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The age of the students at Bullworth Academy (part V)
Ouais salut l'équipe! Sorry for this long time of absence but as I said, studies take up a lot of my time. Well, here is the part V which was very much awaited (it's not true, but please do it)! Sur ce, bonne lecture!
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-> I'm going to assume that Bullworth Academy is a high school
-> Since it is a high school located in the United States, four years ago and not three as in Europe (ex: France). That's why I'm going to make the following cut:
1st year: 14-15 years old - Freshman
2nd year: 15-16 years old - Sophomore
3rd year: 16-17 years old - Junior
4th year: 17-18 years old - Senior
Nerds:
Earnest Jones:
as seen in the previous part (I know it's dated), I had hypothesized (although it is very likely) that Ted was a 17-18 year old senior. Since Earnest and Ted are competing for the class steward position (I think that's it lol), I came to the conclusion that Earnest was also a 17-18 year old senior.
Algernon Papadopoulos:
I couldn't find much about Algie. The only small element that can give rise to a hypothesis is that in a line of dialogue, he says that Ted nicknames him "little buddy". In this case, if the word "small" refers to his age, it would mean that Algie is younger than Ted so either a freshman, sophomore or junior. But if it's not his age, then I don't have anything to make a hypothesis about his age.
Beatrice Trudeau:
Without a doubt, Beatrice is a 17-18 year old senior. On several occasions she talks about medical school and even says in a line of dialogue "I already know the medical schools to which I'll apply". Those in their final year have to apply to the universities they want and wait for an answer (like us in France). That's why Beatrice does this. Add to that the fact that she's been applying to be a cheerleader for several years, but Mandy turns her down every year. This reinforces this idea that Beatrice is a 17-18 year old senior.
Bucky Pasteur:
"I don't think I'll ever be big enough to be a Jock but I want to try!". This is the only element that allows me to go on a lead concerning Bucky. This line of dialogue makes me say that Bucky is not a 17-18 year old senior because it would be ridiculous to want to join the Jocks in his final year. So Bucky is either a freshman, a sophomore, or a junior. Unfortunately, I couldn't find anything else that would allow me to give him a precise age.
Cornelius Johnson:
If you listen closely, you can hear Miss Danvers making an announcement that Cornelius has the worst result on a sports aptitude test in the history of the academy. From that moment on, I told myself that he must be a 14-15 year old freshman. However, Cornelius says that Dan was hanging out with the Nerds last year so the idea of a freshman is wrong because otherwise he wouldn't have known Dan as a Nerd.
I came to think that Cornelius might be a 17-18 year old senior and that the aptitude test is the test for those in their final year, I don't really know.
Thad Carlson:
First of all, I went to look again at Dan's presentation sheet and I hadn't noticed that it was written that Dan could be one of the oldest students in the academy. So I'm going to assume he's a 17-18 year old senior.
As far as Thad is concerned, if he knew his big brother as a nerd, then he is either a 15-16 year old sophomore or a 16-17 year old junior.
Donald Anderson:
Donald is, in my opinion, either a 16-17 year old junior because he says "This is probably the worst year. Ever at Bullworth" and in this case the word "ever" refers to the fact that he is still at the academy for this year but that next year it may change, either he is a senior of 17-18 years old because he speaks college like all the final year students I have dealt with in the previous parts.
Melvin O'Connor:
As I said with Russell, the age to drive a car in New England is about 18. On the other hand, for a scooter, you must be at least 16 years old without restriction (tell me if I am wrong Americans) while in France, for example, you must be at least 14 years old.
When Melvin says "I thought delays were supposed to wear helmets", we can assume that he is lashing out at someone who is on a scooter because it would be illogical to wear a helmet in a car. As a result, we can understand from this line of dialogue that Melvin may not be of legal age to ride a scooter. So we can say that, maybe, Melvin is a 14-15 year old freshman.
Fatty Johnson:
I'm not going to lie to you, but I haven't found anything that would allow me to start with even the beginning of an answer. Really, I promise you, I searched his dialogues and his presentation sheet and there is nothing!! Fatty is one of the characters we'll never know exactly how old he is lol.
Here's the end of that part. Next time I will try to deal with students who are not in any group. It's going to take me a little bit of time but that part will be there. Thanks for reading! Bonne journée tout le monde!
#bully canis canem edit#bully cce#bully scholarship edition#canis canem edit#nerds#earnest jones#algernon papadopoulos#beatrice trudeau#bucky pasteur#cornelius johnson#thad carlson#donald anderson#melvin o'connor#fatty johnson
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Maneater (Chapter 1)
pairing ➩ Ex!Bucky Barnes x Promiscuous!Reader (College AU)
series warnings ➩ drinking, asshole!Bucky, enemies to lovers, exes to lovers, love triangle, smut, slut shaming, cursing
chapter warnings ➩ cursing, mentions of sex, kissing, betrayal (because reader is very bad at self control)
synopsis ➩ Y/n fucks up.
word count ➩ 800
“Truth or dare, Sophia?” says a drunk frat boy. You’re barely paying attention to the game. Instead you are focusing on the music that plays. You listen as it goes from The Killers to Kendrick Lamar. And from Kendrick to Dua Lipa. And from Dua to…
“Y/n?” Your friend, Wanda, pulls you out of your trance.
“Truth or dare?” you hear a dude ask. The voice belongs to Thor, who definitely falls under the dumb jock stereotype. He’s not mean, but he also isn’t nice. It’s his ego that repels you.
“Dare,” you say without hesitation.
“Hmm,” he pretends to think. You already know he’s gonna tell you to kiss him. It’s written all over his face for one, he’s giving you major ‘fuck me’ eyes. “Kiss me,” and there it is. You walk over to him, grab him by the cheek, and connect your lips to his. It starts to get awkward for everyone as he sticks his tongue in your mouth as far as it will go. Not wanting to continue this uncomfortable embrace, you pull back and return to the spot beside Wan. Drinking your vodka and cranberry juice, you dare her to take a shot.
As the game goes on you think about things. Like all those times Jane, your roommate, mentioned she had a thing for Thor. Well by the looks of it, he does not feel the same way. He’s a player and she should know that. The only reason he kissed you was the hope of sex. He’s not a keeper, so no, you don’t feel bad about your dare.
A half hour goes by and the game finally ends, leaving you to go back to your house. When suddenly, Thor pops by your side. “Can I walk you home?” He asks.
“Uhh, sure,” you give him a slight smile. A walk home is innocent, and you like the sound of having a football player by your side as you travel across campus in the dark.
“So, I know we haven’t really talked that much, but I think you’re really cool and pretty, and maybe sometime we can go on a date.” He takes you by surprise, maybe Jane was right. Honestly, you had never expected the word date to come out of his mouth, and it’s really making you want him. What girl doesn’t like a little bit of attention?
“You know what, I’d really like that, but my friend is sorta in love with you.”
“Who, Jane?”
“Yeah” You feel kinda wrong for telling him, but you’re not in middle school and it seems like he already knows. Your friendship with Jane is pretty superficial, she really just uses you for your notoriety among male students. But you’re not complaining, her dad pays for your housing. Of course you offered to pay your share, but he insisted.
“She’s spoiled and petty, but you, you’re perfect.” Shit. Fuck. Thor is saying all the right things. The silence that surrounds you is comforting, and you don’t feel bad at all, everything feels safe as you walk for a few uninterrupted seconds.
“Listen as much as I want to kiss you, and I really do, I just can’t. I have to respect my friend, and she really likes you. You’re off limits”
“Wow, you’re a really good friend, sorry I don’t mean to make you feel pressured.”
“No, don’t feel bad. Shit, I made this awkward.”
He chuckles. “No you didn’t, just, I shouldn’t have asked you out” For three minutes, the two of you walk in silence. But being a good person was never your strong-suit.
“What you said it isn’t true, I’m not a good friend.” He raises his eyebrows in curiosity. As you approach your doorway, your lips run to his, leaving the two of you making out right in front of your rental. His tongue is much more calculated than it was at the party, and his hands start to squeeze your ass. That’s when you pull back. You can’t do this.
“I’m sorry,” you say, disappointment evident in your tone. This is just wrong, you’re a horrible friend. You run to your door and slam the it shut. What the fuck did you just do? As you melt into the wall, struggling to breathe, you see Jane with the angriest expression you’ve ever seen. “Jane, I’m so sorry. I don’t even know why I did that.”
Suddenly, your home is filled with screams of disappointment, anger, sadness, jealousy, and just about every negative emotion known to man. “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” And you don’t bother reasoning with her, she will always get her way.
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Hear me out king
Himbo Steve that accidentally dresses super slutty
So like I’m imagining like a college au w ex jock Steve being Bucky’s roommate that’s used to just wearing what he has so he’s just wearing some running shorts but he wears that and like an old college t shirt but he’s aware enough to know he’s gotten fat but oblivious to the fact that he now looks like a blimp, so his ass is straining the poor shorts (also leaving a good amount of bulge on display in the front) and his shirt fits in the morning pretty snug ,but by the afternoon it’s riding up and he’s completely unaware so he’s just in his dorm ass fully over filling his shorts , his gut hanging out of his shorts , and his bulge just there , and Bucky comes back (maybe from class ig) but he just comes back to Steve sprawled out on their futon everying fully on display a beer or two maybe by Steve’s feet (and purely just for visual purposes you know how Chris gets that pink kinda flushed look when he’s kinda drunk, anyways I’m imagining that carrying over into Steve) and poor baby is just unaware how much of a slut he looks like (I also imagine him just adjusting his crotch in his too tight shorts but the touching just leaves him like half hard so he’s constantly readjusting but basically playing with himself) anyways Bucky sees Steve like this and it’s absolutely the final straw and he just puts his stuff down on his desk and just practically pounces on him and starts making out w him (and obviously Steve’s into it but he’s thinks it’s just out of no where still unaware how slutty he is )
Anyways can you tell I’ve been getting college ready 🤓
I have had this prompt for so long. I'm so sorry 😅😅 so hopefully you stuck around to see this request get filled and please enjoy if so!
Warning for stucky belly kink ahead. Always unbeta'd. Stuffing, weight gain, tight clothes, kink discovery, etc. all ahead!
"You-you're going out like that?" Bucky feels like his brain has blue-screened, staring at Steve as he stumbles out of the bedroom in their tiny box apartment not too far from campus.
"Like what?" Steve inhales hugely in preparation for his equally massive yawn, his belly swelling enough that the seams at the sides of his shirt audibly strain to contain him. Once he's done yawning, covering his mouth with one big hand, he smooths that hand down the dome of his belly over the thin, worn fabric clinging to him like a second skin. He's wearing the college shirt he bought their first year before their first term even began. It's gone from being white to practically transparent.
Transparent and... the shadow of his belly button is... 🥴 it's present.
And it's too early for this shit.
Why is he wearing that shirt!? 😫😫😫
The shirt he bought in school spirit and excitement before their first term even began as freshmen - before Steve stopped working out cold turkey, too much studying to keep up with his routine from football. Besides, he's not playing football in college, so why should he keep going to the gym? He doesn't need to!
He was actually a size medium, back then, but he always crammed himself into smalls. Back then, his muscles threatened to burst the seams of his shirts. And now...
It isn't his muscles that Bucky is focused on drooling over, staring through the transparent fabric. Far from it. It's his belly button. Shadowed. Deep. And always stretched by the end of the day from the food he shoved down his throat, piling up under the soft fat that's expanded out like a balloon under his shirt. Bucky is staring through the transparent shirt, not at his muscles, but at his pink, round, hard nipples. Bucky can just barely see them around the logo of the name of their school. But he can. He can definitely see them. He can see his nipples and the puffy mounds of his pecs-turned-moobs because all the excess weight he's put on stretches the logo out. It's not really obviously readable anymore - that logo. Bucky's not focused on staring at his muscles through his transparent shirt, he's drooling over his arched spine when he shrugs, "yeah, 'course," and walks around Bucky. Walking away from Bucky.
Oh, God.
Watching him walk away is worse than seeing him, soft and so, so unaware as he stumbles out of bed.
His ass in those fucking pants. Jeans. His ass in painted-on blue jeans.
His backside is ripe. It's huge. It jiggles when he walks. His thighs rub together like they did before, but it's not solid muscle anymore that doesn't shake and move so easily. Thick. Hard. It's softness. Fat. Jiggly, bouncy, rippling fat that's widened his thighs and his ass and even his whole entire waist.
Widened to the point that it makes the bottom hem of his shirt cling to his muffin top deliciously.
Bucky hasn't had breakfast yet. He could devour a dozen muffins, he thinks, and he doesn't have Steve's gluttonous appetite. He never has. Steve doesn't just have a hollow leg to store the excess food he stuffs himself with; all of his body is hollow, and it's all so stretchy. He stretches big. Wide. Fat.
"Why?" Steve's sleepy mind finally catches up to Bucky's odd, struck-dumb behavior. Questioning him.
"'Cause, because, 'c-cause," he swallows all the spit that's gathered in his mouth. He really can see the line of Steve's spine through his transparent shirt. He can see the way it's been pulled forward and pushed back to compensate for all the weight he's got on his front and all the weight on his back. His belly. His boobs. His ass.
Bucky feels faint.
"Because?" Steve prompts, lazily going about his breakfast routine - making himself an an exorbitantly sweet, exorbitantly sized protein shake, helping himself to a protein bar (or two) to snack on while he waits for the blender to be done with his shake, and two (or three) bowls of cereal with (full-fat) milk. No wonder all of his clothes look painted on. No wonder he's blown up after high school football like a blimp.
A fat, delicious blimp.
"Because someone is gonna, gonna try to pull some moves on you," Bucky pushes out a stupid excuse. A shitty little pick-up line. What he really wants to say is because one of your professors is gonna kick you out of their class for indecent exposure! I can see you're... you're... all of you!
Steve smirks around his chewing. He's already got a mouthful of protein that his body clearly doesn't know what to do with anymore, and it's only 10 in the morning. Early for their college-student asses. His throat contracts, swallowing a big chunk of it, a fattening chunk, "you think so?" Again, he smooths his hand down his front.
Is he trying to torture Bucky this morning?
Bucky nods stiffly when he realizes Steve actually wants an answer.
Steve smiles so wide that his dimples appear on his chubby cheeks.
Oh, God.
He's so hot and he's so sweet. Literally. All he seems to eat (besides everything) is sugar.
Bucky makes a strangled noise and stiffly walks around their apartment, picking up his books and binders and pencils and unplugging his laptop from its charger, loading his bag up so he can get to his first class on time.
Bucky allows himself to steal one more look at his stupid hot, stupid boyfriend before he leaves. Hand on the doorknob, looking over his shoulder, he gets the perfect eyeful of him from the side as he chugs his protein shake. Fuck. He has curves for days. He's shaped like a fucking S. Fat tits, looking irresistible in his impossibly tight shirt. Huge, round belly defying gravity, sticking straight out. Mounding asscheeks trying to bust out of his stretched jeans. He nearly lets a moan slip.
Every swallow leaves his throat bobbing and his tummy swelling larger.
"Later," Bucky calls, voice strangled.
Steve stops chugging for long enough to lick his lips, wipe his hand across the shining, wet surface of his plump lips, burp unashamedly, and say, "yeah. I'll see you for lunch?"
"Uh-huh," Bucky forces out, his voice nearly audibly wrecked. Lunch. Yeah. Like Steve needs lunch. Just look at him. So. Big. Or, actually, no! Don't look at him! Bucky ends up slamming the door and shoving his hands into his pockets to hide the semi he's now rocking.
Jesus Christ.
Bucky hears Steve rip one more, loud burp as he's shuffling away from their front door. Palms sweaty. Lightheaded.
Thanks, Steve.
...
They meet up for lunch at their usual spot on campus. Today, Steve is a little late, but Bucky wouldn't change that little fact for the entire fucking world. He's sitting at a table, bouncing his knee, half paying attention to his phone, waiting for Steve to dig into his meal when--
"Oops, that was close!" Steve's cheerful voice cuts in. "Sorry! My bad!"
