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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

stay for a fortnight

a/n: as promised, here is part three of the bodyguard!bucky story ৎ୭

summary: “yes, ground rules,” you sighed, forcing your eyes to rest on anything but him, “it’s just you and me here for two whole weeks, so we’ll need to come up with a plan.”

warnings: bodyguard!bucky barnes x reader, smut, reader’s mom is the british ambassador to france, age gap (10-15 years), tattooed!bucky (both a metal arm and tattoos as picked in a poll by you), beefy!bucky, forbidden romance, staying for two weeks at a chateau in the south of france, forced proximity, bucky is a shameless hoe and we love him for it, kissing, love confession, shower sex, dirty talk, manhandling, size kink, belly bulge, gaping, handjob, fingering, impact play, squirting, multiple orgasms, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cumplay

word count: 3870

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“I’m sorry, darling. I tried to get out of it, I really did, even for just one day, but I can’t join you at the chateau this time.” 

“It’s alright, mom,” you exhaled, “I understand.”

Soothingly rubbing her palm down the length of your arm, she suggested, “well, since it won’t be as crowded down there, why don’t you stay a little longer? Maybe a proper break might cheer you up. Maybe one extra week?”

“Actually, two weeks of alone time is just what I need right now,” a faint smile managed to emerge on your lips, “thank you.”

“Great! You go and pack your things, I’ll let Barnes know to do the same,” she announced, and squashed the brief relief you felt just as soon as it had washed over you. 

It felt like ages that Bucky made you sit and wait in the car while he went around the estate to do his initial sweep, making sure it was safe and secure before you got to enter. 

The tenseness that still floated ethereally in the air between you didn’t fade away when he finally came back to crack open the door for you to exit the vehicle. 

“So,” you exhaled once the two of you had crossed the threshold of the chateau, “my room is the one upstairs and at the end of the hallway, yours is wherever the fuck you want, there are like a million bedrooms in this place.”

Your footsteps echoed against the elegantly tiled floors as you twisted to check that he even heard you. He had, seeing as his gaze was still ever glued upon you, though he didn’t offer you a reply. 

Shifting the large bag that hung from your shoulder, the luggage that you stubbornly hadn’t let him carry, you paused just before your stride began to ascend the grand staircase in the middle of the foyer.

“Also, I think we should come up with some ground rules.” 

Your bodyguard’s dark eyebrows then crinkled as he half scoffed, “ground rules?”

“Yes, ground rules,” you sighed, forcing your eyes to rest on anything but him, “it’s just you and me here for two whole weeks, so we’ll need to come up with a plan.”

Exhaling slowly, he simply stated, “whatever you say.”

Before you then began to drift up the wide steps, you cast a glance over your shoulder and said, “meet me in the kitchen in ten.”

“Alright,” you breathed, leaning against the cold marble of the kitchen island as you stared down at the small list you’d scribbled down on a stray post-it you had found in the bottom of your bag, slightly crumbled and with a doodle on the other side, “first rule I’d like to instate is an obvious one, but still needs to be set and stone in order for us to be here together. We can’t sleep together.”

When you heard a low sigh seep from Bucky’s lips, your eyes snapped up to glare at him. 

“Hey! Take this fucking seriously, okay?”

“I am,” he assured you, though his tone indicated the complete opposite of his words. 

“So, rule number two is in prolonging of the first one, which is that we can’t do anything that’ll make us want to sleep with each other,” you cast your glance back down to your messy handwriting, “two A, no swimming in the pool, two B, no nudity, two C, definitely no drinking, and two D, no staring at me,” your eyes flickered back up to catch his blue ones, “especially not like that,” you swiftly gestured to the way he gazed at you.

“Like what?” he didn’t change the manner he looked at you. 

“Like you’ve seen me naked!” 

Your shriek unfortunately only won you the glimpse of a smug smirk upon Bucky’s lips, one you swiftly tried to ignore. 

“Okay,” you blinked in an effort to redirect your attention back to the task at hand and not the butterflies that now soared in your stomach and made you slightly dizzy, “rule number three is technically also under the subsection of number two, but we can’t eat our meals together. No candle-lit dinners, not even a snack.”

Budding in, the man on the other side of the kitchen counter then said, “can I say something?”

With a soft sigh, you mustered the courage to look up at him, “shoot.”

“Do you wanna decide what I wear as well while you're at it? Maybe also when I’m allowed to breathe?”

His jest didn’t as much as conjure a twitch at the corners of your lips as your gaze simply narrowed in his direction, “are you mocking me?”

Boldly leaning his forearms down against the tabletop, he stared back at you, “so what if I am?” though when you assumed he was kidding and you let out a groan, you heard him go on, “all I’m saying is that maybe we don’t set a list of hard rules just to avoid each other. We seem to do just fine when we toss them all out the window.”

“I'm sorry, wait, what?” you blinked. 

“We’ve got two weeks here, so why don’t we make them count?” he shrugged. 

Mouth agape, you dumbfoundedly stared back at him, “you’re kidding, right?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” calmly, his head tilted slightly as he held your stunned gaze, “just think about it.”

The sun only barely managed to set before you felt yourself crack and give in to your bodyguard’s offer. 

Storming into his room, his dark brows only got the chance to rise slightly in astonishment before you nearly tackled him to the ground, throwing your arms around his bulky frame and crashing your lips against his before any of you could say even a single word. 

You didn’t try to hide the raw emotions that came pouring out, causing your efforts to be rough and desperate, though it didn’t take long before Bucky’s touch mirrored the feral nature of your own, leaving you dizzy as you eventually withdrew from the starved kiss, clutching onto his shirt for support as you breathlessly ordered. 

“Take off your clothes.”

Keeping your eyes closed, you tilted your head back to let the drizzle of water rinse out the shampoo from your locks. 

The door to the bathroom was wide open, so when you twisted your form to face the showerhead, you didn’t notice as your faithful protector stopped in his slow tracks right on the other side of the threshold. His eyes trailed down your glistening spine till the sight of you caused him to crumble completely and take advantage of the gift that had just fallen into his lap.  

A low purr vibrated within your chest as the warm water rained down upon you, though suddenly, it wasn’t just the hot shower embracing your form, as a pair of burly arms snaked their way around you. Leaning back into his bulky frame, you caught sight of a crumbled bundle of his clothes tossed on the other side of the fogged-up shower door. A blissful hum crackled within you like a roiling fire as you felt his lips begin to plant soft pecks along the line of your shoulders. 

Though as his touch began to bloom and wander boldly down your frame, a gentle hiss tore through your lazy smile as his fingers came into contact and brushed over your core. 

Nipping at your neck, he murmured, “oh, do you want me to stop?” not removing his metal hand, though halted the pattern he had begun to draw over your petals. 

He already knew full well just how sore and swollen you still were. It would have been impossible not to be after the vigorous activities you’d kept the past week busy with.  

Digging your digits into his forearms to keep you in his embrace, you shot back hazily over your shoulder, “don’t you dare,” before a whimper rippled out of you as Bucky once again rolled your puffy pearl beneath his steely touch. 

“How is it that we’ve already done this for a whole week, yet it only feels like a day?” his voice tickled the shell of your ear as you leaned more of your weight back into him. 

“Really? Because I don’t believe you’d be able to fuck me in a day as many times as you have this past week,” you jested through a whimper, “even for a guy with your stamina.” 

“It’s a good thing it’s just the two of us here… imagine if we hadn’t been alone, if it hadn’t been me walking by and seeing you seduce me like the wicked temptress that you are?”

“I wasn’t trying to do anything of the sort,” you chuckled airily. 

“Really?” he teased just as his touch did, “leaving the door open, that wasn’t on purpose?” 

“No, I swear,” you then tilted your head and admitted, “at least not this time…”

“You mean the time back a month ago when didn’t close the door while taking a bath,” he murmured casually, “then called out to me, asking if I could fetch you a towel, and I had to pretend not to hear you?”

Spinning around at once, your eyebrows were nearly at your hairline as you blinked, “you knew?” 

“Baby, you never had to play that hard just to torture me,” he smiled down at you, “that move was downright cruel,” before he reached for the knob and switched off the water.

A squeal bubbled out of you as Bucky then suddenly plucked you up into his arms, wasting no time before he stepped out of the shower, only pausing for a beat in the comparatively more spacious area, though only in order to manhandle you further and toss you over his shoulder before his feet began to shift once more, leaving wet prints in their wake on the cool tile as he strode towards the exit. 

