#... trying to think of buck wearing green...

[stagefoureddiediaz]

7x05 promo meta

Thank you 911 for dropping those stills - its save you all from my terrible quality screen shots!

This was supposed to be a costume meta, and it is, but things rather got away from me so its got a bit of a mishmash of spec and the like in it! its probably incoherent but my brain is whirring!

Ok first things first - Firehouse!

Soooo whenever we've had firehouse scenes before between Buck and Eddie, the one not in uniform is the one receiving advice - Buck after he found out about Daniel, Eddie during the Black out etc. So I expect this scene to play to a similar theme.

The green jacket for Buck is an interesting one for me, green is all about growth - especially this shade of green. I think this scene will be the first time Buck and Eddie see one another in person - Buck perhaps re-apologising to Eddie, clearing the air, Eddie offering buck some advice (i don't know exactly what advice, but perhaps along the lines of not bottling things up and talking to him etc!).

The fact its a broadcloth jacket harks back to his shirt jacket from Eddies breakdown - that one was very red, so there's no direct connection to the meaning of that jacket from a colour theory perspective, but there is a wider theme connecting to the broadcloth - broadcloth is a fabric that was historically used for military uniforms (it still is) so the use of broadcloth has this element of going to war - unlike the red jacket that signalled danger and Buck going to 'war' to both get to Eddie and to then help him in the aftermath, this one is more likely to be a war related to Bucks 'bad behaviour' from the basketball game and I think and with the green of the jacket meaning growth, I expect this scene to show them on a more even footing - one where the one doesn't need to go to war for the other, because the 'war' is over, this is the aftermath now and Buck has grown (in the same way that Eddie was in green during and after his breakdown - he grew from that moment)

Date night - for Buck and Tommy

Firstly I want to mention the fact that Check theory is in overdrive for this scene - the check is literally everywhere - floor, tablecloths, walls, windows, the guy sat to the side of Tommy. Something is clearly going to happen that is going to lead to some sort of chaos. My money is on Check shirt guy suddenly becoming ill and interupting both dates (call back to Buck choking on bread would be chefs kiss imo as that was Bucks first proper date!!).

I originally thought his was the same shirt Buck wore when he was trying to donate sperm - however, turns out it isn't it isn't, this is a knit bowling shirt while the one from the sperm donation storyline was a knit polo (no buttons all the way down the front). I do think the remarkable similarity between the two shirts is relevant though. because Buck trying to donate sperm, was Buck trying to start a new life, but it was a false start when he was wearing the similar shirt (because the power was out at the clinic) and he is essentially doing the same thing here - he's on his first 'date with a dude' and is starting a new life as a bisexual man - only it seems he's probably going to try and hide it from Eddie - thus a false start in the same way his first attempt to donate sperm was. thing is, Buck was successful in making his donation in the end, so even if he has a couple of false start in this episode, he'll be successful in the end (see the end of this meta for the reason why!!)

Tommy is in brown (possibly a dark olive green, but it looks more brown to me at this moment in time!). Brown is of course one of Eddies staple colours, so we are continuing with the Tommy Being costumes as a version of Eddie!

But Brown is a colour of stability and strength - its solid ground. It's showing us that Tommy is completely comfortable in his sexuality (whatever denomination of queer he is as we don't know at this point!). Its also a colour of safety support and protection (its why many police and military uniforms around the world are brown - meant to invest a sense of protection - a reflection of what that job is supposed to be!). for me thats playing on the idea that Tommy is going to protect and support Buck on this date - Buck not wanting to come out to Eddie in that moment and Tommy supporting that and protecting Bucks right to chose when and how he gets to come out to the people in his life (and I adore him for that!) is my guess on why he's wearing brown here.

Eddie and Marisol's date night

(as an aside - Bucks face in the still below is hilarious!!)

I already mentioned the pink handbag in my 7x04 meta, but now we also have a pink skirt to add into the mix and its a ditsy print of two shades of pink, which not only further supports my pink and innocence theory about this season, but it also plays into how both Shannon and Ana were costumes as well - in lots of pink and in ditzy prints!!! Marisol (who doesn't even have a last name) is not long for the world of 911 - if it doesn't end in this episode, its gonna be over very very soon! She is going to essentially be an innocent bystander in whatever the hell is going to go down at this date night fun house we're about to see, whether her seemingly naive personality (well what little personality she seems to have!) plays into things as well, we'll have to wait and see!

The other aspect of this outfit that is making me laugh is the fact that the skirt is giving me 1980's/early 1990's teen vibes (not to out myself as old but trust me I had some just like this back then and I wouldn't be caught dead in it now as a grown woman!!) and the baby pink handbag looks like something an 8 year old would have to play dress up with - its all very childish and immature - naive one could say, and its suggesting to me that we're going to see some pretty childish behaviour from her at some point in this episode (we'll have to wait and see if I'm right!). The other aspect oof this childish style we're seeing on her plays into Eddies narrative of looking for magic and trying to recreate what he had with Shannon. Its for me one of the reasons why i think we have s2 Eddies hair back, especially this greased back version in this scene - its a nod to his s2 arc when he tried to recreate the magic with Shannon. Eddies journey is about learning that he cannot recapture or recreate that magic he had when he was young - that the love of youth - in all its innocence is not something that is sustainable or actually what he wants in the present. for me, him figuring this out is an important part of his wider un-repression arc and will allow him to move forward and learn that he needs to build a relationship on a stronger foundation that magic and innocence. That (ghost of a) second chance with Shannon ended up as a literal car crash (sorry to be blunt but it was a metaphor back then too!) so my feeling is that this is going to go the same way - and end in a figurative (at least) car crash.

As for the chain necklace! you can read my 6x15 metas for a fuller run down this one is the most comprehensive one (and theres some stuff lurking on other meta posts as well) but essentially every single one of Buck or Eddies girlfriends have worn a chain necklace (there is also a bracelet too, which I think Marisol wore in 7x01 but her scene was so blink and you'll miss it that I can't get a good still to be sure!) of this style - I never did get to writing the full meta on the chain necklaces I intended - the season 6 finale rather deflated my enthusiasm to do so, but I can talk about it here so, things worked out I guess!

Chains are a representation of incarceration, or of holding something back. they are a huge symbol of slavery and are used in derogatory terms when used to talk about relationships (the old ball and chain etc). This is why we see them on all the women connected to either Buck or Eddie, and never on any of the other female characters in the show - these women are essentially holding Buck and Eddie back, they are chains to be broken free of.

Then we have Eddie in his white shirt! There are a couple of reasons I am completely in love with this choice! firstly is the most obvious, it paints things very black and white for Eddie and Marisol - they are opposites! In this context, the wardrobe department are deliberately creating that opposition between them - and in combo with that pink bag and skirt - things aren't going to end well for them.

Black is a colour that sucks light and colour from things (yes there is the concept of the little black dress etc for dating but thats more about timeless elegance and Marisol is not wearing a black dress!) that absorbs everything around it - you can see in the picture below how the black of her top is absorbing the colour while Eddies white shirt is bouncing it around and glowing with the red - its especially obvious on her sleeve which is partially sheer and partially matt - the sheer parts are picking up the light, making the black non sheer parts still look black.

The other reasons I am living for the Eddie in a white shirt of it all is the fact that it really highlights that red lighting - this use of red - in this setting at that moment - when it doesn't appear to be anywhere else in the scene and certainly not around Buck and Tommy - can only mean danger and anger. Its telling us that Eddie is not happy - jealous definitely (that look is one of jealousy!) its also hinting at underlying anger though. My thoughts on this is that its playing into Eddie having to face up to his feelings for Buck - that he understands them, and perhaps feels like he missed his shot

The other reason I'm obsessed with the choice to put Eddie in a white shirt is this ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

Because yes that is Eddie in white and Buck in dark blue, and yes that is the only other time we've seen Eddie in white in the entire show (excepting white shorts in fight club and even they fit the theme we're seeing here). Seeing them in the same colour ways here is very much giving Buck and Eddie divorce era 3.0 (fight club/lawsuit was 1.0 and the one above was 2.0) vibes.

Having dinner with Buck (or in the same space as Buck) and his current partner and the blue and white (and green that Tommy is wearing which matches the green that Taylor was wearing) is definitely a choice. This scene in season 5 was essentially a Buck and Eddie break up - 'move on Buck, I have' - we all know how that spiral ended - with Eddie digging in with his leaving the 118 and excluding himself from the firefam and Buck cheating on Taylor and asking her to move in with him.

thing is Eddie has form for doing dumb things when he feels under stress or pressure (asking Shannon to marry him again, fight club after her death and Buck suing the firehouse, leaving the 118 and not getting the help he needed until he had a major breakdown to name 3!)- so if we saw some kind of parallel to this scene - (this is especially in light of Eddie talking to Bobby about the job in this episode) where Eddie doubles down on a poor decision (don't know what but I'm currently speculating that its maybe asking Marisol to move in with him way way too soon - when he doesn't know her - hello episode title) in the same way Buck did with Taylor (because he is faced with the fact he could've had a chance with Buck after-all and is emotionally cheating on Marisol) and it plays into

I'm not saying we're going to be getting rid of Marisol in 7x05 (unfortunately) but I am saying the writing is on the wall for that relationship - there are too many costuming signs on both Eddie and Marisol for it not to be headed in the direction of ending. My guess from what I'm seeing with these costumes and that lighting, is that 'Ghost of a second chance' is when it will come to a head - it plays into the theming of Shannon redux and car crashes, learning from past mistakes before you repeat them.

And finally we're at Bucks loft!

Not saying this is at the end of the episode - I have zero idea where its going to land - every time I see a new still from it I'm more confused and decide its going to be at a different point of the episode!

Anyway, thats not important! Eddie is in his Buck 'date night' shirt - the one he wears when he has serious talks with Buck in the loft. thing that is different this time, is the fact he's in jeans rather than the green trousers he's worn on every other occasion. Something about that is making me feel like, while this scene is likely to be similar in that its going to be a serious talk, and I'm sure from the way it looks in the stills we're going to see Eddie reassuring Buck as we have in previous scenes, I think we might find this one is going to give us Buck and Eddie on a more even footing that we've seen before.

I'm fascinated that the Christopher watch is not visible in the above still, but it's very visible in the below one, and in the other stills we've got. We don't often see it hidden under eddies sleeves - we usually see it more like we can see it in the date night stills - visible with the shirt slightly tucked underneath. haven't figured out if its going to be significant or not yet - I need to see the scene!

We do have to talk about the looks they are giving each other here though - especially Buck!!! because I mean!!!! its kind of giving me don't keep things from me again vibes!!

I am very much loving that they put Buck in this jumper though! it is the one from the sperm donor storyline - when Buck tells Eddie, Hen and Chim he is 'responsible for creating new life.' I love this specific parallel because there is the play on the fact that Buck is now living a new life - that he's figured something out about himself - that he's creatinga new life forhimself - one where he is bisexual, and openly so (as we know he's going to tell people in this episode and hell he might be telling Eddie in this scene!). the other thing is that this light blue colour, throughout season 6 became a real representation of Buck journey of self discovery - all the way back to Lev at the happiness convention and his year of yes, right through to post Lightning strike Buck who was trying to wrestle with his death and his rebirth - the light blue here really ties all of this together beautifully

Right thats All at this point - I'm sure my brain will conjure up other things once i've hit post, but for right now - I'm off to bed!!

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[joelhoney]

do u take requests? if u do, could i have an outbreak au where reader rides joel in his truck? thank u! i LOVED #1 girl btw

open road

wanted to practice my writing skills again so here! :)

warnings: 18+ !!!! smut, pwp, implied age gap, feminine reader, daddy kink sry, pet names galore

“One of the guys called you scary.”

The sky is dull, something bland and colorless in-between blue and grey—something that’s become a norm. A clear, cloudless sky comes once every few months if a trickle of luck happens to dwell upon the area, but even for a pair that travels as much as you and Joel do, the memories of that kind of weather have become few and far between. Joel is grown, though, and he’s wise, and he knows there isn’t any good that comes out of complaining over something as trivial as this.

Anyway, he’s got a whole little ball of sunshine beside him, feet propped up on the dashboard clumsily.

“Hm. What’d you say?” He grunts back, trying to hide how the comment has begun to make him think. He’s not new to the entire scary bit, but every time the comment arises he finds himself wanting to know your thoughts, if you agree, if you know he doesn’t mind the reputation as long as you find him the opposite.

“I said no, you’re just old.”

You’re in your socks because you hate the weight of the boots you wear, and you’re wearing one of his old shirts, from years and years ago, thin with wear and the collar cut off so it hangs across your collarbones. It’s your favorite, this ratted brown color with a band on it that performed when you weren’t even born yet, you think. Joel likes this one, too, he won’t tell you just how much; he just hopes you don’t pick up on the fact that he fucks you all the more harder whenever you wear this around him.

“I’m not old, sugar.” 

“You are old. Older than me and the guy who said you were scary.” A lithe hand comes twisting at the grey hairs on his temple. He tuts and you pull back, giggling out an apology. “When’re we getting there?”

“Slow down. The open road is a blessin’, don’t you think, sweetheart?” To Joel, everything is a blessing in the height of such an uncertain time—a blessin’, in his vernacular, his drawled-out twang. It’s his turn, now, to reach across the console and wrap a hand around your thigh. It tickles, and you tense through the material of your jeans. Sometimes you wonder if you can wear your dresses on tasks like these, ones not so high in urgency, but with a destination nevertheless. You want a clicker gnawin’ off your leg, be my guest, he said once, and that was that.

“I guess,” you muster half-heartedly, fingers skating along the expanse of Joel’s hand. Two of your fingers align with one of his own. Outside the scenery is mostly grey, barely green, lifeless, but interesting anyway, the ruins and the rot, blatant reminders of what you’re all living in the thick of.

You swallow and wrap a hand around his wrist. “Do we need to be there now?”

He huffs out this laugh between exasperation, and quickly he presses two fingers to the crotch of your bottoms. “So soon?” He’d just eaten you out before you left less than two hours ago, the hem of your shirt stuffed into your mouth so nobody would hear. You buck up into his hand, which has now left, and whine lowly in your throat.

“That wasn’t fair,” you bemoan, chasing his hand. He clicks his tongue disapprovingly. 

“I’m jus’ try’na enjoy the road, dove. Back then, this’d be drownin’ in traffic. People beatin’ the five-thirty rush. Now it’s jus’ you and me.” He hums some song, this soully little thing, one he likes to sing on the road when it’s just you in the car. If anyone else tags along, he’s silent. 

“Jo-el,” you whine. “No fair. You got me all wet.”

He sucks air in through his teeth, pats you lightly on the smooth surface of your cheek without even having to spare you a glance. “Be patient with me, sweetheart. We need to get there in time.” There’s an edge to his voice, hardened a bit; he’s not reminding this time, he’s warning. You pout and peek out the half-cracked window. Open road and the dim horizon, no sign of the building you’re supposed to stop at.

“Fine.” Your voice comes out like a sneer.

He clicks his tongue. “I said patient.”

“I am being—” you huff, crossing your arms and lowering your feet noisily. “It’s not fair that you touched me and then won’t even let me—let yourself—whatever.” You shuffle, bumbling irritatedly by yourself for a minute. 

If you ask Joel, some of his best moments come from getting you to behave.

Because you are virtually impossible to wrangle into some semblance of obedience. It used to be next to impossible to even get you to shut up, but over time it got easier—thumb on the pad of your tongue, knee shoved in-between your legs, hand wrung into your hair. Just like that, and you’re his pliant little baby again. If you ask Joel now, he’d sigh contentedly, say how proud he’s become that you’re no longer the bratty minx you once were.

But that would be a lie, he figures, once he hears the exaggeratedly breathy moans from his right.

He doesn’t need to look to know what you’ve wrapped yourself up into, your hand shoved into your unzipped jeans, rubbing slow circles along your pussy. It probably doesn’t even feel as good as it sounds, even if you make noises with everything he does to you. Feels so good, Daddy, you whisper into the air, and he trails a hand down to squeeze himself through his jeans.

“How good, baby?” He grunts, eyes flitting over to you. You, in that goddamn t-shirt and everything, looking delicious enough to eat. He’d told you once never to wear shit like skirts and dresses, but God the amount of times he hoped you’d wear them anyway, so he could bounce you up and down on his dick and have you barely undressed. He swears he has dreams of his favorite pink number, the one that barely even touches the middle of your thighs, tied at the back with a pretty ribbon. He loves tugging on that ribbon, watching the material loosen around you so he can grope you up and make you both feel nasty, listen to your jagged moans of daddy, don’t rip the dress while he’s toying with your clit.

“Not enough,” you say breathily. “S’your fault.”

“Mine?” He echoes with a grunt. “You’re the one whorin’ herself out t’me for a lick of my attention, baby girl.”

“Please, I’m—just a minute,” you heave out, voice wet and desperate. He wonders what’s gotten you this antsy, this restless, this needy for a taste of him. The thought gets him harder than ever, and before he even thinks to palm himself, your tiny hand is already there, and he’s shuddering from it. You know him so well, know exactly what to hold, exactly what to touch to get him to give in.

“Jeans,” he orders, eyes zeroing in on a blank patch of grass to swerve into.

Your jeans are loose already, and you barely have to shimmy before they hit the floor of the truck, tiptoeing your sock-clad feet out while he parks and wrenches his seat to a semi-lying position, dragging you over to him to sit on his lap, your thighs quivering on either side of his jeans.

You adjust yourself so the thick of his cock is pressed directly to your panties, and grind forward. He stops you, his hand coming down to slap against your half-bare ass. “I just wan’ed to get to the damn meeting on time, get the shit we needed, and go the fuck back to the zone.” Another spank. “Do you have to be such a goddamn brat, sweetheart?”

“I just—I needed you,” you half-lie, the lace of your pretty underwear delicious friction with what little movement you’re allowed. “Even wore the pair you like, Daddy.”

“Yeaaah, you did.” He sucks air in through his teeth, watching your cunt swallow the thin material of his favorite pair of yours. Pink and lacy, looted from a mall two cities away. “You know Daddy can never resist her, can you?” He thumbs roughly at your pussy, coercing the panties through your folds. “You know he’s dyin’ to fuck ‘er real bad, too.”

“Need it, I need it,” you babble, your movement causing the shirt to droop off. He gropes at your barely-covered chest, a low growl thrumming out of him. 

“What’s got my bunny all revved up, huh? Your energy beats the truck’s damn engine.” He lifts you up so he can let you drop onto his cock, bullying his tip into you until tears sprout at your eyes from the size of him. He’s always going to be huge, and it’s always going to be a whole thing, having to bottom out inside.

It helps that you’re wet, sopping and dripping onto his cock, his balls, his spread thighs, your own inner thighs—your slick is everywhere and it’s obscene. Every movement either of you make causes a squelching sound to resound across the stale space of the truck. “Fuuuck,” he grunts, watching your cunt swallow him whole. “I love this pussy, you know that, honey? Could lick her up for days, mark it as mine. Bully her when you’ve been bad.”

“I haven’t been bad,” you protest highly, eyebrows knitted and pink lips bitten. “You really are scary.”

“But you like it, don’t you?” He places two decisive hands on your hips and thrusts upward, so hard your head almost hits the roof of the truck. “Like it when Daddy’s a l’il bit scary, sugar? Like it when he spanks you, plays around with you a tiny bit? Hmm?”

Ah, ah, ah, uh, mmmf are all the sounds your mouth can produce, drunk on his huge cock, fat and splitting you in half. Ye yea yeah yeah please yes Daddy love it, you moan, each whimper punctuated by the tip of his dick kissing your cervix. You do love it when he’s bossy, a bit scary. He knows so. He knows how wet you get when he’s got your chin in his hand, cheeks smushed together. How much you drip onto the sheets when you’re bent over, spread open, and he’s deciding which hole to fuck.

“Makin’ a beautiful mess on my dick, baby, come on, give it t’me. Give Daddy your cum, I’ll give you mine back, won’ I, princess?” His gruff voice is demanding and rambling and all at once, you’re beginning to convulse around him.

“Close,” you whimper, “gonna cum, Daddy—”

“Yeah, come on, that’s a good bunny,” he grunts as you begin to gush slick around him. “Daddy’s gonna give you the milk you’ve been wantin’.”

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[noirvette]

main 3 + butters! seeing reader in lingerie for the first time!!

first time doing headcanons and a scenario 😋 also i apologize in advance if this is bad, i've written nsfw only ONCE before and hated it so much that i never finished it BAHAHA

cws: nsfw, but nothing too explicit Aged up characters! (College au, early 20s)

♡ STAN MARSH

Thinks he died and went to heaven for a second in all honesty. Like he could not believe you standing in front of him wearing lingerie.

He saw you with it on and had to process what he was seeing, definitely stuttering as he finds the words to say

He's rocking with it though, 100%. Has always had a small thing for lingerie but didn't exactly know how to bring it up so he just never said anything lol

Stan seems to me as a more of a red satin kind of guy, simple sets work for him

Doesn't want to tear it or anything, when taking it off of you he's rather careful, more so into savoring the moment of seeing you in lingerie (and eventually you out of it).

Whether its false bravado or not, he gets over his initial shock rather quickly

"You okay? Babe?" Stan calls out, sitting on the side of your bed tapping his fingers against the frame.

"Yeah sorry, coming out now," You respond, walking out of the bathroom, covered in a simple red satin lingerie set, "you like?"

