#i think it's neat to think about how buck fell in love first

[warpedpuppeteer]

I really love the idea of Buck being the one who's been secretly in love with Eddie the whole time. Because when it comes to Eddie, he doesn't really seem to give much thought to dating until someone pushes him to it?? But Buck always seems to be thinking about how to be a better person (choosing to go to therapy, being open about what he wants in a relationship and such). So in my head, between the two, Buck is the one more likely to figure it out first before Eddie. And he's just sweet enough to think Eddie might not want this so he supports Eddie dating others and even dates people himself (thinking that this thing with Eddie will never happen so why not). It's like, he's pining but not in a "i will stay miserable about it" way??? Does that make sense?? Buck's just the kind of person who is like 'you might not love me but i will steal the moon for you, i will fight the world for you, i will bring you all the stars in the universe'.

Eddie is the kind if person who needs to be told "hey have you ever thought about dating buck? how he checks all your boxes? how you're both raising a child together and have each other's backs and are comfortable with each other?" and it makes him go OH, i never thought about that. And then he starts seeing Buck in a whole different way you know. Like, here's the person Chris likes, who will protect Chris and takes care of him like his own, who knows his family, who will always come save Eddie no matter what, who's been there for Eddie's highs and absolute lows. Like, all the things Eddie worries about when finding a partner is something Buck already fulfills. So why not date Buck?? Why did he never think of this??

[thatguywhodoesstuff]

Another Round Of J X Thad Incorrect Quotes

(I want to thank everyone for the positive reception of this post, it was really encouraging given how niche this ship is.)

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Thad: Sometimes, I’m embarrassed to be dating J, because one time while we were in class, she yelled at the teacher and told him to shove a marker up his urethra. (Breaks down laughing)

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J: This is a bad idea.

Thad: Then why are you coming?

J: Someone has to get your injured ass home.

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J: (Softly) I want to kiss you.

Thad: (Turns to look at her) What?

J: I said if you die, I wont miss you!

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J: Crushes are the worst. Whenever I’m near mine, I start acting stupid.

Thad: But you always act stupid. Wait…

J: (Sweat appears on her visor)

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J: Relationships should be 50/50. Thad cooks me dinner, while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty as I supervise him.

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Thad: You have to apologize to N, J.

J: Ugh, fine! But I have to warn you, this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with!

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Thad: I want to be with you for the rest of my life.

J: Wow, if I didn’t know better, I’d say that sounds like a marriage proposal.

Thad: (Gets down on one knee) That’s because it is.

J: (Blushes aggressively)

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Uzi: (Shyly) If I fall…

N: (Warmly) I’ll be there to catch you.

Lizzy: (Looks up from her phone) What if I fall?

V: Then I’ll fall with you.

Thad: (Turns towards J) And if I fall?

J: (Looking at a clipboard) I’ll be the one who pushed you.

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Thad: (Infodumping about sports)

J: Ugh… Stop doing that.

Thad: (Confused) Stop doing what?

J: (Crosses her arms & looks away, lightly blushing) Saying things that make me want to kiss the hell out of you.

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J: How… How do you ask someone out?

N: Well, first-

Uzi: Don’t listen to him, he asked me out in an underground lab cathedral.

J: …And you said yes?

Uzi: B-bite me!

(Later, after a bunch of shenanigans)

J: I’m in love with you.

Thad: Oh come on J, we called off the prank war hours ago.

J: …I know

Thad: Ah. Okay. Uh… Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

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Thad: Could you cut me some slack, J? I’m sort of in love.

J: (Unmoved) That’s really not my problem.

Thad: (Exasperated) I’m in love with you.

J: (Blushes) Oh… Well, that kind of brings me into the loop.

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J: My crush isn’t picking up on my hints.

Lizzy: Have you dropped any hints?

J: Well, I think about him a lot and sometimes I even think about talking to him.

Lizzy: (Gives her a look that screams “Seriously?”)

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Thad: So… You like cats?

J: Yeah.

Thad: (Tries to impress her by slowly pushing a glass off of the table)

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Thad: Uh… Are you trying to seduce me?

J: (Laying before Thad surrounded by candles, her tie loose and collar flared) Why, are you seducible?~

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Thad: (Somberly) J and I are no longer dating.

J: Thad! That’s a terrible way of telling people we’re married!

Thad: (Chuckles)

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V: Do you love Thad?

J: …Yes. I do.

V: I knew it! I told you, Uzi! You owe me 100 bucks!

Uzi: Wha-? We all love Thad! You should’ve asked if she was in love with him.

J: I thought that was implied.

Uzi: (Stares dumbfounded while handing $100 to V)

V: (Accepts the cash with a smug grin)

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J: Goodnight to the love of my life, Thad, and fuck the rest of you.

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N: (Trying to be supportive) Just be yourself.

J: Really? N, I have one day to win over Thad’s parents. (Turns to the rest of the group) How long did it take for you guys to like me?

Lizzy: A couple weeks.

V: Six months.

Uzi: The jury’s still out.

J: See N? “Just be yourself,” what kind of stupid advice is that!?

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Khan: So, are you going to explain how the hell you crashed the bus?

J: Well, we were driving and there was a deer in the road, so I said “Thad, deer!”

Khan: (Casts a look at a nervous Thad, who has been silent since they made it back to the colony) …And what did Thad do?

J: …He said “Yes, honey?”

Thad: (Buries his face in his hands)

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Thad: Do… Do you love me?

J: We are literally married.

Thad: Yeah, but as a friend or-

J: (Pulls him into a kiss) Does that answer your question?~

Thad: (Nods dreamily)

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Uzi: (Watching the news) This sucks.

J: This is horrible.

Uzi: I know! I mean, look at today’s news.

J: What? No, it’s not that, it’s Thad.

(Uzi looks at her confused)

J: It’s just, I can’t get him out of my head and every time I look at him, I have this pain in my core, and I just know its his fault, that son of a bitch!

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N: How is the most beautiful person in the world?

Uzi: (Blushing) I-

J: Thad is doing perfect, thanks for asking.

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Thad: That was so hot, J.

J: I literally called the skank who just flirted with you a degenerate dog and told her I hope she gets dragged through the streets.

Thad: I am so in love with you.

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J: My hands are cold.

Thad: Here, let me hold them.

J: (Lightly blushing) My lips are cold too.

Thad: (Covers J’s face with his hand)

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(At 3 in the morning)

(Lizzy and V run into Thad’s room with air horns and turn on the lights)

Lizzy: Wake up sleepyhead!

Thad: (Wakes up) Ugh, dude!

(Lizzy and V laugh)

J: (Sits up from where she was sleeping behind Thad) What the fuck are you two doing?

V: (Jaw drops)

Lizzy: Wait WHAT-

(J deploys a machine gun and fires at them)

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[purplesurveys]

1899

Do you ever worry about your future? (i.e.: college, marriage, kids, etc) Not really. I think I've mostly learned how to have an "accept whatever's coming" mindset, which might sound lazy but it helps a lot in, like, not being constantly paranoid. If anything what I only find myself thinking about repeatedly is the future in the context of my parents – will I be the child who'll live with them when they get old, would they ever get seriously sick, etc.

Does your family use coasters? Is anyone in your family excessively tidy? We don't; we just use the placemats for glasses. My mom is very tidy and very particular and very uptight with neatness...but somehow that doesn't translate to coasters haha. We manage fine without.

What’s your least favorite chore to do around the house? Do you have to do this often? Ironing. Its optionality is what makes it burdensome for me lol, if that makes sense. I don't always have to do it in every laundry cycle so when I do, it feels like an additional chore.

If you went to your mom/dad or whoever you live with and said “hey, I’ll clean the whole house if you give me 20 bucks” would they go for it? Would you raise the price? 100% they will just laugh at me for asking money when they know I'm already perfectly capable of earning my own, haha.

Are you usually late, early or right on time? Usually right on time, or anywhere between 1-5 minutes late.

If you wrote a journal entry about your last date, what would it say? I can't remember when my last date was.

On a scale of 1 to 5 how organized are you? I'm like a 6 at work and a solid 2.5 anywhere else.

Name a movie you can watch over and over again and not be bored with? Roman Holiday or Two for the Road.

Do you wear pajamas to places other than at your house? Apart from the house and accommodations like hotels and Airbnbs, nope.

Do you take showers in the morning or at night more? Morning. It needs to be the first thing I do every morning, otherwise it won't feel right when I work.

What is the wallpaper on your cellphone? Lockscreen is Namjoon at a museum; home screen is the latest OT7 selfie from Jin's first day out the military. It's the one where Hobi has clearly been drinking because his entire face is red, lol.

Do you still have your tonsils? Yes.

What is the worst thing someone has ever done to you? Told me I'm worthless, unworthy of love, a burden etc. Idk I blocked everything from my memory but that's essentially the idea.

Have you ever gone nude/streaked in public? No thanks.

Do you snore? Steal the covers? Roll around in your sleep? I snore sometimes, which is the most noteworthy thing I do when sleeping tbh. Otherwise I barely move and always wake up nearly in the same position I fell asleep in.

Why aren’t you with the person you love? I'm not romantically interested in anyone.

Could you go out in public looking like you do now? Yeah. I was supposed to be out for an event but this typhoon did not shut the fuck up all day. Internet's out, landline's out, and even cell signal was mostly out inside the house so I've been working from my car and didn't have time to change out of my event clothes.

Do you like the rain? Love the rain.

What is your mom listed under in your phone? Just her number. LOL. It's a running gag now tbh; it's hilarious when people see it and are shocked when they find out I don't have my mom officially saved, so because the reactions are always priceless I've kept it that way.

Do you like going to the dentist? Yeah it's fine but I just hate when they use that sandpaper thing to aggressively wedge in my teeth gaps. Makes me so paranoid.

Are you afraid of speaking to large audiences? Not usually. I'll be fine if I know what to say.

Are you afraid to tell the truth sometimes? Sure.

What’s one quality about yourself that you feel sets you back but also helps you? Gosh. Uh...maybe liking my alone time a little too much, I guess? I could benefit more by joining communities, signing up for hobby classs and workshops like painting and pottery, and meeting new people...but idk. I'm also just as content staying my shell when I want to.

Was anyone who had been in your company today in a bad mood? It was just me and the rain today.

The last time you felt sick what exactly was wrong? Food poisoning. Drank bad milk.

What did you do today? Weathered through work despite the nearly-nonexistent signal and carried out the most stressful event ever (it was a face-to-face that needed to be redone and repackaged into a Zoom event with uhh *checks watch* barely 2 hours of prep). I should feel proud but now I just kind of feel bad because I was tense and stressed all day and could have spoken more nicely to some colleagues who kept getting stuff wrong. I didn't humiliate them or say bad words or anything lol but the perpetual people pleaser in me just doesn't like showing that I'm angry. Idk. It's hard to balance being firm and gentle.

[allcountersarehipheight]

Mid-Year Book Freakout 2023

Tagged by @kazz-brekker (thanks!)

1. Best book you’ve read so far this year

I think it’s gotta be A Marvelous Light by Freya Marske! I had heard so many wonderful things about this book and it really lived up to and exceeded expectations. I love magic systems that differ from the stereotypical “magic” and this one had me thinking about how everything worked for days after I read it. Also the romance was delightful so that was definitely a plus!

2. Best sequel you’ve read so far this year

Taste of Marrow by Sarah Gailey! Hands down. Technically, I read it as part of American Hippo which was a combination of River of Teeth and the sequel (and also more technically this was a re-read) but it’s a sequel and I’m counting it. It’s an alternate history (which I adore) and Gailey’s characters are always so well fleshed out and diverse. I’ve read all of her books and they never disappoint.

3. New release you haven’t read yet

My copy of Nona the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir is staring at me from my bookshelf every time I pick something else up instead. I keep meaning to get to it and then I remember how absolutely confused I was when reading the other two books. As someone once said, “being confused while reading is a feature, not a bug” and I respect that but also I have not gotten around to it.

4. Most anticipated release for the second half of the year

The Fragile Threads of Power by V.E. Schwab!!!!! I am so so so very excited about this book it’s not even funny. The Shades of Magic series is arguably one of my favorite and I cannot wait to see what absolutely buck wild stuff happens next. 

5. Biggest disappointment

Notorious Sorcerer by Davinia Evans. I picked it up at the library because I liked the cover and I think I had seen something about it somewhere? But I couldn’t get into it (didn’t even finish). I tried cause the premise was really interesting- going back again to the different magic system. This one specifically was very heavily alchemy based which was really neat and I wanted to know more about that specifically, but for whatever reason I couldn’t get past the first 30 pages or so.

6. Biggest surprise

I think this has to be Leech by Hiron Ennes. When talking to the librarian who was checking out my books, she looked at me and went “oh! one of my coworkers read this and had no idea what was going on the entire book.” Honestly- a glowing recommendation. You really start off in the thick of things with no explanation and every new piece made the puzzle just that more interesting. I’m trying to branch out in what I read and this fell into that category and I’m happy with it.

7. Favorite new author (debut or new to you)

Allison Saft! I just finished A Far Wilder Magic and it was absolutely incredible. Once again the cover got me to pick up the book and it was phenomenal. The book is magical (both in the narrative and figurative sense) and it was so easy to get sucked in by everything that was happening. Her character work was gorgeous and I fell in love with everything that was going on. The characters felt real in a way that is hard to articulate without going on a very long tangent and the plot itself was very very good. I cannot wait to read the other book she has published and I look forward to whatever she comes out with next.

8. Newest fictional crush/newest favorite character

Ok, so bear with me- Jasper Detchard from The Henchmen of Zenda by KJ Charles. This book is apparently a retelling of a Victorian pulp novel The Prisoner of Zenda which I did not know until I started reading. Jasper fits very neatly into my favorite character type: rugged man with heart of gold. Jasper’s heart is less golden and more shriveled but also I love him. He was a dick from the get go but he protected the people he cared about and his internal narrative had me cackling in public.

9. Book that made you cry

Devils Unto Dust by Emma Berquist. It’s a zombie-western and I didn’t know I needed that genre until I got it and now I’m fairly certain I don’t want to read anything different ever again. The range of emotions that I felt while reading this book were wide and varied and it did not pull its punches a single iota.

10. Book that made you happy

Casket of Souls by Lynn Flewelling! Or Secret Lives of Country Gentlemen by KJ Charles. Both were lovely but very different. Casket of Souls is the penultimate book in the Nightrunner series and I just love everything about these books. I’d read an entire book of them just chilling and not having anything happen and I would be happy. Secret Lives of Country Gentlemen was a historic romance with the main romance going from secret lovers to enemies to friends to lovers again and let me tell you that ride was as wild as it sounds but it was an absolute treat to read.

@thisisadecisionimayregret and @heretodazeandconfuse I want to know what y’all are reading (also hello hi)

[besotted-eros]

Promotion

Armin x f!reader

18+

Content: Dom!Armin, degradation, dirty talk, deep throating, face fucking, light bondage, Armin loves calling you pet names, power dynamics, slight exhibitionism, degradation, spanking, oral (giving and receiving), unprotected sex, slight bimbofication, corruption kink, losing virginity

Made to be a soldier.

That's how they describe you, your superior officers and your comrades. You had sought out the scouts the earliest that you could, desperate to find your place among the ranks. And you moved well within them, soon becoming one of the elite of your regiment.

All the better, as it made it easier for you to catch his eye.