Strung over his shoulder as if you were a wet piece of laundry and he was the line, you giggled, “wait!” and just managed to catch one of the fluffy towels hanging on the hook he passed. Blinking down at the floor as he crossed the threshold, you watched as droplets of water dribbled down from you both and left a trail on the herringbone flooring, “you’re dripping, you’re gonna get the whole house wet!”

Landing his wide palm in a wet smack across your ass, he chuckled, “I thought that was my line, sweetheart,” teasing about the manner your pussy drooled for him, already leaking down your thighs at this point. 

Soon, the long hallway disappeared from your periphery as Bucky entered the nearest of the many bedrooms, though you barely had time to register your new surroundings before the world fell out from under you and he plopped you down on the bed in the middle of the room. 

Standing his ground and looming above the giggle that was your horizontal form, he stole the towel from your grasp before dragging the terrycloth across your skin. As he dried off the droplets of water that clung to your body, a handful of pecks adorned your flesh as well, often shadowing the cloth. 

Gazing up at him with smile-crinkled eyes, you stretched your feet up in the air, against his torso, and rested them against his wide shoulders as he briefly paused to dry himself off as well. But as he returned to sweep the towel across the last remaining spot upon your body that still glistened from the shower, the peck he pressed to the valley between your boobs was swiftly halted as your grasp found his jaw and you guided his face up towards your own. 

As you brought his lips to your own, you swiftly felt the mattress dent and ripple as he crawled up to hover above you. 

“Ahh, fuck…” he then groaned against your lips as your hand snaked down between your bodies and began to stroke his throbbing girth. 

Tossing the towel to the side, a gasp soon tumbled out past your lips as Bucky’s palms found your tits in a gentle squeeze. Your pebbly nipples stood up to the challenge as he swept a knuckle teasingly across one of them before capturing it in a pinch and tugging slightly to summon a sinful sound deep within your body. 

As your fist slowly twisted up and down his hard length, his close proximity caused your own knuckles to brush across your clit at every heated pass. Almost unconsciously, you tilted your hips slightly and nudged the bulbous tip of him through your glistening petals, the pleasure of which caused your eyes to roll in your skull. 

But just before he could take the initiative and catch your fleeting invitation to let him inside, you caught him off guard and suddenly rolled him onto his back with your frame plastered atop of him. 

Propping yourself up slightly, you grasped his fat girth before slowly sinking down upon it, “o-oh my god,” couldn’t help but breathlessly tumble out of your lungs as a flat palm came down to brace on his broad chest and your thighs gently quivered at the sudden stretch of him. It was a few times that you had to pause on your slow journey down just in order to catch your breath, as his intimidating size caused you to question yet again how you’d ever been able to take it before. 

“Atta girl,” his grip dug into your hips when you slowly began to move, “just like that…” though you still couldn’t persuade your pelvis to sink all the way down to meet his own. 

As you found a gentle roll, one of Bucky’s palms scooped up past your waist and caught one of your tits. Your back arched slightly as he played with your boobs, his hand travelling back and forth as you rode him, though a shuttering moan rippled through your body as he landed a gentle tap down upon one of them, a shiver swiftly trickling down your spine at the spark.

But just as you thought the bodyguard beneath you was blissfully enjoying the show and letting you do all the work yourself, his hips then abruptly offered you a greedy buck.  

“Bucky!” you nearly screamed as he buried the last few inches that you had so fiercely struggled to conquer on your own, “that’s–, I–, holy fuck!” 

You hadn’t been able to take all of him on your own, so he just gave you the little nudge that you needed, even if that nudge thoroughly punched all of the oxygen out of your lungs, he still made you take every staggering inch.

“Come on, don’t stop now,” a chuckle escaped him at your reaction before his palm came down upon your ass to get you back to work, “make yourself cum on this cock.” 

Shakily, you tried to pick up your rhythm once more, dropping your hips to meet his, though he couldn’t remain still for long before he began to fuck up into your warmth. Heavy taps echoed throughout the room as his balls slapped against your slick skin at his efforts. As he met your movements halfway and drove his cock much deeper than you could muster on your own, your left hand drifted down to strum your buzzing clit. 

Already dangerously close to the edge, your hazy gaze flickered down to watch not only how your pussy magically swallowed his big dick, but your eyes also caught sight of the dull bulge that appeared in your lower abdomen, making your brain feel even more fuzzy than before. As your glance flickered back to try and catch his, you found his own stare to still be fiercely locked on the same spot where yours had just strayed from, watching intently at just how deep he went, nearly rearranging your guts just to mould you perfectly to fit his shape. 

When you finally reached your peak, your cunt nearly choked his cock as your silky walls clambered down on him, a small accompaniment of sinful gush squirted around him and drizzled to soak the sheets below. 

While you were still foggy with your eyes barely open, Bucky rolled you both over, his dick still throbbing deep within you. Welcoming the softness of the bed beneath you with a gentle sigh, he then captured your lips in a kiss and swallowed the whimpers that promptly bubbled up as he began to fuck you once more, offering you long, deep strokes that sank you so far into the mattress that you began to wonder if you might rock through it completely.  

“O-oh, so fucking d-deep,” you blubbered. A rhythmic cry forced its way out of your lungs each and every time the tip of him kissed your cervix, nearly bullying the deepest parts of you in a manner that made you feel like the wobbliest of jellies. 

“You scared I’m gonna break you, baby?” his soft lips ghosted against your cheekbone. 

“I–, maybe,” you admitted, blinking up at the way his frame eclipsed your vision, “but it feels so good, I don’t care if you do,” though your confession ended up not only exclusively being about the purely physical entanglement you currently found yourselves in. 

A deep growl rumbled in his chest as his hands scooped down beneath your bottom, before he let himself manhandle you, repeatedly dragging your hips up to grant him a better angle for him to fuck into. A bit of drool trickled out the corner of your mouth and found the pillow below your head when his cock soon throbbed within you, pumping you full of his hot load. 

When he pulled back out of your warmth, your pussy didn’t get to stay empty for long as his cool metal fingers swiftly took his dick’s place. Plugging you full, his frame shifted slightly to grant him a good view of the leaky mess he’d made of you. As he pushed his cum deeper inside of you, scooping it back in as his fingers forced it out, he increasingly added more and more digits till the amount matched the girth that had just split you apart, before he withdrew them all at once and grinned proudly at the way he made your hole gape slightly for him, before winking back to a closed as if he’d never even tickled you before. 

It didn’t take long with all of his molten motions before your pussy wept for him once more, a display he only drew out as his fingers stayed hooked inside of you while his other palm came down to offer your puffy pearl a few taps. 

A hazy giggle was bubbling out of your shaky frame as his attentive touch finally faded and his kisses fluttered back up your body till your arms wrapped around him and drew him in close. 

As you layed there in the plush bed and stared up at the ceiling, you didn’t know yet that the man sprawled out beside you was awake as well. 

You just couldn’t find rest no matter how hard you tried, for how could you as tonight was your last night in the chateau. 

Carefully, you slipped out from under the covers, grabbed your long robe from the armchair it was draped over, and tip-toed towards the wide French doors that lead out onto a balcony. Pushing the doors open, a mild gust of wind rustled the robe as you fastened the tie around your waist and crossed over the threshold. 

Though you knew that you didn’t have any other choice, the thought of returning home in the morning still broke your heart. The last thing you wanted to do was burst that dreamlike bubble that you and your bodyguard had built together and go back to a world completely desaturated of colour. 

Not only had you made the grave mistake of repeating history, but putting it under such an intense microscope didn’t help matters either, as well as your feelings, those having become terrifyingly clear over the past two weeks. 

“Hey,” you suddenly heard the doors behind you creak and you tore your hazy gaze away from the dark gardens below to spot Bucky gently leaning against the doorframe. 

“Hi,” you breathed, keeping a flat palm on the ivy-covered stone railing as you twisted your frame slightly to glance at him, “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

“No, I was already awake,” he shrugged slightly before joining you outside in the pale moonlight, “you okay?”

“Yeah…” you sighed, casting your gaze back upon the woods blooming in the distance. 

