#and I better get more uncle buck content >:(

[can-i-get-a-yippee]

Stuck between Madney having a boy bc it would mirror Maddie and her baby brothers so well and be really healing for Maddie to be able to talk to Jee about her baby brothers and see her open up about Daniel and also to cultivate a healthy relationship between her kids with all of the love but none of the trauma that she and Buck had and also Chim being able to think about his own position of being a big brother and maybe even get an Albert mention,,,,

And Madney having a girl bc Chim is such a girl dad and them having two little girls just feels so right 🥺🥺 like Chim saying he’s going home to his girls??? That’s just so cute 😭❤️

[elodieunderglass]

Referring to you "anxieties of the culture" horror tropes post, I just watched the 1990 adaptation of IT and this comes less than a month after watching both Kolchak movies & starting the TV show. What do you think it was about the late-70s/early-80s that led to "the killer is a monster that hibernates for a set number of years before returning to perform the killings again, as a grim echo of the past, and it's up to the heroes to stop it now before it rears its ugly head again"? There's gotta be some "pass-the-buck" crisis that PEAKED in that time period, something that was a long time coming before that and may or may not have continued since. I don't think it's climate change, that wasn't really at Critical Mass yet until the HFC hairspray crisis of the mid-80s. Your thoughts?

(In reference to this post: https://www.tumblr.com/elodieunderglass/729604545735458816)

Oh that is SO interesting! I also like the Horrors of the Past that Re-Emerge. You get them in fantasy too. To some extent they’re quite nice, because they displace responsibility, allowing the heroes to grapple with something distanced. necromantically resurrected Zombie Nazis will always be a more appealing enemy, for a broad market, than your present-day actual real life QAnon uncle. You can blow up an Ancient Horror as much as you like, can’t you? You don’t need to worry about the tricky present-day political circumstances that birthed the serial killer if it’s actually an ancient time-travelling monster. Monsters are often articulated and described and used because they are “safe” in this way: a displaced thing that can be used. Separate from us in species, appearance, home planet, history of origin, motives, spacetime - the farther they are from us and our shared background, the more justifiable it is to nuke them from orbit, to make a splashy movie.

HOWEVER. As I said in that post - “horror reflects social anxieties” is a SUPER well-described piece of media study and you can read proper writing about that anywhere. I encourage you to seek it out! They say it much better than I do.

I also said in that post that I, myself, don’t watch horror/movies/film. It isn’t due to contempt for the genre, or fear of the content - I just can’t get into it or get immersed, which defeats the point of an immersive genre meant to provoke response. (For example, despite being explicitly told that I would love Stranger Things Season 4 and that I was required to write fic about it for a friend, I gave out at the beginning of season 2; despite being really fond of Welcome to Night Vale at a formative time of my life, I dropped out before StrexCorp. And those are things I generally liked, wanted to consume, and knew I would enjoy! It’s a me problem, and I’m not bothered by it. I am TOO BUSY.)

That’s just to say that I could spitball some thoughts, but I’d be out of my depth.

But here’s an idea. A very small minority of people in the notes took offence to me having meta thoughts about horror when I don’t consume the genre - and worse, saying them out loud, while also openly admitting that I’m out of my depth and would prefer an expert to say it better. “YOU are a COWARD,” they say. “The audacity of commenting on a trend in a genre that you don’t even watch.” “You complain so much but don’t even watch these films” “imagine writing all this with such a bad attitude about horror.” etc.

I think those people have effectively volunteered to write you an essay. They clearly have the horror-consuming chops! Perhaps not the reading comprehension … or analysis skills… but they definitely watch a lot more horror media than I do, so why not give them a crack at it? (This is jokes, don’t bother them.)

Alternatively - there are a lot of clever and savvy people with good takes around here, so they’re welcome to spin out some answers on this post.

[bcolfanfic]

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” “It’s ok. We’ll figure it out - together.”

i lowkey wanna request this w one of the uncles and the yv kids 🥹 torn between sawyer and gale anddddd meadow and john so u pick!

surprise i split the prompt and did both!

uncle buck and sawyer blakely <3

"Sawyer, hey what’s wrong?" Gale asked gently, the twelve-year-old swiping at his nose with his sleeve as he sniffled. He'd slipped his shoes off since the last time Gale had looked over at him as he was helping Blakely get their stuff packed into the car, knees drawn up to his chest.

"Don’t wanna go home," He said, voice wobbly. "I don’t- don’t have friends at school, and I like it when we’re all here because then I do have friends," Sawyer continued, picking at a thread on his jeans.

Gale's heart twisted in his chest. He'd believed Blakely and Helen when they said this past week in Wyoming was the least wound up they'd seen Sawyer in a while. He wasn't as rambunctious as the others had figured out they had the space to be running around the Bucks property causing trouble. But he was content to play Animal Crossing in the basement with Micah, and was chattier at dinner with anyone than Gale remembered him being when he'd seen him a little over a year ago.

"You’re still gonna see most of ‘em at home bud, the only ones that don’t live there are our crew." Gale said as he sat down next to him. "And we’re gonna be in New York to visit in a couple months,"

Sawyer only huffed, resting his chin on his knees.

"’s not the same." He said into the material of his jeans, punctuated by a hiccup. "Don’t know what’s wrong with me, I try to talk to people- but nobody wants to talk to me, they just don’t like me,"

Sawyer's breath hitched and Gale felt his throat tighten, ducking his head down for a second to compose himself. It wasn't new information- he'd heard bits and pieces of it from Blakely. But it wasn't issue he'd had with Josie or Micah- and he found himself wishing he had a better sense of how to navigate it.

Wringing his hands, Sawyer looked at Gale expectantly.

"There's nothing wrong with you bud," He said after a moment, reaching a hand for the back of his shoulder, feeling the tremble in it still under the press of his palm. "You're a great kid- gonna find your people who see that- just gotta give it time,"

Sawyer took a shaky inhale and a few more tears escaped on the exhale, chin wobbling as he budged closer into Gale, hiccupping until he was positioned to let out a little sob into his neck.

"I know, you're okay," Gale murmured, trying to fish his phone out of his pocket without jostling the boy too much.

To: John ❤️

Can u tell Helen to come back in the house? Sawyer is a little upset about leaving.

-

uncle bucky and meadow biddick <3

Every second since Micah had come flying down the stairs a few hours ago screeching that Meadow was pregnant- that JJ had gotten her pregnant, had felt like some sort of fever dream. A fever dream John was only halfway jostled out of when his phone rang just as he was about to brush his teeth, the twenty-two-year old's caller ID flashing across the screen.

"That Meadow?" Gale said when he saw how John was looking at his phone from the doorway, John giving a little nod as he picked up the call, walking out of the bathroom to sink down into bed.

"Hey Mead," He started, soft. He could hear her breathing- and sniffling, on the other end.

"Have you talked to my dad?" She asked when she found her words.

"No, kiddo," he answered softly, absently rubbing the edge of his phone case with this thumb. "But Micah kind of told me what’s going on."

The line was quiet for a moment, Meadow's voice cracking a little when she spoke up.

"I don’t think he loves me anymore," She said, John's chest and his grip on his phone tightening.

He knew that wasn't true- would never be true no matter what she did. But from the bits and pieces he'd heard from Josie and Micah about how things had gone at the Crosbys, he almost couldn't blame her for being so wound up.

"No, hey- no, that’s not true at all," John said, tone a little firmer. "I haven’t talked to him yet, but I don’t need to to tell you that much."

"But he’s so mad," She said as her voice shook. "You weren’t there- I thought he was gonna kick me out till Jeanie said I could spend the night with them and he got all mad at her too."

John dropped his head back against the headboard, holding back a dry laugh when he saw the concerned look Gale threw him from where he was getting undressed.

"I'm gonna wring Curt's neck." He mouthed across the room at him before he went back to trying to think of something to say to Meadow that might actually be helpful.

"I’ve seen your dad mad a lotta’ times in my life,” He tried. “And he's got a cooler head in there somewhere, just takes some time for it to prevail."

"How much time?" she cut in before he'd fully finished his sentence. "He won’t even listen to daddy- I heard them arguing ‘cause he told him to calm down- he hates me."

John heard her breath hitch on the end and felt a lump forming in his throat as he listened to her resolve crumble. She tried to catch her breath to little avail, a sob escaping between sniffles.

"It’s okay, Mead," John said, gentle- and wishing Wyoming was a closer hop and skip from New York. "Don’t gotta cry, you're breakin’ my heart sweetie. I promise he doesn’t hate you- swear it on my life."

Meadow’s shaky inhale was enough to tell him she didn’t believe a word of that. But she managed to get herself calmed down at least- he imagined somewhat due to her sister coming in, Bry's voice entering faintly into the background.

"We’re gonna figure this out together- but you should try to get some sleep first, 'kay?' he said when he heard Bry pause, tapping his fingers against the back of his phone case.

"'Kay, Uncle Bucky."

Her voice was still wobbly, but she wasn't hyperventilating anymore and that was enough for him to feel okay about passing things over to her sister. He let out a sigh when he hung up, his phone buzzing a few seconds later.

curt biddick

Was Meadow on the phone with you just now?

John rubbed a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose with an exhale before he went to respond.

john egan

Go tell your kid you still love her. Was breaking my heart listening to her cry like that.

Read 11:57pm

The blue bubble indicating Curt was typing blinked for a second before it disappeared and didn't return. John chewed on the inside of his cheek, annoyed at the stubbornness he in most ways felt he'd grown more acclimated to than anyone.

He gave it five minutes before shooting off another text.

john egan

I get it man, I do. But if you’re not gonna let her stay with the Crosbys you need to make her staying with her dads feel like a good thing. Flipping out isn't helping unless you want her running off to JJ once you're asleep.

The bubble blinked again- and a response followed it this time.

curt biddick

Got it. Thx.

[minijenn]

Universe Falls Preview

Finally making some actual progress on this chapter after wasting my fucking time for the past two weeks (jk I've been hella busy). But yeah this one isn't really seeing a ton of an upgrade, mostly just prose changes to make the chapter better written, but a lot of the dialogue is staying the same. Even so, I figured I'd drop a preview for ya'll. Enjoy!

---

“They can come.”

“See? That’s what I was—wait, w-what?!” Pearl stiffened, ignoring the twins’ mutually awestruck gasp. 

“You said so yourself, Pearl: this isn’t going to be a dangerous mission,” Garnet reassured. “We’re just going to Rose’s fountain, taking a bit of water, and coming back. It’s easy. Like they said, they can handle it.”

“A-are you sure?” Pearl asked, frowning. Still, Garnet simply nodded, her stance as firm as it usually was.

“You really mean it, Garnet?” Mabel looked up at her with a huge smile. 

“I do,” she nodded once more. “But only if your uncle is ok with it.”

“Eh, what do I care?” Stan shrugged. “Go ahead and babysit the little knuckleheads for me for a few hours. I have a feeling I’ll be doing plenty of babysitting of my own with these two,” he pointed a thumb over at Steven and Amethyst. 

At the same time, Dipper and Mabel looked at each other, beaming with excitement over the adventure ahead of them. Garnet and Pearl gave them little time to celebrate, however, as they already began making their way back up to the temple.” “Shake a leg, you two!” Pearl called. Garnet, on the other hand, slowed her pace a little to allow the kids to bid each other farewell.

“I’m so excited for you guys!” Steven threw his arms around the twins’ shoulders. “You’re gonna have such a great time! I wish I could go with you, but me and my potentially healing tears are needed here.”

“Speaking of which…” Dipper paused, watching as Stan and Amethyst headed inside the shack. As soon as he was sure they were gone and Pearl and Garnet weren’t watching, he pulled the journal out of his vest. “Here, Steven,” he said, handing the book over to him. “When the Gems were talking about your mom’s healing powers, I remembered reading something that sounded just like that in the journal. So maybe you could use it to help you figure out how to get them working. You know, if crying doesn’t work out.”

“Whoa…” Steven said, stars in his eyes as he carefully held the mysterious tome. “Thanks, Dipper! With the journal’s help, I’ll be a magical healer in no time!”

“Yeah, well just don’t try running off with it this time, ok?” Dipper said with a half-serious smile. “And… don’t let Stan or Amethyst see it.”

“Huh?” Steven raised an eyebrow. “I get Amethyst; you said you were still trying to figure out how to tell the Gems about it. But… why can’t Mr. Pines see it?”

“‘Cause Dipper’s paranoid,” Mabel piped up. 

“No, I’m not!” Dipper argued. “It’s just… if Stan got ahold of that thing, who knows what he’d do with it? For all we know, he’d probably try to sell it to some random tourist in the gift shop for like, ten bucks or something.”

“Eh, I think it’d go for at least 11,” Mabel said thoughtfully. 

Dipper sighed, rolling his eyes before turning back to Steven. “Just… don’t go showing it off, please? The less people know about it, the less I have to worry about losing it.”

“Well… I don’t want you to worry…” Steven ran his hand over the one on the journal’s cover. Despite his misgivings about the book and its mysterious contents, if there was anyone he wanted to do right by, it was Dipper. Especially since he’d finally decided to trust him again after how he’d betrayed that trust by taking the journal before. “So… ok. I’ll keep the journal safe–and secret. I promise.”

“Thanks, Steven,” Dipper offered him a warm, relieved smile. 

“Kid! You better get in here!” Stan called for Steven as he poked his head out of the shack. The second he did, Steven rushed to hide the journal out of sight behind his back. “Amethyst’s shouting about how she wants you, I guess. It’s kinda hard to tell since everything she says is backward now.”

“I’ll be there in just a second!” Steven shouted back before turning back to the twins with a small, hopeful smile. “Well, I guess this is it. I hope you guys have a great time with Garnet and Pearl. And good luck finding the fountain!”

“Good luck to you too, Steven!” Mabel waved back to him as she and Dipper began hurrying off after the Gems. “I hope you can get yourself to cry! Oh, I mean—I hope your tears work! Er, um… I meant to say-”

“Ok, Mabel,” Dipper cut her off, pulling her after him. After all, the last thing he wanted to do was keep the Gems waiting after so narrowly managing to convince them to let them come along. “I think he gets it.”