"Holy shi-, wow you look good. Damn." Stan stutters out, taking you and your outfit in, "you, uh, you didn't have to do this you know. I'm- I'm, not saying you look bad, holy shit you look so good-"

"I know I didn't have to," You giggle, a blush covering your face, walking closer to him before sitting on his lap, "but I wanted this to be special, you know for our first time. I wanted to look good for you."

Stan licks his lips, reaching to kiss and bite at your neck as his hands grip your sides before they slowly make a descent down to your hips. "Well, you always look good, doesn't matter what you got on." His fingers tug at the waistband of the underwear, "but fuck, this is so hot."

♡ KYLE BROFLOVSKI

Doesn't know what to do and he doesn't know what to say either

Definitely whines/quietly whimpers at seeing you in lingerie though

He'd be a fan of dark green lace or floral sets

Another one to be careful with taking it off of you, but its because he's so nervous

Finds the concept of lingerie initially dorky until he sees you in it and now he understands the appeal.

He is so cute bro, he has the biggest blush covering his face and he stutters and he can't make eye contact (kicking my feet and giggling as I write this about him rn), definitely repeats words and phrases as his brain is trying to think of what to say next

Kyle covers his mouth, embarrassed at the whimper that leaves him as you lift up your shirt, revealing the dark green lingerie underneath. You feel him getting even harder underneath you and you slowly roll your hips against his. Kyle quickly grabs onto your hips hard and shakily moans, hands gripping you firmly.

"Baby, baby, baby.." Kyle whines out as he stares at how well the dark green compliments your body. "Mhmm," you hum, "what is it?"

"You look so good, so good.." He looks so dazed as his eyes constantly dart over your body. Kyle is absolutely smitten with the way the lingerie sits on you.

"You like it huh?" You whisper as your bring your hand to his face, cupping his cheek. He nervously swallows and turns his head to press a kiss into your hand, before gently biting a finger while looking up at you.

Turning his head back to face you, he whimpers out a "god yes," as his hips buck up up into you, drawing a small moan out of you, "so so much."

♡ KENNY MCCORMICK

There is one singular phrase going through his head when he sees what you got on and it's "fuck me"

He's so unbelievably hard in like 2 seconds that it's alarming

He's a fan of sheer brighter colors and garters, but really any lingerie set looks good and he's really fine with anything you're putting on.

He'll rip the fabric off of you, he doesn't really care if you make a noise of complaint, he's too invested in getting him in you and making you feel good.

He'll make it up to you later by managing to get you another set later. (That he rips off you anyhow, it's a never ending cycle)

Would love to receive pictures of you in various lingerie sets. So after this whole thing of surprising him by wearing it for the first time, he'll want pictures of you from now on.

"Fuck y/n," Kenny groans, bucking himself against you, "you look so pretty. My pretty baby." His hands wander over your body, feeling the thin material and your skin causing him to become impatient.

Kenny leans forward to suck at your neck, causing you to let out small moans. "I need, need, this off of you. Now." Before you're able to say anything, he tugs at the top half a bit too roughly, ripping the thin material into halves.

"Kenny!" You exclaim, shock and annoyance evident in your tone.

Kenny stops briefly and he lets out a small laugh before kissing you, "I'm sorry hun, can't wait. Need you now. Gotta make you feel good."

You huff, "This was a bit pricey, Ken. How are you gonna make this one up?"

He snorts, before flipping you over and situating you so his face is pressed between your thighs, "Oh I'll make it up to you baby, and then some, promise."

♡ BUTTERS STOTCH

Another blushy and nervous wreck to see you in lingerie.

I feel he'd LOVE white sets, design doesn't matter, but there's something about wearing white in his eyes that just.. gets him going yk?

He definitely has a battle with himself on where to place his hands. Do you want them on your waist, hips, do you want to hold hands? What if he rips the fabric?

Stutters out compliments. Compliments you the whole time actually, his eyes nervously watch your every movement

He loves if you brush your body still clad with the lingerie against his bare skin. The feeling of technical skin contact but thin material between you two has got him in a chokehold for some reason

Calls you his angel because of the white lingerie and how beautiful/ethereal you look to him right now

Butters believes this is how he dies, underneath you, clad in a sheer white lingerie set. You slowly drag your fingers against his skin and he finds himself without a single complaint as to how he would be dying. He finds himself without many thoughts actually and the ones he does have are just about you.

"Oh god angel," Butters shudders, his brain turning into mush at the feeling of your body against his. His hands hovering just above your thighs, as he nervously thumbs at the material draped over them.

You giggle at his behavior, "you can touch me, you know?"

"O-oh, I know honey, but, you.. you just look so gosh darn gorgeous and..." he trails off, adams apple bobbing as your drag your hands along his waist. "..and what, Butters..?" You whisper against his ear.

His hands grip your thighs and bites his lip. "I want you.. please honey, my angel." He shifts underneath you, hoping you catch the hint and quit teasing him.

#stan marsh #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #butters stotch #south park x reader #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh headcanons #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski headcanons #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mccormick headcanons #butters stotch x reader #butters stotch headcanons

[loveyourownsmiilee]

Alright friends I’m back with a small and quick buddie language analysis based off all that content we got for the 100 episodes celebration!!!

First of all, I can’t even get into body language without speaking about their outfit choices. On the same day we have their costume designer talk about how everything is thought out, how she meets with the directors/producers to make sure everything is right we have a sneak peek on what appears to be Buck and Eddie’s wedding outfits for Maddie and Chim’s wedding. Why is this a big deal?!? Because they are literally complimenting each other almost as if it’s meant to be viewed that they’re together as a unit. Now maybe it can be a family unit and not necessarily a couple type thing. Regardless, light pink and mint green are very complimentary and work well together. Upon some research, I found that pink tends to balance out the color green. The color pink will typically soften the color green whereas green will keep the pink color more grounded and leveled with the earth. Think of a strawberry where it grows from the green leaves and blooms into a beautiful red or pink shade!

Anyways it’s certainly a fucking choice that now we have confirmation that their costumes are always intentional, we have a glimpse into both gentlemen matching at what seems to be Buck’s sisters wedding. If that’s not meant to be obvious or a statement, then what is the reason? Especially knowing Eddie has never worn pink a single episode we’ve seen him in. He usually wears the earthy tones and Buck is the one who wears the fun colors including pink. So this role reversal is intentional but I also think it’s because Eddie is finally stepping out of his comfort zone and trying new things but Buck is still there to balance him out with his familiar earthy tones. They simply compliment each other well.

Now when it comes to body language, I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again: Oliver and Ryan have such raw natural chemistry that really shines on screen. Clearly they’ve been filming a lot together because they’re slowly morphing into the same person. In many videos we have seen thus far, they are mirroring one another so seamlessly. That’s because their bodies have become so familiar with one another that it naturally mimics one another.

Take this video for example. They both go in and take a bite at the same time. They’re not even looking at each other but their bodies are in sync with one another.

Then we have another video where both men tilt their head and look left at the same time. It happens so naturally, almost as if there’s a mirror there and you’re seeing the same reflection. It’s ridiculous how in tune they are.

Then we have the level of closeness and lack of personal space. Oliver usually tends to keep his arms straight out and never really puts his hand around anyone when taking pictures. He clearly feels comfortable enough with Ryan to put his arm and hand around him for the photos they were taking. Also, Ryan is leaning in towards Oliver in the first photo which can be a direct result of how comfortable they are to be around each other, taking up the same space.

Do not even get me started on whatever this is. Clearly they didn’t know their picture was being taken while they were having their little talk. But this reminds me of all of Aisha’s lives where they were in their own little bubble talking as if they’re the only two people in the room. Same goes here. This is clearly two people who are so fucking comfortable in each others’ orbits and tend to tune out everyone and everything around them when they’re together. They exude such natural chemistry that it’s so palpable in pictures such as candids like this one. This tells me that it’s very likely a lot of their scenes have been together, which would explain why real life starts mimicking what happens on screen. 

All in all what I’m trying to say is something is definitely different about these two this season. I know I’ve said it in the past but you don’t just look this comfortable and attached with just a random coworker or a friend. These are two people that have grown closer whether it’s on screen or maybe in real life with their friendship. All I’m saying is that something has shifted and it’s so obvious with just how naturally in sync they are with each other, how easily they touch one another and lean into the others touch. Something definitely has shifted or is on the cusp of shifting and I for one am excited to see. Excited to see why these choices on their wedding attire were made. Excited to see the trajectory of their on screen relationship. Excited to see how they’re going to strengthen Buck and Eddie and excited to see if they do in fact plan on planting those seeds for Buddie to bloom come next season.

#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #ryan guzman #oliver stark #911 spoilers #buddie language #body language #911 on abc #buddie meta #I’m back at it

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Treat You 1

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, violence, mentions of abuse, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (Tall!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You stumble out into the hallway, nearly colliding with the dingy and peeling paint on the wall. The door slams with the force of your frantic exit, nails bending painfully as you let go of the brass knob. Your heart pulses in your ears as another crash bangs from inside the apartment and your father's tirade blazes on.

You untangle your bag, the only thing you could snatch as you stepped halfway into your shoes. The doorknob twists again and you quickly flee down the hall, your father yanking at the door as it jams. You quickly veer down the staircase and only stop at the top of the next flight to pull your shoes on all the way.

You catch your breath at the front door, aware of how Mrs. Davis’ door snaps shut when you pass. You continue outside without a destination in mind. You could hide out at the library again, no one notices you there. It is a bit far to walk.

You sling the crochet bag over your head so it hangs against your hip. You reach inside and find your change purse. You don't have much after the electric bill. Two bucks, it's three to get the bus.

You huff and tuck your hand back in your bag. Your feet carry you as you wind down the street. The apathetic rush of traffic makes you feel invisible. You don't mind that, it's more dangerous to be seen.

There's nothing remarkable about you. You're taller than most girls but that's more worthy of ridicule than admiration. You wear second-hand clothing, some of it your dad's handmedowns, and hunch until your spine hurts. An elephant trying to play fawn.

You chew your lip and stop by the vintage shop. Not the Goodwill but the expensive place with the designer houndstooth and Louis Vuitton logos. In another world…

Across the street, a night club stands desolate and eerie in the daylight. A few times you passed during opening and it was rowdy and flashing. Just on your way to the bus station to spend a couple hours on a bench.

On the next street, a cafe. The place that closed then opened only weeks later. New ownership but everything else the same. The prices aren't as steep as the Starbucks kiosk near the station.

You ponder it, stopping outside as you see a woman behind the counter. You're a bit relieved it's not the usual barista. That guy with reddish hair and warm brown eyes. He likes to talk, too bad you don't.

You enter and approach the till. The woman greets you brightly, her eyes look tired, and she points out to the specials. Nope, you can only afford a tea.

You pay for the green tea and way for her to pour the hot water. As you tap your fingers on the counter, another figure appears from behind the espresso machine. It's that guy. Dang.

“Hey, done break, your turn,” he chirps, quieting as he sees you standing there. He smiles, “oh, hi, you been helped?”

You nod and look down. The woman places the cup of steaming water in front of you. You thank her and take it, turning to claim the seat in the corner.

You sit and settle in with your bag in your lap. You don't have much to do so you stare out the window. Pedestrians pass by, with purpose, some even happily.

The cafe is quiet. There's a couple nesr the opposite wall, on a date, maybe. The ambiance holds even as people come in, ordering and leaving with their drinks.

You blow on your tea and sip. You tug the string of the bag and dip it up and down. Your dad will tire himself out soon. Maybe two hours. You can't make one tea last that long.

You put your arm on the table and curl your shoulders. You trace a finger on the tabletop. You usually keep a book in your bag but you took it out to read last night.

You frown. It shouldn't be like this but that's just how it is. You don't have much of a choice. Your dad is your family, your only family, all you have.

You wiggle your nose and swallow back your self-pity. No use crying. Especially here.

“Hi,” the voice frightens you as the barista approaches with a cinnamon bun on a plate, “uh, I'm Peter, remember? Saw you last week?”

You blink. You press your palms to the cup and feel the heat threaten to blister. He's short, his shoulders broad, and his posture straight.

“Er, you want a cinnamon bun?”

“I… no, I don't have the money,” you rasp and sip your tea.

“On the house,” he insists, “really, there was a mix up this morning and we made a batch too many.”

“That's nice but… no thank you.”

You know what it is to accept favours. They always come back to debts. You lower your head again.

“You don't like sweets? We have quiche–”

You shake your head. He hovers, waiting. You turn to watch out the window again. You wince as the plate clinks onto the table. He leaves the bun there and goes back behind the counter. You ignore it.

Maybe you won't come here anymore.

#peter parker #dark peter parker #dark!peter parker #peter parker x reader #au #the club #drabble #series #treat you #spider-man #mcu #marvel

[thedeviltohisangel]

All The Things I Did (Interlude): The One Thing I've Been Wanting

a/n: wow oh wow i think you guys are going to love this one. another mini novel featuring all the emotions and filth you could ever ask for. john and cass have their formal wedding in south carolina that he always promised her they would. a few little easter eggs in there i hope you guys want to scream at me about. hope you all enjoy, happy reading and love you endlessly!

warning: smut

In May 1946, almost one year to the day that John Egan hung an American flag in the middle of Germany, he was sat in a plush hotel room in Charleston, South Carolina looking at a photo of himself in a smattering of local newspapers and even The New York Times. Locally it was the front page, nationally a column right in the economics section. The headlines ranged from proclamations of a fairytale come true to rumors on how the match would affect the valuation of the Cooper empire. 

He liked the picture they had all chosen though. It was from a photocall Mrs. Cooper had insisted they do just last week. Cass had worn a beautiful forest green skirt and white silk blouse, her smile perfectly measured across her face. There had been a bit of commotion over what John should wear. He wasn’t set to pin on Lieutenant Colonel until June and the communications team had proposed stalling the wedding until his new rank could be proudly displayed in the photographs. Might I politely remind you he is already my husband. If you make me wait one second longer to appease people with this party you will not enjoy the sight was how Cass chose to handle it. In this setting, one completely new and foreign to the boy from Manitowoc, he was entirely reliant on her to guide him.

In the final image, she was looking at the camera but he was looking at her. It was fitting. He was merely a planet orbiting around her sun. He looked stricken by her beauty and nothing could have been closer to the truth.

“Come in,” he called at the knock on the door. He folded the paper and tossed it onto the coffee table. 

“You about ready to get out there? Don’t want Spook thinking you ran away.” Gale clicked the door closed and stood watching his friend. “You’re nervous.” It was a statement rather than a question. 

“I don’t know why. I’ve been married to her for almost three years. Today is just a societal formality.” Marrying in secret in London was not how women like Cass were supposed to carry themselves, according to her mother. If no one was there to see it then they wouldn’t believe it. “Just…what if something changes?”

“What if something changes? Bucky, you two are still going to be the same people tonight as you were this morning. You’re still going to love the wits out of that girl just like she loves the wits out of you.” John stood and started to pace around the room.

“I know that. I know how I feel and how she feels won’t change but it’s now so formal. And there’s an audience and my wedding is in The Times, Buck, the goddamn Times!” 

“The photo did look wonderful,” Gale pointed out as he nodded towards the papers on the table. “Your wife doesn’t need all this if you don’t want it, John. I am pretty certain that girl would run away with you to a farm out West if you asked her to.”

“No,” he shook his head, “all of this is good to be sure she is always provided for. When we have kids, they won’t want for anything.” Wealth like this was almost unmoveable during the Depression. John had been in college for the worst of it. Had seen the toll it took on his family and the people around them. Cass and he could make sure their kids never had to worry about that. 

“When and not if, huh?”

“Buck, you of all people should know we aren’t exactly celibate.” Gale didn’t need the reminder. All too often he had found himself pleading for a moment of respite with the two of them. It didn’t matter when or where, he would run out of fingers and toes trying to count the sanctified places those two had breached. “She’s going to be the best mother.” 

“And you’re going to be the best father.” John and Cass had spent the past year filling in all the blanks their time apart had forced upon them. They had gone to Wyoming for Gale and Marge’s wedding and not a single incident had occurred. It was as if John had never gotten on a plane to avenge Gale that day. They were so in love they talked about having a baby in nine months, talked about the perfect house to raise them in. Talked about names and nursery colors. 

But then they had gone to visit his family in Wisconsin. And something had snapped. All the anger they had hidden from each other in the name of surviving the cold German winter had bubbled to the surface viciously. All the anger he had harbored towards her for putting herself in danger would not lay dormant any longer. Anger that every night when he closed his eyes he had prayed to keep his wife safe, that John could take any pain as long as she was spared, and she had negated it all without a thought. Anger that she had wasted almost two years of her life running herself ragged to maintain their relationship and he had been able to do nothing in return. Anger that no matter the horrors he had inflicted upon people, the horrors of Stalag Luft that kept him up at night, the horrors of not knowing who you were looking at in the mirror, that she didn’t find someone better.

“Buck, I’m sorry you weren’t there the first time Cass and I did this. But I am happy you’re here for this one. I couldn’t ask for a better best man.” John pulled him into a hug, clapping his back a few times. 

“I only agreed to see you cry when you get a glimpse of her.” 

“Yeah? You’ve seen her?” She had put him under strict orders that he was not to see her the morning of their wedding. Had even made John sleep by himself. He was missing her desperately at this point. 

“She said the dress was a family heirloom. You didn’t manage to sneak out a parachute?” John blushed and looked at his feet. 

“You’ll make fun of me if I tell you.” He had. They had just agreed to save it for a more special occasion. 

“Not on your wedding day.”

“Cass had the idea that it might make a nice christening gown one day.” Wait until Marge hears how John Egan has gone all domestic on us Gale thought with a smile. “Did she get the gift I left for her?” It was a silver locket, the date and a note that simply said I love you and his name on the back, a photo of the two of them in Wyoming neatly placed inside. 

“It’s her something new,” Gale answered. Her dress was something old, her mother’s diamond headband something borrowed and she had taken the time to stitch her favorite line from Blue Skies inside her skirt in blue thread. Gale cleared his throat. “She told me to pass along that you would get your gift from her…tonight.” All the girls had giggled furiously when Cass had asked him to pass along the message. There couldn’t have been a better man for the job.

“I think her asking you to tell me that is a gift all in itself, Buck.”

----

Cass was sat in front of the vanity mirror, admiring how her new necklace looked with a smile. She had already married John, had been through more life with him than any other couple she knew, but the prospect of the day still had butterflies in her stomach. It was the kind of day that flitted across her dreams as she had grown up. Wondering what kind of dress she would wear. What the ring on her hand would look like. Who would be waiting for her at the end of the aisle. Never before would she have pictured a man like John Egan but now not a day went by where she didn’t think of him and was waiting for both of them at the end of that aisle. 

“Ma’am, all the guest have been seated and Major Egan is making his way to the altar in-”

“I’d like to see him.” Maybe that was what she needed to calm her nerves. Some needed whiskey or cigarettes but she just needed John. “He doesn’t need to see me, I just need to see him.”

And that was how, on his way to walk down the aisle, he was dragged into a room and told to sit patiently while the woman in charge of ensuring this entire wedding went off without a hitch, tied black fabric over his eyes. 

“Is this really necessary?” he asked once his vision was completely obscured. 

“Yes. Mrs. Egan requested it.” Gale sighed as the woman used Cass’ new last name. It always opened the door to something unscrupulous. 

“Mrs. Egan,” John repeated with a wicked grin. “Mrs. Cassandra Ann Egan. My wife.” He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he had asked Cass to write her new name for him just so he could relish in how it looked. How naturally her wrist and fingers moved to draft the letters. It was spectacularly wonderful and he was addicted. 

“Gale? Is he successfully blinded yet?” Cass was getting impatient on the other side of the bedroom door. She could hear her husband and she could feel him. It was like torture not being able to see him or touch him. 

“Spook?” John got up and turned in the direction of her voice, his shins colliding with a coffee table almost instantly. “Motherfucker!” 

“I’m giving you two…” Gale ran through the numbers in his head. He had seen the feral acts the two of them were capable of committing in less than five minutes. Anything more than thirty seconds seemed like they would be consummating a marriage that hadn’t happened yet. “Forget it. You two wouldn’t listen to me anyways. Just remember your parents are right outside!” Gale escorted the planner out and shut the door behind him, a stillness settling over the suite.

“Cass, baby, they’re gone. Can I take this-”

“Absolutely not!” Her voice was no longer muffled as she opened the door and took in the sight of him. Her beautiful, handsome man. Hers and hers alone. The man she had fought for and lived for and loved every day no matter how treacherous. “We have done absolutely nothing the traditional way. Let me have this, please?” John never was too good at denying her anything.

“Fine, then let me have a kiss at least.” Cass gathered her skirt with a small giggle as he stood there awaiting her with his arms open. She pecked him quickly and he leaned forward in a chase for more. “I’m dying, Cass. You didn’t let me see you after dinner last night and now you’re right here in front of me and I can just tell you look heaven sent and now you want to tease me?”

“I’m just so happy right now, Johnny.” Now that name only fell from her lips when the emotions in her chest were too much to even say his name. Whether she was sad or angry or blinded by happiness. He had gotten so used to hearing John that anything different locked him in on a dime. 

“I’m happy, too. Get to marry you all over again.” He felt a little better when her hands rested on his chest, his wrapping around her waist and pulling her as close as he could. His palms could feel lace until her hips and then silk. Maybe a bow at the top of her skirt. “I love you, Cass. Making things grandly official today won’t change anything about us. We’ll still sing as loud as we can in the car and share ice cream on the beach and count stars when we can’t fall asleep.” Her soul warmed when he said the exact words she had needed to hear, not knowing how John had ached with the need to say them. 