You had taken his orders for two years now, after his return from Marley and immediate promotion to commande, passed through section commanders and leaders. But the first time he saw you, Armin's words died on his lips.

"Her name." He asked, gesturing towards you discreetly. You were standing in salute, hand curved over your heart and back straight.

"Y/n, sir." His assistant responded.

Armin liked how it sounded. It was a name he could see himself murmuring in the moonlight, against your soft skin. "And how is she?"

"She hasn't seen anything action wise, not many of them have. But she's one of the highest ranked." Armin could have told him that. It was the way your eyes were still bright and soft, the innocence still hung about you.

He wanted it.

"She'll be in my squad starting tomorrow. Let her know. She'll take dinner with me tonight.

You sat on the edge of the couch, fidgeting with the pleats in your pants. Your head was still spinning, waking up this morning as any other grunt and by the evening being told you were meeting with Commander Armin to be inducted into his personal squadron. You had always admired the man, with his elegant and soft way of speaking and his kind azure eyes. And his mind. To think that that mind decided on you. It was an honour.

"Ah, y/n." The warm voice greeted you from the opening doors. He stood to the entrance to his private quarters, and behind him you could see an intimate set up for the aforementioned dinner. You jumped up, pounding your hand to your chest.

"Sir, commander Armin sir! Thank you so much for this promotion, I will aspire to live up to the standards that the scouts have set, I will-" You launched into the ramble quickly, voice raised and cheeks bright with flush. His delicate features lifted into an even warmer smile as he crossed the room, hand extended.

"Shh, enough of that. You're a bright soldier, I'd be an idiot not to pick you." His eyes ran across your body, almost blatantly. He must have been sizing your physique, judging how strong you were. You raised your chin, clasping his hand firmly. His skin was calloused, years of war and hard work. It offset the softness in his eyes. You were at once comfortable, allowing him to pull you by your hand towards him.

Armin moved to touch the collar of your shirt. It didn't lay as flat as his did, and he adjusted it familiarly. His head dipped towards your neck, inhaling the soft scent of soap and perfume. He hummed softly in his throat before smiling again.

"Are you hungry?" He asked, lifting your hand to his mouth. He pressed a chivalrous kiss to your skin that made your eyes widen.

You hadn't realised he was inquiring for more than just food. But your mouth was full now anyway, his pretty pink cock buried to the hilt down your throat.

He stared at you with those kind blue eyes, shadowed with a perverted lust. His once soft hands were a vice in your hair, guiding your novice mouth further down. In his over sized armchair his hips bucked, attempting to press further and further into your hot wet throat. Your fingers scrabbled at his thighs as your eyes welled with tears, making the mascara you had borrowed from your bunkmate run.

"Shh, pretty thing. That's it. Need to teach you this don't I?" He whispered, brushing one of your black tears away. "Breathe through your nose. Don't you dare pull away." He grunted, moving both hands to hold you in place. Beside you the fire flickered, casting shadows on the untouched meal. You had barely gotten past drinks when you had noticed the bulge in his pants, and how his smile widened when he realised you couldn't keep your eyes away from it. He had asked another question, politely inquiring about your physical test scores while he undid his belt. Your voice had faltered and Armin's brow furrowed.

"I asked you a question."

So you answered dutifully, words tumbling from your mouth as you watched his slender fingers wrap themselves around his already swollen shaft. It suited him, long and delicate, with veins that matched the blue of his eyes. It was no wonder you were more than ready when he asked you to take it in your mouth.

And now you were drooling over it, heaving breaths through your nose to ensure he remained completely sheathed in your throat.

"Have you done this before? Or are you just made to be a whore?" He purred, slowly pulling his hips back. You shook your head as best as you could, gasping when his cockhead popped from your lips.

"N-never." You choked out, coughing slightly. Armin's eyes flashed as he violently thrust forward again, sending himself straight down your throat. You gagged slightly but caught yourself, your nails digging into his thighs through the expensive fabric of his pants.

"So you're just a natural, hmm? Such a pretty innocent face, but you're made for such depraved things..." He gathered your hair slowly as he spoke, gently stroking it to the top of your head and Twisting it into a bun. You melted into his touch, your eyes fluttering closed at his caresses. He waited till you were disarmed, soft and pliable. And then he leaned back, gripping onto your hair and using it as purchase to begin thrusting down your throat. He panted loudly, eyes glazing with pleasure as he fucked into your mouth. You whined with pleasure when you could, struggling to catch your breath as he used you, holding you still while his hips met your met over and over. You felt his heavy balls slap against your chin, felt the brush of his soft blonde hair, kept trimmed and neat. But all you could do was feel yourself grow more and more wet, more and more desperate for this sweet faced commander and his dark wants.

"I'm going to cum down your throat, okay pretty whore? Don't you dare waste a drop, understand?"

He was leaned forward now, pushing and pulling your head rhythmically. You whimpered, fingers gripping his pants as you looked up to him, those innocent wide eyes bleary with tears. And that was enough to push him over.

With a final gasp he shoved you down, groaning his relief as he unloaded shot after shot of hot white cum straight down your throat. You were true to your word, swallowing every drop as tears fell freely from your face, and your hand pressed desperately between your legs.

He collapsed back, his chest surging as he watched you catch your breath.

"What a good little thing you are. You'll be such a perfect addition to my squad. I've needed a whore for a while now." He commented, pulling you to stand. You were dazed, holding onto his arms as he held you against him. He crooned softly as you swayed, his hands moving down to grope your ass brazenly. "So fucking tight, let me see it." He panted. It made your head spin to hear the perverse growl in his voice, so in contrast with his innocent blue eyes and halo of blonde hair.

He pushed you back slightly, making you stumble. You caught yourself and began to undo your buckle as he ran his fingers through his hair, eyes glued to your hands as you began to push the garment down. You had worn your prettiest panties, not knowing what compelled you. But it seemed worth it now as Armin's eyes lit up at the soft white satin and lace. He let out a deep groan, pulling you violently to him to set his lips crashing against yours. One hand held you in place as the other made contact with your mound, stroking your heat through the fabric. You moaned into his mouth and it encouraged him, the heel of his palm grinding against your throbbing clit as his fingers manipulated your soaked lips, pushing and pulling the fabric against your slick.

With a quick movement he had spun you around, sending you rocking back into the armchair. You didn't have time to get comfortable as he dragged your hips forward, calloused hands forcing your knees up and apart.

"Look at you, wetting yourself so early into the evening. You really are desperate aren't you?" He murmured, the tip of his nose trailing up the soaked satin. He inhaled loudly, making you whimper and try to pull back.

"S-sir," you gasped and he grinned malevolently, rubbing his nose against you even harder, parting your lips under the panties.

"You shy now? You let me cum down your throat and now you're shy?" He murmured, hot breath sending shivers reverberating through your body. His tongue flattened against the crotch and he dragged it up languidly, taking his sweet time making your toes curl. He slowed even further over your clit, knowing exactly where you needed him most and denying you it. He watched your face, eyes dancing with cruel delight as you whined your frustration, lifting your hips to him.

"Needy little whore." He whispered, bottom lip dragging against your throbbing button. "Normally I don't treat little whores so good yet, but you're so pretty I'll make an exception if you show me your breasts."

There was no thought of denying him. Your blouse was off within seconds, your bra thrown over the back of the armchair. Your hard nipples pebbled even further in the cold air, and Armin stared slackjawed for a moment. Your body, spread out bare infront of him in the hues of gold from the fire. Finally something to render the quick witted man speechless.

But only for a moment.

He all but attacked your cloth covered pussy, slurping and suckling at every part of it and soaking the fabric completely through. Your body writhed and whimpered on the chair, legs on his shoulders and hands in his straw coloured hair. It drove you crazy, to feel the outline of his tongue push satin into your aching hole, having it tighten over nothing in desperation.

Before you could beg for him to rip them off of you, he was standing, revealing his erect dick already dripping precum.

"Turn around and hold the back of the chair, sweet thing." He said, voice a soft velvet. You could hear the sound of his hand jerking his cock, and it was even sweeter than his voice. You scrambled up, turning over in the grand seat to hold onto the worn damask.

He hummed low in his throat for a moment before stepping back. There was the sound of shuffling and the familiar clink of your belt buckle. His firm hands came forth, guiding your arms back while he cooed about soft your skin was. The leather slid over your wrists and was tightened carefully. It felt like a perverse bracelet, rendering you even more vulnerable than you had been. Your face leaned into the upholstery now, and you smelled his cologne on it.

"Much better." He purred, fingers soft on your hips for a moment. His hands trailed towards your ass, squeezing the cheeks fondly before one pulled back, delivering a sharp slap that made you cry out. That drove him forward, yanking your panties down now so he could strike your bare skin. He paused to watch a stringy drip of your arousal fall from your warm lips. Your pussy was drooling for him.

He had planned to tease you, to fuck himself between those plush thighs until he was soaked with you, till you were begging for him to slide in. But you made that impossible.

You didn't have time to process his head at your entrance before he began pressing in, stretching your virgin hole to suit him. A low, drawn out gasp pulled itself from the depths of your throat and he leaned forward, fingers now digging into the skin of your hips.

"Breathe through it, come on. You're a soldier aren't you? Gotta learn to take a little bit of pain." He dropped his honeyed words against your shoulder, teeth dragging across your muscles. You inhaled sharply before hissing through your teeth. He purred his approval, massaging your skin as his long shaft pushed its way in. He waited until your breathing steadied, watching the parts of your face that he could see carefully.

"Tell me you're ready, pretty girl." He asked, hand moving to your bound hands. His fingers played with yours, waiting until you nodded.

And then, you were his.

He pulled back carefully before snapping forward, sending you pushing into the cushions. You gasped at the sensation, the feeling of your innermost walls being touched and rubbed against.

"Fuck, such a good little virgin hole. All mine, only me." Armin grunted, thrusting again. His normally perfectly set hair was now in disarray. You whined at the sound of his voice, and his lips curled prettily. "I can already tell what you want, it's so obvious."

He leaned back slightly, his pace picking up as his large hands guided you back and forth on his shaft. Your ass jiggled every time it met his well formed stomach, soft gasps with every impact. They only increased in volume as he picked up speed, muscles in his legs tensing and low groans filling the air. The sound of his pleasure was intoxicating mixed with the slaps of his balls against you, and the lewd squelching of your pretty pussy.

"You just want to be fucked dumb don't you? Pretty, smart little soldier wants to give everything up for her commander hmm? Bet you don't wanna be in my squad, you wanna be my little bed maid don't you?" He hissed through gritted teeth, placing a foot on the chair to give himself better depth. The tip of his cock pressed pre-cum soaked kisses to your cervix and your back arched, fingers flexing and wrists writhing against the bounds.

"C-commander!" You managed to squeak out and he moan loudly in response, delivering another sharp slap to your ass. This only made you more wild, struggling to look over your shoulder at the state he was putting your pussy in. His cock filled you perfectly, expertly dragging against your walls, putting your weak fingers to shame. You don't know how you would ever please yourself on anything else ever again, you thought as his head leaned back, face contorted in pleasure.

The heat was mounting, growing higher and higher in your stomach and chest. Armin could feel it, the way your walls clenched at him, fluttering in pleasure. Your fingers flexed and he ran his hands up and down your arms, loving your inability to move them.

"Oh fuck, pretty thing is gonna cum so soon? Yeah? Gonna cream on my big cock, baby?" He hissed, reaching forward to grab your hair. Now your entire body was being moved, bouncing against him like a toy. You could do nothing but babble your response, almost cross eyed from the immense pleasure that every single moment sent through you. Your breasts bounced under you, rubbing against the rough fabric, only adding to the symphony of exctasy that Armin was gifting to you.

"Fucking do it. That's an order, whore. Cum on this c-cock." His stammer slipped through as he bottomed out in you time and time again, your plush walls milking his raw cock.

And you have always been such a good soldier. You were made for this, weren't you?

You came, waves of pleasure making your vision explode into a kaleidoscope. Your pussy clenched onto Armin, a last entreatment for his hot load. And he obliged, letting out a loud gasp and low groan of your name as he pumped you full of his seed, collapsing against you for a moment. He held you tight to him, murmuring soft praise as his cock plugged you shut, letting his cum paint your walls.

He didn't have time to rest, his lips just finding the back of your neck before there was a knock at the door. With an annoyed sigh Armin straightened, adjusting his pants and combing his hair back into place.

"Come in." He called out, his voice cool and composed. His assistant opened the door, eyes landing on your gaping pussy, Armin's cum drooling from your lips. Your eyes were glazed over, staring unseeingly at the wall as your cheek rested against the back of the chair. You were blissed out, still recovering from your earth shattering orgasm. Not an unfamiliar sight in this room

"Some forms for you, Commander." The assistant said, walking over to hand the man a pen and binder. "Oh! Y/n, hello." The assistant smiled warmly, but he was unsure if you noticed. Armin tried to contain his smirk.

"Welcome to the squad."

[kookiessugababy]

Another Reason To Hate You (Kim Namjoon) // 18+ nsfw!!

Warnings 🚨- aggressive sex// no protection//edging//teasing//slut shaming kink

-> scenario: you have never gotten along with Namjoon, despite your close relationship with his band. With the boys apartment under refurbishment, you find them staying at your own place- where things become steamy between you and your foe in the shower room.

Hope you enjoy <3

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The previous night was sleepless, the muggy and warm nights creeping upon your Seoul apartment. Despite the discomfort it caused, you had spent the restless night watching movies with the boys; who you could currently now hear blasting music in the next room. They were stammering along loudly to Min Yoongis rap lyrics, Hoseoks voice yelling above them in blatant confidence - the others mixing up all the words in a cacophony of mutters. The seven were crashing at your apartment for a unchartered days with theirs under refurbishment and under the decision of not seeing you for a while, they invited themselves to reside. Nothing in you had a problem with this- you thoroughly loved their lively company and after all they were your closest friends. However, it did mean spending more time with Namjoon than you could handle- the one member who you had a questionable relationship with. Something about him had always frustrated you, the pair of you never flourished in the way you had with the rest. It was different at first; both of you trying to make the effort to amend your obvious differences after Jin introduced you to the band- but now it was left to settle in disinterest. Avoidance was key for both parties; snappy unpleasantness arising every time you engaged…so to the point he was barely an acquaintance to you. With no full understanding why you loathed him with the power you did, you always found yourself paradoxically attracted to him. There was something about acknowledging a mutual abhorrence for someone that makes them more desirable- more hungry for their attention. Alongside this tearing self conflict, you had a constant profusion of work to complete for your boss, alacritous deadlines prolonging your daily shifts. Almost making the company unbearable, relentless hours meant the boys made you stay up most of the evening to reconcile with them- and with the summer months glowing, sleep was rare anyway.

Wrapping yourself in a cream towel, your damp hair fell to your shoulders as you scanned yourself in the face of the mirror. Water droplets cascaded lines on your cheeks, eyelashes catching those stray from your forehead. Your skin looked soft and touchable in the white glow of the light- accenting your expression. With the silence shattering, the door creaked under the sound of knocks from the other side- shuffling echoing from under the small gap of the hinges. “Jin? Is that you?” You assumed- the only member who had a tendency to bother you at such inconvenient time- but you were met with silence as the seconds passed. Before you could question the sound again, the door flung open; presenting a rather flustered tall figure with muscular arms and broad shoulders. His hair was pushed back and neat, a small t shirt revealing his collar bones and comfortable lounging shorts fitting his toned thighs perfectly. Despite a familiar sense of hatred wash over you, you found yourself startled at the sudden entrance of Namjoon- your slightly exposed body causing your nerves to fire.