[fuwaprince]

Please send hope and support. My family turned me away... i've got nobody but my Tumblr family to beg from. I'm not just asking rich Tumblr aunties and uncles. I'm asking whoever is able to spare even just a few bucks my way. Every single day for the past fuckin last few months I had to wake up not knowing how I'm going to eat or where im going to sleep. It's the holiday season. The season for giving is almost here. I'm grateful for having life. For internet. For the birds and trees. For people. For dogs and cats. For music. I can't deny that I need more to live tho. I need a safe place to rest my head, loved ones, a content belly, healthy food accessibility... you know. Peace of mind and security. I don't even have a place to stay. I'm finding ways to beg for money and I'm too damn lifeless to go to my job now. I can't believe I'm slipping through the cracks. I need a friend to take me in and help. Not just some guy trying to exploit my vulnerability for selfish gain *cough*. I accept those guys help anyways sometimes because I'm so desperate and don't want to die out on the street... I don't want to be thrown out onto the street but if I am and when I am I think I'll take my chances without the "help"... those people aren't really helpers. I'm looking for the helpers so that I'm not hurting anymore. It really breaks my heart not being able to have a place to call home or people to depend on. I've been asking everybody for help and I hate having to deny certain untrustworthy hands... I need hugs guys. I think about how life can get better and how it isn't so bad all the time. It's hard to be cheerful during holiday season. I'm doing my best. I'm sad.

Anyone reading this? Thank you if you are. I need your support... please consider sparing a few dollars my way. Anything helps. I love you. Stay safe. Take care

[dollarbin]

Dollar Bin #5:

Linda Ronstadt's Heart Like a Wheel

Let's jump straight to one of the best dollar bin records of all time. If you haven't experienced joy and peace regularly through a $1 copy of Heart Like a Wheel for the last 20 years you... are not me. And if you don't yet own a copy, have no fear. I guarantee that one eagerly awaits you in your local Dollar Bin.

I suppose we should clearly define the term "Dollar Bin" before this blog's swelling legion of 17 fans begins to toss the phrase around in an effort to win friends and influence their uncle.

Ideally, a Dollar Bin record actually cost $1. My beloved copy of Heart Like a Wheel meets that exacting standard. A secondary definition would refer to any record priced at a store's baseline rate. That was 25 cents when I started filling my own collection in 1988. Sadly, it's more like $5 in 2023.

But the term more generally means an album that is currently unappreciated to the point where it gets flipped past at thrift stores and yard sales. You're not going to find your coveted copy Ascension or What's Going On in the Dollar Bin, so, great as they are, they don't qualify.

Good old Gordon Lightfoot is lord of the Dollar bin. Snatch him up, and we'll talk about him at length in future posts. Neil Diamond, John Denver and Barbara Streisand provide the Bin's permanent bulk. You already know not to mess with that stuff. Stephen Stills records do not belong in the Dollar Bin. They belong in the garbage, or, better yet, they should be gathered up and hurled into the sun.

But Linda Ronstadt, I shall now argue, is the Dollar Bin's greatest living artist. Let's take a listen:

The arrangement, the pacing, the aching, yet powerful vocals: it's a perfect cover of a song I hope to never hear by anyone else.

Heart Like a Wheel opens with a song you'll probably hear on AM radio while seeking out this record in your thrift store's dollar bin. You're No Good is one of Ronstadt's problem songs in that it was borrowed from a Black artist so as to make her a billion bucks. Ronstadt began this trend a few years earlier with Rescue Me and carried it to a peak on Prisoner in Disguise a year later, where she covers everyone from Jimmy Cliff to Smokey Robinson. The simple truth is that the people privileged enough to buy records and see popular live music back then (and, I'm sure, still today) were predominantly white, and they felt far more comfortable with the seemingly white Ronstadt than with any of the equally talented black artists of the day. And so Linda's in the Dollar Bin and Aretha Franklin is not. It's supply and demand, people.

Happily, Ronstadt doesn't just karaoke You're No Good; she transforms the song into something swirling and smooth. If You're No Good sounds overly familiar today that's because it's good enough to have spent over 50 years on the radio.

Whenever the reverse happens and a Black artist fabulously transforms a song originally by white artist, that cover's greatness is often lost. Take Merry Clayton's version of Southern Man. Better than Neil himself? Maybe!

The fun twist on all this is that Ronstadt isn't actually white. She's Latina, a fact her white audience willfully ignored throughout the seventies, then embraced in the late 80's when Ronstadt powerfully forced her identify on them through her earnest and authentic Mexican records.

Ronstadt has always been a front line feminist and champion of progressive and independent ideas in music and popular culture. She dumped Governor Moonbeam in the 70's, proudly embraced being a single mom, cursed out George Bush on stage at the height of the second Iraq war's popularity and took in Linda Thompson when Richard did his own backstreet slide.

Anyone else in Ronstadt's shoes would have been content to sit back and be famous for her incredible looks and incomparable voice. But she hopped genres at a Neil Young pace and consistently promoted marginalized and overlooked voices (Heart Like a Wheel's title track introduced the world to the writing of Anna McGarrigle; a decade and a half later Aaron Neville became a household name thank to Linda).

The popular knock on Ronstadt, of course, is that she was never a songwriter. The familiar and accurate comeback is that she is a masterful song re-writer instead. That skill finds no better manifestation than on her version of Paul Anka's It Doesn't Matter Anymore. Anka's sings the song like he's serving up deviled eggs covered in his own chest hair; Ronstadt serves us ambrosia she smuggled off Olympus.

Heart Like a Wheel is chock full of bragging points. Ronstadt opens side two by showing that she can rock the mic on When Will I Be Loved. Unfortunately, the insufferable lead guitar work on the track will make you think Stephen Stills himself snuck out your dumpster and into her studio; happily, it's not him, it's multi-instrumentalist Andrew Gold demonstrating why he'd never become a household name. Stills himself was off sucking on an egg somewhere and the track fades quickly into a gorgeous and soulful renegade trucker epic, Willin'. The song gives us the joyfully silly image of Ronstadt smuggling weed, whites and wine across the border in a semi. But it rocks and Linda owns it.

As Willin' fades, we dive right into a truly vital track in the Dollar Bin. I Can't Help It If I'm Still in Love with You marks the first collaboration between Ronstadt and our very own Emmylou Harris. Both women would go on to talk about their relationship, which was born on that track, as critical to their lives. The terribly titled, but otherwise excellent, biopic on Ronstadt, The Sound of My Voice, climaxes with a modern day Emmylou breaking down while talking about Linda's Parkinson's diagnosis. All their future success and art both together and apart is simply and fully presented on I Can't Help It If I'm Still in Love With You. They carry Hank Williams' lyrics with perfect, sisterly grace. Mortals quake before them; beasts kneel. If Emmylou is God, Linda makes us polytheists.

So go get in the Dollar Bin. There's simply no better use of a buck than this nearly flawless record.

[kingmlem]

So (unsurprisingly) I got KTJL. ....I'm not thrilled?

Spoilers below for Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League

Mlem's take

Gameplay is mostly fun, but repetitive. Beat one mission, go on support mission, bust up five emplacements along the way between them. It's fun for a bit, a good game to shut your brain off and just wait on some bad guys with combat that kind of feels cool, but don't expect to be playing it for days and days on end.

For a supposed continuation of the Arkham games, it's surprisingly detached from them, while also relying on them for marketing and other random story bits. The Batman connection, yeah it's there, but it's not a focus. You get small bits of what Bruce did after AK, and Harley has some things to say about all the events of previous games, but like... That's it?

Some people view the way the Justice League was portrayed to be disrespectful, and I can understand that. I'm not saying I agree/disagree, but I can see where they're coming from, as most of the League acts rather blasé about their indoctrination. Which.. brings me to my next note...

All the characters seem a little... One note? Harley's crazy, Boomerang is the 'hobo-uncle,' Shark is the 'gentle-giant,' waller is the stone cold warden... And that's it. It bugs me because GK, which isn't connected in any way shape or form, gave Harley a better personality than Suicide Squad. The voice acting saves some of it, granted. The banter sometimes garners a chuckle, but still stays within that lane of 'what the character is.'

Why. Is. Eddie. There? Why and how? I loved the mechanic of finding trophies and completing challenges in the past Arkham games, but this honestly feels like a slog. It feels like another way they're trying to jam this connection to Arkham down our throats...

It's not worth the price they're asking. Seriously. It's not. Wait for a sale if you desperately need this game.

DLC is sometimes glitchy. I got the deluxe edition (long story,) and it took me emailing the company to get it attached to my account. Other people were having similar problems, where DLC just wouldn't show up, but would suddenly drop into their game randomly. (This does not bode well for future purchasing powers.)

It didn't need to be a Live Service game at all. There is no way in-game (that I know of) to earn in-game currency, unless you shell out more money($5-$50) on top of the 70/100 bucks you spent on the game. And according to the devs, it's all only for cosmetics... Which would have been better as DLC, rather than Live Service. If they were planning to release content after launch, then I firmly believe the way to go would be season passes, instead of tokens you can use all of once before needing more/another.

It doesn't... Feel like there's any substance... Just a bunch of tips and tricks thrown in a huge map. It feels like it's meant to dazzle/distract you a bit, if I'm honest...

[uglypastels]

Imagine eddie finds the reader (Steve's girlfriend) Passed out and he takes her too a room to take care of her and Steve enters the room And Basically after that eddie and steve fight over the reader but the reader picks steve because she loves him but talks sense into eddie and they becone friends?

thank you for the request!! i hope this is good heh

warnings: mention of heavy drinking, intoxication, mention of drugs. cursing.

Send Requests for Eddie // Steve!! and be sure to reblog and comment if you enjoyed reading this <3

People had a lot of misconceptions about Eddie, one of them being that he was a huge party animal. Maybe it was the size of his hair or his stubborn and wild personality that he put up at school, but he wasn’t much into it. Sure, he enjoyed a beer with his friends, and his favourite place in the world was a grubby moshpit at a loud concert, but that was not the same as some dumb house party where the only thing to drink was either warm beer or mysterious punch and where no one even wanted him to be there in the first place. 

But he showed up for two reasons. It was still something to do on a lonely night, better than sitting alone in his uncle’s trailer. And two, it was a way to make a quick and easy buck. No one was easier to sell weed to than drunk teenagers. 

He walked around the house, chatting people up with a cup. Some people were interested, even bought something off him, but most scoffed and told him to fuck off (but Eddie knew they would be back in a few minutes. Suddenly, their interest peaked). 

‘Hey, you’re the weed guys, right?’ Someone tapped him on the shoulder, and Eddie turned around to meet the eyes of a beautiful girl. A beautiful… but a highly drunk girl. Her words were slurred, and the focus had left her eyes as she stood in front of him. 

‘Uhh, yeah,’ Eddie said hesitantly, ‘what I can help you with?’ 

‘Weed, obviously,’ she laughed. ‘You’re not the brightest cookie in the jar, are you?’ 

‘Heh, depends. I’m not sure you should have even more shit in your system, sweetheart.’ Eddie smiled at her but nervously started to look around. It didn’t seem like she was being supervised by anyone. No one was watching her while she was stumbling around and now trying to get into an even worse state. ‘Are you here with anyone?’ 

‘With my boyfriend,’ she rolled her eyes. ‘He’s… oh,’ she turned around, ready to point out her boyfriend to Eddie, but he was apparently nowhere to be seen, to her disappointment. 

‘Had a lot to drink, had we?’ He looked her up and down since she did not seem to be too stable on her feet. 

‘I don’t know, have we?’ She asked, giggling. Then Eddie noticed her holding a cup in her hand, the content splashing around as she moved. He gently took the cup from her and let the content scorch his nostrils basically when he breathed it in. 

‘Jesus H. Christ, what is in this stuff?’ He didn’t dare take a sip himself; instead, he put it on top of a shelf next to him. 

‘Don’t know,’ she shrugged. ‘But are you gonna sell me the stuff or not?’ 

‘I really think you’ve had enough. And should maybe get some rest, actually.’ He had to get this girl away from the alcohol before she would get seriously injured or something. So, keeping a safe distance, he led her upstairs. Of course, most rooms were already occupied by actual couples with different plans, but eventually, Eddie found a room for her to rest in. The bed was large and looked comfortable, and he helped her lie down. Almost as soon as her head hit the pillow, she fell asleep. 

Before leaving, Eddie went over to the bathroom to get her a glass of water to drink if she woke up. He had just come back from the en suite and was about to put the glass on the bedside table when the door swung open. The girl barely moved. 

‘What the hell do you think you’re doing, Munson?’ The one and only Steve Harrington walked through the door, his eyes filled with anger. 

‘Woah, Harrington. I’m not doing anything.’ Eddie put his hands up and took a big step back. ‘She was drunk as fuck so I brought her here to rest. That’s all. I brought her a glass of water and then I was going to leave. I didn’t even touch her, man.’ 

‘Get out.’ Steve was trying to keep his cool, but it was a close call once Eddie was passing him to not punch him in the jaw. Once the freak was gone, Steve closed the door and sat down on the ground in front of you. 

‘y/n?’ he whispered, and you murmured his name in return. ‘Are you ok?’

‘Let me sleep.’ 

‘Ok. Ok.’ He pulled the covers over you. ‘But did Eddie-’ 

‘Who is that?’ You were tired and didn’t want to answer Steve’s billion questions. 

‘The guy that just-’

‘Oh, he was nice.’ That was all you had to say on the matter before you fell asleep entirely. 

—

And the following day, you woke up with a giant headache and barely any memory of what had happened that night. The bed you were in felt and looked unfamiliar, and you would have panicked if it wasn’t for Steve’s limp body sleeping cramped up in a chair in the corner of the room. He snored lightly, and you would have thought it was cute if it wasn’t for the massive headache you were sporting. 

Your body was screaming for water, and to your surprise, a glass was left for you on the night table. How sweet of Steve to do that, you thought as you gulped it down. 

‘Hey, sleepyhead,’ Steve woke up not much later and called you. ‘How are you feeling?’ 

‘Like shit,’ you grumbled. ‘I’m never drinking again.’ 

‘Ok, sure.’ Steve laughed, not convinced by your plan. But still, he took care of you for the rest of the day. He got you some food and coffee and made sure to get you home without having to see your parents or their wrath about you getting wholly shitfaced and not coming back home. He spent the rest of the day with you in bed, cuddling and just talking; honestly, an almost perfect day if it wasn’t for that damn headache. 

— 

The next day, Monday, you got to school, and as you walked into O'Donnell's class, something in the classroom made you freeze, almost making the people behind you drop their things as you held up the passage. 

