huge guilt.

"You don't have to give me an answer now," George says more quietly and in less of that professional tone.

Steve finds himself shaking his head slowly back and forth.

He licks his bottom lip.

"I—I don't understand. Bucky isn't next in line?" George's face falls just slightly, almost solemnly, "The way I always understood it is it would be him who would be next."

George bites at his bottom lip before he responds. He looks out the window and continues softly.

"You and James have always been best friends. And you being a great man with the loyalty you hold for our employees and also your friends doesn't shock me at all. It also doesn't shock me that that's your first concern. I expected it." Steve looks at him, waiting for him to continue, for him to at least address his question. George looks him dead in the eye, "Bucky doesn't want to be CEO. He doesn't want any of this," Mr. Barnes motions around the room, "He's never liked this kind of responsibility or lifestyle, let alone this career path. Yes, it would be very logical for him to be next, but he doesn't want it. And he's not good at it. He's said so himself. Doesn't it hurt that my son can't continue this? Of course. That's something that I've grown to see in my son for many years. He's a sweet boy who wants to be a lawyer and live in the city and that's it. I don't hate him for it. I also don't want to force it on him. Especially when there's someone better fit, and more capable. Someone who wants it. You're a very close second to my son. I practically raised you."

Steve is at a loss for words as he ponders everything George just told him.

He wasn't entirely wrong. Bucky never wanted to be CEO. But he couldn't do that to his best friend. But if it wasn't Steve who accepted it, who was the second runner after him?

"Can I give you an answer a week from now?"

__

MONTAUK

Caught in his thoughts from earlier, Bucky zips up his suitcase.

He looks over at Ashlyn and he feels like this is right. Picking her up at the train station felt symbolic to him. Like he would always be there to pick her up. He hadn't meant to offend Y/N when he had asked that question about her in the car.

He didn't. Most of all, he's worried he offended her with his little thing comment, and he knows how it sounded. But the thing is, he didn't mean it that way. It had nothing to do with her appearance that way.

He wasn't sure exactly why he kept teasing her that way. If maybe it was because in comparison to him, her personality reminded him of a kitten and he was a lion.

He couldn't describe it. Come to think of it, the more he racks his brain trying to trace the first time he said it and justify and explain it, it just kept sounding worst.

It was some kind of buried sentiment and feeling that he had yet to discover since that chipotle encounter.

His concern, though, was offending Ashlyn.

They had a great day at the pool but she had seemed a bit quiet.

He looks at her as she's pulling out clothes from her luggage and setting them up on the dresser in their guest bedroom.

Despite Steve's father always working and hardly ever being in town, he was always kind enough to open his home to Steve and his friends whenever they needed a break from city life.

Not many of the girls Bucky had dated had appreciated it that much, but Ashlyn did.

Her hair was in two braids and there was a tint of extra color on her cheeks from being out in the sun rays all day.

"You look beautiful." He tells her. His voice cuts through the room like a hot and searing steak knife.

She looks up and smiles at him.

"Stop." She says, looking away. A dark hue taints her cheeks.

Bucky chuckles.

"I'm serious." He looks down and rolls his suitcase into the closet. The wheel catches the edge of the wall and he curses under his breath, "Don't tell Steve I scuffed up the wall." He says under his breath.

Ashlyn continues to organize her clothes.

"It was nice of him to show her around the house. He seems very kind." Ashlyn says.

"Steve's the best." Once Bucky's suitcase is put away he makes his way over to Ashlyn and gently puts his hand in the nook of her elbow, stopping her movements, "hey, come here." He says.

There's a heat in his voice and a sparkly in his eye that he feels. She was so damn pretty.

Ashlyn drops the red bikini she was holding and turns around to face Bucky. He gently grabs the side sides of her face and he leans down and kisses her. Eventually, his kisses slow down to pecks and he pulls away.

She narrows her eyes as she watches a pensive look drift over his face.

"What?" She asks.

"Nothing," his eyes watch his fingers as they brush over her cheeks, "Nothing."

Not pulling her eyes away from his, she swallows hard.

It was already night time and the only light was not the one from the ceiling, but it didn't seem light enough right now. Bucky gulps as his eyes drift to the hills of her breasts. His right hand goes to her left one and then up onto her shoulder and then into the corner of the warm skin of her neck.

There's a dimple there.

He promised then he would always be protective of her. He'd never let anything hurt her and he would never hurt her.

"I love you." He whispers. He can feel her throat move under his thumb as she wallows.

He knows it feels a bit too soon to say it, but something compelled him to. It also brought them to this moment right here. This felt like the epitome of greatness in their relationship, despite them knowing there was more to come. This moment was inconceivable, it was beautiful. So while it did feel too soon, he couldn't have thought of a better time to say it.

He did love her.

She was precious in his eyes and he knew the troubles she was going through. Both from her past, her parent's death, helping take care of her little sister, and also how delicately emotional she was. He would protect her. He cared about her. What he felt, as he felt her body under his hand, and as he felt her body under his that night, was nothing short of love.

They try not to be too loud, and honestly, he doesn't even think they make a sound.

The only plausible one was the whimper that left her lips when a small tear leaked from her eye towards the end. He had wiped it away, promising he'd always wipe all her tears and pain away.

It takes a few minutes for Ashlyn to doze off. Bucky leans over her as she's faced down and he gently kisses her bare shoulder.

He pulls the comforter up a little higher up her back to keep her warm.

"I'll be back." He says quietly, knowing she most likely didn't even hear him.

He pulls on a clean pair of grey sweats and a white t-shirt.

He makes sure not to close the door too loudly as he's leaving the room. He even keeps his footsteps light as he tiptoes through the hallways to not awaken anyone else either.

It's dark as the floor manages to creek a little under his feet. Walking down the steps and making a turn into the kitchen, he quickly halts.

"Oh shit. Sorry." It comes out before he even knows he's said anything.

It was late.

Worry fills him.

Y/N is standing there, crying.

He's frozen to the spot, not knowing what to do at this point. He doesn't want to make her uncomfortable.

She turns around to face him and the look on her face breaks his heart.

He knows how he looks, with hair disarray and the obvious evidence of what he had been doing all over his body.

But her, here crying and looking devastatingly heartbroken, felt more important of concern.

He asks you what's wrong and you tell him to leave the lights off. Eventually, you open up to him and you share a glass of beer.

It's talking to her about love and about being hopeful that she will one day find true love so that he realizes that Ashlyn isn't the only one who needs protecting.

He knew it wasn't his place, he barely knew Y/N, but he was a human being.

He'd work to be your friend, and being his girlfriend's sister, he was dedicated to keep going the extra mile to help you any way he could.

And, fuck, he means. Means it with all his heart when he tells her because he experienced it firsthand himself.

"I'm not just saying this because you're my girlfriend's little sister, but trust me. Some day, someone will love you for you."

It's when she looks down at her glass, running her finger around the rim, that Bucky catches the back of her head again, and that deja-vu comes crawling back. There's something about your voice that sets him on edge when you ask the next question.

"And did that happen for you?"

___

SAME DAY

New York City's clear skies were a rarity this early in May. Usually, there would be more thunderstorms lingering from the April showers.

Mr. Barnes was standing on his penthouse balcony, sipping his Macallan scotch when he hears a knock on his front door.

He takes one last look at the beautiful scenery with a deep sigh. Wiping a lonely tear off his cheek, he turns around, places his glass on a nearby table, and walks to his door.

Still tasting the heavy liquor on his tongue, he opens the door.

George smiles.

"Connor."

The pretty blue-eyed boy smiles back at him.

"How are you feeling?"

George gives him an added weak smile and a tilt of his head.

"Not the best. But it'll do."

Connor nods. George lets him inside, and he closes the door behind him. Already knowing his way, Connor walks over to the couch and sits down.

They sit there quietly for a few extra seconds. George leans his elbows on his knees and runs his hands through his hair.

"You decided to opt out of treatments?" Connor asks carefully.

There are a few extra minutes before George responds. Between then he looks outside again, then at the floor, and occasionally at his hands.

"Yeah."

"How've you been, regardless?"

Mr. Barnes clears his throat.

"I'm fine," George grabs an extra glass and pours the liquid amber inside of it. Connor thanks him when he's handed the glass, "Thanks for coming on such short notice. I wanted to make you an offer."

Connor raises one eyebrow.

"Offer?"

George nods and sits on the arm of the couch. He takes another sip of his drink and looks down into the glass, watching his reflection. He swirls it around as if doing that would make the liquid speak to him.

"I spoke to Steve," George says.

"He turned it down?"

"As expected. Such a shame."

"But Bucky doesn't want the job," Connor says.

George looks up at him.

"Exactly," George says with finality.

Connor knows that look. Pleading. Asking.

"George."

"I want him to want it," George says through clenched teeth, "I wish he did because he's my son, and he's the one I want to give it to. He's the one that should be up there once I'm gone," his voice breaks slightly, "It should be him. I would tell him straight up if I had to, but you know I don't want to keep forcing it onto him. But I'm going to have to speak to him. I'll do it kindly. Make him not so afraid. I'll train him." Connor nods, but knowing that wasn't the end of George's deep thoughts, "and if I still don't find him fit for it, you're going to take it from him. And if I'm not around to make that choice, you will do it."

He drinks the last of his scotch and puts the glass down in the middle of the obnoxiously large coffee table. Connor was across from him but it felt like miles away.

Connor's jaw twitches.

"I haven't spoken to him in so long, but he will always be my friend."

"This isn't about niceness. This is about business. You know you're a better fit and you know your own family is on the line too. It's in everyone's best interest, including Bucky. He won't take offense to it. I'm sure. He's a nice kid. But I get worried about him. I don't think he'll be able to handle it, and I want him to, because I want the best for him, and as much as he denies it, he knows deep down it is, too. That's why I want it so passionately for him." George can feel his teeth clenching so hard it practically burns his jawbone. It hurts Connor to see the desperation on his face. He was worried about Bucky, "He's my son. After his mother died, he's all I have."

Connor blinks quickly and looks away from him.

He feels a nagging in his head that tells him he needs to just say it. He knew it wasn't his place, but he had to know.

"There's something you should know." Connor eventually says. He can't look up to see George's reaction, but he'd bet his money that George was more than hesitant to want to hear what he had to say. "About four years ago, when Bucky had first found out about his mother, I was with him," Now he looks up and George's eyes are dark, "I was with him when he was told over the phone. All the details. Everything."

George swallows thickly and looks away.

"I can't imagine how hard that must've been for him."

Connor looks at his hands and nods.

"Yeah, it was. He took it very hard, as expected. Who wouldn't," Connor's voice is distant as he remembers that day, "It's not my place to say this, but you're his father, and I know you want only what is best for him. You should know."

"What is it?"

"When he found out," Connor clears his throat and leans his arms on his knees in front of him. He picks at his fingers as he remembers pulling the pill bottles out of Bucky's hands, "Bucky tried to kill himself."

Something happens to George at that moment. Something that shatters him, breaks him and makes him angry.

"What?" George's voice sounds foreign. Misplaced. Disassociated. 

"If I hadn't been there, I don't know what would've..." Connor's voice trails off but both know he doesn't need to finish the sentence, "I'm sorry. I still think he can be very fit for what you want him to be, but you deserved to know as his father who loves him. He needs you. He needs us."

George's face is burning hot and his throat feels like pin needles.

"Thank you, Connor." His voice is hoarse, "Please consider what I said. I still would like to consider you." He reaches over and takes the drink out of Connor's hands, "I think you should go."

Connor nods and stands up.

Once he's out the door. George continues to stare at the golden amber in his hands.

How could he? How could he be that low and never tell him? How could he want to do that to himself? Did you want to die? Did he think that would fix anything? That nobody would've missed him? Including him, his father? Was that his only attempt?

Memories roll over him. Yankee games and visits to the circus and the aquarium. Kindergarten drawings and the smell of play-doh.

He doesn't realize he threw the glass across the room in an emotional rage until he sees the amber that was in his hands now splashed across his wall, dripping onto the floor.

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"You know I had your mother work for me when we were dating. It brought us closer."

Mr. Barnes says as he tightens his son's tie around his neck. It was the night of the gala and the first night when Mr. Barnes felt that betrayal consume him.

"You think I should ask Ash to work for me?" Bucky asks deep in thought.

He wasn't too sure about that. Not only did Ashlyn not seem like the type to enjoy this kind of work environment, but Bucky also wanted to keep her away, too. After seeing what it had done to his mother, the cons side of course, and how George treated a majority of the females who worked here.

But maybe Bucky could keep her at arm's length from that experience?

George's eye twitches as he examines Bucky's reaction to his suggestion.

"Yeah. What do you think?"

___

"Like I said, if you don't feel comfortable, you don't have to do this. It's okay to say no." Bucky tells her, his hand squeezing hers.

"I want to be around you more, but it's really up to you, Bucky. If you don't want me here and there's a specific reason you feel I shouldn't do this, please tell me and I'll turn around right now." Ashlyn tells him.

Bucky is pensive as he watches her. He doesn't know what to say. Or maybe he does but doesn't know how. Or maybe there's no point in saying it because maybe he's being dramatic.

Bucky lets out a sigh and leans his forehead onto hers.

"There's nothing." He opens his eyes and looks into hers, "It's fine. Go ahead."

Ashlyn's nerves are at an all-time high the moment she walks into Mr. Barnes' office.

Maybe it's knowing how much power he has, or maybe it's the way his eyes are glued to her ass the second she steps into the room.

She feels bile running up her throat as she turns around the close the door and she hopes that she's imagining it.

Thankfully, the second she turns around to face him, he's looking at something on his computer.

He clicks a few things and finally stands. He buttons his suit blazer and makes his way closer to her.

She's thankful when she looks down to see him just extending a hand out to her.

There was something about his personality that was extremely domineering.

"You must be Ashlyn." He greets her.

She smiles back nervously.

"Nice to meet you, sir."

He only hums a response, his eyes going straight to her breasts and then back to her face.

"Pleasure is all mine," he spins around and points his hand out to one of the two chairs facing directly his desk, "Please take a seat, sweetheart."

Ashlyn feels a strange feeling once more in her chest.

She was uncomfortable.

Maybe Mr. Barnes was just really nice? She needed to stop being so negative. She's had it hard for so long now and things in her life were finally clicking into place. She was not going to let some bad feelings distract her from that.

She takes a seat and they go over her resume.

Mr. Barnes folds his hands on the desk and leans forward.

"You don't have much experience, but that's something we can train you on." He tells her. Ashlyn finds herself smiling at this. George clears his throat, "There is one more thing I'd like to discuss with you."

He walks to the corner of the room and pulls out a piece of paper, and on it is a doctor's name.

Ashlyn's stomach drops.

Why would this be an issue? What she went through was something many people through every day. It didn't define her character and it wasn't necessarily a bad thing either, it just became a part of her and something she learned to best control and deal with.

What was he getting at with this?

Her biggest fear was that he was about to make it seem like having depression or bipolar depression was something unnatural. Her biggest pet peeve, biggest fear, and biggest weakness. It wasn't true, but the second someone treats you like you're weaker because of it, it's so easy to be affected by words. Emotions.

It wasn't fair, no matter how strong she knew she was.

"You didn't have to keep this from us. Not me, especially my son, as I'm assuming he doesn't know. Is there a reason why you chose to not mention this?"

Maybe because half the population deals with it too? She wants to say.

He makes a sound that she can't tell what it means.

"Why," he taps the papers against his legs and walks around to sit in his big chair behind his desk, "did you keep your medical records a secret?"

Ashlyn swallowed nervously, her mouth opening but no sound coming out.

"Did you think this would stop me from hiring you?" Mr. Barnes wasn't yelling, but his voice was strong. Somehow, she felt controlled. When she doesn't say anything, he leans over his desk, drops the paper down, and with crossed hands continues, "look, you're a sweet girl. And I see a lot of potential in you. You have good qualities, you stick up for what you want regardless of if it's right or wrong-"

You barely know me.

She couldn't help it.

"I'm sorry, you got that from a fifteen-minute interview?"

Ashlyn chuckles nervously.

Mr. Barnes smiles.

"Trust me, I have good instinct. Anyway, am I wrong?" When Ashlyn doesn't respond, Mr. Barnes smirks, eyes drifting once more to her gorgeous legs, "bipolar, depression, anxiety, personality disorder, a manic episode-" Ashlyn flinches with each word thrown at her, she feels it eating away at her bones and most importantly - her dignity. He notices and his eyes soften, "It's nothing to be ashamed of. Many famous businessmen, celebrities, and big figures names—suffer from the same illnesses. It doesn't make you any less human or capable."

I never said I was ashamed of it. It's nothing to be ashamed of. She felt like words were being put in her mouth. She thinks that when she looks down and tries to think of a response that isn't too rude, it accidentally comes off looking like a nod.

George smirks.

"Come here, I want to show you something."

Something felt wrong about all of this to her.

She follows him out to the large window and stands next to her for a few minutes.

He knows she does this on purpose, because just like that she forgets his disgusting behavior and his insulting words. He almost seems nice again, and maybe he is coming from a good place but he has trouble putting it into words.

She looks at the New York City skyline and all she can think of at that moment is Bucky.

How can something so beautiful be so bad?

"You see this?" Ashlyn followed his gaze out into the city, the hundreds of people walking below in the streets, the famous buildings hanging high in the skies like goddamn trophies, "Barnes Enterprises owns about seventy-five percent of everything you're seeing. From the Hudson to the bay-" He turned slowly to Ashlyn and examined her face, "I see the way your eyes shine when you look at it."

She because of Bucky. Not you. She wants to say.

Ashlyn swallows as her eyes drift down, "It's all nice. Everything he's done for me so far, it's almost like he knows exactly what I need. It's like he's cured me."

She doesn't mean her struggles; she means her heart.

Because she's never felt so free and liberated as she did the last few months.

She trembled slightly under his heavy gaze and as his finger played with a strand of her that was on her shoulder.

It was unexpected and it made her blood run cold.

"And what is it that you need?"

Ashlyn thought about it- thought about it. The answer was simple, and it wasn't one that she had ever expected to be the answer to all her issues. She knew exactly what it was that she wanted.

"Everything."

If it included Bucky and all the love he had to offer, she would take the world for him.

Barnes bit his bottom lip and nodded, looking once more out the window.

"Perfect. Look I think you'll be perfect for this job more than you think. If anything I'm going to want your help, but it's something that can only stay between us. It will make you happy and it will help you."

He knew she'd break eventually, and so would his ungrateful son.

"Of course, anything."

Mr. Barnes sighed.

"Look, Bucky's a great kid, as I'm sure you know. But he's got some weaknesses. He thinks too much with his heart," this makes her frown, "I'm going to want you to work under my eye, and there are certain tasks you might have to do that at first won't make sense to you, but in the long run, you will see it pay off. That is if I choose you to stay."

She doesn't know exactly what he means.

"It will help me?" Her voice shook with uncertainty.

"Yes."

___

The flight was three hours delayed. They waited in the AMEX lounge, but still.

Ashlyn hated to fly, so an added three hours of stalling and having imaginary scenarios of the aircraft falling out of the sky did nothing to help soothe her.

She was excited about Paris. She had never been, but to add to her nerves about flying she had also been a bit worried about going alone with Mr. Barnes.

She still did not get the best of feelings from him. She was even more caught off guard when they finally began to board and a random guy came to sit next to them.

"You made it," George says.

Ashlyn looks up to meet a pair of pretty blue eyes. When they meet there's a slight pause on the guy's face, as if he was caught off guard.

"Ashlyn, this is Connor Taylor. Connor, Ashlyn."

"Nice to meet you, Ashlyn," Connor says with genuine kindness.

"Ashlyn here is new to the business, we're bringing her along to show her the ropes. She'll also work as my assistant." George says.

For a second there's a look of confusion on Connor's face, but then it quickly goes away and he nods.

"Understood. I just thought it would be us, but it's nice to have some added company. Makes the flight more fun, for sure." Connor says.

Ashlyn grimaces.

"I don't know about that."

"You don't like to fly?"

"I hate it."

"You'll be fine, I promise," Connor says.

"So we'll be meeting up with Hank and Stark, is what I hear?" Ashlyn asks, trying to get service on her phone for the umpteenth time. Something was happening to her wifi in this airport.

"Correct. They are our biggest partners, but we're trying to get a bigger share. Things aren't going to be looking too bright in the next few years, so we just want to be safe." Connor explains. Ashlyn nods.