He stared at you in the heat of the room, the steam rising between the two of you as it entangled with the strange tension. ”Namjoon… what are you doing” you asked nonchalantly. Remaining silent you huffed, slamming your hairbrush onto the bench. “Get out” you snapped- but his reply concluded unhelpful as he suddenly pushed you to the shower wall, pinning your arms roughly to the wet tiles as the towel fell from your grip. “Don’t talk to me like that. I’m sick of your bratty attitude.” Under his stare, you stood naked and exposed to him- your nipples hardening as he searched your curves in such an unexpected manner. You felt the need for obedience under his power- all sense of anger towards him washed with this new sense of frustration that mirrored lust you were sure you had felt for him before. “I hate you, y/n. You make me so fucking mad” he growled, his mouth close to yours. He tugs your lips with his teeth, nipping your bottom lip to cause a slight pain. Wincing at the sensation, you felt his hands grow tighter around your wrist- pushing his hips towards you to prove his hardened state. “Then get out if you hate me that much mm?” You teased- his anger obvious in his eyes. Intertwined with this, however, you sensed a blanket of lust wash over him- his intentions almost becoming obvious to you. “How do you not expect me to ruin you when I know your pretty ass is naked in the room next door? Mmm?” humming he pecks the sides of your neck, leading you to arch your back under the tingling marks he leaves behind. Snaking his arms down yours, which remain raised against the wall, his large palms make their way down to your breasts, fondling with them in a way nobody had before. He made you feel innocent with his dirty smirks, the frustration he felt towards you obviously preparing to be channelled in a way that would leave you breathless. You moaned slightly as he pinched your nipples, twisting them slightly in his fingers as he continued to kiss along your collarbones- teasing his tongue along them as he glanced up at you. You felt your heat grow wet as you gritted your teeth, avoiding contentment of knowing he was pleasuring you- but your desperation only grew with your confinement.

Evidently picking up on your behaviour, his fingers now snakes to your clit- slapping it harshly as you bucked your hips in return. “What a little slut mmm? Getting wet for someone you can’t even bare a conversation with. You must be desperate”. Degrading you only soaked your core as his fingers ran circles around your clit- chasing the feeling of your pussy as he pushed sped up to a painful pace. Stifled groans spilled from you; still in an attempt to silence yourself. Seeing your struggling state gave him permission to dig his fingers deep inside of your hole with a sudden movement- your body jolting under his forceful fingering. Only two fingers made it into your tight hole, moving rapidly between your thighs as your breath hitched. His stare was familiar, the way he looked at you in near disgust was showing- making you feel exposed and submissive to his annoyance with you. “You deserve to have that little pussy of yours throbbing y/n. How dare you get me hard like this.” His breathe easy just as unsteady as your own as he paced his fingers in and out, your juices dripping down his digits with every pulse. You couldn’t mutter a reply as you found yourself riding his hand in desperation- feeling so small under his touch and power.

Closing your eyes you felt his fingers leave you- the warm steam hitting your hole as he edged you from your high. Whining quietly, just in earshot of him he uttered a small laugh of success as he undid his pants. “Turn around, y/n. I’ll teach you how to be good for me” he sounded strain as he spoke, his dick now spilling with precum- yup swollen and sensitive. Spinning around on your heels you faced the tiles- your chest pressing against them as he lined himself up with your pussy. Rubbing his warm cock on your heat, he separated your lips with his tip- running himself up and down where you needed him most. “Namjoon i- need you” you finally cried, pushing back your hips as he adjusted his grip to your waist- thrusting into you with one sudden movement. The pace was unimaginable- your breasts clapping against the wall as his balls hit you again and again- the harshness of each movement sending you into a moaning mess. You could barely think straight as you could only focus on the throbbing of his cock inside of your tight hole- hitting spots you didn’t know existed with his length. He filled you up so well as he pounded you, his head tilted back as your ass slapped against him. Your heat was soaked with the feelings of frustration being taken out upon your bent body- your stomach turning at the simple thought of the man behind you. As your walls clenched yet again, you let out a cry while your stomach flipped to its side. Unable to hold yourself for longer, tears streamed from your eyes as your mouth fell open at the repetition of his tip hitting your g spot.

“C-cum!” You cried- desperate for a release of some sort. Despite you feeling Namjoons dick twitch inside of you, his warmth already spilling- he parted the friction from your walls as he pulled himself out. The absence was unbearable as he came all over your back- holding his cock with one hand as your ass now dripped with his stain. Cursing to himself he inspected your arched back- your ass sticking out and coated in his mess and you whined and cried pathetically as he edged you yet again. Gently, his hands ran to your ass, cupping the cheeks as he leaned over you- kissing your cheek softly. “You poor thing. Stop pretending you hate me and I’ll let you cum next time.” His voice almost sounded sinister, chuckling in your ear as he placed a few more welcomed kisses on your cheeks. “God Namjoon you gave me another reason to hate you”

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[bitchassbucky]

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Warning/s: toxic/abusive relationship dynamics, gaslighting and manipulation, abduction, injuries were mentioned, stalking, dark!bucky x dark!reader, emotionally/mentally unstable!reader, dismemberment (not gore-y but still), three very special character mentions, shady corporate stuff, career sabotage?, food mention, sedation/drugging, f-words.

A/N: oh my god, this is the final chapter of CTRL. to all who read from the start, thank y'all so fucking much - from the bottom of my big-ass heart, thank you so much for coming along with this journey. this is my first FINISHED series, oh my god. to @babyboibucky (CTRL's number one fan), @sarge-barnes-sir, and @borikenlove thank you so much for indulging my inner degenerate GHJSDFG and for screaming (affectionately) at me when i first let y'all read the finished draft.

BUT THIS IS NOT THE END (just yet), i will be uploading TWO epilogues very soon: the explicit version and the not-so-explicit version. stay tuned!

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Your demeanor, character, even tone, changed.

Calculated, cold, unnerving.

But you sat there like a housewife in front of her husband, eating spaghetti and meatballs. Acting all dandy like there isn’t a man strapped onto the chair four feet away from you.

“C’mon, darling, eat! I made your favorite,” your eyes twinkled as Bucky helplessly tugged on his restraints, “oh, sorry, you’re tied up.”

Hm, sick in the head, bad for the heart.

“What do you want?” Oh, wow, even talking hurts for him. His throat is all dried up, he tasted something bitter under his tongue.

You chuckled, moving half a meatball around your mostly empty plate, “for you to stop treating me like I’m stupid.” You spear the meat with your fork, swirling it in the sauce, “I know you’ve been… checking in on me, Bucky.”

Oh, fuck.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I was-- I mean, look at you--” He’s making it worse. You’re mad. You’re angry because he was being a good friend.

He only did that because you were lonely and he’s right: you are lonely.

So lonely that you’re willing to kidnap a grown man to keep you company, “I’m so sad for you.”

“You’re aware you’re the one’s been tied up, right?” You’re curt as you should be, scooting over near Bucky to feed him.

“I can’t eat that—” If he wasn’t sitting down and tied, Bucky would’ve vaulted over you and called the neighbors, she’s fucking crazy!

You giggled, rolling your eyes as if he had the freedom to make a choice right now, “if you’re thinking of screaming… More than half of my neighbors are felons or on parole, I doubt that they’ll call 911.”

Jutting forward the fork, you let the prongs gently touch Bucky’s lips, “now, eat! We have so much to talk about.”

“No. I don’t-- I’m not hungry.” He shakes his head, the fork hitting his chin and clanking down the floor.

“Just eat the fucking food, Steve!”

Bucky flinched at your sudden outburst. The words—the name—seeping in a moment later. Steve? Who the hell is Steve? Was he your husband? Boyfriend? His head throbbed again, his mouth filling with saliva like he’s about to throw up.

You kneel down, pulling a napkin from the table to wipe the meat and the sauce from the floor.

“This better not stain.”

—

He promised thrice.

Once over pasta and meatballs, once over dessert, and once when you were clearing the table.

You relented, of course. Half because you love him and half because it’s getting annoying.

“As long as you don’t leave me, okay?”

“Yes, I promise. I won’t leave you.”

Bucky’s still seating on the dinner chair, slightly slumped without the ropes holding him up, “look, I’m really sorry about the anesthetic, I went overboard with it.” You look over to him—at least he’s regaining his fingers and arms again.

“It’s okay, babe, I wouldn’t trust me either.” If he could stand up, he’d go over and hug you. Helping with the dishes, peppering you with sweet kisses.

A genuine laugh slips out of your lips, “ugh, still… I’m really sorry.”

The last of the plates were neatly stacked, cups and cutleries were placed gently on a drying rack. It was getting late, you could tell.

“I’m not mad, by the way.” You muse, prompting Bucky to lean forward, listening to you.

“What do you mean?” He takes your hand into his, ever so gently.

“You did that,” you squeeze his hand back, gazing into his soulful eyes, “because you love me.”

Did you know that some people could read microexpressions well? Bucky went through a whole lot of them before answering, “of course, I do.”

Contemplating whether you call him out on it or not, you hum, placing a gentle hand on his jaw, “it’s okay, you’ll learn how to love me.”

He has to. He has no other choice.

Bucky clears his throat, “have you seen my phone?” His tone was hopeful, upbeat, maybe he can reach out to someone, anyone, before you can do any more damage.

“Yeah, ‘s on the couch.”

He tried to move, he really did. Bucky’s fairly strong, he can bench an easy 140 on a good day. But even the beefiest motherfuckers have no match for Propofol.

“Don’t worry about your friends, they’re not worried about you, Buck.” The coolness of your tone sends Bucky into a panic—again. “D’you wanna check your messages though? There’s a lot of ‘em.”

Grabbing his phone, you asked Siri to read him his latest notifications.

Urgent: Notice of Immediate Termination

From Joaquin: Where are you, man?

From John W.: Do you have copies?

Urgent: Notice of Immediate Termination

Urgent: Gross Misconduct

From Joaquin: Bucky, what the fuck?

From Samuel Wilson: Pick up the phone, Barnes. You’re fired.

17 missed calls from an unknown number

From John W.: I knew you were a freak but holy shit, dude!

72 text messages from an unknown number

Bucky never really liked horror movies. It made him jumpy and anxious. Too paranoid, even. But now? Now he’s sure that people have never experienced sheer fright before.

His toes cramped inside his boots, his feet were cold, sweating. The little hairs on his legs stood up, goosebumps littering the entirety of his body. If he held his breath, he’s sure he could hear his heart hammering out of his chest. The blood rushes past his ears and onto the base of his skull—he’s gonna be sick.

“What,” he gulped back the saliva pooling in his mouth, “what did you do?”

You’re irritatingly calm, “well, I mean… We’re already together, what do you need those for, right?”

Putting a warm hand over his forehead, you cooed, “poor thing, you look sick.”

—

Bucky thinks it’s well past midnight when the anesthetic wore off.

His limbs were heavy, he had to lean on the wall every couple of steps to regain his balance. Helpless. He’s helpless and you both know it. As if it’s a bear trap, Bucky carefully took his phone from the coffee table.

Why would you leave it unattended?

The screen lights up as soon as he picked up, his lock screen littered with ‘fuck yous’, ‘sicko’, and his personal favorite, ‘motherfucker.’

Ignoring the glaring messages, he went straight for the emergency dialler and—you took out his SIM card, snapping it into two neat pieces, placing it beside the phone.

Bitch.

The golden surface of the card was scratched too, he can’t do anything, use it as a toothpick, maybe? His phone was just as good as a paperweight.

He looks out of the window, limping towards it. Even if he could climb over, it would take him forever to get onto the street. Your neighbors would probably think that he’s just on a bad trip.

“It’s bolted shut. Perks of living alone as a single female.” Your voice made him flinch back, like a kid whose hand was halfway down the cookie jar.

Bucky plays it off with a cough, he can’t be weak now, “no, babe, I was checking out a noise. You ready for bed?”

You smiled softly, taking his hand and draping his arm on your shoulders as you prop him against you, “almost, big guy. Gotta get you settled in bed first. Are you tired?”

Nodding, Bucky kisses your temple, “yeah.” He just needs to play with your sick little games until he regains his strength.

Where would he go? His reputation and his job are besmirched, his apartment is probably crawling with forensics too.

“You fell down and banged your head earlier. Nasty cut on your head too. I told you to not tire yourself much.”

You hit and drugged me but I digress, “Yes, darling. ‘M sorry.”

“You scared me, Buck. I thought you were dead.” Are these tears forming in your eyes?

“I’m not leaving you, not by any chance. I promise.”

He promises a fourth time.

—

Your bedroom was bigger than he thought. But of course, he only saw your desk and your bed through the webcam.

Save from the Ted Bundy-esque corkboard you have in front of your workspace, he feels weirdly at home. You tucked him in, reminding him to wake up every two hours for the painkillers.

“You’re not going to bed?” He muses from behind you, all cocooned in your blankets.

“Just need to take this phone call real quick, babe.” Your back was turned from him as you work on your company laptop. He noticed that the webcam is covered with white tape.

The sound of an incoming call filled the room before you quickly answer it, your voice turning hoarse and raspy as if you’ve been crying.

Hi, Mr. Wilson. I’m so sorry for the late call. Do I- do I need to come in tomorrow? I just... I don’t feel comfortable facing everyone—I used all my home hours this week and—

Miss L/N, I’m glad you reached out to me. Is it okay if I record this call for security purposes? It’s just for you, me, and the HR department.

You turned to Bucky, your face is stone-cold but your voice belonged to someone so utterly helpless.

No, you don’t have to call into work tomorrow… Or any other day.

A dainty gasp and a fucking sob comes out of your mouth, your eyes were telling a different story.

Am I fired?

God, no. Please, Miss L/N, don’t worry about that. We want you with us through this entire debacle. We want you to take some time off—paid. We’ll also grant you… a grievance package.

You could almost hear what he would say next.

As long as you don’t talk to any members of the press or any journalists until our friends in the PR department can clean this up.

A triumphant smile creeps on your bare features, putting a finger in front of your lips, you mimic a ‘shh’ gesture to Bucky.

You round up another mirthless sob as the CEO drones on about the bureaucracy of this whole thing.

He was really nice to me, you know? He took me out on dinners and lunches. He even brought me to his place and I– nothing happened but I can’t stop thinking about it.

I’m really sorry, Miss L/N. I thought he was…

A good guy? I really thought so too.

Please stay offline for a bit, just for the weekend, alright? Someone from the HR department will be in touch with you for the process. We don’t wanna be a hassle more than what Barnes is. On our behalf, please accept our deepest apologies.

Jesus, this guy had the PR department cook up an apology letter.

Thank you—thank you so much, Mr. Wilson. I’ll keep in touch.

You burst out in laughter a second after the call ended. Hearty laughter, the one where you can feel your belly tightening.

“Did you hear how good I was, baby? Oh my god, we had them fooled.”

We? Fuck your ‘we.’

You slide over the covers, propping up yourself with your elbow as you turn to face Bucky, “don’t worry, you don’t need them anymore. You have me, yeah? We have each other.”

—

Out of the most bizarre things that happened to him last week, finding dismembered fingers in the fridge was the least of his concerns.

“Honey!” Bucky calls out, holding the ziplock bag with a pair of tongs.