Looking out the window in the back of the room was someone you had never thought to have seen before. And yet, their dark hair seemed so familiar to you. And as if he knew you were staring at him, he turned around and looked directly at you. Not just looked. He smiled and waved. 

You had no idea what came over you, but you made a b-line to the seat closest to him. It surprised both of you.

‘Uhh, can I help you?’ he asked, clearly confused about your new presence. 

‘This will sound really bad on my part, but…’ you didn’t want to ask the question, but not knowing would make you feel even worse, ‘do I know you?’ 

He laughed, amused more than offended. 

‘I don’t know. Did you ever try to buy weed?’ 

‘What?!’ you looked at him with wide eyes. ‘No! Never.’ It was a mistake sitting down in that chair, but the room was quickly filling up, and there was no other place to go to. 

‘Ah, my bad then, I guess.’ He chuckled and started tapping his fingers on the wooden table. ‘Must have been some other girl dating Steve Harrington that tried to make a deal with me last Saturday just to pass out.’ The mention of your boyfriend and Saturday made you again look at him like a deer in the headlights. 

‘So it was you! You got me into bed last night.’ 

‘God, that makes me sound like a pervert. It’s enough your dear boyfriend already thinks that.’ 

‘What? Why?’ you asked. Steve hadn’t told you anything about… oh, god, you didn’t even know the name of this guy. 

‘He didn’t tell you? Well, after I…’ he laughed to himself, ‘“got you into bed” as you said yourself, Steve burst through the door like a lunatic. Honestly thought he would beat the shit out of me.’ 

‘Yeah, he has that crazy look sometimes. I’m sorry–’ And right at that time, the class started, and the conversation halted. But you couldn’t stop thinking about it. Not only about how embarrassed you felt about everything that happened at the party, but how you could have never seen the guy sitting next to you before. Uncontrollably, you kept stealing glances his way, most of which he caught. It kept going like that for the rest of the hour until the bell rang. 

‘Hey, uhm–’ you still didn’t know his name. 

‘Eddie,’ he filled in the gap for you, ‘no worries, I’m not offended that you don’t know me. Usually prefer it that way.’

‘Usually?’ 

‘There’s an exception for everything, isn’t there?’ He smiled before leaning down. Once back up straight, he showed you a pen– your pen– that you hadn’t even noticed you dropped. 

‘Oh my god, thank you.’ You took it and clipped it to the cover of your notebook. ‘So uhm, anyway, I just wanted to say “thank you” I suppose, for Saturday.’ You were now walking out of the classroom, side by side. 

‘No need, it really was no–’

‘y/n!’ Steve called from the other side of the busy hallway. People practically parted like the Red Sea for him as he made his way to you. He had a big smile on his face which quickly disappeared when he saw who was standing next to you. 

‘Munson?’ 

‘Harrington.’ It felt as if you had missed something significant happen just there, as they stood there, glaring at each other. 

‘What are you doing with my girlfriend, Munson?’ Steve’s jaw tightened. 

‘We were just talking Steve, calm down,’ You answered for Eddie, putting a hand on Steve’s arm. Usually, you could manage to keep his temper down, but it got a bit difficult at other times. Steve loved you; you knew that, but that wasn’t enough, apparently. Not to him. In his eyes, he didn’t feel like he was doing enough, so he overcompensated. He needed everyone else to know that you two were together and perfect. Ironically, that drove you crazy a little bit. 

This was one of the times when you couldn’t get Steve to calm down. His death glare was glued to Eddie, so instead, you did the same and directed your following words at your new acquaintance. 

‘Hey, I’m really sorry about this, but–’ 

‘Oh, yeah, no problem.’ Eddie was all ready to go. 

‘I’ll talk to you later, ok?’ 

‘If you can find me.’ maybe it wasn’t the wisest move to end the conversation with a wink, but Eddie did it anyway, and Steve almost threw himself at him from anger. You quickly pulled him in the opposite direction, away from where Eddie was going. Holding him by the sleeve, you pulled Steve to your locker. 

‘What the hell is wrong with you?’ you asked, actually in disbelief at how he was behaving. 

‘Nothing! I just…’

‘You just what?’ 

‘I don’t like him.’ He crossed his arms as if that was enough of an argument for anything. 

‘Don’t be childish, babe.’ you sighed, ‘look, Eddie is a really nice guy, and you know you got nothing to worry about, so I would really appreciate it if you just let me be friends with who I want to be friends with.’ 

‘Friends? You’re—’ he already saw the look you would give him and stopped himself. ‘Fine. Fine. But I’m not joining his weird role play club.’ 

‘What the hell are you talking about?’

Leave a review behind!

[cinematics123]

Sooooo I've seen more than a few people being angsty about the lack of Buddie content. I definitely get that within the fanbase, but I think there is a purposeful lack of content that is hurting the show a bit.

Let me explain.

So for the fanbase, it's easy to see that even on the main 9-1-1 hashtags (on twitter, Tumblr, elsewhere) that the first and central posts are about Buck or Eddie and the literal crumbs of buddie content (Let alone the Buddie/gayfirefightershow hashtags, which are just you heathens being horny on main).

So the fanbase is virtually going feral over the lack of buddie content. We didn't even see Eddie give Hoover to Buck - which seems almost deliberately cut out after Eddie can't give the dog to Maddie and Chim.

And here is the crux of the issue, it's not just that the fans want Buddie content and it's not being put in, it's that it is a family and an intertwined group and these characters play a central role that's basically cut out to the detriment of those characters and of the motivations for the other characters.

We see Eddie go and get Hoover from Karen. And we see Eddie and Karen at the party. But there's no mention of Hen and Buck's day drinking from Animal Instincts (6X4). Karen doesn't know (Hen probably sobered up by the time she was home) but Eddie heard them on speaker phone. Rather than just quick snippets of them, that would give those characters something meaty to be doing together, something meaningful rather than as part of the Hoover gag.

This might seem minor, but look what happens to the plot when you add the Buck/Eddie storyline into what's going on with Hen/Karen.

Eddie concerned over Buck, seeing red flags with him on the bike, day drinking with Hen, being silent and sullen.

Eddie asks Karen why Buck and Hen were day drinking

Karen knew nothing about it, but now she's worried about the red flags with Hen (The falling asleep at the wheel, taking on too much, failing a class AND NOW day drinking?)

Karen confronts Hen about the drinking and Hen tells Karen about Buck and the sperm donor thing. Having used a donor, Karen is positive on Buck, but is a little hard on Hen for drinking "you're a student, but you don't have to do all the student activities." Hen maybe says something a little too far like "I can handle it on my own" or "I can handle it myself"

At the party, Karen mentions something to Eddie about Buck being a good dad or donor, assuming Eddie knows, but Eddie is just confused by what she says. Karen is so happy for Hen, but it can also be a complicated happiness. And Buck's separation anxiety line about still being together elicits and extra confused look from Eddie.

Karen is in the explosion and we see from the promo that Hen is performing CPR on her (looks like in the ambulance). Only in this minor edit (throwing Buddie in), there is extra tension because of the "I can do it on my own" in point 4. Hen's breakdown can be *more* poignant. "I was wrong, I can't do it on my own, I need you."

At the hospital, waiting for news on Karen, Hen drops that she can't have anything happen to Karen, they just had a fight and she needs to make it right. Eddie asks what the fight was over and Hen says about her and Buck day-drinking over sperm donation.

The other shoe drops for Eddie about what Karen said at the party about Buck and being a dad/donor etc. And he either confronts Buck or (even better) calls Maddie.

In 6x7 Eddie does whatever he does with the singer, but it gets extra slutty, extra steamy because he is TRYING to piss off Buck for not telling him. Maybe there is even a competition for who can be the best back up dancer/best background person. And Eddie is over the top and Buck is jealous/hurt/etc as hell.

Maddie makes Buck come over to watch Jee-Yun (and for once you have Uncle Buck). She not only shows him that he couldn't give up his own kid, but also reminds him about the leukemia and that he can't be a donor because of it.

After THAT Buck has to go to see Eddie for whatever the beach scene is. But look at all this extra baggage that's now brought with them and if Eddie challenges the sperm donor line, there is already Maddie's line there (or if the fight is over the sperm donor line, there is Buck playing with Jee-Yun and all the emotions that's brought).

Hen gets Karen back and it's not just "My wife was hurt" is also more poignant because "I can't do it without you" and whether Hen stays at the 118 or does fulltime school, there is the extra layer with Karen now and the extra layer of Buddie to contend with in her story moving forward.

The story is probably ending in the same place, but with the buddie elements, it's actually amp-ed up. And it feels more natural because why wouldn't Eddie and Karen be having those conversations about their partner/wife who they *should* be concerned about?

There is not just a fanbase that wants more Buddie, there is a Buddie shaped hole in the plot. And it would provide more layers to the show, more parallels between Buck/Eddie and Hen/Ren and would give these GOOD actors more to work with. The show should be intertwining characters in each other's stories, like Eddie and Karen (not just showing them handing off dogs and standing next to each other. That's not story that's just... good feelings... which is great, but from a plot perspective, it's bloat, not plot). The story would be affecting more characters like Maddie and Chim and Jee-Yun and probably Eddie eventually going to talk Buck to Bobby (to talk some sense into him).

So with... all of this... either they are trying to tone Buddie down (and hurting the story in the process) or they are trying to make episodes about Hen/Ren and then other's about Buddie, which... serves neither. They can highlight each other. That's what good storytelling does.

[stefanmikaleson1864]

Here With You

Requested by the lovely : @kxheixh

Eddie x bucks little sister

Maybe while Eddie was dealing with stuff he kept shoving back bucks there to try to help him work through it an the next day he’s better an doesn’t know bucks little sister was there that he had secretly feelings for when him and Buck started becoming close friends and she was stand up slightly sleeping rubbing Christopher’s back who looked really sad in his sleep because he was worried seeing his dad so sad for the first time but looked really peaceful and content in bucks little sisters arms,Eddie knowing the reader would never ever let anything happen to Christopher or let him be alone when he’s sad

A/N If you like my work please comment like and reblog it mean a lot to see interactions on my work

Y/N’S POV 

“Hey you coming or not we gotta go” Buck asked 

“I don’t know does he even want me over there” You asked 

“Of course he does and Chris is excited to see you anyways so let’s go” Buck said grabbing his keys off the coffee table. 

You and Buck were over at his place just hanging out when Chris called and said something was wrong with Eddie and that he needed to come right over. You were unsure if you should go in the first place. 

You and Eddie were friends but you always longed for something more. Eddie was a great dad a great man and damn that man was handsome as hell. But you didn’t know if he felt the same about you. 

Eddie had been through a lot and you didn’t want to add another burden to him. By telling him your feelings you were afraid it would just cause some kind of pressure for him. So you kept in and figured a friendship was better than nothing. 

You and Buck headed on out to Eddie’s apartment. Buck was driving like crazy down there and you could see the worry all over his face. 

Luckily it was late and traffic wasn’t that bad and you reached down to Eddie’s apartment pretty fast. Buck barely parked the car when he ran in and you were right behind him. When you got in the sight was pretty bad to see. 

Eddie was locked in the room and Chris was sitting at the door banging on it yelling for his dad. You ran over to chris and bent down to look at him. 

“Hey Chris look at me what’s wrong” You asked 

“Dad won’t come out and he’s making a lot of noise in there” Chris said 

“Okay come with me why don’t we go to the kitchen and grab some ice cream together while Uncle Buck takes care of your dad “ You said 

“Okay” Chris said 

You got up and the two of you walked to the kitchen and you grabbed some bowls and ice cream from the freezer.  

You tried your best to distract Chris from the noise of Buck breaking down the door and the worry he was feeling. 

“Hey sooo we got vanilla and chocolate and sprinkles how does that sound” You asked 

“Sounds good, “ Chris said, still sad in his voice. 

You grabbed the stuff and laid them on the table letting chris make his own bowl. You weren’t really in the mood for some so you just watched him eat. 

You weren’t to sure what the right thing to say was and even if you should say something. He seemed to be doing better eating some food but everyone even you were still worried about Eddie. 

It was quiet in the room so what ever was going on Buck got him to calm down. Which was good you thought. 

You just sat there for a minute letting Chris eat and when he was done he looked up at you. 

“How’s my dad is he okay” Chris asked 

“He’s okay now he was just having a bad day that’s all but he’s going to be okay” You said reaching over and squeezing Chris’s hand. 

Chris started yawning after and you didn’t blame him it was pretty late. Poor guy was probably tired. 

“Hey come on why don’t we get you to bed” You said standing up. 

“Okay Lets go” Chris said 

The two of you walked down the hall to Chris’s room and he walked over to the bed. You helped tucked him in and put his glasses down on the bed next to him. 

“I can’t sleep will you stay with me” Chris asked 

“Of course I will here scoot over” You said 

Chris moved over and you sat up in the bed next to him. You started rubbing his back and humming him a song to help him fall asleep.  

After a few minutes he finally started dozing off. 

Suddenly a voice spoke up and it scared you because you didn’t realize anyone was with you. 

“Hey your really good with him thank you” Eddie spoke up 

You jumped and fell off the bed Making Eddie laugh and walk over to help you up. He reached out his hand and you grabbed it sitting up. 

“Thank you for the help and uh thank you saying that” You said to him. 

The two of you walked out the room turning the lights out and shutting the door behind you. 

The two of you walked out to the living room and then sat down on the couch. You looked around trying to see if Buck was around. 

“He’s uh not here Taylor called something about an emergency at home” Eddie said 

“Oh so he just up and left me here stranded” You said laughing

Eddie smiled at you and looked over at you

“Well so sorry your stuck here with us” Eddie asked 

“I mean i could be stranded somewhere worse” You said. 

Eddie looked over at you and smiled. You could see the cuts and bruises forming on his wrist and it broke your heart seeing him like that. 

“Hey uh are you okay and I mean I’m really ask none of that bullshit I’m fine stuff how really are you” You asked Eddie. 

He bent his down and didn’t say anything to you. You reached over and grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze. 

He looked up and you then he started opening up to you. 

“It’s hard but i’m working on it therapy has been rough” Eddie said 

“Yeah I get that therapy is rough but if it’s hard that means it’s working right” You asked him 

“Yeah i guess i didn’t see it like that you know” Eddie said 

“I know it’s hard but your so strong for going to get help” you said 

Eddie looked over at you and smiled. It was silent and neither of you broke eye contact.  Eddie leaned in and placed his hands on your face. 

You leaned in too and then the two of you kissed. The butterflies in your stomach was going off and it was sweet and slow.