Bucky sets his phone on the table, next to his tray, and looks up.
Steve has his own tray. It's dangerously full, nearly overflowing. Especially dangerously full because as he was approaching the table, a huge smile on his face, excited to eat and excited to see Bucky, he apparently wasn't paying attention and nearly ran into another student.
The other student grimaces, also apologizing. But then slips away without further incident and...
Bucky is forced to watch, in seemingly slow motion, Steve strut toward the table. His hips, so wide now, sway. His thighs swish, swish, swish, rubbing together as he walks. It's no wonder two pairs of jeans have worn through at the thighs already. His moobs bounce with each step. His belly, too. It's so round. Rounder than Bucky remembers it being this morning. How-? Has he been snacking in class? How much did he eat for breakfast after Bucky left?
Bucky is struct dumb by the idea of Steve leaning against the fridge, chugging his protein shake that's practically a fucking milkshake or sugary smoothie at this point, head tipped back, throat working, belly growing. Then, on top of that thick, sugary drink, barely a drink more a thick slurry, shoving down a whole box of cereal. Also, tipping the sugary, crunchy food straight back into his mouth. Chewing through it. One hand rubbing his tight, tighter belly. And when that's not enough, he throws the empty cereal box aside with an unsatisfied growl, turning his huge ass around, pulling open the fridge with all the elegance of a starved grizzly bear, then bending over, sticking his fat ass out, belly hanging underneath him, and using both hands to grab anything edible and shove it straight into his face.
Shaking himself out of the fantasy, Bucky bites his lip. His stomach growls. The sound of desire has nothing to do with the food on his plate or even all the food piled onto Steve's plates. It has everything to do with Steve himself. Steve crammed into his fucking clothes. They look like they might burst at the seams at any moment, like that soft-yet-firm fat could come bursting out, pale except where he's being squeezed the tightest, red lines cutting into him.
God.
Steve looks impossible good. Impossibly good standing, walking, then, even better sitting down.
When he sits down, his belly jiggles like extra firm jello and expands even further into his lap. Taking up a lot, lot of real estate. Bucky would like to take up the rest of the space on his lap. He'd like to get up and fall over onto Steve. Straddle his lap. Press himself like a cat against his round, overfull tummy. And he'd like, more than anything, he'd like to feed him every crumb of food sitting on the plates on his tray. He wants it so much that he feels like crawling out of his skin. Bucky is on the edge of his seat and this close to falling off, drooling as Steve scratches his belly, now seated, and finds his shirt rucked up enough to expose a few inches of his delectable belly that puffing out over his pants.
"Hey, Buck, you havin' a good day so far?"
Bucky swallows, his voice suddenly rougher than gravel, "yeah." His day has been... fine. But, now it's great.
It's great.
...great watching him nod and instantly wrap his big mitt of a hand around his fork and scoop up his food, straight to his mouth. So eager to eat. Feed himself. It's great. It's definitely not torturous for Bucky to watch him swallow mouthful after mouthful, eating with the efficiency of a competitive eater, making pushing all that fuel down into his already swollen belly seem easy. Where the fuck is he putting it?
Bucky can barely hold into his own fork. He can't really hold onto any thread of conversation Steve starts, talking around his constant mouthfuls of food, either. He's entirely consumed by Steve's consumption.
His painted on clothes just get tighter and tighter and tighter.
He drops some sauce on his huge, puffy moobs, and it causes Bucky to choke on his water. He nearly does a spit take.
Steve whines about it, upset about ruining his shirt.
"We'll bleach it," Bucky says all too quickly. As insane as Steve is making him, he can't get rid of that shirt. He just can't! It's so transparent, and it's the closest he can get to watching Steve blissfully stuff himself shirtless, spilling sauce over his big, strained boobs.
Steve frowns but nods, too.
His appetite is far from ruined.
Bucky pretends to need something from his backpack so he can lean down and peer under the table. Those inches of dough-bursting-from-a-cardboard-biscuit-tube fat are on display again. He's swelling. With every mouthful, his gut is growing. Wider. Fuller. Bigger. He's bloating. He looks like a blimp.
Bucky doesn't know how he's going to get up from his chair to go to his next class, he looks so heavy, but he would pay a million dollars he absolutely doesn't have to watch it happen. He wants to film it and replay it again and again and again until the tape wears out so he knows each and every jiggle, so he can see every place his clothes roll up or ride down, so he see can memorize the entirely satisfied, pleased expression on his handsome, chubby face.
Bucky nearly bursts himself, thinking about it, so he doesn't know what's going to happen when Steve does have to get up. He'll combust if Steve gets up to get seconds.
Steve will probably get seconds. He can't imagine Steve sitting through an entire two classes without his big belly grumbling if he doesn't have at least a few more plates.
Oh, God.
When did his boyfriend get so fat?
And when did Bucky start liking it so much? 😳😫
...
Bucky gets just a glimpse of Steve in their apartment after class before he's off to work. And it's a... a lot.
Steve nearly doesn't see him. He's studying, so focused that he's mindlessly snacking. He has to snack. Otherwise, he can't focus. That, or, he focuses by nearly chewing holes in his cheek and lip. He's always had some kinda oral fixation. His football mouthguards always ended up with teeth marks in them, same with his yellow, #2 school pencils, and every year for his birthday, he gets Steve a pack of weirdly flavored gum for him to try alongside whatever regular gift Bucky got.
Bucky is relieved and pained by Steve's transition from non-edible (or not swallowable (gum)) oral fixation to completely, only edible items. Relieved because he doesn't have to tell him to stop chewing on shit he shouldn't and pained because...
Fuck.
Just looking at him hurts.
It... hurts. 😳
Steve parked his fat ass on their couch - putting a big dent in the middle, thanks to his weight - and as he studies, he's working his way through a pile of snacky, easy-to-eat, processed food. Wrappers are everywhere.
His transparent, stained shirt has rolled up past the few inches of his thick lower gut all the way to his belly button. Huff. The "small" of his is back exposed as he hunches over, reading the textbook in his lap. His chunky love handles are visible as well. Jesus. Bucky bites his own lip, suddenly also in need of something to do with his mouth. Steve's pants have been exchanged for gym shorts, and they're forced down loooow on his hips. There's too much stacked weight on them for them to sit in the right place. Woof.
"See you later," Bucky rasps, staring at Steve's thick back. As he looks, he imagines Steve's front, though. He's leaned forward, so his gut must be crushed into stretched, thick rolls. It must look extra round and big between his chest and thighs and--
Stop thinking, Bucky. Stop imagining, Bucky. He tells himself. It's not good for him. He's not gonna be able to function at work. Shit.
Steve lifts his head, "huh?" There are crumbs on his face. His chubby, messy cheeks will be the death of Bucky. "Oh, yeah, Buck, see you. You'll be back for dinner?"
"Yeah," Bucky coughs, "dinner."
He eyes Steve's exposed tummy now that he's turned in his seat. Round. Getting rounder. Impossibly rounder. How is he still getting rounder? Still bloating and growing and swelling. Ripening. Marked with red and pink and white lines. Growing fatter faster than his skin can take it. Ballooning out of his clothes and his own body.
Hnnng.
How does he fit it all in there?
How does he not notice?
He's growing out of... everything!
Bucky spins around before he can pop a boner, "dinner!" He squeaks and speeds away.
...
Steve. has. already. visibly. grown. by. the. time. Bucky. returns. from. work.
Visibly grown.
By now, he's so round he's almost fucking spherical.
He's so big that he's massive.
He's pink with heat and satisfaction, a lazy, little smile on his face, and he's reclined fully back on their couch, the TV playing in the background - some football game Bucky couldn't give less of a shit about - one hand resting over his dick and cupping his balls under his gym shorts and underwear while the other is wrapped around a beer can.
Bucky doesn't make words. He just growls. It escapes his throat.
He's had a few. The cans are sprawled messily around the coffee table with evidence of more snacks. Not just thoughtless snacks for studying. Deliberate snacks. Snacks enjoyed while relaxing in the light of the TV. Nuts. Meats. A few sweet treats.
"B-ugh-ck!" Steve hiccups in the middle of his bright greeting.
Bucky still can't speak. The TV is on full volume, but he can't hear it; it doesn't matter that there's anything playing on it. All he can hear and see is Steve.
Steve.
Steve, in his stupid, too small shirt that's rolled all the way up to his motherfucking tits by now. It's a bra. The shirt looks like a bra now, stretched tightly over his moobs but not covering them. Bucky swears it's even more see-through now. His nipples are hard. Pink. Round. Hard. Hard like his drum-tight, globe of a gut.
Steve hiccups drunkenly once more, staring at him, patiently waiting for any sort of response. He jiggles and jolts; he sloshes with alcohol.
"You eat without me?" Bucky can hardly get the words out.
"Nah, nah, just-" he broadly gestures toward the mess in front of him, the beer, the snacks, the GUT fat and full in his lap, monopolizing the space, "-relaxing."
Bucky shivers, "yeah." He licks his lips, "you know... work wasn't so good for me. You gonna help me relax?"
"Ov-" Steve stifles another hiccup behind his fist, "oof," he puffs, pulling his hand out of his pants to settle his sloshing belly, digging into the taut side, "of course!"
Bucky swallows, "'kay," his mind is reeling, "stay there." Not like he could get up even if he wanted to. "I'm, I'm gonna... I'm gonna get what I want to relax."
"M'kay," Steve smiles into his next sip of beer despite still dealing with his belly-jostling hiccups.
Bucky goes to the kitchen, places an order for pizza, a lot of pizza, using his phone, but comes back with the box of cupcakes Natasha sent him home with after work. Working for a heartless, large corporation like Starbucks can have its perks, as it turns out.
Steve has finished his latest beer, and he tries to throw it onto the coffee table but misses. It rolls across the carpet instead. Bucky can't hold it against him. Bucky can't hold anything against him. Not when he's like this. Big. Huge. Hiccuping. Sloshing. Stretched tight. So tight that every time he burps, he groans. Thighs splayed out as wide as he can get them to give his huge, huge, bare belly space to breath. His tits barely covered by what used to be a shirt - what was a shirt just this morning.
"Oooh, gimme," Steve reaches out his hands, making grabby hands for the box. He knows it contains something sweet.
"Jesus," Bucky can't help but murmur. How does he still have room?
"What?" Steve asks, making a greedy sound that goes straight to Bucky's own uncomfortably tight pants. "You wanna relax by living through me vicariously?"
"Sure," Bucky rasps. "You'll work through 'em in no time," he nods toward the cupcakes. Steve takes a bite from the first one, getting frosting on his nose and nearly choking as he moans around the taste, his eyes rolling back, then closing in bliss. "Your metabolism."
"Yeah," Steve moans, arching his back, trying to shift some of the weight off of his lap, "couple'a sessions and they won't mean nothin'."
Bucky is stunned. He genuinely doesn't know if Steve is drunk enough on beer and food and sugar to think he still works out or if Steve just somehow knows that Bucky is throbbing at the sight of him and is going with it. "Yes, and"ing.
Whatever.
It doesn't matter.
The sight of him.
Fuck.
Overfed.
Ballooning.
Fattening.
Steve swallows the first cupcake. The second. The third.
"Ugh," he smacks his lips, they're sticky with sugar, "do you want me to eat them all."
"Mmm-hmm, big guy," Bucky smiles, trying his hardest not to crack. "There's pizza on the way, too."
"Ohh," Steve moans. He moans! At the thought of pizza.
What. the. fuck.
He doesn't just moan, though, he wiggles in his seat. His gut is so hard, packed to the brim, that it doesn't really move. Bucky swears he can see the jump of Steve's pulse in the stretched, tortured skin. It looks so heavy. So full. He wiggles like he's trying to find room, but it's obvious to Bucky that there is none. It would be obvious to anyone who had the pleasure of seeing Steve like this. Anyone but Steve himself.
Steve, who's groans and gurgling and has his eyes so heavily lidded that they're practically fully shut. Yet...
He's making steady progress.
He swallows the fourth and fifth cupcakes in practically one bite each. Bucky sees the thick, moist cake go down his throat in a big, bulging gulp.
Steam is about to shoot out of his ears. Fuckfuckfuck. This is his wet dream that he didn't know he had.
Steve hiccups, he's not even closing his mouth all the way as he chews now. He's breathing too hard to do so, and so he keeps making these lip-smacking, sighing, exhausted sounds. But he also keeps eating. Bucky doesn't even have to prompt him. He just does it.
How?
What?
Why?
He looks inflated.
No wonder he's gotten so fat!
He'll be fatter tomorrow.
Bucky would bet money that this shirt won't get over his swollen pecs in three weeks, in a month, tops. He's just blimping up too fast.
"Gimme the last one."
"What?" Bucky startles.
"G-guh," Steve groans, rubbing his hands on his ball-shaped stomach, massaging, like he can work the fullness and tightness away. "Gimme the last one."
"The, uh, the cupcake?"
Steve cracks open one eye, "yeah, duh," he says.
"Okay."
Bucky's hand shakes as he grabs the last cake, unpeels the wrapper, and extends his arm, shaking more and more the closer he gets to Steve's mouth.
Steve's fingers wrap around his wrist, steadying him, and he leans in the last half inch, tilting his head to the side, his eyes slipping shut and his sweet, sticky, pink lips part. It happens in slow motion. He bites in slow motion. He moans, "mmm, yeah," around the delicious cake, his fingers grasping tighter, locking Bucky in place as he takes bite after bite until it's gone.
He licks Bucky's fingers clean.
Bucky
Bucky doesn't
Bucky can't -
Bucky can't function.
Steve's long eyelashes flutter, "that's the stuff," he groans, fully satisfied and sounding like it.
Bucky is sweating.
"The cupcakes, sure," he puffs, "but I dunno if I can work off a whole pizza, Buck," when he turns his head to the side to look at Bucky where he's sitting next to him, his chin doubles. Bucky almost moans out loud.
Instead, he shakily gets out, "n-no one said anything about an entire pizza?"
Steve whines, digging his fingertips into his gargantuan tummy. It looks fake, he's so round. Like he got a fake, heavy, silicone pregnancy belly - overdue pregnancy belly and stuck it on himself. "But you knooow I can't control myself around pizza."
"I don't want you to!" The words explode out of Bucky.
Steve jolts in surprise. He hiccups painfully, wincing, "huh?"
"I don't want you to control yourself. Fuck, Stevie, I can't fucking take it. I gotta - I, I, you-! You make me crazy. God. I can't get over this. I don't want you to control yourself, and I don't want you to work anything off. I want you, I want you to -" he can't say it out loud.
He can't say, I want you to get so, so much fatter. Bigger. Heavier. I want you bursting out of the next size up in clothes, too. I want you waddling. I want you always stuffed and satisfied. I want you so big that when I fuck you your tummy hangs and jiggles and you moan about how anything else, any little extra bit will make him pop, even just Bucky's come in his ass.
"Over what?" Steve's eyebrows crease together adorably.
"This!" Bucky groans, "oh, God, all of this," he gestures to the globe of Steve's belly.
"I'm," Steve licks his lips, "I'm just bloated, though."
Bucky moans, "you're not." He does what he's been dying to, he digs his hands into that fat, he pinches Steve's heavy, stacked sided, "you're not just bloated, baby. And I love it."
Steve makes another confused noise, he stares down at himself, trying to wriggle and getting nowhere as his chest heaves with the effort to move all his weight. "Oh."
The doorbell rings.
Pizzas here.
They stare at each other, both of them breathing hard, just for different reasons. Steve's fat fucking gut is weighing on his lungs, compressing them and every time he tries to move, he can't. Bucky's on the edge of orgasm, just watching Steve glut himself, and his lack of breath isn't helped by his frantic admission.