You bound down the stairs, your laptop in hand as you squint, “what am I looking at?”

Bucky hesitated, maybe he’s going insane too, “fingers. Dismembered fingers—are these yours?”

Setting down the laptop onto the table, you peck him on the cheek, smiling as if him holding a baggie with human remains is just your Sunday normal, “god, I hope not. I need my hands to do things.”

As soon as you look back at him, you dropped the facade: “those are Steve’s. Well, used to be.”

Bucky’s afraid to ask the question where’s the rest of him?

“You know the term pinky promise, right? Well, it has a dark origin.”

Just as fast as a bustling train, Bucky rakes his brain for all the times he promised you something. Hoping that he won’t end up with a stump for a hand.

One vividly bright memory is seared into his brain though, the days blurred together with sharp edges and mismatched colors: we love how we were taught to love.

So, who taught you how to love like this?

[intheticklecloset]

Everyone Wins (Haikyuu!!)

Primary Universe

@cupcake-spice13​ I love their friendship, too! I think it’s neat how easily Hinata seems to be able to bring out Kenma’s hidden personality just by being around him. It seems he has talent in more ways than one! Enjoy!

27. “You haven’t said stop this whole time. Do you like this?”

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Really, Hinata should have expected this to happen. Kenma played video games all the time when he wasn’t playing volleyball. Why shouldn’t he be amazingly good at them? Still, it seemed rather unfair when the game in question was Mario Party, which was designed for everyone to be able to play equally, no matter their skill level.

“Come on,” Hinata groaned as Kenma’s character rolled a ten on the dice block and advanced to collect the star and surge ahead. “That’s literally the third ten in a row! How do you do that?”

“I don’t know,” Kenma murmured as he gave up his 20 coins to accept the much more valuable item. “It’s just luck.”

“Stupid good luck.” Hinata let out another groan when he saw that the next star was being placed just behind his character, which meant he’d have to go all the way around the board to get back to it, while Kenma’s character would almost undoubtedly get there first and ruin everything. “Seriously?”

“Sorry, Shoyo.” Kenma ended his turn and sat back, waiting for the redhead to play before going into the next mini-game.

Hinata squeezed his eyes shut as he pressed the button to hit the dice block, desperately hoping to land on some sort of special space, or maybe hit the shop to buy an item that would take him directly to the prize he was seeking.

He rolled a one, then landed on a red space, losing three coins.

“What?!”

Kenma let out a small chuckle. “That sucks.”

“Are you laughing at me?” Hinata demanded, though truthfully, he wasn’t really as upset as he was making it seem. He was just full of pent-up energy, and that little half-snicker Kenma had let out…well, he wasn’t sure he’d ever heard anything like it from his quiet friend before.

“A little bit,” the setter admitted, picking up his controller again. “But hey, aren’t you good at this one?”

“Yeah, but what does that matter when you’ve won over half of the other mini-games? If there’s a star for that at the end I’m done for.”

“I think you might be done for anyway. You missed the start of it.”

“What--?” Just as Hinata was looking at the screen again, he watched his character get pushed off the side of the arena by one of the computer players. “No! Wait, I wasn’t ready!” Then, when the other computer player fell as well and it was only Kenma and an NPC left, Hinata sprang into action without even thinking about it, grabbing his friend’s sides and digging in deep. “If I’m going down, I’m taking you with me!”

“AIEE!!” Kenma shrieked, throwing his controller out of pure reflex before shooting his hands down to shove Hinata away from him. Hinata pulled back in surprise, staring.

Neither of them moved for a moment.

“Kenma?” Hinata said, confused but intrigued. “Did you make that noise?”

On the screen, Kenma’s character fell out of the arena, making the computer the winner for that round.

Kenma held onto his wrists, eyes wide, not saying a word.

“Are you really that ticklish?”

Again, the setter said nothing. Hinata watched his cheeks turn a rosy pink in mischievous fascination. He lunged forward again, hooking his fingers into Kenma’s ribs this time. “You are, aren’t you?”

“Shoyo!” Kenma squealed before dissolving into helpless giggles and falling back onto the floor. He smiled so big the redhead almost didn’t recognize him. “Ahahahahahaha! Wahahahahait, p-plehehehease!”

But Hinata couldn’t help himself. He paid no attention to the forgotten game screen as he scribbled his fingers wildly all over Kenma’s torso, even being so bold as to squeeze his hips and thighs, making him buck and roll around on the ground, giggles turning to laughter. Hinata beamed at him, reaching even further down to grab at his knees.

Kenma shrieked, mustering the strength required to sit up, grabbing at Hinata’s shirt in desperation. “Plehehehehehehehehease, Shohohohohohohoyo!”

It was then that Hinata realized something. “You’re not asking me to stop?”

Kenma’s pink blush became a red one. He flopped back down onto the floor, covering his face with his hands as he laughed. Hinata grinned, reaching to scribble at his knee pits gently, beyond satisfied when Kenma tossed his head back and squealed, waving his arms around uselessly.

“SHOHOHOHOHOHOHOYO!!”

Hinata felt something in him lurch at the sight and sound of his normally quiet, shy friend reacting this strongly to such playful stimulus, and he slowed his tickling to a stop, watching as the Nekoma setter gasped for breath and then lifted his head to look at him, flushed and teary-eyed and beaming.

“You haven’t asked me to stop this whole time,” Hinata said, grinning excitedly. “Do you like this?”

Kenma averted his eyes, suddenly looking embarrassed.

Maybe he’d gotten it wrong? Worried, Hinata let him go and started to move away. “Or maybe not? I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

“Wait,” Kenma said at last, nearly in a whisper. He opened his mouth to speak again, then glanced away nervously. “You…could have kept going…”

Hinata blinked, then smiled hugely and warmly at his friend and started scribbling under his knees again. “You do like it? This is great!”

Kenma whined through his outpouring of fresh laughter, his arms flailing as he tried to keep his lower half still so as not to kick the redhead out of pure instinct. “Shohohohoyo, dohohohohon’t tehehease me!”

“Aww, but I want to! Pleeeease? I love tickling people, especially my friends!” Hinata squeezed back up the length of his thighs to his hips, grinning at the unstoppable smile and giggles coming out of the Nekoma setter. “I promise I’ll stop as soon as you tell me to, okay?”

“O-Okahahahahy,” Kenma relented, covering his blushing face with his hands. “P-Plehehease, Shoyo…”

“Don’t worry,” Hinata said gently, squeezing even further up his friend’s torso, from his sides to his ribs and finally his underarms, elated when Kenma burst out laughing again. The setter couldn’t help but grab onto Hinata’s arms desperately, revealing his bright smile once more. The Karasuno spiker straddled him, laughing along. “This will be a lot of fun!”

[quietmyfearswith]

setting off ; stucky x fem!reader

status — completed oneshot

word count — 2,463 words

summary — in which steve and bucky get the happy ending they deserve with their best doll.

warnings — implied smut, fluff, talks of starting a family, no curse word i think?

pairing — stucky x fem!reader

a/n — pretty self-indulgent lol,, feedback is appreciated and asks/messages are open!

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“Can someone at least give me a hint of where we’re going?” Y/N whined for what would be the fifth time in the last hour. She had been asleep for the first three hours of their travel, but now that she woke up she struggled to return to slumber so instead she ate some snacks as she begged her two boyfriends to give her a faint clue of where they were going.

Steve was currently driving to their destination; he was exceeding about five kilometers the stated speed limit, which was enough evidence that he was excited to reach the end of their trip. Thankfully, the pick-up truck they bought allowed two more passengers beside the driver in the front so she was sandwiched in between the two super soldiers.

“It’s not a surprise if we tell you where we’re headed, doll,” Bucky swatted her thigh playfully, before gulping down the rest of his water bottle. “It still would be,” She argued as she swatted his thigh too, “You can tell me the location of where we’re and I still would be surprised with the actual place we’re gonna be staying at.”

Pissed with her logic, his metal fingers tickled her sides, causing her to attempt pushing his hand away, giggling as she squirmed further into Steve’s side. “Stevie! He’s being mean to me again!”

“Knock it off, you two!” Steve scolded them, chuckling to himself when they settled down immediately and both pouted at him. “Are you sure you’re our boyfriends and not our babysitter?” Bucky giggled at her comment, even pecked her cheek to show how proud he was of her remark.

The former Captain America playfully rolled his eyes as he sighed, “And here I was pulling up to our destination when I should have gone here alone and not show you the present we got you.” Upon registering his words, she sat up straight and twisted left and right as she excitedly asked, “Your present? What did you get me? Please give me a clue! Please, please, please!”

Bucky laughed at her pumped up state, bopping her nose he assured her, “Well the only clue we’ll give is that we looked and searched hard for this gift of yours — we knew you had to have the best one.” Pouting and nose scrunching up in confusion, she turned to Steve and before she could even speak, he was already saying, “What Buck said is true, we hope you like our present.”

Pressing a kiss to Steve’s cheek — she wanted to kiss his lips but didn’t want to distract him from driving — then a short, teasing kiss on Bucky’s lips she reassured them, “You both know I will always appreciate whatever it is you give me.”

Covering her eyes with his flesh hand, the former Winter Soldier smirked, “Well the only way to find out is when you see it. Keep your eyes closed for a while okay?” She whined but was quickly being shushed, “We’re pulling in now and you’re about to see your present!”

Once she felt the car come to a stop, she clawed at the hand that was shielding her from seeing her present as she thought she was permitted to look at it. But as she was being guided out of the truck with the hand still covering her eyes, she felt that maybe it still wasn’t the cue for her to see it.

“Okay stand there, are you alright?” Steve asked after guiding her to stand at a certain angle. “I’m fine, Steve! Now show me already! I’m getting impatient,” She was about to beg their ears off until Bucky slid his hand out of her eyes and she gasped out upon seeing the house. “Here you go, doll. Our brand new home.”

Her eyes became glossy as tears were peeking out, as she turned over to them and choked out, “A lake house?” Steve nodded, wiping the tears off her eyes before they got the chance to spill and kissed her lips, “Yes, doll. Your dream lake house.”

“We chose a secluded one so that way no one can complain when we’re too loud at night,” Bucky’s cocky reply was short-lived since Steve hit his arm which only made their girl laugh and hug them both. The two took her tight hug as a sign that she loved it. Removing himself early from the hug, Steve called, “Come on now! We still need to show you around the house!”

With every step she took, she clung onto each of her boyfriends’ hands tightly. The white coat of the house made her feel even more serene. Having multiple levels, she wondered about how many rooms there were, “How many floors and rooms are there? There seems to be way too many.”

“Five rooms, excluding the game and theater room that is. And there are two stories plus the basement.” Steve recalled as he opened the front door, the sight of the living room immediately greeted her. Soft couches, neat fireplace, and bookshelves beside a vinyl player greeted her. Sitting down on one of the seats, she giggled when the mattress was soft enough that it almost engulfed her completely, “I love this so much!”

Bucky picked her up and hoisted her over his shoulder, “Wait ‘til you see the kitchen!” Placing her back to stand on her toes, he showed her how they fulfilled her dream kitchen of having two refrigerators, two ovens topped with an incredible gas stove, as well as a spacious countertop for when she baked and cooked for them. Smiling, she hugged Bucky and kissed his bearded cheek, “I love it so much! ‘M gonna stay here all the time now.”

Perking up at her statement, Steve smirked as he offered his arm for her to hold on to, “May I show you my favorite part of the house?” Finding it silly with how fancy he was being, she tangled an arm around his, while her other arm stretched out for Bucky to hold on to and his bionic hand laced with hers, “I’d love to see it, Mr. Rogers.”

Opening the black, wooden door, she was shown the master bedroom with a bed large enough to accommodate the three of them. “You cheeky bubba! The bedroom?!” She laughed as she plopped herself down on the soft mattress.

You’d think despite them being centenarians they would be stiff and boring, but the way they jumped in the bed and tickled her sides or rubbed their beards on her neck to elicit even more giggles from her suggested that they were more lively than you would suspect.

“Stop! I concede,” The last word was prolonged into a squeal with the way they were attacking her gently. Taking mercy on her, they stopped as they laid beside her, an arm draped over her figure as they traced her skin with their fingertips.

“I love it,” She spoke, filling the tranquil silence, “Thank you so much for this. I love you both so much.” Bucky cleared his throat and kissed her tricep, “Well this was something we hoped you’d love. And something we wanted to give you, as a thank you.”

Both super soldiers agreed not to mention the little part he slipped up; Steve smacked his flesh hand and groaned a bit. “As a thank you?” She sat up as her eyes shifted over between the two men. They followed her as they sat down too and explained to her, “Buck and I have come to realize how much you have sacrifice for us.”

“The way you stood up for me when the whole Accords happened,” Bucky continued and recalled how she stopped their airport battle when she stopped them upon uncovering the truth and seizing Zemo for discovering his plans. “You fought and stood up for me when everyone else was convinced I was the bad guy.”

Her hand caressed his cheek — her touch had cured him of his terrible association with physical contact. Images of when HYDRA treated him horribly in Bucky’s own time vanished from his mind every time he physically came in contact with someone thanks to her gentle handling of him and her incredible patience. He nuzzled his cheek into her palm, she was about to speak until Steve spoke up, “When we said that we wanted to step down from being Avengers, it was because of you.”

“Me?” This shook her to her core. She knew about their exhaustion with all the fighting that they had to do in order to save the world — everytime they needed to be patched up and taken care of, she’d done all that for them without complaints. But never did she imagine they would quit being part of the team for her, “I’m so sorry if I made it feel like you have to do all this for me.”

Sensing her panicked state, they both calmed her down as Steve rubbed her thighs while Bucky massaged her shoulders to settle her squirming body, “It’s not like that, doll. I should have been clearer with what I meant.”

Managing to relax, she looked up at Steve with her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, encouraging him to speak his mind, “Buck and I talked about how tired we are. All this fighting — even though they all were for a good cause, of course — has started to take a toll on us. Not just physically, but emotionally as well,” He cleared his throat as he felt himself beginning to tear up, “It was evident that we badly needed an exit from this lifestyle that was forced upon us.���

“But we somehow got a hint that maybe there would be no way out for us,” Bucky continued when Steve stared at him to go on, Y/N too followed his gaze and looked at him, “That maybe it was set in stone that our fate would be to fight in battle forever.” Her heart clenched and fell into pieces at that thought. “What a cruel fate that would be, love,” She sympathized.

“Then you came along,” Steve resumed with a smile on his lips, “We now found a reason to keep going and fighting. Because we wanted you to live safely and feely.” She thought that what he said would be impossible to top off with the way her heart was beating wildly against her chest, lips pursing as she pouted in adoration. But Bucky wasn’t going to let anyone — not even Steve — outdo him so he pressed a kiss on the top of her head as he spoke sincerely, “We wanted to give you the life you deserve. A life far from danger and uncertainty. So we bought this secluded lake house — giving us the chance to be ourselves and do whatever we want.”

What Bucky said was a close runner up to Steve’s words and she couldn't help but coo at their word as she tried her best to wrap her smaller arms around their hulking figures, “I love you both! So so so so much! I’m incredibly blessed to have the two of you in my life!” Wanting to snap out of their dreamy state, Steve clapped his hands, “Well how about we prepare our lunch.”

Excited at the thought of preparing a meal in her new kitchen, Y/N jumped off the bed with a smile as she scurried off to the kitchen, “I’m gonna make us some sandwiches!” As the two two super soldiers looked at each other after both taking note of how excited their girl was they both thought of the same thing — they made the right and best decision.