"Well, we're about to board, you guys can chat more on the flight, huh? And guess what, your seats are right next to each other." George says, standing up and making his way to the gate.

Thankfully, after two drinks and a Benadryl, Ashlyn passes out. She ends up sleeping through the majority of the overnight flight, only waking up when the pilot finally announces their approaching descent.

"Looks like you made it, Ash." The sweet voice surprises her half-asleep state before she looks up to meet Connors' eyes. He's smiling at her, pulling his headphones out.

She looks away and sighs.

Made it, indeed.

__

She can't understand what he's doing or why he's doing it, but she's scared. She wants to run out of there and scream. She wants to grab her phone and call Bucky. She hates this. She hates how powerless she is against him because he's this prestigious figure, so they'd never believe her, let alone the shame.

She was shaking.

She should've gone with her gut. She knew something was going on, but she didn't listen to her gut.

The night started as the other two.

They went to meetings, then she'd come back and help return his emails or organize his schedule.

But this time when she had turned to go into her room, he had stopped her.

"Hi, Mr. Barnes. Was there something I missed?" She asked. There was something dark in his eyes when he looked away from her and shook his head. She watched as he slowly raised his hand and beckoned her with his finger.

She looks around the hallway to see it was empty. Even Connor had already gone to bed. She was unsure.

She hesitates as she feels his eyes take her in.

"You didn't miss anything, sweetheart. But I would like to speak to you for a bit," he walks a few more feet back until his hand is around the golden doorknob in his room. She gulps when he asks, "You coming in or what?"

Slowly, she meets him at his door. When they're inside, George is already making his way to the curtains at the far end. He closes them. She watches him unmoving, terrified.

He removes his suit jacket, tossing it on the bed, and then he unbuttons his shirt. Next, he goes to unbutton his pants.

She's never felt as powerless as she did right then.

She could simply turn around and run right now. But who would believe her? What if they didn't because she was just a girl and he was a world-famous lawyer/politician? What if Bucky left her? Hell, he'd leave her if she stayed, too. This was bad.

"I need you to come here," Mr. Barnes says sternly. He unzips his pants and looks her in the eye, "Now."

"Mr. Barnes. Please." Ashlyn could already feel the tears building in her throat.

"Lock the door." He says.

Her bottom lip trembles as she reaches her arm behind her to lock the door.

The hot tears that fill her eyes and the burning pain in her heartbreak tear her apart the second she sees him pull himself out.

Against her wishes and by the power of dominance and abuse of power, she was sexually assaulted that night for the first time by her millionaire boss. She would never tell anyone.

She sobbed when she ended up between his legs, his hands on her waist and how own hands in his hair.

They wouldn't listen to me. They wouldn't believe me.

She cried the entire time and George pretended like it wasn't even happening.

In the back of her head, she had that burning guilt of the remainder of her boyfriend whose heart she was indirectly breaking. He would never forgive her.

She ruined it.

When she couldn't breathe, she pushed George away.

"Mr. Barnes, this is wrong."

"Remember that test I was telling you about? This is it, Ashlyn. If you can do this, you can do anything. And you can have anything you want."

She wanted to be cured, she wanted to be okay again like when she was a child. She hated being sad, and despite this being terrible, absolutely horrible— she couldn't help but wonder if he was right. Bucky would never have to find out, and the only thing that seemed to make her better was what Mr. Barnes was offering her. Everything; because it reminded her of Bucky; her love.

He was right. Wasn't he?

She felt a heavy knot in her throat.

She loved him so much. This would break him.

"You can't tell Bucky."

"No. Never. That would ruin everything."

She took in his words and after a few more seconds succumbed to his 'test'.

To his fucking sexual assault.

"I can't do this. Please."

"Do it."

She'd gone down on him and she had felt disgusted with herself. When he was finished, she wanted to run out of that room and call Bucky, tell him she loved him. Because she did. She was filthy and disgusting for what she did but what the hell was she supposed to do?

The guilt ate away at her.

There was no turning back.

Her heart was shattered.

She turned away and wiped her mouth one more time on the back of her hand when that husky voice from behind her started again.

"Have you ever owned a five thousand dollar purse before?"

It was such an odd question to ask.

"No."

"It'd look good on you. I'll take you tomorrow to get one."

Her brows furrowed.

"I don't have five thousand dollars."

"Yes, yes you do."

The second he said it everything in her head finally clicked.

Anything she wanted really could be hers.

This man was slowly killing her, never had she thought she would be a victim of something like this, but at the same time, he was being so nice to her. Was this a trick? Was it a manipulation? Was this a way to make her think that what she was doing was okay?

It was wrong.

She could feel her stomach turning again and she looked away from him, sobbing silently.

"Come on, sweetheart, don't be that way."

"I need to go." She says quickly, running out of the room.

She cried uncontrollably as she ran into her room and slammed the door closed behind her. She slides down against it.

She wouldn't do it again. A stupid purse would do nothing. That's not the kind of woman she was.

Accept that she had already done it.

Heavy sobs rack through her chest as she slams her head and back against the door.

"I'm so sorry." She whimpered, wiping her nose behind her hand. She doesn't know how many minutes of her just crying pass by until a knock startles her.

"Ash?"

Connor.

[Little would she know that sometime later, she did get used to it. Maybe she became numb or broken enough, or maybe she did genuinely believe that the material made everything okay. Her happiness soon became bigger than the pain she felt for cheating on Bucky. Even if it was his father.]

Next Chapter

A/N: Trust me. We're just getting started. Also, this story won't just be flashbacks as you can tell. We will be in the present soon enough once the other sides are fully told. Bucky x Reader ARE Endgame, still. That doesn't mean you aren't at liberty, though, to ship whoever you want. Go wild. Go free! But, yes, trust the process if you're having different feelings right now. It will connect. By the way, despite Bucky X Reader always being endgame, I do have a special place in my heart for Bucky and Ashlyn in a way I hope some will learn to understand.

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buckleys, am i right? rated: G | wc: 1.5k

what eddie and chim talk about when they go to the diner after 6x02

also on ao3

Eddie and Chimney don’t spend a lot of time just the two of them. Not for any particular reason, but Chimney usually spends his downtime with Maddie or Hen, and Eddie does his best to keep his heart from crawling into his throat every time he’s away from Buck.

But Hen’s been in a weird space with her finals, barely enough energy to stand without swaying, and Buck’s reeling from the loss on the scene, so Eddie and Chimney get a table for two at Larry’s Diner and try to ignore the awkward stillness.

The waitress comes by, a small girl with blue glasses and a chirpy demeanor. Eddie gets eggs and bacon, sunny side up and the strips extra crispy. 

Chimney, because he is who he is, gets a large stack of pancakes.

They’ve been to this diner a few times, usually with more people. Typically, Eddie’s fondly smacking Buck’s hand away when he tries to steal Eddie’s bacon, despite having some still on his plate. Hen and Chim have their silent eyebrow conversations, which usually ends in Hen rolling her eyes and giving Chimney a slice of her french toast.

At least he asks. Even if he does it silently. 

“So,” Chim starts, folding his hands on the top of the table. “We don’t really do this,” he points out with a tilt of his head.

Eddie chuckles, leaning back in his seat, mug of coffee in one hand. “No, not really.”

“Is it weird?”

Eddie considers it for a moment.

In a way, it sort of is. Eddie’s seen Chim at some of his lowest moments, and Chim might not have been in the room while Eddie desperately clutched a baseball bat between his white-knuckled fists, but he knows. He’s the heart of their station, of course he knows, but it’s one thing to have Chim rush over to him after a well collapses on top of him, and it’s another to make easy conversation over breakfast.

Though, in another way, it really isn’t. 

“It doesn’t have to be,” Eddie settles on, taking a sip of his coffee. “How’s Jee-Yun?” he asks, because kids are safe. Eddie could talk about Christopher for days on end, and he knows Chim can do the same for his daughter.

Predictably, he lights up, adjusting himself in his seat. 

“She’s great. I mean, she’s so big now, it’s kind of crazy. It feels like just yesterday I was holding her for the first time, and now she can say words and walk and—man, it’s probably the best and worst feeling in the world at the same time.”

Eddie shakes his head, smiling down at the table before meeting Chimney’s eyes.

He gets it. Gets it down to the bone, down to the blood in his veins. Christopher is eleven and six and a newborn, and it’s scary. It’s scary, but it’s the best thing he’s ever done. The only thing that matters.

The only thing that even comes close is loving Buck.

Not that they’re ready for that, but Eddie knows they will be. Buck went from hating him to being his best friend in the space between a breath, but it’s easy to trust a friendship. Your entire heart isn’t sitting on a platter, you’re not giving anyone ammunition to put another bullet through your shoulder.

But, god, it’ll be worth it. When they get there—because it’s a when, not an if, Eddie’s sure of that much—it’ll be the low simmer of homemade caramel, it’ll be the quiet sizzle of butter on a hot pan, and it’s a good thing they’re at breakfast, because Eddie’s clearly only thinking about food. 

“I get it, man. I wasn’t there for a lot of Christopher’s early milestones, but I remember the day he was born. The sterile smell of the hospital, the harsh lights—you don’t forget it.”

Chimney laughs, their conversation pausing so their waitress can drop off their food. 

“I don’t want to forget it, honestly,” Chimney says, picking up right where they left off. “She’s growing up so fast, the thought of forgetting any of it feels like a punch to the gut.” 

“It does. I wasn’t there, but I still remember Christopher’s smiling face on the other side of the screen. He was so small…sometimes I can’t believe I wasn’t there, but I gotta remember I’m lucky I get to be here now.”

“You should talk to Maddie. That was almost freaky, that’s basically exactly how she feels about her PPD.”

Eddie doesn’t know what to say to that, if he’s being honest. He knows Maddie because he knows Buck, and her impact is in everything he does. He loves her for that, has considered sending her a gift basket for raising Buck to be the person he is on more than one occasion. 

But he doesn’t know Maddie.

He doesn’t think he’d mind it, though.

“Honestly? That might be nice.”

Chimney's smile is a little shocked, clearly not expecting the answer.

“Really? That’s awesome, man, I’ll let her know.”

“How is Maddie, by the way?”

The glint in Chimney’s eyes is dangerous and all too knowing. He takes a bite of his pancakes, moaning far too loud for a public setting at the maple syrup. 

He doesn’t bother swallowing before he asks, because when does Chimney ever?

“How’s Buck?”

Eddie splutters, and feels his face turning bright red. He’d blend in with the ladder truck if they were back at the station. He takes a bite of his eggs to distract from the way Chim’s eyebrows keep climbing. 

“No way,” he says, fork clattering against the plate. Chimney laughs incredulously. Eddie sits frozen, unsure of how to react. “I didn’t think—”

“Buck’s good,” Eddie interrupts. “He, uh, he’s helping Chris with an art assignment, so my house is currently littered with art supplies. And–and he’s been trying to cook more elaborate dinners, which. Is really nice, actually. He made Bobby’s lasagna a little while ago, and it was, y’know. Good.”

“That lasagna takes hours.” 

“Chris and I helped,” he says sheepishly.

Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever seen Chim look so bright eyed and mischievous in his life.

“I mean—I thought, y’know? Because Buck only talks about you and Chris when he comes over for dinner, and Maddie’s been suspicious for a while, but he’s never been anything but straight.” Chim takes a bit of his food. “Or, at least, that we know of. Is he?”

“Um, we haven’t talked about it? And I wouldn’t out him, either, but I think so? I hope so, at least.”

“But you are. Not straight, I mean. Because you’re in love with him.” 

And it’s not like Eddie could deny it if he tried.

And trust him, he’s tried.

“Yeah,” he breathes out, tilting his head back. The lighting in Larry’s is warm and soft, but the morning sun shines bright through the window, and Eddie has to blink away little black spots in his vision when he turns back to Chim.

“Buckleys, am I right?” Chimney offers when it’s clear Eddie’s at a loss for what to say. He hasn’t admitted it out to anyone, but it feels right to admit it to Chim.

“God, you really are. Something about them.”

Chimney points a syrup covered fork at him. “Don’t go getting any ideas, though. Maddie’s mine.” “I have my own Buckley, thanks.”

Chimney hums. “You sound pretty sure about that.”

Eddie is. He and Buck were doomed, destined, fated to fall in love from the start. There was a lifetime of obstacles, but Eddie’s at the fucking finish line, and he can see Buck coming up just behind him. 

They’ll get their happy ending. Eddie’s not doubting that.

“I am. I mean, he’s already basically Christopher’s second parent.”

Realization dawns on Chimney’s face.

“You baby trapped him,” he says, his laughter bordering on a cackle.

Eddie laughs, too, floaty and bubbly and so happy to be able to have this conversation out loud.

“Not on purpose? One day he was my best friend, the next day I was falling in love with him and making him my son’s other father.” 

“Therapy’s really working for you, man. That was more honesty and vulnerability than I think I know what to do with. Especially from you.”

He grins, smiling down at his plate.

“Yeah, well.”

“You know,” Chim starts, looking at him pointedly. “Someone once told me tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone, and if you love someone you should tell them.”

“Didn’t I say that?”

Chimney shrugs, “Someone’s gotta give you your own advice.”

Eddie rolls his eyes with a smile, finishing the coffee. 

Soon, he figures, thinking of inviting Buck over later so they can watch a movie to get his mind off the call. Thinks of Buck smiling in Eddie’s kitchen, beer bottle pressed against his lips. Thinks of Buck’s shoulder brushing against his as they cook, the look on his face when Chris gives him a hug like he hasn’t been his parent for years.

Yeah. Soon. 

[sharpbutsoft]

Here to interrupt your editing (take breaks, you deserve them):

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

🧿what steps do you take to not take things personally if a fic doesn't do well, or if your writing/posting/sharing experience isn't going how you'd like it to?

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Appreciate the interruption as always (and also the fact that, weirdly, procrastinating answering this ask gave me a boost of editing energy)

🌈 I mean, I’d like to say my steddie big band fic Road To Nowhere, however I was on here whinging for the entire 8 month process so idk how much of a secret it was lol.

There’s also the time loop fic I’m currently working on/despairing about as I’m certain its just riddled with plot holes but every time I try to edit it I start getting confused

🧿 I have a pretty active social life irl so where possible I like to post right before I’m heading out. Can’t obsessively check Ao3 if I’m out in the pub with friends, and it’s a great way to remind myself that whole fandom culture is fun, it’s not everything.

Of course, at the end of the day I’m only human and I crave that sweet sweet validation so I will do things like resharing links to my work just in case people missed it the first time.

💌 Okay so even though I complained about it earlier, I am definitely most excited right now about my Buddie time loop fic!

As I said, it needs some work, but here’s an excerpt from one of the loops (and sorry again to everyone who originally followed be for steddie/st. Thanks for sticking around on the detour :)

“Okay, something happened,” Hen says to Buck after watching him mope around for the first hours of their shift. It’s not even a question. He’s pale, dull eyed, and listless. Exhaustion radiates from him in waves, and before he can even reply she’s checking his forehead with the back of her hand. “No temperature.”

Buck batts her away, scrubs at his face and smiles thinly at her. It doesn’t reach his eyes.

“I’m fine.”

“I know you wouldn’t lie to me, Buckley,” she says, cocking a brow like she does when Denny takes an extra cookie from the jar and lies about it. Or when Karen does the same. No wonder they’re always running out. “What’s up?”

Buck looks around, uncharacteristically paranoid, and once he seems satisfied they won’t be overheard, he speaks.

“Do you ever feel like everything’s pointless? Like no matter what you do you’re just going to keep making the same mistakes over, and over, and over again?”

So, that’s not what Hen expected. At all.

“Is this about Abby?” She knows Buck’s been down ever since she left, is convinced they're on a break and that any day now she’s going to come back and resume things.

“No.” Buck cocks his head to the side like it hadn’t even occurred to him. Maybe he’s even further in denial than she’d thought. “Maybe? But I don’t think so.”

“You know, it’s not uncommon to experience feelings of depression and despair on the job right? The LAFD has people you can talk to, might help some?

“I don’t know if a therapist can help me with this.”

Writer Asks

[kissmeaboutit]

For the Buddie prompts my little angsty heart immediatelyyyy perked up at “Leave me alone” and “I needed you” 🥺

Hi hi!! Thanks so much for the prompt! I'd love to do more so if anyone has ideas totally send them my way!(See my last post for some examples and ideas)

And thank you to my friend Risa for reading this over for me!!

It happened on a Tuesday. Buck entered the station fifteen minutes late, something rare for him. The team was seated upstairs, except Eddie who had stood over the balcony the second he heard the sounds of Buck's footsteps down below. His face looked pensive, like he was trying to get a read on Buck from above.

Buck made it up the last step after changing, his shoulders hunched. He looked like he barely slept. The team followed him with their eyes as he poured himself a cup of coffee. 

"Hey, Buck? You aren't usually so late, is everything okay?" Bobby asked gently. Usually he was one to scold his team for tardiness, but he could sense this was different. Buck also wasn't one to be late. Buck was quiet as he put the coffee pot back and started adding to his mug. 

He hummed. "Guess so."

The team exchanged glances, each having some sort of silent conversation. Buck drank half of his coffee before heading downstairs to start on his chores,looking for a distraction of any kind.

He proceeded to avoid talking to anyone about the whole thing, not wanting to get into it right now. Or ever for that matter. He worked efficiently on calls, and to a stranger Buck seemed perfectly fine.

Eddie knew better.

Eddie wanted nothing more than to confront Buck. Not now, he told himself, instead pushing on as he looked at his best friend longingly. He wished to smooth a thumb under his eyes and wipe away the dark smudges there. To kiss his birthmark gently until he felt better.

Their last call of the day went badly. The type of call that has everyone silent and still on the ride home. Car accident with a mom and her two kids. All DOA.The gruesome scene had left them all with a  sort of haunted look in their eyes as they hopped out of the truck, going to wash up and head home. 

Eddie was glad that he had a scheduled movie night with Buck and Chris, it would be good for them to spend time with each other. Eddie was heading to the locker room when Buck passed him on his way out. Eddie's brows furrowed at how quickly he was leaving. "Hey-" Eddie gently grabbed Buck's arm which made him flinch a bit. Eddie slowly let go. "Hey, you are still coming over for movie night, right?"

Buck rubbed at his neck, adjusting the bag on his shoulder. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, sorry, I'll be there. See you later."Before Eddie could think of a reply, Buck was already walking away.. He stood there for a moment to watch his retreating form before finally going to change and head home.

Usually on their movie nights, Eddie got home and ordered food. Buck often wasn’t far behind with a six-pack of beer. Tonight, like any other night, Eddie stepped inside and found his son. He hugged Chris extra tight, kissing his curls gently. Finally, he sent him to finish homework while he ordered food. Twenty minutes passed, and there was no Buck in sight. Eddie frowned a bit as he checked his phone, no new messages. Traffic most likely. Even if Buck left before him. Definitely traffic.

Then the food arrived. Eddie was disappointed that the man at the door wasn't Buck. 

To: Buck 6:47pm

Hey man...you on your way?

Eddie chewed his nail as he took the food out and placed it on the table. He had ordered from Buck's favorite Italian place. "Chris? Wash your hands please," he called to his son, trying to ease the growing knot in his stomach.

From: Buck 7:18pm

sorry. can't make it

"Dad! Do you think Buck will want to watch Brother Bear?" Chris called from the living room where he was now picking out a movie. Eddie quickly felt his worry turn to anger.  Buck was standing them up.The frustration built as he recalled their day and Buck’s behavior. He should have known by the way that Buck avoided his eyes at the station that he was lying.

Eddie tamped down the swirl of emotions and took a deep breath, rounding the corner into the living room to face his son. "Chris, hey bud. Uh, Buck isn't going to make it tonight," Eddie said as he took a seat next to him. 

Chris' shoulders slumped at the words. He looked back at the screen where he was hovering over the play button, dropping the remote on the couch and getting up. 

"I'm going to work on my project," Chris said before excusing himself. Eddie completely forgot that Buck had offered to help Chris finish it up tonight. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, sinking into the couch and staring at the TV. Eddie really needed this tonight. Just like Chris did. He knew Buck did too.

Which is why the next  morning after Eddie dropped Chris off at school, he stopped at Buck’s loft. He didn’t bother to knock as he used his key to unlock the door and let himself in. 