“…well, that didn’t sound very convincing,” he chuckled gently as he settled in beside you, leaning both his forearms against the half-wall, “do you wanna talk about it?”

Sucking in a breath, your eyes flickered over to catch his own, “I just–…” you hesitantly began before admitting, “I don’t wanna go back to Paris…” 

“Why not?” though a crinkle found his brow, his expression still softened, “is there something going on with you and your mother?”

“No, it’s nothing like that,” you shook your head, “I just don’t wanna go home yet…” staring at him a moment longer, you then heard yourself confess, “…I–… I don’t want this to end yet…”

Watching closely as his lungs expanded with oxygen, for the first time you witnessed the gruff man look utterly and completely stunned, simply staring down at you with bated breath. 

Parting your lips once more, you nearly whispered, “…I don’t wanna go back to pretending that I’m not in love with you…” 

Bucky didn’t say a word, only continued to stare as he tried to comprehend the truth you’d just professed.

“I love you,” you gathered up the nerve to spit out, “I love you now… I loved you this morning… I loved you after you’d probably only worked at the embassy for a few weeks…” your vision became blurred as tears began to form in your eyes and you continued to babble, “and I don’t think those feelings are planning on changing anytime soon, so it only seemed fair for you to be aware of that for when I ask you in two seconds if you wanna keep this thing between us going, because I do, though probably for different reasons than you–, not that I don’t enjoy that part, you are an incredible lay, I just didn’t think it would be fair for you to be unaware of the feelings I've developed for you, because I don’t know how to ignore them anymore, and–, oh my god, please just say something, I feel like I arrived naked at school or something–”

But before you could ramble any further, Bucky seized your face and fiercely pressed his lips to your own. A shiver ran down your spine and nearly caused your knees to buckle as he kissed you, and when he withdrew, slowly pulling back, he found your stary gaze and uttered, “…I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem,” he then sucked in a breath before confessing, “because I–… Y/n, I love you too…” 

© 2024 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[fir3ylolol]

break up, make up

pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

summary: You and Johnny didn't end your relationship on a good note. You've successfully avoided him, but what happens when you both end up at the same bar??

word count: 2.46 k

tw: Vaginal sex, oral sex, cunnilingus, afab!reader, gn pronouns, dom!reader, sub!johnny cage, forgiveness, make up sex, vaginal penetration, grinding, semi-public sex, begging, mentions of cheating, making out, no spoilers, he's so pussywhipped dude, praise kink, no other canon characters, smut, shameless smut, porn with plot

a/n: I've never really written fic b4 so I hope it's not shit. Slightly inspired by 3d-wifey, they are an actually good writer

Ao3

Johnny stared daggers at you from across the room. Why did he have to show up here? It had been a couple of months since you two split up and this was the first time you’d seen each other since. All you wanted was a nice night out with friends, which was already hard enough. But there he is, just 1000 feet away.

It hadn’t been easy. You had been with him for over a year and for the most part, it was fine. Despite his career and fame, he managed to find plenty of time for you. He loved to spoil you, spend time with you, and show his love wholeheartedly. That was until he had a long shoot overseas. He promised that everything would be fine and nothing would change. After 2 long months, he finally returned. But something felt off. He didn’t hold you like he used to, spent less time at home, and you didn’t see the love in his eyes anymore. A very dramatic breakup ensued, complete with tears and screaming from both of you. You moved out and quickly lost contact. Trying to cope as article after article about him returning to his ‘playboy lifestyle’ came out, you decided that he wasn’t worth your time, that he killed the relationship because he was bored of you. And so you tried your hardest, knowing that running into him again was unlikely. He’s too busy being famous, right?

Right?

Wrong.

Because there he was, same old Johnny, in a red button-up shirt with the arms rolled up and the top two buttons undone. Black slacks straining against his thighs, expensive watch glistening in the low light of the club. And, fuck, that look on his face. You couldn’t fully read it, and you weren’t sure if you were scared or interested.

Trying not to look at him, you brush off your clothes. You want to seem cool, calm, unbothered. Something you weren’t. But you weren’t turning around again to look. You just laugh with your friends and continue to enjoy your night. Until…

“Why, hello there dear,” his familiar voice rang out in your ears. You froze, the familiarity and warmth were something you hadn’t heard in a very long time. Slowly turning, you meet his eyes, trying, and failing, to hide your nerves. But when you meet his eyes, you can’t read anything. His words are cool, calm, and suave, but his eyes? Ice cold. It made you feel worse. You manage to utter a “Hello Johnny” as he stands there, his presence looming. Your friends look to you for guidance, but you nod, letting them know you’re fine. But they take that to mean, ‘you can leave now’, because they walk away, leaving you alone with him.

The exact opposite thing of what you wanted, honestly.

But it's too late for that. You take a deep breath and look directly at him, trying to seem brave. He leans against the table, looking around before sitting down across from you. “So, why are you out tonight? Trying to find another guy to disappoint?” His words cut deep, harsh accusations that offend you. “Excuse me?” you question, leaning towards him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t act innocent, we both know you’re not,” He scoffs, leaning back in his chair and looking at the crowd. You scrunch your face up in frustration, feeling the anger bubble up inside you. “You know, you’re not exactly innocent either. You leave for 2 months, you don’t talk to me once, and when you’re finally back, you treat me like shit! I honestly preferred it when you were gone, at least then I didn’t feel like complete garbage.” You try not to cry, unable to stop your eyes from watering. Your words seem to soften Johnny slightly, as he looks back and seems more awkward than angry. “What do you mean? I didn’t do that.” “WHAT?” you nearly yell, surprising yourself and him. “You came back a different person! You weren’t the man I fell in love with anymore. You were cold and cruel, just like you are now.” You reach for your bag and move to stand up and leave, but he nearly dives across the table, grabbing your arm. “Wait, wait, please don’t go. I’m sorry. Please just…let me explain.”

You slowly sit back down, shrugging out of his grip, and stare at him, waiting. He finally seems nervous, scratching the back of his neck. “I won’t beat around the bush. I thought that while I was gone, you were cheating on me.” He looks away, clearly ashamed. “I don’t know why. I didn’t have proof. I just…I’m used to people leaving a lot sooner than you, so I assumed the worst. I didn’t think I acted that poorly, but I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that. I’ll just leave you alone now.” His head hung slightly in shame, he started to stand.

But now it's your turn to stop him, gently taking his arm and making him sit down again. You both pause, waiting for the other to speak. Quietly, you begin to laugh, your whole body shaking. You manage to get out a muffled, “We’re so stupid.” He slowly starts laughing as well, both of you absorbing the absurdity of the situation. After a bit, you both calm down, managing to speak again. You learn that he’s been cast in a new show and that the rumors spreading around have been untrue. He learns about how you’ve been, your true interest in how you are shining through.

“Hey, you look really good, you know?” He gently takes your hand and stares into your eyes. All of a sudden, the mood shifts. Reconnecting with him has reconnected something else, something you didn’t quite expect. His words rest heavily in the air, trying to gauge how you’re feeling. You look into his eyes, the kindness and care he used to show you returning. “You look good too. Better than I remember, honestly.” He laughs, touching your arm more. “I always look this good baby.”

His eyes, now half-lidded and sultry, beckon you closer. You decide to be brave, take initiative. You get up from your seat, standing next to him. Still holding his hand, you pull him up. “Yeah? Wanna show me if everything else stayed the same?” You coax him up, getting closer to him. His smile grows wider, and he stands up and wraps his arms around your waist. “Gladly, baby.” You wave to your friends, who honestly can’t tell if it’s the right thing to let you go with him, but decide to let you. If it’s a mistake, at least you’ll learn from it.

He leads you to his car, a sleek black sports car parked in the virtually empty private parking lot out back. The perks of being famous apparently include better parking. He unlocks the door, letting you sit down first. He climbs into the driver’s seat, turning his body to look at you. “So, my place or yours-” Before he can finish that thought, you reach over, grabbing his face and kissing him gently. He is clearly shocked but quickly leans into it, growing more passionate by the minute. He turns and grabs your hips, trying to get you closer to him. You didn’t realize how completely touch-starved and needy you were until right then. You pull away and take a breath, panting lightly in sync with him. Your hand travels down his chest slowly, dancing towards his crotch. You feel his breath hitch under you, lightly whimpering at the feeling.

