frazzled & bedazzled

From Wikipedia in "World Englishes"

When the number of bilingual English speakers, as it will likely be the case in this century, equals or outnumbers the ones in the "homelands" of English like the UK and the USA, they will soon start adapting the English language to their own worldviews and uses, and in fact they are already doing so, but they will do it with full confidence. For sure, speakers of "proper English" will complain, but what are they gonna do about it?

e | married buddie | mmm threesome | 1.8k

Summary:

The guy they picked from Grindr was chosen for a few qualities—one, willingness to plan a little in advance (which is not the easiest on an app where most people are LFN), which was necessary due to needing to make arrangements for the kids; two, dick size (big but not bigger than Buck); and three, willingness to leave the second he nuts. Buck's been sitting in the chair in the corner—the cuck chair, according to the parlance online—stroking himself languidly as he watches the guy's sweaty back driving into Eddie relentlessly. Eddie's on his hands and knees—his choice—so, unfortunately, Buck can't see his pretty face. It's okay, though, because Buck has a lot of experience with Eddie's pink flushed fucked-out face, knows he'll get to see it soon.

Or: Buck and Eddie invite a guy over to fuck Eddie open to make some room for Buck.

“A year?” Maddie blurts. “Nine months,” Chris offers, wiggling his hand in a so-so gesture. “You didn’t tell me,” Maddie says. “What was I gonna say, Maddie?” Buck says. He’s got his knee pressed to Eddie’s under the table. He’s got his gaze locked on his mostly clean plate. “My dad died, and my best friend and I got platonically married about it? Be honest with me, how would that have gone over?”

it's DONE!!!!!! the marriage of inconvenience fic has been SO fun to write, but it is finally complete and i am very excited about this last chapter and about what comes next. i hope you all enjoy!!!!

buddie | wingfic | fuck or die | 17k | explicit

Buck is silent on the other side of the curtain. Eddie wonders if maybe he’s given up, if there was enough bite in Eddie’s words to send him the other direction. He takes a trembling breath and watches water where it’s beaded on his lips and nose and lashes before it falls breath-stoked towards the shower floor. Eddie thinks, a little wildly, that this would be the view of the god he prayed to that night in the chapel. The thing that watches everything and answers, that sends the rain and the hurt and the death. The thing his abuela so desperately wanted Eddie to find. He thought he had when he got that text, in that one breath before the knife. He was so sure he’d figured it out, but water droplets can’t look up, and gods weren’t made to be found.

OR

Eddie gets a pair of wings that may or may not be terminal.

Hope i'm doing this right

I'm looking for a fic where derek is a king/heir/leader of some kind and stiles is a prostitute/concubine. I remember stiles had an outfit he really liked but Derek riped it and later felt bad so he tried to repair it but ended up buying something new and even more fancy. Derek is married/engaged to a woman but he doesnt love her and she's jealous, to a point she steals a gifted necklace from stiles' room and frames him for something involving poison and derek's father. While Derek is gone somewhere, Stiles ends up in jail and he's newly pregnant so the woman threatens him with a forced abortion. He manages to espace, still pregnant, and raises his daughter in a small village far away. Derek looks for him and they reunite.

I might have combined two fics into one in my head but I can't find anything.

Thanks for all the help!

Hi anon! @lone-chicken is pretty sure this is the one.

All the King's Horses by Dexterous_Sinistrous

(9/9 I 44,097 I Explicit I Sterek)

buddie | 2k | teen established (early) relationship, hurt/comfort, buck's insecurities, buck being crazy stupid obsessed with eddie

Eddie's head tilts. But what? But Buck figured it out. He knows he's in love with Eddie. He doesn't have to be this fucking crazy about it anymore. It shouldn't be like it used to be—this huge, scary, overwhelming thing inside of him, only getting bigger, only getting scarier, still impossible to put a name to after everything; standing frozen in the middle of the street without a single thought in his head except for Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

"I can't slow down," Buck snaps. "We'll be late."

Eddie's seen Buck in all sorts of moods in the years he's known him. Loved him. He's seen the overexcited puppy version; the big, blue, watery eyes sad version: the furrowed brow, dangerous gleam 'I'm about to do something idiotic because I need to prove my worth' version. Hell, he's even seen the angry version. But this? This isn't just anger. This isn't just hurt.

What it is, in Eddie's unvoiced opinion - because he doesn't actually have a death wish, and he is trapped in this speeding metal box with Buck for the next fifteen minutes (or seven if Buck continues at this speed) - is an overreaction.