“Buck?” he called as he shut the door behind him. He started up the stairs, listening for any sounds. When he reached the top he was met with the sight of Buck curled in the middle of his bed, his hand smoothed over a tiny LAFD onesie. His eyes were open and red as his finger trailed over the lettering.

“What is going on, Buck?” Eddie stepped closer, brows furrowed. 

Buck didn’t even look up at him, just stopped his hand and let out a slow breath. “Leave me alone, Eddie,” he grunted out.

Eddie’s eyes narrowed. “No. You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to shut me out. What the hell happened last night, huh? You just bail on me and Chris without saying anything? You knew at the station you weren't coming.” He shook his head, letting out a humorless laugh.

“C’mon Eddie, it’s one night. Can you just fuck off for one day?” Buck rolled over to the other side of the bed, back to Eddie now. 

Eddie tossed his hands in the air and got onto the bed, pushing Buck onto his back. He pinned his arms down. “Look at me when I'm talking to you. What the hell is your deal?!”

There was a moment of resistance before Buck gave up and stared up at him. “The kid isn’t mine. Okay? I-fuck. The timeline ended up being off, the baby is Connor’s. I should be happy for them! I should, but I-” His eyes glossed over. “This was my only shot. I know this baby wouldn’t have been mine, but I figured it was probably my only chance for-”

“Are you joking right now?” Eddie felt even more furious than when he had come here. “Are you serious? I-God, I needed you! I needed you last night. That call ruined me and then Chris…he was so devastated that you ditched him. You are such a dick, Buck. You already have a son, and you bailed on him to mope over a baby you were never going to have any connection with?” Eddie hissed out.

Buck stared up at him, his mouth parted as if he couldn’t move. “He’s not-”

“He is, Evan. He is your son. He loves you like you are his dad. If you can’t see that then I don’t know what to tell you. Your son needs you. So suck it up, stop mourning a child that wasn’t yours. Then, come home with me,” Eddie whispered.

Buck blinked back tears, swallowing hard. Their position was becoming more noticeable now that he was thinking thoughts again. “You’re right. I… I think I was using this baby to mourn the family that I wished I had.”

“Why are you saying ‘wished’, huh? We are right here, stupid.” Eddie let Buck’s wrists go and brought both hands to cup at his face. “We are right here, and we love you. I love you.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Buck’s lips, feeling the hitch in Buck’s breath and moving back barely an inch to gauge Buck’s response. After a moment of shock, Buck bridged the tiny gap to return it.  Buck’s hands lightly twisted in Eddie’s shirt.

“If you want a baby so badly, I'll give you as many as you want. If you stop being a dick,” Eddie teased against his mouth. Buck let out a wet laugh, laying his head back into the bed. He reached up to brush at a tear that rolled down Eddie’s face and kept his hand there.  Despite his joking tone, the emotion in his voice was thick. The happy light in Buck’s eyes turned into something more sober as he continued stroking his thumb along Eddie’s cheekbone. “I am  sorry, Eddie. For last night, and for today. For doubting you guys. I love you, too.” Buck pulled Eddie back towards his lips. “You are my family. The only family I need,” he whispered as their lips connected.

They spent a few more minutes getting acquainted with each other's mouths before Buck  pulled away, still keeping their faces close and looking breathlessly wrecked. ”Hey, I just wanted to talk for a minute. As fantastic as this feels, I need to get some words out.” Buck’s knuckles gently trailed up and down Eddie’s arm. He watched the goosebumps that raised on the tanned skin. “I know I already apologized. It just doesn’t feel like enough. You guys mean the absolute world to me. I can’t even put it into words.”

“I get that.” Eddie smoothed his thumb under the dark puffy patch under Buck’s eye, just like he imagined doing  yesterday. “It feels like too much for words.”

Buck nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I know I need to learn to wake up and realize when I have something good in front of me. I need to stop thinking I don’t deserve you. I do. Because…” Buck looked up at him then, his wide eyes shining and serious, “God dammit I fucking deserve you.” Buck’s voice got louder, as if trying to convince himself.

Eddie smiled softly at him, shaking his head in amusement. “You do deserve me. I deserve you too. If therapy taught me anything it’s that I should go for the things I want. I deserve to be happy. You make me happy.”

The lump got bigger as Buck swallowed around it. He nodded a few times as the tears started up and he scoffed. “Fucking hell, don’t tell anyone about how much I’m crying today. You just make me so…” The words got lost on him as he stared up at Eddie. “How are you so beautiful?”

Eddie’s eyes widened a bit and his head ducked in embarrassment. “Uh, I dunno. Ask my parents? Actually maybe I should be asking you the same question,” he teased, leaning down to kiss his birthmark. “How are you so beautiful, Evan Buckley?”

“Shut up, You are so annoying.” Buck grinned, not looking even the slightest bit annoyed.

Eddie laughed loudly and finally dropped beside him, toeing off his shoes. “Okay, Buckley. We have T-minus 6 hours till we have to pick up our son. And you, my dear, need the longest nap of your life.” He pulled Buck into his chest, kissing his curls and not missing the way Buck beamed at the words as he snuggled into Eddie’s chest and flung an arm around his torso.

Buck’s eyes shut almost immediately after, though. He was truly exhausted, but still managed a few last words. “M’kay. We get Chris, and then go home?”

Eddie smiled into his hair. “Yeah, then we go home.”

[lovecolibri]

SaL anon here friend (loving the wizard wear, particularly the dragon ring 🐉❤) with our song for this week's heart-wrenching episode, Intermission. This isn't the most hopeful of SaL songs, but I think it's appropriate given the struggles of Hen and Buck, both trying to find an equilibrium between versions of themselves. For Hen it's very explicit, we literally end on her having to choose "side a or side b", while the ease Buck was seeking all episode gets upended with Lev's final thoughts.

Sorry this took me an extra day to get to, we were out of town and got back late though it was worth the drive for a delicious meal and lots of tea and an excuse to dress up! I didn’t get the bracelets in the picture, and the ring is actually a willow tree but I might have a dragon ring somewhere. I used to get a fandom jewelry box once a month for a year or two so I have a ton of random and fun fandom pieces that come in handy when I want to match whatever theme the tea room is doing that month! Then, Friday was a draining work day and I wanted to come into this one fresh because this song is one of my favorites so I figure a cozy Saturday morning over tea is just right! (I got their Darcy and Elizabeth tea during their Jane Austen tea last month and it is delightful!)

So we have talked about this song once before that I could find, and it was also about 911 and Buck/Eddie after the hostage situation last season so that’s fun! I’m excited to revisit it now when we see Hen and Buck in these transitional periods.

i’m so tired but i can’t sleep. my mind is full but i can’t speak. among the dust of the hard-to-reach, i’m stuck right here, somewhere between side a and side b.

i could call it compromise or just an intermission. some kind of consolation prize for the race i never finished.

Okay so right away I’m thinking about that scene in the loft with Hen and Buck. Buck looks that kind of exhausted-wired where he can’t sleep so he’s researching, trying to find the secret of happiness. I find it interesting that he’s not the one who brings up what he’s reading, he waits for Hen to engage first and once he feels like he has permission, then he starts asking the questions he’s been holding in. We all know Buck is feeling stuck in this limbo after his relationship ended and he’s scared to make a wrong move forward. I’m also thinking of that chair from last week that he moved into the couch space, a consolation prize for now, but we see it only seats one and that’s not what Buck is looking for long term!

Then we have the Hen of it all, running herself ragged, the other end of the spectrum where she WANTS to sleep but cannot allow herself to, lest she fall behind. And her mind is so full of all the things she has going on that you can see she doesn’t really want to continue this conversation with Buck, but she takes a moment anyway because he’s family and clearly something is up. She really will make an amazing captain someday when she’s ready to take that on. She’s constantly switching from captain mode to medical student mode to mom/wife/friend mode, making compromises where she can to try and juggle everything when Bobby ends up gone longer than originally planned. This limbo as we see by the end of the episode is not sustainable for her! 

i want to turn these tired gears. i want to feel the follow-through, some kind of equilibrium… something to set my watch to.

i’m here, somewhere between victory and a white flag. caught in this purgatory dream, i’m stuck.

Buck is looking for a steady presence in his life because he never felt settled before and now he has a job he loves and people he loves but he’s looking for that constant at home too. We saw it last season with him coming home alone watching his gf on TV and how deflated he looked. The thing is, he’s already set his watch to something, and that’s the Diaz boys! We see his kitchen bright and cheery and full of life, with him spending hours (and several previous tries) to feed the people he loves, and more than that, while this might be the first Buckley-Diaz family dinner WE’RE seeing on screen, the completely comfortable vibes show us that this is a regular occurrence, and Eddie and Chris are completely at home in Buck’s space. (Also, the concept of “time” and “watches” surrounding Buddie definitely had my ears perking up at that line!) Buck spent last season being caught between pushing through and not giving up on a relationship that was all give and gradually draining him of life and “giving up” which he thinks is failure when really he was setting himself free! But now he’s in this limbo of looking for something while not realizing it’s been right in front of him this whole time! 

 I loved seeing Hen’s phone, constantly lighting up with her schedule of activities, trying to follow through on all her commitments, setting her watch by what everything and everyone else needs from her, and in that, pushing aside what SHE needs and in the end, she’s left feeling like she let everyone down. Hen is definitely in her purgatory dream right now! The things she wants are within her sights, but she’s now having to face the possibility of waiving the white flag on something or risking losing everything. 

but i want to set the record straight, i want to retrace my every step. if i could just rewind all the tapes then maybe i’d find my loose thread.

call it a compromise or just an intermission. some kind of consolation prize, so close, but never finished.

i want to turn these tired gears. i want to feel the follow-through, some kind of equilibrium… something to set my watch to.

That first bit is hitting RIGHT in the Buck feels, because Hen knows where she went wrong, she took on too much. But Buck, Buck is looking back over every decision trying to find where things when wrong so he can keep from making the same mistake. And doing that can be healthy and a learning experience! However Buck is clearly obsessing about not making the same mistakes, going without so he doesn’t pick the wrong “couch” again, and tying to research binge his way though this struggle to find a perfect “answer” to how to be happy. I want to very, very gently shake him. I find it interesting that in his quest to not repeat the same mistakes, we have him put in a situations similar to so many of his other past “mistakes”, not things that were ever his fault, but left him feeling like he failed anyways. We have the victim buried in a collapsed tunnel with shrapnel in his shoulder, and we have not only a crush injury, but also one involving an older man, with people he’s known for decades. A man that puts his own safety on hold to allow a kid to be saved, and then feels his purpose has been served and dies while Buck desperately gives compressions. It’s A LOT and such a mashing together of so many awful moments in Buck’s life that it’s no wonder he’s such a mess! I look forward to where this storyline is going for him this season.

As for Hen, she’s coming up on making some hard decisions and while I think we’ll see her choose to stay at the 118 now that she knows being captain is a possibility for her, it’s going to be painful to see her letting that other dream of medical school go. I’m curious to see if they will end up letting her do both, just to keep that route open in case Aisha decides to leave at some point (please god let this show wrap up naturally and not drag out until all the mains are gone or utterly unrecognizable, I am literally begging, do not do this to my family!) Hen is looking for equilibrium now and finding a balance that’s sustainable and I’m excited to see where that journey takes us, especially since we’re getting some good Henren scenes this season!

Excellent choice as always my friend! 

[theladyyavilee]

me: *posts fic literally 10 minutes after I finish writing it, less than an hour before the episode, because I couldn’t bear waiting*

also me: *can’t sleep at 7am and starts thinking about how the ending of the fic feels rushed because I WAS feeling rushed and how there is still stuff missing and how people are gonna hate that because I WOULD HATE THAT and has a small breakdown over it*

also also me: *ads another 1.5k scene to her already too long fic FOR REASONS*

(well, I guess I had to put all my gardening knowledge SOMEWHERE after all, huh?)

(also also also, if anyone was ever wondering about the ways in which I am just SO WEIRD, this is one of them 🙃)

[eremiie]

pretty for the camera

❥ nsfw | 4.8k words | camboy!eren x reader

❥ content - breeding kink, exhibitionism, choking, dumbification

❥ you had no problem just being behind the scenes of eren’s little livestreams until you catch a glimpse of his comment section. maybe it was time he needed to bring on a guest.

based on this ask here!

ty to @murmikaa @arlerted for beta reading, ily guys!

ewrose: wanna replace ur hand w mine

min1103: fuck u look so good

yasminab: holding my phone with one hand rn

lyssa1997: if only i was there to help you out<3

you made a disgruntled sound as you scrolled through the comment section of eren's live. it was comment after comment, and even though your face would scrunch up in displeasure at each lewd remark, you continued to let your finger drag across the screen to see more.

you didn't know why it made your stomach turn, you were the one who told eren it was okay. you told him you were fine with him recording videos of himself for the internet to see, you told him you were okay with him live streaming while you twisted in a chair in the corner of the room.

you had no reason to be upset when he was the one who repeatedly said, "are you sure, baby? i don't have to do this." and you repeatedly brushed him off and said it was fine. on the plus side, it put a few extra bucks in his pockets for the both of you.

you weren't the jealous type. if you were you probably wouldn't even be able to sit in the same room with him as his hand worked himself in front of a camera in front of hundreds of people. but it was something about the way they talked so explicitly about what belonged to you that made you pout, that made you sink into the chair and glance eren's way one too many times.

but what good would come out of you complaining? watching eren with envy as if he didn't fuck you good every other night— as if that couldn't be you beside him, showing his stream what belonged to you, or better yet having him show his stream what belonged to him.

your legs falls from the seat of the chair until your toes touch the carpet. your hand slips under eren's shirt that you wore, unclasping your flimsy bra and letting it fall around your waist. grabbing the hem of the shirt, you scrunch it between your hands and pull it over the top of your head. once you're in nothing but your panties, you stand up from the chair, making as little noise as possible and toeing over to stand next to the camera.

catching sight of him again almost left you awestruck. the imagery of his head being thrown back and him grunting while his attention lied on the tip of his cock. he must've felt you staring at him because he pulls forward again, half-lidded green eyes meeting yours, making you blink a few times and snap out of the trance he put you in.

catching sight of him again almost left you awestruck. the imagery of his head being thrown back and him grunting while his attention lied on the tip of his cock. he must've felt you staring at him because he pulls forward again, half-lidded green eyes meeting yours, making you blink a few times and snap out of the trance he put you in.

a warm smile was thrown his way and his gaze trails down your body, taking every inch of you in before he looks to the camera. It's amusing how he quirked his brow when his eyes met yours again.

you didn't blame him. you had never done this before, never had the courage to do this. but once again, it needed to be known that you were an actual person, that there was someone behind the camera that got eren's attention when it was off.

he doesn't speak and doesn't even try to, he just lets his eyes tell you all about it so subtly. you were interrupting his stream but he couldn't let the people watching know that.

your finger points to the camera while your other hand trails from the curve of your breasts to the soft skin of your stomach, passing the hem of your underwear and rubbing at the fabric, a silent message to eren that you hope he'd understand.

eren's hand slows in his strokes and his tongue smoothed over his bottom lip, eyes meeting yours again. a raise of his eyebrow asks you if you were sure. you've never joined one of his streams before; this is a first and he wanted you to be certain.

miathesl4t: what is he doing

mochibts: ??? the show must go on

you nod your head and step one foot forward, pausing for a moment until eren scoots back on the bed. he lets go of himself and watches you saunter over until you stop between his legs.

you're aware that hundreds of eyes were on you now. they're probably studying the curve and dimples of your back, the cotton fabric of your underwear, and the soft skin that only eren got to feel under his hands.

the light highlighted every dip of your body and every inch of you while the camera stared at you so dauntingly. it made your body tense. you want to shy away, but this was a decision that you made. you get as close to eren as possible, wanting to feel his skin up against yours to feel that comfort that he brought to you, help you ease up.

yasminab: wait who's that

mayle.e: omg um???

your leg swings over one side of him, then the other, straddling his lap. warm hands settle on your hips while his cock sat taut against his stomach between you both.

"what's up?" he murmurs, only low enough for you to hear.

your hands come up to cup his jaw, tan skin hot in your grasp. he turns his head to press his lips to your hand,softening up at the feel of you. he almost completely forgets he's recording because that's the effect you alone have on him.

his reputation precedes him— someone who has never met him before, who only knows him from his streams, his filthy videos, and pictures would say something completely different about him than you would.

you, however, knew how tender he could be, how loving he could be. you also knew what he put up for the camera wasn't completely a sham because well... you've experienced it first hand, and you reckoned if you asked kindly you could experience it again.

"want you to fuck me." your nearly whispering to him as you spoke.

"on camera?" he's not taken aback, he knew that you knew what you were getting into the second you stepped foot in front of the camera. if you wanted to back out now he wouldn't mind. he'd never force you to do something you didn't want— even if it would disappoint the watchers, even if it would disturb his live.

"on camera." you roll your hips forward, his hands on either side of you tightening as he hums. pink lips press against your shoulder before he rests his head on it, verdigris eyes meeting the camera again with a small smirk.

"we have a guest guys." his voice is sing-song, eren failing to hide his excitement because he was excited. excited to show you off, excited for his followers to see you in all your glory, to see what was his like you wanted them to, to see who fucked you dumb every chance he got.

erenwhore21: i did not sign up for this

you turn your head to the side so your profile is showing, fluttering your eyes at the camera as if you were a natural-born star that was made for it, and you give a shy smile as you lean forward into eren. his body on yours was a haven. "hi."

erenwhore21: but i am not complaining

lillilyx: HE GOT A GF omg

erenwhore21: he didn't say that

"she wants me to fuck her on camera." eren's hand comes up to turn your head towards him, pulling you closer by your jaw and pressing a kiss to your bottom lip while his other hand moves down to squeeze at your ass— an abrupt slap making you yelp. "isn't that nasty?"

your eyes roll at the irony of his words— as if not moments ago he was getting off for the eyes of strangers.

"so what do you want, baby? tell them what you told me."

your hands slip over his shoulders and your arms dangle behind them. you lean forward to peck eren's lips as his hand slides underneath your underwear to grip the flesh of your cheeks. "i said, i want you to fuck me."

he reciprocates your kiss and his lips upturn as he does, happy with your compliance. your arousal pools in your stomach, not only because you're about to give yourself to eren, but because you're going to let him have you on camera for everyone to see.

"you hear that?" he's not talking to you although his eyes are on you. he's searching for a sign of hesitation in them, a sign that you don't want to do this anymore, but you're too giddy. so when he finds none he pats your side, "turn around."

and with that same lack of hesitation, you listen, pulling your legs from over him and turning to face the camera.

the light felt brighter than it was when it could only see your backside, the camera felt farther than it was before you were facing it, and you press back on eren as much as possible. your eyes dart around his set up while you get comfortable in his lap, sitting pretty— a doll on display. "this is my girlfriend, she wants me to slut her out for you guys."

lillilyx: eren shes HOT

yasminab: thought he was single :((

b3li3v3: bI pANIC BC WHEW

eren's hands travel to your breasts, kneading both of them while pressing soft, wet kisses to your neck. you can't help but squirm in his lap— you wanted to feel something down below, you were already ready for him from the moment you stepped foot in front of the camera.

"she wants to show you guys how i fuck her when no one is around. she's dirty; my little whore, right?" the way his voice vibrates through your body from where he speaks against your neck sends a shiver through it, your back unintentionally arching and your hips trying to gain friction from your position on top of him.

one of his hands drops from your chest to your clit, giving it a few taps over top of your underwear. "right?" and only then did you realize he was speaking to you.

your eyes were focused on the camera, the thought of what was to come racking your nerves delightfully. "right... yours, no one else."

he nods his head, rewarding you by slipping his hand down past your underwear. your lips part in surprise as his warm fingers brush against your clit before dipping down further to your folds. "then show them."

eren draws a small whine from you and your hands scramble to tug at your panties, begging eren to take them off without opening your mouth. and he listens, helping you pull them off with his other hand while you lift your hips.

he slips them down far enough so that you're able to get them down your legs and let them fall to your feet. sliding out of them you open your legs further while his hand covers your cunt as if he was hiding it from his— your audience.

"you guys wanna see?" he taunts, and your head falls back onto his shoulder. you ached for him to really touch you, to really make you feel good. the camera moves into your subconscious and it almost feels like every other time when it's just you and eren.

his palm cups your heat while his fingers dance across your slit, and you find yourself trying to grind against him, trying to get more from him.