Lightly brushing against him and teasing him further, he starts to grow needier, pleading eyes looking directly at you. “Please…please love…” he whines out. You decide to be nice, but not that nice. Slowly unzipping his fly and freeing him, he hisses at the feeling of the cool air in the car. Gently taking him into your hand, you truly forgot how big he is. You lean over, spitting onto his dick and slowly stroking him. He starts to moan lightly, flinching as you flick your wrist over the tip. “Ah-h! H-heyy…stop teasing…” he looks through his lashes, desperation evident.

Finally giving in, you lean down, taking as much of him into his mouth as you can at this angle. He gasps, leaning back and biting his finger to stop himself from being too loud. You look up, wide eyes meeting his. You lift your head, taking a deep breath. “Don’t quiet yourself. I wanna hear those pretty moans, baby.” His eyes lightly roll back at your words, moaning louder when you return to his weeping cock, keeping a quick, almost torturous, pace. He shakily reaches out to grab your head, not forcing you down, just feeling you and trying to remain stable.

You lift your head again, kissing him hard and rough. He desperately tries to keep up, lips slipping against yours messily. You take his hand, leading it down to your crotch. “Touch me, love. Please, I need it.” You rasp out, making him shiver. As he reaches into your underwear, he nearly melts at the feeling of how wet you are. His fingers gently curl into you, feeling you pulse around him hungrily. He gently pulls his hand out, looking at the slick on his fingers before shoving them in his mouth greedily. Groaning at the taste, he reaches his free hand out to grab your thighs, feeling your soft skin under his desperate touch. “Mmfph, alwaysh taste so goodf me,” he tries to speak with his fingers still in his mouth, not wanting to stop. He tries again to taste more but you stop him, to many protests.

But they quickly stop when you take you underwear off, slipping it out from under you and tossing them in the back seat. “Push your seat back,” you state casually, but you both know it’s a command. Hurriedly, he scrambles for the seat controls, moving himself as far back as possible. He looks to you, then down at himself. He pulls his pants and underwear down further, then looks to you excitedly. Carefully, you reach your right leg over him, straddling his lap. You can feel him throb against your leg, impossibly fast, and the wetness he can’t seem to stop. You pause, looking down at him. “I want to hear you say you want this before I do anything. If this is how we rekindle our relationship, it’s starting on a good note. And if not, then it’ll end on one. But I need to hear you say it.”

Quickly, he grabs at your thighs, tight grip digging into you. “Yes, yes, please. I need you. I’ve missed you so bad and, and just want to be with you right now. I need it. I need you. Please…” His desperate pleas and pathetic expression shoot to your core, you can feel yourself growing even wetter. That was all the motivation you need as you lift yourself up and grab his dick, lining it up with teasing touches against you, earning groans and gasps every time. Finally, you start to sink down, wincing. It’s been a while and Johnny is a lot to handle. But he doesn’t notice. His head is thrown back, strings of long whines, moans, and other pornstar sounds pouring from his mouth. His sounds are motivation enough as you sink down as far as possible. It’s like you knocked the wind out of him, gasps are all you get out of him for now. You take a second to adjust further.

Then, you begin to move. Hips rocking back and forth, forehead pressed into his shoulder. You speed up, bouncing on him as you basically use him. It’s not like he minds, whimpers echoing through the car, hands death gripping onto your ass as you ride him. He genuinely can’t control himself, babbling near nonsense. You can make out a few of the words he’s saying in your ear. “Love”, “s’good”, “missed this”, and “feel incredible�� is about it amongst the uncontrollable moans. You can definitely tell that it's been a long time. I mean, he’s usually pretty whiny, but this takes the cake. 

He manages to get a solid couple of sentences out in his fucked out state, wrapping his arms around you like a hug. “I missed you so bad, I knew it was a mistake. No one that feels this good could be bad. I missed being yours, missed having you use me like this. I love it, I love you.” His hips jerk upwards without rhythm, desperate to get off. His words egg you on further, speeding up and absolutely shaking the car. His grip on you tightens as you can tell he’s about to cum. You whisper shakily into his ear, “Come on baby, cum for me. Be a good boy for me.” With that, he finishes with a loud cry, a death grip around you and shaking thighs. He trembles beneath you, still sensitive from the comedown. You smooth out his hair, brushing the hairs stuck to his forehead from sweat. Still fuzzyheaded, he kisses you tenderly, full of love.

You slowly climb off and get back in your seat, catching your breath. But you don’t have long, as Johnny grabs your leg and twists you. Exposing you as you lean against the car door, you barely have time to think before he dives in, eating you out with such fervor that you genuinely can’t believe he got down there that fast. After his sweet words and all that you’ve done, you’re not that far from the edge. He hasn’t forgotten all the ways to make you cum though, as he quickly gets you even closer. He rubs his nose against your clit, causing you to jump at the sensitivity. But then, his head backs up slightly, which you can’t take at this moment. You have to finish. You grab his head, fingers tangling in his hair, and fuck his face hard. He is moaning again at this point, your pleasure gets him off just as much as his own. You lose the ability to think about anything but cumming, your sole goal. Finally, you finish, your grip on him loosening. But he stays just as close, burying his face in you and lapping up your cum mixed with his.

He finally pulls away, both of you gasping for air. You are suddenly much more thankful for being parked in a more secluded area. After what feels like forever, you turn and whisper out, “Am I as good as you remember?” Turning his head, he laughs and whispers, “Better than I remembered.”

[jcbbby]

Oh no, it's 25th already! I'm gonna jump into the last wagon of this party, because you are this good a writer (srsly) and you bring me a lot of joy, and because I am absolutely fucking shameless. (Also I've never congatulated you on the milestone, so here's congratulations! <3)

The third prompt: 🍎 Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?

omg stop, you're too sweet!!! thank you so much, I'll CRY :') anyway, for this very last follower party prompt, there is no plot here. literally none. we jump right into it, it's just straight filth. it's short, but we're ending the 500 follower party with a bang (get it? hehe...) - "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS TURN AROUND, gender neutral!reader, blow job, mutual masturbation. note: sorry for any mistakes, or if this just straight up sucks. my husband kept trying to talk to me as I was writing this and it was very distracting lol. -

Jace pulled you flush against him, lips pressing into yours forcefully; possessively. So many feelings of lust and desire finally coming to the surface. After weeks of lingering glances, just barely touching thighs or hands, and a handful of late night thoughts that made your head spin, you were finally alone with Jace in his room, with his hands all over you.

You pulled away, stroking his cheek as you looked to him with hooded eyes. "Did you say if I wanted you to take your clothes off, I should have just asked? Well, I'm not asking...I'm begging." You whispered the last words of your sentence.

He let out a gruff chuckle, taking a couple steps backward as he began undoing his belt. You followed, dropping to your knees in front of him, awaiting eagerly. He smirked as he slid his jeans down, the bulge just under the thin fabric of his tight boxers. You reached up, tugging at the waistband, sliding them down slowly. His harden length sprung out to attention over the band as you marveled.

"Like what you see?" He smirked, looking down at you.

You nodded. "I do...I..." You delivered a few kitten licks to his tip. "Really, really do..."

You licked a stripe on the underside of his cock, drawing a deep sigh from him. As you licked a second time, when you reached the tip again, you took all of him in your mouth. His hands immediately found their way through your hair, his head rolling backward.

"Shit, baby...yeah, that's it...like that..." He said through heavy breath.

He looked down at you, as your mouth slid back and forth around him. His hands gripped the back of your head, as he rocked his hips forward. You gagged around him slightly, but kept on working. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the two of you. He smirked, watching himself fuck your mouth.

"Hey, hey, stand up." He growled.

You pulled away, looking up at him in confusion. He placed a finger under your chin, bringing you up to his face. Using the same finger, he directed your head towards the mirror, smirking wickedly at you in the reflection. You grinned back at him as he started undoing the button on your jeans, sliding them down your thighs along with your underwear in one pull. He took his own cock in his hand, pumping himself.

"Touch yourself...I want to watch you play with yourself." He whispered in your ear.

You smirked while you watched his face, fixated just under your hips, as you slowly brought your hand down to your heat. You palmed yourself a few times before getting to work on yourself. He hummed in your ear as you touched yourself. Your eyes bounced from your own hand, to his, then up to his face. He let out a moan, dipping his head down into the crook of your neck, suckling and nibbling into you.