After munching down the delicious turkey avocado sandwich with chipotle mayonnaise, they all retired to the deck; both Steve and Bucky were lounging around on one of their chaise lounge chairs as they were clad in their swim shorts while Y/N swam around for a bit on the clear, warm water.

“I can get used to always swimming,” She stated once she reached the top of the pool’s ladder and walked towards them, sitting down on Steve’s lap as she drank some of the iced tea they had prepared. “I, on the other hand, know that I can get used to seeing you in your swimsuit,” Bucky wolf whistled as he openly gawked at her bikini-clad figure.

Despite being with them for quite a few years now and getting used to Bucky’s playful behavior, she still gets bashful when she’s on the receiving end of Bucky’s silver tongue. She clicked her tongue at him as an attempt to weakly silence him, “Bucky Barnes! You and your silver tongue; someday I will catch you off guard the way you do to me.”

Steve decided to join in but unfortunately it didn’t help her cause, “Oh doll, I love you but we all know you get flustered even at the mere thought of flirting at us.” His arms wrapped tightly around her waist as he placed a kiss on her shoulder, as if he was comforting her; which Bucky found amusing as he chuckled. She hit Steve's shoulder as she scowled at Bucky, the two then decided to end their playful banter against their girl.

Upon being signalled to pull his chair closer to where Steve was sat, Y/N played with Bucky's metal fingers as she laid her head on her other boyfriend’s chest, “I love you both. Really, I do,” She lifted her head to kiss Steve’s slightly chapped lips deeply before muttering, “I love you, Steve.” To which he said the same without missing a beat.

“I love you, Bucky,” She declared before leaning over to kiss his lips with the same passion and vigour. “Can’t wait for this new chapter that’s waiting for us,” She sighed out, blissed and content.

Steve’s warm palm caressed her stomach as he spoke with hope, “Who knows? Maybe we can start our family now.” She knew it was something he wanted — even way back in the 40’s he was already hopeful for a family of his own. Bucky, however, always wanting to spite and retort Steve just for the sake of it quickly countered, “Or maybe just adopt a bunch of dogs so the house isn’t too quiet.”

Y/N laughed when both her boyfriends stuck their tongue out and made silly faces to tease each other even more; breaking up their fight, she turned to them and reassured them, “No matter what lies ahead, I know we all can agree that we will venture it together.” And the silence laced with the content smiles they had on their faces gave her the confirmation that indeed, they will go through it all together.

[insomniumstella]

An angsty prompt of roommate!bucky? Like just imagine you’re two idiots who are mutual pinning after each other, but obviously y’all don’t know that you’re in love. I might need some angst there....🥺👉👈

bucky x reader

warnings: some adult themes, a bit of angst, can’t think of any others

word count: 3,279

Monday

Their usually empty apartment is scattered with people tonight, soft sounds of music and chatter in the background.

“You didn’t tell me Barnes’s new girlfriend would be here.” Wanda and y/n are preparing drinks in the kitchen, because who wants to only drink straight vodka or beer. Other duties, such as setting up food in the living room were left to the remaining Avengers, and y/n sincerely hopes they can handle it because last time Sam tried opening a bag of chips he spilled them everywhere.

“She’s not his girlfriend.” She raises an eyebrow, finishing each Mojito with a sprig of mint “Besides, he forgot to tell me.” I do not have feelings for Bucky Barnes, she thinks after noticing Wanda’s apologetic look.

“Of course you don’t” She replies sarcastically, almost singing ‘of course’ for emphasis. Surprisingly the living room looks neat and peaceful when they come back, people sitting on every free space they were able to find, floor including.

“Might have to get you and Barnes a bigger apartment because this shoebox isn’t cutting it.” y/n dismisses Tony’s comment because this apartment is often empty anyways due to frequent missions. Still, it’s cozy; when Bucky suggested they live together, because it’s totally normal for two friends to do so, even if they can get separate places, y/n took up the decorating. While it was not necessarily fancy, multiple fairy lights, and about a million photos made the place feel inviting and safe. Bucky would agree too, having spent hours on the worn out couches, whether it was drinking with the boys or reading, something he recently took up. Steve removes his hand from the couch’s arm rest and nods his head as if saying come sit here, which y/n does, cozying up half on the arm rest, half against Steve’s body. He’s nursing a beer, and smiles at her when she finally settles.

“Truth or drink?” Natasha suggests, taking a shot of vodka straight from the bottle, using her Mojito as a chaser. Y/n turns her head to look at Bucky, whose eyes are burning holes in the side of her head, snickering when she turns her gaze to his new girl and notices her disgusted expression. Yeah, it’ll take her a while to get used to us. Sam’s up first to ask questions. He snatches the bottle out of Natasha’s hands, passing it to Tony, and thinks for a minute before asking  “Have you ever been in an orgy?”

“That’s one way to start the game.” Tony laughs before taking a shot. He doesn’t have to answer for others to know. “My sweet Natasha, who here do you think is packing the most?”

Somehow she has managed to find and open a bottle of tequila; it’s been a rough week for her. Taking a shot “Steve.” She answers. “Steve, when was the last time you had sex?”

“Do all of these have to be sexual?” He’s blushing hard; talking about things of this nature is still weird and uncomfortable for him, but so’s drinking hard liquor. “Two days ago.” There’s oohs and ahh’s filling the room, and y/n takes notice of how Steve leans into her, almost as if to escape people’s eyes on him.

“C’mon guys, Steve’s right, at least let’s ease into the sexual questions. Hey Bucky, who do you think is the sexiest person here?” That’s a good way for him to include his new girl more, y/n thinks, but to her surprise, Bucky’s taking the bottle of vodka from Tony and taking a shot. The teasing stares from Wanda, y/n tries ignoring for the rest of the game.

Tuesday

“Who do you think is it?” Natasha is still wandering about last night when Bucky decided to take a shot instead of answering who’s the sexiest. For a spy, she’s surprisingly unaware. It’s just the girls at the apartment, because y/n invited them over after James announced he’s going a date. It worked out kind of perfectly; girls nights are very important, yet neither of them can remember when was the last time it happened. Thanking the delivery guy and coming back into the living room with a pizza, y/n turns to Natasha.

“I think the real question is what made you think Steve’s packing the most, when our team has a literal God?” A deep crimson colour paints Natasha’s cheeks. She’s hangover from last night, so it’s one of the rare times anyone ever sees her blushing. y/n knows she’s got her; two days ago, after a mission gone wrong, she decided to sleep at the compound, and guess who was sneaking out of Steve’s room in the middle of the night? As the sun sets, the conversations get more open, and wine bottles, one by one, disappear from the fridge. It’s about 1am when Bucky comes home to find a messy apartment and his girl sleeping on the couch; Natasha and Wanda somehow managed to drunkenly call a taxi back to the compound. Not my girl, he corrects himself after the thought accidentally crosses his mind, I have a different girl, he thinks.

“You’re home.” y/n slurs, reaching her arms out to hug him.

“I’m home.” He chuckles, leaning down to pick her up, bridal style.

“Did you have fun?”

“Not as much as you, apparently.” He answers, walking up to her bedroom door, opening it, and gently places her on the bed. “You’ll have a lot to clean up tomorrow.” This is not true. Bucky Barnes will clean it up himself, the way y/n does after he has one too many. “Goodnight sleeping beauty.” And with a kiss on her forehead she’s out. Not my girl.

Wednesday

Winding down after a long day is one of life’s most simple pleasures, and with Halloween right around the corner, a spooky movie marathon was bound to happen.

“Beetlejuice or Hocus Pocus?”

“Neither of these names mean something to me?” Bucky’s answer sounds more like a question. Of course he wouldn’t know the names of the two classics, yes, life really has been rough on him, y/n thinks. She’s sitting on the couch with a bag of popcorn, legs comfortably placed on the coffee table, when Bucky comes out of the kitchen and puts their drinks down. “Also, you drink too much.” He points out her wine obsession.

Leaning her head on his shoulder after he sits down “You talk too much.” She answers. It feels weird to sit so close when he’s seeing someone, but hey, this is Bucky, the guy, she’s been living with and crushing on for months, she might as well enjoy this while she can. Besides he’s acting casual about it. Not, he’s not casual about it. From the inside at least, because yes, Bucky looks completely calm, reaching down to her lap to grab some popcorn from time to time, but his heart is skipping beats a little too much for his liking.

Maybe next time Steve’s staring at her with those love-filled eyes, I should just tell them to get a room? Bucky considers, this is too hard and at least that way, I won’t see her as much. He’s so still she wonders if he fell asleep, but the turning of his head assures he didn’t. His lips form a smile and she smiles back. I wish Bucky liked me back, like how Steve likes Natasha, y/n thinks to herself, they’re so cute together.

“I don’t like this Beetlejuice guy or whatever he is.”

“I think he’s charming in a way.” y/n lifts her legs from the table and places them over Bucky’s, so she’s sideways and looks up at him.

“You’re charming in a way.”

“Oh sergeant, thank you.”

“Said no one, ever.” Y/n laughs and playfully hits him with one of the many decorative pillows they have placed on the couch.

“You love me, Bucky Barnes.”

Oh you have no idea. That he doesn’t say.

Thursday

8am

Knife, gun, extra ammo; yes, pretty much everything she’d need she has on her. 

“Don’t die out there, pretty lady.”

“Okay, Birdman, shut it.” y/n teases as they both walk up to where Bucky’s standing. “This mission is like a piece of cake, right Buck?” But he doesn’t answer, lost somewhere in his own thoughts, face painted in worry. “You alright?” She asks when Sam goes to check on Cap, placing her hand on his shoulder. “This is an easy task.”

“It’s not the mission I’m thinking about.” He shrugs, but there’s no time for her to answer, because Steve is already opening the quinjet door, shouting at them to prepare for jumping.

8pm

“You’ve been quiet all day. If there’s anything, no matter how small, you know you can talk to me.” They’ve been hiding in some random bushes, the apparently quick and easy mission turning into something no one expected.

“Do you like Steve?” Bucky’s face is completely serious, no teasing eyes, no toothy grin he usually has when talking about guys with her.

“Of course I like Steve.” Like a brother or a friend. “This is what’s been bothering you?” y/n laughs, because it’s funny, surely he must know she likes Steve, otherwise why would they spend so much time together.

Yes, that’s what’s been bothering me. “No, just something that I thought of right now.” He manages to smile, but it’s the fakest smile y/n has seen on him yet. “Did you ask him?”

“Yeah.” y/n scrambles to get her phone out of her suit pocket. Of course she texted Steve, asking if they can pack up and go home already as the suspect they were after has not shown up all day.

“Cool.” It’s cool she asked him if he liked her back, James thinks, it’s for the better, “What’d he say?”

Unlocking it, y/n opens up the text messages app “He said yes, we should head back to the jet.”

Looks like they might be going on a first date tonight, Bucky takes a deep breath, that’s good, right?

Friday

Whatever has been bothering Bucky all day yesterday, y/n’s glad is gone. He walks into the meeting holding two trays of coffee, passing them out to those attending.

“Good morning.” He smiles at her, after sitting down and turns his head to look at Steve, who’s standing at the end of the table, ready to start the meeting. His hair is messy and he looks peaceful, a little too peaceful, considering last night’s failed mission. y/n laughs.

“Something you can say to all of us?” She shakes her head and they both share a look which makes Steve’s cheeks turn pink.

“Nothing, Captain.” They both know y/n is mocking him and Natasha, after overhearing her scream the word over and over in the gym’s locker room; the screams clearly cause by pleasure of them going at it.

Bucky shifts in his seat uncomfortably and speaks up “I think we should start, as me and Sam don’t have all day, right Sam?” Whatever Sam’s caught in the middle of, he’s not a fan.

“Actually, I’m not that busy to-“ He’s cut off by James.

“Well, I have a date so start talking lover boy.” He says casually, his words filling the room with an awkward silence, before Steve goes over the plan for their next mission.

Saturday

“Are you sure you don’t mind if a couple of my old college friend come over today?”

Every free Saturday they like to go grocery shopping together. Bucky’s attitude is much better than it was in the meeting yesterday, which is good, except y/n keeps sourly wondering if the reason for that is the date he had.

He picks up a carton of eggs “I’m eggcited!” And places them in the cart. “Butter than ever.” Bucky says putting butter in there too. They’re at a different aisle when y/n notices him reaching for a jar of jelly.

“Don’t you dare-“

“Just don’t be jelly if they’ll give me more attention than they’ll give you.” He laughs.

“I should have never used a single pun in the grocery store around you. Hey, mango annoy someone else.” y/n laughs back, pointing at the fruit. She drags him away before he can grab the olives and say you know olive you.

There’s not much time left to set everything up when they get back, but as Bucky once called them, they’re a super duo. Y/n’s reaching for the wine glasses when the doorbell rings, and before she can make her way to the door, Bucky’s already answering. If he wasn’t into y/n so much, and if he didn’t have a girlfriend, he’d definitely go for her friends, he thinks and scolds himself right after.

“So you must the boyfriend y/n has been telling us so much about?” Wait, this is confusing.

“I’m n-“ Y/n quickly interrupts him.

“Yes! Guys, meet James, a man who is very much real, and very much my boyfriend, right?” Her hand wraps around his waist and she’s looking up at him with the act along or I’ll kill you kind of eyes. This is going to be fun.

“Yes ladies, please come in, it’s nice to meet you.” He gives them his signature smile, and as they pile into the living room, y/n pulls him aside to whisper “They can’t know I’m single.” Maybe if he wasn’t so excited about pretending to be her boyfriend, he would have heard the fact, y/n is not dating Steve.

The evening is hard to describe, because yes, the girls somewhat miss each other, however y/n can’t help, but notice the jabs they take at her for being an Avenger, and their wondering eyes at Bucky. He, on the other hand, is doing a great, too great, of a job at being her boyfriend. Anything she needs, he get up to get her, his arm tightly wrapped around her waist, before he’s pulling her onto his lap completely and to top it all, the language he’s been using is driving y/n crazy. She knows he’s enjoying this very much, but the phrases like would you like some more wine, darling? or is my baby comfortable on my lap? are affecting her more than she’d admit.

“So tell us, y/n, how did you score a man like this? I mean the constant fighting you’re doing can’t be good for that body. Does it look like a cutting board underneath the clothes?” Okay, maybe Natasha was right about them being bitches the first and the only time she met them.

“Believe me, everything is smooth and tight there.” Bucky winks, hands resting on top of her thighs; that evening he tries to say the most provocative words to keep her busy from noticing the thick bulge forming in his pants. She’s so busy at enjoying their jealous faces, it works.

Sunday

It was the most beautiful morning October in New York had to offer yet. Last night was a lot; maybe it’s time y/n reconsiders finding new friends, because to say that was exhausting is underestimating. It’s almost like y/n is on autopilot, letting her feet take her wherever they want. For better or worse, she ends up at Bucky’s favourite breakfast spot, noticing him and his girlfriend through the window. She’s mad, stuffing her things into her purse, and storming out of here, yet James is weirdly unbothered, slowly sipping his coffee; he waves his hand at her to join him when he notices y/n outside. A big plate of waffles is bound to make anyone’s morning better; they don’t talk while they eat. It’s only when the waitress refills both of their coffee mugs that y/n speaks up. “So what happened?”

“Told her this was never going to work out.”