"she's so wet... don't even think i need to prep her," and as if he was testing his theory, his two fingers plunge into you making you moan at the feeling. his fingers always stretched you open so nicely, even if it was in the slightest bit.

your pleasure was short-lived. as fast as he buries his digits into you he pulls them out, and your eyebrows furrow in discontent, muscles in your leg tensing beside eren.

"eren," you whine his name, chest jutting out— god was he such a tease, you could hear him chuckle from over your shoulder before bringing his fingers up to his lips to taste you.

he made a noise of satisfaction, another small peck to your shoulder, reassuring you you'd get what you wanted. his hands come down to massage the skin of your stomach as he looked up to the camera. "i should just fuck her, yeah?"

lillilyx: YES

mira928: please do

it was funny— it didn't matter what the chat said; eren wouldn't be able to read the comments from the distance away he was from his set up. it was his decision to make. it was always his decision to make.

you found yourself nodding your head, jaw brushing against the side of eren's with every up and down motion before he pats your side, signaling you to stand.

"all fours," and you stand, the camera getting a clear view of your backside while you crawl onto the bed. eren stands up as well, positioning himself behind you, as his hand follows the curve of your spine before giving your ass a firm spank that made you wince from below him.

his eyes flit to the camera for a minute, and you reckon he was trying to make sure you were centered enough for them to see you well before his hand presses down on your back making you rest on your forearms.

his dick slides against your folds and you shudder with anticipation, letting your head rest against the sheet and pushing back on eren as he teases you.

it was teasing for him too. as much as he wanted to fuck you he had to take his time, let his viewers indulge in everything, let the camera pick up everything from the sounds of your slick coating his cock to the soft impatient whimpers that would fall from your lips.

"ready?" you can't tell if he's talking to you or the camera, but you nod your head faster than expected anyway, pressing back on him before he adjusts your hips. "gonna fuck you so good."

your mouth can't help but drop open when eren's tip meets your cunt and your breathing stutters as he slides into you. although you were slightly aware so many faces could see you, this time felt no different from the rest.

he grips your hips and sheathes himself fully inside of you, a low groan emitting from his throat as he bottoms out completely.

you feel so tight, so good, better than you usually do— and eren isn't sure if it's a trick of the camera or not. either way, he indulges in the feeling of you sucking him in, slicked up and ready for his cock.

you bury your head into the sheets to smother your moan, the way every inch of eren settles inside of you making your body quiver and your eyes roll.

eren doesn't seem to like this, his hand reaching forward to grab a handful of your hair and exposing your face again. he angles his grip facing you towards the camera, the red light winking at you, taunting you; almost like it was telling you to smile.

"look up, they can't see your face."

this is what you wanted. if you were gonna disrupt his stream the least you could do was listen to him. so you stable yourself on your elbows and keep your head up. his hand falls from your hair and onto your shoulder to keep himself steady as he begins to move.

the way he moves his hips back and forth 'til they're flush with your ass is enough to make you shudder. you can feel every movement of him sliding in and out of you through your whole body— and it feels better than ever. you're sure the attention on you has something to do with it.

"god, eren,"

eren speeds up his pace and the smack of his hips can be heard throughout the whole room alongside the sound of your juices getting pushed around every time he fucked into you. it was lewd— disgusting, but what was even nastier was the comments.

they were enjoying this, much to eren's satisfaction and possibly yours too.

jjjohn21: fuck she's hot

cumslxt0: turn her more to the camera ;p

itachiwife: need to see more tits!!!

guest37657: i wanna fuck someone like this

"god," as if eren could read what they were saying he adjusts your body by pulling you up by your neck, hands warm around your throat while your back presses up against his chest. he's radiating heat, it makes you even more warm and gushy than before, and a small whimper leaves your mouth. "you like this?"

another whimper and your eyes slide sideways so you can see the camera in your peripheral, the image of it jumping every time eren slammed into you.

"yes, yes, yeah," you gasp, your words choked.

"you like everyone watching you?"

your eyes flutter for a few seconds, mouth open to speak but only small croaks slip from your lips.

you did like everyone watching you. you liked them seeing how eren fucked you; how his cock slid in and out of you swiftly. deep strokes that made you dazed, unable to utter anything but quick confirmations to his words, and even then— barely that.

if it wasn't for the pleasure that swallowed you whole you would've felt embarrassed, would've been trying to sink into eren because of the eyes on you, because of the way you stupidly stumbled when trying to be coherent. and it was all at the hands of eren.

you didn't feel embarrassed, you felt hedonistic. felt devoted to this way of pleasure, like this was the only way you'd ever feel so euphoric— on top of the world. you could do this a million times over.

the vulgar comments no longer bothered you because you were sure they were about you. you were sure people's free hands were typing away trying to appraise how hot you looked. from your chest moved with each forceful thrust, to your ass clapping every time eren reached your cervix, small uncomfortable cries tumbling from your mouth that were a blend of pain and pleasure.

you'd try to speak again. "shit—" maybe hearing your sultry voice would help the image of you that they all had burned into their heads by now. "eren,"

maybe it would help the mirage they'd form at night from here on out. it'd be them fucking you, running their hands over your soft curves and helping you bounce over the top of them while you whispered obscenities in their ears. "hah,"

you could see why eren liked the camera so much now.

despite your hokum, you felt like a star, and you played the role so well. eren must've been long forgotten the minute you stepped foot into his spotlight.

but he couldn't have that either.

first and foremost, the only reason they were able to see you in this state was because of him. he's the one who fucked you so stupid, so dumb that you couldn't speak. you were his and as if he knew what you were thinking he'd let it be known.

"you can't speak baby?" he hums condescendingly ashis fingers crawl up from your neck, the tips prodding at your lips, slipping into your mouth to make sure of it.

your tongue lolls out so gracefully, the sloppy surface of it wetting eren's fingers and making him push up in your mouth so he could get a better grip. "fucked you so dumb?"

you nod your head, his fingertips grazing the back of your throat and eren's chuckle turns into a guttural sound when you clench around him at his words. "shit— you like that? like showing everyone how well i can fuck you?"

another nod, another whimper.

"and i'm the only one who can fuck you like this, yeah?" he slows his strokes and when he's buried inside you his hips grind against yours as if he's trying to get as deep as possible. trying to reach your stomach— hell, you can feel him in your stomach.

your yes is so mumbly, but eren can understand it all too well— you're not sure about his viewers though. "that's my girl." he lets his fingers fall from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting his index to the tip of your tongue. your spittle is smeared onto your nipple by him before he lets go of you completely, letting your body fall to the bed with a plop.

you don't even realize how you're circling your hips against his until eren pulls out of you, falling onto his knees and shuffling to the edge of the bed to pull you into his lap. you're straddling him, cunt searching for his dick— fluttering at the empty feeling.

eren couldn't have taken any longer to position you, you wanted to be full again. "let's show them how your slutty pussy takes my cum too."

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eren's dick is coated in your slick and it glistens as light reflects off of it. eren's thankful for his setup, it makes the sheen of sweat coating the both of you look like an intended glow, accentuating your best parts and making you camera ready.

he pumps himself a few times before lining himself up and pushing into you again with a sound that's near titillating.

your moan is so breathy as you accommodate his length so easily. eren hisses at the feeling of your squishy walls squeezing him again. it's like he's fucked you so many times that you're molded to him, a perfect fit for him— cinderella's glass slipper.

"oh god— eren," you're becoming spent, leaning almost all your weight against eren, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your face into the crevice of his neck.

you mouth at his skin, hot open-mouthed kisses being planted on the tan of his neck, and he reciprocates the gesture by smoothing his thumb over your ear, holding you by your nape as he leans back.

he presses a small subtle kiss to the side of your head that may have gone unnoticed by the camera but not by him and you squeeze your eyes shut relaxing against him.

"fuck me." you mutter. it's so quiet that you're not sure if eren begins moving because of you or because he would've anyway.

eren's movements are steady, bucking up into you so you don't have to do much work— only taking him and taking him so well. he's proud of your performance and he's a little sad the two of you were already in the last act of it.

he speeds up a bit when you tense up, back arching and you putting in a little work as your orgasm creeps up on you. your head lifts from eren's neck slightly and you begin to let out small pants of breath. "eren..."

"yeah?" his voice is shaky and his pace begins to falter. he's just as close as you are.

"almost there," now your meeting eren's thrusts, slamming down onto him as he bucks up into you. your hand finds its way to your clit, rubbing small circles into it to the best of your ability, squeezing around eren and your mouth dropping open to let out larger pants, let out moans. "'m almost there, 'mma cum,"

"me too, me too." stray brown strands stick to the sweat coating eren's forehead. his hand on your nape falls down to the small of your back pushing you as close to him as possible. there's a furrow in his brow as he stares straight at the camera. the heat bubbles in his stomach, that familiar build-up, and it doesn't matter that he's looking at the camera— he can barely see it, eyes half-lidded and his mind blanking as all he's focused on is you and him. his high and yours.

"come," your tone pleading, you wanna be filled to the brim with his cum. want it to leak out of you for everyone and have him push as much in because you can't waste a single drop! you want eren to claim you on camera for your last act and your body shivers at the thought. "please!"

eren groans at your voice, the tremble of it is almost enough to send him over the edge. he leans back even further so you're more on display and his breathing gets heavier. "shit— want me to.. to cum inside you? fill you up?"

"yes, eren, please!"

his body tingles, that same pleasurable sensation spreads. "breed that pretty pussy, like the little slut you are, yeah?"

"yes!" you're practically sobbing for him, sobbing for it.

"fuck, baby take my cum..." and eren shoots inside of you, warmth filling you up. you cream all over him at the same time, your cunt clenching him so tightly. an unintelligible cry of his name escapes your lips. you sound so consumed, so weary, and eren loves it.

he tenses up underneath you, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he fills you up like you wanted, like he wanted.

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it was no doubt you belonged to him now.

your body still twitches, and eren has yet to pull out. the two of you are calming down, it's only your heavy breathing that fills the room.

after a moment eren finally speaks, tapping your side. "come on, get up." and as much as you didn't want to you do, lifting yourself up slightly on weak knees— eren's cum following his cock out of you and dripping onto his leg. he sighs at the sight and you sigh at the feel. what a finishing touch to your performance.

your skin gets prickly and cool albeit the warmth of the room, and you're hyper aware that the camera's on you once more. the exterior you built up begins to fade, and as if eren can read your mind he stands up to shut it off and end the live as he usually does.

you relax, watching as he turns off some of the extra lights, and heads to the bathroom, coming back to clean you and him up before sinking into the bed with you wrapped in his arms.

you're tired, your eyes are droopy, and you know eren's holding off the few more things he needs to do to cuddle with you, to lull you to sleep.

he's peppering kisses along your cheek, massaging the fat of your stomach, and holding you so close to him. "you did so good," is what he mumbles between every kiss.

the softness in his voice is what makes you feel tender, feel loved.

your envy was absurd. it's the way he gently kisses your skin that makes you realize that on or off camera eren belonged to you. you didn't need to show out for his viewers (not that you regret it), or prove anything to them. sitting behind a camera was fine as long as it was you who had eren in his entirety at the end of the day.

even after your realization, you're not so sure if this would be the last time you'd step foot in front of a camera, with or without eren.

[theepisceswriter]

Doing dirty things w/ AOT characters while you two most definitely shouldn’t be (Reiner, Erwin, Zeke, Levi)

A/N: my faithful stoned thot anon, shoutout to you for this request and I hope this was something like you were imagining in your mind. I know you only asked for simple mundane tasks, but I wanted to be extra and include more situations. I can’t wait to work on the other ones you sent me !

Synopsis: Basically, you’re trying to do a task that requires a lot of your attention or you to be silent (like on the phone, out to eat with friends, etc), but your partner really really needs some attention in that moment. I suck at descriptions sorry 🥴 If you see any typos no u didn’t, but really I was too lazy to proofread.

TW: Modern AU, hehe naughtiness obviously, choking for Zeke, also embarrassment, fembodied!reader, 18+, MINORS DNI!

REINER BRAUN: Movie night with friends

Reiner just couldn’t help himself, he really couldn’t. The first sight of you in your silky pajama shorts and this man’s thoughts were going crazy watching you parade around the house as you grabbed the snacks and needed materials for tonight’s movie night with some of you guys’ friends. Luckily the fabric of his pajama pants were loose enough to hide the growing boner in his pants, but of course he made it known to you by approaching you from behind and pressing it against your ass so you could feel just how hard you had made him simply by looking pretty.

His hands began to roam all over your body, stealing a grope of your breast, and his mouth attached to your neck, taking breaks in between kisses to tell you how good you look and how much you riled him up. As good as it all felt, Pieck and Porco were only right down the street, so you took his hands off of your body with promises of making him feel better later in the night once they had left. You’re lucky he doesn’t like quickies like that and prefers to take his time with you or else he would’ve taken you right there up against that counter chile.

Pieck and Porco finally arrive and what was supposed only be one movie turned into two, and now here you were snuggled up under Reiner on a completely different couch than Porco and Pieck while they flipped through a catalogue on the television looking for a new movie to start up; Reiner growing more and more impatient as the minutes went on. The constant caressing on your thigh and pinches he would give your nipples every now and then giving that away completely.

You got tired of fighting his advances off a long time ago and part of you wanted him to continue, to see how far he would actually go, because truth is you wanted him just as much as he wanted you right now. You were just a lot better at hiding it.

It was halfway through the movie that he finally decides to make a drastic move, moving you to a position where your back was pressed against his chest and tapping your hips, signifying for you to raise them so he could pull your shorts down to your thighs.

“Sit still for the rest of the night and I’ll reward us both so good once they leave.” He’d whisper in your ear. The only warning you’d get before he’s slowly easing his cock into you careful not to stretch you out too much, but the wetness that accumulated between your legs all night long makes it so you swallow him completely. A shocked moan leaving both of your lips, but luckily being silenced by the action scene on the tv; both Porco and Pieck too into it to even pay attention to the two of you.

So desperately you wanted to swirl your hips up against you, create any sort of friction to make his cock hit that spot in your soft velvety walls that left you clenching and squealing and him growling into your ears, but instead you had to be as still as possible while cockwarming him. Not being too careful would surely draw the attention of the other two, but Reiner still tested the waters every now and then by shifting every so often on purpose to cause movement.

He was even able to draw a weird moan out of you once that had Porco and Pieck looking over at you like you were crazy, questioning if you were okay which you had no choice but to reply yes to. Barely able to get that out because the feeling of his cock throbbing inside of you mixed with your walls clenching around him was a whole sensation on its own.

“Careful, you don’t want them knowing that I’m balls deep in you right now would you? Or would a slut like you enjoy that; them knowing that your pussy is swallowing my cock whole right now?”

Reiner is degrading during sex sometimes and you cannot tell me otherwise #sorrynotsorry.

And when he said the two of you would be staying like this the whole night until they left he absolutely meant it. After that little moaning incident he surprisingly acted normal the whole night, like the two of you weren’t even doing what you were doing underneath the cover. Knowing how torturous it must be for him to deny you the skin to skin contact and hip bucking you needed from him.

ERWIN SMITH: In a restaurant surrounded by friends

You never thought Erwin to be the bold type to try something out in public with you. The closest thing the two of you have done to it was a quick quickie in his office once with you pressed against the window of the skyscraper building it was located in, but even then you could feel the anxiety in his muscles as he pressed himself up against you; scared of an assistant or important business partner to come barging in on the two of you.

So you can imagine the shock on your face when you were spending the night out with friends at a restaurant, preoccupied with listening to Levi’s horror stories at his tea shop when you felt the ghostly tingles of Erwin’s fingers trail up on your thigh. A hand on your knee was nothing, something he had done plenty of times as a small sign of PDA, but this was different. You looked over to him with a questioned look in your eyes, but his kept his eyes straight and responded to you physically by pressing his thumb against the cloth that separated his finger from your clit.

Almost immediately you choked on the spit going down your throat which garnered the attention from everyone else at the table asking if you were alright. Everyone but Erwin turned to you and if they were truly paying attention that would’ve been a major sign that something was up, but your quick, “I’m okay!” Response had them off your back in an instance and only edged Erwin on more, fingers pushing your panties to the side as he continued on.

The food in front of you hadn’t been touched in around 10 mins since you found yourself full before you were able to finish it all, but you had to pick up your fork and abruptly take a bite of of it when you felt Erwin’s long fingers plunge into you with ease from your wetness and curl up into you; the metal between your teeth the best attempt you had at covering up your moans.

You swear you saw a slight smirk on his lips when you glanced over at him because he’s a menace to society like that.

His hands moved so languidly inside of you hitting all the right spots and pressing down on the sensitive parts of you that always guaranteed a reaction out of you. While also simultaneously still rubbing your clit with his thumb in wide circles, enjoying every twist and turn he saw your face do as you tried desperately to hold your moans in.

At one point, to mess with you even more, he leaned in and whispered into your ear, “You think all these people know that your cunt is clenching around my fingers about to cum?” No one else heard him but you, but it definitely drew the attention of Levi who threw a confused look your way. To which you could only reply to with a smile and awkward chuckle that almost broke out into a moan because Erwin thought it would be a good idea to speed up his fingers.

You didn’t care how obvious it looked anymore, your teeth found comfort in the skin of his arm to stifle moans and your fingers had a death grip on his thighs as your orgasm hit you like a wave. Leaving you with nothing to do but grind your hips down into his fingers slowly to not draw attention as you rode out his orgasm. His fingers were covered in your slick as he pulled them off of you and instead of being discreet and wiping them on his pants or even your dress, he picked up a small dessert off his plate and turned to you. Feeding it to you and sticking his fingers a little too far in your mouth so you can clean your own orgasm off of your fingers. His thumb going between his own lips once he took his fingers out of your mouth and sucking on it gently. “That was delicious.” He would state, never breaking eye contact with you.

The tent in his dressy slacks gave away all the excitement he was feeling on the inside as he watched you squirm in your seat while he did something so naughty to you in public. He couldn’t take it anymore, placing his share of the bill on the table and excusing the both of you for the night before going around and saying your goodbyes. No one seemed to notice anything, except for when you went to Levi to give him a goodbye hug and he whispered in your ear, “Next time get a room or go to the bathroom you freaks.” You totally weren’t embarrassed and didn’t leave the restaurant with warm cheeks.

ZEKE JAEGER: During a zoom meeting

First off, sexy time stuff aside, Zeke is a menace to society and always interrupting your zooms. Whether it’s him barging into the room and asking a question like “Did you eat the last bagel?” While you’re unmuted or walking behind you with his shirt off while you have you camera on. You will never know a peaceful smooth sailing zoom meeting with Zeke in the house.

But you were immune to it at this point and he was a little too immune and comfortable with messing with you while you were in them. But hey, you couldn’t blame him! You looked all too good to him while you laid in the bed on your stomach in one of his band tees and nothing else while you payed attention to the boring lecture happening on your laptop.

Once he realized that your camera was off his hands were on you immediately, rubbing up and down your legs to signify to you that he was in a mood while he made his way on the bed behind you.

“You can’t just be walking around the house all sexy like this and expect me not to pounce on you.”

You want to say something snarky and remarkable back, but a distraction from your boring ass class is exactly what you needed. So instead of protesting this time around, you arched your back so your ass was nearly up to his face to which he replied with playfully slapping you on it and even taking a nibble of your cheek. And because you’re a menace to society you run your own hand along your clothed slit and moving your panties out of the way to put it on display for him.

“I could really use some distracting right now.” Say less, this man’s mouth is on your clit in an instant, devouring you like you’re his first meal of the day. Your hips instinctively grinding down against his tongue as he moved his focus to sucking on your clit at a pace that left you ass up face down on the bed moaning like a pornstar. Never mind his beard scraping against your thighs and possibly leaving a rash there later for you to deal with. It adds a nice touch of pain to your pleasure.

So caught up into the pleasure warming up your lower stomach, you don’t even notice your teacher calling on you until Zeke reaches out and taps on the keyboard to move your attention back to the zoom in front of you, his mouth still working magic on your clit; a mixture of his spit and your juices trailing down his chin. The site is enough to make you cum but you’re forced to divert your eyes away from it as you unmute yourself, quickly asking her to repeat the question, going back on mute before they can hear the slurping noises that Zeke obnoxiously made louder once you unmuted.