"Oh, fuck...Jace..." You started moving faster on yourself.

"Mmm...Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" He reached his free hand around, resting it on yours as you pleasured yourself. "I think it's you."

You leaned back into his chest, rolling your head onto his shoulder, feeling the pressure build in your stomach. You both echoed each other's moans, writhing together as you worked yourselves to your releases against one another.

"Baby, fuck...I'm getting close...god, you're so sexy..." Jace grunted.

"Me too...shit..." You panted. "Keep going...cum watching me cum...fuck!"

Your legs started to buckle as you felt the wave crash over you. Your release coating your hand as you kept it moving, shouting obscenities and Jace's name. Within seconds, you watched as Jace's face contorted, his head coming to rest against yours as you felt his body shake, his warm, sticky seed hitting your leg.

You breathed against each other as you both came down, with Jace planting delicate kisses to your collar bone. You smiled lightly as he pressed his lips to your flesh. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder, looking at you in the reflection.

"Well...I think we're read for the bed now, don't you?" He winked.

You smirked back at him, whipping around to meet him face to face as you started pushing him backwards to the bed.

[bloomdigital]

MJ Tumblr Takeover

Hey there tumblies, it's me, ya boi!

I’m MJ (he/him), a queer, overcaffeinated, perpetually exhausted, chronically online, cat- and TTRPG-obsessed, BL-loving, shameless weeb, memelord (wannabe), raging anti-capitalist chaotic word goblin and aspiring cryptid, and I AM TAKING OVER THE LONGSTORY TUMBLR! (At least for a bit.)

Born: 08/09 Height: 182 cm Blood Type: [redacted] Type: Tsundere

I’ve been working on LongStory (on and off) since 2015, but I actually started as a fan! Once upon a time I blogged about queer nerd stuff for Xtra, Canada’s longtime LGBTQ+ publication, and I stumbled on the first episode of this adorable little romantic visual novel through Twitter (RIP). I was absolutely charmed, an instant fan, this gorgeous little game that let me relive the trials and tribulations of grade school life but in a more queer and trans friendly world. It was exactly the kind of game I wanted when I was growing up in a VERY small town in the Canadian Maritimes. So when they did a call for writers I think I was physically vibrating from excitement putting together my resume and sample scene—I actually remember exactly where I was, it was one of those weird, stars-aligned, stranger than fiction moments, but that’s a story for another time!

When I joined the team, we were basically a few writers, the producer/CEO and the programmer sitting around in a room figuring stuff out. I VERY ENTHUSIASTICALLY wrote a single VERY LONG episode which—instead of making me cut it down—the project leads generously cut in two and became Episode 4: Drama and Episode 5: Make Up, and I’ve been working with the company as a writer and narrative designer since then!

LongStory’s the first game project I ever got to work on, it’s near and dear to my heart, so when I got asked to join the team on a follow-up I was once again vibrating with excitement. The company is no longer a few people sitting around in a room, it’s basically doubled to a dozen actual employees and then a bunch of part-time contributors like me, and we’re working on not one, not two, but three—okay, one of them is in very early development, but still—games, with more coming down the line! It’s like we’re a real game company or something?!

YOU MAY HAVE HEARD WE’RE DOING A KICKSTARTER! We’re taking preorders through a crowdfunding campaign to finish development on seven shiny new episodes. We would ABSOLUTELY love if you supported the campaign, with just under two weeks and little over half way to our goal we really want to make it happen!

But, long story short (har har har), we wanted to make sure you know that there is a free Steam demo that you can very much play if you haven’t already! The team, including our narrative lead and I, put so much love into this demo which, let’s be honest, is the first full episode of LongStory 2. If you play it and like it, let us know what you think! In the meantime, I’m going to be here writing about what it’s like to work on LongStory, maybe take a look at some fun new additions to LS2, share some of our favourite fanart, answer some asks… talk about the music I’m listening to… uh… share cat pictures… SO YEAH! I hope to hear from some of you over the next couple of weeks! Otherwise I’ll just be here… you know, doing my thang?

Before I go… I’m just gonna leave this here…

[sankttealeaf]

wip wednesday!! [18/10/23]

thank you for the tag @theviridianbunny!!!! i actually have stuff to show today :D some of it are requests, most of it is just shameless self-indulgent writing. i am nothing if not cringe (in the most positive way ever)

if you want an excuse to share something you're working on, take this as your sign!! i tag YOU to share some work!!

WRITING WIPS:

here's a few snippets of what i've been writing lately!

BG3: HEALING HANDS | astarion x gn!reader [requested]

"Either I leave and let slip to everyone how close you are to greeting death, or you let me help you," he says, and you wish your hands weren't so badly hurt or else you would have hit him. You always found yourself butting heads with Astarion, and now he was offering to help you?  Neither option was ideal. On one hand getting him away would be perfect, but then everyone else will swarm and fuss over you and you don't feel like dealing with that. With a heavy sigh, you place the washcloth in his hand.  "See? That wasn't so hard now, was it?" His voice oozes sarcasm and you glare at him. He squeezes out some of the excess water and begins to clean up your face. "Why don't you want to ask for help?" Astarion asks gently, wiping away the dried blood that coated your forehead. "We're a team, aren't we?" "You're one to talk," you snap back, though the intensity of your tone is crushed by the hiss of pain you let out when he presses against one of the deeper cuts on your face. "Ouch! You bastard." "If you aren't nice, then I guess I'll be rough with you," he says with a simple shrug, brushing some hair from your face. "Be good for me, alright?"

hit a slight writers block with this as i do not know where to progress further. hopefully my muse will return from war.

BG3: (currently unnamed fancy party intel gathering fic) | potential poly party x reader

With the threat of Absolute cultists marching on the city imminent, you were pressed for time to try and work out exactly who you were up against when it came to Orin and Gortash. You were well aware of the slippery masks Orin wore, posing as too many people already for your liking, her words laced with a hunger for blood to be spilled, but you knew nothing when it came to the latter. Well, next to nothing.

BG3: A Worse Situation Than A Cave In (wip title) | astarion x gn!reader | sequel to trapped

It's always a welcome breath of fresh air when you could bed down in an actual bed, so when you come across an inn on your journey you've already worked out how much it would cost for a night there than on the road. By the looks of it, your companions also wanted to spend the night in somewhat comfort. You decided to partner up for the rooms, to cut the costs and save your gold on useful things. The old lady at the front desk told you they have three rooms available, two of them can sleep two people and one of them could sleep three.  Lae'zel, Shadowheart and Karlach teamed up together, with Karlach loudly announcing for a 'girls night' while Wyll and Gale claimed one of the two bed rooms. Which left you and Astarion to take the other. You didn't mind, really. After everything that you both went through on that awful treasure hunting lead you suppose it would be nice to spend some time with him away from damp caves. You push open the door, ready to unload your bags onto the floor when your face falls. One bed, big enough for two people. You give Astarion a look as he pokes his head into the doorway.  "Oh." 

what's worse than being trapped in a cave? only one bed. duh.

BG3: let sleeping dogs lie | rue (my durge) x gortash

"Why do you have lemongrass scented soap in your cupboards?" She turns the questioning onto him as he leaves, beginning to light up some candles that were placed along the walls of the bathroom. "You complain when I don't have anything up to your standards, and yet when I do you question me?" He pauses in his tracks for a moment. Rue notices now in the soft warmth of candlelight that he is shirtless and something inside of her feels… angry? Annoyed? Flustered? What was this feeling?  "I'm simply curious."  He laughs and she grits her teeth. "Our alliance is only as strong as the bonds we forged them with. A happy business partner means a happy transaction." When enough light is now in the room he stops, taking a few steps closer to Rue. "Doesn't the idea of lemongrass soap make you happy?" She forces herself to hold his gaze and it's then she realises why she's so irritated at this gesture. The idea that Gortash has been listening to her complaints, her comments for better smelling soaps, her need to hide the smell of murder from her once the day is done makes her feel seen. Exposed. Spread open for the whole world to gaze upon. It irks her and for some reason she cannot stop thinking about what he must've looked like purchasing it. Gortash keeps his eyes locked with hers and tilts his head ever so slightly, awaiting a response. She breaks eye contact first and goes to snatch the bottle out from the cupboards. "Draw me a bath."

considering making this like, a multichapter thing documenting rue + gortash throughout their mutually beneficial alliance. i have many brainworms about durgetash right now,

ART WIPS:

did you know i also draw? i've been posting less art over on my instagram just because i never finish anything and sometimes i am allowed to keep art to myself, but here's some pieces i'm pretty proud of that i've done this past week!

had this idea in my brain to show rue (my durge) pre and post tadpole with the one she cares most about. something something to be loved is to be changed. not sure if i like the posing on the rue + gale one so it may change i just needed to get this idea down. also gale and rue's ship name is chaosweave and i need everyone to know that bc its the coolest thing ive ever come up with

and that's that! i have so many ideas swirling around in my brain all the time it's hard to get them all down coherently yknow?? i also have a few requests i'm gathering ideas for so if you've dropped anything in my ask box just know it's brewing in my brain like a soup!! (also feel free to drop in just to say hi :D)

anyway i am off to plan my dnd session some more and hopefully not get too distracted by other things (thats a lie, i will!)