"You don't have to-"
Steve slides both hands down the apex of his rooooound gut, he leans back into the sofa, seemingly reveling in the feeling, really truly taking in the feeling of his bloat, of his fat, for the first time. "Feed it to me."
"What?"
"I don't think I'll be able to get anything else in if I have to do it myself. So. You're gonna stuff me."
"What?"
"Buck, please, stuff me. I want it," his voice is raw. He moans needily, "stuff me."
How can he resist?
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Stucky Fics
Weirdly enough it took not watching Marvel anymore to get into these boys.
One or both is in the Avengers
The Best Way to Wake - LeeHan Bucky was in the ice and was found a year after Steve. Steve is determined to make Bucky’s experience better than his was.
Head Over Heels- Chiyume Bucky (re)learns things about himself when taking dance class with Natasha
My Albatross Always With Me -LolitaBlue Bucky Barnes joins the Avengers team as a weapons developer. Steve has an attitude about it.
Rhapsody in Pink- 1918 After chemical castration from Hydra, Bucky’s libido is causing some hallucinations.
Like A Good Little Soldier Girl_Back_There, xPixelx Bucky gets brought on as a sniper to the avengers team. Steve has a lot of feelings about it.
Pour the Guinness buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle), lyn7 Modern Bucky meets Steve at a bar and does not realize who he is.
Sorry, Not Sorry Art_By_DrowningByDegrees, SoftObsidian74 Vet Bucky really resents Cap. And thinks he’s hot.
Through a dark night, without a sunrise, love will tell us where to go LunaCanisLupus_22 Bucky can’t remember being the winter soldier but that doesn’t stop him from being wayyyy interested in Steve.
Retired Avenger(s)
Song of the Rolling Earth - the1918 Steve is living a quiet life on the farm when he saves a young man who got hit by a car.
if you're looking for jesus (then get on your knees) - voxofthevoid former captain gone rogue meets agent Bucky
ABO fics
Love Me Tender Like What Keeps You Well thiccbuckybarnes Retired Widow captain Steve Rogers and young omega Bucky. Jane Austen vibes.
Wanna Feel the Heat With Somebody- 2bestfriends Omega Bucky finally takes a risk and gets a new job. Too bad his boss is way hot.
On the cover of Alpha's Health -Jerana photosheet, omega captain america Steve
Heart of Fools- Claudia_flies alpha captain america, hired omega Bucky
Mistletoe Season- lordeofstucky Christmas fic, Captain/alpha steve
The Omega Protection Act - Imagineitdear omega rights, omega Bucky, past non-con
The Way I Feel For You -Becassine avengers fake dating with omega Bucky.
Lullaby for Futures Lost - Oh_i_swear ex-special forces nanny Bucky taking care of omega Steve’s baby while he does his avengers stuff.
(Not A) One Night Romance Girl_Back_There, Oh_i_swear Dad Steve and younger omega Bucky. His kids don’t exactly approve
A Year and a Day Julie_dAubigny (burningbrightly) mistreated omega Bucky with a mysterious past rescued by Steve. Medieval ABO.
Dad/Single parent fic
you will always be my favorite form of loving thiccbuckybarnes dad steve, college student bucky
On The Back Of A Raindrop - musette22 dad steve, gardener bucky
I wanna be yours-prettylittlehead22 dad bucky, art teacher steve
Songbird-chicklette washed up star Bucky, art student Steve
(Not A) One Night Romance Girl_Back_There, Oh_i_swear Dad Steve and younger man Bucky. His kids don’t exactly approve
Prince Charming - Brenda Tattoo artist Bucky is a bit of a matchmaker and loves the ladies. Then he meets Steve.
Home Is Wherever I'm With You by cydonic Bucky moves next door to flip a house. Cue adorable dad Steve next door.
Veteran/military
All About Sarge - Izulkowa, myfailsafe ptsd processing featuring adorable dog.
A Higher Epsilon- deadto27 veteran/dogwalker Bucky, meet-cute
Can't Keep My Hands to Myself - AHM1121, MissyRivers Bucky is a tattoo artist/yoga instructor. Steve needs a way to wind down.
Prince Charming - Brenda Tattoo artist Bucky is a bit of a matchmaker and loves the ladies. Then he meets Steve.
Sorry, Not Sorry Art_By_DrowningByDegrees, SoftObsidian74 Vet Bucky really resents Cap. And thinks he’s hot.
Human Au- College
Learn Me Hard Oh, Learn Me Right -AHM1121 math tutor Bucky
On Thin Ice-fandomfluffandfuck. Friends with benefits college hockey au. (feat. daddy Bucky)
Alkynes of Trouble by yammz Nerd Bucky, Jock Steve, lab partners.
Human Au- Sex work
E is for Escort VenusDoom3 escort Bucky hired by Tony for Steve.
Whiskey & webcams by fallenangel69 Bucky does camwork and roommate Steve gets very curious. (gay Bucky, Steve discovering his sexuality)
General human au
The Big Board buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle) Bucky Barnes, senior news anchor at SHIELD and stat guy Steve.
I was alone, I took a ride (I didn't know what I would find there) unremarkable Shelter 2007 au artist Steve
A Very Specific Type- yammz Bucky has a type and silver fox Steve fits it.
Then a small thing happened by beaarthurpendragon- Bucky’s combat photographer career ends with an accident. He goes to a lake house next door to Steve’s mom. (Grief,astronaut Steve, Christmas)
chemistry-deadto27 Bucky has a disappointing one night stand with Steve but keeps running into him. Yoga instructor Bucky, Photographer Steve, Bucky making rom-com level bad decisions.
Put It on Repeat, It Stays the Same by giselleslash The boys get snowed in and realize that fwb is not working for them.
Give me a pen, I'll write you a story orphan_account Bucky gets to meet his author idol. A huge misunderstanding starts them off on the wrong foot. Bdsm with sub Bucky.
The House on Winter Lane ClandestineMira (LoquaciousJargon), Duchess_On_Fire Former MIT student Bucky after a car accident lead to losing his parents and his arm. Works for construction company and starts hooking up with silver fox Steve, who is building the house that was Peggy’s dream. FWB/angst/grief.
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I’ll Wait - Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader Oneshot
Masterlist
Word Count 10 K
Relationships: Main pairing - Eddie Munson (Fem) Henderson!Reader. implications of Steve Harrington x (Fem) Henderson!Reader on an early development stage.
Warnings: They are in love, they are just idiots. Eddie’s mind oscilating between fluffy and dirty thoughts about the reader. This was titled after a Van Halen song, so you can expect references.
Summary: Eddie pays you an unexpected visit in the middle of the night, time matching with your return from your prom date with Steve. Guessing he is very worried about you just because he doesn’t trust him, you gladly receive him and get into telling him some details of the night. The post party fun with your waiting friend deviates in some sweetly intimate situations that put to test his capacity to hide his feelings for you.
Notes: This oneshot continues my line of work on an in development headcanon series. You don't have to read it to understand this, but checking it adds some context. This follows the end of part 3, also giving some insight on Eddie’s pespective of what happened during it.
Tags: @losersclubisms @p-hoenix @bilesxbilinskixlahey @chalametnpeaches @thatsonezesty13 @poppet05 @starkssnarks @tasmbestspdrman @shinycloudss @slut-for-bucky-barnes @rosencolorgardens @yourthebrokengirl @alexandraoonaghives @dark-angel-is-back
Absolute desperation would be the only way to describe his state that night. Waiting for the phone ring was agony while knowing that was his only circumstantial way of getting news of you. Gareth promised to call for his first spycraft mission report as soon as he would be back from your house, but the logical holdup felt eternal. It was killing him, nothing could shake Eddie out of the overthinking.
Even when trying to focus on the bright side, he would inevitably end up freaking out. You said that you were merely helping out another friend who needed an emergency plan for a prom date after breaking up with his girlfriend and you put yourself in disposition of all Hellfire for a similar deal. Nothing out of the ordinary, you wouldn’t consider it a romantic thing. Yet you also spoke to him about how you wanted to make him proud, for what you had a planned act of representation for the event in honor of all your freak friends. Hellfire was getting a witch, their very own Mistress of the Dark, and you were doing her introductory act as the prom date of Steve Harrington.
That sort of comedic character/mascot of the group you came up with was a defense mechanism you were preparing. It was supposed to leave the bully ex friends of your new troubled friend powerless when they would try to mess with you, meaning that you were going to make fun of any jock on your way. Eddie would have loved to see that. Perhaps if he would have made it into graduation like he should, the spot beside you could have been his. He would have showed up just to be your date and join the fun
Would you have rejected Steve if he would have been in position to ask you as his date for that very same night? The most self indulgent side of his mind chose to make him think you would, but he wasn’t convinced. For as lovesick as he was, Eddie would have never imagined you could be reciprocating his feelings. If there was something you two had in common, besides from a ton of weird interests, was your inability to self perceive as someone people could be crushing on. While he would find it unbelievable in you, precisely because you were his crush, he wasn’t applying the same standards on himself.
It wasn’t fair. Why did it have to be you? The only girl in town who thought he was cool, sometimes even to the point of seeking for his approbation. You were nice, funny, clever, beautiful and you shared most of his passions. A gift from the Valar, too good to be true, it was obvious Melkor had to turn it into a nightmare. From all the girls in the school, Harrington had to pick you. For as much you would insist on claiming him your friend, his invitation to prom at the risk of being mocked for going with you had to mean something. He wasn’t the King anymore, but his social capital couldn’t be completely gone. After all, he was still a good looking athlete and some other girl would have wanted to be his date. You were picked for a reason, he wasn’t a random desperate weirdo who wouldn’t get any other chance.
Was it some sort of poetic justice thing? Would the universe make him pay for the audacity of Johnnatan Byers? The jock lost his girlfriend to an outcast dude, so he was taking away some other’s crush in return to balance karma. Losers would never get to have a win-win, someone had to suffer the consequences and that fool had to be him. Eddie Munson, the town’s freak, bottom pit of the school hierarchy. He needed to know what the hell was going on, for his own sanity, someone had to bring him a glimpse of an explanation. It was most likely that Gareth guessed why he wanted to know the details, but Eddie knew he wasn’t judging. Who could blame him for catching feelings for you?
It could have happened to anyone in the group. Even all the other guys who weren’t necessarily interested in you managed to get flustered over your nice comments a couple of times. They weren’t used to getting sweet compliments from girls and you were adorable, always finding some random positive thing to say that would leave them a bit shocked. His friend was pretty sure it made total sense for Eddie to be crushing on you, since he was the one who discovered you first and dragged you with them. The spy was helping you both in different ways, for you to get ready with your date thing and for Eddie to survive through it.
There was at least one good thing for him that came in with the call: Gareth got pictures of your look. One was his, of you two together and you personally gifted it to him. The other one, a little stolen treasure for his friend obtained on the duty, showed you posing alone. That was the good news, that Eddie asked to hear the last. Before getting to know that he had to endure not so pleasant information.
Harrington was a favorite of your family, your mother was very happy about your date with him and he was some sort of hero in your brother’s eyes. It was a super weird detail that caught the informant’s attention: the little nerd was best friends with him. He barely saw him at your house because he was taking part in Steve's preparations and that alone was an indicator of how close they were. When asked about your date’s reaction to you, Eddie’s not so subtle way to beg Gareth to let him know if the jock was into you, he had to do his best to share the information from an objective point that wouldn’t lead to a total disaster. The dude was jaw dropping with you, but there was an implied confirmation about how you were convinced that the situation was a fake date.
Not like that alone could stop Eddie from freaking out, but it was meant to be his own Phial of Galadriel: a bit of light among all the darkness. The jock fallen from grace was probably into you, but you got there for the sake of friendship. The previous desperation only grew, he needed to see you and he wasn’t willing to wait anymore. He simply couldn’t, or he would go insane.
Staying impassive until an approximated hour in which you could be back home was already painful, he wouldn’t hold on for an entire day. The nerves were making him smoke like crazy, only releasing activity he was allowing himself for the moment because getting high or drunk wasn’t an option if he wanted to see you later that night. Not caring for anything else, he was ready to sneak inside your bedroom just to see you. He really needed you to bring him calm.
He made it until way past midnight, only to find out he was arriving at your house almost at the same time you did. What the hell was that dude doing with you, for you to get home that late? Rushed thoughts made him think for the worse.. What if that asshole drove you to some calm, isolated spot to get the favorite post prom night tradition?
Was that what he wanted with you? Could he have popped your cherry on the backseat of his car? Eddie regretted that thought immediately, it was you who that was talking about. Sex on the first date was so not your style, starting by the fact that you never dated before. Maybe that very stretched conclusion was just a mean spirited projection of his touch starved self wanting you, another consequence of his infatuation.
While giving you time to arrive calmly, he began to search for the best way to sneak inside after you. He had to improvise and the backdoor was the easier way in, your room wasn’t actually that hard to find from there. Lights were on and the door was open, it had to be yours.
From a quick peek, he noticed some makeup on top of the desk and some clothes here and there that looked like they could be yours. The walls were full of posters, too many rock celebs to pay attention to each, and some horror ones. It surprised him to notice there wasn’t yet a Nightmare on Elm Street poster somewhere there, a mental note he was pointing to get you one because he knew you loved that movie.
Hearing you arrive through the noise of your high heels was the confirmation he needed to know he was in the right place, for what he did the best to stay cool.
“ Hi, sweetheart! You should really check that backdoor. Does your brother sneak out a lot or are you the naughty one?.”
No audible answer, but you seemed more amazed than weirded by him. Smiling innocently for you, Eddie was trying to dissimulate his own amazement.
There you were, finally in front of him and looking as beautiful as you did for your date. Your cute, clueless face contrasted with the makeup style: dark tones in your eyes and a shade of red on your tempting lips. ‘Is Gareth a mind reader or am I that much predictable?’, he thought while observing that. Your hair was mostly loose in its natural form, showing you fulfilled the promise of not straightening it. There were two beautifully crafted braids lost among your curls, decorated with little tokens. It was a small fantasy detail to a formal look that was yet a perfect marriage of metal and horror.
“ … Look at you, honoring us all while looking so damn gorgeous. “ He praised you as he kept his contemplative examination. A necklace guided his view in the right direction. The red dress was perfect for you. It followed the shape of your body in a way he hadn't seen before and he really appreciated the extra effort you put on the cleavage. Not like that casual comment you made to him about your plans had ever left his mind, he would consider it a mission accomplished on your part.
He was proud of your shown bravery and so into it all at once.
“ You are a hot babe.. You know that? It’s like if you were born for that look, too metal for jock hell. I bet you terrorized a lot of populars.”
The compliments made you giggle and he felt about to faint just because he caused that, there was some real surprise in your reaction and he loved it. Eddie was venturing to conclude that your date wasn’t praising you like that. He should have picked a different phrase, but that was the best description his dizzy brain could come up with and he was glad to see you liked it.
The little bit of cheekiness left on him found some encouragement.
“ Are you up for an after-after- party? Just you and me, of course.”
You were still all smiles, trying to come up with a reply but under the certainty that it was going to be affirmative. How were you supposed to say no to him? He just sneaked inside your house in the middle of the night to make sure you were alright instead of waiting for news like the rest of Hellfire. Once again, no other friend would be doing something like that, even calling at that hour would be out of the question.
“ I missed you.” You sweetly confessed, unaware of how much those words meant to him at that moment. “ It would have been awesome to have you around, if you would have wanted to come with Gareth. My family isn’t from Hawkins, we moved here a few years ago so you don’t have to fear prejudices. I don’t want you to feel like you need to hide to be my friend, I’m proud of you and of what we have, I can’t wait for them to meet you.”
That was the explanation you found: you thought he was afraid of showing up earlier because of your family and not due to being jealous to the core over the fact that you were dating another guy. Eddie couldn’t fight his own helplessness as you were trying to reassure him in complete unawareness. Despite that wasn’t the main reason, the words did have an effect on him. You made him feel missed, loved, needed as this super important part of your life.