“I’m going to kill you.” “Pay attention to school sweetheart before I stop completely. Education comes first!” What an asshole, but despite the joking tone of his voice you know he’d stop in a heartbeat just to mess with you and you’re too close to an orgasm for him to up and quit like that.

From the way your hips move sloppily against his face he can tell that you’re close, but once the teacher repeats the question at you to answer he pulls away completely seemingly to cut you some slack. But, surprise, he only moves his mouth away to replace it with his cock, sliding into you with ease and thrusting into you at a steady pace that has you moan loudly into the microphone on accident.

His face lights up with a smug expression and smile, the embarrassment on your cheeks making him pick up his pace and turning him on in a way. “Now your whole class is going to know that you were getting fucked by me. Too busy getting your hole pounded to even pay attention to the lesion. What a dirty little slut, they’re probably talking about you right now as we speak.”

You’re at a loss of words, not only because of embarrassment but because you can barely form a sentence from the way Zeke is pounding into you so ruthlessly from behind. His hand even coming forward and grabbing at your neck to balance himself against the bed while on his knees.

Your morning with him is far from over and the embarrassment from this zoom is going to last with you forever.

LEVI ACKERMAN:  On an important phone call

I know Levi Ackerman with his hands around our necks really get us going and the thought of dom him fucking us from behind while on the phone with our boss  makes us feel butterflies in our stomachs....BUT the thought of sub Levi whimpering and having to put his phone on mute while discussing business with someone because you have his cock halfway down your throat, is an equally as hot image.

He would glance at you from over his phone and let out a silent “What are you doing?” And make a faint shooing away motion in the air to make you leave, but he doesn’t want you to leave. You know that and he knows that which is why when you went to unbuckle his pants he gladly let you, hips even raising slightly so you can pull them down enough to let his cock and balls free from the restraints of his underwear and pants.

It was such a sudden and rash decision on your end that he wasn’t even hard at all when you pulled him out, but one lick from the base of his cock to the tip of it is enough to make it stand tall. Warranting a deep intake of air that has the person on the other end of the line asking if he was okay. Between the embarrassment from nearly being caught and the pleasure exploding in his lower half from how good you’re working your mouth, his cheeks are flushed with a bright pink color.

“Do you want me to stop” “no, no, keep going, please.”

He’s so needy and close to that sweet release already, the excitement from doing something so naughty while the person on the other end of the phone has no idea has his senses in an overload. Even the broken ‘Y-Yes’s that have to leave his lips every time he unmutes his phone strikes an excited nerve in him that he didn’t know he had; wishing he could moan as freely as he could to show off how good you make him feel, but he bites back those moans with his teeth. Instead opting for a number of praises when he can.

“You look so pretty on your knees in front of me with your cock in my mouth.” “You make me feel so so good, you don’t even know how good I feel right now because of you.” “Keep that up and I’m going to cum.”

Eyes closing shut and breath picking up the closer he gets. His hand even coming down to move your head at a pace that feels godly around his cock.

Usually you would tease and pull away altogether when he did this, reminding him that he couldn’t be too needy, but you would be lying if you said this didn’t have just as much of affect on him as it did on you, thighs clenching together with each bob of your head and moan that left his lips that he couldn’t quite bite back.

He’s an incoherent mess at the end, lips not even able to move together to form sentences and his hips bucking up wildly into your throat to release his load down your throat. His hips still bucking up slightly even after he came because it just felt that good. His mind was so clouded with pleasure that he didn’t even notice the person on the phone had hung up a long time ago, something he would have to deal with later but that proved helpful right now.

“I hope you don’t think that this was it.” Oops, now you awoke the dominant side of Levi’s switch personality and he’s definitely not letting you off the hook for this one.

[zukuist]

in the moment [hcs]

“they are desperate for help when admirers swarm them, and they choose to seek for your assistance”

fandom/s : 僕のヘロアカデミア // boku no hero academia (bnha)

includes: h. shinsō, k. bakugō, i. midoriya

your name is shortened to y/n, last name is shortened to l/n gender neutral, use of the pretend lover trope, they’re actually pining.

further note: yes i’ve been gone for more than a week, and yes it’s because of school. i promise i’ll be posting more!!

REQUESTS ;; OPEN !!

© IZUKULIE 2021, HORIKOSHI KOHEI OWNS BNHA, DO NOT STEAL ❕

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shinsō hitoshi

finds it super annoying

and this is coming from him, someone that’s not easy to irritate

he’s conscious and aware that people find him attractive (which for some reason, he still questions why)

eventually, admirers are bound to appear like it or not, but they’re not this insistent as this girl, nope.

shinsō has never experienced something like this, in his entire life.

noriko was a familiar face, but not in the best way for shinsō hitoshi.

she used to be one of those girls that’d band wagon with her opinions. whenever people were hostile towards him

she would be hostile too

but as soon as everyone started finding him attractive, she’d change too.

and it’s.. a mess. what more when he himself is pining on someone that’s not noriko

let alone, a student from class 1-A?

and it’s not like he could brainwash her into leaving him alone

as soon as she would be released by his quirk, she’d tell everyone what he did. therefore, leaving that out of the many solutions

and now he’s backed up into a corner, with her chasing him all across the hallways.

he can only hope for a solution.

— scene —

“this is ridiculous..” taking another turn in the hallway, shinsō mutters to himself quietly, the sleep deprived student can still hear her shrill voice

and by ‘her’, he’s referring to the admirer that has been tailing him down ever since the day had started.

“there are times like this where i wished i didn’t care about looking villainous” is what he’s really thinking. damn quirk stereotypes, and curse him for not having a quirk like iida tenya

“what.. are you doing?” was he lucky, or unlucky? it just so happened to be that he bumped into y/n l/n, out of all people

“i’m in a bit of a situation,” his palm rests against his nape, and he has to hope that you get the message, when noriko’s nearly deafening voice cuts through the air

“you’re quite popular with the ladies, huh?” you joke, and shinsō would’ve laughed if he wasn’t being trailed down.

“as much as i—”

“there you are !” noriko exclaims, slightly out of breath from the insistent chase, “you still haven’t answered !”

“i have, and i said no.” he makes his intentions concrete, compared to earlier (which was a mistake) when he rejected her in the nicest way he could’ve done so, but it wasn’t enough to make her quit.

“well earlier, you’ve said you appreciated it !” the whine pains both of your ears, and you contemplate if you should just grab his hand, and make a run for it.

but, she’d just chase you down again. so maybe not.

“yes, but i also said i can’t accept your feelings.” in instinct, he backs up so he could stand next to you, and he looks at you with his own style of desperation, which was obviously different than noriko’s desperation.

“i happen to be taken.” shinsō claims, hooking his hand along yours. which might’ve been done because he’s desperate, but could’ve been done because he wanted to

getting the motive, you lock away your shock, and play along, accepting his touch.

“i don’t believe you.” noriko blurts, “you two look like best friends more than anything. i’m not stupid !”

you didn’t think it would have to resort to this.

with not much of a thought, you grabbed shinsō by the collar, and smashed your lips together. his lips are warmer than you’ve anticipated, the distinct taste of coffee makes you lean into him further. while at first taken aback, shinsō decides to accept the act by pushing you even closer to him

you let go, deciding it was enough, and when you stare back at noriko, tears dotting at her waterline, and she sputters in humiliation and rejection.

“i never liked you anyway !” she uses as a defense, before storming off. the both of you feel a sense of relief when her figure turns at the end of the hallway

“sorry for kissing you like that. it was kind of in the moment,”

shinsō chuckles, “didn’t expect our first kiss to be like that.”

“well, there are more opportunities to come for you, you’re quite popular.” you tease, and shinsō flicks your forehead in retaliation. in return, you hiss at the sudden sting of pain.

“we’ll have more opportunities when i take you out for lunch on saturday.” he pats you on the shoulder, before he presses a quick real kiss on your cheekbone.

bakugō katsuki

also finds it super annoying. actually, he might as well just fight them and move on.

bakugō knows it well that he’s.. well-known, for all the right and wrong reasons

but what he doesn’t know is that he’s also known for his good looks, rough and boyish in nature.

so eventually, there’ll be that one brave and fearless soul that’ll take one for the team. or even two, or three.

he hates it. doesn’t his aura and demeanor alone scare off all of the suitors?

since when were they super persistent, smh.

it didn’t help that he was trying to drown and suffocate his feelings down the pipeline.

because curse bakugō katsuki for having normal, teenage feelings. he had other important things in life, right?

but he couldn’t help but wonder if you’d ever confess to him like that

(not that it would happen any time soon. you were too busy being a tough training partner)

but everything aside, he wishes that people would just take the hint already.

because ignoring doesn’t help all the time.

the girl named fumiko would be a dreadful sight he’d be constantly reminded of.

from his shoe locker being flooded with love letters that speak nothing to him, and to the obnoxious commentary on his looks

he’d think that they were just harassing him to get a reaction, but bakugō katsuki will remain unbothered!

but he spoke too soon, because he was approached directly right after his late training session.

—scene—

bakugō hates it

he hates extras, he hates being outshined, and he hates distractions. what more was there to dislike in the world? everything clearly.

he can handle things properly, and with that tough demeanor of his, and he definitely doesn’t need a quick and easy solution, from the girl that’s glued to his side.

he told himself that a persistent extra is nothing, he can just simply ignore them and look at them, like how he always looks at useless pebbles, and they’d go away. but clearly not this girl

“get off, you fucking extra” he pushes her off, grabbing his water bottle and immediately storming off, but it doesn’t convince fumiko (he learned her name unfortuantely) to finally lay off.

“c’mon katsuki! this would’ve all been over if you just went out with me!”

bakugō can’t hide the cringe on his face, hearing his first name, ugh. he doesn’t know how she found out about his late training sessions, considering that she wasn’t in his class or class 1-b

he doubts that he’d run into anyone at this hour, they’d be all in the common room, and he did say that he wanted all of them to ‘fuck off’. but luck does work in mysterious ways.

“..what’re you doing here?” he questions, clearly surprised by your presence, and his frustration would’ve disappeared at that exact mom“dinner’s almost ready. actually, why do you look so.. alarmed? is there a villain?—”

his palms are starting to sweat, and it’s not because of his training, or because of the girl that won’t leave him alone. “no! fuck no. okay, there’s just some shitty extra that’s been following me around like some obsessed freak.”

you decide to be smug, “i knew there was going to be a brave soul out there, ready to sacrifice themselves.” you rest your hand on your left side, like it was heart warming, but the blond is not amused with your gesture.

“right, right!” you hold your hands up, surrendering. “okay, what do you want me to do?”

“just don’t say a fucking thing.” you can hear foot steps get closer and closer to the both of you, and in a hurry, he pushes you closer to him, the smell of caramel evading your senses.

before you could even say a word, he kisses you. it’s rough, and it makes you feel warm, and it’s definitely not because of his quirk, or because of the large, warm palms that rest against your sides.

you get a grip on him, holding onto his shoulder when you feel your knees buck because of the butterflies in your stomach, and it seems to get worse when bakugō holds you even tighter

“okay geez, i get it. you’re taken!” you can hear the girl exclaim in humiliation and disgust, “ugh, a guy like you wouldn’t be able to handle me anyway.”

and when she finally scurries away, the both of you break the kisses, the wind out of you being knocked out cold from his sudden act of ‘romance’

“i sorta understand the hype now.” you grin, your lips still tingle from the kiss, and you’re convinced that you want more, despite the kiss being out of spite, and for fumiko to back off.

“shut up.” you would’ve laughed at him if it was any other day, but for now, you’re left silent. your heart flutters once more, when his lips press against your cheekbone briefly.

“c’mon, idiot. we’re gonna miss dinner.”

midoriya izuku

he’s so alarmed, and honestly very scared

he wasn’t popular, or well known to begin with, and people only started treating him like he was a real person in highschool

he’s just so used to being looked at like a background character, or a npc in a video game.

so the sudden swarm of suitors, and people that want to date him shocked him to the core.

he was never treated like this in middle school, or elementary!

it flatters him, and he’s glad that people actually like him. but.. he’d never actually think about being with either of them

because they’re not you, obviously. but wait, what’s so different about you exactly?

well.. you’ve treated him with kindness, even when he looked like this.. really awkward kid that sat at the back of the classroom.

so yeah, he’d never think about accepting anyone else’s confessions, as long as they’re not you

but still, midoriya has treated all of his admirers with kindness, despite not wanting to be with any of them

knowing how it feels to be humiliated, he wouldn’t want to do that on any of them

but.. this one particular girl was one he’d never truly be comfortable with, as much as he’d like to fake it.

rieko was.. something. probably the most persistent one out of all of them.

he would’ve appreciated it, if it weren’t for the fact that she was super obnoxious to other people.

and most importantly, he didn’t understand what she’d get out of it, and it wrecked his nerves!

— scene —

standing next to you, all lined up for lunch, midoriya shifts uncomfortably as he tries his best to ignore the loud and obvious commentary that’s being directed to him.

at first, it was flattering. but now? he just wishes things would go back to the times where people had no interest in him, whatsoever.

he knows what rieko really like him for, and it’s honestly disheartening. the girl would compliment him on things like his looks, and even his new moves!

but as soon as he elaborated on how he did it, the interest would fade away from her eyes

not that it did matter though. midoriya didn’t really have any feelings for any of the people that’ve approached him, wanting to date him. he’s been kind, and they’ve been kind in return, getting the hint and backing off.

the freckled boy was flattered but, not interested

but clearly, rieko didn’t get the message, despite the way midoriya would back away uncomfortably. how he’d immediately excuse himself whenever he’d see the girl.

just.. all signs of disinterest

“go! just ask him already!” he can hear her friends encourage her, but he’s not very enthusiastic to know what they’re cheering her on for

“he won’t be able to resist! just walk right in and do it, you guys will be an attractive couple anyway!”

midoriya’s palms are shaky, and he tries his best to calm his nerves down by clenching his fists. this doesn’t go un-noticed by you.

“you okay, midoriya?” you ask, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, and the green haired boy hopes that his cheeks aren’t turning red.

the both of you guys are awfully close! not that he’s complaining, it’s just that—

“is it about them?” you ask in a nearly quiet tone, and midoriya’s aware that you’re talking about them.

“uhm..” midoriya tries to formulate a proper answer, not wanting to sound as bothered as he actually is. how would he be able to explain this? “don’t worry about it,” midoriya reassures, “it’s just—”

“do you think that he’s dating that person? you know, the one beside them?” he hears that the topic of the conversation has shifted, and the group of girls are referring to you.

midoriya wasn’t planning on telling anyone about the dilemma. let alone his crush. it was something he was going to ignore, until the mess calmed down.

but now? you’re roped into it, and his nerves didn’t calm down at all.

“izuku dating them? no, it can’t be. he’s too good for them!”

“that’s the spirit, rieko. you should just go like.. now!”

to him, it’s the other way around. you’re too good for him, and you’re out of his league. so, this comment upsets him to all ends.

he’s pondering on what he should do, and before he could take you out of the line to get food at some other place, he feels something warm enlace his hand.

he slightly shivers when he realizes that it’s your hand he’s holding, cheeks flushed with crimson.

your eyes are ahead, a lot more composed than he is clearly, but if he looked hard enough, he could sense the nervousness in your hold.

“you wanna leave the line, izu?” his first name sounds different when you say it, and he thinks to himself that he prefers it a lot more when it comes from you

“y-yes.” and you smile, pressing your lips against his cheek quickly, before tugging his hand and pulling him out of the line, walking away from the group.

it’s a miracle that he didn’t drop onto the cafeteria’s floors.

you can feel his anxiety subsiding. despite his flushed cheeks remaining, he looks better than he did a few seconds ago, and you’re glad.

deciding the both of you were at a safe distance, you peek over your shoulder. you can see the absolute defeat on rieko’s face, and the scowl on her friends’ faces as they attempted to comfort their heartbroken friend.

“thank you, y/n.”

“no, it’s nothing, really. anyhow, what do you plan on eating for lunch?”

[thefanbasewhore]

Can you do a soulmate Stucky x reader? I feel like you would write that so well, especially how you portrayed bucky in "are you mad at me" was so soft. The soulmate version would be so cute

Summary || Bucky and Steve meet their soulmate, which they had no idea existed.

Warning/content || fluff, a small explicit scene, fighting. Soulmate AU.

Paring || Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve rogers

I got a little carried away, but enjoy ❤️ not edited or beta read but I'm sleepy 😴

Bucky and Steve have had each other from the moment they have met. Imaging their surprise, being two little boys from Brooklyn seeing colors, something the two agreed to hide, pending the time period.

It was different now, a different time. They were accepted and while both of them loved each other, so very much, especially through the mind control, fighting each other, then for each other. They always knew something was missing.

A color, maybe even two, three. A part of them missing but they both collectively came to the conclusion that it was just that. Some missing colors, it happens sometimes.

It happens when they least expect it.

After Thanos, after Tony finally deciding to leave that kind of life behind, buying a small two bedroom house on the outskirts of the city. A home to grow old in, be together for the first time since before the war started but only one thing prevented that.

The house was a disaster, gutted to the foundations, no running water, green moss outside covered the whole house, the lawn completely out of control. For Bucky it was a hard no, it was a dump but the moment Steve fluttered those ridiculously long lashes, how could he say no?

So here they are, sweating on this 90 degree day, putting up new dry wall with no air-conditioning.

"What color should it be?" Steve asks, glancing to his dark haired lover, taking notice of his now shirtless appearance. Bucky let out a sigh, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Maybe we should get all of the walls up first."

Steve clicks his tongue, "I like the color green, like a nice pastel mint green."

"Whatever you want, honey." Bucky wasn't too picky, besides whatever made Steve happy, made him happy.

"Hello?" A sweet, feminine voice came from the kitchen. The doors left open because of the heat, there was nothing much in here anyways.

Steve pulls away from his task, pulling his shirt over his head to wipe his forehead with it. "Come in, we are in the kitchen."

Bucky wasn't too alarmed, Steve had told him previously that he hired a someone to make up the yard, nothing too fancy but the both of them were completely clueless when it came to plants, or gardens period.

"Quite a project you have going on here, Mr. Rogers." No doubt taking in the half gutted house along the way. While they have never met, they spoke on the phone briefly about his wants.

"You have no idea, Hun."

The woman looks around the kitchen first, noticing the freshly painted cabinet, the smell a dead giveaway, half eaten burgers thrown to the side on a small, make shift table with barely enough room to fit.

At first glance towards the man she notices the sharp jawline, defined but soft feature of the blonde as she greets him with a smile which soon drops in confusion as small dots of color appear. Stormy blue eyes with a full beard, Steve's mouth dropping agape as he notices the splirts of color - the missing colors for 106 years finally appear.

Bucky notices the tension in the room, shifting his attention from the wall to Steve, noticing how intensely he's staring, Bucky follows the line of vision and meets sweet eyes.

She's hit with another line of color, different from Steve's but now there's no more gray hue, bright yellows and blues. The outside is suddenly so bright and Bucky mouth drops.

This cannot be happening.

They sit there and stare for what seems like hours.

"I - ugh.." she starts, "What is happening?"

***

Sometimes life just throws curve balls, like finding out that your soulmate or in this cause soulmates are two, one hundred year old super soldiers who have already been in love with each other for over a decade.

The pull is already strong, nature intended for these souls to be together until death due part and honestly Bucky could feel it. With Steve he was used to the urge of wanting to have him close, kiss him every free minute he has but with the woman in front of him, it's new.

He doesn't even know her name, watches the way she nervously flickers from Steve's gaze to his own. She's beautiful.

Strong but delicate features, the curve of her nose is cute, cupid lips are so full... kissable. He can't stop staring, even with Steve and her in the mist of conversation. The make shift table cleared of all prior mess, Buck and Steve have to share a chair, which is quite comical, seeing two giant supersoldier try to share a small, old, dinning room seat.

Bucky's metal fingers twitch, metal plate click and whirl to life as he tights to urge to map her face out with his fingers. His heart is beating so fast, filled with so much... Love? Joy?

No matter how much Steve and Bucky try to hide it.. deep down they always knew, something was missing and in this case, someone.

"You're beautiful." The words catch both her and Steve off guard, Bucky blushes red something terrible but the sweet smile defuses the fire.

Well until she says something back, "You are too."

His whole face is hot and Steve reaches over to affectionately rub the back of his shoulder. Of course Steve was calm, he always is.