After a minute the two of you pulled apart and you just looked at Eddie for a moment. Not knowing what to say or how to feel. 

Was he just not thinking right ? Did he mean to kiss you ? Neither of you said anything before you decided to fill the empty silence. 

“Hey Eddie I know things are pretty messed up right now so i think i’m just going to go” You said getting up the couch. 

Eddie grabbed your hand and pulled you back down to the couch so you were sitting right next to him. 

“I didn’t just kiss you because I was feeling bad for myself I kissed you because I love you” Eddie said 

“You are amazing and kind and great with Chris and when I’m around you I get this feeling and I don’t want to be around you and I miss you all the time” Eddie said 

“I love you too I have been but I didn’t want to make things more complicated for you” You told him. 

“You are not complicating things for me you make things so simple and easy and things are right when i’m with you” Eddie said 

“I feel the same way are you sure about this you can take all the time in the world you need” You said. 

Eddie leaned over and kissed you again. This time it just felt different like it had a different meaning behind it. 

When you both pulled apart you looked over at him. 

“Stay please I need you and Chris needs you here” Eddie said 

“Of course I’m not going anywhere” You said 

Eddie pulled you so you were leaning on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. 

It felt like Eddie relaxed under you. You could feel the pressure leaving his shoulders and he didn’t feel so tense anymore. 

Nothing was said between the two of you there really didn’t need to be you both knew what the other was feeling. 

The two of you stayed that way all night just being there with each other falling asleep watching tv together. It was good and it was different. 

You both felt so loved and safe that this is where the two of you were supposed to be.

[pumpkin-stars]

Desperate Measures

Benny Miller/GN!Reader

Kinktober Day 18: Hand Jobs

Word Count: 698

Warnings/Content: Benny tries to be cool, it doesn’t work out. Reader is sympathetic (but only a little). Tiny bit of oral action but mostly just hands. hurt/comfort in the ‘let me make you feel better *wink wink*’ way.

My Kinktober Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Join my Taglist

@the-purity-pen​‘s full kinktober list is here

You’re so in love with a man who’s an idiot. Jumping off his brother’s garage onto a trampoline to impress his friend’s kid. All to become The Cool Uncle. Hurting his pride more than his body, thankfully, but two sprained wrists aren’t good for someone who fights for a living.

Or someone who’s ‘so horny it hurts’ (his words).

His wrists are a little swollen, and you owe Will two bags of frozen peas, having taken them from his freezer and then driven Benny home, your man whining all the while.

“I don’t think Rosita’s gonna think you’re cool when you’re crying like a baby.” You drawl, the ‘I told you so’ on the tip of your tongue as you help him out of the car.

“Rosie’s not here,” Benny points out. “I’m sorry, y’know? I didn’t mean to land funny. Blame Will, his fucking roof is slippery!”

You shake your head, not really mad at him, more worried than anything, but a little exasperated. He needs to take better care of himself.

He sits on the sofa as soon as he gets through the door, flipping down with a yelp as the frozen peas touch his bare thighs, regretting the shorts he was wearing.

You peck his cheek as you sit beside him, cross legged and sideways on the couch, smiling, “I still think you’re cool. A dumbass, but a cool one.”

He grins, “Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“Does the cool dumbass get a handy? You look great today and I can’t do it myself.”

You snort, he’s fucking insatiable when you’re alone. You should’ve known this wouldn’t have affected his libido. “Yeah, alright.”

You move off the couch, spreading his legs. “You sure-?”

“Always sure. C’mon, gimme that good pain relief.”

You smile, and reach forward, unzipping his shorts and pulling them and his boxers down enough to untuck his half-hard cock.

“Just because it’s part of your post-fight routine doesn’t mean you get this every time you’re injured, you know?”

“Noted.” He grins, groaning as you spit in your palm and wrap your hand around him, working him up to full hardness.

He’s hot and heavy in your hand, not overly thick, but still plenty girthy, and as he stiffens, he grows a little bigger, swells with all the blood pumping, flushing his tip a dark and angry red as you glance between it and his face.

“Relax, Benny,” you urge, coaxing him into tipping his head back by stroking him slowly, your other hand already reaching for his balls. Normally, he’d have a hand in your hair, guide you to use your mouth, to suckle on him while you stroke, but he’s weighed down by ice packs and tea towels, and you have the power over him now, to decide if your mouth gets involved or not.

Not yet.

You stroke him at varying speeds, some fast and harsh strokes, others slow and lighter, all ending with your thumb running over his head, swiping at his precum to lubricate the rest of him, occasionally dipping into the little slit just to mess with his head, make him choke out your name and buck his hips.

Fuck, you… you feel so good around him, working him over in the way he loves, the way that prolongs his pleasure and keeps him from getting too close to the edge… the way that could go on for hours if you both let it. But it won’t this afternoon. He knows it. No use having three sprained wrists in one house.

“Benny,” you make him look at you now, squeezing his balls gently, “I’m gonna make you cum.”

“Please.” He nods, “Fuck, please, you’re so fucking good at that.”

You laugh, lean forward just a little to kiss his tip, “Just let yourself go to it, Benny. Give into it.”

He sighs, all his breath leaving him as he goes to putty in your hands, and you suddenly switch rhythm, quick little jerks of his length, every motion designed to pull him closer and closer and closer, faster faster faster---

Until he cums with a cry of your name, shooting up and out and over… right onto the frozen peas.

Taglist: @99sth @fastandfeminist @galacticgraffiti @goldielocks2004 @honestly-shite @mypedrom @practicalghost​ @princessxkenobi​ @salome-c​ @the-little-ewok​ @wildmoonflower​ @yours-truly-r​  

[mr-and-mr-diaz]

I just. I just thought about Eddie holding baby Jee-Yun? And singing to her while she clutches at his finger with her tiny meaty baby hand??

Maybe Buck freaked out a little because she was being fussy and wouldn't settle, and its probably nothing but hey, who better to call than Eddie, who conveniently has the day off and cuts off Buck's panicked rambling with a soothing;

"Its okay, Buck. Give me ten minutes, okay? You're doing great. She's probably just restless."

Eddie gets there and sends Buck off to cook dinner or shower or take a nap, scooping Jee-Yun out of her travel crib and making sure she's changed, warm, fed and content. And its been so long since Christopher was this tiny, but holding Jee-Yun makes him think back to that tiny, wriggly little bundle in his arms for the first time, back before it all went to shit.

Eddie pacing slowly around the lower loft, singing quietly, tickling her little chin, grinning when she giggles and gurgles at him. And he can see so much of Maddie and Chimney in her already. She's got Maddie's eyes and Chimney's lopsided grin.

(And for a little crack, maybe Buck catches this scene and is so overwhelmed he just blurts out; "put a baby in me!" And Eddie is like; "... What?" 👁👄👁 Which cues a hilariously awkward but heartfelt confession of feelings on both sides.)

Hey hey! So I like I told you I started this a while ago and then got SEVERE AND DEBILITATING writers block, and it sat waiting for new life. And then 5x03 happened, so Hello, new life! I hope you love it!

With You, My Life, I Will Get Married

Warning: mild spoilers for 9-1-1 season 5 episode 3.

Chimney was out searching for Maddie.

After shifts, on weekends, whenever he had a second, he was either spending time with Jee or out searching for her mom.

In times when he was on the search everyone at the 118 was making time to watch Jee Yun. Mrs. Lee was doing what she could, but couldn't always be available, and when that happened, Jee would spend some time at Bobby and Athena's or by Hen and Karen. And when they had too much going on, or when either of the uncles felt like they weren't getting enough time with their beautiful niece, she would spend time at her Uncle Buck's or Uncle Albert's.

Uncle Buck got lucky this time.

Eight hours in and everything had gone wrong. Buck shoulders were damp with spit-up, baby drool, and snot and all Jee seemed capable of doing was crying, crying, crying.

"I'm so sorry! I don't know what I did wrong, and, and now--just, Jee, please, it's okay, I'm here--!"

She continued to yell and Buck got more and more panicked. "Your Uncle Albert's gonna be here in like 5 minutes, Jee, okay? And then, maybe, maybe he's better with you? And will make you happy, and then--Oh God, what have I done wrong--"

A knocking at the door sent him back on his feet, swaying toward the loft entrance. It opened before he could get there, however, and he stopped where he was, a furious Jee Yun screaming in his ears as Eddie Diaz, not Albert Han, walked in.

"You look like you're having fun." Eddie's eyebrow was raised and his mouth quirked in a teasing smile.

"Eddie...?" Buck's momentary shock was interrupted as Jee let out another wail. "Um, sorry, this isn't the best time at the moment, but Albert--"

"--has a date tonight and sent me as his relief." Eddie reached out and plucked Jee Yun from Buck's arms. "And you have a date with your shower and a few hours' sleep."

"I--no, it's okay, I know you just got off shift--"

"Buck." Eddie shifted Jee to one arm, and the other rested on Buck's chest, over his pattering heartbeat. He met Buck's eyes, his own calm despite the bundle of adorable chaos still screaming bloody murder into his shoulder. "Go shower."

"...Yeah, okay."

***

She truly was one of the cutest babies, even when she was liable to wake up the neighborhood with her noise, Eddie thought with a smile as he re-seated her over one shoulder and began to firmly but gently tap her back.

"Your Tio Eddie is going to assume this is a gas issue, okay, chiquita? Christopher used to have this all the time, and he would scream and cry." Eddie huffed ruefully. "I was useless at it then, but Shannon showed me what to do." He kept tapping at her back. "Good set of lungs means a healthy baby, good job, Jee. Now, let's see if we can't get this gas out of you so you can calm down and you and your Tio Buck can get some sleep, okay?"

Eddie started circling the room, the sun beginning to set as he heard he shower turn on.

"There you go, see? Your Buck is going to get all showered since you drooled all over him, and then you both can get some sleep, how's that sound?"

He was answered with a burp far louder than Jee's small body should be capable of making. Then a sweet gurgling sound as she nestled her chin into his shoulder.

"There, feel better, mi princesa?" Eddie whispered against her soft, downy hair. "When I was small and got upset, and my parents got annoyed with my sulking, they'd send me to Abuela. And she would sit me down on her lap, just like this," he sat down on Buck's couch, and settled Jee Yun against his broad chest, rubbing her small back with a large warm hand. "And she would hug me until I forgot what I was so upset about. All I could think about was the smell of her perfume and how much I wanted to be like her one day.

"Then Pepa would come out and yell at both of us that it's about damn time we came into the house, dinner doesn't make itself." Eddie laughed at the memory. Jee made a small discontented noise and Eddie stood up again, walking toward the kitchen, where he saw the half-formed works of bottle making on the counter. "Shhh, princesa, Tio Eddie's gonna make you a bottle." With Jee over his shoulder, sounding more and more on the edge of hunger-panic, Eddie quickly assembled a bottle then leaned back against the kitchen island and cradled Jee Yun in his arms, pressing the nipple to her mouth, which she accepted gratefully.

"Better, yeah? Where was I...? Oh." Eddie smiled. "Once we were inside, Pepa, Abuela and I would make arroz con leche. Abuella would wash the rice, Pepa would be tutting the whole time about too much sugar, but she would always wink at me and add just a bit more before the cinnamon." Eddie couldn't help the smile that stole over his face as he remembered Abuela's warm kitchen in her El Paso ranch house before she and Pepa relocated to LA. In winter, the windows would fog over from the heat of whatever was on the stove. When she left, a lot of Eddie's heart left with her.

"They used to sing me the song too, you know?" Jee gurgled around her dinner and Eddie smiled again. "Well, I wasn't planning to sing it, but you drive a hard bargain." Eddie's poked Jee's soft cheek with a finger and began to sing.

Arroz con leche se quiere casar con una viudita de la capital, que sepa tejer, que sepa bordar, que ponga la aguja en su campanal.

(English translation: Rice with milk (rice pudding) Wishes to get married With a little widow from the capital. Who knows how to weave (or knit), Who knows how to embroider, Who puts the church steeple in the bell tower.)

***

Eddie was no American Idol contestant, but his voice was soothing and good. Strong. Listening to him sing from his seat on the stairs, Buck almost felt like he was where Jee currently snuggled, right against Eddie's chest, as his bass voice sung the gentle Spanish lyrics, harmonized by the occasional happy noise from Jee Yun.

Yo soy la viudita la hija del rey. Me quiero casar y no sé con quien. Contigo sí, contigo no, Contigo mi vida me casaré yo.

(English translation: I am the widow The daughter of the king, I want to get married and I don’t know with whom. With you, yes. With you, no. With you, my life, I will get married.)

Buck's head knocked lightly against the banister, body relaxing. He wasn't wearing a shirt, just the softest sweatpants he owned with a towel draped over his shoulders to catch water from the mess of wet curls on his head.

Eddie's so hard on himself all the time. I don't get it. He's such a good dad.

Dazedly, Buck's eyes fixed on Eddie's mouth as he repeated the verses again. Then Eddie sighed.

"Afterward Pepa would ask me who I want to marry and Abuela would laugh at me, and I'd always complain--" Jee gurgled again. "Like that, yes. But honestly, it was nice... Even though between you and me, Pepa can't sing very well at all." Eddie's lips quirked again in a smile. "Kind of like your Uncle Buck."

Buck startled at his name and looked up at Eddie's eyes. They twinkled back at him in the dying last light of the day, Eddie's golden skin lit by the last rays of the sun. Buck felt his face heat with a blush, knew there was nothing to do about it.

"Sorry, I should've--"

"Feel better after your shower?"

Buck sighed and smiled. "Yeah. World's better." He stood, stretching out his long legs as he descended the stairs. It was full dark now, but Buck didn't feel like turning on a light. "I can take her now."

"Nope." Eddie met him midway, hand on Buck's shoulder turning him around. "You're both getting some sleep now." One hand on Buck's shoulder, the other holding a drowsy Jee Yun, Eddie guided him back up the stairs, and pressed Buck down until he was sitting on his bed.

"Eddie, are you sure--"

"Shhh." Eddie deposited Jee into Buck's arms, then sat down behind him. "You can hold her for now." Eddie's hands skimmed up Buck's warm back then pulled the towel off Buck's shoulders, laying it on top of Buck's head, where a corner flopped over his eyes.

"Eddie?"

"Hold still, Buck."