[spookygingerr]

Is shameless prestige tv?

Hi Anon!

I hope your day is going well :)

I'm not gonna lie, I had never heard of that term before so I did some research. So let's see...

From what I can gather, prestige tv is defined in a lot of different ways by different people, so I'm just gonna analyse shameless in regards to some of these definitions/traits of prestige tv that I found online.

First of all here prestige tv is described as 'Water Cooler tv'

What this means is a tv show that everyone seems to be watching that you discuss over the water cooler in the office. I don't think from my experience that shameless is that, however it did finish 3 years ago and I am in the UK so a US fan that watched the show in real time would be a better judge of that. I however would argue that we don't have water cooler tv shows anymore for a large variety of reasons. First of all, everyones algorithm is so personalised that someone who is an A class celebrity to one person is unknown to the next. Think back to Britney Spears reign, everyone new her, I don't think we really have celebs like that anymore. Of course there are Taylor Swift and Harry Styles at the moment but I imagine that it is easy for anyone who's not a fan to limit their exposure to them. I have a lot of Taylor on my timelines because I am a big fan, but I never see Harry anymore because I never liked the videos or even watched them through so the algorithm stopped showing me. Maybe in the first few seasons Shameless in the US was inescapable for the wider society, like Glee or One Direction, all around the same time, but like I said, I can't vouch for that. Secondly, the way we consume tv has changed. I personally didn't watch shameless until 2022 and binge watched it all on Netflix over a few weeks. Streaming has really altered how we consume. We don't all watch the same shows at the same time with ad breaks like we did 15-20 years ago so it is hard for anything to be water cooler tv. In the UK the only shows that fit this standard are reality shows such as Love Island and I'm a Celebrity Get me Out of Here but I've noticed that even those don't have the water cooler tv title they did 10 years ago, likely because people can be binging shows on Netflix on a Friday night instead of tuning in to live reality tv.

Next up, here one feature of prestige tv is colour scheme/lighting

Prestige tv uses colour and lighting to set the tone, the article describes this as being dark, muted colours. I think shameless definitely makes use of colour to set the scene and help tell the story but they don't just use muted colours. In the early seasons there is a gorgeous grainy quality that feels comfortable and nostalgic. The Gallagher house is full of yellows and muted warm colours that help us feel safe and loved there, just look how cozy this video is. The Milkovich house on the flip side feels very cold and clinical. Look here, and this is Mickey's room which is the cosiest room in the entire house... still cold and depressing. Even the exterior of Kev and V's house being a pillow box red is a nod towards their passionate love.

Boobs

No seriously, the article said prestige tv shows full boob and shameless does that!

Self-awareness

I'm on that same article, according to Vulture, prestige tv has self awareness, shameless does to an extent. Of course there's the 'here's what you missed last week on shameless' where the actors stay in character which breaks down the fourth wall a little. Similarly there are a few pop culture references, Lip mentions Sue from Glee to Mandy (I can't find it on yt and he uses two slurs so I don't wanna repeat it), letting us know that the same tv shows exist in the shameless universe. Fun fact, Mike O'Malley who plays Burt Hummel on Glee (Kurt's dad) was a writer on Shameless! And of course Mickey watches Riverdale in season 11. I think these all count as self awareness.

Thus, yeah in my opinion I think Shameless could be considered prestige tv, as much as any show could be in the streaming age. But I am incredibly biased.

I have absolutely no business analysing tv, I literally heard the term 'prestige tv' for the first time today, but if anyone wants to discuss further, or listen to me yap more then lemme know!

[gingit-cake]

Shameless done ya dirty: a Top 5

5. Debbie: an iconic line for me is in 4x10 when the Gallaghers can’t find Fiona and Debbie says to Lip, exasperatedly, “All I do is look for my family. I’m getting all of you ankle monitors.” This is evocative of why she ends up having Franny so young, this desire for control and someone who will love her unconditionally and put her first. This is a reasonable canon development but then the show turns her into such a shallow, self-absorbed jerk that it’s impossible to sympathize with her. She’s not even an anti-hero. And Frank compares her to Monica in the finale but Monica was at least kind. Debbie has no such grace.

4. Fiona: mostly because of her roller coaster in her later seasons. She’s up, she’s down. She’s a small business owner, she works nights at a gas station behind bullet proof glass, maybe she’s a drunk. Who knows. I almost want to link her and Vee together here, because their friendship was completely trashed in the show as well. She’s higher up in the rankings than Debbie because she’s more beloved, but honestly she’s a forgettable character a few years out from her run.

3. Mickey: This one requires the least explanation for the Gallavich crowd - dumped, trashed by Ian in S6, written like a dumb, impulsive child with low “emotional IQ” in the final seasons. He’d be higher in the rankings if he weren’t redeemed by a stable partnership and business, loyalty and generosity, and ripped jeans. 😍

2. Mandy: What was on the writers’ minds between S1 and S2 that the Mandy who once explained English sentence structure rules to Ian in S1 became the poster child for “stay-in-school kidz!” PSAs in S2? Her unceremonious departure mid-S5, to never return and basically cease to exist was the icing on the cake. She deserved better.

1. Lip: I will never get over this one’s fall from grace. So bright, overcame a handful of obstacles to get through school, and never given a second chance by the writers once he emerged as an alcoholic. Worse, they treated him as someone whose most creative solution to crisis in the back half of the series was thinking of The Polish Doll and Debbie pretending to be the bride. I find his story line an insult to all the community, commuter and other 4-year colleges that give non-traditional students a path to success. It’s an insult to working-class and low-income young adults who are told by this show that there is only a single path to educational success - the elite college. The writing of his story is so classist. So narrow minded. Ugh. I’m getting worked up just thinking about it.

Honorable mentions: Sheila, Vee

[gingit-cake]

Related to this - I’ve been rewatching S1 and the amount of dramatic energy the show could milk out of the most mild scenes - like meals in the kitchen or the family gathering to watch tv.  The ensemble nature + the early writing made scenes like this so rich and dynamic - you could really get to know and understand the characters. That amazing blend of character development with storylines like Mickey coming out, Fiona going from legal guardian to incarceration for child endangerment, etc. - it was completely sacrificed for “comedic” lite plot b.s. that we’ve had to endure in the final seasons, esp. S9-11. Sigh. 

one of my biggest pet peeves this season that i think really came to a head in this final episode was that, watching this season, i truly had no idea what any character was thinking at pretty much any point. and that’s not a good thing. i want to feel like i can get in the head of the characters, that i can see where they are coming from when they make choices, even if i don’t agree with it. i’m thinking back to season 4 because i love this season so much and really feel like i can understand the drama in that season better because i can understand what’s going on in fionas mind when she goes on her bender or what lip is thinking as he struggles to work and go to school and care for the family. we can see the plot through the characters eyes and anticipate their choices based on what we know of them and their minds. this season has been the opposite of that. will lip and tami keep the baby? no idea! will debbie go to texas? not a clue! will carl buy the bar? maybe! your guess is as good as mine! i really have no idea what is going on in their heads at any given point and it HATE IT

[buckybarnesdiaries]

a place called home

© credits to the author, i found it on google. if you own it, send me a message to add your @.