“Those sound like the vows you should be saving for later.” 

“I can think of a thousand ways to vow to love you forever, don’t you worry.” She indulged him in a proper kiss then, careful not to mess his perfectly coiffed curls and John restraining himself from tearing at the buttons going up her spine. Everything felt heightened, John unable to anticipate her next move with the fabric covering his eyes.

“What did I do to deserve you?” she asked softly as she knocked her nose against his. “You are so beautiful, inside and out, and intellectual and selfless and meet all my weaknesses with strength...”

“Sounds like a soulmate,” he whispered. “I can’t wait to do forever with you.” 

“We deserve it, my love.”

----

John held his breath as he waited at the altar, all eyes on him as everyone waited for the orchestra to begin playing as a signal of Cass’ arrival. He fiddled with the front of his jacket, ensuring it was straight and smooth, smiling when he caught Olivia and Jill giggling at him from their spots across from him. 

“Your sister is trying to kill me with anticipation,” he whisper-yelled. 

“She’ll make it worth your time, Major,” Olivia teased. Buck clapped John on the shoulders just as the first notes of the Bridal Chorus began to sing through the grove of Spanish Moss trees. 

“Here we go,” Gale said lovingly. Everyone stood and John breathed deeply as Cass’ niece, Jessie, slowly walked down the aisle with a shy grin, tossing rose petals as she did. Her brother Sammy was next to her, two silver rings on a plush pillow in his grip. John squatted down to be at their level as they approached.

“Thank you, princess. You look so pretty.” Jessie threw her arms around him as best she could.

“Thank you, Uncle John.” She ran off to take her seat by her father just as she’d been instructed to at the rehearsal. 

“Sir.” Sammy summoned all seven years of stature he had in him to stand at attention. 

“At ease, Sammy,” John chuckled. The young boy had fancied himself a future soldier. Had been amazed when he found out John was a real pilot just like in his comic books. “My best man, Major Cleven, is going to take those rings and keep them very safe.” Gale took them gently and locked them into his breast pocket. 

“Good work, Sammy.” Buck saluted him with a smile and the little boy was off in the same direction as his sister. John stood to his full height and squared his shoulders, his eyes sharpening their focus on the ornate wooden doors that hid his love from his sight. 

And when they opened. 

And when she lifted her veiled face to look at him, finally. 

And when their eyes met and their smiles matched and the tears welled in his eyes…

Everything felt right in the world. 

Cass kept her eyes on him as she held her fathers arm down the aisle. She had to slip her bottom lip between her teeth to keep from giggling with glee at the sight of John waiting for her. As she got closer, she could see the glassiness in his eyes. He was always so strong. Her stability in this world. The man who had her back through anything with no questions asked. The one person in the universe that loved her unconditionally and with no strings attached and in the exact way that she needed to be loved.

“Do you give this woman to be married to this man?” John was itching to lift her veil and kiss her senseless now that she was this close to him. 

“I do,” her father spoke with pride.

“I love you, Daddy,” she whispered as he pulled her into a hug. 

And then finally it was just the two of them.

And then finally he was able to hold her hand and help her up the final step to stand across from him.

And then finally his shaking fingers found the lace trim of her veil and he finally exhaled as he lifted it over her head. Her eyes were full of adoration as she looked up at him. 

“Hi,” he whispered. His hands landed on her cheeks and her hands rested against his chest.

“I’ve been missing those eyes.” Her own twinkled in kind. John leaned in, he couldn’t help himself, the officiant clearing his throat to stop them.

“We are gathered here today to witness the sacred union of John Clarence Egan and Cassandra Ann Cooper,” they smirked at each other. She hadn’t gone by her maiden name in almost three years. Not since London. “We stand here to honor and celebrate the love shared between these two people, as they come together to start their new life with a solemn vow, surrounded by their closest family and friends.”

A journey of love. Their love had already survived so much. From the moment their eyes had locked on an airfield in England, it had strengthened to withstand the tests of time. Their journey had taken them to the darkest corners of humanity the world had to offer. Had forced them to make difficult decisions in the name of survival. But all those decisions had led them here. All the darkness had led to this overwhelming light. Neither of them would change a thing.

A journey of understanding. They had come together and been torn apart and brought back together. And every stage had led them to becoming a new version of the person they had fallen in love with. They worked hard each and every single day to understand who was sitting across from them. Who was looking at them through the mirror. They had been off kilter for a little while but would always find their balance. 

A journey of perseverance. This was the easiest for them to feel when they looked at each other. They were both stubborn. Bull-headed in their pursuit of survival and a life after war. Aggressively unable to give up on each other. Relentlessly devoted to the forever that they had promised each other. 

“...and dedication to one another that lasts through time. As we stand here today to mark this occasion, we remember that what matters most is not the ceremony itself, but the love and companionship you will continue to share throughout your married life together.” John squeezed her hands. “There are no vows more meaningful and powerful than those which will be shared here today. Your wedding vows are a sacred declaration of your love for each other, the foundation of your relationship as a married couple, and the life you want to build together.” Cass thanked her sister as she handed her the piece of paper her vows were on, turning back to face John and letting his gaze give her the strength to lay bare her emotions.

“John, my blue sky, my love. From the moment I saw you, I couldn’t shake you. You were the first person in a long time to see me. To see all my faults and jagged edges and not to look away but to meet them like a perfect puzzle piece. Where I am weak, you are strong and you have spent everyday making me feel loved and safe and happy in ways words cannot capture.” John used his thumb to wipe a tear from her face and stroked his knuckles up and down her cheek for good measure. “I wouldn’t trade a single moment with you for anything in the world. Even the tough ones, even the painful ones, even the ones where I thought I was going to lose you. Because we’ve already proven our love can face anything and come out stronger on the other side. That forever will only be the beginning for us. And doing life with you, John Egan, will be the honor of my life.” Cass dabbed at the tears under her eyes, John knocking his forehead against hers.

“That was so beautiful, baby. I love you so much and-”

“Major Egan, you could just say your vows.” Gale smiled. Finally someone was getting a taste of what he had dealt with. He handed John the piece of paper and sent a wink in Marge’s direction. John looked down at the paper and swallowed before handing it back to Gale.

“Bucky-”

“I’d rather just tell you, Cass, how I feel in this exact moment because I have never been more in love with you.” She giggled as he held both her hands and locked his baby blues onto her eyes. “I fall more and more in love with you every second that I am with you. You are the reason I survived everything we went through, my love. The reason I made it through to the other side was because I knew that was where a future with you was waiting for me. You had this flyboy dreaming of growing roots from the moment I saw you. From the moment I saw you at a pub with your nose buried in a book, I knew I was done for. I knew you were going to challenge me and make me work to earn your love and it was so worth it, Cass, is still so worth it. We are going to build the most amazing life together, our own little solar system, and I will fight for you and our future every day, Cass. I promise.”

“And you’ve never broken a promise,” she whispered as the tears flowed freely down her face. 

“I don’t plan on starting now, Spook…Can I kiss her yet, Father?” A gentle laugh rippled throughout the crowd around the tears they were wiping away.

“Soon, Major. Repeat after me.”

“I, John Clarence Egan, take you Cassandra Ann Egan to be my wedded wife.”

“I, Cassandra Ann Egan, take you John Clarence Egan, to be my wedded husband.”

“I promise to stand by your side through good times and bad times…”

“...for richer or poorer…”

“...in sickness and in health.”

“I vow to stay true to you and love you…”

“...unconditionally for the rest of my days.” They both finished with a smile, drifting closer and closer to each other as the words wrapped around them. There was no daylight between their torsos as she threaded her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and he locked his fingers at the small of her back.

“Do you, John Clarence Egan, take this woman to be your wedded wife?”

“I do,” he said just to her, his blue eyes molten pool of crystalline love.

“Do, Cassandra Ann Cooper, take this man to be your wedded husband?”

“I do,” her heart skipping a beat as John licked his lips. 

“It is now time for you to exchange rings. Your rings symbolize the eternal commitment that you make to each other, and the never ending circle of your love. May these rings always remind you of the commitment you are making here today.” Gale handed each of them a ring, John taking Cass’ left hand tenderly. 

“I, John Clarence Egan, give you, Cassandra Ann Egan, this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment to you.” The silver band fit perfectly on her finger, John swiping his thumb over it a few times to ensure it was real. That after everything they had been through, the two of them were right where they had always wanted to be.

“I, Cassandra Ann Egan, give you, John Clarence Egan, this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment to you.” The band looked at home on his hand. Like he was always meant to be claimed as hers. 

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may-” He wasn’t able to get the word out as their noses bumped together in the urgency to connect their lips. Cheers erupted from the guests and he held her tighter and tighter and tighter against his body and she slipped her tongue into his mouth, John groaning with ecstasy. “It is with great honor that I present you Mr. and Mrs. John Egan!” Cass giggled as John dipped her triumphantly, his lips pressed to the side of her head as they faced the adoring mass in front of them. Her one hand was gripped tightly by his, the other holding her skirt, as they made their way back to the doors that led inside. 

“Mr. and Mrs. Egan, congratulations! We have the reception area-”

“I think I need to change out of my dress, first,” Cass said to the woman but looking at John. Her fingers were already loosening his tie. “Would you like to help me, Mr. Egan?” He nodded wordlessly, catching her chin between his thumb and pointer finger. 

“Don’t wait for us to start the party, ma’am. I’m going to take my time with my wife.” 

----

The door to her suite slammed shut behind them and he was on her in an instant. They couldn’t help but laugh into each other’s lips as their noses collided, and her hair was falling out of its style and his hat landed on the ground. 

“You make me so happy,” she whispered as her fingers carded through his curls, tossed his tie to the side and slowly began to undo the buttons of his jacket. “I love you so much, John Egan. Just the way you are.” John brought his hands, delicately, to the diamond headband in her hair, lifting gently and placing it on the table by the door. 

“There was a time I would have done anything to hear you say those words.” She whined as he kissed her once then pulled away. Cass pushed his jacket off his shoulders. “I thought, after I heard them for the first time, that feeling would go away. I’d still do anything just to hear you say you love me.”

“I love you. I’m in love with you. I love you.” Her arm hooked around his neck and dragged him down to her lips, his hand fumbling to free her hair from the confines of her veil and pins. 

“If I can’t get your hair out of this riddle…” Her kisses were doing nothing to help his concentration. And her hands on his belt buckle were doing even less.

“You haven’t even seen the complex feminine garments that are under this dress yet,” she teased. 

“Cass, I’ll just fucking rip it off of you if you aren’t careful.” She reached her hand towards her hair, pulling one pin for it to cascade around her shoulders in bountiful waves. “How in God’s name…”

“You were going to get started on the buttons of my dress, Major?” 

Thankfully, he was able to compose himself long enough to undo them without tearing the lace of her dress. The release of her corset and stockings allowed her to take a full breath and John lifted her into his arms, her legs around his waist and her chest between his lips. 

“So, so beautiful,” he muttered in a daze as he laid her on the bed. “And all mine.” 

“Let me see what’s all mine,” she breathed as she sat up and kissed down his chest, his fingers undoing the buttons of his dress shirt as quickly as he could possibly manage. She paid extra to kiss exactly where his heart would be. “This right here is the part I’m most honored to have.” She pressed her hand flat and he placed his on top. 

“It’s all yours. Every last beat.” 

Their kisses were sloppy and impatient as they were both fully bare, John crawling to hover over her and kissing a long line down, down, down. He kissed her clit softly, her fingers threading into his curls instantly. He moved oh so slowly and oh so softly and with direct intention behind every flick of his tongue and curl of his finger inside of her. “All mine,” he repeated. 

“All yours, John,” she panted. Her hips lifted ever so slightly off the bed, his forearm pressing them back down into the mattress with force. 

“You’re so pretty when you cum for me.” Two of his fingers curled against the spot that made her muscles quiver. “That’s my girl.” Cass propped herself onto her elbows to look him in the eye, exactly the way she knew he liked, as his thumb pressed against her clit in the same rhythm as his fingers.

“Oh, fuck, John. Faster.” He obliged. Watched in wonder as her moan caught in her throat and her chest blossomed with the flush of her orgasm. Her hips squirmed as she came back to reality but his fingers weren’t stopping. 

“Want you to make a mess for me, baby.” Ever since he had first learned he could coax arousal from her in such a way, he had been focused on working it out of her again. “Think you could do that for me?”

“Yes, Johnny.” His fingers went deeper and faster and curled against the front of her with a sense of purpose only she would be able to inspire in him. Her hands gripped at her breasts as she moaned. 

“Good girl. Just let yourself go, baby.” She gasped as her hips bucked again, John could hear the change in his fingers pumping in and out of her. Cass was so close he could taste it. When her nails scratched at his scalp and her back arched and her toes curled, he spread her thighs even wider latched his mouth onto her. It was like drinking nectar straight from the source. She writhed against his tongue as he lapped at every drop, John’s own hips seeking friction by rutting against the matress. 

He looked absolutely sinful. Chin coated in her cum. A curl hanging down his forehead. Kissing at the inside of her thigh to make sure he didn’t miss a drop. 

“John…” She was practically out of breath as he stroked her clit one more time just to watch the way her stimulated body reacted to his touch. 

“You soaked the sheets baby. I’m so proud of you.” 

“Need you inside me,” she whimpered as John stood, pulling her to the edge of the bed. “Need my husband to fuck me.” 

“My wife needs my cock?” he asked rhetorically. She nodded, trying to move her hips forward to close the gap. He tapped her with the head of his length before teasing up and down her slit to gather her wetness. He saw stars as he pushed into her. She welcomed as much of him as physically possible, her brow furrowed and mouth agape as she watched him rock in and out of her gently. “Cass.” His hand reached to wrap around her throat as he picked up his pace. A moan escaping her lips in time with his thrusts. 

“Cum inside me, John.” He almost lost his focus at her words. They had been so careful since getting back. Not wanting a child to complicate the things they had been working through. But maybe now that all of that was behind them…

“You mean that?” He needed to be sure, his hips quickening with a mind of their own. 

“I’m cert- oh, right there.” She grabbed his wrist as he hit a particularly sweet spot deep inside of her, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. “Oh, Johnny, I’m so close.” Her own hand reached between them and began to work tight circles around her clit. John loved watching her touch herself. Had a habit of sitting behind her in a mirror and talking her through exactly how he wanted her to do it. 

His hip snapped quicker, the sounds of skin on skin and her sweet moans echoing through the room. “Get there with me, Cass, come on baby.” She knew how many thrusts away he was based on the way his forehead creased and his moans sounded strangled and he would always seek out a kiss from her. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted as he stilled and she felt a warmth filling inside her that she hadn’t experienced before. He gripped her hips and pulled her forward, burying himself inside of her to the hilt. Her breath caught in her throat with a squeak as her whole body went stiff before it was shocked back to life by her orgasm. Her moan was the sweetest song as it caressed his ears, his chest heaving as he looked where their bodies were connected. 

“Going to need to do that a couple more times before dinner,” he said, “Just to make sure I’ve gotten the hang of it.” A knock at the door broke their trance.

“We’re busy,” Cass called out lazily as John moved to drop his forearms on either side of her head. He kissed the side of her neck and she craned it to offer him more skin to love on.

“Mr. and Mrs. Egan, we’ve delayed your arrival as much as we can.” There was a very specific balance of timing for such an affair. The first dance and the dance with her father and his mother had to be cadenced perfectly with the toasts and the dinner. Not to mention the five tiered wedding cake and not to mention they had a ship that would be waiting in the morning to take them to their honeymoon. If they were any later, everything could be derailed. She knocked again.

“I am a little hungry,” Cass noted, her thumb smoothing over the crease in the middle of his forehead. “And you did promise you’d sing Blue Skies for me tonight.”

“I did, didn’t I?” She nodded. “Guess we better get you all cleaned up then.”

----

There was an empty chair at the head table the whole night because Cass refused to leave her husband’s lap. No one was surprised that they were late. That Cass’ hair was no longer in the elaborate style she had had previously. Both of their sisters certainly noticed the way her knees buckled and John tightened his arm around her waist. Gale and Marge recognizing the shade of lipstick peeking out from just underneath John’s collar. 

“And now the best man, Gale Cleven, has a few words for the lovely couple.” John whistled as Buck made his way to the microphone, Cass kissing his cheek until he got the hint and turned to kiss her.

“If any of you are new to the John and Cass solar system, I can say with authority they are like this all the time.” The crowd laughed and John raised his glass before taking a sip, Cass burying her face in his neck. “I’ve spent a lot of time with John Egan. Known him from the moment he put on that uniform, making the choice to serve his country. He is a natural pilot. A natural leader. It’s natural for him to love others but hard for him to accept their love in return.” 

“I think he’s trying to make you cry,” Cass whispered. 

“He might.” 

“When I was writing this speech, I was having trouble finding the words to describe the love these two have for each other. The love that never waivered, even on the darkest of nights. And that is because of two things. Firstly, Cass is his compass, his North Star. She guides him home. To safety, to her. To comfort and to love. In return, John chases away the shadows of the night and brings her a Blue Sky. His favorite song, that fact she stuck around after hearing his rendition should tell you all you need to know, and his favorite sentiment. That the presence of someone you love is enough to chase away all your blue days.” Buck turned and faced two of the most important people in his life. Those responsible for his survival in Germany. Who he would never be able to thank enough for getting him home to Marge. “You two gave me the strength to keep fighting. The strength to make it home to my wife. Because you two gave me the courage to believe in destiny and fate and the notion that our souls can find their other half.” 

Cass used her napkin to dab gently at the corner of her eyes, John’s hand squeezing where it rested on her knee. His eyes were focused on his friend with a look of pure love. The look of a man who had survived unspeakable horrors but had his anchor keeping him sane. One on that stage and the other in his arms.

“I love you, John. I don’t say it nearly enough,” she said with her lips pressed to his cheek. 

“Cass and John, I know you have the most incredible, love-filled days ahead of you and I cannot wait to watch the life you two build together because I know for a fact the world is a better place with your love in it. To my two favorite heathens.” Gale raised his glass, Cass blowing him a kiss and John tightly smiling and nodding in an effort to keep his emotions at bay. The flutes of champagne that were passed out went down in a single gulp, the band starting back up as Gale made his way back to the head table. 

“Gale, that was so beautiful. Thank you.” Cass untwined herself from John’s grasp to wrap Buck in a hug. “Here I was thinking you were sick of us and our antics.”

“I am sick of catching you two working on my future niece or nephew but will never tire of watching you two love each other.” Buck went to shake John’s hand but John pulled him in for a hug instead. 

“You got me through, Buck. Got me here with all these blessings,”John looked his friend in the eye, “I’ll never be able to repay that.”

“You repay me by loving your wife with all you got, every day.” Marge walked over to join them. “Hey, maybe you two even name your son after me!”

“Don’t count on it.”

----

The party showed no signs of dying down even a few hours later. Everyone was sufficiently drunk and full of cake. John had brought the house down when he sang just as Cass requested. She was giddy with her love for him.

“Get some fresh air with me?” she requested as he lifted her up and spun her around. 

“Lead the way, my love.” Cass dragged him out the door and a few yards away, dramatically dropping into the grass with a giggle and John followed suit. “Haven’t gotten to just look at the stars with you in awhile.” 

“We’ve been busy. I wouldn’t mind slowing down a little,” she murmured as her cheek rested over his heart.

“Me neither. A little time away is going to be nice.” A couple weeks on safari in Tanzania followed by a couple weeks on the beaches of Zanzibar. It sounded heavenly. 

“It’s going to be perfect.”

One year ago, they had finally escaped hell. It had taken all 365 days since to learn the new intricacies of the person lying with them. To learn their new scars. To love them as equally as the old ones. To convince each other they were safe and could let their guards down again and love each other with the same reckless abandon they had back in England. They had found their way back to each other. Found their way back into the perfect synchronous dance they had mastered. Found their way permanently nestled in each other’s hearts. No longer two separate people but a union. Two halves of a whole locked into a willing embrace for the rest of time. 

They had each other. And not a worry on the horizon.

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Daughter’s First Snowfall » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

December 6th

Pairings: Husband/Dad!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Mom!Reader with baby daughter Annie

Summary: Bucky’s and Y/N’s daughter experiences snow for the first time.

Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness, hugs and kisses, cuddling, nicknames for daughter (princess, baby girl), pet names for Y/N (doll)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

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“Bucky, look! It’s snowing!” You say excitedly, pointing at the window.

“I see that, doll.” Bucky says, pulling you closer to him to keep you warm.

“We should take Annie outside so she can play in it!” You suggested.

You felt Bucky’s body tense up and his grip tighten on you.

“Are you ok, Buck?” You asked, tilting your head back to look up at him.

“I don’t think taking her outside in the snow is a good idea.” Bucky says.

You could sense that there was something more than that.

“Why not?” You asked.

“What if she gets cold and sick?” He says.

“She has a bunch of warm clothes and if she gets sick, we’ll take care of her.” You say.

“I know, but what if…” Bucky stops himself and sighs. “What if she gets hurt?” He says.

“Does this have something to do with HYDRA?” You asked.

“No.” He says, trying to avoid eye contact with you.

“Bucky…” You cupped his stubbly cheeks. “Tell me.” You say softly.

“No it’s not HYDRA. I just don’t want her to get hurt.” He says.