After what he got to know, that was a great reassurement for completely different reasons. Exactly what he was craving to hear, even when you had no idea of why. Harrington could be a favorite choice of your family, but he himself could be your favorite.
“ I preferred to come over later because I wanted to have you all for myself. “ He answered to calm your assumptions in a quick tease.`` It’s not like I don’t want to be around other people, but sometimes everyone else is too noisy and I just want to be with you. Do you get that feeling too?”
That was a desperate ‘ Do you feel the same?’ hidden in ambiguous language, yet you wouldn’t dare to decodify it correctly.
“ Yeah, I do. I mean, it’s totally understandable to get like that.. at least for me. You mean a lot to me, Eds. I know it may sound weird to you because we don’t have a friendship of years like the ones you have with the guys.”
You were shying away from your own phrase and he frantically tried to make you keep going.
“ Don’t you dare to think I feel any less for you just because you are newer. You are my best girl and you are here with me now, that’s all I need to care about. It doesn't matter how long it took you to get there ”
As you listened you were trying to dissimulate the bright excitement by dropping somewhere there all the stuff you brought with you from the bathroom when you thought you were all alone and about to remove your makeup to later change clothes. It wasn't like you didn't want to let your friend know how much his appreciation meant to you, but you were terrified of him reading the crush in you.
Right after you did that, you closed the door behind you.
" Mind if I lock it? My brother is sleeping, but we never know when that could change and he doesn't knock every single time he comes in."
" Spoiled boy that knows he is able to come to you at any hour. " Eddie mocked himself through your explanation. " It's fine, I wouldn't want him to see me as the weirdo that got inside his sister's bedroom right after her date with the hero. "
His jealousy was talking for him again. It was subtle, but it slipped out like some verbal vomit.
" Dustin is going to love you, I can feel it because we know each other better than anyone in the whole world. " You corrected him. " If you are important to me, then you will become important to him. That's basically how Steve became my friend: my brother loves him and that helped us bond. "
Eddie was craving for you to end the sentence with the counterexample just to hear you say that you loved him. Even if in that context it wouldn't mean what he wanted.
" You don't need to worry. I am absolutely sure he will get there by himself and if he doesn't count on me making him love you. If there is something we both are really good at, it is preaching love. "
A literal blessing, either contextualized or decontextualized.
" But it is true that a good introduction will make things way quicker. He can't find you here now, it would be a bad start. He may be little but that doesn't mean he isn't protective and he would get a wrong idea."
Or maybe a very right idea, he thought. The kid would be seeing a dumbass who wanted to be with his sister in every conception of that phrase. An idiot in love, a guiltful thirsty weirdo.. all of that wrapped inside the dude that she would keep introducing as her friend.
" How was the night with Mr Harrington, by the way? Did he give proof of his chivalrous fame?"
The expression made you chuckle.
" It was great, we had a lot of fun. Taking your friend on a sort of publicly expected date may be a loser thing, but it is such a chill experience. You don't have to impress anyone, there is no pressure to make the other person like you. We were unhinged fools together and nothing mattered. It was so funny that we were tecnically considered to be dating even if we were just doing dumb shit."
You didn't tell him about the kiss, there was no point in speaking about that. Why would he want to know? He probably didn't care, Johnnatan didn't describe to you his first kisses with Nancy. Not like Steve and you were like them, but the point was still valid.
It was something that should stay between the two of you, friends who kissed once under certain contextual circumstances. Just like it stayed between you and Eddie at that time when he taught you how to kiss after you confessed to him you were a kissless loser.
" What kind of dumb shit? I want the details. " He insisted. The description fitted with the telling of his spy, but he needed to know more. "One of us doesn't venture in that cursed institution everyday, even less as the date of some athlete. We need to organize the tale we are gonna share among our people."
You sat on the bed to take off your heels and he couldn't help following you with his glance, immediately regretting doing so.
" Do you want to be my bard? "
The ask you delivered was said while you were struggling with the footwear. The long skirt of your dress was complicating your access to the opening-secure adjusting mechanism, which made the compromised leg get more exposed in the fight.
Eddie didn't let you finish it alone, dropping on his knees in front of you to offer his assistance.
" Mind if I help, princess?"
It was a sweet act of service that he really meant to play out cute. The part of him that was a respectful, well intentioned and semi functional perv having the hots for you reacted to the visual, but lust wasn't necessarily his drive for it.
The enamored bard wanted to play being a prince.
" You got hooked on that Cinderella joke, didn't you?" You teased him as a way to hide how soft the situation made you feel because he looked so sweet. " I could use a hand, that would be very nice of you. "
Carefully and delicately, he helped you to get off the footwear during a moment of absolute tenderness. Fortunately for you, he was too focused on it to see you melting. Literal weakness on your part ,a mix of factors was making it very hard for you to dissimulate.
It was his cute expression of concentration, the subtleness of his touch and the fairytale romantical implications of the position. Perhaps you were too influenced by Steve, his words during your slow dance and the wonderful things he introduced you to on that very same night. Stomach ache inducing sweet traditional romance, it got to your head and you were seeing things. Your friend/date left you drunk of it and Eddie was dealing with the beginning of a hangover. You felt sorry for him and the dumb hopefull bitch he would have to stand. At least you had a nice story about Chrissy to tell as payment.
It couldn't be, but it felt almost as if he would be indulging you on exactly what you wanted. What Steve made you want, hard to envision outside of the dreamy context in which he gave it away for you to try. You could be dreaming only of him, at least for that night, yet there was Eddie accidentally feeding on your pointless obsession once more.. Almost as if he refused to be downgraded on your list of fixations.
His classical cute grin acted like a happy and wordless 'done!' just as he finished helping you out. You wanted so badly to kiss him, but you weren't going to try. No more screw ups, you couldn't be kissing two friends on the same night.
The solution you went for was a middle path one, proper of a friend. A chaste peck on the forehead given with your thanks leaving a lipstick stain that you actually found a bit funny to the sight. He laughed with you, but only to stop himself from falling apart.
The hunger for your affection made him love it, yet he couldn't help feeling frustrated. Eddie could swear that his wishfulness made him doubt you could be going for his mouth. His líps parted to welcome yours when you approached, feeling self deceived when the kiss landed on his forehead.
" I'm sorry, Eds. Let me clean you up. " He heard you apologizing.
As if he wouldn't wish you could be staining his líps, neck, and anywhere you wanted with as many kisses as he could get from you... Only if you would want him.
" No problem, dollface. Go ahead, but I want to see it first. I bet it is super cute."
As he was checking himself on the nearest mirror you picked the stuff you brought to clean your own face before you got to know you were having visits. Over the course of that very brief distraction, before you could get to face him again, Eddie found his way to be all over you once more. Arms wrapped around your waist in a hug from behind, he didn't have more excuses than his simple will to be close to you.
More of your cute giggling celebrated his mischief, he couldn't get enough of it. There was nothing he loved more than surprising you with one of those hugs and he awaited his best chance for one.
With no needed justification, he still delivered a goofy joke to simulate one.
" Very nice fabric, your dress feels as good as it looks."
The comment worked as an instant reminder for you to speak of the main aspect you thought he would like to hear about your night.
" Thanks! I told Chrissy Cunnhigam that it was made in the same material as the Devil's cape. Not only did she like the dress, she also thinks I'm very funny. "
His initial reaction was nothing like you thought. You were expecting to get bombarded with questions about her, but that didn't play out exactly like that.
" Was she laughing with you or of you? She doesn't seem to follow her boyfriend's crap, but I gotta ask anyways. "
The ask was about you, not her.
" Laughing with me, until Jason emerged from Crystal Lake to screw things up. " You cheerfully confirmed for him. " Before you panic, Steve helped me to deal with him as a sidekick on my horror comedy routine and we were hilarious. I'm pretty sure Carver was about to call an exorcist by the end."
Eddie was proud and jealous on equal amounts.
" Fuck, i would have loved to see that! " He lamented in a curse that was hiding some real regret. What he truly meant to say was ' that should have been me'.
That still could be him, even if he would need to struggle with his academic failure for it.
" Get ready sweetheart, next year will be ours. I will graduate with you. No matter what, I will... and you are coming with me to that shitfest of douchebags. "
His ultimate excitement while speaking made you feel so happy just thinking about it.
" Would you want to see the witch?"
" I will prepare my own character to be her perfect match and you are going to help me pick the horror species for it. I already have a few ideas in mind. It could be a dark wizard, a demon... Maybe a vampire? "
With his words as only warning, Eddie proceded to playfully bite your neck and the piece of wet cotton you got ready to clean him up fell off your hands. He was just messing with you, a vampiric mimic, but it made you shiver from how intimate it felt.
" Eddie!" You whispered as a playful callout, but that only made him answer with more bites followed by an equal amount of pecks on the affected spot.
" Would you tell me the full story? I will let you clean me up. " He innocently offered afterwards, referring to your encounter with Carver. "I can do the same for you, undoing Gareth's work because I skipped the making process seems fair to me. "
Biting and light kissing your neck was his own middle ground solution, one he took without thinking. He was joking about vampires with your exposed neck so close and you were used to his jokes, always comfortable with him even when those reached physical territory. It wouldn't be surprising in that context, or at least he thought so.
The rest of your tale advanced again focused on Chrissy. You were trying to concentrate on that to stop yourself from making things weirder. Taking an eternity to clean a simple kiss stain because you would be staring at his face could be the worst you could do.
The girl you assumed was your friend's crush, the incredibly sweet cheerleader. You began the anecdote speaking of how she complimented your dress when approaching to salute Steve, only for you to end up making a Carrie reference that she miraculously understood.
Your words were almost like a virtue pitch. It was all about how awesome she was to you, how comfortable she made you feel, how sorry you felt because she could be doing so much better than standing her shitty jock boyfriend. You were trully convinced of Chrissy's niceness and maybe it was time for you to stop being so fucking selfish. She deserved better and Eddie deserved her. if you could just hear it from him, you would cut the crap and act like a real good friend should.
Nothing but teasing for you, his best girl making a cheerleader friend. Exaggerated jokes, you only talked once, but he was all happy for you anyways and you were so confused. It wasn't what you intended, you wanted to bring him hopes regarding her. His friend made baby steps into proving his crush that the Hellfire freaks were less like the Manson family and more like the Addams, that he wasn't a scary guy.
He loved to hear the details of the elaborate story you invented to make people laugh, getting really into how you made the craziness escalate in front of Jason. That included descriptions of Steve's amazing performance joining your nonsense. Eddie's favorite part about it was when you presented him as a babysitter jock in zombie state commanded to protect your brother from bullies.
From all the other anecdotes about the night you could have told, your personal favorite was the little opening crusade against your bullies. Eyes closed, as your friend was cleaning the make up off them, you got to ramble about the reactions of Carol Perkins and Tommy Hagan to your entrance with Steve.
" They were like Chris Hargensen and Billy Nolan, waiting for us to show up just to put the buckets of pig's blood in position.... but I didn't give them their Carrie. I was like a less sexy and slightly pissed off Elvira spreading self aware irony and ruining their jokes. "
" That's wonderful, I bet they didn't see it coming." He praised you. " If I am impressed, I can't imagine how shocked they must have been. We are talking of hateful persons used to seeing you making yourself smaller."
" I wish you could have seen me handling Hargrove. " You proudly continued. " The guy is obsessed with proving the world that he is better than Steve, part of his enjoyment of the moment was supposed to be about bothering him and his loser date could have been a great point to start. He tried, but we spat in his hate parade."
Eddie let you know that you could open your eyes and the first thing you saw was his prideful smile indicating you to carry on.
" I felt a bit like Bilbo Baggings standing in front of Smaug, so I decided that was gonna be my way to go against Billy. I made him believe I was flattering him while the King whose throne he usurped was who brought me there. The real fun started once he fell for the trick."
Your listener was full of excitement and he contributed to the storytelling with some funny guesses.
" I salute your imponent, magnificent presence, King Billy of California. You who are our cruelest ruler: your beer breath is like poison, your fists are hot iron, you can rock us like a hurricane."
You almost forgot to watch over your laughing volume. Eddie made a perfect adaptation of the egomaniac self description Smaug gave to Bilbo in The Hobbit applied to Billy, then twisted it to be imagined as your fake praise speech.
" I can't believe you found a way of incluiding the 'my wings are a hurracaine' line. See? Things like this are exactly why I am sure my brother is going to love you... You are a freaking genius. My speech was less Tolkien, but that was the spirit. "
" Did Hargrove end up showing you his dragon belly?" Eddie quickly replicated, following the joke. " I bet he liked to hear you praising him with the rightful King witnessing his burglar's betrayal. That should have made his stupid ego show some weakness."
" Sure he liked it, Steve told me later that it was very hard for him not to laugh seeing Billy so full of himself. He wasn't sure of what I was doing, but he guessed that laughing was gonna ruin it. "
Pausing for an instant, you actually hesitated on continuing. You had a very funny thing to tell that could answer his question, but it wasn't a detail you knew for sure that really happened.
" You know... There was this little something that may count as the Billy Hargrove way of showing the dragon belly to me. The problem is that I didn't make that observation, Steve did and he may be an unreliable narrator. He was angry, worried, he wanted to protect me... I'm pretty sure he was freaking out inside and that made him exaggerate, see something that wasn't there."
The nervous attenuations you were making made Eddie very curious. You were very confident over the course of the tale, that sudden change was a weird sign.
" Finnaly a fucking flaw! What was it? " He asked you, the jealousy making him a bit more excited of what he should have been.
" Well, after the party we kept talking for hours and at some point as we were revisiting our victory Steve told me this really crazy thing he thinks he saw. He said it was casual, nothing to worry about, but it bothered him anyways. "
One last pause helped you come up with the words you needed.
" I was too busy looking at every front of battle while doing my thing, Steve was watching the whole thing happening because I asked him for space to let me do it. That was our deal: I didn't want a hero, he could join the fun but not try to defend me as a savior. " You added some context. " In his position of watcher he thought he saw Billy forgetting where my face was for a moment while I was flattering him. "
You laughed because the whole thing seemed unrealistically funny, but your friend wasn't following it.
" C'mon, it's hilarious! He totally got it wrong." You insisted. " We are talking of the dude who spent the last part of the semester making sexist jokes to Steve about how the only thing he could want with me should be getting pussy and that's pathetic because I am unfuckable. Why would he be checking on my boobs?"
Eddie felt so teased by destiny, so cursed by a God that enjoyed to inflict ironical tortures on him.
" Turns out the dragon's weak spot was indeed on the chest after all. " Was the only thing he could cleanly deliver.
He had no idea of how to explain you that, even while that asshole hated you, it was fucking obvious he could want to look. The visual was brand new as your dress and, while subtle, freaking hot. The ego boost you gave him probably made him unapologetic about making it be his intimidation strategy, feeling like he didn't have to watch out from doing it because he was above everyone and wouldn't be questioned.
In some way, that bully acted exactly like Smaug. He took a fool risk doing something stupid because you tempted him into it through sweet talking.
"... It doesn't seem as unrealistic to me. I hate to agree with Harrington, but that wouldn't surprise me coming from Hargrove. Vince Neil would look at any tits on his gaze range, it's the philosophy of Motley Crue."
" Yeah, when away from cameras. In public they gotta pretend they are picky to keep their brand."
He adored you even when you were frustrating him to the core. You were so innocent, it was so hard to make you see the point and he had to stop himself from throwing a comment that could be too filthy. He had a shit ton in mind, that was for sure, and he felt horrible about that.
" It's an intimidation tactic, sweetheart. It's about power, not flirting or wanting you. It gives Billy control over the situation. In that way he gets your date angry and he can possibly get you scared while he knows you both are gonna do nothing about it."
Like Smaug threatening Bilbo?"
" Sort of, yeah.. only involving a very interesting visual." He playfully concluded." Have bullies never used that tactic with you before?"
You nodded negatively and to him that was the cutest thing.
" Well, well. I have great news for you: it means you are pretty."