Eddie's strong hands curled into the towel and Buck's hair, rubbing vigorously to get it dry. "Seriously, anyone who has ever seen your hair at work would marvel at how different it looks before you comb and gel all the life out of it." He rubbed vigorously, and Buck felt himself relaxing back against Eddie's chest. Tomorrow, he might look back at this and feel embarrassed. He might have to apologize. Tomorrow, he would go back to hiding how much he felt for the man who was drying his hair, still absent-mindedly humming the Arroz con leche tune under his breath. But for now, Eddie was too near and too warm and too... Eddie. And Buck found that he couldn't deny himself Eddie right now.

Buck cleared his throat and made himself focus on their conversation. "I used to wear my hair naturally, but people said it looked floppy. Made me look like a puppy."

"People are stupid sometimes, Buck. You know this." Eddie's thumb traced the shell of Buck's ear. "And if you think slicking back your hair makes you look less like a puppy, you really shouldn't be bothering." He snickered as Buck tried to shoulder his chest and Jee made a noise of complaint.

"So I just look like a puppy all the time, huh?"

The towel dropped. Eddie's arms came around, holding onto Buck and Jee Yun both. "I think you're a beautiful man, Buck."

The air in Buck's chest hiccupped out of his mouth. His heart picked up speed as the places where Eddie's hands rested on his stomach seemed to heat from within. "Y... Eddie?"

"Shhh. Sleep now. Jee's asleep, but who knows for how long." Eddie's voice was gruff, embarrassed. "I'll just--"

"Stay?" It came out too high, too soft. Buck cleared his throat and tried again. "I mean, if it isn't any trouble, and--"

"I can stay." Eddie's arms tightened around Buck again and he pulled him backwards until Buck could lay out flat on his back, before pressing Buck's head down on his pillow. Then Eddie pulled Jee from Buck's arms and sat back against the headrest, legs folded together, Buck's niece cuddled again against his chest. "Sleep now."

"Okay." There was so much Buck wanted to know. To say. It all got stopped in his throat as fear tamped it all down to squirm in his chest.

"Eddie?" The word found its way out.

"Hm?"

"...Nothing."

A sigh. Then, "Come here."

Buck didn't hesitate, moving his head off the pillow and onto Eddie's lap. Eddie's spare hand found its way back into his curls and tugged lightly before stroking through them, gently, so gently.

"Sleep now."

"Okay. But," Buck's jaw cracked around a large yawn. "Before... you have to know..."

"Hm?"

"You are... so beautiful... Eddie Diaz."

Buck felt Eddie's hand tighten in his hair again, before releasing, fingers wandering down to trace his eyebrows, his nose, his lips.

"Sleep, querido."

As Buck's eyes slipped closed, and awareness almost dropped away, he swore he could feel lips press lightly right above his eye, on his birth mark.

"Contigo mi vida me casaré yo."

[oitommothetease]

Invisible String (15/15)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female reader (Modern AU)

Word Count: 3.2k words

Warning : fluff, smut, Steve being nice for once, mention of assault, healthy communication, drinking, Bec is Bucky’s sister - Rebecca, talk about therapy, fucking on a dressing table, I added the link for the dressing table so it could be easier to imagine lol

Both of you were far from okay, Bucky knew that. You needed time and energy to put in this relationship, and Bucky would patiently wait and giddily put in the work required. 

Just like last time all those months ago, Bucky prepared a plate of fruits with juice for you. If you'd let him in your life, then one thing was sure — you were never having that damn coffee for breakfast. How did you even survive? Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and Bucky was baffled when he found out you functioned on nothing but caffeine.

 “Good Morning!” he greeted, you were awake and seated on the couch. “I got you breakfast that isn't caffeine.”

You didn't meet his eyes, but smiled timidly nevertheless. You cringed at your immaturity. Getting drunk instead of having a proper conversation like adults was not your wisest decision. Your last conversation was horrid. What was worse was that he was still being so nice to you when all you wanted was for the ground to open and swallow you whole. It was embarrassing.

You avoided his gaze, and Bucky didn't press the matter any further.

You exhaled loudly and requested, “We need to talk.”

Here it was, Bucky thought. He hoped you both could at least have breakfast blissfully, ignoring the elephant in the room. But he assumed the sooner, the better. Bucky took a seat beside you on the office couch.

“I’m sorry.”

 “I’m sorry.”

Both of you apologized at the same time. Bucky continued, “What I did was a fucked up thing to do. I had no right to decide for you. I'm sorry for hurting you.”

 “I’m sorry for handling the situation immaturely. It was dumb to get drunk and act like that.”

Bucky nodded, he didn't need your apology. He was the one who was at fault here. Although, he would never acknowledge this, but he was glad you got drunk and came to him. He wasn’t smart enough to realize his mistake and if he continued with his stubbornness, then he would have lost you.

Instinctively, he took your palm in his, lacing your fingers with his and placing the entwined hands on his lap. “I — The incident with Rumlow and the kidnapping affected me a lot. More than I would like to admit,” you acknowledged, “And I don't think I’m dealing with everything healthily.”

“What do you need me to do?”

You sighed and propped your head on his shoulder. “Just be there for me.”

Bucky raised your intertwined hands, pressing a kiss on your knuckles, “Always.”

“I don't want our bakery to be just a dream,” he sounded so unsure that you raised your head to look at him. “I want to get out of this life — of the club.” 

“Can you even do that?” You weren’t very knowledgeable about his business, but from what you've gathered getting out wasn't an option.

“I talked with Sam and Steve, and it would take a while, but it's not impossible. I’d have to put in a lot of money, and it will take time, maybe even years, but it can be done.”

For the millionth time, Bucky left you speechless. You didn't want him to change his entire life because of you. You loved Bucky and you would take him just the way he was. With his good and bad, albeit there wasn't anything bad. “Do you want that?”

He looked at you in offense. To him, you sounded insane. Of course, he wanted that. All he ever wanted was a serene life, and now he could have that life with you in it, you were double guessing your worth. Maybe he didn't think this through, but there was no need to question his choice. Bucky was sure of one thing in his life. “I want you. I want you in my life and I want my ma and Bec. And I can't have the most important people in my life if I don’t leave this behind. So yes, this is what I want.”

You smiled at him, and he would kill to make that smile a permanent residence on your face, you didn’t want him to make this crucial decision in his life because of you.

“Plus, maybe some chocolate essence would finally break you out of your writer's block,” Bucky teased, quoting the words you said to him all those days ago and you giggled.

The rest of the morning was spent in comfortable silence as you both ate breakfast.

Bucky wanted to tell his friends about his decision, and he wanted you there beside him. You were terrified, you finally made friends with someone, and now they were going to hate you because you were taking their friend away from him. And Steve already hated you, that wasn't the impression you were planning on forming on his best friend.

To your dismay, everyone looked pleased with the verdict. Turns out, all of them hated hiding their families too. You should have known — worrying every second about your loved ones could make one very restless. 

It was finally decided that the club would just be that — a club. No more side businesses or illegal deals or enemies like Rumlow — it would just be a normal club. The club would go to Sam and Steve, and Wanda would take Clint’s place as the manager. It was also collectively decided that Peter had to go. He was just a kid who wanted to make money for his college tuition. Which now would be paid fully by Bucky. Peter could still work at the club as a part-time job, but he had to go to college too.

It was satisfying to see all of them so content with this decision. You expected at least Steve to interject, but he looked pleased too. What you did not expect was for Steve to approach you and start a conversation with you. You were just standing on the balcony while everyone was celebrating. You told Bucky you needed some air when he asked you what was wrong.

“He really likes you, you know.” 

“I hope so,” you joked, and you saw a smile forming on Steve's lips. Progress, you thought to yourself.

“I haven't been the nicest person to you and I’m sorry for that.”

You looked at Steve in disbelief. Okay, you weren't expecting that. “I don’t know why you hate me. I mean, we barely know each other,” you replied, honestly.

Steve inhaled sharply as he said, “I knew Buck since we were kids. He never hid anything from me until a few months ago.”

What has that to do with you? You looked at him puzzled and he continued, “He attacked Rumlow. Around 3 months ago, he attacked him and we never attack first — always retaliate. That's why Rumlow came after you because Bucky started the fight. I knew it had something to do with you, but he just wouldn't tell me.”

And just like that, you knew exactly what he was talking about. The timing matched with Rumlow’s attempt to inappropriately touch you without consent. 

“I — Rumlow came here during my shift,” you stammered, you didn't know how to tell him. You wanted to heal, you wanted people to know on your accord with your permission. And you wanted Steve to know. “I told him no - several times, but he just wouldn’t stop touching.”

You wanted to be able to talk about this without breaking down every time. And that was a good enough start, you knew Bucky would be proud of you.

Steve's expression morphed into one of guilt immediately. He was smart enough to join the dots, and he felt like an idiot for blaming you and Bucky. “I’m so sorry.”

 “Don't be,” you smiled at him, “You didn't know.”

Steve didn’t know how to react. He felt like a dick — he was a dick for not even considering your point of view. Bucky kept saying that he couldn't tell and Steve should have understood or taken the hint, but he was so mad at you that it blinded his judgement.

The conversation turned uneasy, so you quickly changed the topic and retorted to a joke. “Did you know that Bucky owns a customized t-shirt that says ‘I heart Y/N’?”

Steve chortled a laugh and said, “Now that I do, I’m never gonna stop teasing him about it.”

“It was cute, okay?” you defended.

“Sure it was,” he huffed, “Would you and Bucky like to come for dinner this weekend? Sarah misses her Uncle Bucky and to date Bucky for real you would definitely need her approval.”

***

You examined yourself in the mirror as you straightened the outfit you decided to wear for dinner. You wondered whether it would impress a four-year-old.

Bucky stood behind you, fixing the collar of his shirt.

“I’m kinda nervous,” you confessed.

He furrowed his brows in bewilderment, snaking his arms around you from behind, pulling you against his chest. He whispered in your ears, sending a chill down your spine. “You look gorgeous, doll.”

You sighed, resting your head on his shoulder. He gently rubbed his thumbs along your clothed stomach, and you felt calmer. His touch had that effect on you. His touch and presence was enough to make you feel content and for the first time in your life, you weren’t scared. You weren't running away from your vulnerabilities — no, you were swimming into it. And you weren't scared of drowning because you knew Bucky was holding you.

 “I love you,” you breathed, “I love you so much, Buck.”

Bucky extended one of his hands towards your face and gently held your chin between his fingers. Lightly, he rubbed his thumb across your lower lip before lifting your face sideways, claiming your lips with his in a tender and slow kiss. “I love you so much, doll. More than humanly possible.”

Your eyes brimmed with tears and you kissed him again reverently, “Do we have time to spare?” 

“We always have time,” Bucky mumbled against your lips, turning you in his arms to face him. 

Both of you were so eager to feel each other that you didn't even get rid of your clothes completely — just enough to feel the other. He held your hips and lifted you on the dressing table, and you facilitated by spreading your legs open.

Bucky didn't waste a second before diving his tongue inside your mouth, making you feel dizzy with just the intensity of the kiss. One hand in your hair, the other running up your back to hold your neck, craning your skull to give him better access to your mouth. He devoured you like you were a delicious meal that he was starving to taste. 

The hand in your hair hastened towards your breast, squeezing your covered nipple enough to make you gasp into his mouth and get your core wet. He did the same with the other before his hand continued its journey towards your cunt.

Bucky didn't waste any time — quickly, he pushed your dripped panties out of his way and his fingers teased your slit before one digit made its way inside you. His mouth left yours, and he nibbled your jaw and reached the lobe of your ear before whispering, “I’ve barely touched you and you're already so wet for me, pretty girl.”

Before you could react to his lewd words, another finger entered your willing cunt and you clenched around him. “Bucky,” you breathed, your voice barely audible with the intensity of your oncoming orgasm. “Want you now, baby.”

Suddenly, his digits retreated, leaving you empty, whimpering and clenching around nothing. He gave a few quick strokes to his already hard cock before plunging inside you and muffling your cries by crashing his lips with yours. 

He gave you time to adjust to his length and when you nodded, he started thrusting in an enticing speed that had you grasping him around your cunt. Every push of his cock had you seeing stars. All that pent-up anticipation and sexual frustration had you coming in no time, but Bucky didn't relent. “Give me one more, sweet girl.”

His hand reached in between your bodies, instantly locating your clit, and you moaned loudly against his shoulder. Bucky toyed with your ear lobe, gently biting then moving downwards to the spot between your neck and clavicle. He licked before sucking harshly and then licking again to soothe the pain. You held his back so tightly that you were sure it must be hurting him, but he didn't complain, instead he growled in your ear as you tried to hold him inside you — tighter than before.

His hand was running calculated circles on your clit combined with his ruthless pace, and you were reaching your second orgasm faster than you imagined. “Bucky, I’m gonna —”

“I know, baby,” he groaned in your ear, increasing his pace, and a moment ago you didn't think that was possible.

You both reached your high together as he released his seed inside you, and that solely had you nearing your third orgasm. Bucky noticed and smirked before his still hand started running circles on your bundle of nerves again and gave you a few languid thrusts that made you reach the euphoria where you hadn't been before.

He held you, brushing your hair off your face, rubbing his thumb across your forehead to rid you of the sweat, praising you for being such a good girl for him. Once you were back from the land of bliss, he cleaned you both up before straightening your dress out — making you appear like he didn't fuck your brains out on a dressing table.

***

“Traffic,” you lied while Bucky smirked as he placed his hand on the small of your back.

Sam looked at you - both of you with a playful look in his eyes and Steve bought your lie without a second question.

As you entered the living room, you were met with a kid that reminded you a lot of Alec and Izzy. “Uncle Bucky,” she squealed before jumping in the arms of a bent down Bucky.

She stretched a hand towards you and said, “Sarah.”

You smiled at her and took her hand in yours before giving her your name. She looked at you with so much delight in her eyes that had you melting in a second. Oh, that reminded you, “Babe, the cake.”

“Oh, right,” Bucky scrambled to his feet and made his way towards the car to bring the gift you two brought for the family.

“Did you make it, Uncle Bucky,” Sarah asked as Bucky handed her the cake. She grinned when he nodded, “I’m gonna eat all of this myself.”

Bucky smiled, “It's all for you, sweetie.”

She held the cake in one hand and your hand in another before rushing into the kitchen with you.

Sam handed Bucky a glass of a drink that he didn't even notice because his gaze was fixed on you helping Steve and Sarah. You said something to Steve and he laughed loudly. When did you and Steve become friends? He wondered.