“I’m sorry.” She’s really not. This is one of the best thing to happen all week, and besides Bucky doesn’t look sad, so it’s not bad to feel happy about it, right? He doesn’t answer her. When the waitress comes up with their check, he quickly snatches it, so y/n doesn’t have an opportunity to pay, and they both put on their jackets before leaving.

“Would you mind if we go to the Central Park for a bit? I know we have to get to the compound by 12pm, but-“

“Yes, why not, I’m sure Steve won’t get mad.” Bucky forces a smile, he won’t because you’re dating? He thinks. This is y/n he’s thinking about, so why is it so hard to just straight up ask if she’s dating Steve or not. Could it be the fact, he’s too scared to heard the words, I am? Bucky doesn’t recognise where they’re going; y/n moves through many parts of Central Park before arriving at an area he’s never seen or been in before. It’s very secluded, but how has he never been there before still blows his mind. “I love the view here.”

“Me too.” Bucky isn’t talking about the park.

“Look, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable last night, I should have told you, that they thought you were my boyfriend. I shouldn’t have been so scared to admit, that yes, I’m single, so what?” Wait what?

“What do you mean single?”

“Single, as in no boyfriend? Bucky, do you not know what single means?” y/n laughed. Oh, Bucky knew very well what that meant.

“So you’re not dating Steve?” He wanted to punch himself so hard at this very moment. What other parts of this has he missed, in fact, it totally wouldn’t of made sense for her to pretend Bucky was her boyfriend if she was dating Steve.

“No, I mean he is very attractive, but I don’t li-“ y/n turned her head to look at Bucky “why would you think I was dating Steve?” This was very confusing, however she couldn’t get excited just yet, so what that he thought she was dating Steve? It does not mean that’s the reason he never made a move on her; perhaps he didn’t even like her.

“The way you’re always touching, the looks you exchange. He’s practically undressing you with his eyes.”

“James, Steve is dating Natasha. Why else would she say she thought he was packing the most? Surely, she’s seen it.” They sat down on the only bench near by, y/n bringing her knee up to her chest out of nervousness. “Who do you think was the sexiest person in the room that night?” Bucky was avoiding her eyes.

“You.” Be a man James Barnes. “You’ve been the sexiest person in the room ever since we met.” He thought for a moment “That sounded better in my head, but you know what I mean.” Standing up, y/n pulls Bucky up with her; nerves always make her fidgety.

“Bucky, I like you.” He looks like he’s about to say something but y/n continues “I liked you being my fake boyfriend more than I should have.”

“To be honest, I was doing more than a fake boyfriend should have.” He chuckles. Taking his phone out of his jean pocket, Bucky dismisses Steve’s call, because whatever it is, can wait. “I like you too.” A comfortable silence falls between them, Bucky’s hands resting on y/n’s waist. In truth, the whole moment lasts about a couple seconds, but it feels like a lifetime to them both. Brushing the hair behind her ear, Bucky leans down and connects their lips together. It’s something worth waiting for; passionate, intense, and y/n cannot wait to run her hands through Bucky’s hair to bring him closer. “Perhaps next time they come visit, I’ll be your real boyfriend?” She does; lightly grabbing his hair she brings him closer.

“Perhaps you will.”

[zainclaw]

hey so as a fellow ace let's talk some more about ace/demi headcanon's for whoever of the 911 squad you desire (i've seen a few demi eddie posts i think so yeah but honestly just. go ham)

Anon, I absolutely adore you for this ❤️

Yeah, Eddie is definitely the one character from 911 I love seeing as ace/demi the most! But I actually read an ace!Buck fic that completely broke my heart, bc it was quite dark, considering how much sex canon Buck has had in his life, but it was done so beautifully.

I think the most damaging conception people seem to have about asexuality is the “but you’ve had sex!” reasoning that always comes up. Yes, some asexual people have sex, just like some gay men have sex with women. They can do it, can be just fine doing it, may even enjoy some parts of it (the intimacy, bringing pleasure to your partner, whatever), but that doesn’t mean they don’t in fact belong to another sexuality.

That being said - and thereby agreeing that literally any character on this show could be interpreted as ace - I rly love this for Eddie’s character. Perhaps I like him as demisexual a tiny bit more than ace, but honestly, love both those takes. 

Him being aro/ace makes sense to me in the sense that he seems to just do what he’s meant or expected to do, when it comes to women. He married Shannon and had a son with her, but it’s clear they weren’t happy and always struggled. And it seems like he hasn’t been with anyone else during the two years she was gone, and the “they weren’t my type” explanation he gives to Buck has, in my eyes, always been such a neat reference to his sexuality. And then she came back, and they fell back into having sex because that’s what he’s supposed to do with his wife, the mother of his child, and tries so hard to just patch his family back together, for Christopher. And, I haven’t actually finished watching S4 yet, but I’ve seen the gifs and I know there’s strong hints to him only beginning a relationship - the first in years, after Shannon - with his son’s English teacher, mainly because he thinks she would make a good mom.

Again, he just really gives me the vibe of doing what he’s expected to do, to fit in, when it comes to relationships. And this is something I can relate to so much. I spent years trying to date people, trying to feel something or get any romantic or sexual feelings at all, but it never happened. I got really good at faking it, almost managing to convince myself for a while that I was “normal”.

I can see Eddie being the same, so so easily.

And I think him being demisexual makes sense for the same reasons, only with the difference that he did feel sexual attraction towards Shannon, because he knew her so well, was actually in love with her, and so she was the one person he wanted to have sex with. The “they weren’t my type” line still makes perfect sense. And so, when she briefly came back into his life, of course he still felt that connection with her. But there was no one else but her for so long.

And, obviously, since I’m a Buddie shipper... it would just make perfect sense for demi!Eddie to fall in love with Buck. Someone he knows so intimately, someone who loves his son, and is always there for both of them. Eddie would slowly notice Buck more and more, until one day he finds himself thinking Buck is hot for the first time, and realize he wants to kiss him and hold his hand and feel him against him, and it’ll be a very special and overwhelming thing to him. A million beautiful women they meet on the job could flirt with him, but he’d feel nothing. And what he feels for Buck is a storm, so wild and scary in its intensity. Because he hasn’t felt this feeling since before Christopher was even born.

I feel very happy now, thinking about this.

Thank you so so much for sending me this ❤️ and happy Pride Month!

[elenamiria]

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader - Kinktober Day 19

Aphrodisiacs | Pet Play | Vore | Hair-Pulling 

Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: dub-con due to sex pollen, fem reader, penetrative unprotected sex, fingering

Kinktober Day 18 «  Kinktober Masterlist »  Kinktober Day 19 (#2)

Main Masterlist & Taggies: @legally-a-bastard​ , @katrynec​ , @mistermiraclee​

You had known Obi-Wan for a while through Padmé, you were one of the more prominent palace staff and so you frequently saw him whenever he found himself on Naboo. The two of you always seemed to run into each other, not that you minded, and the soft smiles and sweet conversations shared between you had paved the way to a longing to be with him.

You were tending to the gardens when Obi-Wan stumbled upon you, he greeted you as he always did - a warm smile on his face and he asked you to accompany him for a walk if you weren’t too busy. You agreed, you were only tending the garden due to the usual gardener falling ill and you really only had to deal with the new flowers that had been planted, a task that you were just finishing up. Obi-Wan complimented you on your work which you brushed off with a laugh, you had barely done more than water the plants, you dipped your head while your face heated. As the two of you continued along you couldn't shake the heat that had tickled your skin and soon found it spreading. Clearing your throat you tried to get your bearings as the cloying sweetness from the flowers seemed to linger in the air around you, it was clear that Obi-Wan was speaking to you however his words were trickling through your brain without catching. It wasn’t until he laid a hand on your shoulder that finally things seemed to sharpen and his concerned voice finally registered, “Are you alright darling?”

You swallowed deeply, “I think so, it’s just rather hot don't you think??”

He paused, head tilting before raising a gentle hand to your face. You had to bite your cheek, hard, as his flesh met yours to keep from moaning out loud. “You do feel quite hot, perhaps you are falling ill as well. Shall we head back?”

“I think that would be for the best.” You replied shakily and Obi-Wan laid a steadying hand on your lower back. Everything started to blur around you as the heat grew and Obi-Wan was your guiding light as he led you back to the palace, only stopping to examine the flowers you had been tending to.

By the time you reached your room in the palace your every nerve was alight in want. Obi’s hand on your back had slid lower than when he first started, something you didn’t think was a conscious move on his part. Once you entered your room and had to pull away from him you found yourself whimpering as his touch left your body, turning to face him your eyes glazed as you took in his state. His lips were parted slightly and his normally crystal clear blue eyes were dark and stormy, it seemed as if he was about to say something but you beat him to it as you softly whined out a plea for him to stay. Obi was about to protest but as your hand grabbed his and you whispered out, “I want you, please”, his concerns seemed to melt away. His breathing hitched and then his lips were on yours, one hand cupping your cheek and the other slamming the door shut behind him. Your hands frantically worked at your dress, undoing laces and tearing ties loose until you pulled back from him to pull the garment over your head leaving you in just your underclothes. Obi-Wan’s eyes took in your form and with a groan of your name he was on you again, meeting you in a fierce kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth as your lips parted in a deep moan as his hands trailed along your body. Your hands started by unclasping his robe and sending it to the ground, you then moved to his tunic, pulling and tugging, until you could part the front and slide it off of his broad shoulders.

You let out a whine into his mouth as you discovered he had an undershirt on and Obi-Wan broke apart to tear it over his head. The two of you had been stumbling backwards towards you bed so you took the chance to crawl onto it while Obi stripped out of his boots, socks and pants. When he was in his underclothes like you he scrambled onto the bed, his movements frantic - not at all like the normally poised Jedi. He was desperate to touch you, semi-calloused hands parting your legs so he could slide in between them. Leaning over you his mouth captured yours in yet another searing kiss. You arched up towards him, enthralled with the feeling of him, and when your chests and stomachs pressed together the two of you let out loud moans, one of your arms wrapped around him to pull him as tightly to you as you could. You kept yourself propped up on an elbow and he did the same as his opposite hand slipped under your panties. Obi-Wan let out a deep moan as he felt your soaked folds and pulled away from your lips to press his forehead to yours as he growled out your name. Two of his fingers delved into your folds, teasing and scissoring at you to prepare you for his member. You panted and the hand on his back tightened as your walls fluttered greedily around him. You wanted to savor this moment, to relish it, but as his hips shifted and his thick cock pressed into your thigh all you wanted was for him to be in you. That was a fact which you didn’t hesitate to share as you panted out, “Obi please I need you in me, I need you to fuck me!”

Obi-Wan’s eyes narrowed at this, his nostrils flaring slightly as he took in your words, he pulled back in order to open your bra and then his lithe fingers smoothed down your body to grasp at your underwear. He paused for a moment, chest heaving, as he looked to you, “Are you sure you want this darling?”

As much as you adored his chivalry in this case all you wanted was for him to utterly destroy you and so you frantically nodded, whining out his name while you bucked your hips desperately. Obi-wan seemed to sense how desperately you needed this, you were sure he was blazing as hot as you were, so he quickly ripped your underwear off of your body as his followed suit shortly after. Your mouth fell open as his cock was revealed to you and you felt a rush of wetness flood you as your legs parted unconsciously when he crawled back over you. Your hand reached down to grasp his length and pump a few times before you lined him up with your drenched slit. Obi pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to your mouth as he started to slide into you. It had been a while for you and so the stretch sent a twinge of pain up your spine but it was quickly overridden by the overwhelming sense of pleasure as he slid home, filling you to the brim. Your body practically shook as finally you were granted some relief from the fire blazing through your arteries and when you begged him to move suddenly everything slid into place. The first long drag of his cock against your tight walls had you seeing stars but when his hips thrust forward again and Obi-Wan hit something deep and wonderful in you the world disappeared. He had barely fucked you and here you were cumming on his cock, your fingers digging into his shoulders and one of your legs wrapped around his waist. At the feeling of your walls tightening around him Obi-Wan’s pace sped up, his hips snapping harshly into you as he sought relief. When you finally came to your sense, and your fingers stopped clawing Obi-Wan’s back, you trembled at the feeling of Obi-Wan’s rock hard length pistoning desperately into you. Your breathing picked up again as your body started heating and you wantonly moaned his name. Obi reciprocated with a low gasp of your name before he shifted, hiking your leg higher up onto his hip before fingers danced on your clit. The new angle allowed him to slide even deeper inside you, deeper than you thought possible, your back bowed as your hips rose in pleasure. His fingers circling your clit had the coil tightening in your lower belly quickly and you gasped his name over and over like a mantra. Obi grunted, his normally neat auburn hair falling to frame his face as he hovered over you. Tenderly you reached up to brush his hair back with an affectionate smile, resting your hand on his cheek, Obi-Wan nuzzled into your touch as his eyes slid shut. You reverently whispered his name and your absolute softness sent him careening into his orgasm. His hips stuttered as he ground his teeth, eyes squeezing in pleasure just before a high pitched cry left his mouth. Your walls clenched at the feeling as hot ropes of cum sprayed into your depths. Obi’s fingers sped up on your clit as his hips weakly canted into yours and his chest heaved. As he recovered slightly his eyes slid open blearily and he whispered, “Cum for me one more time, darling. I know you can do it love.”

His lips met yours in a significantly softer kiss full of unspoken emotions, this became your undoing as you tugged on his lower lip before your head flew back with a dry sob. The heat nearly blinded you as your body once again lit white hot in pleasure and your fingers buried into Obi-Wan’s hair, tugging lightly. While you writhed against him Obi whispered soft nothings to you, his hands soothingly stroking your body as he could feel how taut your muscles had become. As your walls fluttered and spasmed around Obi-Wan’s length you finally felt your body starting to cool, the deep overriding need dissipated until it was just you and Obi-Wan holding each other. Obi-Wan pulled out of your warm body with a soft groan, flopping down next to you with an exhausted sigh. It seemed he felt as drained of energy as you did but he still wrapped an arm around you in order to tug you close to him, which you happily agreed to. Your head laid on his shoulder as you softly stroked his collarbone, there was a complacent silence until Obi-Wan spoke. HIs voice wavered in an uncertainty you weren’t used to hearing, but then again a lot of things had just happened that neither of you were used to, “Did you actually want to....with me or was it just because of those dreadful flowers?”

You sat up slightly to take in his face and reactions as you hesitantly spoke, “No I- uh, it wasn’t just the flowers. I have admired and adored you for far too long and while this is not at all where I thought things were going to end up today, I wouldn’t have allowed anyone else into my rooms.”

There was a pause where his eyes met yours before he nodded thoughtfully, “Good, I have also...”

You could tell he was choosing his words carefully now that you were both a bit more level-headed, “I have also held affection for you for a while. I do not regret what happened between us however as you said I would have preferred different circumstances.”

There was another long pause, though this one was not uncomfortable in the least bit as Obi-Wan ran a gentle hand over your arm, until finally he spoke again causing you to break out into laughter, “Though my dear, it seems Padmé needs to find a better gardener.”

[eyeballjazz]

gosh I LOVE whenever you talk about the crews (midnight or problem sleuth) because your ideas are always so unique and detailed but in a realistic way? like they're all very specific but also mundane so it all feels so natural and REAL, it's always so fun! Plus your writing is very pleasant so seeing that "read more" under your replies always makes me go FUCK YES

You said you had fun with the last ask so here's me asking you to share more headcanons you have! Could be domestic, silly, sad, whatever, I'm just giving you an excuse to talk about them whever you feel like it!