“She won’t get hurt, Buck. We’ll be with her the whole time. Plus she needs to experience stuff like this.” You says.

“Ok, fine. Annie can play in the snow, but only if I can hold her.” He says.

“Of course you can hold her.” You smiled.

You gave Bucky a quick kiss on his lips before going upstairs to yours and Bucky’s 7 month old daughter’s nursery to see her sitting up in her crib.

“Hi baby girl!” You cooed, picking her up. “We’re going to do something fun!” You say with excitement.

You walked into her closet to pick out something warm for her to wear outside.

“Which one do you like more? The red one or the green one?” You asked her.

Annie let out a squeal and did grabby hands at her red outfit.

“Good choice!” You smiled.

You took it off the hanger and gently laid Annie on her changing table and changed her diaper before put her warm clothes along with a pair of mittens and a beanie on her.

“You look so warm and adorable.” You say and kissed her chubby cheek.

You went back downstairs and Bucky already had his jacket on.

“There’s dada!” You say, pointing at Bucky.

Annie squealed and did grabby hands to her daddy.

“There’s daddy’s little princess!” Bucky cooed, taking her out of your arms.

Annie immediately reached for Bucky’s dog tags and shook them around making Bucky smile while you put on your jacket and boots.

“Are you ready to play in the snow for the first time, baby girl?” You asked, cooing at Annie.

She let out a squeal of excitement and clapped her small hands together. You opened the door, feeling the cold breeze of New York air. Bucky held Annie close to him and slowly stepped outside. Annie was intrigued by the snowflakes floating in the air. She babbled as she reached for the snowflakes, catching them in her mittens.

“Those are snowflakes, Annie.” You tell her. “Do you want to stand in the snow?” You asked.

She squirmed in Bucky’s arms, letting him know that she wants down. Bucky tightened his grip on her so she didn’t fall.

“She wants to stand in the snow, Bucky.” You say.

“I don’t know, doll.” Bucky says.

“Babe, the snow isn’t going to hurt her. She wants to have fun in it.” You say.

Bucky hesitated for a moment before gently putting her feet in the snow and held her small hands in his bigger ones so she could try to walk in it. Annie was so intrigued by the snow that she stomped her feet around in the spot where she’s standing, making little foot prints in the snow. She let go of one Bucky’s hands and bent down to pick up some snow. She stared at it for a moment before throwing it across the yard and started laughing uncontrollably. You took her from Bucky’s hand and crouched down with her holding on to your knees. You picked up some snow and rolled it into a ball and handed it to Annie. She just stared at it.

“It’s a snowball, Annie.” You tell her. “Throw it at daddy.” You whispered with a grin.

Annie understood what you said perfectly cause the next thing Bucky knows was a snowball hitting his leg causing you and Annie to burst out laughing.

“Which one of you did that?” Bucky asks, looking down at the two of you and playfully squinting his eyes.

You bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from laughing. On the other hand, Annie was giggling. Bucky grins and crouched down in front of Annie.

“Do you want to see something funny, princess?” Bucky asks Annie.

Annie nods her head and squeals. Bucky picked up some snow and rolled it into a ball with a grin on his face.

“You better not—” Bucky threw the snowball at you, hitting you in the face. “James Buchanan Barnes!” You gasped.

“You’re the one who started this war. I just finished it.” Bucky says.

You opened your mouth to say something when you two heard a little sneeze. You guys looked down at Annie to see her with a red nose and rosy cheeks.

“Let’s get you inside and warmed up, baby girl.” You say.

You and Bucky took Annie inside and changed her into warm and dry clothes. You guys got settled on the couch with Annie on Bucky’s chest and put on a Christmas movie.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it, Buck?” You say.

“You were right, doll. I had nothing to worry about.” Bucky says, kissing your lips.

Your little girl let out a squeal, wanting attention from her mommy and daddy. You two smiled at her cuteness and gave her kisses all over her face which made her burst into a fit of giggles.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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[lover-of-mine]

Okay, I have been desperately trying to figure out what the blue and yellow means, right? I have been driving myself crazy.

And the other day I saw an edit and I was like "I'm stupid, I'm looking in the wrong place" but I didn't have the time to check this theory until earlier today, and now I'm losing my mind. So for this one, I'm gonna use the fact that they are using the sun on a wall and that they completed the blue and green with Buck and Eddie at the gym scene with the bottle and the towel to assume I am right, and they complete these things with other elements of the scene, wall, decoration, everything.

Okay, so, when tracking the blue and green thing so I could make this post, I kept wondering why there aren't a lot of Henren examples of it, this season has given us a few more examples, but I'm pretty sure there are only these 2 examples before season 7. But like, I didn't think much of it even though I didn't understand why.

But Anna, I thought this was about the blue and yellow, why you talking about the blue and green? Well, I think the blue and yellow is the blue and green for queer couples. Stay with me, I promise I have enough proof to create a reasonable doubt lol.

Okay, so, the other day I saw a henren edit that had their first date and I already had the yellow behind Eddie in my mind and was like, that's interesting, their first date is blue and yellow. So I had that in my head.

Then, someone is making a Karen in every episode series, and I saw a set of her in yellow and was like "wait, I need to stop looking for answers in the straight couples, buddie is a queer couple, I need to see if this is a pattern that has already been established for the other queer couple, do henren have different rules?" and yes, I think they do.

Going back to the blue and green thing for a second, the easiest couple to track the blue and green is madney. Every couple has worn blue and green, but they have been blue and green since their first scene. And while they do wear blue and green for inconsequential scenes, they are in blue and green for things like getting back together in season 6, finding out Jee is a girl, the date after Doug, the hospital after Doug, the whole Boston episode is blue and green in nature, I talk about that in more detail in my blue and green meta if you're interested.

So, assuming they are establishing the blue and yellow with henren in the same way they do the blue and green with madney, blue and yellow in important henren scenes sounded like a nice bet since the blue and yellow is present on their first date, right? And the same way Boston is inherently blue and green, tomorrow is very blue and yellow.

But you don't really think I'm telling you I established a pattern with only one episode, right? Using other elements of the scene, considering the way they are using the sun a lot with buddie, I have quite a few examples, going back down to when they accept that the IVF didn't work and that they'll be okay. I also really like the way the club in fomo is lit in blue and yellow.

But Anna, you are using the wall a lot. Yes, I am using the wall a lot. Why am I using the wall a lot? You know how madney is the guide for the blue and green? Their house is blue and green. Like decorations and stuff. Mostly the kitchen, but still. The detailing there, the pans, the blue chairs, the blue couch. Even Jee's room is greenish.

So, henren's house being yellow works, I think.

Another point towards that is the way that Buck's bi awakening is blue and yellow.

So, I'm gonna go insane and say the blue and yellow thing is the blue and green thing but queer.

But, looking at that and knowing that we are using other elements of the scene, buddie gets interesting. The earliest example I can find with henren is in 3x04 when they are discussing the IVF.

So I'm not gonna look before that BUT let's look after just for fun? So, I talked about the blue and green aspects of the grocery store scene, it's is also yellow, mostly behind Buck, there are yellow flowers on that bouquet next to Eddie. This one is a real stretch tho, I will admit that lol

Is this one a stretch? Maybe, less of a stretch than the grocery store tho.

I like this one, the summer camp scene with this interpretation. And the blue chair, and the building back there.

This one, I need to add this because of the oven and the light behind Eddie, but I admit, it's a stretch, but everything here is a stretch so lol

Poker date tho? We're getting closer lol even more when they are getting their winnings and Buck takes the red jacket off.

Also, the beer, they usually drink the genuine beer, that's yellow, and the coming out scene had a blue labeled beer.

BUT my question is actually about the will reveal. Because this scene is undoubtedly blue and yellow.

So, if I'm right, what does this mean for this scene? Because this scene looks like a love confession, sounds like a love confession, AND was talked about as Eddie saying he loves Buck to the core. I have many questions now. But I will accept this so I can stop thinking about it.

Anyway, this is my current theory on the blue and yellow.

As always, if you read this, I love you 💜

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[my-corneroftheworld]

Child without love

Summary: Namor finds a marine biologist with the powers to control water and deep knowledge of the sea and is intrigued.

Word count: 1,2k

Tags: Smut in later chapters (no minors allowed), "water-bender" reader x Namor after the events from Wakanda forever, possessive Namor, mutant reader, talk of climate change, asphyxiation, the deep sea being a bit scary, war, violence, harsh language, Wakanda forever spoilers, the usage of y/n, angst, afab reader

Ps. Thank you for all the support!!! I will try to release the chapters weekly from now on. :) As usual, I accept any constructive criticisms in the comments

Masterlist

Chapter 2

At first, I felt cold then I felt a searing pain in my head. When I opened my eyes I was greeted by strings of fluorescent lights hanging from a cave ceiling. Glow worms? I looked around seeing that I was in a tent-like structure made out of rope nets. As soon as I sat up, trying to regain any kind of information as to how I got here. Then it hit me. That man knocked me out! The nerve! Another pulse of that searing pain came over me. I hissed and brought my hand up to my head as a result. Gosh, it hurts. If I get a life-altering concussion then I am suing. Although I am not sure how you sue a possible undercover mutant agent.

I looked around and suddenly realized that I'm not in my swimsuit. In fact, I am in an intricately embroidered brown dress with green accents which means someone changed me whiles I was unconscious. Panic creeps up in me. What is going on?! Before I can think any further I hear a shy voice call out.

I quickly turn around and I see this light blue-skinned girl with a mask over her mouth. She called out again in what I would assume is her language. She walked closer to me and looked at me with her soft brown eyes and then at the bowl of fruits she was holding. She reached out and called once more.

"Is this for me?" I ask while motioning the food to me. She pushes the bowl to me once more. I hesitantly grab a yellow fruit and examine it. It may be poisonous but what can do I? I don't know where I am or if I can find my way home and I'm so hungry. I take a bite. It was tangy and sweet. I kinda liked it. She put the bowl next to me and said something then motioned towards the exit and began walking. I watched her until she stopped and looked at me.

"You want me to follow you?" I asked motioning toward the exit. She said something and waited so I followed her. The cave was gorgeous and surrounded by little vibrant pools of water. She walked me to a little cabin. Once there she opened the curtain entrance to the cabin and waited. Assuming she wanted me to go inside, I went in and she left.

The first thing I noticed was the murals on the walls. It was beautifully painted and upon further inspection, I realized it looked Mayan-inspired though I can't say I'm an expert. Come to think of it, his earrings and jewelry remind me a lot of the ones on these figures in the murals. I noticed a small table filled with more fruits, a bed, and baskets as well as a big ceramic vase. I looked at each of the murals and saw how they portrayed different stories. I was so invested that I nearly stepped foot in a bowl of paint. When I looked up at the mural in front of me, I saw a Mayan warrior fighting a big panther. It seems to be the latest in the collection.

"Do you like it?"

I knew that voice. I turned and saw him. He had more clothes than last time, wearing what seemed to be a shawl. "I do," I answered. "Though I wonder. Did you really kidnap me so that you can show off your room?" He chuckled a little. "No...no I have more important matters to discuss than paintings. Please sit." He motioned to the chair closest to me. I sat down.

"I have watched you for quite some time now." He hands me a glass, I accept it and hesitantly drink. Taste like some kind of tea. " I know of your frustrations with your line of work, constantly being pushed aside for a "quick buck" as you put it." He looked up at me and continued.

"I also know that the only thing that seems to calm you is the sea, the currents' pull is something you greatly appreciate. I believe this is our common interest." He takes a sip of his tea and I find my eyes lingering on his lips. "I fear the leaders of the surface are hoping to take my home's resources and my ally may not be willing to take the necessary actions to protect it. That's where you come in. If we can develop your powers more, it could be the asset we need to keep the leaders of your world from further plundering and polluting our seas."

Wait what does he mean by "leaders of the surface"? Are we not in a cave somewhere? I feel my heartbeat rising. We're underwater. How deep? As if on cue I realize that the nausea and discomfort I've been feeling were not from the hit but from under water pressure. "Who are you? And what is this place?" I ask. He leans back on this chair and takes a deep breath before answering.

"I go by many names. My people call me Auh Ku'kulkan but my enemies call me Namor... As for where we are" He stands up and walks to my side of the table till he's right next to me and staring me down. I kept eye contact. I wish I could say it was because of fear to look away but something was telling me that that was not the only reason. His eyes were drawing me in and I felt a need to follow. "We are in an underwater cave closest to my home, Talokan." He turns away and looks towards the murals. "We have stayed hidden for centuries. Away from those who seek to exploit us and what we have. But recent events have forced us to consider revealing ourselves." He begins to walk back to his seat. "Of course now that you know this I cannot let you leave regardless of your personal wishes." with that he sat down.

"What happens if I refuse to help you?" I asked.

"You will remain here till you die. If you try to escape you will be killed." He said bluntly and took a bite of one of the fruits by the table. My shoulders sank. Is this all real? A fish man and an underwater civilization at the brink of war with the world above and he's asking for me to choose between living as his soldier or imprisonment? This is too much to take in. Seeing my internal struggle he takes my hand in his. "I am not asking of anything that you will regret but I understand that you may need time to process the idea. I will give you a day." He calls out in another language and the blue-skinned woman comes in. They converse and then he turns to me and says.

"This is Zyanya. She will be your caretaker and show you where you will stay." He then motions for me to go which I do. Zyanya brings me back to the tent but this time it's covered in big tapestries so you can no longer see the worms from inside. I move towards the bed and begin to take off my jewelry. Reality starts to set in. How am I going to leave? Will I ever be able to see my friends again? I begin to tear up until finally, I break down and cry like I've never done before. I feel Zyanyas hand rubbing my back. Am I ever going to be free from this?

#namor x reader #mcu namor #ku'kulkhan mcu x reader #namor x you #namor x y/n

[mvltisstuff]

hello again, i’ve requested a few times (the feels and sweet nothing) and i was hoping i could request again? (i think i might add an emoji at the end bc i love your writing and will keep requesting as much as you allow ❤️❤️) anyway, i hope you’re doing well and things are going good.

i was wondering if i could request a buck fic where is partner is an artist and he finds a sketchbook of sketches of him and when he asks about it they talk about how pretty he is and how deserves to be appreciated and just making him feel super loved with it. thank you if you get to it and ofc no troubles if you don’t. take care 🥰

also is 🚒 good for a way to recognize me??

wasteland, baby! - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

a/n: omg you always have such creative ideas! i love receiving requests so always feel free :)) 🚒 = ❤️‍🔥 i also won’t be posting as frequently for the next few weeks due to finals, but after that i’ll be posting a ton!!

buck had come over to y/n’s apartment after his shift for dinner, and the scent of thick acrylic paint and primer had stung at his nostrils. he began to love the smell, as he knew that it meant she was around. he had let himself in with his key, taking in all of the perfectly placed plants and artwork on the walls.

she had a canvas that was almost complete, with just a few finishing touches. buck had walked over to it to examine. her talent was extraordinary. he knew it was out of this world, and the way she was so proud of her pieces his made his heart swell up with love.

“hi, buck!” y/n says, beginning to walk out of the hallway from her room to her art. she was wearing a pair of dark green pants and a white t-shirt which somehow complimented her beautifully. her face had small specks of blue and red on her cheeks and black and grey streaks on her shirt. “sorry it’s such a mess in here, but doesn’t this look great?”

“no, don’t worry about the mess, but how long did that take? it’s amazing!” buck stutters a big, not being able to comprehend how art like that could come out of her hands.

“thank you, love,” she replies, taking his belongings and placing them down for him. “how was work today? anything good?”

“just a normal old day, but you know it’s the 118.”

“it is never normal at the 118,” y/n smiles and gives him a cheek kiss before going to wipe her face off. buck goes to sit down in her living room on the couch, and she follows behind him with a quick change of shirt. she placed a small pizza in the oven to cook for them, and cuddled up next to him while they told each other stories about their day.

“it was wild, y/n,” buck starts. “i mean this woman literally rose from the dead after like 15 minutes, after being under a street. oh! you’re going to love this- and we saved some puppies in a sewer.”

“oh my god, are they ok?”

“they’re all fine, but i’m not sure if we are right now.”

“what do you mean?” she asks, slowly and carefully.

“you don’t smell something burning?”

she takes a deep inhale and looks over to her smokey kitchen. it wasn’t too bad, but definitely enough to make it inedible. “shit! fuck, i forgot about it!” she says, bouncing the pan up and down while trying not to burn herself.

y/n was busy discarding of the pizza when buck looked over at her with joy. he had a cheeky smile on his face and was laughing at the forgetfulness of both of them. he looked back down in front of him and the coffee table, and he saw a book that y/n always has on her. she brings it to work, to her family, anywhere she goes, she has it. it was her beloved sketchbook, filled with hundreds of small doodles and big pieces. buck has seen a lot of things in it, admiring each one before he comes across a bookmarked section.

when he flips the pages of the book, he notices that the person that is sketched and shaded looks particularly familiar. he makes note of the sharp nose and soft, but hard jaw. he sees the famous birthmark on the side of his face. he’s never looking right on, though. he’s always focused on something or has a light grin on his face. buck knows these are of him, but he doesn’t think he had any importance to be the top drawing in her book.

y/n walks back in to greet her boyfriend, “i think we might just have to ord-“ she looks at the sketches that she had put on that paper. a heat rose up into her face, reddening her cheeks and making her feel a sense of embarrassment.

“a-are these me?” buck asks, quietly. y/n nods, slowly, praying that she didn’t make him uncomfortable and that she will see him again tomorrow. “i-um..”

“you don’t have to say anything, buck. i never meant for you to see those and if you don’t like them, i’ll never do it again i swear. you just, you’re so beautiful, buck. and i love to draw beautiful things.”

“i just don’t know what to say, these are so good. i feel like you know me more than i know myself,” he says, chuckling a bit.

“you like ‘em?”

“i love them,” buck says.

“good, i just couldnt stop myself. you are always so pretty, no matter what and i want you to know that, so i tried to convey it through this. i was going to show you eventually, but i wanted to do more.”

“why me, though? you could draw anyone,” buck asks.

“no one else is you! you might have a pretty face and all but there is really nothing more beautiful than your soul. you are filled with so much love and sweetness and i’ve been dying to find a way to show you, because you are loved, evan. i love you and i wanted to put my two favorite things together. not a day goes by where i have anything but love for you.”

suddenly, the feeling in bucks chest is rising stronger, feeling like it’s going to burst. when it does, he has strong riptides of tears in his eyes. with a pure smile on his face, he passionately leaves a kiss on her lips, and he feels loved for the first time.

growing up, his parents never showed him love. he always begged for it from everyone he knew, and now he feels like it isn’t deserved. but someone, y/n made him feel like he will forever be worthy of love. and he will never forget how she fixed him for the best.

#911 #911onfox #bobby nash #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buckley fanfic #evan buck buckley x reader #evan buckley x reader #athena grant #henrietta wilson #howie han #maddie buckley

[tempestuous-lush]

October 31 November 1 | costumes, anonymous sex, size difference | Bucky

18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI FFS

summary: You and Bucky meet at the Halloween party for the avengers. He quickly takes an interest and you end up in his bedroom. Happy late halloween and I hope we all enjoy.

warnings: anonymous sex, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (male and female receiving), some anal play, shibari, dom!bucky (more like daddy bucky help), some definite cock worship, orgasm denial, there is some size difference hints, fluff.

side notes: Have I mentioned I love Sebastian Stan? Writing this had me taking breaks. Hence the day late. That being said, the two kinktober fics I didn't get to will come later, just not under the guise of kinktober. Because let's be honest, this is my wheelhouse anyway so I will keep writing it. Also, I didn't proof read it. Sorry. And, here you go @sweetieswiftie and @castlesnchurches.

You did this to entertain a friend who had just gotten dumped.

You didn’t think the two of you would get in.

There was a Halloween party at the Avengers compound. Your friend only found out about it because one of her friends got an invite. It consumed your friend’s thoughts. All she could think of was running into Thor, everyone’s favorite himbo.

You kept those thoughts to yourself because everyone always looked at you like you grew an ear on your forehead when you said it out loud. And that’s how you got here. You were leaning against the bar waiting for your turn to order a drink.

Meanwhile, across the room, Bucky couldn’t look away from you. Your costume was definitely not something he expected to see tonight, and you wore it VERY well. You were wearing black pumps, stocking covered legs disappearing beneath a rather form fitted military green pencil skirt, a khaki button up shirt tucked into it with a matching tie around your neck, your long hair pulled up in victory curls and a curled ponytail, with a military green WW2 nurses hat. Apart from that, your lips were painted cherry red and your large doe eyes framed with impossibly long dark lashes. You were essentially the image of what he dreamed about so many of those nights during the war, and his mouth ran dry at the thought of going to talk to you. Let alone like this. In a fucking Captain America costume.

Fucking bets,Bucky thought to himself.

It didn’t take long for Sam to figure out what Bucky was staring at, either.

A slow chuckle came out as he followed Bucky’s eyeline to you before clearing his throat, “Buck, if you don’t go talk to her, do you mind if I do?”

Bucky laughed along with Sam until his face relaxed in a smile, and he gave him a pat on the back that was more than friendly, “Yeah, man. Go for it.”

You were absentmindedly rolling a cherry along your lip, waiting for your drink to be made, when someone walked up beside you, “I think that you must be feeling lonely.”