" I would have preferred him to drive like he is about to run me over with his car as Max told me he did when trying to scare the boys."
" You were the one who picked the Mistress of the Dark as inspiration. We know it was about comedy, not her sexy thing, but you shouldn't shy away from the possibility that you could have paid her a great tribute. Elvira would be proud of you."
That seemed to make you feel a bit better.
" That was for myself, I didn't want to make guys look. I was simply gathering the courage in my chest to face my enemies. " You completed him with a punchline. " Certainly, I didn't think one of them could look and I still don't buy it. Can a dress tighter than my usual wearing and a good fitting bra make that much difference?"
" Can confirm, those can." Eddie spat without thinking, mentally cursing himself afterwards. " Not to me, I mean, to those jerks. "
His softer side was returning. He was all love for you, temporarily overcoming his guilt over the naughty thoughts only helped him to show it.
" I think you are beautiful all the time, not just when you try harder and you certainly didn't start being cute when you began dressing like one of us as you always wanted. I wish we would have bonded earlier, maybe if Johnnatan wouldn't have been afraid of taking you with him when passing by to buy weed from me. Hell, I could even have smoked with you a few times. "
You smiled and proceeded to follow that deviation of topic to pretend you were unaffected.
" We are still on time for that. I don't intend to force all my friends to befriend each other, but I would love to see my two best friends getting along. "
From your viewpoint, that answer was about dissimulating your fear of being misinterpreting him into hearing what you wanted him to say. For him, it sounded like an indirect confirmation of the rejectment he assumed.
Trying not to look hurt, he kept listening and you managed to surprise him once more.
" I can never end to thank you for all the wonderful details you have with me, like this right now... It hits differently when it comes from you, I can't explain why. When other friends say or do nice things, like Gareth and Johnny did earlier tonight.They were really sweet, but I felt like I was missing something because I didn't have you. I don't know how you do it, but the love I give you never feels enough to return all the good yours makes me feel."
That was an ambiguous statement, but he accepted that vagueness of phrasing as a little ray of hope. He wouldn't try to pursue it, but it would keep him dreaming.
" What was all of that about? Are you thinking of compensating me after the awful night I spent worrying about your fate as the prom date of your friend, the self-claimed reformed bully? "
Your answer was clinging to him in a hug. A really tight one, you were squeezing with excitement and he felt like he could have died in your arms.
Nothing would have prepared him for what you were about to say.
" Cuddles, let's tuck into bed together. I just need to change my clothes and you have to take your shoes off. "
Eddie was wondering if that was a sweet reward or you were actively seeking to kill him. There was no way for him to survive that unaffected, in any sense.
" Sweetheart, you really don't need to worry about this debt of affection you think we have. I do and say all of that because I love you. "
The platonical implications of the sentence allowed him to release some of the pressure in his chest.
" I love you too and I'm just trying to show it. Let it be loving Eddie time for once."
The offer was made and he was hungry for your love. Whatever you would choose to give him, he was going to take it.
Heart melting feelings kept him distracted, lovely romantic excitement that was followed by some unexpected panic. You said that you wanted to change clothes, but you didn't seem to be going anywhere else to do it and he couldn't leave the room under the risk of being discovered by your family.
" Right now I'm feeling lazy to come up with excuses if someone catches me for a bathroom emergency so I have no other option." You commented, seeking to soften the impact with a joke later. " The following show includes extremely disturbing images, we recommend discretion to the viewer. I'm talking of traumatizing gross shit, graphic nightmares that may haunt you. It's up to your choice, of course, but the network makes me explain the rate. If you think you have the stomach to stand this cheap garbage made for shock value, that's on you."
It was your own version of an Elvira impersonation. You were making fun of what was about to come, introducing the inevitable awkward situation with comedy.
" Turn back if you don't want to see my bare ass."
Eddie could feel the air leaving his lungs to the warning.
" Wait, wait, wait.." He was barely able to speak, begging his brain to come up with something that could help him stop you from accidentally causing a disaster. " Ain't that gonna be super uncomfortable to you? What happened to my shy girl?"
" I learned to change in car rides when going to your shows. " You simply explained. " It's the only way Johnnatan and I found so neither my mom or Joyce would figure out where we are going."
What you were saying made total sense, but it never occurred to him. There were no words on his part, he was processing the new information.
" It's all messy because I have to do it in a rush. Sometimes the hurry doesn't collaborate, so at those moments Johnnatan has to become my collaborator. We have some hysterically hilarious stories, there is one so terrible that we even named it. ' The Fishnet Emergency', one of the most embarrassing things that ever happened to me."
The telling of that story bought him some time, although it wasn't one that could help him calm down. The start was a reminder of that time you showed up to a gig wearing a jean skirt and fishnets. You were describing a dressing problem that didn't get reflected in the final result he saw. Changing in a reduced space and hurrying more than necessary resulted in the fishnets getting stuck halfway and you crying out for the help of the only person available. Clueless Johnnatan Byers freaked out as much as you did, which resulted in a chaotic scene of you two joining forces to pull the thing up through your body.
Thinking of all the touching involved made Eddie feel jealous yet thankful that didn't happen to you with him. Johnnatan wasn't into you, he didn't care about touching your thights and ass like he would have. Knowing himself and how weak he was for you, Eddie was sure he would have got a boner just by hearing you begging for his help. He would have wanted Earth to swallow him before you could have discovered it, hating himself while feeling like a disgusting pig that didn't deserve your friendship.
To make things worse, your ending was a lovely demonstration of your trust on him.
" By now you must know the rumors, but you also know Johnnatan is still my friend. He is really not a perv, just a hormonal dumbass who wasn't at the ríght place when he made a very wrong choice he deeply regrets. Yet, if I trust him despite knowing he once took spicy pictures of his crush without her consent, what is very creepy when saying it out loud ... Why wouldn't I trust you enough to do the same shit i do in front of him? "
One thing was for sure: he would never let the sexual aspects of his crush on you get that far. For Eddie it was all mental, just him burning for you in his little personal Hell. He would never escalate into a territory of blurry or non-existent consent.
What he found out through you made him feel a bit relieved, you were a literal angel because you were so forgiving of needy freaks. It made him wonder if you would be as understanding if you could peek inside his mind and see some of his thoughts about you.
He turned back, determined to prove himself better than your dear weirdo bestie. The feelings of his heart mattered more than the sensations in his crotch, even if there was a connection between both. Your love and trust were more important and your motive was a cute one. You were about to get undressed right there, but it was because you wanted to get all comfy for cuddles in bed. You wanted to give him sweet things and he wasn't going to screw things up. He was drooling to watch, desperate at the mere idea of getting a little peek of your underwear, but he wasn't going to indulge himself on that.
Instead, he observed the walls of your bedroom like if those were the most fascinating thing in the world. Most of the band centric posters were of metal groups, but there was a mix of subgenres on the individual ones. Pictures of specific band members, not just full band photos or album cover art. In front of him there was a goldmine of information about your taste in guys. The individual posters were probably your past and current rockstar crushes, your poster men.
Eddie wanted so hard not to get hopeful, but there were many guitarists. Three names were on a destacated position, placed on a central spot one next to the other like some holy trinity. On the left extreme, Angus Young in an early era of AC/DC. On the right extreme, Kirk Hammett from Metallica.
In the center, getting the biggest image and a clearly strategic ubication...
" Eddie Van Halen. " He said out loud, what felt once more like another mock of fate. " Why did you put him there? It feels to me that you wanted to be able to stare at him while laying in your bed. "
The ask had a slight undertone of tease to which you didn't reply immediately.
" Do you have a thing for him?" He insisted. " I promise I'm not gonna get jealous if you tell me I am not the only Eddie in your life. I can stand it because he is a badass. The Eruption solo slays, I can't compete with that."
The ask got you flustered. Not only because he was right, but also due to him being the one pointing it out. Believing him almost as far from you as that rock Idol on a poster, your real life Eddie got you more ashamed with that question than what you could feel while sliding off your dress.
" I have heard enough from guys complaining about girls for that. They think we aren't there for the music because we just want to drool over band members. " Was your vague reply. " I don't want to reinforce a harmful stereotype, it would be humiliating.``
Curious way to define humiliation, he thought, then remembered how important his opinion was for you. As important as your found sense of belonging on Hellfire, that you wouldn't want to lose over fangirl behavior.
" You ain't gonna lose my respect for a question I made you. I'm curious, that's why I dropped it. "
Being fully honest with himself, part of him wanted to hear you fangirling to close his eyes and imagine you were talking about him with some other friend. To hear you attach his name into want driven sentences, into lovely crush induced stuff.
A great coincidence presented him with more material to dream you could be his.
The inviting words relaxed you into talking, but he didn’t know of your inner tensions. The ramble about one Eddie became an outlet to express your love for the other.
“ I’m crazy for him. As a guitar player he blows my mind, he is so fucking cute and when he plays that charm all goofy I want to die. He has those beautiful brown eyes and that adorable grin that makes me want to kiss him every time I see him. Eddie just has to smile and I am done. My mind could be screaming at me to stop yet I will become an useless idiot drooling over him.”
The real Eddie understood what you meant better than you imagined. He had a foolish smile because he was feeling so good listening to you talk while imagining it was all about him. It actually was, you were thinking of him, but he didn’t know that. The description of the Van Halen guitarist matched him so well that you were expressing yourself freely but he wouldn’t notice. You took that chance to tell him a few things you wanted but wouldn’t say directly, although you obviously couldn’t see his reactions.
The indulgence of illusion brought him happiness and he got bored of staying still so began to pace around your room. Always careful of not watching you, Eddie was curiously checking on your things in hopes of finding new clues.
Your own panic stopped him when he got to your wardrobe, freaking out to the cracking sound of one of the doors.
“ DON’T OPEN THAT!!”
The hysterical reaction made his curiosity peak. What were you putting there, besides clothes?
“ It’s just a wardrobe, princess. What’s the deal with it?”
Apparently, the Cinderella jokes crystallized in a new sweet pet name for his list.
“ There is stuff there that is not meant to be seen.”
He hated that the first thing that description made him think of was porn. It couldn’t be, you wouldn’t have that, although that poster pinned up in that position did make him wonder things. Maybe it wasn’t only for romantic contemplation. What if you were touching yourself to it? Was that why you needed a good angle to look at Eddie while laying in your bed? He took a deep breath, trying to suppress that thought. Avoiding a boner was an important goal and thinking of you moaning his name wouldn’t help.
“ I promise you: there is nothing, absolutely nothing you could be hiding that I would find embarrassing.”
The answer he got wasn’t of great help as well.
“ Not this time, Eds. I know you will not look at me the same way if you see that.”
The worry in your voice made him feel so soft for you, so weak. Poor shy baby, if you could know of the shit he kept hidden you wouldn’t feel ashamed of yourself like that.
“ I call that bullshit: you can’t lose my respect. No way, never, and I am gonna prove it to you.”
Eddie opened the wardrobe to a teaseful countdown of three. You were so desperate to stop him that you put on the first shirt you saw and rushed towards him, but you got there late.
There was nothing out of the ordinary inside, so he didn’t understand the fuzz at first, but he did feel you firmly grabbing his shoulder as a subtle call for his attention. Precisely then, he saw the inner side of the wardrobe's door and there it was. The secret you were trying to hide at all costs were three page size posters of Jon Bon Jovi.
Sweet, innocent angel… How could he have doubted you? It felt so wrong to think he suspected you could have erotic material, then finding Bon Jovi and his dumb smile of pop poster boy.
“.. Please, don’t tell the rest.” Your begs sounded like sweet cries for help. “ If Hellfire gets to know about it… Look, I know Bon Jovi is cheesy pop with electric guitars. I don’t need to be mocked to notice it.”
“ Was this what you were so worried about?” He asked in a tranquilizing tone. “ Fuck, you are so adorable.”
He couldn’t see you, but the sound of cute nervous giggling made him get an approximate idea of your reaction.
“ Are you afraid people will find out that you like this dumbass? It’s no big deal, I will keep your secret. “ Among the comforting speech, he had to drop the question. “Do you mind explaining why you like him? No judgment, it’s just that this guy doesn’t seem your type. What is this plastic pretty boy lead singer doing here? Your room is full of badass guitar players. “
Eddie turned back to finally face you and he was so not ready for what he found. You were blushing, still recovering from the embarrassment, while wearing only a white shirt covering your underwear. In the rush to stop him you must have thought that the printed stamp would be enough to dissimulate the red of your bra, but it didn’t. It also wasn’t big enough to completely cover your panties. That’s how he got to know that on that shopping getaway you commented with him once you didn’t get just that new bra. Some saleswoman must had convinced you of getting the full set.
Red lace panties, jesus fucking christ. He had to look somewhere else or get the hell away from there.
Meanwhile, your blissful unawareness and those nerves about an absolutely meaningless issue got you talky.
“ Jon Bon Jovi is a marketing wonder. Yeah, he is fake and Bon Jovi’s music as a band is generic… So what? I can’t care less if truly doesn’t do drugs or if he is high all day when we aren’t looking, if he is a dick in real life or not. He sells a fantasy and I am buying it. It makes sense, because you literally can’t understand that band without the femenine perspective. Think, for example, in their first hit single. Runaway is a sympathetic, slightly lovey dovey song about a prostitute. This girl could be the chick Motley Crue just banged, she could be the girl in tons of mainstream rock songs. Do you know what changes? It’s made for girls, not just about girls. Bon Jovi made a wonderful discovery: girls who love the sound of electric guitars also can fall in love. “
He listened to you without interrupting. Not only because the passion you were putting on the justification was impressive, but also because he was trying to calm down and get ready to see you again without collapsing.
“ She Don’t Know Me, another of the first video clips, is just about Jon walking down the streets and being ignored by this woman he sings to. The pretty boy lead singer is not just a description, it is a concept imported from pop that works on him while the current paradigm is still indisputably ruled by the slut lead singer. David Lee Roth, for example: blond, hairy torso, shakes his hips like a goddamn bellydancer. That’s what I’m thinking of to define that archetype. What is Bon Jovi’s version of that? Jon looking at the camera like a sad puppy while shirtless also showing off all that freaking chest hair. It shouldn’t work, but it does because it is not just about exposing skin to look hot. It’s about feelings, he is showing vulnerability.”
At that point you weren’t just defending yourself and your secret enjoyment of a questionable band. You were thinking about Steve, on how you tried to make him understand that you weren’t the kind of girl meant for all the cute shit and he dragged into it anyways. He told you that you deserved those, making you feel that you didn’t have to be like Nancy or Chrissy to want it. He saw you at your freakiest freak state, prom dress resembling a witch and throwing Elvira style of horror comedy at anyone, yet he still thought you deserved the lovely shit guys sometimes show to normal girls.
Even if you two just played for a night, you were like the girl on a Bon Jovi video clip for once and it felt wonderful. Steve encouraged you a bit into accepting you could want rosy sweetness, that you were allowed to like it despite being who you were. A weird girl into dark things can like some pink: you weren’t any less metal for that. Just as you weren’t less capable of dreaming with love for being a bit macabre.
“. I like him because cliche romance feels nice.“ You followed and closed your point, fearing you could be extending it for too long. “ Is it girly shit guys would tease me for? Yes, but I like to have that. I like heavy, I like hard rock, but sometimes I also like to hear the pretty boy next door sing cute pop songs about how he wants to be with me and I want those to have a powerful guitar too. "
" Is Eddie the point of balance where all your needs meet? " He finally spoke, following your conclusion still into his illusion. '' You said that you think he is cute, but his insanely powerful guitar is the coolest part of Van Halen. "
" I have an obsession with him that I really need to get checked. '' Was your honest comeback, a reflection of how wrong you felt for having romantic feelings for your friend.
After finding a pair of baggy pajama pants in the open wardrobe and sliding in those you sat on the bed calling for him.
" Are you gonna come to bed? I think we still have time to talk about your crushes."