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Request by @dora-wolfram-blog: Hi <3 so happy to see your requests are open! How about ex Avenger reader who can manipulate the forces of nature and she comes to help Sam? (Idk maybe calling fish from the sea so his family can sell and earn enough money for the boat?) There she meets Bucky who she briefly met after endgame and they get to know each other? Domestic stuff is my weak spot so thank you so much luv u <3

word count: 1.206 words.

warnings/tags: none. bucky being a gentleman and sam a pain in the ass as always.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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Saying that Bucky and you were friends wasn’t something exactly. You fought together a couple of times before you retired from superhero life. Like many of them, the war had finished and you chose calm over being a private agent. More or less like the ex-soldier, with the difference that he went to New York and you didn’t be able to find a home until Sam made you a call. He was quite the opposite of Bucky for you, connecting since the very first second you met. After he told you about his sister’s financial trouble, he offered you a roof to sleep under in exchange for your powers to control the tide and promote the movement of fish stocks. Of course, it was a hit, and you finally found peace in Delacroix. A celebration was inevitable, it was part of Wilsons’ DNA, but you weren’t expecting Bucky to show up with Sam; although he told you in your last call that they were working together. Or something like that.

As soon as your eyes laid on him among the crowd, you knew he had changed after more than six months without seeing each other. You couldn't help but feel happy for Bucky when you saw him smiling for the first time. He had a beautiful and innocent smile, seeming like a new man. Renovated, with want to live, enjoying playing with kids and talking to old men about war stories.

You had placed your back against an oak column, away from the crowd but close enough to check on everyone, in case they need help with anything. A beer was resting against your lips, doubting on continuing drinking, lost in your thoughts. There was something about Bucky going from one side to another, laughing unworried, that had fully captivated your attention. You weren't able to stop looking at him, chuckling when you saw one of Sam's nieces putting a magnet with the form of a crab on his left arm.

“I have that teen-in-love's face on camera”.

You frowned at Redwing some inches away from your face. As a response, you tried to slap it down. But your friend was faster than you controlling that thing.

“He looks good, uh?”

“Oh, shut up…” You replied by clicking your tongue and rolling your eyes, having a sip from your drink to put your eyes away to the sea.

“He asked if you'd be here… Just saying”.

“Shut up, Samuel!” You implored, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

As the night went on and the guests started to leave, Sarah asked you to take Jim and Jody home while she stayed there cleaning with his brother about the business. You were exhausted too, and she noticed it. And after saying your goodbyes, you headed to the parking where your car was stationed, carrying the younger Wilson onto your arms —peacefully sleeping— as his big brother was yawning loudly. At that point, you realized that it was going to be a tough mission to put them in the car.

“Wait! Lemme help”.

The male voice coming from behind you made you turn around and before you could react, Bucky was taking Jody from your arms to his. You smirked softly in response, looking for the key in the right pocket of your jacket to unlock the car. The soldier tucked the younger in the back seat, placing the belt around him as Jim occupied the other side of the SUV.

“It's been good to see you”. You said after closing the door, staying outside in front of him.

“Same”. He replied, not knowing what else to say.

Puckering your lips and clapping the key on your palm, you nodded with your chin, feeling the nerves running through your veins. “Good night, Bucky”.

“Good night, (Y/N)”.

You gave him your back, sighing inappreciably, to open the pilot's place and came in.

“He— Hey, wait”.

“Uh?”

“Sam told me… you were tired. I might give you a ride back home. I can wait for him there”. The offering made you glance towards him, already sitting in your car but with a leg rest on the ground. “If you want, I mean…”

Of course he did (...). That son of a bitch had the audacity to push you onto the other. You bit your inner cheek, landing your eyes on the wheel. Yes, you were tired. You woke up at five to sail with Sarah, then you organized the party and cooked for it. You hadn't had a single second of rest during the whole day. And Sam took advantage of it, feeling like he was some kind of Cupido. And you had to recognize that it was also very considerate coming from Bucky.

“I'd appreciate it… actually”. You ended up agreeing, stepping out to give him the keys and ceding your seat.

The ride was silent between the two of you, hearing some quiet indie music playing on the radio while you fought against your brain to stay awake. Luckily, it didn't take him too long to reach Sarah's house —although you were barely keeping your eyes open at this point. Again, he helped you with the kids, walking indoors and following you to their respective rooms. You tucked Jim and Jody on their beds, making sure they were comfy before placing a kiss on their foreheads and wishing them a good night. Bucky had rested his back against the wall, in front of the elder’s room, just waiting for you. And you could swear that you saw him briefly smirking because of the tenderness in your actions.

After closing the last door, you waved your head to urge him to follow you downstairs to the living room. With an exhausted sigh escaping your lips, you let your body fall on the sofa, curling on a side of it to give Bucky some space. You couldn’t help but yawn, turning on the TV by using the control remote.

“It’s good to have a home to come back”.

“Yeah… After all the shitty situations we’ve been through… We deserved a rest, don’t you think?” You replied grabbing a cushion from the floor, using it as a pillow over the armrest. “Sorry, I… I’m deadly tired…”

“Come here, that will hurt when you wake up”.

Bucky didn’t hesitate on beckoning to his arms, taking off his boots heel against heel to place both legs over the coffee table. You didn’t resist, knowing it would be comfier by his way. Sitting up, you lied to the opposite side, being wrapped instantly and snuggled against his warm body. Shameless, you rest your head on his right forearm, practically laying over his lap. But you felt good. You felt like it was a good reward after a long day, rolling down your eyelids and focusing on the caresses in your hair you didn’t know you needed.

For a moment, your mind wandered and fantasized about this last hour being part of your real life. Putting your kids to sleep and then cuddle with your husband till falling asleep. Smell Bucky’s strong and edgy scent. Your hands scratching his back. His fingertips stroking your scalp. Your legs laced (...)

Oh, God, Sam. What did you do?

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It’s a Deal- “What If…” edition.

Summary: Time. Space. Reality. It’s more than a linear path…I am The Writer… Follow me and ponder the question: What if Bucky was the inexperienced/innocent one when Nat introduced him to you?  

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 5.6K

Warnings: one-shot from a complete series, alternate version, smut, 18+, male masturbation, oral sex (male receiving), edging, touch starved Bucky, carefree reader.

A/N: Just having a little fun here!! You can read it as a stand-alone story, but this is a part of the universe from a series of mine (It’s a Deal), an alternate version of the first couple of chapters. If you haven’t, you are welcome to check out the original version, link below. Thank you for reading and editing, @gogolucky13, you rock! You know I’m your Bernie Sanders.

It’s a Deal- Masterlist

When Natasha bursts into your apartment holding up a big cup of coffee - like she’s done many many times before- the first thing that hits her is the smell lingering in the air. It makes her whole face scrunch up. The whole apartment stinks of orgy. Of course. It’s like that with you. A new night a new guy. Or a girl… she realizes when she spots the couple of bras over your couch as she makes her way to your bedroom… Or, of course, both… She shoots an eyebrow high at the sight of the Star Wars boxers hanging around the doorknob.

She would die before touching the damn thing and, because she’s also always up for a little show, she decides to use one of her signature moves to open the door and make herself known in your bedroom. A powerful kick to the wood is enough to have the effect she wanted. Two different tones of screams echo around the room, the high pitched one coming from the dude she notices with amusement.

“Oh, God… sorry, guys,” you mumble with a groggy voice, barely raising your head from the pillow to peek at them through your stretched arm and squinted eyes.

The pair of naked bodies move in a hurry, picking up pieces of clothes from the floor while Natasha stands by the door waiting in her passive yet very menacing demeanor.

“Thanks for last night, though, it was amazing.” You raise your thumb up but remain lying on your stomach, your very naked behind exposed, completely unphased by Natasha’s presence.

Natasha raises a brow and the couple move faster. The guy rushes to put on the Star Wars boxers, his pale skin turning as red as a lobster in front of the Avenger. It’s almost adorable and Natasha almost doesn’t catch the shameless once over and the lustful wink the half-naked girl shoots her while passing towards the way out of your apartment.  

“Good morning, sunshine.” Your voice catches her attention again and she spots you smirking at her from your bed, lifting your head to have a better view of her. 

“Crowded around here, huh?” Walking over to you with a teasing brow raised, she hands you the coffee, which you promptly accept. “Do you even know their names?”