You slowly tilt your head to the side to see him. The favorite himbo. It’s not like you don’t get it. He is definitely attractive. But from what you’ve seen of him, the attraction ends there. You bite the cherry and smile before responding, “Well, that’s why I am ordering a drink. To lower my inhibitions to the point where I don’t care that my friend is over there trying to hit on Steve Rodgers. But she’d love you, though. Couldn’t stop talking about hopefully seeing you.”

Thor followed your eyeline to your friend, who went for a very slutty faerie costume and wore it extremely well. Her very ample cleavage was highlighted with glitter, and it definitely caught Thor’s attention. You watched him scoop up his beer before heading that way, not saying a single other thing to you. You watched her face react as he walked over. That was when your drink arrived, and you turned your attention over to a Dirty Shirley.

As you took a sip, someone walked up next to you, and you heard a smooth voice order water.

You didn’t pay much attention to it until you caught a bit of color from the corner of your eye. Stars and stripes, but not Captain America. You had to look to see who it was, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. Someone was wearing the original Captain America costume. What you didn’t know what that it was the actual original costume. And wearing it was the Winter Soldier.

Bucky’s mouth lifted in a shy smile as you laughed and he couldn’t help but ask, “What’s so funny, doll?”

You took a sip of your drink before commenting, “Come on.”

“No really, what?”

Those blue eyes were impossible to not look into as you answered, “Your costume. We are dressed from the same era, cap.”

“…Bucky.”

“What?”

“My name…Bucky.”

“Bucky?”

Bucky groaned as you started trying to hide a smile. He should have gone with James. He knew better. Before you could say anything, he quickly added, “It’s a nickname. So.”

“So, Bucky, Buck? I like that more.” Bucky smiled softly as you played with the nickname on your lips before you asked, “Are you just a really big Captain America fan?”

“…yeah, I suppose you could say that.” Bucky wasn’t necessarily lying. Steve was his best friend. And the only reason his ass lived to see another day.  

By this point, your drink was empty, and you had that comforting warmth spread across your face as you felt yourself relax just a bit. Holding onto the bar and leaning over, you quickly snapped back and looked up at Bucky, “Well, if it helps, you definitely have a much better ass than Captain America.”

Bucky’s eyes grew a little larger before his tongue ran across his teeth in response. A smile grew on his face as he answered, “I absolutely cannot wait to tell him that.”

“Are you trying to tell me that you know Captain America?”

At that moment the bartender came back over and asked if you’d like another drink. You thought about it for a second, “Just one, but could you make it with a double pour of vodka?”

The bartender nodded and started to make your drink as you turned your attention back to Bucky. Bucky decided to shift the attention to you, “Well, you know I’m a fan of Captain America. Are you just a really big fan of World War 2? Or of nurses?”

It took you a second before you realized and answered honestly, “I’m actually a nurse. However, my grandmother did serve in the war as a nurse. It’s how she met my grandfather, actually. This is her actual hat. Came here without expecting to. My friend found out she got cheated on. She dragged me out here and I needed a costume. Had everything for this, in some shape or another. She’s the barely dressed faerie covered in body glitter”- you went to point her out and was a bit shocked to find her with Thor – “who made very little time in getting her tongue down Thor’s throat. As much as I didn’t want to come, at least I’m not working tonight’s shift. Nothing could be worse than being in the ER on Halloween night. But, to answer your question, I suppose I am a fan of both.”

Bucky sipped at his water and decided to take a seat. It appeared you were open to conversation with him at this point. You noticed, though you weren’t necessarily against it. Your drink was sat in front of you, and you smiled at the bartender before saying thanks.

“So, you weren’t wanting to come here tonight?”

“Oh no, I’m not very big on parties.”

Bucky swiveled in the barstool to face the crowd, his elbows resting on the bar top as he leaned back and looked at you, “And what would you rather be doing?”

“It depends.”

“On what?”

“Can I be honest without you judging me?”

“Of course, doll.”

You smiled a bit and tried to hide the effect of him calling you doll by taking another sip of your drink. He still noticed. Though, Bucky kept that fact to himself as you answered, “Burrowed under my favorite blanket on my couch, watching Outlander in my pajamas while eating takeout. Preferably from the Honduran place right down the road. I love a good fried plantain.”

Bucky laughed before responding, “So, literally the complete opposite of what we have happening here.”

“Yeah, something like that.”

At about the same time, Steve found Sam, “Hey man, have you seen Bucky anywhere?”

“Yeah actually. At the bar, but I wouldn’t interrupt. Pretty sure he bruised my back earlier when I joked about going over there.”

Steve looked over and saw Bucky and shook his head. The man always did have a type back in the day. He didn’t expect someone to come in wearing it to a t, though. He smiled a little. Bucky definitely needed this, even if it didn’t necessarily go anywhere. You and Bucky were the only ones unmoving at the bar, passing the next hour in conversation until Bucky had an idea, “Want to take a look around, doll?”

“Wouldn’t we get in trouble?”

“Not at all. You’d be with Captain America, remember?”

You laughed and took hold of his offered hand. When he pulled you to stand, you landed on your feet pressed against him. You decided you enjoyed it. Your voice was a bit shaky as you looked up at him, “Well then, I can’t argue against that. Besides, I’d follow that superior ass anywhere, Buck.”

Bucky’s eyes darkened a bit as he looked down at you, before leaning in and whispering, “Good to know, doll.” The way his breath landed on your skin with the feeling of his stubble grazing your neck, you felt shivers. However, you were snapped out of it as he stepped away, giving your hand a light tug as the two of you left the party area.

About another forty minutes later and you found yourself pinned against the wall of a bedroom; a bit breathless as Bucky’s mouth came crashing down on yours. The feel of his tongue moving against yours was positively delicious and you wanted more. Your shaky fingers undid the chin strap of his head piece and then pulled back on the head piece, dropping it on the floor. He pulled back. You smiled a bit wickedly before commenting, “You’re definitely better looking than Captain America, too,”

“Oh doll, I definitely can’t wait to tell him you said that.” And at that he kissed you again before lowering his head to kiss along your neck, teeth grazing at the sensitive spot just below your ear. The feeling had you moan, and Bucky used his lips to suck the same spot, causing your breath to catch in your throat, your hands threaded through his hair urging him onwards.

He stilled when he realized something, “I don’t even know your name, doll.”

“I think I prefer you calling me doll, Buck. That’s what I want you to treat me like, tonight, anyway. Your doll. To do with as you wish.”

“Careful what you wish for, doll.”

“Oh, but I have been, Buck. So, show me exactly what you want to do.”

Bucky’s metal arm traced the curves of your shape before finding the slit at the back of your pencil skirt. Eyes never leaving you, he gave a vicious pull. Just like that, you skirt was gone in tatters. The only proof of it left was the band that wrapped around your waist. Your heart rate picked up and your legs pressed together. Why was that so hot?

Bucky’s hand trailed along your legs, admiring them now that they were exposed to him. His fingers stopped at the soft lace tops where the clips of your garter belt held them in place, “I quite like these doll. They’re gonna look so nice when I’m deep inside you, legs wrapped around me. But there’s still more of you to see, isn’t there?”

You nodded feebly as his other hand traced the line of your jaw before he kissed you again. This time he didn’t break the contact as he ripped at the fabric of your shirt. He continued pulling away the scraps until you were wearing nothing more than your black balconette bra, black lace panties, and garter with stockings and shoes. It wasn’t lost on you when he took a step back and gently placed your hat off to the side. Then, he looked at you again and you suddenly felt so exposed since he was still very much covered.

Nodding at his outfit, you asked plainly, “Aren’t you going to let me see you?”

“Oh, I’m right here to undress, doll.”

You took a step forward and slowly worked on the top of his outfit until it was off, your eyes falling on the metal of his arm. Your breath hitched as you looked up at him. You were curious to know what exactly happened, but you realized it was not the time or place. However, for some reason, you felt drawn to place a kiss on it gently. Bucky’s nerves at what your reaction might be dissipated immediately at the act. Fuck me, she is perfect.

He made a mental note to definitely get your name once this was all said and done before your hands began to work on his pants. Unable to get them undone, you kneeled down and palmed him over the pants as your free hand worked. When you looked up at him with mischief all over your face, he thought he could cum just like this.

Then, you finally got his pants undone and slowly pulled down, freeing his cock.

You grew wet looking at it. It was perfect. You stopped pulling down his pants, leaving them around his knees. Looking back up at him, a smile graced your lips as you took hold of him at the base. Slowly, you licked and sucked the precum from the head of his cock and Bucky’s head fell back at the contact. Emboldened, you took him into your mouth slowly, your tongue massaging the underside as you did. He hissed a bit before murmuring, “Fuck, doll. That mouth of yours. I look so very forward to using it tonight.”

You were choking on him, and you only had a little over halfway of him in your mouth. As you went to pull back his hand grabbed the base of your neck and held you there instead. Your eyes were watering and drool was leaking from the corners of your mouth. With a bit of a smile, he slowly pulled his cock back just enough for you to gasp air before tilting his hips and rocking back into your mouth. He did it again and again, starting to gain speed, until he was fucking your mouth. He was giving you praise, “You look so beautiful like this doll, those full red lips stretched around my cock. Bet you didn’t see yourself here tonight, did you?”

A choked moan escaped you and Bucky had a blissed out look on his face, the vibrations of your moan feeling like heaven against his cock.

“Why don’t you use those hands to tend to the rest of me, doll?”

Immediately understanding, you wrapped one hand the lower end of his shaft, your drool giving more than enough lubrication as your other hand cupped his balls. As you began to stroke him, that combined with your mouth had Bucky under a spell, “Fuck doll. Never felt something so good in my life. You’re taking care of my cock so good, aren’t you?”

Another moan escaped you at his words. You weren’t sure what was coming over you. Never before had you actually enjoyed giving a blowjob, but you were a wet mess for him right now. Bucky looked down at you with admiration and lust. The sight of your eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head as tears slowly rolled down your cheeks nearly undid him, the taste of his precum on your tongue evidence of that. Then, he pulled out of your mouth entirely, and you felt the loss more than you wanted to admit.

Bucky gently pulled at your hair to guide you to stand, and when you did his metal hand wrapped around your throat as he kissed along your neck, “I’m so curious how turned on you are just by sucking my cock, doll.”

You felt the warmth of his flesh as his fingers trailed along your inner thighs. He felt the slick of your arousal before he reached the lacy of your underwear, “Oh doll”- a sudden move and your panties joined the rest of your clothes on the floor, his fingers slowly sinking into you as you gave a cry –“this messy pussy is all because of me, isn’t it?”

All you could do was nod as his fingers started working you over, the sounds of your pussy taking his fingers loud and messy, breathy moans coming out of you as he continued.

“You love taking care of my cock, don’t you doll?”

As you finally worked up the ability to answer, his palm came into contact with your clit and you mewled, “Y-yes…pl-please Buc-Bucky…”

“Please what, doll?”

“I’m so…m’so close.”

Bucky pulled his fingers from you, your walls tightening to desperately try to keep him there, and as you whimpered at the loss, he gave gentle shushes while slowly circling your clit, “It’s alright doll. I’m gonna make you feel so good once you take care of me. Thoroughly. I’m gonna make you so cockdumb that messy pussy of yours is going to milk me dry, yeah?”

With that, he stopped his ministrations and led you to the bed. As you climbed onto it, your legs shaking, Bucky instructed rather simply, “Hang your head off the side doll.”

As you did, his hands quickly pushed the cups of your bra down, the heaviness of your breasts falling out. You vaguely heard him say, “I look forward to seeing my dick between these perfect tits of yours doll.”

Before you could fully think about that though, you saw him finish taking those pants and boots off before he nudged your lips with his cock, and you opened for him. You weren’t aware just how much being in this position opened your throat until he got much more of his cock in until you gagged, giving him the stopping point. And then, he began to move. You were lost in the action, moans coming through as you realized what you must look like right now. He was fucking your mouth as you lay on the bed, and you were loving it. The sounds were even turning you on.

Thinking about his hand earlier, your fingers slowly ventured to your clit, and you let out a loud, smothered moan as you pressed against it. That caught Bucky off guard, and he slowly stuttered to a stop, cumming towards the back of your throat. You swallowed every last bit of it.

Much to your confusion, he pulled back and walked away, disappearing around a corner. You flipped over, pushing up from the bed before you called out, “Buck?”

He was back after a few moments and that was when you saw what was in his hands. Rope. Bucky smiled wickedly at your nervous expression before he kissed you again and explained, “You said you’re mine to use tonight doll. To do with as I wish. That also means your pussy is mine for tonight…and I didn’t say you could touch it, now did I?”

A heat spread across your face as you shook your head no.

“That’s what I thought, doll.”

After a swift time, you were firmly tied up. The ropes were wrapped multiple times around your thighs and linking them to your waist so that you were unable to stand up if you tried. To further force your ass into the air, you had more rope tied around your wrists and pulling you down, anchoring them to the bed frame.

“Mmm doll, you look absolutely perfect. And, like this, I can use every part of you I want to without your interference. What do you think about that, hmm?”

You didn’t answer and Bucky gave a slap against your ass cheek, before running his fingers along your folds, “When I ask a question, I expect an answer, doll.”

Pulling against the rope, you felt the bite of it in your skin and it only turned you on more before you answered, “I think I want to feel your fingers again, Buck.”

“Greedy doll.”

You could hear the approval in Bucky’s voice, though, and he gave you what you wanted. The warmth of his fingers ran along your folds more until he slowly sank his ring and middle fingers into you. You let out a moan and then, “Just your fingers feel so good Bucky.”

He was going at a lazy pace, enjoying the way your pussy sounded as he sank those two fingers into you. You were so tight around just that and he knew once his cock was inside of you, you would be screaming his name at the stretch he would give you. Bucky was so curious to see how you taste, though. So, he pulled his hands back and when you opened your mouth to protest, you felt the weight shift on the bed and his warm breath fell on your clit. Then, he slowly ran his tongue along your pussy and hummed in appreciation at the taste.

His tongue delved into your pussy as his hand snaked around your waist to press on your clit, rolling it with his fingers and he continued lapping up your arousal greedily. Incoherent moans fell out of your mouth, unable to even begin expressing how good his tongue and fingers felt. Then his tongue fell on your clit, his hand falling away, and you were so close. However, Bucky could feel it, and backed away.

He decided to distract you instead, “Tell me doll…”

His fingers dipped into you and came back out covered in your arousal, playing with the tightness of your ass, “Just how much of you can I do with as I wish?”

A moan ripped through you as his finger slowly massaged and began to push against your asshole, slowly sinking into you, “…all of me.”

“Is that right, doll?”

You were moaning once again as his free hand began fingering you again, the other still slowly delving into your ass. Bucky was pleasantly surprised with just how much you were willing to let him do, and he wasn’t going to let this go without praise, “Look at you, taking me like a good doll. You’re enjoying this aren’t you, doll?”

He eased off of your pussy again right before you released, letting you cool off before continuing. You didn’t have to answer. And to be honest, you weren’t sure that you could. This felt so good and if you tried to answered, it would just be a mess. Eventually, he worked his entire finger inside of your ass and after you grew accustomed, he began moving it in tandem with his other hand and you would fall limp if only you were able, “Mmm Bu-Bucky, please le-let me cum”- you moaned as he picked up speed –“pleas, please!”

It wasn’t his original plan but fuck if you were so hot like this. You were being such a good doll for him, too, that he didn’t want to deny you. And soon, you were screwing your eyes shut and your breathing was picking up before you cried out for him and your eyes opened, seeing nothing but white as your orgasm ripped through you.

You felt the loss of his hands, but soon you realized the head of his cock was pressed against your slick folds, running along them slowly. As you let out a gasp, Bucky nearly growled, “I’m nowhere near finished with you yet, doll.”

And with that, he sunk his entire length into you, and you let out another moan at the sensation as he let out a praise, “That pretty pussy is so tight for me, doll.”

Slowly me pulled out and thrust back in and you let out a cry as he brushed your cervix and soon, he was picking up a brutal pace. All that could be heard were both of your moans and the sound of his skin slapping against yours. You felt too good for him to try and deny you now. So, as he slammed into you and you could feel your orgasm approaching, you expected him to deny you and when he didn’t it slammed into you, and you were crying out for him again. He didn’t relent as you came, and instead reached his hand around your hip to play with your clit as he fucked you to a whole new high. Your next orgasm came fast and just as he said, you were an incoherent, cockdumb mess and with the way your pussy was spasming around him he came deep inside of you without a second thought.

Bucky was still deep inside of you as he leaned over and kissed you gently on your shoulder before gently pulling out.

With a smile, he walked around the bed and freed your hands before kneeling before your face on the bed. Your eyes were heavily lidded, and your face was full of bliss and Bucky smiled at you before running his thumb along your lower lip, “Open for me, doll.”

Riding the effects of your orgasm high, you simply did as he asked and you eagerly licked his half hard cock, admiring the way that you tasted with him before slowly sucking him. You continued doing so until you could feel his cock responding, partially wondering why he had so much damn stamina.

Bucky murmured something that you couldn’t hear before he gently pulled away and undid the ropes holding you. Just as gently, he flipped you over onto your back and spread your legs. A blush spread over your face and chest as you felt his previously release begin to trickle from you and you couldn’t think of anything else to say other than a sheepish, “Hey.”

Bucky licked his lips before smiling shyly back at you, “Hey.”

You suddenly felt so exposed, and you were hoping he wasn’t judging you, so you quickly said, “I normally don’t do this.”

Bucky stilled as he lined up his now hard cock with you, “Have sex?”

“No!” You realized you shouted it a bit and winced which caused Bucky to laugh a bit as you took a breath, “I normally don’t have sex with men I’ve just met. I just…don’t want you to think less of me is all.”

“Mmm doll, that just means I have had the absolute luckiest night.” Bucky slowly sank into you, his arm reach for your leg and guiding it to wrap around him. This felt so much more intimate. Bucky slowly thrust into you, his lips falling on yours before he continued, “The luckiest night, with quite possibly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, doll.”

And just like that, you spent the rest of the night with Bucky, his stamina finally giving out a few hours later and at that point you fell asleep in his arms.

Once the sun rose you were wakened by the bright light. Looking around, you realized Bucky had an arm slung over you and that was when you saw the clock by the bed. It was eleven in the morning?! You felt a panic building. You were supposed to start your shift roughly two hours ago.

You slowly worked your way out from under Bucky’s arm and looked around, realizing your clothes were not an option to leave in. Also, you remembered last night and realized that was definitely proof of Bucky all over your thighs. Shit. Looking around, you spotted a bathroom and was relieved that he had a shower. You made quick work of cleaning yourself up, doing your best to not dwell on how fantastic his soap smelled, jumping out and drying off. Then, you looked at his dresser and tentatively opened the top one and sighed in relief when you saw he had t shirts in there.

Pulling one over your head, you were happy it was black to hide the fact that you weren’t necessarily wearing a bra. Then, you found sweatpants and pulled them on, tying the drawstring tightly around your waist. All you needed to do was get to the room the party was in last night to grab your purse with your phone and keys. Creeping over to the door, you looked back at Bucky. You weren’t sure if you should wake him up or not.

After a few moments, you slipped out of the door with your heels in hand, a sheet of scratch paper on the nightstand with your name and number, along with a quick ‘aka doll’ scribbled beneath it.

Getting a bit turned around, you quietly went through a door and when you turned around to walk forward you came to a sudden stop. There, eating what appeared to be a brunch spread, were Captain America, Black Widow, Bruce Banner, Captain Marvel, Thor, Antman, and a few other Avengers that you didn’t recognize. They silently looked at you as you silently looked at them. Then, coming through the door in just sweatpants was Bucky.

“Mmm, good morning doll.”

His arm reached around your waist and pulled you closer, kissing you thoroughly. You felt a blush spread across your face, considering the audience. Bucky though? He smiled cheekily before adding, “I like you in my clothes. Only thing better is you out of them.”

At that, the audience watching the both of you suddenly resumed eating their food as though they weren’t eavesdropping, loudly resuming their conversation.

"You forgot this." Bucky brandished your hat and you took it with a warm smile, "Thank you, but also I'm very late for work."

“Stay for food and I’ll bring you home myself so you can get ready, then I'll take you to work.”

“Bucky, I don’t know how that’s going to help my situation.”

“Well”- he pulled you closer and you felt his hand pressed flatly against your back beneath the shirt you wore –“maybe they’ll be more forgiving when the winter soldier tells them it is his fault you are late, as he needed your help with official avengers business. What do you say?”

Your eyes grew large when you realized what he said. Holy shit. You had sex with the winter soldier. Well, at least that explains the stamina. Bucky chuckled at your face as you realized, and he leaned down and kissed you once, twice, three times. Then, he gently guided you to sit at the table with that hand on your back before he disappeared to get you a plate of food.

#kinktober 2022 #bucky x you #bucky barnes smut #dom!bucky #shibari #hope everyone enjoys

[sapphicvalentines]

☆Baby,the stars shine bright☆

pt2 ,pt1

inspired by the 'kamikaze girls',♡ always had unconditional love for lolita fashion and nothing else but when she met ellie,an auburn haired girl whos part of a gang with a dad's fashion sense ,her love for clothes begins to compete with her growing feelings for ellie.

strangers to friends to lovers,love-hate friendship,ellie is into reader♡ but reader♡ shows no interest (in the beginning),opposite aesthetics,early 2000s

fluff,wlw

wc: 2k

"Jesus Christ !" the girl exclaimed when you showed her a small room full of neatly piled clothes. White T-shirts, jerseys, tracksuits, jackets, and even shoes were spread out everywhere. The motorcycle girl's eyes lit up brighter than the room.