Eddie looked at you and the cute scenario that was presented to him made him feel slightly safer about keeping his situation in control. Your waiting was adorable and he really didn't want to disappoint.
" I think I prefer to keep hearing more on your marketing research."
He sat next to you, refusing your offer of returning the shoe gesture and doing it by himself.
The night you were having wasn't the one he expected when freaking out alone in his trailer. He came to you for reassurance on his hopeless cause, ready to settle with a few tranquilizing words that would make him think you weren't going to start dating someone else for real. However, what he got turned out to be far more than that. You pampered every aspect of infatuation with you and you did it in complete unawareness. The answers he came searching for weren't clear, but he couldn't care less at that point.
You dated Steve that night, but you were all his after midnight and nothing or no one was taking that away from him. Even when he knew you didn't mean that, cuddling underneath your blankets was boyfriend treatment for him coming from you. Shutting his brain down for an instant, he was perfectly capable of imagining that.
" Loving Eddie time begins. " He heard you declare while wrapped around your arms, what made him feel like the luckiest guy in the world even if he was just your friend.
" Isn't that everyday for you as an Eddie fan?” He was referring to your rockstar crush of the same name. " I really need to ask: how do you distinguish us? Do you call him Eddie and when you speak of me you use other nicknames? Something like: he is Eddie and I am Eds or Ed? "
The goofy remark had its answer, but he didn't expect it to be that sweet. He imagined you would come up with something cute, only not that much.
" He is Eddie and you are my Eddie, that's how I solved it. If you aren't on that wall yet, that's only because i have to wait until magazines will catch up on printing posters of you. "
Why were you doing that to him? How was it possible to feel so in love? You were absolutely fucking ríght: he was your Eddie because he was completely under your spell. Yours for you to take and ready to wait for that miracle even if his cynicism would tell him to give up.
" Are you trying to flatter me like I was some lazy asshole dragon laying on a stolen treasure? That's too big for me, I don't belong among those three heroes. "
" You are all of them in one guy. " You sweetly rushed to reply. " You have the chaotic energy of Angus, the kickass metal sound of Kirk and you are a cute badass like Eddie."
He was blushing, you made him blush like he hasn't in years. How was he supposed to answer that, other than kissing you and confessing his feelings to never let you go?
" Girl, you are amazing at spreading love. Maybe if the freak disease wouldn't have touched you as a kid, you could have been a cheerleader. '' Eddie commented, hiding himself in a joke as usual. " That was the greatest act of cheer I ever got, thank you. In fact... Can you love me a little less? My heart can't take it, i'm going to have a stroke."
" That's just a bit of how special you make me feel when you say all those nice things about me."
The subtle confession made him feel really happy.
" Princess, are you for real? Do you feel this good when I say you are pretty, or very creative, or super funny? That you are, actually. I never lie."
You nodded affirmatively with a sweet smile full of adoration.
“ Do you really want my picture on your wall, or you just said it to make me understand you?”
“ It could be a nice bonding activity to do with Johnny. “ You mischievously commented. “ I would even save money to pay him for an actual photo session with the whole band so you all can feel like rockstars, even if it is just for a while. I would give all the pictures to the club, so you guys can put those wherever you want. I just want to keep one of you for the wall.”
You had no idea that you were actually about to become his new poster girl, a polaroid picture of you was almost his and it was going to get pinned up somewhere on his trailer. Very close to his bed, so he could watch you anytime he wanted.
#stranger things#stranger things imagine#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x henderson reader#joseph quinn#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson fluff#sweet!eddie#perv!eddie#tagging as such only because there is a bit of inspiration on the concept#he is really sweet and he has morals he is just very very into you
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hello friends! i recently hit 2k and wanted to do something to celebrate! i've done a lot of sleepovers and such but only one writing challenge, and i wanted to try it out again.
being on here, despite any ups and downs i've, has been a loving and safe space for me. being able to make new friends and have a creative outlet has been amazing. i want to thank every single one of you that follows me, i never thought i would have one hundred followers, let alone two thousand of you. you all are the reason i'm still here, and the reason i decide to stay
thank you so much to @demxters for helping me out with this! i'm so grateful for you
you can find the masterlist for this challenge here!
rules:
- this challenge, as always, is 18+ only. minors please dni.
- please no dark fics or anything including waterspouts, scat, non/dubcon, incest/stepcest, underage relationships between characters, suicide or self harm, eating disorders, or anything involving sexual assault
- please tag me in your work as well as tagging the post #sweet as sugar challenge. if you have tagged me and i haven't reader within two days, please send me a message or link because i may have missed it!
- message me or send me any ask if you have any other questions!
- this challenge will last from friday november 4th to saturday december 31st. i understand some people write slower so if you need more time please don't hesitate to reach out! whenever you can! i don’t want to rush anyone and there’s plenty of time for everyone to write :)
- i will be posting a masterlist and updating it as i read finished fics
2 large eggs
choose 1-2 characters to write your fic about. this can be any combination of a poly/hinged relationship or character x character. however, i do not read for sambucky (as a couple) or buckynat (in any capacity). any other combination of characters should be fine, but if you have any questions feel free to message me
characters can include:
- any mcu characters
- any sebastian stan characters besides tommy lee, jeff gillooly, or steve kemp
- any chris evans characters besides curtis everett (i will also accept rpf for chris evans only)
- misc characters: steve harrington and matt murdock
3 cups of flour
choose one au to set your fic in or you can write in the mcu universe
aus to choose from:
- modern au
- college au
- decade specific au (70s, 80s, etc)
- coffee shop au
- abo au
- band/singer/celebrity au
- soulmate au
- athlete au
- royal au
- detective/fbi au
- summer camp au
- teacher/professor au
- bookstore au
1 cup of sugar
choose 1-2 tropes to include within your fic. at least one must be included.
tropes to choose from:
- the classic "only one bed"
- friends to lovers
- friends with benefits to lovers
- enemies to lovers
- exes (back) to lovers
- roommates
- grumpy x sunshine
- fake dating
- tutor x jock
- hero x villain
- neighbors
- sibling's best friend/best friend's sibling
- established relationship
- strangers to lovers
1 tablespoon vanilla extract
your fic can be any combination of smut, fluff, or angst, or only one if you prefer. once again, please no dark fics
toppings (optional)
this can be anything extra you want to your fic, such as moodboards, playlists, etc
tagging some mutuals but no pressure!!
@pellucid-constellations @itistimeforusalltodecidewhoweare @treatbuckywkisses @sweetascanbee @sweetdreamsbuck @bucky-barmes @thornsnvultures @inklore @irisofeden @smokeinherperfume @abovethesmokestacks @imaginearyparties @lilacletter @fandoms-writings @writing-for-marvel @foreverindreamlandd @jadedvibes @atlaese @nacho-bucky @sidepartskinnyjeans @navybrat817 @lavendercitizen @scrumptious-delusion @emerald-chaos @bubblebuckys
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ALL THE AUs!
Professor!bucky
Personal Trainer!bucky
Cowboy!bucky
Pirate!bucky
LET'S GOO!
Seriously tho, your writing is so amazing. It would be an honor to dive into alt-bucky psyche with you at the helm. Oh, Captain, My Captain.
AUGH anon you’ve plagued me with thoughts of hot ex-jock-who-was-D1-in-college physical therapist bucky x clumsy lifelong knee and hip alignment issues reader who is the embodiment of the “i don’t have rizz i have big doll eyes and many unsettling things to say” textpost + is at all times HYPERAWARE of how PAINFULLY HOT he is (and maybe even accidentally says that aloud! literally first meeting smth like “oh— wow, you’re really—“ *immediate alarmed I Have Said Too Much expression* . N bucky just laughs and goes ‘don’t worry, i get that a lot’ to which she’s very wryly like. “yeah I’m sure you do.”)
and then not only is he hot but he’s also charming and kind! very much “genuinely nice guy who was popular in high school/college and is still popular because he’s just. a good fucking dude.” which is worse! because that just makes him MORE hot! and here’s so much weird intimacy in physical therapy for knee/hip/back alignment issues (ASK HOW I KNOW!! bet you can’t guess!!!) and the POTENTIAL. augh. and then reader mentally being like “mmm this is fine. it’s fine! it’s his job and people react like this all the time because he’s hot and we’re all only human after all!!! it’s fine.” meanwhile bucky’s just like. helplessly endeared by the fact that literally any amount of physical contact shorts out her entire prefrontal cortex like overloading an electrical circuit because yeah people frequently do have crushes on him or behave in a way that indicates they find him attractive but what people do not usually do is completely lose track of speech mid-sentence because he’s touched them in any capacity. mm. i just need a lighthearted fic of dorky and easily flustered but still outgoing RC x a 40’sesque personality bucky with no major trauma or issues and with all of his Charm still intact. I dew not need to start another WIP i need to RESTRAIN myself
#AUGH YOU’VE PUT MORE THOUGHTS IN MY BRAIN!!!!#i would also make it age gap because well.#people over 35 make my brain go brr#ask#forcing myself not to think about any other au alternatives AUGH FOCUS ON DROPS OF BLOOD#yelling at my brain until it Does As It’s Told (Never Works!)#i do think his type (40s personality) is socially inept ppl tho#because. exhibit 1. steve.#he was so cringefail awkward weirdo (affectionate) (love that for him)#and bucky saw that and went. oh my god. i would follow this funky little guy anywhere#luke’s brainworms
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My media this week (5-11 Feb 2023)
ˢᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵃʳˡᵉʸ ᵠᵘᶦⁿⁿ ᵛᵃˡᵉⁿᵗᶦⁿᵉˢ ˢᵖᵉᶜᶦᵃˡ ᶠᵉᵃᵗᵘʳᵉᵈ ᵇʳᵉᵗᵗ ᵍᵒˡᵈˢᵗᵉᶦⁿ ˢʰᶦʳᵗˡᵉˢˢ ʳᵉᵃᵈᶦⁿᵍ ᵇʸʳᵒⁿ'ˢ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵖᵒᵉᵐˢ ʷʰᶦˡᵉ ᵖᵒˡᶦˢʰᶦⁿᵍ ʰᶦˢ ᵉᵐᵐʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶦ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵗᵒᵖ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰᶦⁿᵍ
📚 STUFF I READ 📚
😊👂Murder at the Charity Ball (Miss Underhay Mystery #11) (Helena Dixon, author; Karen Cass, narrator) - another episode in this cotton candy cozy series
🥰Plastered (Zenaidamacrouras1) - 59K, stucky no powers AU; single dad bucky + architect Steve - charming; solid versions of the characters, very enjoyable
😊Half a Soul (Regency Faerie Tales #1) (Olivia Atwater, author; Rafe Beckley, narrator) - quite enjoyed this, liked the neurodivergent rep, very relieved at the lack of 'cure' ending - it did make me want to read/finish the Sorcery & Cecelia series by Patricia C. Wrede
😍Knife Skills (Hark_bananas) - 72K, post-WS recovery fic; reread, forever fave, absolute perfection
💖💖 +180K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖
save a horse, ride an ex-jock (alligator_writes) - Stranger Things: Steddie, 9.8K - hilarious, almost-crackfic of a meet-cute at a country bar where electric bull riding shenanigans ensue. If you've seen that video, you get it
eat me alive (emryses) - Stranger Things: Steddie, 7.2K - baby's first rimming - eddie gets the full 'steve harrington treatment' - just delightfully filthy and also tender af
Auld Lang Syne (Annakovsky, drunktuesdays) - AEW: OC/Chuck Taylor, 36K - Family Man AU - do I watch wresting? I do not. Did I still get emotional while reading this? I very much did. shoutout to the great writing here!
shipling rivalries (ScarlettSwordMoon) - Batman: , 5.2K - HILARIOUS crackfic where all the batkids debate & present their cases for who Dick should be in a relationship with. Bruce regrets his entire life. Damian gets to say "That’s what Richard deserves: a strong warrior who can care and provide for him. I believe the correct terminology for it is a ‘daddy’."
📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺
Scooby Doo, Where Are You! - s2, e5-6
Night Court - s1, e1-3
Harley Quinn - "A Very Problematic Valentine's Day Special" [s3, e11]
Hot Ones - Kate Hudson Stays Positive While Eating Spicy Wings
🎧 PODCASTS 🎧
It's Been a Minute - The love and longing of Luther Vandross; Plus Grammy nominee Samara Joy
ICYMI Plus - The Anal Bead Cheating Scandal That Rocked the Online Chess World
The Sporkful - A French Chef And Cincinnati: A Love Story
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Marchand Dessalines
Shedunnit - A Detective's Farewell
⭐Off Menu - Ep 139: Nadiya Hussain
You Must Remember This - 1983: MTV Aesthetics, Flashdance and Risky Business (Erotic 80s Part 6)
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Rainmaker
Strange Customs - Andrew Seidel | The Lines
⭐Vibe Check - Happy Black History Month, Gahdamnit!
ICYMI Plus - How a 9-Year-Old Took Over TikTok
Into It - Rihanna Should Take Notes from These Super Bowl Halftime Shows
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Creston Dinosaur
Song Exploder - MUNA "What I Want"
Off Menu - Ep 178: Fern Brady
Endless Thread - My Canadian Girlfriend
Ologies with Alie Ward - Scotohylology (DARK MATTER) with Flip Tanedo
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The San Juan Island Pig War
It's Been a Minute - Hot and kinda bothered by 'Magic Mike'; plus Penn Badgley on bad boys
Our Opinions Are Correct - Encore Episode: Gender Essentialism
Digital Folklore - The Internet is The New Woods (Monsters, Ostension, & Moral Panics)
You're Dead To Me - Valentine’s Special: Georgian Courtship
⭐Hit Parade Plus - A Little Love and Some Tenderness Edition
🎶 MUSIC 🎶
The Essential Luther Vandross
Lizzo
Presenting Bad Bunny
Reggaeton Essentials
Folk Metal Forever
Old-School Reggaeton
Alestorm
CREDITS: Burt Bacharach
MUNA
Pop Tropical Bailable
#sunday reading recap#bookgeekgrrl's reading habits#bookgeekgrrl's soundtracks#miss underhay mysteries series#fanfic ftw#harley quinn animated series#hot ones remains one of my fave interview shows#liked the actors and characters in the new night court but it felt too copaganda adjacent for me to really enjoy#vibe check podcast#seriously vibe check will transform your wednesday mornings!#hit parade podcast#off menu podcast#you're dead to me podcast#atlas obscura podcast#song exploder#endless thread podcast#into it podcast#digital folklore podcast#icymi podcast#it's been a minute podcast#shedunnit podcast#ologies podcast#our opinions are correct podcast#the sporkful podcast#you must remember this podcast#strange customs podcast#lizzo#alestorm#burt bacharach#luther vandross
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Football AU Masterlist
Almost Boyfriends (ao3) - IronDadStan
steve/tony, bucky/clint, rhodey/natasha
G, 22k
Summary: Tony moved from California to New York his junior year of high school, where he started attending SHEILD high school in Brooklyn. He made amazing friendships his first day that would bloom into life long friendships. While Tony was a small, nerdy guy who kept to himself - everyone liked him and he never really had any enemies - well, there was one. The person in school he hated and who seemed to feel the same about him. Stupid, tall, handsome Steve Rogers.
Breaking the mould (ao3) - Jessymessy101
steve/tony, clint/pepper, steve/natasha
T, 27k
Summary: Tony has been bullied his whole high school career and for the most part, he had become used to the daily beatings.
What will happen when the most popular guy at school and captain of the football team suddenly wants to be his friend?
Can Tony just forget the years of misery or is the blue-eyed captain the exception to the rule? that all jocks are bullies
Bucky Barnes: Newly Dread (ao3) - Christina786
steve/bucky, clint/natasha
N/R, 17k
Summary: When Bucky Barnes wakes up after a rough night in Vegas, he gets the surprise of his life. And could everybody please stop calling him Barnes-Rogers?