He handles things with lots of thought and understanding, while Buck is more hot headed, acts on the moment.

***

"It doesn't feel right." Bucky comments, watching from the window to insure she safely gets into the car. Steve sighs, by the time they're done talking darkness has filled the house. Steve affectionately squeezes the brunette's bicep, pressing a kiss to his hair.

"I know Bucky. This is a lot for her, for us. She needs to take time and reflect on this. She'll come to us when she's ready."

Bucky knows nothing then her name, and love for plants but chews at his bottom lip nervously. She's too far, the bond pulls at his heart strings. Now bonded forever. "What if she never comes back?"

"She will."

***

A few days pass, the kitchen is finally done, new appliances, new china and kitchen fully stocked. Steve is making something for Dinner - it smells amazing while Bucky starts painting the walls of the lifeless living room.

It's bare, not even something to sit on but no doubt with the stamina of two super soldiers it will be done by next week.

The knock on the front door is unexpected, but Bucky replies quickly. "I got it, Stevie!"

He expects some older, much wrinkly neighbor to be complaining about the noise of the nail gone or something this late at night. His mouth drops, a little shocked at the sight of her.

A very formal sitting dress, long and black, dips into a sweetheart neckline, the valley of her breasts easily visible. Hair is thrown into a neat updo, sexy and sleek.

Bucky clears his throat. "Hi." He squeaks out, feeling like a total idiot as he watches her nervously shift her weight from one heel to the other.

"Hi, I was in the area. A wedding for one my clients, thought I'd come say hello." Bucky wants to shake his head in disbelief that something so beautiful, just like Steve is made for him.

The universe sculpted and made two beautiful, breath taking human beings to be his and it's overwhelming. She's so pretty it's alarming.

It was a good excuse, the truth but not the real reason she stopped by. How could she tell them that they have been on her mind none stop? It physically hurts to be away for so long.

"Who is it, Buck?" Steve mumbles, interrupting the thick tension between the two.

"Come in, doll." Bucky's helps her with the jacket that lays over his shoulders, mentioning his head towards the direction of the kitchen, where his other lover is.

Steve is stunned none the less, he at least expected a few more days. Also, feeling much like Bucky, amazed by the radiating beauty.

He decides to play it cool, dimples forming with a breath taking smile. "Do you like spaghetti?"

Hours pass, time moves so fast with conversation, and adding wine to the mix surely didn't help.

The trio once again in the kitchen, but this time each have a chair, a new, more comfortable dinning set.

"You got this done fast. It's beautiful." She comments, "Colors are beautiful, I guess I have you two to thank for that."

Bucky shifts in his seat, the glass of wine is useless but still finds himself sipping from it. Her eyes are red, watery with a slight buzz.

"Do you feel it?" The question has both Bucky and Steve look at each other, watching her teary eyes as she presses a hand to sooth the ache in her chest. "It hurts, it hurts to be away. All week."

"It's normal." Steve answers just above a whisper, his next words make Bucky's bottom lip quiver. "I felt it every day for the last 5 years, Bucky was gone."

Bucky had never thought about it - there hasn't been enough time to. It's only been a month later since the return and it never occurred to him what Steve has gone through.

"Steve.." He starts, tears kiss his waterline as his fingers run through the blonde's hair. "I'm sorry sweetheart, I didn't know, I -."

"Couldn't prevent it Buck. It happened but you're here now and.." Steve turns his attention towards the girl, tears slip past her eyelids. It's for Steve, for Bucky.. all the pain and suffering they've been through. "Hey, don't cry, it's alright beautiful."

It's feels right, despite barely knowing the man, nothing feel more right then being pulled into his chest as a large metal hand comforts her in a different way, rubbing the loose strands of hair as he murmurs. "We've got you now, you're our other half."

***

Months have past from that day. The house is finally done, everything they could have imagined with the additional of an extra tooth brush in the cup that sits on the bathroom sink, a pile of fuzzy blankets at the bottom of the bed and a five year old chocolate lab. Steve didn't mind much, he's always loved dogs, Bucky on the other hand...

"Alright, alright, Maverick." Bucky huffs, grocery bags in hand as the dog excitedly nuzzles his legs, following him throughout the house like it wasn't only an hour ago he's seen him. Once putting the bags down, hears the whine, big brown eyes staring up at him. Bucky sighs, dropping to a knee before petting the pup's head. "Alright you mutt, don't tell anyone about this."

"Too late, pal." Bucky jumps, hearing the amusement in Steve's voice, followed by the giggle of the woman that peers out from behind him. Wrapping her arms around Steve before testing her head against his shoulder.

"Caught you red handed, you love Mav." Bucky grumbles at her words, feeling two smaller hands wrap around his waist as a head falls into his chest. He presses a soft kiss into her hair before taking in the blonde that barely fits through the doorway he leans against.

Bucky's free hand reaches out, mentioning him closer but as she's soon finds herself in the middle of a super soldier sandwich. "Hi, baby." Bucky presses a kiss to the blonde's lips.

"Hi, pal."

***

"It's only one mission. That's it, we will be in and out." Steve promises, not liking the way his girls face twist into a worried expression.

Heavy eyes, lower lip sticking out to pout. "What if something happens? If you get hurt? Or if they find you, Bucky?"

"I told you, Hydra is gone, honey." Bucky's large hands sooth over her tight shoulders, pressing soft kisses to the back of her upper traps.

"No. You still have nightmares at least three times a week. This can't be good for you. And you." She turns her attention back towards Steve, "Barely sleep four hours a night. You carry the fault on your shoulders, you don't need anymore. I don't want you two to go."

"We don't have a choice. They were my family once, I owe this to them." Steve didn't miss the way her lips moves to form a snarl, not sparing another glance as she makes a b-line for the stairs.

Bucky sighs, leaning against the wall. "She's going to be mad at us." Rubbing his chest with hopes to ease the burn.

The bond pulls at their hearts, a slow, painful punishment for their actions.

They return two weeks later, tired, just wanting to see their girl. The moment they walk into the house they look at each other with will wild eyes, heart pumping as they fear the worse. The dog, the annoying wiggling tail that would bark is one where to be found, something is wrong.

It's alarming. "Where is that freaking mutt?"

Steve calls her name, but there is no answer. Bucky and him are searching the house, ascending the stairs, opening the bedroom door with a deep sigh of relief.

The stupid dog takes up half of the bed, but is cuddled into his owner. Arm draped around the ball of fur, amount as long as her.

The dog lifts his head, a little tail waggle as Steve stretches his ears, lowering to his knees and laying his top half over the bed to press loud, audible kisses to his ears. "Good boy, protecting our girl while we are gone."

When morning comes she notices the dog is still pressed against her, licking small stripes against her cheeks. "Have to go out, buddy?"

She barely makes it five steps before tripping over two rather large bodies, sleeping on a makeshift bed on the floor. Bucky groans and Steve's eyes flicker open.

"Why are you on the floor?"

"Wanted you to sleep pretty girl. Mav was taking up all the room and you looked like an angel." Bucky hums in agreement despite his eyes being closed.

"Mmm, well it's all free now." It's short, simple but the sarcastic tone has Bucky's eyes flickering to meet his boyfriend's. They both sigh, staring up at the ceiling, knowing it's going to be a long day.

And it is. She's does whatever she can to get away from them, only answers with short replies to the point Bucky can't take it anymore.

"Sweetheart," Bucky tries again but she doesn't acknowledge him, eyes stayed glued to the book. He gets fed up, metal plates click as artificial appendages run over the binding and pull it from her grasp.

"Give it back, James."

He cringes at the name, a displeased frown wears his face. "No, you have to talk to us."

"No."

"You're bring a brat." Bucky starts, watching her expression change from annoyed to anger, wrinkles of frustration pinch between her eyebrows.

"Buck - don't say that to her." Steve comments, it's his fault, he's the one who said yes without confiding in her first.

"She is, it's over with now. She has no right to be this mad."

"No right?" Her chest fills with emotion as a humourless chuckle causes both men to stiffen. "No right? Huh Buck? I sat here for two full weeks, no communication, nothing while the two of you are out there fighting God knows what after you swore, promised you would always be with me. Don't promise me forever if you're just going to throw yourself in danger! You're going to die and leave me, or worse! Both of you will."

No one says a word, only watch as her chest rises and falls with deep, heavy pants despite the tears that rolls past her eyes lashes.

"Honey, I'm sorry -."

"I don't want to hear it James, and you." She turns towards Steve, fire in her soul. "I thought you would understand, more then him, considering it has happened to you."

She leaves the room without another word, Buck turns towards Steve, watching the way he fights the tears that gather. The pain of loosing Bucky is still so fresh, "She's right Buck, we fucked up."

"I know, I know." He mumbles into Steve's shoulder, pulling him close.

***

"You're so good to me, sweet girl." Bucky moans as she shifts her hips against him, the blunt end of his cock hitting the spot inside her that makes her squeal for more.

Large hands squeeze her hips as Steve leans over to find his boyfriend's lips, kissing him through the gasps and whines of their girl's name as she circles her hips around Bucky.

Steve's hands pull at his hair, lips trailing from his lips, down his cheeks before nipping at his jaw.

"How does he feel honey?"

"So good, Stevie." For a second he's in a trance, watching the way her face contours with pleasure and the pain of her third orgasm well on its way.

Steve lays next to Buck, hand wrapping around his own heaviness between his legs as he stokes it, switching between her face of pleasure to Bucky's, who bites his lip to suppress a moan.

It's short lived as hips stutter against her own, coating her walls with his warm cum.

Steve barely gives her time to recover, positioning her on his hands and knees before hovering over her ear and nibbling on it. "My turn, honey."

***

Her hands nervously shake, the kitchen table is all set up, dinner is ready but at the moment she doesn't have an appetite.

Between this morning sickness, the overall change her body is under going, food makes her sick. The opening of the front door makes her sit up straight, sucking in a deep breath.

Two voices conversationing in the hall, "I thought I said for you to lock the door when we leave." Buck is clearly annoyed, it's been a long day but Steve rubs his shoulders, mumbling something incoherent.

Upon entering the kitchen, they both grow worried. Face drained of color, red blotchy eyes with shaky hands.

"Hey, hey." Steve drops to his knees in front of her seat in an instant, hands curling around her wrist as worried steel blue eyes follow his stance, reaching over to stroke her cheek. "What is it? What happened?"

"I'm pregnant." She pauses, "I'm scared, I'm scared. What if someone comes for you? How are we supposed to raise a baby? What if it has the serum, will it ever be safe?"

The questions fill Bucky with dread, how much though put into every sentence, every word is like a new hit of pain to his body but he stays strong. For his girl, he leans forward, wiping the tears away from discolored cheeks. "Everything is going to be fine babydoll, you're going to be fine, our baby is going to be fine."

[yourcooladdiction]

i didn’t have a back-up plan | bucky barnes

summary: reader x bucky break-up but nothing one of tony’s infamous galas can’t fix ;)

pairings: bucky barnes x female reader

warnings: 18+ only pls!! (smut, unprotected sex, public sex), angsty, little bit of fluff, jealous bucky, cuss words

You’re sitting at the kitchen table with your head cradled in both of your hands. Your cheeks are stained from the hour's worth of tears and for a second you are so glad you didn’t put on any mascara this morning. You hear the screeching sound of a chair pulling out across from you and you refuse to look up. You’ve been going at it for hours now.

He just got back from a three-month-long mission, and everything had been fine until he told you how long he was going to be gone this time. You couldn’t do another three, four, maybe even five months without seeing him. You’ve been together for almost two years, yet it seems like you’ve only physically been with him for maybe 4-5 months. You didn’t expect much from this relationship. You knew when you met him it was going to be hard, and if you’re being honest, you didn’t think it was going to last this long…but there was something about him you couldn’t get over. You fell for him hard and now you are dealing with the consequences. You weren’t accustomed to his lifestyle, and you knew you’d never adapt to it. Being an Avenger isn’t something you just sign up for and it’s certainly not for everyone. He didn’t force the lifestyle upon you, he never forced you to Tony’s lavish parties even though he wanted you to but he knew you’d be too uncomfortable. He loved you. You knew that. You loved him. He knew that. But you knew he deserved more, someone like him, and you deserved someone more like you, with nothing too special about them.

“You want to yell at me some more?” You ask.

“Doll...” His tone is cold and emotionless. You know where this is going. You both have known where this is going.

“Do you think we need to break up?” the words escape his lips, and you finally glance up at him.

“If that’s what you want.” You state.

His shocked response is not what you were expecting.

“What do you want? Do you want this to work? Do you love me?” His tone now filled with sincerity. Where the fuck has this been the past two hours you think to yourself. You could’ve sworn you were taking the words out of his mouth, you wanted to beat him to it. But his puzzled look is telling you otherwise, telling you he doesn’t want this at all.

“Bucky, we haven’t been doing well for so long. It’s just... it’s just not working. Our lives do not mesh together anymore. You are all over the place and I can’t drop everything when convenient for you.” You explain your decision and he sits back in his chair.

“I’ve never once expected you to ‘drop your life for me.’ Jesus fucking Christ.” His tone back to irritated. There he is. There’s the Bucky that you’ve been dealing with for the past few hours and the past few months.

“We fight all the fucking time! That’s all we’ve done for months! When you’re gone it’s over the phone or in text, when you’re here it’s in person. Nothing has changed. Nothing helps. It’s not fucking working.” Your voice cracks and his eyes begin to water.

“I... I love you, I don’t want this to end. We can work on this. I can work on this. I can tell Sam I need a break and take some time off.” He attempts to save himself and you shake your head.

“Buck – I love you but I’m holding you back. You need to be with someone who understands your world and I- I’m just not that person.” You try to fight back the stream of tears and he drops his head in defeat.

He attempts to save himself one more time as his mouth opens but nothing comes out. You stare deeply into his piercing eyes. Trying to memorize his face. Trying to memorize him.

He stands up from the table and stops beside you. He reaches down and squeezes your hand. You squeeze back and glance up at him one last time. His eyes fill with tears once more and he takes off to the door. You sit there and force yourself to stare at the now empty seat across from you. You hear the door shut and the floodgates of emotions hits. You sit there for the longest time. Tears and tears flow down your face. Your heart has found a new home in the pit of your stomach. Your eyes eventually dry up and you know that this was the right decision. It was never going to work…

You are pulled out of your poorly timed reminiscing when your date reaches out and grabs ahold of your hand,

“Ready babe?” He asks.  

You force a smile and step out of the car.

You find it oh so incredibly ironic that your work is co-hosting one of Tony’s infamous charity galas. After you and Bucky broke up you landed a big-time PR job which involved working the one and only…avengers. You haven’t seen Bucky since the breakup but he had to know that you were practically working for the team by now. You had wondered how long you two could avoid each other, it was bound to happen eventually.

Nevertheless, 8 months post break up...here you are. The guy you’ve been seeing, a stockbroker on Wall Street was more than eager to be your date to this event. He wouldn’t shut up about the networking opportunity, and a chance to “meet the avengers.” Eyeroll.

You, on the other hand, didn’t want to go. You’ve been staring at the guestlist for weeks, well, you’ve been staring at one particular name on the guestlist for weeks. You’ve been racking your brain on why he would come to this event. He usually never goes to these stupid gala events, but yet he is attending a random gala…that you are in charge of…come on. You also find it convenient that he had a plus one beside his name. Of course, he does. He’s Bucky Barnes, why wouldn’t he have a date.

You and your date walk the imitation red carpet that’s laid out. You are the chair of this event so you have to pose for pictures and stop for questions. You hated this part of your job, you just wanted to be behind the scenes but unfortunately, people love you and your work, so they want to know all about you at all times.

You make it through the interviews and pull your date inside. He is enjoying this publicity a little too much. You find some co-workers/friends and push him off on them, and quickly head to the bar to get the strongest drink possible.

You order a dry martini with extra gin and take a sip.

“Some things don’t change, hm doll?”  

You stand there frozen. The accent. The beautiful Brooklyn accent that you miss every fucking day. Those six words send chills down your back. The way “doll” flowed off his lips. This fucker. You take a deep breath and pray your makeup has remained in tack and your hair looks good from behind.

You slowly turn around and are met with those deep blue eyes. His hair was much shorter than the last time you saw him, but still so damn handsome. The scruff along his chin almost makes you drool because you miss the feeling of it against your skin. Your eyes make their way back up to him and he is smiling.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi.” You say back.

“You look...fantastic,” he smirks.

You bought this dress specifically for tonight. For this moment. You got it in his favorite color because you wanted him to see you and admit you looked good. You give yourself an internal high five before responding to him.

“Thank you, so do you.” You gesture at his tux. One of your favorite looks on him.

“I-uh-I hope that it’s not weird that I am here,” he says as he takes a step into you.

“Oh, no. Not at all. I am glad you’re here.”

You quickly realize what you said and try to recover,

“SO you can take part in the donations! The more avengers the merrier!” You laugh nervously  

You idiot.

He chuckles at you and shakes his head.

“Is there somewhere more private we can talk?” He asks.

“Uh-I shouldn’t. I have to-“

“Oh right, yes, of course, you’re working. Well, maybe we can meet up before the night is over? I would love to catch up,” his voice is almost a whisper as he is only a few centimes from you. You can smell his unique scent. You used to joke that if he could bottle it up and sell it he wouldn’t have to run off and save the world every other day.

“Yeah, mhm, enjoy your night!” You respond and walk off.

An hour or so passes as you get caught talking to other donors before you can make your way back to your date. He is completely sloshed and making a fool of himself. Great. You call him an Uber and tell him he has to leave. He doesn’t take this very well and begins yelling at you. You and a few co-workers manage to get him outside as you wait for the Uber but he continues yelling at you.

“You’re just a fucking bitch! Get over your fucking metal-arm freak of an ex and you will be happy! I could make you so happy!” He says as he points a finger in your face.

Before you can respond a man quickly jumps in between the two of you and slams him into a wall

“Call her a bitch again and I will kill you, yeah?”

Your date's eyes go wide, and he runs off to the Uber as it pulls up.

“Bucky, what in the absolute fuck is wrong with you?” You yell and he chuckles.

“Really? I just helped you with that fucking asshole and you want to yell at me?”

Without thinking you take ahold of Bucky’s hand and pull him inside and off to a side room. You slam the door behind them both of you and he takes a few steps inside before turning around to face you. You cross your arms along your chest and tell yourself to be calm, give him a chance to explain himself, but as he opens his mouth you cut him off.

“What the fuck are you doing here, James?” You question

A smile splays across his face as you use his first name. He takes a few steps towards you, attempting to close the gap. You slowly take a step or two back still allowing the distance between the two of you. He smirks as he realizes what you’re doing.  

“Well doll, if you must know. I needed to see you He says. His accent was thicker than before, which is a clear indicator he’s been enjoying the open bar or some Asgardian liquor or both.

“What about your plus one? Where is she, hm?” You question.

“You mean Sam? Yeah, I’m sure he’s having a great time in there.” He chuckles.

Of fucking course it’s Sam.

“Why was Sam not on the – oh forget it, we aren’t together anymore Buck, you don’t get to just show up and call me doll and pretend that everything is normal.” You sigh.

“Why not?” He asks playfully.

“We broke up, Bucky.” You sigh once more.

“Yeah and?”  

“And!? And YOU walked away” You scoff

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me, doll?” His voice irritated.

“No, I’m not fucking kidding ‘you.” You tilt your head and mock his accent. His eyes narrow and the muscles in his jaw clench. You forgot how fucking sexy he is when he’s mad.

You two stare at each other for a few seconds as if you’re having a contest. Your emotions begin to overwhelm you and you feel the tears swelling in your eyes. You look down in defeat and you hear him let out a small sigh.

“Love.” His voice cracks. Fuck. You can’t hold the tears back any longer and you feel them fall down your cheek. You look back up at him and his eyes are bloodshot too.

“I fucked up, doll.” He mutters.  

“Yeah. You did.”  

“I know I did! I know! I should have stayed and fought for you. I know that now. I am sorry. But I’m here now. I’ve been working on this little plan for weeks now, to see you and –“

“No! No, no. You can’t do this. You don’t get to do this.” You interrupt, you wipe a tear away, and turn around to leave.

“It wasn't just me, doll! What about you, huh? You couldn’t adjust to my lifestyle yet you’ve been parading around all the other avengers for the past 8 months. Helping Tony with these bullshit galas!” He challenges.

You spin around and narrow your gaze at him.