"all of this, and here I thought I would have leftovers," she said. Her authoritative demeanor instantly vanished when she chuckled, and she felt like she was entering the gates of heaven as she walked into the room.

You let her meticulously inspect the fake clothes one by one, trying to find what she had initially come for.

"Is this all yours?" She noticed your silence and assumed you were used to seeing this type of luxury compared to her.

"of course," you assured, trying not to seem suspicious at all. You didn't even know where your dad got these clothes, and the last thing you wanted was to lose your very first customer.

"bullshit, you stole it, right?" she responded. You couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or genuinely upset. You couldn't see her smirk since her back was turned to you as she shuffled through the fake luxury clothes.

"well, if you don't plan on buy—"

"I'll take this," the motorcycle girl said, holding out a large black jacket that looked awfully similar to the one she was currently wearing, except it didn't have the golden writing of her gang.

But when you wanted to point that out, the auburn-haired girl had already taken 2000 bucks out of her wallet, eager to buy the jacket.

And then suddenly, guilt washed over you again, this time slightly worse than when you'd get money from your dad. "Actually, it only costs a thousand."

You had been pretty unfazed during this entire situation, but her next reaction left you surprised.

"only a thousand? Shut up, it's literally worth much more," the auburn-haired girl retorted, stepping closer to you, summoning her authoritative tone from earlier. You've never seen someone willing to overpay; this girl was truly something.

You looked at the two bills of 1000 bucks in her veiny hands before looking back at her face.

You didn't even know which thing was more questionable: the fact that she was carrying that amount of cash or that she was offended by the "under price."

The look of pure confusion in your eyes made her rethink.

"but if you're being for real..." ,she took back one bill of 1000 bucks before putting it in her pocket.

Though you were bad at reading people, you discovered she was definitely the type to act before thinking. It added to the list of common things she had with your dad.

Your eyes lingered on the 1000 bucks she gave you, and you thanked her gratefully, earning a smirk from the freckled-face girl. You had noticed her beautiful freckles from the moment she approached you; her green eyes perfectly contrasted with them, you secretly thought.

Having accomplished her side quest for the day, the auburn-haired girl shot a last glance at the room filled with clothes before following you to the front door.

The sweet scent of your perfume enveloped her, making her hum quietly. She hoped she didn't smell sweaty during the entire encounter.

Your first customer rode off on her motorcycle after carefully placing the bag carrying her jacket over the handlebar, looking joyful.

It was only when you watched her disappear in the dust as she drove far away that you realized you didn't even know her name.

"you should listen to yourself instead of listening to me."

"I still need your advice grandma."

A decade ago, your mother tried to convince you to live with her, insisting that her misbehavior didn't make her a bad person. With the mentality of a child and the limited free will you had, you decided to stay with your dad and your grandmother, who were rather laid-back. You were certain your closet wouldn't look the way it does now if you had unwillingly lived with your mom.

Thinking about your closet, the guilt you felt earlier was brutally replaced with regret. You wondered what you were thinking when you refused to take the two bills.

You ranted everything to your grandma, and she read you like an open book, from the letter to illegally selling fake luxury clothes. Hoping the wise old lady's words would reassure you, because the feeling of guilt had punished you enough, you were done with the mental anguish.

"you're so tense, sweetheart. Did you even bother drinking tea today?" the old lady asked. You confirmed you had in the morning. It didn't stop her from getting up from the couch to go to the kitchen, preparing for your evening tea time.

Shortly after filling your belly with warm black tea and mentally noting your grandma's words, you easily fell into a dreamless sleep, recharging your social battery.

With no dreams to stimulate your hyperfixation on deciphering hidden meanings, you were left with your grandma's words echoing throughout the morning: "darling, sometimes we make things harder than they need to be. Listen to your heart; it usually knows the way."

You reached the market, following the bright sun shining through the clouds, and quickly left after buying new tea bags. You hated buying things after they ran out. You liked feeling in control, but when you returned home, it was your grandmother who seemed out of control.

"ouch, I'm sorry!" the motorcycle girl kept apologizing in vain as your grandma pulled on her ear mercilessly.

What in the world was happening ?

You put your purse down, rushed to your grandma, and told her to stop hurting the auburn-haired girl.

Though you wondered why she had come back in the first place.

"It's the girl I told you about, my customer" you said, carefully prying your grandma's wrinkled hands away from the girl you hoped was innocent.

You were allergic to dog fur, so your grandma acted as a guardian whenever you left the house, and she took her job seriously.

The girl's ear was dark red!

Your grandmother approached your ear to whisper, "Sweetheart, did you see her jacket? She's part of a gang!" The motorcycle girl could totally hear your grandma's loud whisper; you were squinting your eyes as you felt her blowing so much air in your ear. She wasn't even whispering; she was creating a whole tornado in your eardrums. After convincing the old lady that she meant no harm, your grandma finally apologized.

"It's fine," the gangster lied, but she saw no point in arguing with someone who doesn't have all their head.

You opened your front door again, assuming the girl had come back for clothes. You let the poor girl enter before closing it behind you, leaving your grandma outside to go gardening.

"damn,she almost tore my ear off !"the gangster complained, touching her red ear.

"she's a little bit crazy, my bad," you replied empathetically, feeling bad for the motorcycle girl. "did you try to break in or something?"

You still wondered what happened before you arrived at the scene. The gangster read your expression and explained herself.

"why would I even—" Your assumption made the girl respond defensively. "I just drove here thinking you'd be here, but there was only your grandma, and she started to jump on me like I was a thief or something."

She had a tough appearance, but was it just superficial? You could only look at her like you look at the cover of a closed book; you couldn't read her.

The only thing you could do was apologize, but the motorcycle girl had another idea. She let go of her ear, which had become less red, and looked toward the direction where all your luxury clothes were secretly kept.

Didn't she get everything she wanted yesterday?

"maybe you could, you know... give me a free discount?" She didn't care to be bold; she just wanted to go straight to the point.

Words of apology meant nothing compared to actions.

"Is that what you came here for?" you asked, already imagining yourself going almost bankrupt like your dad.

There was no way she'd come all this way and let your grandma hurt her on purpose just so you could unfairly get her everything she wants, right?

The smirk on her face was full of malice; you already regretted riskily selling her fake luxury clothes.

The motorcycle girl reached into the same plastic bag you'd given her with the jacket she bought yesterday.

She was definitely going to threaten you with a gun or anything menacing!

"actually, no. I just put this in my washing machine, and when it came out, it had shrunk to the size of a kid," she sighed in disappointment, while you sighed in relief.

She took out the black jacket, which had been large before but was now poorly shortened.

Of course, those clothes were fake and too cheap to even withstand a good washing machine.

"maybe you should get shorter."

"my height is perfect, no thanks," she replied, following you behind. She noticed you were wearing a different frilly dress than yesterday, opting for blue and white colors like the weather of today.

Her eyes sparkled when you unlocked the room. It was as if you were unlocking a treasure chest.

She began shuffling through the clothes again, noticing there weren't any new ones, but it didn't stop her from searching through the vintage jackets your dad would wear.

you stood on the doorway hoping she didnt mean it when she wanted to get a free discount when she was literally willing to overpay yesterday

But the proud look on her face when she put on the same jacket over her black wife beater she bought yesterday made you feel hopeless.

"do I look... okay?" You advised her to take a jacket larger than the one she originally considered, so it would shrink to her size after washing.

"my grandma would definitely beat you up like this."

She took it as a 'yes',that comment made her smirk but she didnt smile refusing to break character. That is, until you brought up the letter.

"you know, you kind of write like a child," you said as you folded the extra-large jacket. She chuckled at that, fully aware of her handwriting.

"what do you mean? people say I write like a doctor," she replied, making you wheeze. She didn't appreciate you laughing AT her and quickly looked for a piece of paper nearby.

She spotted one on a piece of furniture, took out a pen from her pocket, scribbled something quickly, and handed it back to you.

"the bill I gave you yesterday is fake," you read, the quirky but neat letters confirming your suspicion that she wrote like an elementary schooler. You lifted your eyes to find her smirking, amused by how easily you'd been fooled.

Did she just scam you ?

After constantly telling her to leave, the gangster assured you she was just kidding and even gave you 2000 bucks for the jacket she had just bought. You were still annoyed by the joke the girl had pulled, but your annoyance turned to panic when you realized something.

When you took the bills the girl gave you, you realized you had lost your purse!

Your blue and white bow purse that you had brought to buy tea bags that morning.

At first, you were in denial. Maybe you just forgot to put it back in its place, in your closet. But then you remembered dropping it outside when you saw your grandma attacking the gangster. Panic set in when you rushed outside and didn't find it.

The worst part was that it didn't disappear alone. Without your grandma in sight to guard the house, it was evident that some wicked person had seized the chance to steal it!

Maybe things would have been different if you had let your grandma tear the girl's ear off...

#ellie fluff #ellie x fem reader #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie x reader #Spotify

[resident-gay-bitch]

“james, love…” lily puts her hand soothingly on james’ thigh. it’s soft, and small, and smooth, and almost delicate in her touch. everything about lily is so right to james, in every sense.

but gosh, sometimes he wishes that hand were bigger, rougher, scarred and pale with long bony fingers and black chipped nail polish.

james doesn’t even know why he feels that way sometimes. he loves lily. he really fucking loves lily. she’s everything to him, and five times out of ten he’ll yearn for her hand and her touch and her love.

but those five other times…

fuck, it hurts. and it’s so goddamned confusing. james drives himself crazy thinking about it.

actually, he drives himself crazy trying not to think about it. he doesn’t want to think about it. he can’t hurt lily. she’s the love of his life. so wonderful, she is, the brightest witch of her age, and she’s sassy and challenges james and doesn’t put up with his arrogance but also loves when he gets a little snobby. she’s so wonderful, and his parents adore her, and they’re engaged. to be married!

james doesn’t think life could get much more perfect than her.

oh, but his heart, it’s a terrible fucking thing. it’s the worst thing in the world, he’s beginning to think.

everyone’s always told him he has the most pure heart they’ve ever seen, that he has so much love and wears it on his sleeve. james potter has a wonderful heart, so good and lovely.

but james potter thinks his heart is so horrible, the betrayer. why? why would it do this to him?

it loves lily so dearly, and he’s certain of that. so why does his heart race so fucking fast when those long bony fingers reach out and tickle his skin. why does it ache and yearn for james to look into ice grey eyes and embrace another? if his heart so full of good and love, why must it hate james so much?

his body quakes when her delicate touch gluides over the meat of his thigh, the covers kicked down to his shins. her nails are painted a pretty pale green colour, and they look lovely, sitting in the place where his boxers end. he usually loves the sight of her hand there, so perfectly placed, her freckled skin contrasting against the tan of his own.

but not tonight. not right now. right now it’s his hand that james wants to see there. it’s his bony pale fingers that james wants to see spread out over the thick muscle. it’s his touch james yearns for.

he convulses, caving in on himself more. he’s distraught, arms wrapped tight around his almost bare body, snot in his nose, hot cheeks covered in tear tracks, his glasses all foggy.

“love…” she whispers again, her perfect, sweet voice. james loves the way she chants his name, weather it be soft, or tender, or loud, or excited, or desperate, or angered. he loves it all. he loves how perfect the melody of everything she says sounds to him. but he wishes for the deeper baritone of someone else to call his name in all the same ways. someone who’s not supposed to call his name in all the same ways.

james can’t even look at her. cant bring himself to look at her. he can’t hurt her the way hes hurting himself. cant believe he’s feeling this way. it’s horrible, guilt sinking it’s claws into his chest and tugging everything out until there’s nothing left but empty pain.

he can’t tell her, or she’ll leave him.

he can’t tell him, or everything will be wrong.

he can’t lie, or he’ll feel even more guilty.

he can’t be honest, or things will get messy.

he can’t rot like this forever, or hill drive himself to insanity.

they’re getting married next week, for fucks sake. and james loves her so much, and he’s so happy, and so excited. they’ve been taking about kids, about life. james got so excited about the thought, he impulsively bought a tiny pair of baby sneakers he saw in the store one afternoon.

so why is it, on his bucks night, of all nights, that he’s getting cold feet? why is it now just hitting him harder than it ever had before, these horribly betraying feelings?

had it been because those ice grey eyes looked at james with such pure affection and softness it made his heart want to explode? had it been because calloused hands felt good wrapped around james’ biceps as he had to be hauled back up to bed? had it been then kiss left on james’ forehead from pretty pink lips that didn’t belong to his fiancé? had it been the quiet words muttered into the night, when james was presumedly asleep, that had been playing on an insistent loop since they’d been whispered?

she can give you everything i can’t, amour. be happy, please.

or did it only really hit him, how horrible this all is, when he heard lily get home right as he was leaving. when he heard them talking downstairs, unable to decipher what they were saying, but sobered enough in the head to know they were talking for a while, taking about good things and bad.

or is it worse, because james feels the way he does, and he knows it’s bad and that he shouldn’t think on it, but sometimes he notices those ice grey eyes drift over to look at the soft curves of lilys figure? is it anger, he feels, for his friend to look at his fiancé like that? is it jealousy that he feels, when he notices her looking back? or is he jealous that those ice grey eyes aren’t always set on james?

“james.” lily whispers once more, moving herself closer to him on the bed, her hand shifting from his thigh to his cheek where she wiped his tears and held him. her makeups smudged, her hairs all messy, and he has a gaudy feather boa on. she wanted an all muggle henz night, and it looks like she had a wonderful one. and now james was here, ruining it because his heart yearns for a second.

why isn’t she enough for him? why can’t she be enough?

“i’m sorry, love.” james splutters out, surprised he can actually string his words together.

“oh, jamie.” she whispered, the soft pad of her thumb swipes over his wet cheek, flicking away more tears as they spilled. she leant in close to kiss his forehead, so delicate and warm, her kisses. so perfect. not enough. she smells like champagne, and sweat, and her floral perfume. it’s nice, comforting, it’s her and assurance she had a good night.

james sobbs more, they rip through him like waves; a never ending stream washing him away, and he aches.

“i love you so much, darling.” she whispers again, “and you love me?”

oh, more than anything he’s ever loved, almost. besides that one other incessant, irritable, beautiful, perfect disaster. he loves the both of them equally, he thinks, which is wrong. it’s so wrong. pick one, he tells himself. you can only love one person at a time.

“of course.” he nods, bottom lip wobbling as he speaks. “oh, i love you so much, lily, you have no idea-“

“i know, my love.” she smiles, so pretty, so perfect. “but your heart… it’s not only mine, is it?”

james stills, his said heart stops still in his chest. he isn’t entirely sure he’s actually breathing for a very long while. how would she know such a thing? how can she know? how- how… oh how?

“oh, my love.” she giggles, so softly. it sounds so familiar, like a warm summer breeze, and it settles something deep in james’ chest. it provides him comfort, as she always does, and he breathes again. “don’t panic. i’ve known for a while- for years, james. before we started going out, you know?”

“i’m so sorry.” he breaks, slumping into her arms and almost wailing against her chest. she holds him tight, soothing her hand over his back and petting him there, another hand sifting through his hair as she kisses his crown. she’d make a wonderful mother some day, james knows it. but now he’s gone and fucked it up, hasn’t he? “i don’t want to hurt you, i love you, lily, so much-“

“i know, james.” she sighed, kissing his crown once more, “you don’t have to be scared. not with me. you know you can tell me these things? i’ve been waiting for you to tell me years, thought maybe once we tied the knot you would.”

“you’re not… mad at me?” james peaks up at her, his eyes stinging from crying so much, his glasses askew. “why are you not mad at me?”

he’s terribly lost right now, his heart practically on another planet already with how fast it’s moving.

“you can love more than one person, james, and still have your love be pure.” she smiled, so sweetly, so pretty. he wants to kiss her, but thinks this is hardly the time for that. “you can love anyone you desire, as much as you desire. i know your heart is mine, i just share it with sirius, is all.”

hearing her speak his name like that, it’s unsettling at first. it makes james jolt back in shock, looking at her through eyes blown wide. she was never meant to know, no one was ever supposed to know. it’s weird, now she knows- she’s always known, apparently. but since he’s been made aware. why isn’t she angry? why isn’t she saying his name with such distain?

why does she speak his name like it’s something tender, like he’s precious? why does she sound out each letter the same way james would?

“you’re not a terrible person, james. please know that. i only waited so long to bring it up because i wanted you to feel good about it. but i can see it getting to you…” she sighed, smoothing her soft hands over his shoulders, “i love you so very much, no matter how many other people i share your heart with. i think it’s wonderful, how you can love me so strongly and still have more to give. don’t you think it’s wonderful? you do really have the biggest heart.”

james doesn’t know how to feel right now. he doesn’t know what this means. she loves him, still. is glad, perhaps? he’s baffled, actually. and he must show it, because she laughs so brightly at him and wipes the last of his sticky tears away before kissing him kindly.

james sinks into her wonderful, wonderful kiss. oh, she really is brilliant, his lily.

the brightest witch for certain.

“you relax, my love. lay down.” she mutters, pushing james back to lie under the covers again, folding his glasses for him and setting them on his bedside, “i’m going to put on a spot of tea, and then we’ll lay together for a while, and we’ll talk more in the morning about what it all will mean, okay?”

“okay.” james muttered, closing his heavy eyes.

oh he really loves his lily.

he must have fallen asleep, because one minuet she’s laying him into bed and the next she’s making him sip a hot cup of tea. his glasses stay off, too tired to worry much about seeing, too drunk to process much else anyway. he sips his tea, and she sips hers, and smiles at him softly.

“i love you so much, james.” she whispers to him, taking his teacup and setting it on his bedside table. “let’s sleep?”

she doesn’t give him time to argue, shoving him over into the centre of the bed. rather than climbing into her own side, she crawls under the covers on james’ and curls in at his side.

but james can’t focus much on the soft curve of lily, or her pretty smile, or the inviting smell of her; there’s another body climbing into bed behind him.

“shhh…” lily whispers, taking james chin and turning him to face her, as he startled. she kisses his lips again and wipes away the confused furrow of his brow. “not now, love. just relax, okay. let us hold you, we’ll talk tomorrow.”

james nods and turns to look at the other body, and finds pale skin and ice grey eyes looking down on him softly.

“would you like me to hold you, jamie?” he whispers, and james’ heart burns with how fast it’s beating.

james nods, too delirious to question it, if he’s honest. it’s not as if they don’t cuddle, regularly. it’s just… this is a little different, he suspects. lily has this look on her face, like she’s meddling, like she’s happy to be meddling.

james usually loves when she meddles, so he can only assume this is something good. he doesn’t have to worry now, they’ll talk about it in the morning.

for now, he lays his head on his pillow and wraps his arms tight around lily, their legs slotting together with ease, a position they have mastered. she’s curled into his chest, her forehead pressed against the flesh of his, and her hair tucked under his chin.

but tonight another set of arms wrap around them. strong biceps and ink blead into pale skin lay over james’ own. those long bony fingers skate over the back of james’ palm, the one that rests on the meaty flesh of lilys lower back, and they slot between his own. a strong jaw tucks itself over james’ shoulder and nuzzles there, warm breath fanning over his neck.

it’s sirius, pressed up against his back, spooning james whilst he holds his fiancé. it’s so oddly comforting to be sandwiched between the pair, his heart never had felt quite so full.

lily shoots her hand up and shoves sirius’ face away, and she tiredly groans. “your breath smells like cigarettes, dog-boy. don’t breathe on me, or i will kick you out.”

sirius snickers, and james utterly loves the sound. it contrasts the melody of lilys laugh quite strongly, and perhaps lily is right; maybe it is kind of beautiful how his heart can love two entirely different things, so intently, and so equally.

“please don’t kick me out.” sirius grumbles, tucking his face behind james’ shoulder and kissing him there. james’ heart positively somersaults. “i’ll probably have a bigger meltdown than james,” james kicks his foot back against sirius’ ankle, and he laughs before continuing, “i love you both terribly.”

this time lily is the one to kick sirius, right between james’ legs, “shh! don’t ruin it!”

sirius kicked her back, “he’s so drunk, he won’t even remember, mrs. potter.”

“he’s significantly more sober now, dipshit.” she muttered, “sorry, jamie, go to sleep.”

“oh…” sirius muttered, pressing his face into the back of james’ neck, “sorry, prongsie boy. we’ll, ah… we’ll talk more tomorrow. but you can understand, right? waiting so long and all-“

“shut up, pads.” james groaned, hoping neither of them could notice the red smatter of blush on his face or the lovestruck grin he had plastered to his lips, “i’m trying to sleep.”

“right.” sirius muttered, and shut his trap.

silence lulled over the room again, and james mind was so heavy, so desperate to sleep. however, his heart was hyperactive.

this was something.

oh, this had to be something entirely wonderful.

he wasn’t sure he could wait till morning to talk about it further. he just had to get one last word in before he let himself sleep.

“i love you both terribly too, i suppose.”

james fell asleep feeling much better than he had before, lily and sirius sandwiching him in; the shared warmth of their body’s settling comfortably over james. they were here, now, all of them, together. james and lily love eachother, and by the looks of things james and sirius love eachother too; and perhaps even lily and sirius might. but either way, james’ heart is too fucking full of love and he never intends on ridding himself of that.

they both pressed pretty little kisses to james skin in sync, and james certainly dreamed much more wonderful things than he had in a while.