"I don't see how it's a big deal."

"Not a big deal?" Buck cries, his voice an octave higher than it normally is, everything about him pulled so tight one slight strain might risk snapping his vocal chords completely. "Not a big deal? Eddie, you told me you love me. You sat me down at your kitchen table, and you told me that you were gay and that you loved me, and that you want to spend the rest of your life with me."

"And, what, you don't believe me anymore?" Eddie asks.

Things had been going so well. It's been a whole month since that night when Eddie had, with shaking hands, gestured to the chair in the kitchen and watched Buck sit and look at Eddie like he was waiting for his sentence to be passed down after some heinous crime - like he was on his way to certain death. A month since Eddje had finally worked up the courage to say the thing that had been haunting him since he told Father Brian he was straight and something didn't feel quite right. Since Buck said the words "we were on a date" and every careful placed brick that Eddie had laid to trap that creature that had been whispering in his ear his whole life had started to shake - every meticulously applied line of mortar had begun to crack and crumble. Since he'd laid in a hospital bed being told the pain in his chest and the reason he couldn't breathe was a panic attack because a stranger had made the very reasonable mistake of assuming the woman Eddie had been flirting with and was affectionately helping select a suit for his son might have been a serious and permenant part of Eddie and Christopher's lives. Since Shannon had told him she was pregnant and he'd realised he would have to marry her and risking getting shot or blown up thousands of miles from home seemed like the easier to survive option.

Since he was ten years old and watched Attack Of The Clones for the first time and had been a little too caught up on how blue Anakin's eyes were.

A month since he'd confessed to everything he was feeling, staring at he folded arms and focusing on how the counter dug into his lower back where he leaned against it instead of at Buck. When he'd stopped talking and finally risked a glance up, he'd seen a version of Buck he'd never witnessed before. Wet eyes and wide smile. Blissful. Had watched with building hope as he slowly rose from his seat and walked toward Eddie. Had patiently followed the silent instruction of Buck tugging on his arms, letting them fall to the side so Buck could step closer. Had listened as Buck had whispered an echo of Eddie's feelings back to happen - whispered promises of a long and happy future Eddie had long since given up bothering to hope for.

A month since they'd kissed.

And it had been an amazing month. A month full of grossing out their friends with their open playful flirting and easy affection. A month of giggling at their attempts to stay quiet so they didn't traumatise Christopher, which only led to Eddie having the easiest, most relaxed and fulfilling sex of his life.

A month of loving each other, loudly and openly. Finally.

"Do you believe you?" Buck asks, incredulously, only just making it through a set of lights before they flicked to red.

This morning had started well, if not rushed. They'd overslept, but only by enough to make their rush amusing rather that stressful. Still, Buck hadn't been able to remember where he'd left his phone last night, and as Eddie rushed toward the bathroom to brush his teeth, he'd tossed his phone in Buck's direction and told him to call his phone.

It was there the problems started.

"'Buck Work'. That's how I'm saved in your phone. 'Buck. Work'"

"What's wrong with that? Hen is in my phone as 'Hen Work'. Bobby is in as 'Captain Nash 118'."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't you were also in committed relationships with Hen and Bobby and fucking them regularly."

Eddie shivers.

"Please don't put those visuals in my head."

Buck rolls his eyes and taps the steering wheel now he's forced to stop at a red light. He chews at the thumb nail on the other hand and glared at the light like his stink eye is enough to make it change.

"The point is," Eddie continues. "I just never changed them after I put them in. Ever. You being in my phone as 'Buck Work' doesn't mean I don't love you, or that I don't take this relationship seriously. I do."

He reaches across the centre console to pull the hand he's chewing free but Buck pulls away and Eddie feels a sharp sting of rejection, even if part of him thinks Buck is acting kind of crazy and childish.

"You want me to change it? You want me to put some soppy nickname in there? A ton of the emojis the way you do? I'll do it Buck. If it'll make you happy. Whatever you want."

Buck scoffs.

"You don't get it," Buck scoffs.

"So tell me. Tell me what it is and I'll fix it."

"What if something happened to you?"

Okay, Eddie's confused, not really sure how they got here.

"What?"

Buck deflates a little, the tense anger washing out of him, being replaced by something sad and quiet.