“It’s my job.” You defend yourself.

“Yeah? I was your fucking boyfriend, not a lot of effort given there though?”

“Oh, fuck you, Bucky. Fuck. You.” You ridicule.

You both stare at each other down. Waiting for the next one to say something. You are soon questioning why you were so excited to see him tonight. Why you picked out this specific dress. Why you enjoyed it when he defended you against your douchebag date. You feel another tear fall and you quickly wipe it away.

“I should’ve tried harder. I’m sorry. I couldn’t handle the distance and I gave up on us too easily because I was scared and I’m sorry.” You finally confess.  

He stares at you. Contemplating what you just said. His jaw is still clenched, and both of his hands are stuffed into his pockets. The silence is almost deafening, and you turn to leave as your heart can’t take this anymore. 8 months later and you’re still not over him. You’ll never be over him.

Bucky grabs your hand as you begin to turn and spins you back around to face him.  

“Doll, I miss you. God, I fucking miss you.” He croaks.

Before you can speak his lips crash against yours. He quickly has you pushed against the wall as he deepens the kiss. You moan as you feel his tongue enter into your mouth. You wrap your hands in his brown locks and attempt to pull him further into you. He slides a leg in between yours and you moan as he grazes your sweet spot.

“Buck, we’re in public-“ you let out a raspy moan.

“I need you, please.” He groans.  

And with that, you’re gone. You give in to whatever he wants. He slips off the straps of your dress and you step out of it, he takes you in as if it was the very first time seeing you. You attempt to cover yourself up, you haven’t been this exposed since the last time you were together.

“Don’t,” he demands.  

He lifts your chin with his finger and places the sweetest kiss on your lips.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers.

“Buck, I haven’t- I haven’t been with anyone else.” You admit.

“Me either, baby. I couldn’t bring myself to think about anyone but you. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. Let me show you how much I've missed you."

This time the tears swelling in your eyes were happy ones. He smiles as he finally renders you speechless. He wipes the tear away and kisses you once more. The kiss goes back to heated and passionate. You reach for his belt buckle, and he groans as your hands brush up against his erect member. He pulls his bow tie off and quickly unbuttons his shirt. He slips off his pants and underwear and once again has you pushed against the door. He begins kissing down your neck as he slips off your bra. He hooks a finger into your underwear, and you moan as his hands slide down your thighs.

“You ready?” He asks

All you can do is nod as the sight of him is enough to make you come.

He hoists you up against the door and you wrap your legs around him as he slips himself inside of you.

“Fuck, baby girl.” He groans.

“Buck – Jesus.” You cry out as he fills you up. He stills as he thinks he hurts you and pulls away to check on you,  

“Move, please.” You giggle and he nuzzles his head into your neck and begins peppering kisses along your collarbone.

He thrusts himself in and out of you at an unrelenting pace. Anyone else would probably be embarrassed with how quickly you’re about to fall apart but you don’t care. You’ve missed this touch for months. You’ve craved it for months. You knew you needed him again. You just needed to realize it.

“Y-you close baby? I’m so close. Fuck.” He moans.

You attempt to speak but all that comes out is a loud moan of his name. He smiles at how easily you fall apart for him. He’s always loved this effect he’s had on you. Even though you held your own, there was something about Bucky that made you putty in his hands. He knew he had to get that feeling back. He knew the second he walked out he wanted to come back. He almost did. He stood outside your door for the longest time but couldn’t bring himself to knock. He knew you’d come back to him. He knew he’d find you again and you two couldn’t help but get back together. You were meant to be.

“Fuck, I’m-“ is all you get out as your orgasm takes over.

“That’s it, doll. Let go. Fuck. I love you. I love you so much.” He praises you as you clench around his cock.

Your head spins as you see stars. With a few more sloppy thrusts, Bucky is moaning your name as he lets go inside of you. He slowly places you back down on the ground and kisses you all over.  

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“I love you.” You say as you lean up to steal a kiss.  

He smirks against your lips and wraps his arms around your waist. You two stand there in each other’s embrace.  

“Can we make this work? Can you be mine again?” He whispers  

“Yes.” You smile.

“Good, I didn’t have a backup plan if you said no.” He smirks and you laugh.

“Let’s get dressed. I’m sure everyone heard us.” You roll your eyes.

“Hey that’s never bothered you before,” he teases.

[alltooreid]

Invisible String

Although Spencer Reid and the Reader don’t find themselves in a romance with each other until well into their adulthood, their relationship has been decades in the making. Almost as if something as been pulling them together all these years. 

A/N: sorry for such a long wait but i’ve been struggling a lot mentally as of late. i hope you guys enjoy this one shot!! As always requests are open and heavily encouraged!! And of course this is inspired by the taylor swift song of the same name :)) Also keep in mind although the following scenes are heavily inspired by some scenes in Criminal Minds, elements of them have been slightly altered to fit in Y/N as a character.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Type: a cute strangers to lovers fluff fic!

Word Count: 3.9K

Content Warnings: typical criminal minds case discussion, mentions of child trafficking when discussing this case, but no real detail. slight spoilers for season eight (beginning maeve stuff) and tiny spoilers for season fifteen (briefly mentions max but nothing really important to the plot at all)

“Time, curious time Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs Were there clues I didn't see?”

You had met Spencer Reid 3 times before you had really met him.  

It was almost silly to think about it now. Now that you and Spencer have been dating for 3 years, it was strange to believe there were so many chances for you two to meet years earlier.

When you were sixteen years old, you got your first part time job. You worked at a self-serve frozen yogurt shop called Iced Dreams. You hated it so much. Your manager was a total creep, your older coworkers were rude and condescending to you, since you were one of the youngest people working there, but most of all you hated the uniforms.

Consisting of a very stupid looking hat, bright pink with randomly embrodiered teal patterns, an outdated bright teal shirt, it had been given to you from a dirty bin in the back, and judging by the sewn in shoulder pads, it had to be at least a couple decades old.

So one day, you didn’t wear the hat.

It wasn’t entirely purposeful. You couldn’t find it, you searched your room, you searched your car, so eventually you had to leave without it to prevent being late. Still, as you clocked it and passed the box of extras in the office something made you decide to leave it alone.

You were about 8 minutes into your shift when your manager approached you. “Y/N? Where’s your hat sweetheart?” You hated this man so much. You had gone to your parents time and time again, recounting his creepy behavior towards you and the other teenage girls who you worked with, but they refused to let you quit.

When you had started working there, he used to enforce this ridiculous rule that all the female workers had to wear skirts as part of their uniform, but you had gathered all the sixteen and seventeen year olds who worked there and all threatened to quit if he didn’t change the policy. So you were no stranger to breaking and defying the rules.  

“Yeah I couldn’t find it, sorry.” you shrugged.

He chuckled and reached his hat out to touch your face. You jerked back, you almost wanted to refuse to wear one of the stupid extra hats just so that you could get fired.

“Well, Y/N its policy sweetie. No matter how special you are to me you still need to wear the hat. There’s extras in the office.”

“No way I’m wearing one of those. I bet they have like lice or something.”

He pursed his lips and sighed “Well I suppose that beautiful hair is just too pretty to wear a used hat huh. . . What do you suggest? If you’re working you have to wear it.”

You laughed, “Well you could let me go home.”

He paused, “Why don’t you go sit in the office, I’ll come talk to you in a minute.”

So you did, for about 10 minutes you sat in the office, surrounded by frozen yogurt flavor marking posters and boxes of old uniforms, and each passing minute you feared for the worst. Maybe you were actually getting fired? You really didn’t want to go that far, because, as much as you hated it, you really needed this job.

When your manager finally came to talk to you he held a small salted caramel frozen yogurt, your personal favorite flavor, and a twenty dollar bill. He handed them both to you.

“You seem so stressed Y/N, why don’t you take the day and go get lunch. My treat,” he said, smiling that weird twisted smile that always made your full body shiver.

However you were broke as hell, and no teenager in their right mind would ever pass up free food, so you took it, grabbed your keys and started to leave

Yet as soon as you walked out the back door you dropped your frozen yogurt, cup fully upside down, onto the pavement. You cursed, you hadn’t even taken a bite of it yet, and it looked like he had put coconut flakes on it, and you loved coconut. Still, you had your twenty bucks, and that was a pretty sweet pay out considering you were only clocked in for about 20 minutes.

So you got Chinese food, and spent what was supposed to be your shift in the shopping mall across town, completely and blissfully unaware of the fact the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI was dragging your manager away in handcuffs.

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Young Spencer Reid had only joined the FBI about a month ago. Despite being a genius, and providing crucial information to the solving of cases, he was aware of the most obvious. He was only twenty two years old, and he was scrawny as hell.

He felt this intense need to prove himself, especially to make Gideon proud.

So when they got a case about a the kidnapping and sex trafficking of teenage girls, he saw it as something he could really involve himself in. Based on the profile, it wasn’t going to be a large, strong, confident unsub who Morgan needed to tackle. This man would be ugly sure, but he would be a manipulative mastermind. Reid could work with that, he could prove himself.

He surprised everyone with his sheer work ethic and determination to find this man, and through consistently revising and delivering the profile soon enough they got a hit. A young woman in her early twenties called the tipline and reported her own manager. Insisting he fit the profile perfectly, and described how strangely he treated the minors who worked there, and how he almost exclusively hired young girls, treated them great and then switched as soon as they became legal.

So Garcia did her magically digging, and soon enough the FBI was tearing up a frozen yogurt shop, looking for any evidence of pedophilia. Garcia was even brought along, as she was pivotal to discovering any secret files in his computer.

At first, all they could find were strange compilation videos and under employees skirts. Spencer, and the rest of the team, were struggling to connect how he could get so many videos from an angle like this without anyone noticing or reporting him, until Gideon uncovered an old dusty pair of shoes, in which the right one held a small camera at the toe.

Although this was absolutely disgusting, it wasn’t enough to prove he was running the ring or kidnapping the girls, so Garcia kept digging. Meanwhile, Spencer tried to make himself useful by checking out the back of the store.

That’s where he found your clock-out receipt.

“Hey guys, we might want to take a look at this,” he shouted out.

Morgan grabbed the paper from his hand, “Ok, I don’t get it kid, it’s trash.”

Spencer pointed to the details on the slip, “Yeah but it says here she clocked out 18 minutes ago after only working for 23 minutes and 46 seconds. If this guy is our unsub, this girl could be in a lot of trouble.”

“Maybe she’s still here, has anyone checked out the parking lot yet?”

Spencer shook his head, and followed Morgan out the back door. There they discovered some almost completely melted salted caramel frozen yogurt.

Morgan bent down to investigate, “Yeah, we gotta get this to the lab, but I can tell you right now that there’s clearly more than just coconut topping this yogurt. It also means we have another victim.”

Spencer crouched down as well, “Not necessarily.”

“What do you mean kid? We’re missing a teenage girl and we’ve already found illegal evidence on this guy's computer. She’s in trouble.”

“Well judging the shape and inscription of these pills it appears to be some pretty strong rohypnol, almost certainly prescription grade. And ingesting it like this means she probably would have begun to feel its effects fairly early, I would predict 15 minutes. She clocked out 18 minutes ago, so even if she left exactly at that time she would have certainly crashed her car on the way home. The nearest residence is 8 minutes away from here, we’re in a complete shopping district. There’s only two cars out here and neither have a passed out driver, so I would bet she didn’t eat any of it. Also, the only spoon out here is still wrapped in plastic, “ Spencer analyzed.

Morgan sighed, “Well what do we even do then?”

Before Spencer could answer Hotch opened the back door. “We got him.”

Spencer turned to Morgan, “I’m sure her phone number is somewhere inside, I say we call her and make sure she’s ok. She probably doesn’t even know this is happening right now.”

So he did find your phone number, and although he initially pushed the phone to Morgan, he just chuckled and pushed it back.

“No way pretty boy. You’re the know-it-all with all that profiling out there, you can call her,” and before he could protest Morgan left, so Spencer was left to call you.

And strangely, for it being the first time he would ever interact with the love of his life, he thought nothing of it.

And that was the first time you had met Spencer Reid.

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The second time was years and years later, when you were waitressing night shifts to make extra money. You had never forgotten meeting Spencer Reid the first time, but this was the first time you would ever see his face.

You were slightly concerned when you got a call from a man, whose name you had now long forgotten, claiming he worked for the FBI. Although you weren’t incredibly surprised to hear your manager committed such heinous crimes against children, you were taken aback by how close you had come to becoming one of his victims.

But that was 9 years ago. In your college days it became a fun story you told at frat parties, but you were 25 now. Sometimes you would think about the incident when you couldn’t sleep, and if you were feeling feisty you would use it as an icebreaker or a “two truths, one lie” statement, but otherwise you didn’t really think about it.

You had plenty of other things to worry about, in fact, that’s exactly why you worked so much. It was so much easier to forget when you were constantly preoccupied with complaining customers and terribly awkward blind dates.

You had just sat this man, incredibly handsome, however it was clear he was on some kind of date. His reservation was for two, and he spent way too much time adjusting his clothes and table setting for him to not be trying to impress someone special. He also brought a gift, which judging by the packaging and shape, seemed to be some kind of wrapped book.

Even though he was 15 minutes early for his own reservation, he still looked really nervous, almost like he already believed she might not show up. You couldn’t help yourself, you had to go talk to him.

“Anyone ever tell you you should model?” you started with.

He looked up “Excuse me?”

“Sorry for being so bold, you just look so familiar,” he weirdly sounded very familiar as well, but you didn’t tell him that. “Are you sure you haven’t modeled? You have excellent bone structure. I bet you could.”

He laughed to himself, “yeah I’m sure.”

“Well your date is very lucky either way. I wish I had a boyfriend as handsome as you. Actually I wish I had a boyfriend period, but that’s a whole other story.”

He chuckled, and although you knew in your heart that you shouldn’t be flirting with him considering he was 15 minutes away from being actively on a date talking to him made you feel something you hadn’t felt in a long time. “What happened with your boyfriend? Do I even dare ask?”

“Well I kind of always knew he wasn’t super interested in me, but I really liked him, so I did my best to ignore his wandering eyes,” you sighed. “That didn’t stop him from leaving me for his coworker though.”

“That’s terrible.”

You smirked, “That’s not even the worst part, he broke up with me over a 27 second phone call. He didn’t even let me respond, he just kind of hung up.”

“I’m sorry, no one deserves that. Especially not you. I’ve only been talking to you for a couple minutes and I can tell that.”

“Oh really? What makes you so sure?”

“I’m pretty good at reading people.”

You smiled, “Well I should probably stop flirting with you now, considering your date hasn’t even started yet. And don’t worry, she’ll show, you’re so handsome she’d be stupid not to.”

He looked confused. “You were flirting with me?”

You laughed, “I thought you were good at reading people?”

He smiled back at you, and it made your heart soar, this silly, pure goofy smile that made you want to replace his date and have dinner with him right then and there.

You walked back to your hostess stand. A couple minutes later you noticed the handsome stranger on the phone. You thought nothing of it until later when a woman came in, clearly nervous, holding a gift bag.

“Can you give this to Spencer Reid for me please?” You recognized the name, the man you were just speaking with had filed his reservation under it.

“Um, yeah sure, aren’t you going to go in? He’s at that table over the-” but before you could finish your sentence the woman was gone. Your heart sank, poor Spencer, how could someone drop their date off a gift but stand them up anyway? That’s just cold.

When you get up to bring the gift to him, he’s already heading out of the restaurant himself.

“Sir? Spencer? Dr. Reid?” he turned his head. “A lady came in and dropped this off for you.”

His face dropped, it almost looked like he was about to cry. “Thank you,” he said as he looked up at you before leaving.

He ran out the door, both gifts in hand and whipped his head around a few times before sighing and speeding off in one direction. Even before you learned what happened after that and leading up to it, you felt terrible for the handsome stranger.

How could you not for someone so clearly distressed? Someone so clearly in love?

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7 years and a divorce later you were spending your Saturday in a park, strangely contemplating love itself. Although you barely remember that night all those years ago when you spoke to Spencer, he did. Vividly. In fact, on this Saturday you both were in a public park, contemplating your many failed attempts at true love.

It was your first wedding anniversary without your husband. Although you had only been married for two years, you still were having a hard time navigating life without him. 

You started to wonder if you would ever find the true love you had been wishing for since your youth. Was 32 too late? Had you lived out all of your opportunities?

When you were little your mother had told you that all soulmates were attached at the left ring fingers, by small, incredibly thin strands of gold string, invisible to the naked eye. She insisted that these strings were constantly trying to pull you and your soulmate together, and that when life was ready for you two to meet, you would. 

Until then, you would have small, mindless interactions. Things you wouldn’t think about, maybe even things that weren’t interactions at all. You would get the same commercial jingle stuck in your head. You would both get an intense craving for the same food. You’d have the same dream. 

As a kid you were obsessed with this idea, you thought it was so romantic, and you fully believed everything your mom told you about it. You always asked her for more stories, and at bedtime you refused to sleep unless she would tell you more.

But now you were sure soulmates, true love even, didn’t exist. The invisible pretty gold strings your mother weaved fantastic stories with were completely fabricated. If they weren’t, you would have seen the clues by now.

Right?

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Spencer Reid was given an assignment from his therapist. He had to spend his Saturday off trying to interact with a stranger. Making friends with someone other than his colleagues may seem like a simple task for some, but it was something the young genius had almost no experience with.

He understood that it was probably for the best. He wasn’t exactly great with relationships of any kind, but especially not romantic ones. It didn’t take a genius to know that a couple of flirtations, a dead girlfriend he had only seen once, and a long time unrequited (or at least he thought unrequited) infatuation with his best friend and godsons’ mother was not a very great track record.

He, just like you, was also beginning to believe that he was hopeless when it came to love. That 38 was too old, that his time to meet someone and have the children he dreamed of had long passed.

But right as he was about to call JJ, to see if she would invite him in on the case Garcia had started to work on, he saw you.

Unlike you, he remembered your face and your interaction vividly. That almost date with Maeve was one of the biggest defining moments of his life, and what are the chances that the waitress from that very night was now less than 30 feet away from him, reading under the green leaves of a tree.

He wasn’t going to say anything, until he saw the book you were reading.

The Narrative of John Smith.

It must have been a sign, for what he wasn’t exactly sure yet, but it just had to mean something. The universe had to be reaching out to him, he had experienced crazier things.

And just as he was about to walk over to you, to close the gap between the gold strings tied around your ring fingers, a child interrupted his train of thought.

“That’s a strange haircut.”

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Derek Morgan and Spencer Reid were finally reuniting after many years. They barely got to see each other these days, but even though he was teaching and working at the BAU, Spencer still was willing to clear his schedule to second Derek suggested they meet up.

Morgan was excited as well, both to see his friend and to hopefully help him get a date. Sure, he had liked what he had heard about Max, but he wasn’t exactly surprised it had only lasted a couple months between her and Spencer. They just seemed too different.

Plus, now he got the chance to play wingman again, and he was ecstatic about that. Spencer not so much.

“I don’t know Morgan, it’s only been a couple months since we broke up. Wouldn’t it be too early to start talking to other people?”

“Pretty boy, you and I both know that the rate in which you’ve had relationships is not even close to the average. You need to balance that out somehow.”

Spencer sighed, he knew Derek was right, but he still felt strange.

“Morgan, have you ever heard of the red string of fate?”

“No, but I’m sure I’m about to hear all about it.”

“It’s an East Asian philosophy, based on the discovery that the ulnar artery connects the heart with the pinky finger, actually that’s where the belief in pinky promises come from. The reason it’s integrated in so many different cultures is that-”

“Kid, you’re losing me here,” Morgan interrupted. “Finish your thing about the string.”

“Oh yeah, sorry. It’s the idea that human relations are predestined by a red string that the gods tie to the pinky fingers of those who find each other in life. Legend has it that the two people connected by this thread will have an important story, regardless of the time, place or circumstances. The red string might get tangled, contracted or stretched, as surely often happens, but it can never break. Essentially, the idea is that although we might not realize it, our lives move in a pre-ordained direction, guided by invisible strings that are woven into the fabric of the Universe itself. And all the while, the red thread connecting us to our distant soulmates is getting shorter.”

“Well it’s an interesting theory kid, but it’s a lot to think about. I mean, we’re in a bar, let loose a little bit. Not every interaction has to be about getting closer to your soulmate. And sure, maybe you’ll meet them one day, maybe even soon. But you’re here now, and just because your one true love may not be, doesn’t mean it’s not worth it to be here.”