#jilypad #prongsfoot #jily #lilypad #bambibelle #i love them all so much #angsty feelings in the house tonight #james is very confused tonight #but lily makes it better #jay writes #fluff #angst #james potter #lily evans #sirius black #the marauders #marauders #prongs #padfoot #polly james #ficlet #dead gay wizards #harry potter #prongsfoot fic #bambibelle fic #jilypad fic #subtle hints of lilypad #james x lily #james x sirius #sirius x lily

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Mini Costume Meta

Poker game Eddie!!

I did bucks outfit yesterday and today its the turn of Eddie!!

Again I apologise for the rubbish screenshots, I'll have better ones in my actual costume meta after the episode has aired!!

It's really hard to tell in these screenshots, but Eddie is dressed in a blue tartan suit. When the still dropped and we all went into meltdown, I thought the jacket was blue and a dark green teal, now I've seen it a bit better, I'm pretty sure its actually royal and navy blue - a navy that is almost black!

Ok firstly we have the check theme to contend with and the fact that in 911 verse, check means potential danger and change and that rings true here, I just don't think the check is for physical danger.

We need to look at all the times Eddie has worn a suit to fully appreciate what is going on with the check, so bear with me!

This new suit is the 4th one we've seen Eddie wear. First up is the navy suit (and grey marl tie) we see him wear to his interview and look around Durrand School.

Then we have the black on black suit we see him in when he's suit shopping for Christopher with Ana.

Followed by the blue check suit with black spotty shirt we see him in at Hen and Karens vow renewal.

I hope you can all start to see what is going on here - each suit is connected not only to where Eddie is at mentally, but it is also connected to a person (Shannon, Ana, Eddie himself and then this new one Buck) and a key moment in Eddies story.

I'm not going to really really drill down into all the suits because I don't have the time, but that first navy suit with its white shirt and mismatched tie is very much conveying an Eddie who is both uncomfortable and unsure of who he is - the mismatched nature of the overall outfit is meant to look a bitt off and jarring. The navy of the suit itself is about trust, loyalty and stability - all things very relevant to Eddie in that moment - he is trusting Carla (and by extension Buck), he is trying to provide stability for Chris, and he is still loyal to Shannon.

Its very telling that the only truly odd one out is the black suit - the one connected to Ana! Its also the only suit we know for definite that Eddie didn't pick for himself. The black suit is meant to indicate the concept of the black dog of depression - a black cloud hanging over both Eddie and the relationship with Ana.

The suit Eddie wears to the HenRen vow renewal with its small check pattern and the black shirt with the blue dots is showing us Eddies progress - he's still going through it, the check tells us that - but the fact that we've gone from Eddie having panic attacks in a black suit and we've now got an Eddie in a much brighter blue (still with some black in the shirt as a nod to the previous suit - think of it like the blue overtaking and erasing the black) indicating that he is much calmer and at peace with himself. If you want to read more about this suit, then head over to my pinned post and read the costume meta for 5x18!

Back to the check theme and the new suit jacket - yes this is a darker suit than the previous one, but its still two shades of blue - a combination of the navy of the first suit and a brighter blue which connects to the vow renewal suit. connecting the two suits to this suit is important from a narrative perspective,

for me the use of this tartan check is just the next stage of the very tiny check - its not going to be all smooth sailing for Eddie yet and I think the Pepa meddling is the thing that the check is foreshadowing

White pocket squares - nobility and wealth as well as love and luck - much of these meanings stem from the age of chivalry - ladies pocket squares being given to knights of the joust as a token of luck etc

In modern US parlance, pocket squares are a symbol of anti traditionalist values - by this I mean, you won't find those of a right wing persuasion (Donal Trump and his lot) wearing a pocket square. Pocket squares are and were considered a symbol of sophistication - especially in golden age Hollywood - Cary Grant, Fred Astaire, Clark Gable etc all wore pocket squares in various ways.

The reason I'm giving you all this information is to point out that the fact we have Eddie wearing one here is both interesting and telling. As far as I'm aware this is the first time we've seen one worn on 911 (I don't have any notes of any of the mains wearing one in my costume plots!) so this is tapping into all of the meanings above, Eddie is wearing it as a symbol of wealth (appropriate for a poker game!) but mostly as a nod to old school Hollywood.

The costume department are trying to evoke that era through Eddies costume, the set is also evoking that era and so the two things are working in tandem (Bucks red velvet suit jacket also does the same thing - it mimics a smoking jacket which was a common thing for men to have in their wardrobe and wear to play poker or pool). They're essentially trying to make Eddie look like those leading men because in their films they always got the girl (in Eddies case its indicating he's gonna get the boy!).

Onto the Black turtleneck! Black turtlenecks have such an interesting history, they have very strong links with antiestablishment and activism - often worn as a statement or a symbol of protest. The turtleneck is meant to be non-conformist and set the wearer apart from societal norms. The black panthers wore them as part of their 'protest uniform' in the 50's and 60's making them part of the activist style and cementing them as a garment of protest and dissent.

Steve Jobs very deliberately chose the black turtle neck as part of his uniform - to appear down to earth and casual, but also to set him apart from the shirt and tie wearing Bill Gates - it made Apple seem not only aspirational, but also more user friendly to the everyman over the nerdy suits of the establishment!

We've seen it used for the same purpose in film - think Cary Grant in to catch a thief - wearing both a navy and white striped turtleneck as well as a black one when he's being 'the cat'

Or even Audrey Hepburn in Funny Face - when she's in the jazz club dancing - a scene supposed to show her as different from the traditional models found gracing the pages of 'Quality' the fictional magazine Fred Astaire's Character photographs for.

In the 1920's and 30's, Noel Coward made them popular and as a result they became a symbol of queerness - this is also the origin of the black turtleneck as a piece of clothing representing something non-conformist that all the other iterations stem from.

So Eddie wearing a black turtleneck at this moment in time is such a choice. It is meant to show us an Eddie who is comfortable in his own skin and that that Eddie is non-conformist. This works on a couple of fronts - it is a nod to the fact he has defied his families expectations and choices for him - that he has decided to be better for himself, that he's going to therapy and working on himself. But its also a nod to an Eddie now comfortable enough to break from heteronormativity and embrace his queerness - something which is still considered to be non-conforming!

I've already screamed about Eddies watch (you can see a decent glimpse of it in the still above), so I won't go into it too much here, but I will mention again how important I think it is that this is (likely, as we've not yet seen the episode) the first time we're seeing this new watch. I mentioned previously that the first time we saw the blue faced leather strapped watch was at his coffee date with Ana - a watch very much connected with Christopher and of course that relationship was very much about Eddie following Christophers heart not his own (even though we know Christophers heart will probably be happier with Buck than it ever was with Ana!!!). So this new watch is very much now connected to Buck (and the fact that Buck appears to also be wearing a new and metal watch has me all kinds of feral because if he is it is telling us that Buck and Eddie are both on the same page and that their timing is now in sync - so Buddie cannon here we come!!

#kym costume meta #911 costume meta #mini meta #911 meta #costume meta #Eddie costumes #poker date is giving me so much life #costume team I adore you #they just keep on serving on the storytellingfront #911 spoilers #911 on fox #911 fox #911onfox #eddie diaz #buddie

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Talking Buddie Language: Ep 6.17

Well friends, we’re almost done with season sex, I mean six! It’s honestly been such a rollercoaster journey, one in which we’ve had great moments and some not so great ones. I’m really looking forward to the finale episode and seeing how they’re going to tie everyone’s storylines for this season and how they’re going to set up their upcoming arcs for season 7. There was a lot of foreshadowing and parallels in this episode that I believe will play a pivotal role for Buddie’s eventual romantic pairing. So I’m just going to get into this week’s meta!

Proposal Gone Wrong

The proposal gone wrong was kind of sad in my opinion. I mean you don’t necessarily need to do something drastic to assure your significant other will respond positively. It kind of creates this notion in which the other person feels forced to say yes because you did that grand gesture, which is exactly what happened here. The guy proposed to his girlfriend of 2 years by jumping off a building, got stuck in a freak accident and she said yes because she felt like she had to. The little moment she had with Eddie and Chim is what I want to focus on a bit here.

E: So what do you wanna do?

M: I guess I’ll wait a few months and then break it off.

Now the reason I bring this up is because doesn’t this remind you of something else? Didn’t Eddie also date Ana for months and thought he should keep going only because his kid loved her? He waited and then broke it off when he knew it wasn’t right for him. Now this can also possibly foreshadow his next relationship if he decides to actually give Marisol a chance. I mean I’ll go more into that later on. But I think if he does date her, possibly out of fear of being alone, it can easily be assumed that he’ll wait a few months before he breaks it off because deep inside he knows she’s not the one for him. I just feel like this line not only wanted us to remember Eddie’s been there but that it’s possible he’ll be in a position like this again.

Buck and Eddie Acting Like Idiots

The scene at the station was so funny and I love how we once again got to see how in tune Buck and Eddie are with each other. Not only were they both wearing the blue and green once again, but they were finishing each other’s thoughts once more, thus reminding everyone how in sync they always are.

E: I gotta figure out how to say no to another date my Tia set me up with.

B: Just download a dating app.

E: I did but I can’t bring myself to open it.

Hmm well this reminds me of someone else. Didn’t Bobby make a whole firefighters dating profile back in season 1? And he didn’t even end up using it. So that can parallel the fact that Eddie also downloaded a dating app but still has yet to actually use it. This was only the beginning of Eddie’s storyline heavily mirroring Bobby’s from season 1 and I’ll go more into it in a bit!

We also have Buck and Eddie finishing each other’s sentences like they’re this old married couple. They’re always on the same wavelength and it drives me crazy because with each episode we are reminded how perfect they are for each other.

E: Get the insurance money.

B: Buy a new ring and propose.

Eddie’s Attempts At Finding a Date

I really can’t help myself but laugh at how much gayer Eddie gets with and every episode. The entire little failed dating, well no I should say attempts at finding dates, was so sad. How can a man who looks that good with that dump truck fail at attracting women?? Well his little gay outfits didn’t help either. When have we ever seen that man in anything other than a Henley? I didn’t even know Eddie was capable of having such tight clothes like that lol.

The thing that makes me laugh is that he’s trying to find a person to date at places he wouldn’t normally be. Golfing? I do not believe for one second Eddie would play golf nor would he the kind of guy who’d find enjoyment in doing it with a partner. So the fact that we got to see him “put himself out there” but not really make any actual attempts really just highlights that he’s open to finding love but is kind of going about it the wrong ways. And he’s still lying to his son about it considering he told Chris he was running errands lol.

Buck and Natalia Give It Another Shot

I find it very interesting that Buck took Natalia to a bar of all places on a date. The only times we’ve seen him in a bar setting in relation to other love interests were when he hooked up with Taylor in s2 and when he kissed Lucy in s5. So to bring Natalia on a date here really makes me question what his reasoning behind that idea was.

B: This seemed as good as a place as any for you to get to know the real Evan Buckley.

L: Really? I have a few stories.

Lucy interrupting his date and then proceeding to tell Natalia all about her history with Buck in so many words was a literal sign from the universe. Not only did we get Natalia already judging Buck for his past but also questioning him when he was being honest and genuine about his past whatever with Lucy.

B: Uh hey, what do you think the tip is?

N: They gave you 3 options right down here. You alright?

B: Yeah no I don’t know why I couldn’t figure it out.

N: You’re flustered.

B: It was nothing I promise.

I think the fact that Buck just can’t do math all of a sudden to be such a bold choice of the writers. His entire math superpowers were connected to Eddie and Christopher. He realized he was the guy with the answers while looking at his Diaz boys. Then Eddie even took him out to put those newfound powers to good use all dressed up. So there was no need to mention that he can’t figure out the correct too amount while he’s with Natalia unless it was deliberately done to empathize how he clearly doesn’t have the answers while he’s with the wrong person. It was such an obvious random thing that wasn’t so random when you think about the connection to his math powers and what it can mean.

Natalia also wrongly assuming he can’t figure out the tip because he’s flustered just further proves she doesn’t really see him the way he initially believed. She was skeptical and looked at him like he was hiding something away from her. Her eyes were disbelieving which isn’t a great foundation to start a new relationship on.

Even the color theory checks out here to further confirm Natalia is not the one for Buck. Both dates they’ve been on by this point, she’s been in red, whereas Buck has been in tan/beige. He’s not wearing blue at the same time she’s wearing red.

The 118 Discuss Buck & Eddie’s Dating Lives

Once again I absolutely adore each and every time we see the 118 discuss their personal problems/lives in the truck. This was the scene we had spoiled to us months ago and it was definitely different than what we all were expecting!

B: Does she request to not come back?

Eddie’s side eye during Buck asking about Lucy is totally on brand for every other time we’ve seen Eddie react to one of Buck’s old flings. Especially this season where we’ve seen him dismiss Buck any time he mentions previous lovers. Love me some jealous Eddie!

E: So your day off went as good as mine?

H: Hiking and golfing in the same day? Sounds like you were out there looking for signs too Eddie.

E: You know I don’t believe in that stuff. I want what I had when I met Shannon. It just uh, it was magic.

C: Oh so you believe in magic?

E: I believe in chemistry.

H: Ahh in science. I get it.

B: The magic, weren’t you guys in the 12th grade when you met?

E: 8th and then we lost touch. Reconnected in 12th.

Eddie, oh Eddie. The fact that this man has had many different signs and he refused to listen to each and every one is worrisome because he thinks he’s looking for magic instead. Isn’t magic just another form of a sign from the universe? This man is trying to use chemistry as an excuse as to why he’s not having any luck finding someone. Well chemistry is definitely not something you force with another person. Chemistry is something that should be natural and organic and believable. To be honest, Eddie didn’t even have that much chemistry with Shannon from what we’ve seen. They were attracted sexually and that was it. They didn’t spend much time together on screen to make that chemistry between the two of them palpable enough for the audience. There’s also many different types of chemistry and they definitely had sexual chemistry but seemed to lack actual romantic and emotional chemistry.

The topic of chemistry was very poignant especially because we’ve seen time and time again how much organic chemistry Eddie has with Buck. They’ve been attached at the hip since the beginning and always gravitate to each other. Not only that but they’re both very vulnerable with each other and turn to each other in times of need, which assures emotional chemistry. We’ve also seen Eddie flirt and tease Buck many times throughout the years which indicates a form of sexual chemistry as well. Do I need to remind anyone of the kitchen scene™️ in season 3? So it is possible for Eddie to have chemistry with someone. I just believe it has to be someone he already knows and trusts. He believed he had chemistry with Shannon, who was a longtime friend of his. Well what is Buck? Surely Eddie has got to know that they have chemistry with each other. There’s just got to be something preventing him from connecting those dots to Buck.

B: Ok so that’s what it is. You suck at dating.

BN: Alright Buck, come on.

B: Ah, come on. If he met his wife when they were kids, he just hasn’t really dated.

I’ve been saying for many years now that one of Eddie’s favorite past times is looking at Buck. This season especially has shown how intensified those looks have been. One thing I found interesting was that as he was talking to Buck and the team, he rarely was holding any eye contact with Buck which indicates he wasn’t all that comfortable discussing the matter. The moment in which Buck diverts his attention elsewhere, Eddie defaults to his typical fond longing looks at Buck. He looks at him for a prolonged time and only looks away when Buck turns back around. He literally looks mesmerized by Buck just talking and even lifts his brows up so slightly like one would when they’re looking at someone they adore. That in itself indicates a secret in which Eddie’s hiding from Buck and that secret may very well be his feelings for the other man.

C: So he sucks at it.

B: Yes!!

H: Clearly you’ve mastered it Buck.

Eddie’s reaction to Buck agreeing with Chim is hilarious because he immediately gives Buck his patented side eyes. He feels betrayed by Buck in that moment because he’s clearly taken Buck out and he didn’t suck at that. He’s kind of looking at Buck like “Are you serious right now? You know I don’t.” It’s in the subtle way his right brow lifts up in question that makes me believe that. There has to have been a reason the show gave us Buck and Eddie on that poker date before both men started dating other women. It shows a vast difference in how successful that day was compared to their other disastrous dates with others.

One more thing I would like to mention is once again Buck and Eddie’s strong mirroring. When they’re both singing the bride song, their hands and bodies are moving the same way, to the same beat. I know it can be seen as them just being silly but even though Bobby was also singing, he’s not in sync with his body as the other two clearly are lol.

Eddie and Bobby Go To The Hardware Store

Like when Eddie was dating Ana and he was sorta lying to his son about it, he’s doing the same now. He told Christopher he had been running errands when he was going places in hopes of finding a woman to date. The fact that Eddie feels the need to lie to Christopher about it shows that it’s not something he wants to be doing nor does he feel like it’s the right thing for him. There’s something about his actions that makes him feel like it’s not good enough to let his son know yet.

Eddie calling up his future father in law for help was so sweet and I enjoyed their little scene together, especially because their conversation was very important. Not only was it important but it really did scream Bathena/Buddie parallels.

E: So how’s you make it happen for you and Athena?

BN: We got called to a motorcycle accident, it was a bad one. I wasn’t at my best at the time. Needed to take a minute. She sat with me. Eventually I asked her to go to church and we prayed together.

E: Wow.

BN: A few days later we had dinner, things grew from there and now we’re about to have our fourth anniversary.

E: So you definitely weren’t looking for it.

Honestly I feel like every time Bobby gives Eddie any kind of advice about his love life, Eddie just misinterprets or misunderstands what he’s trying to say lol. Bobby literally used his own example of how he and Athena came to be which immediately made me think of Eddie’s own past. We all thought of Eddie’s breakdown in season 5 and how Buck was the one who sat next to him. Eddie wasn’t at his best, he needed a minute and Buck was the one who sat next to him. Buck was the one who stayed at his house, helped with his kid, and just was there supporting Eddie in any way he could have. That whole line of Eddie telling Bobby that he wasn’t looking for it can possibly foreshadow him finally opening his eyes and realizing the one who he’s been searching for has always been someone right under his nose. Someone who he didn’t have to go and look for because they’ve always been right by his side.

Buck’s Second Disastrous Date Night

Poor Buck really isn’t listening to the universe is he? This time, during his other date with Natalia, they’re first interrupted by Taylor Kelly on TV talking about her tell all book which was inspired by a member of the 118 she was close with. Natalia quickly puts 2 and 2 together and asks Buck about it, in which he says he’ll explain over dinner. Once again, Buck is having to explain himself and kind of assure her when it’s too early in the “relationship” for her to be questioning him the way she is.

B: Uh, and-and that’s everyone. I think. I-I hope that’s not too much.

N: No. Wow that is a life well lived. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone quite like you. You’re all in about everything. It’s a lot. But I guess I can be a lot too.

Buck is looking so intensely at her, trying to see if she understands where he’s coming from and if it will be a deal breaker. He smiles and nods to himself when it seems that she is understanding about his past which hurts when you realize this man just wants someone to love and accept him for all of him, the good bad and the ugly.

And then they get intruppted by Kameron coming in because of her marital issues with Connor. A literal sign from the universe. (Not even going to talk about all the 3’s we got just in this episode alone!) Natalia once again thinks it’s a lot and needs a minute to take it all in. She decides then that a person who has lived so much life and has more life to give others is too much for her. She decides to leave and tells Buck to “take care” which is the same exact thing his ex girlfriends have all said to him.

Now this, to me, indicates a failed attempt at a relationship because things are never going to work out with these two. Not only was she only seemingly interested in Buck’s death, but she doesn’t even want to know more about the life he’s lived. He’s an interesting man so full of energy and love and life that it scares her and makes her want to flee. That’s not a strong foundation in which to start a relationship on and even if she were to come back afterwards, I feel as though Buck has learned from his previous relationship to not settle and compromise who he is for anyone. He’s not going to change for anyone else. Who is meant to be his partner will love him for who he is anyways. Something Natalia clearly can’t do.

Eddie and Buck Not Listening To The Signs

The end montage was funny when you look at everyone off doing what they were doing. We have all the couples together and then we see Eddie go back to the hardware store. He’s clearly looking for something and he can’t find it until someone asks him if he’s looking for soemthing.

I want to talk about Marisol and Eddie’s body language here and how different it is when they both look at each other. Marisol is being flirty and leads into him with her hips first which clearly indicates some type of attraction. Eddie on the other hand takes a step forward and then one back. He doesn’t lean into her, doesn’t prompt a hug or anything. Asks her about her ceiling which indicates he clearly remembers her from a call.

M: Try this one. Works like magic.

E: This is exactly what I was looking for. Thank you.

Here she mentions magic, something in which Eddie was talking about previously in this episode. He kept saying he wanted what he and Shannon had and that was magic. Magic isn’t real. Magic is things people believe to be real and in this instance, Eddie believes what he had with Shannon was magic, when in reality it wasn’t. They worked hard for their relationship and there were a lot of ups and downs. Marisol saying that and Eddie immediately following up with how that’s what he was looking for is so important because that’s realistically what he had been searching for all episode long on those failed attempts at finding magic. Here we have a woman telling him and he just stops for a moment and thinks about it. He stops and thinks, hey maybe this is my sign. But he walks away. He stops and looks back but there’s clear confusion on his face, almost as if he doesn’t know what fo make about this little interaction. Clearly there’s something on his mind. But he turns around and keeps walking away from her while the music says “But you’re something that I must believe in and you’re there when I reach out for you.”