“Traffic, huh?” Sam teased Bucky once his daughter was out of their hearing range. Bucky nearly choked on the drink and coughed in embarrassment.

Sam eyed Bucky mischievously and told him to take a seat on the table. Bucky didn't listen and if he did then he pretended to ignore Sam’s words and made his way to the kitchen - to you.

You yelped when you felt two strong hands engulf you from behind, calming down only when Bucky chuckled and whispered in your ear, “Hey, it's only me, doll.”

Eventually, everyone made their way to the dinner table. The food was amazing, some of it was made by Sam - some of it by Steve. Sam’s cooking was clearly better, but Bucky told you not to tell him that because then Sam would get all smug about it. Bucky’s hand rested on your upper thigh for the entirety of the meal.

It brought you back to the time when you both were at your parents’ place and even then the gesture was so welcomed by your body and you. Although you always told him about how inappropriate a relationship with him would be, you secretly hoped that he would call you out on your bullshit. Anyone with eyes could see that you wanted him since the very beginning. Well, anyone except Bucky.

After dinner, Sarah went to bed and it was just you, Bucky, Sam and Steve situated in their living room with a drink in everyone’s hand. 

“The cake was amazing,” you told Bucky when he took a seat beside you on the sofa. Bucky wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer and held your outer thighs with his other before placing you on his lap. You wrapped your hands around his shoulder and awkwardly looked around at Sam and Steve, exhaling in relief when you found them busy in their own conversation, oblivious to their friend’s antics.

“I can make cakes forever for you, doll.”

“Well, you'd have to make cakes forever if you wanna open a bakery,” you sassed and he laughed before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You beamed at him, placing your head against his shoulder, “I’ve been thinking. With everything that has happened with Rumlow and my family. I think I’ve not dealt with all of it and it still bothers me.”

Nervously, you looked at him and found him already gazing at you with a look so patient and intense. You could see his adoration for you swirl around his eyes and you hoped he could see that same emotion reflecting in your eyes.

“And I don’t want to burden you with my shit, I think I’m gonna start therapy.”

He cupped your face in his palms and you looked at him anxiously. It was a big step - your relationship with him - finally acknowledging that you carried trauma that is affecting your life in more ways that you would like to admit. “Whatever you need, honey. I will be there for you.”

You leaned into his touch, craning your neck before pressing a kiss on his palm. “Did you think you'd be crazy for me when I walked in for the bartender's job?”

He laughed at your teasing words, holding your chin between his fingers and dipped his head down to kiss you. “I love you,” he mumbled against your lips, “And I have a feeling that we’ll be alright.” 

“We’ll be alright,” you repeated his words. It was a promise of a happy and hopeful future - a future you were going to have with him. ”I love you.” You sealed the promise with your lips on his.

⁓

TAGS: @bananapipedreams​ @akkinda10​ @rivers-rambles21​ @emmabarnes​ @valsworldofcreativity​ @boofy1998​ @marvel-3407​ @mybuck​ @priii​ @coffeebooksandfandom​ @ladydmalfoy​ @shaking-a-jar-of-bees @elizamalfoyy​ @maladaptivexxdaydreaming​ @sabrinathesimp @realgaytrash​ 

Taglist for future stuff. 

A/N - I had an epilogue planned but idk - this feels very complete to me and I'm scared that if I add anything then it'll ruin the end. I think I'll take a day, think it through, try writing the epilogue and if I ended up liking it. Then of course, you'll get it. Bye Take care!! 

[wiypt-writes]

What The Stark Spangled F**k?

A Stark Spangled Forever One Shot: Of Small Boys And Big Men

Summary: Steve isn’t the only Rogers male who’s protective over Katie…

Warnings: Some language…not much!

Words: 1.2k

A/N: So this one just came to me after a pretty shitty week, and it’s dedicated to my gals @sweater-daddiesdumbdork and @icanfeelastormbrewing . Hope it put a smile on your faces.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Stark Spangled Forever Masterlist // Main Masterlist

With four young kids badgering her for what felt like every waking hour, a bath in peace with a large pinot was the best blessing Katie could wish for. But now, as she’d been hiding for almost an hour, she knew it was time to face the music. With a contented sigh, she climbed out, wrapped herself in a towel and emerged into the bedroom, giving a little start as she saw Harry sat on hers and Steve’s bed, propped up on the mountain of cushions, his eyes fixed on the TV.

“You okay, baby?” She asked and he turned to look at her, flashing her a smile.

“Daddy said I could watch TV here.” He grinned. “Jamie is playing is ‘pooter in the den and Ror-wi,” he glowered, folding his arms, “she’s watching girl stuff.”

Katie chuckled. “What’s Daddy doing?”

“He’s in the kitchen with Uncle Sammy and Uncle Buck.” Harry answered as Katie sat on the edge of the bed. “They came before to drink beer.”

“What else is new?” Katie chuckled as he crawled over the soft duvet towards her and clambered into her lap. “You not drinking beer, too?”

“Daddy said I can’t have none until I’m... ermmm,” he looked at his hands before he held them up, all fingers extended, “this many.”

Katie chuckled and dropped a kiss to his head. “Well, how about I get my pajamas on and we’ll get hot chocolate and come back up here and snuggle whilst we watch a film?”

“Toy Story?” Harry’s eyes lit up and Katie nodded.

“Sure thing.”

“Okay.” He nodded, one of his hands reaching up to tangle in the necklace around her neck before he paused, and his fingers moved to her shoulder tracing over the now faded but still ever present scar from that fateful day on the bridge in DC. “What’s this?”

“Oh errr...” Katie hesitated for a while, trying to think how to answer. She’d always tried to be as honest with her kids as possible but how to explain to a three year old that it was a result of his momma being shot by one of his favourite people on Earth?

“Did someone hurt you?” He asked, his eyes wide and she took a deep breath.

“Yeah, a long time ago. I got shot.” She smiled. “But I’m okay now.”

“Was it the bad person who made Uncle Nee go away?”

“No, it…” Katie shook her head, “it’s a long story, honey. You’re too little to understand.”

At that Harry frowned. “Jamie says that all the time but I’m not a baby, now momma. I’m nearly four!”

Katie inwardly groaned, she knew he hated it when anyone insinuated he was a baby, especially now he technically wasn’t their baby anymore; not now, Flossie was the youngest. As his frown deepened, making him look ridiculously like his elder brother and father, his eyes cast downwards and he sighed.

The pout and the downcast eyes, coupled with the fact that Harry openly expressed his discontent at being called a baby, or close to, especially by his mother, guilted Katie in. She thought a moment on how she could explain it properly to him without hurting his feelings and making Bucky not look like a horrible person.

"Well, a long time ago, there was a man, who..." she paused in thought, "was under a bit of confusion, like in Toy Story 3, when Buzz becomes Senior Buzz, and he's confused and talks funny, and doesn't know who any of his friends are. That was the man who shot me."

"Yous shot by Senior Buzz, Mama?" Harry tired piecing it together.

"Not exactly. The man was confused like Buzz, he didn't remember who he was or that he hurt people."

"What did he wook wike?"

"He had long dark hair, he wore armor, and had a metal arm," Katie waited briefly to see if Harry would piece together her description and when the tot sat there looking for more information, she continued. "I was with your Daddy, and Uncle Sammy, and when we saw him, Daddy knew who he was and it broke his heart and mine."

"Who?"

"It was Uncle Bucky, but some very bad men had made him very confused for a very long time and he didn't know who he was, and he didn't remember Daddy and..."

"Uncle Bucky hurt you?"

Katie registered the look on her youngest son's face and she sighed. It wasn't easy explaining this, especially given how Harry was as inquisitive as he was, a trait obviously from herself. That Rogers frown appeared again on Harry's face as he puckered his lips up, and without another word he climbed down from his mother's lap and sulked off out of the room.

In haste and hoping to talk to him a bit better, Katie quickly dressed into her pajama pants and a sweatshirt of Steve's before following Harry, calling his name.

****

Steve watched as Bucky leaned against the kitchen counter, beer poised to his lips as he shook his head, snorting.

“No that’s not how it happened, at all.” He shot Sam a look. “The chute didn’t open.”

“It didn’t open because you didn’t wear it!” Sam scoffed, pointing his bottle at Bucky as he lounged in one of the chairs round the table as he took a pull from his drink. He swallowed and shot an accusatory look at Steve. “Dude, he’s worse than you. And that’s saying something!”

Before Steve could reply there was a sudden flurry of light brown hair as Harry whizzed into the room, bee lining straight for Bucky.

“Hey pal, how....” but before Bucky could finish his greeting, Harry had nailed him with a fist, straight into gut before following up with one that smacked him right in the crotch.

There were yells and movement from all three men, Sam’s contained an unmistakable undercurrent of amusement as he rose from the table to help, whilst Bucky’s was laced with pain as he bent forward, his hand covering the front of his jeans where Harry had landed a pretty strong thump. But the loudest shout of all was a stern, angry one from Steve.

“Henry Steven Rogers!” He blazed, gripping the boy gently round his upper arm, spinning him to face him. “What on earth?!”

“He hurt Momma! ” Harry’s furious eyes met Steve’s and Steve looked at his son, blinking bemusedly as he frowned.

“He hurt Momma? What-“

“Harry!” Katie appeared in the doorway, her hair piled on her head, as she rushed towards her little boy and crouched down in front of him. “It was a long time ago, and I’m okay now. I told you, Uncle Bucky didn’t mean it.”

“He shot you!” Harry looked at his mom before he turned and glared once more at Bucky, who was now straightened back up, waving Sam away as he took deep breaths, his face pale.

Katie sighed and hung her head before she looked at Steve then to Bucky. “He saw the scar on my shoulder.” She said gently, and at that Bucky hung his head, shaking it a little. “I’m sorry, Buck, I didn’t think...”

“Don’t.” Bucky grimaced, waving her apology away.

“Why did you shoot my mommy?” Harry demanded and Bucky hesitated before Steve gently spoke.

“Pal, look, it was a long time ago and your Uncle Bucky, well, he was confused and...”

“Yeah like Buzz.” Harry nodded, “but he shouldn’t have done it. No one hurts Momma, you said that.”

“I did, yeah.” Steve nodded.

“Hey, listen, he saved me once too.” Katie, suddenly struck with an idea spoke quickly. “He rescued me from a lot of very bad people and that’s good, yeah?”

It was lame, really lame, but it seemed to have done the trick as Harry’s face softened as he looked from Katie, to Steve then to Bucky.

“You did?”

Bucky nodded.

“Oh. Okay.”

Crisis averted, Steve let out a loud exhale before he looked at Harry. “Buddy, you can’t hit people like that.”

“But...”

“No buts, you got something to say to Uncle Bucky?”

Harry eyed Bucky, clearly contemplating whether he wanted to apologise or not, but when further goaded by a look from his father, not just any but 'the look' that meant business, Harry sighed, and wth a roll of his eyes that was so Stark like it made Steve want to laugh, he turned to Bucky.

"I’m sowwy. I don't wike it when people hurt Momma."

Bucky smiled at him, crouching down a little, wincing as he did so. “It’s okay, Pal. For what it’s worth I’m sorry too. But I don’t do that anymore, okay? You got nothing to be scared of.”

“I’m not scared.” Harry shrugged. “Daddy’s bigger than you, Jamie said he could kick your ass.”

At that Bucky snorted as behind Harry, Steve bit his lip and looked at Katie who was trying her hardest not to laugh as she shot him a wink.

“Well, maybe.” Bucky shrugged. “But I don’t wanna fight your dad, he’s my friend.”

“Come on.” Katie spoke as she stood up, holding out her hand. “Let’s go back upstairs and watch a movie. Sure if we ask nicely, Daddy will make us his special hot chocolate.”

“Hmmm I’m not sure.” Steve teased.

“Pweeeese!” Harry grinned at his dad. “Can I have cream and spwinkles?”

“Alright.” Steve smiled, running his hand over his son’s hair and stood up. He shot Bucky an apologetic look and his friend shook his head.

“Hey Harry, I gotta say buddy, that was a good hit.” Sam spoke. “Wish I’d filmed it.”

Harry, completely nonplussed, grinned at Sam before he held his arms up at Katie. She hooked her hands under his armpits and lifted him up, kissing his cheek.

“I’ll fetch it up in a minute, Doll.” Steve looked at her as she gave him a quick peck.

“No rush.” She smiled. “Goodnight guys.”

Bucky and Sam both waved as she turned and made for the door.

Steve watched them for a moment, smiling softly to himself. The way both his boys cared so much for their momma was something he was immensely proud of and the best thing they’d picked up from him, in his opinion. He’d always strived to instil into Jamie that he should look after and care for Katie and his sisters as best he could, and to his credit he did. And the fact that Harry seemed to be going the same way made Steve’s heart swell.

As Katie carried Harry through the door, the tot looked over his momma’s shoulder and raised his arm, extending his fore and middle finger before bringing them to his eyes and pointing at Bucky, the universal sign for 'I’m watching you' .

Steve just about managed to hold it together until his wife and son had rounded the corner towards the stairs before a huge laugh erupted from his mouth.

[capsironunderoos]

The Art Teacher and The Winter Soldier - Part One: Morgan Stark’s Secret Plan

Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: Some stories about Bucky Barnes and an art teacher...

Word Count: 2,061

Warnings: None! Although there are spoilers for Falcon and The Winter Soldier if you haven’t finished that!

Author’s Note: Hey hey! I’m finally writing and posting again! I recently graduated from college with a degree in art education, and I just thought it would be cute to see Bucky Barnes date an art teacher, so here we are! This isn’t going to be a normal series, just kind of little snapshots of Bucky’s life with an art teacher. Also, this series follows the events of Endgame and The Falcon and The Winter Soldier, except Tony lived, other than that it’s pretty much the same. I hope you enjoy! 

Here’s a link to my masterlist: capsironunderoos masterlist

“Captain America, The Winter Soldier, Scarlet Witch, and Iron Man walk into an elementary school… sounds like the start of a bad joke.” 

Bucky heard Sam mumble beside him and felt a smirk make its way onto his lips. 

“I thought the minivan was enough for a bad joke,” Bucky added, and Sam had to cover his mouth to hide his laughter, a startling cough erupting from his chest. 

Tony had asked a few of the remaining Avengers to go with him to the opening night of Morgan’s elementary school art show since Pepper had been scheduled for a meeting. 