Captain (of the football team) Steve Rogers (ao3) - Rionaa
steve/tony
G, 966
Summary: "You just wait until my boyfriend gets here..." Tony muttered.
Rumlow laughed, loud and derisive. "Oh yeah? What's a namby pamby sissy faggot going to do about it, huh?"
cute quaterbacks (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor
steve/tony
T, 1k
Summary: Steve and Bucky grew up as childhood best friends and are now roommates in college. Bucky dares Steve to bring a date to one of his upcoming football games after Steve suggests he could date anyone he wanted to. Enter Tony Stark.
dorks (ao3) - arielf17
steve/bucky
N/R, 2k
Summary: Steve is a football player. Bucky is in the marching band. They used to be best friends.
Friday Night Lights (ao3) - beezyland
steve/natasha
T, 276k
Summary: Coming off a heartbreaking loss their previous season, the Lieber High Avengers, led by ex-military first year head coach Nick Fury, need all the help they can get when the next football season brings teenage drama and heartbreaking injuries.
AKA A Friday Night Lights AU where Natasha is the coach’s daughter and Steve is big enough to be a linebacker, but only wants to play quarterback, a position secured by Bucky, his football machine of a best friend destined to play college ball. Well, at least, before the accident.
High School Romance (ao3) - TheSopherfly
bucky/tony
T, 7k
Summary: Football captain Bucky Barnes asks math and science whiz Tony Stark on a date. Tony thinks it's a joke at first, but it's not long before Tony starts to fall hard and fast... that is, until Tony discovers that Bucky asked him out on a bet.
I know you get me, so I let my walls come down (ao3) - DesertRainFrog
steve/tony
G, 15k
Summary: Falling in love with your flatmate isn't something Tony had planned when he enters college. But the first lesson he learns is: You can't plan love.
Rebels With A Heart (ao3) - BlackUnicorn
steve/bucky
N/R, 7k
Summary: Steven Grant Rogers. The Epitome of Trouble. A skinny punk with a different hair colour every other week, permanently bruised knuckles, and a mouth to give any sailor a run for his money. Steve was angry, crass, unapologetic. He was whatever he wanted to be.
James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes. The Charmer. Champion of the football team, wet dream of every female being on campus. Smart and pretty and popular.
run and hide (ao3) - starksrhodey
rhodey/tony
T, 10k
Summary: Tony may or may not have a crush on football captain James Rhodes.
Or, Tony is extremely insecure, Pepper knows best, Steve likes to bake, Bucky loves red heads, and Rhodey keeps trying to talk to Tony.
Strong Safety (ao3) - queenmab_scherzo
steve/bucky
M, 23k
Summary: Steve and Bucky figure out how to play in the NFL and how to live 800 miles apart.
Targeting (ao3) - queenmab_scherzo
steve/bucky, clint/natasha
E, 149k
Summary: Steve and Bucky end up playing for rival college football teams.
we got bad in common (ao3) - LolitaBlue
steve/bucky
E, 41k
Summary: "You better be quiet if you don't want anyone to hear us," Steve cautioned. "Wouldn't want everyone knowing your dirty secret."
"Oh, shut up," Bucky panted. "Get a move on and fuck me like you hate me."
"I'm about to."
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AKA I've been manically typing a stucky enemies to lovers high school au...welcome to the bad love!verse
What dreams are made of (ao3) - Just_Bill
steve/tony
G, 2k
Summary: Steve is the gorgeous and popular quarterback of the college football team. Tony is Tony. Fluff ensues.
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Steve Rogers Bingo 2022 Masterpost
All of my works for this event can be found here or below the cut
@steverogersbingo
Multi-chaptered
Too Cool For You
Ch: 9/?
Prompts: Clint Barton, High School/College
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Underage
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton/Tony Stark, Side Brock Rumlow/Sam Wilson, Side Ian Boothby/Bruce Banner
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Teenagers, Awkwardness, Enemies to Lovers, Teen Steve Rogers, Teen Bucky Barnes, Teen Tony Stark, Teen Clint Barton, Bullying, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Orphan Steve Rogers, Pseudo-Incest, Foster Care, Artist Steve Rogers, Jock Bucky Barnes, Possessive Behavior, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Teen Angst, Underage Smoking, Underage Drinking, Underage Drug Use, Awkward Steve Rogers, Brat Steve Rogers, Pining, Unrequited Crush, Denial of Feelings, Teen Crush, Teenage Drama, Jealousy, Homophobic Language, Sadist Bucky Barnes, Masochist Steve Rogers, Anal Sex, Come Eating, Loss of Virginity, Virgin Steve Rogers, Bottom Steve Rogers, Top Bucky Barnes, Degradation, Humiliation, Homophobia, Public Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Face Slapping, Public Humiliation, Feminization, Extremely Dubious Consent, Rape/Non-con Elements, Past Sexual Abuse, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Under-negotiated Kink, Somnophilia, Angst and Hurt/Comfort
Summary: High school comes with a strict set of social rules that dictate who you can talk to, who you definitely can't be seen with, and who you definitely shouldn't go out with.
But things start to get complicated when members of opposing groups start to mingle.
Steve's in love with his ex-best friend turned bully, Clint's falling for the town bad boy, Ian and Bruce won't confirm or deny their relationship status, and Brock is definitely not pining over the quarterback.
There's no shortage of drama for these friends, foes, and lovers as their lives tangle together and things get messy like bed sheets after a drunken night of mistakes.
Words: WIP
Becoming One
Ch: 2/2
Prompt: Body Swap
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Bodyswap, Soul Bond, Pre-World War II Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Established Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Tony Stark is Not Iron Man, Insecurities, Angst, Adorable Tony Stark, Virgin Tony Stark, Dom Bucky Barnes, Sub Steve Rogers, Sub Tony Stark, Light Dom/sub, Daddy Kink, Non-Explicit Sex, Dubious Consent, Denial, Subspace, Top Bucky Barnes, Bottom Steve Rogers, Bottom Tony Stark, Hand Feeding, Age Play
Summary: When Bucky bent Steve over the counter, they had no way of knowing that their third was about to turn eighteen and swap bodies with Steve, and they certainly didn't know just how innocent and virginal Tony was.
Words: 9,725
Fics
The Spanking
Prompt: Spankings
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, past James "Bucky" Barnes/Alexander Pierce
Additional Tags: Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Daddy Dom Steve Rogers, Sub Bucky Barnes, Total Power Exchange, Established Relationship, past abusive relationships, Age Difference, Dom/sub, Daddy Kink, Consensual Spankings, Bondage, Degradation, Consensual Non-Consent, Safeword Use, Pre-Stuckony
Summary: Their first spanking scene doesn't exactly go as planned.
Words: 5312
Oneshots
Telecompanions
Prompt: Wrong Number
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Peter Parker/Tony Stark/Wade Wilson, Side James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Phone Sex, sex hotline, Phone Sex Operator Bucky Barnes, Daddy Kink, daddy Steve Rogers, Light Dom/sub, Dom Steve Rogers, Sub Bucky Barnes, Switch Tony Stark, Identity Porn, Light Angst, Age Difference, Degradation, Feminization, Panties
Summary: When Sam gives Steve a number to call, Steve thinks he's just trying to set him up on a date. Little does he know that he's about to fall for a phone sex operator.
Words: 5,419
Forgiveness is Born of Kindness
Prompt: Helmut Zemo
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Helmut Zemo, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson/Helmut Zemo
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Sub Steve Rogers, Dom Helmut Zemo, Light Dom/sub, Dom Sam Wilson, Panic Attacks, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Subdrop, Implied/Referenced Sex, daddy bucky barnes, Sub Bucky Barnes, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Top Helmut Zemo
Summary: Zemo goes to check on Steve and finds him struggling with his daddy's absence. He just wants Bucky to return home from his mission, but he'll have to make do with Sam and Zemo until he does.
Words: 2,129
Tony asks Steve for a favor
Prompt: Free Space
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Side Tony Stark/Everyone
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Porn, Pornstar Tony Stark, Awkward Steve Rogers, Bottom Tony Stark, Crack, Nude Photos, Tony has an onlyfans, Steve Blushes A Lot, everyone teases steve, steve’s the only one unaware that the team all help tony make videos for his onlyfans, steve would definitely like to get in on it
Summary: Tony asks Steve to help him take a picture… of his ass.
Words: 2,018
Just Hold Me
Prompt: Aftercare
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Whump, Tony-centric, Vibrators, Handcuffs, Subdrop, Sub Tony Stark, Dom Bucky Barnes, Dom Steve Rogers, Embarrassment, Self-Bondage, Scene Gone Wrong, Hurt Tony Stark, Not Actually Unrequited Love
Summary: When Tony's self-release handcuffs don't release, he's forced through a miserable night of over stimulation. And much to his embarrassment, his super-soldier crushes find him.
Words: 1,662
Snippets
Just A Kiss
Prompt: Spin the Bottle
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Spin the Bottle, Implied/Referenced Underage Drinking, Friends to Lovers, Light Angst, Sharing a Bed, Misunderstandings, Getting Together
Summary: It was just a stupid game of spin the bottle, but it might be the push they needed to finally do something about their feelings.
Words: 1,127
Steve's Rubber Duck Collection
Prompt: Crack/Comedy
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Non-Sexual Age Play, Daddy Kink, Crack Treated Seriously, Light Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort
Summary: Steve has a rubber duck collection. Tony wants to know why.
Words: 1,038
The Unwanted Neighbor
prompt: Next Door Neighbor
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Additional Tags: Accidental Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, implied/referencd sex, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Slut Bucky Barnes, Awkward Steve Rogers, Embarrassment, Awkwardness, Enemies to Lovers, Neighbors
Summary: Bucky Barnes is a truly awful neighbor, but Steve still feels like a creep for staring at him in the window. Thank God, Bucky's into it.
Words: 930
Kind Lies
Prompt: Coney Island
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Additional Tags: Bucky Barnes Recovering, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Angst, Emotional Hurt, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier
Summary: Bucky doesn’t remember their past, but he pretends for Steve’s sake.
Words: 902
The Banned Game
Prompt: Eldritch Horror
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Clint Barton & Steve Rogers, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton & Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Fluff, Team as Family, Age Play, Protective Steve Rogers, Crack Fic, Avengers Game Night, Avengers Family
Summary: Clint wants to play a scary game, but Steve banned that particular game for a reason.
Words: 718
Ride or Die
Prompt: Retired Steve
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Canon Divergence - Captain America: The First Avenger, Teen Tony Stark, Age Difference, Tony Stark is Not Iron Man, Alternate Universe - 1980s, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, Short & Sweet
Summary: Steve just wanted to retire in peace, just wanted to be alone with nothing but the wind and the road, but the world had a different plan for him.
Enter one teenage son of Howard Stark, the boy who was about to give Steve a new reason to live, a new reason to fight.
Words: 614
Plant Protective Services
Prompt: Plants
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Additional Tags: Teen Bucky Barnes, Age Difference, Crack
Summary: Steve's bad with plants but luckily the kid across the hall isn't.
Words: 584
The Shower Curtain
Prompt: Cap Shower Curtains
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Crack Fic, Avengers Movie Night, Implied/Referenced Masturbation, Implied/Referenced Sex, Resolved Sexual Tension
Summary: Steve finds Captain America shower curtains in Tony’s bathroom… He’s instantly intrigued.
Words: 521
They met in art class
Prompt: Steve is in art class during pearl harbor
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Additional Tags: Old Steve Rogers, Old Bucky Barnes, Grandchildren, Short & Sweet
Summary: Steve tells his grandson a story.
Words: 343
Only Tolerable With You Pressed Up Against Me
Prompt: Russian Roulette
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Additional Tags: Modern Bucky Barnes, Modern Steve Rogers, Fluff, partier Bucky Barnes, Steve loves him your honor
Summary: Steve’s not a huge fan of clubbing, but Bucky loves it and Steve loves Bucky, so he tolerates it.
Words: 243
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Too Cool For You
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by Buckybeardreams
High school comes with a strict set of social rules that dictate who you can talk to, who you definitely can't be seen with, and who you definitely shouldn't go out with.
But things start to get complicated when members of opposing groups start to mingle.
Steve's in love with his ex-best friend turned bully, Clint's falling for the town bad boy, Ian and Bruce won't confirm or deny their relationship status, and Brock is definitely not pining over the quarterback.
There's no shortage of drama for these friends, foes, and lovers as their lives tangle together and things get messy like bed sheets after a night of drunken mistakes.
Words: 3561, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Series: Part 43 of Stucky, Part 13 of Steve Rogers Bingo 2022
Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Brock Rumlow, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Ian Boothby
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton/Tony Stark, Side Brock Rumlow/Sam Wilson
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Teenagers, Awkwardness, Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Enemies, Teen Steve Rogers, Teen Bucky Barnes, Teen Tony Stark, Teen Clint Barton, Bullying, Past Character Death, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Orphan Steve Rogers, Pseudo-Incest, Foster Care, Artist Steve Rogers, Jock Bucky Barnes, Possessive Behavior, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Teen Angst, Underage Smoking, Underage Drinking, Underage Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Awkward Steve Rogers, Brat Steve Rogers, Pining, Unrequited Crush, Denial of Feelings, Teen Crush, Teenage Drama, Jealousy, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex
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Decades Without His Heart
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by SimpleBTRomance
Another day, another evening waiting for his pack of baby nerds to get out of their nerd game with Eddie Munson. He sometimes wonders how this is his life and why is make him so happy (if you ignore the yearly Upside Down apocalypse), but it is and he is despite the concussions he got to get here.
(In which Steve is still Steve but Eddie is Bucky and Bucky is Eddie, and they get a second chance at life and love together)
Words: 1483, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 7 of A Dorky Metalhead DM and His Soft Ex-Jock Boyfriend
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016), Captain America (Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Steve Harrington, Steve Rogers, Eddie Munson, James "Bucky" Barnes, Hellfire Club (Stranger Things), Dustin Henderson
Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, Soft Steve Harrington, Soft Eddie Munson, Soft Steve Rogers, Soft Bucky Barnes, Reunited and It Feels So Good, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Passive Suicide, Steve just gave up on the Valkyrie
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Highschool au where highschool jock Steve and bucky are sharing and dating sweet, nerdy Peter.
Never in a million years did Peter think he would be in this situation. When he was approached by the schools football coach to starting tutoring some of the star players, he was a little wary of it. But with the promise of making sure he gets volunteer hours for it, he could put the coach down as a referral, it would look good on his college applications.
He didn't understand why Bucky and Steve started showing up, Steve had great grades, maybe could do a bit better in science but he overall he isn't sure. Bucky had decent grades, maybe a bit of help needed in Math but he was passing.
It took about a month of tutoring and small invites to hang out, outside of school for Peter to start noticing that Bucky and Steve were flirting with him. Sure he had crushes on them but who didn't. He wasn't sure what was going on. Maybe he had been studying to much.
The school bell rang at the end of the day, Peter hurried to his locker, he needed to swap out some books before he would go outside and wait for Bucky and Steve. They were going to be at Steve's house tonight. They were going to do a practice test and if they did well, Peter promised he would stay over late to watch a movie with them. Peter blushes as he remebers when he agreed, Steve reach out and squeezed his hand " It's a date then Queens"
Just as Peter closed his locker he heard " Pete, any plans tonight?" It was Harry, he smiled a little and nodded shifting his back pack " Yeah, got a tutoring session and.... Maybe going to watch a movie?"
Harry was Peter's ex boyfriend. " Oh that's cool... Sure you don't want to skip or come over later? Its been a while..."
" He has plans " both Harry and Peter turn to look toward the direction of the voice and it was Bucky. Staring more like glaring down at Harry; who shuffles nervously, he moves to put his arm around Peters shoulders. " Was wondering what was taking you so long Doll....Stevie is waiting for us in the car. He rented that Aliens movie you like for tonight" by this point Bucky was gently nudging Peter away from Harry and towards the exit. Peter blushes and glances back over at Harry. " uh it was nice catching up Harry, but I'm not changing plans. Have a good weekend!"