#1 and first of all THANK YOU SO MUCH! I’ve delayed replying to this not only because I wanted to cook up a good answer but because your words are so sweet and I wanted to spend longer just reading and rereading them. Thank you thank you thank you!

I got a few little ones and then some big ones for ya:

Problem Sleuth and Hysterical Dame both are from Brooklyn and have harsh Brooklyn accents, though Dame’s is much more pronounced. She sounds like a slightly less congested Fran Drescher. Sleuth, additionally, loves the Beastie Boys and thinks he could’ve been one if he’d had half a chance at it.

Droog loves Sting. That’s it, that’s the headcanon.

Droog is native Italian, from part of Tuscany that is just 1 kilometer from the official bounds for the Chianti region. The fact that he’s not actually, truly, from Chianti haunts him and makes me laugh a great deal.

Now for a big one:

What war did they all serve in?

This one I’ve gone back and forth on. While I love studying war I’m not any kind of expert nor do I have any relation to military culture. But, because I write Intermission stuff as period pieces (the adults all live in a pseudo 40s and 70s mash up, all the kids live in the early oughts and that’s why none of the StabDads knows how to work a computer despite all their kids being online constantly) the setting of mid-20th century America requires there to be some war that people are living during/living through the aftermath of. I have a whole thing about the 20th century being one long war but anyway.

There was a large scale global conflict that Team Sleuth and the Crew all experienced. The Crew saw more intense, violent conflict while much of Team Sleuth saw less direct action and often sunnier outcomes.

Hearts, Slick and Droog were all infantry men whose issues with authority prevented any of them from moving up the ranks. Clubs was a technician and occasional mechanic, he learned everything he knows about bombs between his years as a soldier and a few jobs working in plastic factories back home.

Hearts was a cook as well as a renowned fighter in his unit. Slick came in and went out buck private despite some award winning violence in the field. Droog was considered for a promotion to officer because of his neat habits and efficient performance but later denied when his more anti-social and unstable qualities showed through.

For both Slick and Droog The War is much more like WW1. They met and became friends/fell in love in the trenches and saw the intensity of suffering and combat on an almost daily basis. For Hearts and Clubs The War is a little more like Korean, they were stationed far from home and were effectively playing cat and mouse with the enemy. Clubs experienced and learned from chemical warfare, while Hearts saw much more guerrilla warfare.

On the Sleuth side, Ace Dick is the only person to have served in as intense a fashion as the Crew. He enlisted young and made the rank of sergeant before retiring to become a detective. Of all of them his time was the most like WW2, in the European theater. Though he maintains his rank in retirement, Ace has relaxed out of the rigidness that made him a good officer. His hard disposition however has not degraded even one iota.

Problem Sleuth had a gay li’l stint in the Navy where he mostly ferried trade vessels along the coast. The action he did see was at the distance of sea battles, so while it was intense it was not as close and personal as the Crew or Ace.

Hysterical Dame did not serve but instead worked as a riveter and community organizer back home to get more women into the workforce as well as to provide for the families of soldiers who had been lost. That picture of Rosy the Riveter eating a sandwich with her piston driver in her lap? That was Dame, just with much more buoyant and gorgeous hair.

Nervous Broad was a nurse and was stationed abroad for most of The War. She saw a lot of very bad and only very occasionally some good. While she was in the medical corps she met Pickle Inspector, who was a contentious objector and refused to serve when drafted. Because of this, he was dumped into the medical corps at the front lines and like Broad saw some very awful things. They both don’t like to talk about what they saw more intensely than the others.

Post war they all assume the roles we’re already familiar with, most of them using the combat training they already received to do their work as detectives and/or mobsters. Broad, Dame and Pickle Inspector all learned to handle firearms (and in a Pickle Inspector’s case a whole sniper rifle) post-war. As a treat.

And, while I really don’t come to fandom spaces for sad things (the world itself is hexing enough) I do have a sad headcanon for Hearts:

His parents had an awful marriage and his father was often abusive to both him and his mother. She, in turn, eventually did away with him but not before long years of hard times for herself and her son. Once Hearts was big enough to help with the manual labor of running their small farm she took his father out during a particularly bad fight. It was a brutal night that would have seen one or the other of his parents gone from the world, but his mother won out in the end and she and Hearts lived better and better once his father was out of the picture. Hearts, to this day, sends money to his mother and believes she is the strongest woman on the face of the Earth. And he’s probably right. She still lives up in the hills of Georgia with her gun.

Momma Boxcars loves Tavros and insists that he and the other kids come spend part of their summer with her out on the farm.

Like Hearts’s mom, Droog’s parents also love their grandbabies. They immigrated to America after Droog put together enough money to bring them over from Italy and keep them living in style in the city. They were not good parents to him, in fact they have a very fraught and often vicious relationship, but they are wonderful to their grandkids and often tell Droog how much more they love Karkat and Arabia than they ever loved him. Again, I find Droog’s pain and inconvenience hilarious, and he’s fine despite all this. He actually thinks of them as ideal parents, being as he is an ideal sort of person by his own metrics.

Again, thank you for your lovely words and for the excuse to gab away about all these clowns, this was so fun!!!

[sleepypanda27]

Had It All

Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky wants you back, but you don't want to talk to him after he tries to make you jealous.

Warnings: Angst, fluff at the end

Words: 1,500

Last night the team went out to a bar, but you didn't stay there for long. You saw Bucky in the booth being very friendly with someone you had never seen before. His face adorned one of his dashing smiles. You hated seeing him so close with somebody else than you.

Your relationship with him at the moment was a bit tense. For some time you were kinda dating, but then ended things before they could evolve into something serious. 

To be fair, you had done something similar the week before, where you tried to make him jealous by flirting with some guy you had met earlier at the bar that night. You made sure that Bucky saw you and heard you laugh. He probably could tell, you were putting on an act though.

Her laughter echoed through the bar, caching your attention again. Bucky was turned with his back to you, leaning closer to his date. The feeling of jealousy pang in your heart, you hated it, at the moment, you hated him. If this was what he was going for, it worked. You had enough it was too much. It felt like he didn't even see or hear you anymore. 

Without saying a word to anyone, you finished the drink you were nursing for the last half an hour, stood up, and not noticed by anyone in the dim light of the bar left into the night.

The next day Bucky tried to get your attention. No matter how hard he tried, you ignored him. It was obvious he wanted to talk, but you weren't in the mood for talking. In the meeting he wrote a note, passing it to Sam who passed it to you.

“Can't you just talk to him?” Sam asked, tired of being the middle man. “Like seriously, what's going on between the two of you?”

“Nothing.” You pushed the note under the papers, not even glancing at it.

“Remind me why did you break up?”

“I don't know, it's complicated.” You could see Bucky writing something again on a small piece of paper.

“It's complicated only if you make it complicated.” With a sigh, Sam passed you another folded note from Bucky.

“I'm sorry, am I disturbing here?” Tony coughed, seeing the notes. “Are we in high school?” Everyone's eyes were on you.

“Sorry, Tony.” You glared at Bucky for getting you in trouble.

Tony continued talking about the next mission. You stared at the papers where you pushed the notes, thinking if you even wanted to read them.

“Where did you disappeared last night?” After the meeting, Bucky run up to you, walking next to you.

“Went home.” You said casually, not looking at him continuing walking.

“You always do that.” He dryly chuckled.

“Do what?”

“Disappear without saying anything.”

“Sometimes I like to do that.”

“I noticed.”

“It wasn't like someone was interested in anything else than his date.” You abruptly stopped, looking at him. Anger and annoyance radiated in your eyes.

“Y/n,” He took a step closer to you, and you took a step back until your back hit the wall. “Y/n, I can't stop thinking about you.” He whispered, placing his palm on the wall beside your head, leaning closer to you. The sleeves of the red henley he's wearing that you love so much are rolled up, exposing his forearms. He knew what he was doing.

“Okay.” You could feel his warm breath on your cheek. The musky scent of him and peppermint filled your seances, bringing back memories. The good memories you had tried to forget after the breakup.

“Okay? That's all you can say?” He raised his eyebrows, his bubble of ego bursting.

“What did you expect me to say?” You trace his cheek with your fingers, barely touching him. The stubble prickling your fingertips.

“That maybe you think about me too, at least sometimes.” He leaned into your palm, craving contact. A lock of hair fell from behind his ear dangling over your hand, tickling your knuckles.

“What would that change?”

“We could try again.” Softly, he brushed his nose against yours. “We had such a good time together.”

“Do you want that?” You peered into his ocean blue eyes. "Get back together?" Why did he always had to look so good without even trying?

“More than anything.” He whispered inching closer. You almost gave in, your lips almost meeting, but you turned away at the last second.

“It's a shame we can't start everything from the beginning.” Patting his cheek, you started walking away. You weren't sure if you wanted to jump back into the relationship.

“Y/n,” He gripped your wrist, tugging you back. “Doll, I never stopped loving you.” He said in a husky tone, knowing what it did to you. Never stopped loving? You didn't even know he loved you.

“James.” You smiled, unexpectedly pinning him against the wall, breath hitching in his throat. “If you love me, then what about her?”

“Who?” For a second, he seemed confused.

“Don't play dumb. The one you were so close last night. Seemed like you two had a good time together.”

“I swear, nothing happened. I was trying to make you jealous the same way you did with me last time. I'm not proud of that, but-” He cupped the side of your face a cocky smile growing on his face. “It looks like it worked.”

You glanced at his lips, licking your own. Bucky smirked, his tongue darting out of his mouth as it swiped over his plump lips. You almost closed the small distance between the two of you, but then decided against it. For now. Pulling away, you started walking away.

“You're doing it again,” He crossed his arms over his chest. “walking away without saying anything. Sometimes it hurts ya know.”

You stopped and turned around, wanting to say something, but he spoke before you could reply.

“I just want you back, baby.” It was all it took to change your mind. Before he could say or do anything else, you crashed your lips against his, pushing him back.

“Mph.” His back collided with the hard wall with a loud thud. He gripped your hips fingers digging into your flesh, pulling you into him. Holding you like you could disappear at any moment. Only now did you realized how much you had actually missed him. You couldn't even remember why did you break up in the first place.

When the need for air became too much, you pulled away, pressing your forehead against his.

“Can we try one more time?” Bucky asked with hope in his voice. “I know we both said and did some things that we're not proud of and didn't mean, but I love you too much to walk away and forget about us.”

“No more stupid games.” You agreed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Bucky smiled, kissing you again. Swiping his tongue over the seam of your lips, asking for permission, he slipped it past your lips when you granted the access. His hand trailed down your body, hooking his hand behind your knee and his other hand stayed the small of your back. With ease like you weighted nothing, he lifted you wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Y/n, did you read the note?” Sam walked out of the conference room, reading the note with a smile. When you didn't reply, he looked up and froze for a second. “Alright, I see you resolved everything between you.” He passed you, but then returned. “I just - I'll just leave this here.” He tucked the note between your bodies while you awkwardly looked at each other with blushed faces and then walked away.

“You didn't read the note?” Bucky lowered you to your feet.

“No, was it important?” You caught the small piece of paper before it fell to the floor.

“Erm...you don't have to read it.” He tried to take it from you, but you held it tightly in your hand, stepping back. Bucky reached for it again, but you turned your back to him.

“Now, I have to read it.” You unfolded it and started reading his neat handwriting.

Please talk to me

I can't take this anymore

Two different worlds collided. No matter what, we could always turn shadows into the light. Without even knowing it, you made me a better version of myself. We spent long nights together, I fell in love with you, and now without you, I feel so lost... All I know is that we had it all.

“Buck...” You turned around to face him.

“Yeah, I know it's sappy, but-” You didn't wait for him to finish, before wrapping him tightly into your arms. Bucky hugged you with a sigh of content, nuzzling his face in your hair. “I had to say how I feel about you sooner.”

“I love you too.” You whispered in the crook of his neck, knowing that this time everything would be different.

[ellstersmash]

if you wanted the sun

Fandom: The Wayhaven Chronicles Pairing: Mason x Theo West Rating: T for Teen (language) Words: 1639 [Read on Ao3]

mason takes theo somewhere special, for @wayhavensummer days 5 (stargazing) + 6 (date night). extra kisses to @brightpinkpeppercorn​ for the inspiration ♥

“What the hell is this?” Theo climbs out of the passenger side. Hands shoved into her jacket pockets, she slams the door shut with one hip and stares up at the letters mounted above the building.

Mason walks up next to her. “A planetarium.”

“Wow,” she drawls. “Thanks, man. It's tough navigating the world without being able to read a fucking sign.”

He snorts and heads for the door. A wide white path, clean, lawn edged harsh and neat, leads to the entryway.

“I meant what are we doing here?”

That's not an answer he's prepared to give up, but even without it, she follows. Steps as familiar as her heartbeat right behind him, faster, then she catches up.

“They're closed,” she points out in a deadpan tone, leaning against the glass next to a list of white-etched business hours. “See? I have eyes.”

Mason glares at her wearily but she screws her face up to match, then sticks her tongue out to make him break.

And he does. He always does.

“C'mon, you little shit,” he says, and veers off the sidewalk, hugging the whitewashed walls to the back door. Metal, up a few shoddy-looking cement steps, all lit by one long loudly buzzing fluorescent bulb. A shake of the handle tells him enough: the hardware's sturdy but there's no deadbolt to break.

Grip firm, he yanks the door open.

Theo blinks, frowns, then climbs the steps. Her fingers smooth across the shredded wood around a small mangled hole where the latch strike busted free.

“Sometimes I forget you can do stuff like that,” she says, wearing an uncertain expression.

“Surprise.”

“You know, I probably could've picked that and saved the museum a buck.”

Mason shrugs and squeezes past her, swinging backward and hooking a finger in her belt loop as he passes. “In my defense, sometimes I forget you can do stuff like that.”

They wander down the hall past a few Staff Only and storage rooms and into the lobby, eyes peeled for cameras or even a cleaning crew. Despite the sheer size of it, there’s no sign of security. Probably reserved for the museum next door and all its grand exhibits and ancient artifacts, but there’s definitely some shit in here worth stealing.

Dotting the floor are embedded golden plaques with names and companies, ego-appeasers for generous donors, and at the center sits a large elegant model of the solar system. After a cursory search, Theo finds a basic-looking switch behind the membership counter that brings it to life, planets crawling their thrown race around the sun while a few moons whirl around their mother planets.

She hops onto the counter—first attempt a false start that makes her snicker, but the second takes—and thumps her sneakers against it. “Looks different than I remember it.”

Her voice is hushed, though there’s no need. Even so, it echoes around the room. Bounces off the sparkling floors and high ceilings and smooth painted walls. Follows a million paths into Mason's ears.

“Yeah?” he asks. “You come here often?”

She shakes her head, craning her neck to see all there is to see from her vantage point. “City's too far for school field trips. But I came once a few years ago. It's weird being here in the dark.”

“Want the lights on?”

“I don't know, do you want to spend the night in jail?” she shoots back, leaning forward on the heels of her palms. “Because that's how you spend the night in jail.”

Mason hums thoughtfully and approaches her perch. Theo doesn't shy back when he parts her knees to stand between them, knuckles planted on the desk beside her hands. A top-down view of long lashes as her gaze flickers to his lips.