Morgan’s work had been voted on by the other students in her grade and selected as the best in kindergarten, which didn’t surprise Tony. The Stark’s were always the best at everything they attempted. 

Tony had wanted to invite everyone he knew, but he was under strict instructions from his daughter that only a few could come. 

The girl in question sat contently between her Uncle Sam and her Uncle Bucky, small right hand gripping onto Bucky’s left, as her left hand held a small bouquet of flowers. 

Her smile grew when she felt the minivan take the familiar right turn into her school’s parking lot, and she strained to make herself taller to see the brick building slowly getting bigger as Tony pulled the car into a spot. 

Tony turned the car off as the Avengers piled out and onto the concrete, Bucky turning back to offer his hand to Morgan. She quickly grabbed onto it and jumped out, giggling as she almost dropped the flowers. 

“Here,” he gestured to the flowers, opening his hand. “Let me carry those Moe.” She nodded and handed the flowers to him with no hesitation, leaving his side to run to Tony, who turned just in time to catch her and lift her above his head before propping her onto his hip. Her giggles echoed across the parking lot, and Bucky noticed a few people shooting smiles their way. 

“You comin’ Buck?” Sam called, already climbing up the stairs into the school, and Bucky smiled in response, jogging slightly to catch up with the group. 

“You guys are gonna love it here!” Morgan called from the front of the group, still holding onto her dad as they walked into the building. 

Wanda glanced over at Bucky and Sam, stifling a laugh. 

“Yeah, you two will fit right in.” Bucky smiled and rolled his eyes, and Sam lightly shoved her with his elbow, causing her to let out a small giggle. 

“Alright kiddo, lead the way,” Tony prompted as he placed her back onto the ground. Normally, this would cue a few moments of whining and begging to be picked back up, but she was focused on other things tonight. 

Yes, Morgan Stark had a plan. 

She walked proudly down the decorated hallways, making sure to point out the artworks her friends had made as she marched the small group of Avengers to her artwork. 

Bucky was quiet as they walked, stopping every now and then to look at a few pieces done by older kids. 

He was easily reminded of Steve, and their time growing up in Brooklyn. 

He thought about the journals he’d buy for Steve on his birthday, or a new art material he’d see in a shop while out for a walk that he couldn’t help but buy. Steve would have loved this, would have been right at home talking art with the very animated five year old leading the group. 

Bucky smiled to himself as he began to move with the group again, not missing the various drawings of superheroes plastering the walls. He knew he wouldn’t find himself here, immortalized on paper by a child who saw him as a hero, and his smile drops, but only for a second as he sees Morgan stop before throwing her hands up and screaming. 

Tony jumps to find out what’s wrong, but before he can squat down to her level she is running full speed towards a woman in a skirt with polka-dots all over it, and when she turns to see who is screaming Bucky can see that her shirt reads “Your greatest work of art is you!” He smiles at the sentiment and watches as Morgan launches herself into the arms of the woman, who is now crouching in order to better receive the hug. 

The force of a very enthusiastic five year old knocks the woman onto the floor and she laughs with Morgan as they part. 

“Hello to you too Morgan!” She says through more laughter and Morgan waves, now seemingly shy as she steps back beside her father. 

Tony moves into action now, extending his hand to help the woman off of the floor. She graciously accepts, and Bucky notes the shy smile that washes over her features. 

“You must be the art teacher we hear so much about,” Tony says as she lightly brushes off the back of her dress. 

“Yes, that would be me! And don’t worry, I know who all of you are,” she adds, her smile widening as her eyes meet each Avenger’s. Bucky feels himself starting to blush when her gaze lingers on his for just a bit longer than his counterparts. 

“Even if I lived under a rock it’d be hard not to know who you were. Morgan talks about you all the time, and she tells quite the story.” Tony laughs and lightly ruffles her hair, to which Morgan responds to by swatting at his hand. 

“You’re telling me. I ask her to tell me bedtime stories.” This cues a round of laughter from the group before Tony turns to each member. 

“Well, just to be formal about it, I’m Tony, and this is Sam, Wanda, and James,” Tony says, and the woman shakes all of their hands, making sure to tell each one how wonderful it is to meet them. 

When she slips her hand into Bucky’s, he wonders if she feels the small jolt of electricity that he does, but he ignores it as she smiles at him. 

“Please, call me Bucky,” he tells her, and that same shy smile rests against her lips as she nods. He’s sad to let her out of his grasp, but even he knows that it would probably be weird to sit and hold her hand. 

When she turns back to Morgan after telling the group her name, Bucky catches Sam staring at him out of the corner of his eye, and Wanda too. The duo are standing in similar stances, arms crossed over their chests with their eyebrows raised at his actions. When Morgan has pulled her teacher out of ear-shot, Sam turns to Wanda and takes her hand before dramatically mimicking Bucky. 

“Please, call me Bucky,” he chirps in a lovesick voice, and Wanda gasps as she places her hand over her heart. “Oh, Bucky!” She adds, and Bucky can feel himself blushing as he pushes past both of them to catch up with Tony and Morgan. 

He tries not to smile as he hears their laughter trailing behind him. 

When they catch back up with Morgan, she is proudly standing beside her artwork as Tony is bent down to take a picture of her beside it. 

Bucky smiles, shifting the bouquet of flowers he still holds from one hand to the other as he watches the scene. 

His heart stops though, when he sees the drawing.

 It’s… Him. 

Morgan drew him. 

He remembers the picture the drawing is supposed to resemble, remembers standing very still as Morgan tried to figure out how to use her new kids camera. She had yelled “Don’t move!” each time he tried to shift his weight so that his knees weren’t locked for too long. 

“She was prompted to draw someone she looks up to,” he hears quietly beside him, and the voice of the art teacher pulls him from his thoughts. Bucky turns to her in disbelief, and he sees that she is smiling up at him. 

“I think she picked a pretty good subject for that prompt,” she adds, and Bucky can feel his breathing becoming shallow as he holds back tears. 

He slowly walks over to the drawing to get a better look, and he sinks to his knees, a tear escaping and rolling down his cheek. 

“Uncle Bucky! Why are you crying?” Morgan asks beside him, and all he can do is wrap her in his arms, dropping the flowers on the floor as he squeezes her to him. She giggles but wraps her arms around him too, before wiggling in his grasp to reach for the flowers on the floor. 

“Here, give these to my teacher, they’re her favorite!” She whispers in his ear and he nods. This kid could have asked for a trip to the moon and Bucky would have built the rocket himself. 

He quickly wipes the tear off of his cheek, turning to take a picture with Morgan beside the artwork at Tony’s request before standing and listening to Morgan’s teacher as she begins to speak. 

“I know you probably already know this, but Morgan is very advanced for her age. Most of the other students in her class completed this project in a day, but Morgan worked on this for a few class periods. She even drew from observation, using a picture she brought in. I don’t normally teach that until fourth grade.” 

A moment of silence passed as the group of Avengers stood in awe of the little girl before them. 

“Here, let me take your picture together before you go,” she offers, and Tony gladly hands his phone over to her. The group bends down around the artwork, making sure to keep it, and the artist, in the center. 

“Thank you all for coming,” she adds, as she hands the phone back to Tony, who in turn thanks her before leading the group back out of the building. 

Bucky stands still, watching for a moment as Morgan turns around to wink at Bucky, gesturing to the flowers in his hand. 

Her plan was in motion. 

“Bucky? Is everything okay?” He hears behind him and he turns to see the art teacher, standing with her hands clasped in front of her, a small look of concern sewn into her eyebrows as they arch together. 

“Yes. Sorry, um, I think these are for you. Your favorites, so I’ve heard.” Bucky states as he hands the bouquet over to her. Her face lights up at the gift, and Bucky smiles as their fingers ghost over each other as the bouquet is exchanged. 

“Oh, thank you. And tell Morgan I said thank you as well.” 

Bucky nods and starts to walk away, but finds himself stopping and turning back to the art teacher, who is already looking at him. 

“Hey,” they start at the same time and Bucky laughs as he nervously slips his hands into his pockets. 

“Would you wanna, grab some coffee some time, or something?” He rushes out, and the smile that erupts on her face makes Bucky’s heart speed up. 

“Yes!” She squeaks out, and her excitement catches both of them off guard. “I mean, yes,” she adds, composing herself, which makes Bucky laugh again. 

“Here,” she starts, pulling a pen hanging off her lanyard into her hands and balancing the flowers under her arm. 

She gestures for Bucky’s hand and he holds it out to her. She glances up to him and he blushes again, quickly pulling off the glove. She smiles and grabs his hand, clicking the pen as she carefully holds his palm open to write her number down. 

She pats it gently when she’s done. 

“Just… text me, okay?” She whispers, smiling up at him before releasing his hand to turn to a parent who’s just walked up, flowers still held in her right hand.

---

The ride back to the compound is relatively quiet, until Morgan catches her Uncle Bucky looking at a string of numbers written on his hand. 

She taps his shoulder and he looks at her as she gestures for him to lean down so she can whisper in his ear, “My plan worked! You’re welcome,” before leaning back against her seat, arms crossed and a look of satisfaction playing on her lips.

[erensslut01]

Eiffel Tower 

Pairing: Eren x Female! Reader X Armin

Genres: Smut

Warning: sexual content

Summary: the title says it all

____

You sat beside your boyfriend and his bestfriend. The three of you had agreed to watch a movie today. Mikasa was supposed to come too, but she was busy helping her uncle with his tea shop.

They picked a sexual movie, by they you meant Eren. He didn’t want to watch a sappy romance movie, a kids horror movie, or any drama.

You glanced at Armin from the corner of your eye seeing his cheeks dust a pink color. As guilty as it made you feel, you’ve always wanted to taste him, dominate him. He was so easy to tease it was almost a shame that weren’t able to. The way he look so flustered by watching the Mc kiss in the movie made your heart flutter.

Armin has grown into a full adult after highschool. The three of you now becoming adults. Meaning you three needed more sexual pleasures.

But you couldn’t fuck Armin. You were dating Eren, armin was his best friend!

You slightly tugged down your shorts which were slowly going up and into your ass. It was annoying, but Eren insisted that you wear it.

The lights were off, the only source being the TV and the moon illuminating through the open window. The couch you sat on was small, so the three of you were basically squashed together. You can feel both of their hot breathes against your skin, sending goosebumps. It was making you crazy, your mind becoming hazy with each breath that tickled your skin.

Eren, of course, caught on. He wasn’t here for the stupid movie, he knew exactly what he wanted. But he wanted it to play out. Eren makes sure he always gets what he wants. Always.

Your cheeks reddened at the scene. Your mind disconnected from your body, causing you to miss half of it. The two main characters were in their room already getting it on. The moans, the dominate words, the handsom MC.

Your subconsciously squeezed your thighs together. Eren’s arm slightly twitched at your focused attention towards the male actor. Your eyes trialing from his ‘hot’ body to his dick.

Armin glanced at Eren who’s attention was on you. Armin couldn’t pay attention to the movie. Not when he’s sitting next to you. Of course, he couldn’t make a move on his best friends girlfriend! That breaks the bro-code!

But he wanted you first. He wanted you ever since you transferred to their school, but as always he fell behind Eren. Eren made the first move and got you in the end. His confidence was something Armin envied.

Why didn’t I have any? Just a pinch of confidence would suffice. 

He wanted to hold you, kiss you, and even taste you. His Adam Apple moved in his throat while gulping nervously. Your legs were pulled towards your chest as you hugged them. Your head resting on your knees, ignoring the fact that your shorts were exposing half of your ass.

Armin wanted to be selfish for once. He wanted to lick your body, bite, and mark. He may not seem it, but he can be dominate when he wants to, he can be rough. Just as rough as Eren. Maybe even more.

Eren smirked at his best friend. Already understanding what he wanted to do to you, even without him having to speak. Armin hadn’t caught on to Eren. The blonde thought he hid his feelings for you well, but he could never get past Eren when his feelings considered you.

A left groan left your lips causing both boys to look at you. Your chest heaved fast as your eyes focused on the screen. The part was getting intense and so was your throbbing core.

You wanted to experience the pure ecstasy that the female character was feeling, even if it was fake. You wanted to feel it.

Whether it was Armin or Eren. Or both!

Suddenly you felt Erens hand wrapped around your neck, “ what’s wrong?” if you weren’t looking at him you would’ve believed that he was concerned. But his devilish smirk threw all concern out the window.

“ Nothing” your voice was low, barely a whisper. You were afraid that if you spoke loudly your throbbing would get worse. Your breath was slightly quivering, Armin noticed.

He didn’t say anything. But his eyes spoke a million words.

I want to touch you. Kiss you. Fuck you. Slap you. I want to do so much to you. I want to hit that one spot that Eren isn’t able to hit. I want to fuck both of your holes while you cry out in both pain and pleasure.

His mind created scenarios of how he wanted to destroy you. Guilt immediately over washed him, but he pushed it aside.

If Eren couldn’t satisfy you and left you needy, similar to right now. Then Armin would make a move.

Suddenly a gasp left your lips, “ E-Eren stop!” you whisper yelled to the brown haired male. His fingers trialing from your exposed legs and hovered over your sensitive pussy. His green eyes staring directly into Armin, “ don’t you want to touch her? Look at how needy she is” Erens sudden request sent him jolting, “ touch her? You can’t be serious. Shes your girlfriend”

It was an odd request. Who would want another man to fuck their girlfriend? Certainly not Armin. He wouldn’t even want another man breathing around you.

Your cheeks reddened, “ Eren stop it! You’re making him uncomfortable” although you said to stop you didn’t want him too. The both of you had established a safe word that was to be used if either of you had went to far.

Armin knew that of course, Eren has told him everything. From the way your face twists, the way your pussy drips with not only yours, but his cum as well. From the way you sing his name, throat becoming dry and hoarse. Eren never left out a single detail.

He wanted his friend to get turned on, he wanted a reaction out of Armin... he wanted Armin to fuck you.

And that’s exactly why Eren suggested a sudden movie night. Both you and the blonde had pieced it it together. You didn’t know how Armin felt, but you were feeling venereal. The thought of not only one, but two! Dicks inside of you has you buoyant.

It was as if the universe heard your thoughts. Your thoughts of being fucked senseless. Your thoughts of wanting to fuck the beautiful blonde.

Armin on the other hand was nervous. He wanted to accept the request. He wanted to run his hands through your body. He wanted to prove to you that he can make your body feel 20x better than Eren has.

And that’s what he was about to do. Erens smirk only widened once he caught on to Armins determined blue eyes.