Bucky chuckles and opens the door for Peter.
" And you Mr. Barnes better pass this practice test if you wanna join Steve and me"
" I am gonna ace this test. I'm not missing out on movie date night."
#winterspiderpurrs#writing prompt#winterspidershield#winterspider#spidershield#shieldspider#peter parker#bucky barnes#steve rogers
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What are your thoughts on pre serum Steve getting the good meds he needs and putting on some weight? Like, Bucky gets a well paying job and Steve’s art is going well and so he can get what he needs now, and they can eat decent food too.
So Steve eats, and eats and eats! His allergies and intolerances are manageable now, his body can digest most things for the first time, and he’s revelling in it… and gets pretty tubby as a result.
Round cheeks, slight second chin, perky tits and soft belly, thick thighs and arms and pudgy hands? Bucky’s obsessed with how soft his hands are, how round they look, how round he looks. He looks delicious, he looks well cared for and loved, he looks like plump, spoiled little prince and Bucky’s obsessed. (Also what if Steve does become a slight brat? Sugar Daddy Bucky maybe?)
Okay, so I read this the first time and was given slight, almost, your-eating-habits-finally-catch-up-to-you vibes. Almost ex-jock, like, your metabolism slows down and you finally put on weight and you probably put that weight on pretty fast 🥴🥴 and as enticing as that is:
Imagining that perhaps pre-serum Steve was eating a fuck ton to try and combat his chronic pain, subconsciously even, filling the pain and discomfort with sugar especially, but also whatever food he could get his hands on. Which only changes once his underlying conditions are treated, the meds he’s on slowing his hummingbird metabolism while his eating habits don’t really change on account of how overjoyed he is to be pain-free; food being used as a comfort and a celebration and gaining a truly impressive amount of weight as a result.
But...
That’s not this ask. And I really, really do like this idea!
I love this idea.
I love the thought put into the fact that Steve probably/definitely had issues getting down and keeping down food. So, when his conditions are treated, he can put down food, keep food down, and enjoy the flavor and filling nature of food. Basically, re-discovering food and becomes unable to keep himself from overindulging.
Can you imagine?
Unbeta'd as usual. Warning for: belly kink, weight gain, stuffing, hand kink, slight humiliation, etc.
Bucky would love to lovingly tease Steve about it… how fast he’s growing. He would love to grab and pinch him...
Grabbing his face and squishing his lovely, newly round cheeks until Steve can’t help but squirm and turn bright red, lowering his head in an effort to get his blond bangs to cover his face, hiding from the embarrassment. But all it succeeds in doing, really, is making his double chin more obvious. Which is much, much better for Bucky 😳
Grabbing his perky tits all. the. time. Bucky would weekly, at least, grab his tits in his hands to measure how big they’re getting. How much of a handful are Steve’s tits this time? How sensitive are his nipples now that they’re bigger and softer? Growing along with the rest of him. How much effort does it take Bucky to find his collarbones under his new layer of fat?
Pinching and grabbing his soft new belly… fuck... that might make Bucky cream his pants- the feeling of all those calories piling up around his waist. That concave stomach is long gone and replaced with a bowing out pot belly. And I mean a POT BELLY. His belly is disproportionate almost. Large enough that it shakes and jiggles and is visible from behind when Bucky (very occasionally) fucks him (Steve usually gets his fix of being stuffed through food, not dick). Or fucks those chubby thighs now that they not only meet in the middle - rather than there being a gap between his thighs - but also rub and get in the way of each other. Leaving Steve with a friction rash whenever it gets hot out and he’s been walking around in only his boxers as he paints, working from home.
Pinching his arms too, Bucky can’t help himself, he’ll come up to Steve when he’s drawing, shirtless more often than not with how fast he’s outgrown all his clothes (and continues to outgrow his new clothes, Jesus wept), and grab one of those bingo wings. Just because they were moving around, jiggling a little, as he reached for another pencil or another mid-work snack. It always makes Steve squawk. Bucky can’t stop himself though. His Steve. So fat that even his arms are fat!
Grabbing his hands too… yessss.
There’s this FANTASTIC fic on Archive “Show your teeth, Now play dead” by TyrantTirade (x) that is peak hand kink to me. Basically, it’s Bucky being a little submissive and a little bit of an attention seeker, wanting Steve’s whole hand in his mouth- because pre-serum Steve’s hand is small enough to fit in his mouth. It comes across as a little humiliating and in the spirit of fisting… just at the other end. Anyway, I love that fic. And that’s where my mind went with the hand thing...
Bucky sucking on Steve’s fingers or begging for Steve to try and fit his hand, now chubby with this weight gain, into his mouth? *shivers*
I-
I am obsessed with this thought. Also, it leads nicely into the bratty Steve angle.
Like-
Bucky is on his knees, next to Steve’s spread legs, Steve’s belly is the only thing hanging between his thick thighs, not Bucky. Bucky wants to be there instead. But he's not, he's off the side of Steve's right leg. Watching. Waiting.
Bucky also so badly wants Steve to push his fingers into his mouth, not just to be between his legs, wanting his chubby little prince’s attention. Practically drooling for the attention. Today he feels a little neglected, craving to be paid as much attention as Steve pays to his food. Food that he’s eating. More. He’s eating even more than he usually does. Claiming to be extra hungry today...
Steve is Teasing Bucky intentionally (unbeknownst to Bucky) by stuffing himself from the time he woke up this morning to right now, there’s been something in his mouth every minute of the day it feels like, his stomach aches. He can feel new stretchmarks incoming. He can feel Bucky’s eyes on him like fire. As full of food as Steve is… Bucky is also that full of sexual frustration.
Steve has only spoken to Bucky today when he wants more food, but he doesn’t want to get up from where the weight of his fat, stretch-marked body is sinking into the couch. And Bucky is coming off of a week of long work hours, but now, during the weekend, he has just one thing on his mind.
He needs.
Bucky starts whining at some point.
And to tease more, Steve looks down at him, feeling his double chin become exaggerated, oh god, asking, “what’s wrong down there?”
Bucky sucks in a breath. There are crumbs on Steve’s face- crumbs from cookies? Some kind of bread? Crumbs are on his double-chin too. And on his fingers… there are smears of food. Some crumbs, but he’s been eating something with jam too. It’s smeared on his fingers, melting and sticky as he stuffed whatever had jam on it, in it, in his mouth.
“Oh,” Steve plays dumb, barely hiding a smirk, “are you hungry, Buck?”
Bucky is paralyzed in arousal.
Steve takes his nonanswer as an actual answer. And. He shoves his fingers in Bucky’s gaped mouth, ordering him, “lick ‘em clean. Then maybe I’ll share some real food… depends on if we’ve got more food or not though, I am still a little hungry, and if we don’t…” he clicks his tongue, “maybe not. Maybe I won’t share. I’ve got more belly to fill than you, so I need more, don’t you think?”
Bucky’s head is spinning, his mouth full of three, no, four fingers. Licking them clean, just like Steve ordered him to. But he can’t resist taking those fingers as deep into his mouth as he can too, sucking on them like he would Steve’s cock… his cock… his cock has got to be hard under the heft of his ever-growing belly but- his belly is in the way. Bucky can’t see if he’s hard.
It sends a greater rush through him for some reason.
He can’t tell if Steve is enjoying this or not! He... he could really only be thinking with his gut. He could only be focused on stuffing himself as full as he can be, until he can’t breathe and his belly is flushed red, packed tight enough to stress his skin. He might be more obsessed with food than with orgasming, Bucky might’ve trained him too well to be addicted to food and now he’ll have to walk around, always hard and ready to beg at the drop of a hat because his Steve looks so good! Fat and round! So good! But... so uninterested in anything that isn't food.
Lord.
That thought shouldn’t turn him on but… it does. It really does.
Bucky sucks harder at his fingers, nodding. Steve does need more. Steve needs more until he’s too fat to think about anything but being fat. Until he’s too fat to fuck. Too fat to fuck Bucky specifically (and again- why is that hot? God, he’s so fucking weird! But… nothing matters when it inspires so much arousal in him and he can’t focus on anything but getting more of it. More of the intoxicating feeling of being at his fat Prince's mercy).
#ask#belly kink#text#stuffing#weight gain#steve rogers#bucky barnes#stucky#chubby steve#fat steve#pre serum steve
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Stucky Fic Rec List #25
Friday, November 26
🧪 Alkynes of Trouble by @yammz - [Explicit; 11,3k words]
[Modern AU; College AU; Science Nerd!Bucky; Jock!Steve; Himbo Steve; Artist Steve Rogers; Oblivious Bucky Barnes; Enemies to Friends to Lovers; Pining; Fluff; Hurt/Comfort; Getting Together; Explicit Sexual Content; Blow Jobs; Hand Jobs; Happy Ending]
“Doing nothing would be helpful,” Bucky said before he could stop himself. He avoided what was sure to be another kicked puppy expression. “Look, I’m just gonna be real with you. I can’t fuck up this lab. Fury’s got open positions in his lab, and I need to look good for those, okay? This isn’t just a checked box on my requirements,” he told him honestly. “It’s nothing personal but--”
“But you’re smarter,” Steve supplied, a sad smile on his lips. He ducked his head, a motion that simply would not work to make him seem small. He was way too big for that. “I get it.”
❄️ Someone To Watch Over Me by obsessivereader - [Explicit; 24,2k words]
[Modern AU; Cabin Fic; Ex-Special Forces!Steve; Retired Steve; Bearded Steve; Age Difference; PTSD; Kidnapping; Fluff and Angst; Hurt Bucky Barnes; Canon-Typical Violence; Mentions of Blood and Gore; Falling in Love; Pining; Explicit Sexual Content; Face-Fucking; Protective Steve; Misunderstandings; Getting Together; Happy Ending]
One cold, winter's night, Steve Rogers, retired Special Forces operative, finds an unconscious young man in the woods surrounding his property. In the morning, the stranger wakes up and Steve is left with plenty of questions about the beautiful young man with guileless eyes and a sheepish smile, who speaks with self-deprecating humor as though there isn't a bruise on his face and restraint marks on his wrist.
✨Rigel and Betelgeuse by @steve-x-bucky - [Gen; 742 words]
[Canon Divergence; Established Relationship; Childhood Friends; Space Nerd Bucky; Stargazing; Recovering Bucky; Fluff; Hopeful Ending]
Bucky was eight when he unearthed his fascination with stars.
🍽️ after hours by brideofquiet - [Explicit; 7,3k words]
[Modern AU; Boss/Employee Relationship; Chef Steve Rogers; Chef Bucky Barnes; Age Difference; Workplace Sex; Semi-Public Sex; Hand Jobs; Thigh Fucking; Dom/Sub Undertones; Anal Sex; Bottom!Bucky; Barebacking]
None of it’s exactly how Bucky pictured working for a chef he’s admired since he was a teenager, from the food style to the fucking—but he likes it. Wouldn’t trade it.
💫 You'll Never Shine Alone by @ribbonsflyingoutthewindow - [Mature; 5,7k words]
[Modern AU; Exes to Lovers; Artist Steve; Astronomer Bucky; Major Character Injury; Serious Injury; Hurt Bucky Barnes; Medical Trauma; Coma; Arm Loss; Amputee Bucky Barnes; Fist Fights; Hurt/Comfort; Getting Back Together; Angst With a Happy Ending]
When Steve receives a phone call saying he's Bucky's emergency contact and Bucky is in the hospital, he doesn't tell the nurse they split up years ago. He just shows up anyway.
🍵 Wrap me up (in your love) by @captainjanegay - [Teen; 2k words]
[Canon Divergence; Established Relationship; Vacation; Winter Retreat; Domestic Stucky; Dramatic Bucky Barnes]
Bucky would lie if he said he didn't feel at least a bit tempted by the idea of the two of them holed up in some cosy, remote place. He didn't get killed (twice), brainwashed and scarred for life to deny himself a nice winter retreat with the love of his life.
But maybe he should. Because he always knew that Steve would be the death of him. And yet, here he is, over 90 years later, having learned nothing.
💞 Match by emphasisonem - [Mature; 4k words]
[Modern AU; Teacher/Student Relationship; Teacher Steve; Both Are Adults; Slow Burn; Fluff; Mutual Pining; Dating Apps; Getting Together; Explicit Sexual Content; Anal Sex; Bottom!Bucky; Happy Ending]
The situation’s actually kind of funny from the right perspective, Bucky thinks as he reads the message for what feels like the hundredth time. He’s finally matched with a hot, funny guy. Tall and broad and clean cut. An absolutely breathtaking smile. Bucky’s walking wet dream. And he’s good. They haven’t messaged on the app, but Bucky already knows him.
He knows him because Steve Rogers is an art history professor at his university. His art history professor.
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Welcome to my new and improved WIPs List! I will be doing my best to keep this up to date with things I'm currently working on and ideas that just won't leave me alone.
Updated: 24/07/2021
It's Incoming
🦥 Bucky Barnes Fics
Sun and Moon Ch. 7
🦥 It's a Match Fics
Steve Rogers
🦥 Lee Bodecker Fics
Yandere!Lee x Trans!Male!Reader (2 Parts)
🦥 Ransom Drysdale Fics
Sugar Baby!Ransom x Reader
🦥 Steve Rogers Fics
Psychiatric Help 5¢
🦥 Tony Stark Fics
THE BIG SAD
🦥 Lance Tucker Fics
Lance x Plus Size!Fem!Reader
🦥 Andy Barber Fics
Werewolf!Andy Barber
It's Dying a Slow Death in My Drafts
🦥 Lee Bodecker Fics
Lee x CP!Reader
🦥 Justin Capshaw
Journaling in Puppy Love
🦥 Ask/Requests
Soulmate Prompt Requests
Grumpy/Sunshine Prompt Requests
Bad Dragon Requests
Yandere Prompts
They Should Be Paying Me Rent
🦥 Kinktober 2021
🦥 Bucky Barnes Fics
Country!Bucky x Male!Reader
Chubby!Bucky x Reader feat world food
🦥 Stucky Fics
Wanted - Stucky x Soulmate!Reader
Trucker!Bucky x Waitress!Smol!Steve
WS!Bucky x 40s!Preserum!Steve
Serial Killer!Stucky x Detective!Reader
Mob!Bucky x Stripper!Steve
🦥 It’s a Match Fics
Sam Wilson
Tony Stark
Natasha Romanoff
Nathan Summers
Logan Howlett
Billy Russo
Deadpool/Wade Wilson
Hellboy
Johnny Blaze
Yondu
Bruce Banner
Frank Castle
Heimdall
Rocket Raccoon
🦥 Lee Bodecker Fics
Sub!Lee + Safewords in Suga'Bearverse
5+1 trope Lee calling you mommy in Suga'Bearverse
Exes to Lovers feat mutual infidelity
🦥 Ransom Drysdale Fics
Limited Edition
🦥 Steve Rogers Fics
Psychiatric Help 5¢
🦥 Tony Stark Fics
Sex Pollen in Sleepless in Stark Towers
🦥 Victor Creed Fics
Fight Club - One Shot
🦥 Jake Jensen Fics
Jake Jensen x Ghost!Reader part 2
🦥 Justin Capshaw
The Train to Hell feat Robert Pronge
Nerd!Justin x Jock!Johnny Storm
🦥 Ask/Requests
Strip club owner!Loki
detective!Thor x petty thief!Reader
Etta James all night long w/ Stephen Strange
best friends mom!Natasha + innocent!reader
Shy!Loki
Jewel Thief!Loki
Daddy!Bucky x Little!Stevie
Bathing w/ Zemo
Zemo x Reader - gloves/touch
Subby!Loki
Vampire!Sam Wilson
Tony Stark - Rope Bunny
#wip game#ask me about my wips#lee bodecker#tony stark#bucky barnes#stucky#steve rogers#ransom drysdales#jake jensen#bruce banner#so many wips#this list is too long
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