Spencer sighed, “You’re right. I don’t even know if I believe in that anyway, maybe I’m just looking for something to explain this all.

Derek patted his friend on the shoulder, “okay pretty ricky, this is how it’s about to go down. I’m going to buy you two drinks. You’re going to take both of them, and go find someone, anyone here to go talk to.”

“Ok, I think I can do that. Who?”

Derek looked around, trying to find who he believed would be the best match for his friend. “How about her?” he asked, pointing at you.

Spencer couldn’t believe it when he looked. There you were, the girl, the one he had met three times before, even if he could only remember two. The woman he knew was some sort of universe sent sign that Saturday he saw you underneath the greenery. The girl he was so close to talking to before he was interrupted by Max’s nephew. The woman who (and he obviously did not know this at the time) he would marry 3 years later. The one who would carefully knit the baby blankets for all of their friends and exes. The one who he would adopt 3 children with. The woman who, he was now sure, was at the other end of his invisible string. The girl he needed to talk to right now.

“Is it just me,” Morgan said, “Or does she look kind of familiar?”

“Yes,” Spencer responded, “yes she does.” He got up quickly and started making strides towards you.

“Wait!” Morgan called, “You forgot your drinks!”

“I don’t need them!” he shouted back. When he sat down next to you, you smiled. It made his heart soar, you had this silly, pure goofy smile that made him want to ask you out right then and there.

Instead he settled on the only conversation starter he could think of.

“Have you ever heard of the invisible string story?”

And you couldn’t help but laugh.

“A string that pulled me Out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons One single thread of gold tied me to you”

- Thank you for reading! Please reblog and let me know what you think :))

[kyuala]

cravity in a horror movie

a/n: this is all jokes. also wrote this thinking of the slasher subgenre rather than supernatural or whatever. enjoy and happy halloween! 🔪

☠ serim

not easily scared jock. takes it upon himself to try to get everyone to calm down and think rationally when things start going awry. walks around in his varsity jacket his entire screentime and looks damn good in it (and he knows). might be a skeptic but doesn't even care enough to get into this. tells seongmin he'll stop the killer with his bare hands if they come for seongmin when he gets scared. probably one of the first characters the killer gets alone bc he just doesn't think it's necessary to stick together. wholeheartedly believes this is just one of woobin's pranks until the killer pulls a knife. then proceeds to try to fistfight said killer even though they literally have a knife. puts up one hell of a fight but honestly probably dies

☠ allen

"guys... this is starting to get weird". halfway between scared and skeptic, he's like the bridge between serim and the rest of the group. he's initially backing his skeptical friend up, but once he turns up DEAD, you know... it's game time. bro pulls up Google and does all the research he can to fight the killer like he's literally that character that's shown in front of a whiteboard schooling all the survivors on how they can win this. saves his friends countless times throughout the movie, even by sacrificing himself. has a good chance of survival if he doesn't freeze on the spot every time they find a dead body

☠ jungmo

inadvertent pizza guy. just that one pizza guy in every horror movie who somehow always gets roped into this. you know the one. he wears a cute little white and red uniform with his cute little cap and he looks like he's so stoned he's about to drop dead but he's inoffensive and actually a good guy. he just wanted to make some extra bucks this weekend but oh, great, now he's being chased around by some lunatic with a knife, so that's nice. 10/10 self-defense tho, his weapon of choice is a frying pan and nobody (himself included) knows how but he survived his attack. probably wasn't even the killer's main target, he just showed up and got in their way. like he could probably turn around and go home after his scene is over but he decides to stay and help anyways. and that's when he dies for real RIP he was a real one

☠ woobin

comic relief but that's also his demise. loves tormenting the scaredy cats in the group but not too much bc he's actually a good guy and not a jerk. still loves to torment them tho. responsible for like 2 or 3 separate jumpscares in the movie. goes off on his own to like prank somebody or something and that's when he encounters the killer, who he thinks is also pranking him and do you see where i'm going with this. yes he'll like try to scare the killer or throw something at them or something. he'll probably mock the killer's get-up and that's when he gets cut man, straight up, no stalling. that also probably happens early on in the movie like he might not even be aware of the Serim Situation. he's not heard from for about the rest of the movie and that's also what helps the group figure out something's going on (besides the Serim Situation). he probably turns up towards the end of the movie SOMEHOW and aids in the final showdown. audiences love him

☠ wonjin

scaredy cat. oh my GOD do i even have to say it. that one dude who falls for the jumpscare like 5 mins into the movie but turns out it's just the wind. constantly mad at his friends for scaring him. probably hates halloween. lives on edge at nighttime, thinks every sound is someone out to get him. unfortunately he turns out to be right this one time and that's when the crying and incoherent mumbling come in. he's that one character trying to come clean and starts spilling all his "deep, darkest secrets" to everyone when they're just standing around in a circle trying to figure out how to get out of this (cue allen saying "dude it's cool i don't care that you ate my last slice of pizza in 2016 please take this knife"). honestly probably makes it to the last few survivors in the movie purely out of sheer fear of everything and survival instinct. the first one to yell at his friends that there's a killer on the loose out to get them. probably dies when he's left alone against his will by his friends (ahem. taeyoung) and when the killer gets him he pees his pants a little bit. it's a little sad but he's a fan favorite so it's okay i guess

☠ minhee

the boyfriend slash protector. i don't know who but he's dating somebody hyeongjun. he's just always got that energy that he's cool, calm and collected and ready to protect his beloved any place, any time. probably didn't have anything to do with the killing spree himself in the first place but that's his BABY and their friends so now he's offering his own home as a hiding place. conveniently his parents are never home (might make for a good, tragic backstory). would not even allow himself proper grief after his lover dies bc he still needs to survive this, kill the killer and save as many of his friends as possible. he, of course, survives. his friends don't. also he doesn't kill the killer but hey, he's alive by the end of the movie. audiences WILL ship him with the final girl and it'll be annoying it's going to be all over Twitter

☠ hyeongjun

scaredy cat but the one that dies early on. kind of like a... "shitting his pants too much to properly function" kind of situation? whereas wonjin's scaredy cat instincts are solely what keeps him alive throughout the movie, hyeongjun's are what sends him the other way. they're his demise. he hears a scary sound? he's asking "who's there?". he's hiding from the killer? he will loudly start wailing, he don't give a shit. he's being chased around the house? he'll run straight past the front door and downstairs. the killer got him trapped in the basement and he very obviously should look to the various tools beside him to use as a weapon? hyeongjun's throwing a cardboard box at them and running straight towards them simultaneously. he might be that person who dies during the opening scene. audiences get agitated watching him but it's okay bc he's cute and THAT'S how you build animosity among the viewers towards the killer. hyeongjun ain't there but he sets the tone for the rest of the movie

☠ taeyoung

final girl but he's a guy. he's smart. he's good-looking. he's charismatic. he has a good heart. he makes bad decisions that end with his friends dying sometimes (sorry wonjin). he's got it all. probably doesn't give a shit for like half the movie and then has a change of heart after All His Friends Very Clearly Start Getting Sliced. takes the role of leader upon himself after serim's gone and allen's.. on google. delegates roles and tasks to the rest of the group so they can not only escape the killer but also get them. he doesn't plan on killing them tho bc, remember, he has a good heart. his survival plans and instincts are very much based on counter-attacking instead of running though, so he will at some point, to the audience's dismay, suggest splitting up so they can "cover more ground" (again, sorry wonjin). he's the one that gets the final showdown with the killer and kills them and nobody gets why (like didn't he have a good heart and all that?) but we're all happy bc it's literally what he deserves he just saw most of his friends die. definitely the one in that final classic scene sitting in the back of an ambulance with a blanket and an ice pack on his forehead being interrogated by the police

☠ seongmin

scream queen. oh the absolutely SHRIEKS he's letting out... ones to rival ms jamie lee curtis herself. gets into a few chasing scenes with the killer but always escapes bc everybody's first instinct is to protect him (especially taeyoung) and also production needs to keep him around a little longer so he can scream a little more. probably has the most interesting choice of weapons, like a wooden baluster that fell out of his staircase prior to the movie starting and he holds onto it for dear life. has a mental breakdown mid-movie and goes off on his on with jungmo's (rip) frying pan in hand to hunt down the killer and kill them himself. might get stabbed 30 seconds later, might get an ambiguous fate. who knows (he's actually saved by taeyoung once again but you won't know until you watch the sequel)

main masterlist ☠ cravity masterlist

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Would love to hear more about your theory of when they show Buck's forearm tattoo, the black rings. I haven't even thought about that and I'm intrigued! It's extra interesting because that's the tattoo that mirrors Eddie's (Which I know is 100% a coincidence, and it's still lovely that they match.)

Oooh, thank you for asking about this! This got away from me a little, but here goes.

Okay, so let me preface this by saying that this is less of a theory and more of a few “huh, that��s strange” observations about the tattoo in question in relation to some scenes Buck shares with Taylor and then with Chris and Eddie. This is also not airtight as there are instances when the tattoo is visible in scenes with Taylor (the main point in this being that it isn't always). I also have to mention that these are only a couple instances that I noticed on my first watch of 5A (except for the one scene in 4x14 later on), so there might be more scenes that contradict or support whatever it is I’m trying to say here :D (Also, I still find it so neat that Eddie has a near matching tattoo even if it is purely coincidental, I’m just a sucker for soulmate AUs and Buck and Eddie just happen to be soulmate shaped, but I digress.)

So, the first time I really paid attention to the visibility (or lack thereof) of the twin rings tattooed on Buck’s right forearm was while I was watching 5x01. In the first Buck/Taylor scene of the season, it’s barely visible which caught my attention (I remember going “wait where did the tattoo go???” which was the catalyst for this whole thing). It’s the scene where Buck and Taylor are in Buck’s bed, watching the news about the cyber-attack and you can kinda see the tattoo at first (I had to watch the scene back to realise it was even there and it’s not really visible in the screenshot I managed to get):

[Image description: A screenshot from episode 5x01 of 9-1-1. Buck and Taylor are sitting up in Buck’s bed, Taylor is looking at her laptop and Buck is leaning against the headboard looking at her. /end ID]

Now, the tattoo might not be very visible in this because the shot isn’t from close up, and there are some brief glances where you can see it when Buck and Taylor move around in the scene, but they’re really blink and you’ll miss it (I know I did). The interesting thing in this scene, though, happens a couple moments later when Buck tries to get Taylor to stop her research by trying to initiate sex. Because in that shot, the tattoo is almost completely in shadows:

[Image description: A screenshot from episode 5x01 of 9-1-1. The shot is from above, Buck is on top of Taylor as they’re lying down on the bed and kissing. Buck’s right arm is stretched out on the bed next to them shrouded in shadows. /end ID]

Here, you can still see Buck’s arm and in the angle that it is, the tattoo should be visible. But due to the shadows casted on to the arm, you can’t see it (or at least I can’t). Again, the shot here isn’t a close up so distance is a factor, but I still think it’s interesting. Especially compared to the scene of Buck and Chris in Chris’ bedroom in 4x14 which I’ll get to in a minute.

But first, another instance when the tattoo is in shadows. This time the scene is from 5x09 after Buck and Taylor have come back to the loft after the whole parole hearing thing:

[Image description: A screenshot from episode 5x09 of 9-1-1. Buck and Taylor are sitting on Buck’s couch and Taylor is cuddled up to Buck’s side with Buck’s left arm around her. Buck’s right arm is stretched out so it rests between his legs and again is shrouded in shadows. The coffee table and stairs are also visible in the shot. /end ID]

Again, you can see Buck’s arm but the tattoo is once again completely shadowed over and stays like that for most of the scene. At the end of the scene, Buck does wrap his right arm around Taylor too and the tattoo is visible for a couple seconds and it is fully visible in the awkward love confession scene at the end of the episode, but I still think it’s interesting that at least twice now this season alone, the tattoo is completely shadowed over when Buck is with Taylor.

Now, if we compare these two scenes to the one with Chris in 4x14, the contrast is clear. I didn’t actually pay attention to the tattoo when I last watched the episode but after seeing this gifset by @madsbuckley yesterday (the 6th gif in particular), I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. All three scenes are similarly lit, aka the lights are fairly low so it would stand to reason that we wouldn’t really be able to see Buck’s tattoo in the 4x14 scene either, right? Yeah, no. Because the tattoo is very visible here:

[Image description: A screenshot from episode 4x14 of 9-1-1. Buck and Chris are sitting on Christopher’s bed, their heads bowed together. Buck is sitting on Christopher’s right and he’s reaching his right arm over himself so that it rests on Chris’ thigh. /end ID]

Like Buck could so easily reach to Chris with his left arm/hand because it’s the one closest to Chris. But instead, he reached over with his right arm and this time there are no shadows on the tattoo. It’s fully visible and the way Buck and Chris are positioned, your eye is drawn to the tattoo. This scene is also not a close up, and yet you can see the tattoo clear as day unlike in the scenes with Taylor.

You can also see it well a couple moments prior when Buck comes into the room and then also as he first sits down next to Chris. Granted, those are fairly close up shots much like the love confession in 5x09 so there’s not much that could “hide” the tattoo but still.

There’s one more observation about the tattoo that tickled my brain in 5A, but this is a bit different than the three scenes above. The scene in question is from 5x05 and also features Eddie’s similar tattoo. Here’s a screenshot of that:

[Image description: A screenshot from episode 5x05 of 9-1-1. In the centre of the scene there’s a patient sitting up on a gurney with Hen behind it. Buck is standing on the left side of the image and Eddie on the right. Buck’s right arm and Eddie’s left arm are visible as are the tattoos on their arms. /end ID]

This scene takes place during the daytime, so the lighting is much better but the interesting thing here is that both Buck and Eddie’s tattoos are visible. Eddie is often shown to wear long sleeves and we see him in short-sleeve uniform shirts only occasionally which was the first thing that got my attention, the second being the tattoos. There’s only one other instance that I can think of right off the bat that we see both tattoos in the same frame (I think it’s from season 2? the scene where they’re at the station near the pinball machine?). So why show it again here, in an episode where Eddie is first paired up with Hen and Buck with Ravi? Where Buck and Eddie aren’t working together as partners for probably the first time since Eddie joined the 118 (if you don’t factor in the times one of them has been off work for one reason or another)? Are they showing us that they’re connected even if not working together (hello 5B)? I don’t know, I’m probably grasping at straws, but I still think this was an interesting choice.

And there you have it! Thank you so much for asking about this! I honestly don’t know if this is even anything, but it’s been on my mind a lot since 5x01 so it was nice to actually write something down about it.

[shelby-love]

BOBBY NASH

Life as Cap's Daughter

Requested: yes

Author's note: I got a little carried away, but I wanted to DELIVER FROM POINT A (LOWEST) TO POINT B (BEST) PART OF HIS LIFE. Kept it realistic as possible plus it’s very long SO BEWARE

P.S. you can kind of see how my love for the man just SPILLED ... aka I kind of lost it and just hammered the numbers. It shows how unexperienced I am at these <3

Requests for 9-1-1 are OPEN

Headcanon

Bobby had you before Marcy and Athena were a part of his life

You were his little everything

The food he fed you growing up…

You would tell people that your dad's a chef, and not a firefighter

You thought a chef was a better job! You were four…

With your mom out of the picture it was just you and your dad for a big part of your childhood

He baby proofed the entire house

Balled his eyes out when he walked you to school for the very first time

When he met Marcy you were roughly around 8, but the two of you got along very well right off the bat

Even though he's a quiet, withdrawn man that likes to keep to himself, you were the one who brought out his witty side

He was very proud when you showed an interest in ice skating, it quickly became 'your thing' and Bobby loved that you inherited that from him

He's at all of your performances! 

He catches you every time no matter the situation

You loved Robert Jr. and Brook very much too, considering them your siblings without a doubt

You helped change their diapers, practically raised them with Marcy and your dad

Family dinners with Bobby's marvelous cooking – a must!

Bobby was very overprotective when you entered your teen years so thank god for Marcy (she was a saint)

He'd invite your date over and drill him while eating the nicest foods he prepared with extra caution

"Dad, that was a bit too much…"

"You think? I didn't even get to scratch the surface."

"Okay, honey, let her go have fun."

Marcy and the kids were there for you when your dad started to go south because of his injury

"Dad where are you going?"

"I'll be back soon. Don't worry about me."

For a moment you considered if life with him was even worth it

Wanting to finish high school as soon as possible just so you could get away from his lies was your darkest thought

But he is your father, and no one could change that

The fire though... It was the most heartbreaking moment of your life

You were out, so you weren't on the scene

But you wished you were at some point

You couldn't look at him after that

Went through the roughest time of your life

It felt like you jumped through time because you two were alone again

But that made you treasure each other more than anything

You watched him at his lowest and supported him when he started to get better

"Dad, please don't give up."

I don't think Bobby would be able to get through the trauma if it weren't for you

Not even his notebook was enough to keep him together – you were the glue

That's why making a fresh start in L.A. felt great

You two settled quickly; you giving in more effort than he did at first

Because you're smart like your father you got into a very very very good college in L.A.

"At least something's working out for once."

"Hey don't say that."

"But dad... It's true!"

When he told you, he was in station 118 you stalked researched them

Found out the address, looked at the place from outside using Google Street View

That kinda thing

"But dad. I'm just looking out for you!"

"I know. Thank you for that."

There's a lot of buts

But dad this but daaaad that

You're very annoying when you want to be

The two of you lived together, since you didn't trust him enough to move out and live on campus

He didn't bring you to the firehouse until he was 100% sure

No scratch that: until he was 100000% sure, you weren't stepping foot on the grounds of that station

When you did meet them, you loved Hen instantly

You wanted to come back just for her

Chimney was a bit awkward

He didn't know how to act around you

You were 18 but since you were Cap's daughter he didn't know if he had to treat you like you were 8 or not

Hen didn't have that problem obviously

She was so easy going you loved her instantly

Bobby has eyes everywhere when you're at the station

MEETING BUCK WAS HORRIBLE

Your dad was breathing down on your neck when you came to the firehouse one day and Buck 1.0 was working there (just started)

HE HIT ON YOU IT WAS HORRIBLE YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO

Neither did he once he found out

That was the day Bobby fired him bc he did the nasty with that lady in the firetruck

You came by like, "Hi, I'm Y/N nice to meet you Evan."

And then suddenly you had to go like, "Bye Ev- Buck… It was nice knowing you."

Buck went home that day – pride demolished

"Did you really have to do that dad?"

"I said three strikes, and he's out. He didn't listen."

Why didn't you come earlier? Surely you could have given Buck some great tips

"Oh, well."

Buck came back!

You became friends after that. Had a teasing relationship, never looked at each other the other way after that day

Y/N + Buck = BFF

You'd joke about your first tragic meeting and you’d go out with him when he was going through a dark time because of Abby

You didn’t drink, he did

Everyone loves you OBVIOUSLY

You're Cap's daughter I MEAN WHAT IS THERE TO SAY?

Eddie came too! Eventually.

You fell in love with him instantly

But you love his son even more than him

You'd take care of him whenever you had time and Eddie was busy working

You learned more facts about the world from little Christopher than from your own father

You often came by to eat lunch at the station because that's where your dad ‘the cook’ was

Maddie and you hit it off very well and became close friends

NOW MEETING ATHENA FOR THE FIRST TIME…

Your mouth was on the floor

She was so goddess like you were smitten by her

So, your dad and her announcing their relationship to you wasn't a surprise

You and Hen won the bet

Became close with May and Harry too although it was hard not to picture them as Brook and Robert at first

After your dad and Athena got married you finally felt as if you could breathe

Knowing that your dad was safe and sound, you moved over to campus but still had your own room at Athena's place

You go there every weekend

You're essential to the party planning

Even though you're a perfect little young adult you're ready to pull out the "My step-mom's a sergeant" card

A huge party was thrown for your 21st birthday

I'm talking BIG BIG BIG

Buck and you got drunk

Your dad got drunk too

Life turned around for the better although some pieces of past tragedies still lingered

You've let go of people but you and your dad also grew and healed enough to let new people into your lives

No one knows what life has in store for you two, but you both know it will be good

As long as you have each other

He's your pillar, and you are his in return, that's how it's always been

"I love you dad."

"I love you too kiddo."

~

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