You expected the blonde to reject the offer and leave, but to your surprise he grabbed your neck and pulled you towards him. Crashing his soft, kissable lips onto yours. Your heart began to beat violently against your ribcage. You expected Eren to jump forward and punch him, but to your surprise he stayed in his spot.

Your boyfriend was protective, really protective. Whether it was a female or a male that looked at you, he made sure that they knew you were his. He’d prove it by fucking you in the changing room, leaving hickeys on your body in the cafeteria, even grabbing your ass while walking in a crowd. Eren didn’t care as long as everyone knew you were his.

Thus, this is why he’s letting Armin fuck you. He wasn’t going to lie, he wanted to see his best friend ram his dick inside of you. He wanted to hear you call out another name that wasn’t Eren. To see you from a different prospective. The thought has crossed his mind multiple times, but he didn’t want to push you too far. That was until you asked him a week ago what his opinion was on a threesome. From there he was sure you wanted it.

He had asked as well, if you were fine with the idea. And your answer made it all clear,

“ I want too. I want to have a threesome.”

The mischief behind your eyes has caused his dick to throb. He wanted to enjoy a new you.

You moaned into Armins mouth as he gently tightened his grip around your neck, the pressure causing your throbbing cunt to worsen.

You had assumed some of his kinks, but choking wasn’t one you thought he’d enjoy.

You slowly opened your eyes, the kiss finally stopping so the both of you can breath. A trail of saliva connected from both of your tongues followed after him as he pulled away. Your heart leaped once you caught a smirk on his face.

The room was silent, the only sound being your breathing and the TV which you noticed Eren has lowered the volume,

“ Go easy on her, Armin.”

As if on cue, the blonde has picked you up with ease and placed you on his lap.

Eren shifted in his seat, giving him the full view of both of you. Your thighs straddled his muscular ones. Your eyes wide with both, shock and lust.

Armin savored the moment now becoming a memory of the past.

“ can I...touch you?” he was hesitant, his breathing now increasing with speed and volume.

You nodded your hands slowly moving around his chest. You felt everything. All his muscles and biceps.

It was a good thing that Eren has dragged him to boxing classes.

Armins cold fingers moved up your thighs, causing a gasp to emit from your throat.

His sapphire eyes never leaving your face. Sucking every reaction that you gave.

Eren watched with a smirk. His dick begged him to join the two of you, but it wasn’t time. Not yet.

His hands proceeded to move up, finally at your ass. His hands went under your shorts. His thumb rubbing gentle circles while giving it a tight squeeze. He was quick to dive into your neck. Placing butterfly kisses all over your exposed collarbone.

You whimpered against his ear, your hips slowly riding his clothed cock. He groaned into your movement and began to suck against your skin.

Unlike Eren, he was quick enough to find your spot. The one spot that caused your body to flinch and for you to clench your eyes tightly.

Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly while squeezed your thighs against his. He could feel your whole body squeezing against him, your boobs coming close to his chest as he felt them bounce against his black shirt.

Your back arched while your felt his hands continuing to squeeze and rub your ass. His hips bucking against your drenched cunt while sucking against your skin.

Is this really his first time?

Eren watched the both of you with hawk eyes, he didn’t even blink. He didn’t want to miss any reaction coming out of you. Who knew watching his girlfriend getting fucked by his best friend was so...hot.

A loud moan left your lips, feeling a familiar knot in your stomach, “ Don't let her cum, Armin.” Eren warned. Leaning his head into his palm.

Armin nodded placing both hands onto your hips and slamming you back onto his cock. This caused him to groan.

Your felt your knot disappearing causing disappointment to cross your features, “ I was so close!”

Eren growled, “ You'll do as you’re told.” You immediately shut your mouth.

Armin has discovered a new you. A submissive Y/n. How captivating.

“ Relax, Eren” Armin said while running his tongue against your neck, “ I’ll be taking control from here”

Although Eren wanted to be the one to command the both of you, he wanted to see what his best friend would do without his commands, “ fine.”

Armin smirked, “ great”

With a gasp you felt your body being lifted. Armin had his hands wrapped around your thighs while hoisting you upward. You immediately wrapped your legs around his waist. You then noticed how strong he really was. His lips connected with yours once again, you immediately melted into the kiss wrapping your arms around his neck. Moans leaving your lips, encouraging him to continue. His tongue glazed across your bottom lip, wanting access which you gladly granted. Your felt yourself entering a new surrounding, you didn’t bother looking. You knew where you were.

You gasped once again as your body was thrown onto the bed both you and Eren shared. You laid helplessly underneath Armin. Your body sprawled out beneath him with your hair messy. Flusted face and lustful eyes. He wanted to fuck you all over, leaving you filled with his bruises and his cum.

Eren soon followed after and entered the room. Taking a seat at the desk chair. His attention already on the two of you.

“ Tell me...” he leaned forward, using his arms as support to hold his weight over your body. Making sure not to crush you.

Your breath hitched, you felt like a prey being watched by a predator. You were about to be devoured.

Armins sky-blue eyes never broke contact with you, “ ...what you want?”

You remained silent for a while. Your mind yelling at you to tell him how to please you, step by step. But you wanted to know what he would do to you. So you said,

“You...”

His eyes flashed in excitement. His knee rubbing against your drenched pussy, “ come on, Armin. Don’t you see how needy she is? Quit teasing her”

Armin narrowed his eyes at the male, “ I thought I told you that I’m taking command. Talk again and I’ll make sure you’re the one who’s getting fucked next”

This caused both you and your boyfriend to feel butterflies. Eren smirked, but didn’t utter a word.

You were breathless, amazed, and afraid of how he was going to treat you. His gaze was hungry, thirsty, and needy.

This wasn't the same Armin you knew.

His thumb started at the bottom of your lip, slightly tugging it before inserting his pointed finger in your mouth. Soon entering his middle finger as well. He watched with lustful eyes at how you obediently sucked his fingers. Your warm tongue swirling around his wet fingers as your hot breath sent shivers down his spin, “ You’re such a good girl...” he rested his body above your knees, making sure not to apply his whole weight on you.

His thighs bestride your legs as his free hand began to trail around your body. You felt his fingers trailed around your neck and all over the bruises, “ what a work of art you are...”

Your stomach fluttered at the compliment, “ I want to destroy you” it fluttered again, “ I want to watch your face twist in both pain and pleasure while I fuck you senseless.”

You moaned against his fingers as you felt him circle around your hardened nipples, “ No bra? What a dauntless slut you are”

With one swift motion he threw the shirt over your body and shoved his fingers back into your mouth. You gagged before proceeding to suck again.

Eren sat in his seat while rubbing his clothed budge. This was...invigorating. For all three of you.

His hands laid upon your exposed breasts, his mouth immediately on your right nipple, sucking and licking the button.

Your legs shifted underneath him. Your back arch once more when you felt him beginning to bite.

He shifted his whole left leg against your legs, holding them down.

You felt cursed whispered leave your lips while you watched the sight. His blue eyes remained open and on you, his blonde hair resting above his eyebrows while watching you squirm underneath him, begging him to fuck you.

He dreamt of this, you begging for him, needing him. Armin wasn’t confident for anything, but for once in his life...he was confident enough to believe that he will make you feel much better than Eren ever has.

“ Armin please...I-I can’t anymore. I need you, please!” your begging began to increase, but he ignored you.

With a smirk and a short huff, he buried his face in between your tits, a savage look in his eyes as both hands rested on your boobs. He played with them while squeezing both breasts against his face, “ tell me what you want, baby. How much do you want me to fuck you?” his blue eyes flickered to Eren with so much confidence that caused Eren to smirk. His cock uncomfortably pushing against his now tight sweats.

“ do you want me to destroy you?” he continued, his torso leaning against your open legs while resting his head on your breast, his tongue trailing up your boobs and sucking on your nipple. His smirk still on his face while half of his face while hidden in your breast.

A confident look in his eyes. This was an Armin you’ve never seen before. Oh, how much it turned you on.

You continued to beg, you were needy, you wanted him, you wanted him so bad. You didn’t care if your boyfriend was watching, you didn’t even beg for Eren like this.

“ Armin! Please!”

Armin nodded, “ then let me get you started.

His fingers trailed towards the hem of your shorts before pulling them down, “ no underwear either? Were you expecting this to happen?” he teased before aligning his face with your drenching cunt, “ you’re so wet...” his thumb rested on your clit, slowly pressing against it.

You moaned, “ Armin!” he loved it. He loved the begging. It was his name and not Erens.

His grabbed your thighs tightly and threw them over his shoulder. His eyes flickering over to your desperate figure. His tongue slowly left his mouth before pressing against your entrance, ever so slowly trailing up to your clit.

His tongue circled against it which sent jolts throughout your body. His warm wet muscle continued to pleasure you, your hands immediately flying towards his hair, pushing him into you even more. His ears were filled with the sound of your lewd wetness and moans.

If only he was to make the first move, he would’ve had this all to himself. You gasped feeling a familiar knot, “ Armin~ Armin~ Armin! Ah~ I’m so close! I’m so close- AH! Right there!”

Your moans loudened, encouraging him to continue. He took note of where to lick, sending you over the edge. To help you come, he entered both fingers inside of you. Thrusting slowly before picking up his pace. You began to cry in pleasure. Your chest shaking while your boobs bounced with each breath. Eren has taken his dick out of his sweats and began to thrust his cock in his hand, slowly building up speed.

Tears brimmed at the corner of your eyes. You continued to cry out to him. Encouraging him to go faster, deeper. His fingers were longer than Erens, and a big skinner, but faster.

Maybe it’s because he games.

You clenched a fistful of his hair while arching your back like crazy. A loud pleasurable moan left your lips as you coated his face with your juices.

He made sure to slurp and lick every single liquid that exited your body. Your legs shook as you stared at his figure with hazy eyes.

He licked his lips with a smirk before getting up. Moving towards Eren before taking his shirt off. His back muscles flexing as he threw his shirt to the side. Eren maintained eye contact while continuing to thrust his cock. Armin smirked before grabbing a fistful of Erens hair, pulling his head back.

Armin stuck his tongue out which revealed a bit of your juices before going down to his mouth, forcing his tongue into Erens mouth which he gladly accepted. Your felt your throbbing cunt begin to drench once again at the sight.

Armin was making out with your boyfriend, and it was so fucking hot. Eren flinched against Armins lips as he felt his climax reaching. Eren pushed away with a moan as he climxed onto his stomach and biceps. Armin only smirked, continuing to pull his hair.

“ open your mouth” Eren did as told. Only for Armin to spit in his mouth. Your stomach fluttered, “ your girlfriend tastes so fucking good. “

His blue piercing eyes flickered towards you, “ Get over here. “ with shaky jelly legs you struggled to move forward. Moving towards Armins reach, he grabbed your hair and pushed you against your now naked boyfriend.

You sat on your knees. Your hands against Erens thighs as Armin stood behind you, “ clean him up”

It was exciting. Armin had both you and your boyfriend under his command, it was exhilarating.

With your ass raised in the air you began to lick your boyfriend clean. Eren affectionately caressed your hair as he watched you lick his seeds off of his stomach, your tongue trailing all over his body.

Once you were finished Armin forced you into your legs and pushed you against Eren. Who instantly wrapped his arms against your waist. Your eyes widened once you understood the position. 

They were both about to enter inside of you.

The chair was high enough to have Armin enter inside of your pussy as Eren positioned to enter your ass.

With one shift motion they both entered inside of you causing you to scream. Your threw your head back onto Eren’s shoulder while your chest heaved, “ G-give me...fuck... a minute”

The boys nodded, understanding. Eren has fucked your asshole before but it’s been a while since then. Armin was a little longer than your boyfriend, but a bit skinner.

While adjusting the boys began to deliver soft kisses around your body. Eren left soft kisses against your exposed shoulder while Armin kissed your neck. The intense affection sending you on cloud 9.

With a nod, the two began to move. The size difference sending you crazy. Your boyfriend was thicker than Armin, spreading your asshole out even more.

Moan after moan, you could barely breath. You struggled between picking the two boys names, only making out gibberish. Your mind was hazy and in a daze, you couldn’t think.

You glanced down at your pussy to see Armin thrusting in you deeply, pushing against that one spot Eren wasn’t able to touch.

You jolted and screamed once more causing Eren and Armin to growl against your tight clenching, “ F-fuck! Ease up” Armin yelled before slapping your tit. The pain increased your speed of climaxing, “ how does it feel Armin? To feel her wet warm pussy around your cock?” Eren asked causing Armin to huff, “ fucking awesome. What a greedy best friend you are. Keeping your sexy girlfriend all to yourself.”

Your loud moan caused the two to stop conversing and watch the way you began to shake, “ she’s close” Eren groaned. Both increasing their speed. Eren tightened his grip around you waist to help you seated against his lap while you clenched the arm seat. Your mouth hung open, causing Armin to lean forward and kiss you, his tongue exploring your wet cavern while pushing deeper inside of you. You were sure he dug a hole inside of you.

His hand then traveled to your stomach, slightly pressing against it, “ I can feel myself...rearranging your guts”

With clenched eyes you came, Armin keeping his lips on yours as Eren kept his on your neck.

Although you came, the two continued. Fucking your sensitive ass and pussy, “ we’re not done yet!” Eren said before picking up his pace. Armin growled and picked up your legs, placing them around his waist while digging deeper inside of you.

“you’re such a slut. How does it feel to get fucked by your boyfriend and his best friend? You’ll fuck anybody, won’t you? Taking two cocks at the same time.”

You moaned, “ y-yes! I’m a slut. I’m both of your sluts. Fuck me! Fuck me!”

You felt your climax coming once again, but this time the two boys were about to cum as well.

“ Arg!” you moaned loudly coming again, Armin and Eren came inside of you while biting down against your shoulder, you swore it was probably bleeding from how hard they bit.

“ shit...I came inside of her...” your hearing slowly faded as your eyelids began to droop, “ it’s fine. She’s taking her pills.”

You flinched feeling your body being lifted, “ you did well...” your e/c eyes watching both Eren and Armin lay beside you on the bed with gentle smiles. You wanted to speak but your throat was dry and hurting, “ get some sleep...you’re probably tired”

You felt Armin wrap his arms around you as Eren did the same.

The feeling is pure ecstasy leaving your body and you snuggled into Armins chest, pulling Erens around around you tightly.

You truly felt like the main character from the movie you three were watching.