"What if you were, you know, in an accident or something, and they needed to call somebody, and they looked in your contacts. Do you think they're gonna call someone you have saved as 'Buck Work'? No? They're gonna call 'Mom' or 'Dad'. And then I'll have to hear it from them, and it's them, so I probably wouldn't find out until they'd already gotten here from Texas." The lights change and Buck drives forward at a much more normal speed. "I wouldn't know. I wouldn't be the first," he adds, quietly.

He reaches for Buck's hand again, and this time Buck lets him. He holds it gently, turning it so he can twine their fingers together and tugs it up so he can press a kiss to it.

"Baby, you'd be the first to know. You're my emergency contact on my medical records, and my work records, and you're Christopher's emergency contact after me on all of his records, too. If anything happens, you'll know. But," he says, shifting in his seat so he can slide his phone out of pocket, "if it makes you feel better."

He pulls up his contacts and gets to work changing it. It's easy, really. Especially now he knows why Buck's upset. And it makes sense. He gets it. Because if Eddie had to find out something had happened to Buck through a game of pass the news, he'd probably be upset too. He'd probably sit and think of all the time he'd missed on being there for him, even if it was only an hour.

He saves the changes and when they stop at the next set of traffic lights, it's an easy thing to turn his phone and show Buck.

"Good enough?" Eddie asks, with a smirk. Because Buck is gawping, his mouth hanging open as his eyes flick back and forth between Eddie's face and Eddie's phone, and it goes on for so long that the car behind them has to beep his horn incessantly to get Buck to notice the lights have changed back to green.

"'Husband'?" Buck asks, finally moving off.

"Yeah. I mean, it's a little presumptive, but it'll be true enough sooner rather than later."

"You're that certain?" Buck asks, half-amused, half-disbelieving, and Eddie has to laugh.

"You think that I, Eddie Diaz, the guy famous for running away from his problems and pretending they don't exist, inherited from the long line of Diaz men before me, would have done all that work, unpacked all of that shit, come out, and confessed my love to a man I wasn't absolutely certain I was going to love for the rest of my life."

"Eddie," Buck sighs, dreamy and disbelieving.

"I don't need a piece of paper to tell me you're my husband, Buck, but I do want it so that everybody else knows. I just hadn't realized that it could extend to a the contacts on my phone too. But, you're right. You deserve for people to know the place you have in my life."

Buck pulls in to the station parking lot, and, thanks to his speeding, they're only five minutes late.

"I love you," Buck says, reaching for him the minute the engine is off and pulling him into a deep kiss.

"I love you too," Eddie tells him when they pull away.

A loud knock on Buck's window startles them both.

"If you don't hurry up I'm gonna tell Cap you guys were having sex out here and that's why you're late."

Eddie flips Chim off and watches him walk away laughing, but he's right, they both need to get inside. Eddie climbs out of his side and rounds the back, eager to slide his hand into Buck's as they walk into the station.

"Hey," Buck starts, brightly, as they step into the locker room. "You know what I just realized."

"What's that?" Eddie asks, sitting on the bench and pulling out his carefully folded uniform.

"We just had our first fight."

He wants to laugh and make a joke about it not really counting as a fight, but he ponders it for a minute. Finds himself thinking about his first fight with Shannon and realizes it wasn't even that different. Eddie had told Shannon he'd signed up for the army, thinking she'd be pleased, but she wasn't. She'd blown up at him, asking what the hell he'd been thinking. Asking if he'd thought about her at all. Both of those fights had been about Shannon and Buck not knowing their place in Eddie's life, and Eddie hates that it had been so much easier to show Buck his than convince Shannon of hers, even if he knows now it's because he'd been lying at the time. To her, and to himself. To everybody.

He's not naive. He knows this is a first fight, and not a last. He knows that he and Buck will argue over things that are trivial to one of both of them, and they will argue over things that are important. They'll argue even when they agree sometimes. It's part of human nature. Of relationships. He just knows that arguing with Buck will be easy even when it's painful, because he will always be doing it with the knowledge that he truly loves Buck, and wants them to stay together.

"We did," Eddie says, smiling as he stands and pulls his t-shirt off. "And here's to many more." He presses a quick kiss to Buck's blushing cheek and continues to get changed into his uniform.

He's done before Buck is, standing as Buck continues to lace his boots. He pauses when Eddie gets to the door, looking up with sparkling blue eyes, creased in the corner from his smile.

"So about that whole husband thing."

Eddie laughs, and pushes open the locker room door.