Funny how that doesn’t get old.

“Think they'd let us bunk together?” he asks. “Because I'd be down for that.”

“Bet you would.”

It's late and she's tired, eyes all soft, blinking a little slower and staring a little long. Mason's reaching up for her before he can think about it, not that thinking about it would end any differently. Not these days. It's just more time spent not doing it, so why bother?

Fingers beneath her chin, his thumb sweeps across her lower lip—she follows it with her tongue as if trying to taste him there.

Kissing her is dangerous, but he does it anyway. Real quick, but he sinks back in like he knew he fucking would, all too ready to lose himself for just a minute in this one good thing. Her lips. Her tongue. Her hands climbing up his chest. Her eyes, blue-black, when she pulls away with a hard shake of her head that tells him she got lost, too.

“So, uh…” She clears her throat. “I'm assuming we didn't drive for three hours to break in here just to fool around on the front desk.”

“Sounds like a good time to me.” Mason grins and gives her room, throwing an arm around her shoulders once she's got her feet back on the floor. He tilts his head toward a set of double doors at the back of the lobby. “Wanna catch a show?”

The nod she gives him is almost gleeful.

Inside the theater is pitch black, doors sealed so well not even he can see. Theo digs in his pocket for his phone and the screen bathes both their faces in harsh blue light before she turns the flashlight on and the screen off.

It’s an impressive place. The domed ceiling takes up the whole upper half of the structure, stark white against the dark carpet and soundproofing and circular rows of seats. The projector in the center of the room, almost futuristic in appearance, has its own stand and accompanying instrument panel.

“That’s new,” Theo murmurs, flashlight sweeping back and forth across the panel as she inspects the various labels on each of the sliders and switches and screens.

“You know how to work this thing?”

She turns to him with an incredulous stare. “Do I—? What do I look like, some kind of A/V wizard? No, I don’t know how to work it. Do you?”

Mason looks over the panel. He flicks a switch mounted alone on the side, and the edges of the screen glow faintly as the projector whirs. 

“Lucky guess,” Theo mumbles. Reaching past him, she presses another button, and all at once Mason’s senses are slammed by light and sound and vibration. He staggers, clasping his hands over his ears.

Almost as quickly, it abates. 

“Shit!” Theo hisses through her teeth, hand soothing on his shoulder. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” he says. “I’m fine. But let’s not do that again.”

“I think this one’s the master volume.”

She slides the knob all the way down, and they hope that means off but he braces for the worst. Thankfully, this time, it’s only the screen and without the rest, it’s not too much. Just a dizzying sky filled with pinpoints of light spinning silently above them.

“Woah,” Theo says with her eyes cast upward. 

“Well? What do you think?” Mason asks, just to hear it.

But the smile on her face is more than answer enough. She slides his phone back in his pocket and takes his hand instead. Brings his knuckles to her lips. Leads him to the rows of seats and they pick two and clamber over, Mason’s arm settling back around her shoulders. Easy.

The view abruptly changes to one of an astronaut on a spacewalk. As their tether drifts weightless around them, their feet hover above the faraway Earth, all that emptiness in between and nothing to show the scale of such an unfathomable distance.

“You know,” Theo muses, “I wanted to be an astronaut when I was younger. Well—” She gazes longingly at the scene. “Ok, longer than that.”

Mason does know. She’s mentioned it sort of in passing, before, though not as a story to be told. “What changed?”

She shrugs one shoulder. “Nothing. Got talked out of it. Bobby was going to school for journalism and wanted us to have more classes together. Said my p— Uh. My writing was ‘too good to go undeveloped.’”

That last bit is accentuated with a snide voice and finger quotes but it still sounds off. In Mason’s experience, that shithead reporter doesn't know how to give a compliment without wanting something for it.

Theo bumps her elbow into his, a sweet half-smile cutting through his growing rage. “I see that look. And you're right, it was total bullshit. He just wanted someone to carry him to graduation.”

“It’s interesting how nothing I learn about that asshole makes me not want to punch him.”

“Yeah,” and she goes so quiet. “But guess which idiot fell for it?”

Not you, he wants to say. Just... another younger stupider you.

Yeah, that won't come out right. He squeezes her hand instead.

The idea of her out there, stuffed into that suit, all that nothing between her and here, makes Mason’s chest tighten in a way he’d rather not think about. But she would love it. And she’d be incredible, he knows, brave and smart and decisive and curious.

“You could go back.”

“Maybe. Probably won't, though. I've lost so much time. And momentum. And shit, I'm too tired to sign up for twelve more years of academia. Besides, if I was up there, I wouldn't—” She shifts next to him and drums her fingers on the armrest, little echoes in Mason's skull. “You know. Wouldn't be here. Doing this.”

Fuck, her heart is so fast. Flying through beats like they're disposable. As a solar flare arcs across the ceiling, she meets his eyes for a split second, skin painted with freckles like stars, and he gets it.

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love, don’t let me go | 2.2k words | buddie | established relationship, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff | ao3

written for Eddie Diaz Week 2021 | Day 4: “I don’t deserve this.” + guilt

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The firehouse is silent. They’re halfway through a 24-hour shift but it’s been rather calm. Not many calls, only a small house fire, a guy locking himself inside his own car and a fender bender. Eddie doesn't like it. Not the city being relatively good and safe, of course, but the calm. The silence that engulfs the station is driving him mad. It gives him too much time to think and Eddie doesn’t like the kind of thoughts that are swarming his head lately.

For a moment he considers heading to the bunk room but he quickly dismisses it. He won’t be able to sleep anyway and he doesn’t want to disturb anyone. A while ago he sent Buck there so he could get some rest. They were lounging on the couch, watching some late-night history documentary with a crazy amount of conspiracy theories in it. It didn’t take long for Buck to start drifting off. His head slid down Eddie’s shoulder, arms getting looser around his waist. Knowing that if he fell asleep like this, he’d be all stiff and cranky later, Eddie nudged him awake and sent him to bed. He had to promise he’d join and get some rest himself before Buck finally agreed to go, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s lips and walking away with a loud yawn. Eddie intended to keep the promise but… not now.

With a sigh, Eddie gets up from the couch, not even realising that the documentary has ended a while ago. Trying to find himself something to do, he wanders around the empty loft. He opens the fridge, even though he’s not hungry. He empties the dishwasher as quietly as he can and then loads the remaining dirty plates inside. He wipes the counters. Then he puts the notes Hen left on the table into a neat pile, mindful that all the sticky notes stay in their places. Seeing that there’s not much to do here anymore, he considers going downstairs. Maybe he could exercise for a bit. It should do the trick to help clear his mind and maybe tire him enough so he can get some sleep.

Eddie drags his hand across his face in a frustrated gesture. Before he can do anything, he hears a voice coming from behind.

“You okay, Eddie?”

Taking a slow breath, Eddie turns around to face Bobby. He hopes that his face doesn’t show too many of the emotions rumbling in his head. It’s a futile hope, according to Buck. He always makes fun of Eddie for having the most expressive face he’s ever seen. The thought almost puts a smile on Eddie’s face.

“Yeah, I’m good, Cap,” Eddie says.

Bobby’s watchful eyes don’t leave Eddie but there’s worry written all over his face when he asks, “You sure? You seem a bit… restless. And you’ve been a bit distant for the past few days.”

Eddie sighs. It’s true. He just hoped he could deal with it quickly enough so that nobody would point it out. When they’re on a call, Eddie always stays focused on the job, but when they’re all just hanging around Eddie gets too caught up in his own head to laugh at the jokes or bite back at the mocking. Buck has been bugging him about it every day, because of course he realised. He was the first one to. But how can Eddie tell him when it’s all Buck’s fault?

No, he corrects himself. It’s not Buck’s fault. He has done absolutely nothing wrong and Eddie doesn’t have the right to look at it that way. Everything that is happening, is because of him.

“No, it’s—,” Eddie starts, trying to clear his head. “Just a bit tired. Got some things on my mind. That’s all.”

Not looking entirely convinced, Bobby nods and slowly moves closer to the table. Eddie’s fingers are wrapped around the back of the chair in front of him but he doesn’t sit when Bobby does so across from him. But he doesn’t run away, either.

“Something’s up with Christopher?” Bobby prods gently and when Eddie shakes his head, he carefully adds, “With Buck?”

Eddie clenches his jaw. It’s just a small gesture, but Bobby still notices. “You guys had a fight?”

“No, it’s not—,” Eddie says and feels very tired all of sudden. The legs scrape loudly against the floor as Eddie pulls at the chair and drops down on it. “It’s great. Buck’s great. I’m— really happy with him.”

“But?”

“But that’s the problem,” Eddie shakes his head with a sad smile. “I’m not sure if we should— If I should— Maybe it wasn’t a good idea.”

A non-committal hum leaves Bobby’s mouth as he waits for Eddie to continue. When he doesn’t, Bobby asks, “Why? He makes you happy. I can clearly see that you make him happy. And you’ve mentioned that Christopher took it more than well. So what happened?”

Eddie bites at his upper lip, trying to gather his thoughts and keep his emotions at bay. It wasn’t the kind of conversation he wanted to have right now. Or ever, probably. But Bobby was looking at him with this soft, worried look and Eddie felt like maybe it could lessen the knot that has been slowly tightening in his stomach for weeks. Maybe from the very moment he first kissed Buck, in the dim light of his own living room when they were watching some stupid cartoon, Buck’s eyes bright and happy as he looked down at Christopher, asleep and curled tightly against Buck’s side. It didn’t change that much between them, the kiss. But at the same time, it changed everything and Eddie felt like he was standing on top of a mountain. He wanted to admire the beautiful view but kept his eyes firmly on the ground, to make sure he won’t trip and fall into the precipice.

“Nothing. Not yet, at least,” Eddie says and then words start falling out of his mouth before he can stop them. “But Shannon made me happy, too. And she was happy with me. Before I messed it all up and ran away and she left because she didn’t know what else to do. There are so many things,” Eddie says slowly through gritted teeth, “that I’ve messed up in my life. I can’t mess this up. I can’t lose Buck.”

“Who said you’re gonna lose him?”

“I’ve been a bad son, a horrible father and even worse husband. I’ve done so many things that I regret now but can’t fix. Why would I be a good boyfriend to Buck?” Eddie looks at Bobby but quickly averts his gaze as he feels his eyes burning. “And Buck is— He’s good. He loves Christopher endlessly and Christopher loves him just as much. He’s so caring and thoughtful and there’s still so much kindness in him. I admire him and I can’t believe he— He’s always there to catch me when I need it and he’s— He’s everything. And I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve him.”

If Eddie wasn’t trying so hard to keep himself together, he would probably feel embarrassed for laying his heart out for his captain like this. He wasn’t one for speeches or talking about feelings. But he knew Bobby would understand. Bobby knew Buck. Bobby, who was more of a father to Buck that his real father was, knew that Buck was a good person, one of the best. He knew that he deserved everything good from the world. And Eddie couldn’t give him that.

“Eddie,” Bobby’s voice is soft when he leans across the table, trying to catch Eddie’s eyes. He doesn’t continue, so eventually Eddie looks up at him. “You’re a good person. You’re so much more than the mistakes you’ve made in the past. They don’t define who you are. You’ve made a choice. A conscious choice to change, to try again, to keep going, and you’ve done all the hard work and put in effort to do this. And that’s what matters. You deserve to be happy, Eddie.”

Looking away, Eddie shakes his head and bites the inside of his cheek. “But what if it doesn’t work out? Again? I don’t know what I’d do without him. And I was perfectly happy with being just his friend. So maybe we should just… try to fix it and go back to where we were before it’s too late. Maybe we should—” he stops, not able to voice the thought that has been haunting him for the past week.

“There’s no reason for fixing something that’s not broken, Eddie,” Bobby says. “I’m pretty sure Buck doesn’t want to lose you, either. You mean too much to each other to just give up. No matter what life throws your way, I know you two can figure it out. You said you regretted running away before. So don’t. Stay and let yourself be happy. You can’t base your life on what if’s.”

It all makes sense. Eddie knows it does but it’s so hard to believe sometimes. There’s no doubt about his feelings for Buck. He has been in love with him before he even knew how to call the sense of warmth and peace that overtook him every time Buck was around. And he hasn’t doubted Buck’s feelings for a second, either. And Eddie knows that there’s nothing in the world that would make him happier than going through life with Buck by his side, than making a place for him in Eddie’s family. As if he wasn’t part of it the second he appeared in his and Christopher’s life. The fear that’s been looming over his head, the guilt that’s been haunting him didn’t let him see all of this.

“You deserve every good thing in your life. Even when it’s hard to accept it. Especially if it is.” Bobby’s hand is heavy when it lands on Eddie’s shoulder, giving him a comforting squeeze.

Eddie only nods, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. He hopes that Bobby can see the gratefulness he wants to express. And judging by the warm smile on his captain’s face, he can.

“...Eddie?”

They both look up, startled by the noise. Buck is standing at the top of the stairs, hesitant. His hair is mussed from sleep and he looks between the two of them with a worried expression.

Turning back to Eddie, Bobby gives his shoulder one more squeeze and after getting a shaky smile in response, he gets up. On his way downstairs, he passes Buck, giving him a pat on the shoulder and a smile and then he’s gone. For a moment, Buck just stands there, looking after Bobby with a confused frown. Then he unfreezes and rushes towards Eddie.

“Eddie, are you—,” Buck starts, pulling up a chair for himself and he sits, turning his whole body towards Eddie. “Is everything okay?”

Eddie nods, trying to smile and stop the tears at the same time. They are not the same, miserable tears that welled up in his eyes not-so-long ago. They are happy tears because Eddie is the happiest man alive. But Buck doesn’t know this. And so the worried wrinkle on his forehead only deepens as he leans closer to Eddie, taking his hand into his.

“But you’re— Did something happen? I’m freaking out, Eds, just talk to me, please.”

Instead of doing that, Eddie just laughs wetly and leans forward to press a soft kiss to Buck’s lips.

“Everything is great, I promise,” Eddie says, smiling. His hands cup Buck’s face as he kisses him again. “You make me so happy, Buck. I love you so much.”

“And… that’s what you’ve been talking with Bobby about?” Buck raises an eyebrow and the worry is slowly replaced by a small smile.

“Basically,” Eddie chuckles. “I just needed some sense talked into me.”

Buck hums, clearly curious but he doesn’t ask. “Well, Bobby’s good at that. And I’m happy with the conclusions you guys have made. I love you too, in case you were wondering.”

God, Eddie can’t believe he considered leaving this wonderful man, considered walking out of the best thing in his life. It feels so stupid now.

“You couldn’t sleep?” Eddie asks, brushing his thumb across Buck’s cheek.

“I know you lied and didn’t intend to get any rest unless I dragged you downstairs,” Buck raises an eyebrow at him.

Eddie makes a shocked face, “Did I ever lie to you? Name one time I lied to you.”

“You said you liked the casserole I made last week and I saw you giving half of your serving to Christopher,” Buck points out.

“Green beans, Buck! You know I don’t like green beans!”

When Buck shakes his head at him, the fondness and love written all over his face as he leans for another kiss, Eddie feels the knot in his stomach disappearing completely. Finally, he can see that this happiness is not something he should or could ever leave behind. He still has his fears and worries, they won't just disappear like that. But if there's one thing that he and Buck know is that you have to fight for the things you love. No matter how hard it might be. And this thing they have is way too important to give up on.