This would’ve been the perfect conclusion to his arc this episode. He was looking for magic, it took someone else pointing it out to him to see and he believed that’s what he wanted. But he didn’t do anything about it. He simply walked away. Because he doesn’t believe in it. He doesn’t believe in Marisol or believe her to be the one for him. Because he knows if he were to reach out for help, it wouldn’t be Marisol he reaches out to, at least that’s what my interpretations were. Remember, Eddie says to Bobby, “So you definitely weren’t looking for it” and as soon as Marisol points out the thing, he tells her “This is what I was looking for.” Marisol can’t be the person he’s meant to be with because as we established with Bobby, that someone is never going to be someone Eddie looks for. It’s going to be someone who knows Eddie, someone who can sit beside Eddie when he’s at his lowest and offer their support to him. Someone that’s been under Eddie’s nose this entire time. That’s not Marisol and I think Eddie’s realizing that himself.

(Now if we were to get Eddie somehow misunderstanding this and running into Marisol later on, thinking it’s a definite sign and trying to date her, we already know it’s going to fail because we’ve seen it play out once before with Ana. So regardless, it’s not really something I’m worrying over.)

Finally we get Buck going back to his loft with the pickles Kameron asked for. He goes up to his room and sees Kameron sleeping in his bed. He looks for a moment and turns around and heads back downstairs. Now to me, the quick look he gave her shows longing for that himself. A partner to come home to and a family of his own.

Buck sitting on his uncomfortable couch and eating the pickles while he looks up indicates he’s still a guest in his own home. He’s kicked out of his bed and he’s looking up once again defeated because he longs to have that for himself. This coming right after Natalia leaving him and once again being left completely alone. He’s also missing what’s right in front of him because he just doesn’t listen to the universe. He’ll get there soon, I believe in it.

So sorry for this being so late this week! I’ve been sick and work has been very very crazy. I hope anyone who is still interested and reads this enjoys it! I appreciate you all regardless. Thanks to my love @aa-lionheart for the wonderful gifs 💜 We got one more of these for the season! Manifesting for it to be good for us ✨

#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie language meta #buddie meta #911 meta #911 on fox

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My Hero Academia Coffee Shots #161-170

A collection of the MHA sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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161) Lee Deku, Ler Shinsou

“Where do you think you’re going?” Shinsou growled playfully, grabbing Deku’s ankle and hauling him back into his dorm room at UA. To shake things up, they’d gone to the purple-haired boy’s room instead, and though Shinsou knew the members of Class 1-A were more used to what was about to go down than his own classmates, he didn’t care. Deku had had his time with his friends all morning and afternoon. Tonight was just for the two of them.

Deku was giggling already, playfully clawing at the carpeted floor, trying to get away.

Shinsou threw himself onto his boyfriend, pinning him down with his chest to his back.

“Oof! Toshi!” Deku protested with a gasp. “Too heavy!”

“You trying to tell me something?” Shinsou teased, finding the hem of his shirt and diving his fingers into the space beneath it, grinning at Deku’s wild screech of laughter. “Hmm? What do you have to say, Zu?”

“Plehehehehehease!” Deku cried, one hand awkwardly trying to push him away (and failing) while the other attempted to hide his face.

Shinsou growled into his ear, “Hiding from me now? We can’t have that. Show yourself, cutie.”

Deku spasmed when the fingers scribbling at his lower tummy descended even further. “Nohohohohohoho!”

“Show me~” the taller boy sang playfully, pointer fingers finding the dip of his boyfriend’s hips and wiggling relentlessly. It gave him great satisfaction when Deku screamed and tried bucking him off but was unable to do more than wiggle uselessly on the ground. “Show me your face~ I want to see that beautiful smile~”

“SHUHUHUHUHUSH!!”

“Never.”

“AHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEASE, TOSHIEHEHEHEHEHEEEE!!” Deku laughed so hard his face looked like a strawberry, with his freckles and mop of green hair. He pounded the floor desperately. “LEHEHEHEHEHET ME GOHOHOHOHO!! I CAHAHAHAHAN’T TAKE ANY MOHOHOHOHORE TODAHAHAHAHAY!!”

Shinsou gasped in mock offense. “You mean you let your friends wear you out so I couldn’t play with you? How rude! Unfortunately for you…” he kissed his cheek, then continued, “…I live on the ground floor, and I have looooots of stamina. You’ll just have to deal with it, birthday boy~”

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162) Lee Bakugou, Ler Todoroki

If Todoroki’s brushing Bakugou’s hair from his eyes wasn’t enough to make the blonde combust, the soft “you’re beautiful” that came with it certainly did the trick.

“W-What?” Bakugou sputtered, ducking his head and shoving lightly at his boyfriend’s chest. “Shut up, icy-hot.”

Todoroki was relentless. “But you are.” He gently cupped his cheek and maneuvered so they’d have to look each other in the eyes. “You’re gorgeous.”

The atomic teen blushed but scowled, averting his gaze. “Couldn’t have called me something more masculine?”

“Like handsome?” Todoroki smiled. “Masculine is subjective. You’re handsome and beautiful. And hot. And kind—”

Bakugou clamped a hand over his mouth and shot him a glare. “I said shut up.”

There was a pause, then Todoroki dropped his hands from Bakugou’s face to his ribs, wiggling his fingers playfully.

Caught off-guard (and always more sensitive to touch when his partner was around), the blonde sputtered a second time and smiled despite himself, bringing his arms down protectively. “Hehehey, idiot, dohohohon’t—”

Todoroki grinned, gradually getting up in his space so he had to choice but to flop back, beginning to giggle in earnest now, squirming.

“My beautiful Bakugou~ Won’t you smile for me?”

“Shuhuhuhuhuhut—!” Bakugou squealed, then growled as he went on the offensive, reaching for Todoroki’s torso as well. “Tahahahake this!”

Todoroki yelped and burst into laughter, but never let up on his own tickle attack. “Nihihihice try, cheheheheater!”

“Cheheheheater?! You stahahahaharted it, icy-hohohohot!”

“Juhuhuhuhuhust lehehehehehet me call yohohohou beheheheheautiful already!”

“Nohohohohohoho!”

Eventually their tickling turned to kissing and soft murmurs of affection towards one another, and by the end of the night Bakugou didn’t mind being called beautiful so much anymore.

Not that he’d ever admit it, of course.

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163) Lee Kaminari, Ler Jirou

“Hold still, Denki!” Jirou demanded, her phone raised, half hiding her face as she waited for the camera to focus.

Kaminari’s entire body was tensed up, but he did his best to obey her. “I’m trying,” he managed through clenched teeth. “It tickles!”

The two of them had been enjoying a beautiful day outside – away from the others, away from the chaos their lives had become since starting school at UA – when a butterfly had decided to perch on the blonde’s ear. If it had held still it wouldn’t have been so bad, but it kept repositioning itself and fluttering its wings, and it was driving the electric hero up the wall.

“Got it,” Jirou announced triumphantly, angling her phone so he could see the picture she’d just taken. He smiled at it despite how goofy he looked. She’d been trying her hand at photography lately, and she was honestly good at it, even if he was often the unwitting subject of her focus.

“Looks great,” he told her. “Now can you please get it off of me? It’s driving me crazy!”

With a giggle, Jirou did as requested and gently shooed the butterfly on its way, watching as Kaminari sagged in obvious relief. She didn’t give him long at all before tackling him into the grass and pinning him down by his shoulders while her quirk went to work tracing the shells of his ears, wiggling behind them, making him squeal and laugh in earnest.

“Nohohohoho! Jirou, it tihihihihihickles!” he cried, blushing under her smiling gaze and her weight on his lap.

“I know, and it’s adorable.” She leaned down to gently pepper his face with kisses while her quirk continued to tickle his ears and neck. He opened his mouth to protest or plead or otherwise speak, but she stopped him with a kiss to his lips.

Kaminari’s heart leapt in his chest. He supposed he could take it for just a little bit longer after all.

*

164) Lee Kirishima, Ler Bakugou

Kirishima arched his back and clawed at the carpet, laughter going silent the longer Bakugou scratched ruthlessly at the bare sole of his foot. “Stahahahahahahahap!”

“No.” Bakugou smirked down at him, continuing to tickle. He was sitting on Kiri’s legs that were propped up on the couch while the boy himself lay down on the floor, the blonde’s arms busy behind him as he held his friend’s feet still while he relentlessly tickled each of them in turn.

Kirishima had asked for this, requested this exact positioning, and now that he was stuck in it, it looked like he was having some regrets.

“Plehehehehease!” the redhead begged, covering his eyes with one hand while clenching his t-shirt in his fist with the other, still laughing helplessly. “Quihihihihihit loohohohohohooking at me like thahahahahahat!”

“Again, no.” Bakugou grasped the toes of one of his feet and held them firmly still while scratching at the ball of said foot, grinning as Kiri lost his mind, rolling around on the floor in ticklish agony.

“Gahahahahahad, it tihihihihihickles so bahahahahahad!”

“Been a while since I tickled your feet, huh? They got more sensitive, it feels like.”

“Feheheheheheels like?! Yohohohohou’re nohohohohot the one lahahahahahaughing his ahahahahahass off!”

“I can feel your feet just as much as you can. For example…” The blonde dragged a fingernail up and down his arch. “I can tell you probably used lotion on them this morning before asking me to do this. Wanted to feel more ticklish, eh, Kirishima?”

Kiri arched his back again and laughed out his embarrassment. It was true that he’d hoped to feel more ticklish while stuck in this position with his friend; it had been forever since his feet had been tickle tortured, and while he wasn’t usually that into it, there was something so deliciously fun about being stuck laughing like this, with Bakugou grinning wickedly down at him, enjoying it just as much.

“Shuhuhuhuhuhut up!” Kirishima pleaded, then suddenly shrieked when the blonde started digging between his toes. “Nohohohohohohoho! Not the tohohohohohohoes, plehehehehehease! Bahahahahahakugou!!”

His friend merely gave him an evil, playful wink and continued tickling him to pieces.

*

165) Lee Bakugou, Ler Deku

Bakugou had done his fair share of finding ways to restrain Deku while tickling the snot out of him. He’d lost a good several neckties to the cause, but it was all worth it to watch the nerd struggle and beg but ultimately not be able to do anything to stop him until he activated his quirk out of sheer desperation.

But Deku using Blackwhip to do the same thing to him?

That…that was just unfair.

“I’LL KIHIHIHIHIHILL YOU FOR THIS DEHEHEHEHEHEKU!!” he screamed as his rival and friend dug mercilessly into his death spot – the space between his armpits and ribs – while forcing his arms above his head with one of his quirk’s new abilities.

Deku was sitting on his lap with the biggest smile on his face, clearly pleased with himself for finding a way to repay the favor Bakugou had shown him over and over again in their years of tickle fighting. He giggled. “I thought you were trying to use my first name now?”

“YOHOHOHOHOU TOHOHOHOHOLD ME YOU DIHIHIHIHIDN’T CARE!! AIIIIEEEEE!!!” Bakugou tossed his head back and shrieked with hysterical, uncontrollable laughter when Deku began knuckling into that spot. “STOPSTOPSTOHOHOHOHOHOHOP IT PLEHEHEASE DEHEHEHEHEHEKU!!"

“I don’t mind if you want to keep calling me that. Most of the time.” Deku smirked down at him, knowing full well he had him in a position to make him do or say anything he wanted and thoroughly enjoying it. “But right now I think I want to hear you say it. I’ll stop if you beg me to using my real name, okay, Kacchan?”

Bakugou keened miserably, shaking his head as mirthful tears sprang to his eyes. “I HAHAHAHATE YOU SO MUHUHUHUHUCH!! GAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEASE!! PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAP IT IZUHUHUHUHUHKU!! NO MOHOHOHOHORE!! I CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAHAKE IT!!”

Deku stopped as promised, sliding his hands down to his friend’s belly and scribbling gently there to gradually get him back down to a string of happy giggles before ceasing altogether, recalling his quirk and thus freeing the atomic blonde, who sagged into the ground, gasping for breath.

“Are you…are you okay, Kacchan?” Deku asked hesitantly, worried he may have gotten overeager when he realized what Blackwhip could do. “Was it too much?”

“Freakin’…always too much…in that spot, nerd…” Bakugou replied between breaths. A moment went by, and then he grinned all on his own. “Didn’t think…you had it in you…Izuku.”

Deku beamed. “I learned from the best, Katsuki.”

*

166) Lee Deku, Ler Bakugou

“Get back here, Deku, you toady asshole!”

Deku laughed, expertly dodging yet another of Bakugou’s green shell barrages and moving up the ranks from fourth to second. “Come on, Kacchan, I beat you every time. Don’t get mad just because you’re no good.”

Bakugou growled beside him. He hit a double item block and laughed victoriously. “Dodge this blue shell, nerd!”

Of course, at that exact moment, Deku’s character snatched up a horn and was able to deflect the attack just after claiming first place, crossing the finish line just in time.

“I win again!”

Bakugou crossed in fourth, tossed his controller to the side, and plunged his fingers into Deku’s ribs. The greenette squealed and fell back on the couch, dropping his own controller in favor of trying to defend himself.

“Nohohohoho, Kacchahahahahan!”

“Let me tickle you! I’ve got to get this anger out somehow, and clearly I’m not doing it through Mario Kart!”

Bakugou – an expert at tickling his childhood friend – quickly straddled him so he couldn’t roll away, shoving his tickling fingers under Deku’s shirt to dig into the bare skin, watching the smaller boy’s face light up with a giant smile with satisfaction. If he couldn’t beat him at video games, at least he could beat him in a tickle fight.

Deku squealed and giggled and halfheartedly pushed at the blonde’s hands. “Stohohohohohop, Kacchan! No fahahahahahahair!”

“You never liked it when I played fair in our tickle fights.” Bakugou smirked. “As a matter of fact, I’d bet money that you were antagonizing me on purpose to get me to do this, weren’t you, Deku?”

The greenette’s dark blush was answer enough, even without the whiny laughter and weak protests.

“Thought so,” Bakugou chuckled, finding the spot on his lower ribs that Deku always seemed to love having tickled, feeling another rush of satisfaction when his friend tossed his head back and laughed more freely than before. “Since you wanted it so bad, I’ll make sure to tickle you extra good, you silly little nerd.”

*

167) Lee Todoroki, Ler Deku

“Wow, Todoroki,” Deku marveled as he took in the state of their dorm’s living room. He could barely make anyone out for the sudden fog. “This is really impressive! Good job.”

Todoroki’s “thank you” was a quiet mumble, but the greenette could hear how proud he was of himself. He didn’t like to combine his heat and ice unless necessary, but his friends had begged him to try for the sake of giving their dorm an eerie look for Halloween, and Deku could tell that he thought it was pretty awesome too.

“Where’s the creepy music? Bring it on already!” demanded Bakugou, and soon a cheesy Halloween soundtrack off of YouTube was playing through a set of speakers, and a cheer went up among them.

As the others indulged in some spooky-themed snacks or gathered to play games together, Deku sidled up to his partner and nudged him playfully. “Knew you could do it.”

“I thought I could, too,” Todoroki admitted softly. “I just…”

Deku took his hand. “I know.”

Todoroki smiled at him gratefully. Deku smiled back, then shivered. “But now it’s kind of chilly in here, don’t you think?”

“It adds to the ambience.”

“It does.” Deku shifted so he was hugging his boyfriend, snuggling into his chest. He was aware that Todoroki’s heart began to race faster – cute! – but he was on a mission, and he wouldn’t be deterred. “But still…can you keep me warm, Shoto?”

“Hmm? Of course I ca-hahahan!” Todoroki squealed and slapped a hand over his mouth when the smaller boy began playfully tickling his sides. “Ehehehehe wahahahait! Midohohoriya!”

Somewhere nearby, a couple of the girls cooed at him, making him blush furiously and squirm in a desperate attempt to get away.

Deku beamed up at him. “Trick or treat!”

Todoroki could barely form a retort, he was so flustered. He giggled and pushed uselessly at his partner. “I dohohohohon’t hahahahave any cahahahahandy!”

“That’s okay. Your laughter is sweet enough to make up for it!”

*

168) Lee Bakugou, Ler Todoroki

“Whahahahat are you dohohohoing?!” Bakugou cried through helpless giggles as his partner tackled him to the floor, sticky fingers tickling along his upper ribs. “You’re mahahahahaking a mehehehehess, idiot!”

“Oh, I am?” Todoroki teased, smirking at his boyfriend. “What a pity.”

They’d been given the task of making caramel apples for their dorm’s Halloween party that evening – something they knew they’d be able to handle easily, which was probably why Todoroki felt it safe to mess around a little while getting the job done.

The only problem was, he had caramel all over his fingers when he started tickling his unsuspecting partner, which meant said caramel was now on his upper ribs.

Bakugou tried shoving him away with his elbow so as not to get the caramel on his hands in his boyfriend’s hair. “Quihihihihihit it! You’re mahahahahaking me stihihihihicky, icy-hohohohohot!”

Todoroki stopped tickling, but only to grin at him with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

Bakugou knew him too well not to know what was coming next. He panicked.

“No!”

“But Katsuki…”

“No!”

“You said yourself I’m making a mess. It’s only fair that I clean it up…”

“No, no, no – NOHOHOHOHOHO ICY-HOHOHOHOHOHOT!!” Bakugou tossed his head back and roared with laughter when Todoroki began licking up the caramel that had gotten stuck to his boyfriend’s upper ribs. It was just coincidence that it happened to be his most ticklish spot – total coincidence. Definitely.

Todoroki expertly kept Bakugou’s flailing arms at bay as he went to work, even throwing in a little tickle bite here and there to make him scream. He grinned at the hysterics he was pulling from his usually grumpy partner. “Hold still, I’m almost done~”

“FUHUHUHUHUHUCK YOU, ICY-HOHOHOHOHOHOT!!”

“What’s that? You want me to keep going?”

Bakugou screeched. “NONONO WAIT—!!”

They did eventually get the caramel apples done, but they may or may not have run out of caramel for the last couple of apples by the time the party started.

*

169) Lee Deku, Ler Eri

“Mr. Deku…I don’t think I’m doing this right…”

Deku glanced over at Eri’s pumpkin, which had a very jagged, toothy-looking smile etched into it barely just below the eyes. The proportions were a little off, but considering a child was behind it, Deku found it rather endearing.

“It looks cute, Eri!” he told her, ruffling her hair.

She looked over at his own pumpkin and frowned. “But…yours looks more like the ones in the stores.”

“So? I think it’s cool that yours doesn’t look like everyone else’s. Don’t you?”

Eri glanced back at her own, then at his, then back again. Deku could tell she was comparing herself, and he hated that for her.

He set his carving tool aside. “Look, Eri.” He traced his finger along the wide smile of her pumpkin. “It kind of looks like yours is laughing. See? His smile is huge! It looks like he’s really happy.”

Eri thought about it for a moment. “Kind of like Mr. Lemillion.”

Deku laughed. “Yeah, just like him!” He couldn’t wait to tell Mirio that he’d been compared to a jack-o-lantern.

“Or you,” she added, tentatively poking his side. “You smile big like that when you’re laughing, Mr. Deku.”

He blushed. “Y-Yeah…I guess I probably do.”

Eri was obviously feeling a little better about her pumpkin now, because she gave him a shy smile and wiggled her little fingers into his side, making him yelp and giggle on instinct.

“H-Hey!” he stammered, blushing and squirming away when she reached for him again. “What are you doing?”

“I wanna see if I made my pumpkin look like you when you’re laughing, Mr. Deku,” she said. “If I did, then I think I like it just as it is.”

Well…he couldn’t really say anything to that, could he?

Deku allowed her to climb on top of him and tickle him for just a bit to make her feel better, doing his best to make sure his face looked as goofy as the pumpkin so she’d be happy with it. He’d hate for her to feel disappointed in her very first jack-o-lantern, after all.

*

170) Lee Dabi, Ler Hawks

“H-Hahahahahawks! Stohohohop it!” Dabi snickered, trying to pull his hand away from his boyfriend’s grip while shoving at his shoulder with the other.

Hawks smirked at him, keeping his wrist pinned down while he scratched gently but ruthlessly at his palm. “Nah.”

“Thihihihis is embahahaharrasing! Quit it!”

“It’s not unusual to be ticklish, Dabi.”

“You knohohohohow what I mehehehehean!” Dabi snorted, then buried his face into Hawks’ shoulder to hide his blush. “Stahahahahap!”

Hawks grinned to himself, unfurling his wings while he kept up his gentle tickle assault. Ticklish palms. Just like Shoto, he thought. Dabi was more like his brother than he liked to let on. And well…Hawks didn’t know about this next spot on the youngest Todoroki son, but he did know about it on the oldest.

“Haah-aiieehehehehahahaha Hahahahahahawks!” Dabi screeched, arching his back as the hero’s feathers enclosed around both of them, brushing along the bare skin of the villain’s back. He squirmed and cackled, finally freeing his other hand to then use both in self-defense. “You bahahahahahastard! Stahahahahap tihihihickling mehehehehe!”

Hawks grinned at him. “Nah,” he said again, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “You’re too cute like this.”

“Yohohohohou’re wihihihihihicked! Completely ehehehehehevil!”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m the worst.” Hawks kissed his neck. “But I don’t see you trying to get away.” Also like Shoto.

Dabi blushed bright scarlet and covered his face as he dissolved into giggles, Hawks’ feathers brushing along his shoulder blades and back with a gentle ruthlessness that had him totally helpless. “Shuhuhuhuhuhut up!”

Hawks chuckled too, then finally kissed his lips. “That’s what I thought.”

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