“Of course, I do,” you answer, offended, before taking a sip from the coffee.  “The cute nerdy one is Harry, he has two adorable kids, you’d love them… oh calm your titties, he’s divorced,” you protest when Natasha shoots you a judging glare, “And the sexy one is Amanda, she’s trouble, but I think you’d like her. They both seem to like you quite a bit, as well.” You smirk, raising a feigned innocent gaze from your cup of coffee. “I can hook you up, Widow, just say the word.”

Natasha chooses to ignore the suggestion in favor of letting a huff out, “We - and by we I mean Fury – need you at the debrief room now, there’s some tech we need your take on.” She glances around, trying to find a place she could sit without accidently making contact with any kind of… fluids. Spotting the armchair nearby, she aims a questioning look at you.

You press your lips in a guilty fine line and shrug, “You know what? Sitting down is the new smoking. I think you’re safer standing up.”

“You may be the director of the greatest tech department in the world but you’re gross, you know that right?” Natasha grimaces, crossing her arms in front of her.

“Would you be saying that if I were a guy?” You squint at her.

“Definitely.” Natasha answers with a straight face and you chuckle and nod, showing you know she means it.

“Ugh,” You roll your eyes after putting the coffee on your nightstand and checking the time, “I still have two hours before it’s work time.”

“Oh, yeah… of course. I’m so sorry. Do want me to go and remind Fury of that? I can go, no problem-”

“Alright, just give me a minute,” you cut her off, conceding in a groan, before getting out of your bed, ignoring the teasing smirk on Nat’s face in favor of getting into the bathroom for a quick shower.

“How long will you keep this up, huh?” Natasha asks, bringing her voice up so you can hear her through the loud stream of water.  

 “What?” You shout from inside the bathroom.

“This lifestyle of yours…” Natasha waves a hand around the room, “Don’t you ever want to… I don’t know… settle down for one woman or guy… or something like that?”

The confused expression that shifts your face while you get out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel is almost comical. “Why in the world would I do that?” You head towards your wardrobe, “This is so much fun, no strings attached… just good old exchange of fluids, enjoying one another’s bodies… and the next morning we’re off with our lives.” Ignoring the disapproval look on Natasha, you grin down at her, before pulling your suit off of the hanger.

“I know this might be a good deal for you, but what about the people you bring down here, is this fair with them?” Natasha insists.

“Ok, now listen,” you say in a more serious note while starting to get dressed, “Everyone I hook up with wants the exact same thing I want. They’re here just for the sex just as much as I am…Not once have I taken advantage of anyone, I guarantee you that. I´m not fooling them, they’re not fooling me. It’s a fair deal. Perfect to be honest, pleasant, I mean very pleasant to both sides…” You smirk raising your gaze filled with mischief to her, “If you weren’t like a sister to me we could make a deal and I could show you just how much of a good time I’m providing this people with, it’s almost a public service.”

“Alright, gross, a thousand times gross,” Natasha scrunches her face.

“I know, I regretted it as soon as I heard it coming out of my mouth,” you laugh, now fully clothed and putting on an earring in front of the mirror.  “But seriously, people usually make a big deal about it, but that’s it. Sex is just sex.” You turn towards your high heels, slipping your feet inside them, “It’s fun and a fucking amazing experience to share with someone. And that’s it. Me and the people I spend time with are very sure about that. Don’t worry your pretty little head.” 

“All right, enough... I love you, but philosophy has never been one of your fortes,” Natasha says after glancing at her watch, “Hurry up. I’ve just got here from the mission and still need a shower and at least a nap before going to Bucky’s for breakfast. Let’s go see Fury now.” She commands, waving you over as she walks towards the door.

“Oh, Bucky Barnes?” The peak of interest in your voice behind her doesn’t go unnoticed by Natasha as you rush after her, your heels clicking against the floor, “It’s been a while since I last saw him, how’s he? Still tall, dark and sexy as hell? Single? In an open relationship perhaps?”

“Don’t even think about it,” Natasha warns, already sensing the smirk on your lips without even looking back at you. “He doesn’t work like that… he would never take one of your deals.”

~~~

Natasha says nothing, slowly chewing her bagel while staring at the brooding man before her, who’s cursing at the temperature of his coffee for the third time that morning. A glimpse of the Bucky from before - the one who came here to be a part of the team after his stay in Wakanda - flashes into her mind. The trigging words weren’t there anymore but he was still angry, insecure, quiet, sad… He’s not like that anymore. After some good therapy work and a little help from his new friends, it’s visible that Bucky got to find some peace with his past and his present.

But now… seeing him silent and cranky before her, on the weekly breakfasts they always make sure to find some time for, makes her wonder what the hell is biting on his ass.

“What the hell is biting on your ass? Drink that damn coffee already.” Nat shoots, never one to let what she notices go.

Bucky raises his eyes at her from across the table. “This fucking coffee…” He spits. “Stark may be the genius of everything but he sucks at building coffee machines, I’ll tell you that,  I’m gonna throw it out the window one of these days.”

“Huh…” Nat raises a brow. “Starting the day on the right foot, I see?”

A guttural and frustrated groan slips out of him as he shoves a spoonful of scrambled eggs into his mouth, “I’m just… ugh, everything sucks these days.”

“Is this about Anna?”

Bucky sighs at the name. “No… sort of. I don’t know.” He mumbles, playing with the bacon on his plate as his jaw tightens.

Nat hums. Anna is the woman Bucky has been harboring a huge crush on for a long time now. She’s part of the psychiatrists’ team at SHIELD’s and they met at one of Stark’s parties. Anna is nice, Nat likes her, everyone likes her… the thing is… She doesn’t feel the same about Bucky. She likes him, of course, how could she not. But she’s not romantically interested in him, at least that’s what she’s told him when he became brave enough to ask her out. They’ve remained friends though and Nat’s not sure if that’s a good thing when Bucky clearly still has feelings for her. So yeah… that’s why she guessed his brooding state might have had something to do with her.

“Talk…” Natasha orders, putting down her bagel and brushing away the crumbs from her hands. “It’s been a while since I last saw her in the Tower.”

“We had dinner the other night-“

“Bucky…” Nat rolls her eyes. She really doesn’t think it’s a good idea that they spend time together when he’s attached to her in a way she isn’t to him.

“I know what you think, but that’s not it. I’m ok with being friends with her, if that’s what she’s willing to give me, I’m taking it… but…”

“But?”

He just stares at her for a second, but she can almost see his mind running a thousand miles per hour, as if he’s deciding what he should tell her. She raises her brow higher.

“Goddammit, might as well talk to you, definitely better than Steve or Sam,” he huffs to himself. “I fucking need to get laid,” he spits out in what seems like one single word together, “there it is, you wanted to know what’s up, that’s what’s up, I’m horny as fuck.”

“Huh…” Nat’s eyes widen for a second. Of all the things she thought she would hear, that was definitely not one of them. Out of respect for his clear desperation, she sinks deep down the will to let out a laugh, “And what the hell is holding you back? I bet there’s a line of people who would be willing to help you out. I mean… look at you.”

As Nat knew it would, the compliment in her words brings a red tint to his cheeks. “Oh, ahm, you know…” he trips on his words, brushing a hand behind his neck, “It’s complicated… I… well, you know how I feel about Anna, I’m not ready or even want to get involved with someone else.”

Oh…Suddenly, the conversation she had earlier that very same morning creeps up her mind.  Huh…

“And you know… these things require some sort of dance and a warmup to it. And… if I’m being honest with you.” He clears his throat, “I haven’t danced since 1943,” he admits, his lips tightening.

“What?” Nat chokes on nothing when she catches the meaning behind what’s he’s saying, “Are you fucking serious?”

“Well, sort of… there was this neighbor in Bucharest… it was really sweet, actually, but that was it.” He then stands up a bit taller on his seat and his tone gets a bit defensive, “There wasn’t much time for that while I was trying to get rid of 70 years of an evil brainwashing program and then…” His shoulders and tone drop, “When it was over, I met Anna,” he shrugs.

“Dear God…Oh, man, it’s worse than I thought,” Nat gapes.

“Don’t you think I know that?” Bucky exasperates, “At first I was so focused on getting better and then what I was feeling for Anna, but now I’m fucking climbing up the walls here, Nat. That’s basically all I think about these last few days and where the hell will I find anyone willing to have some sort of agreement like that, just sex, nothing else…” He grinds his teeth, “Just some primitive and raw sex, goddammit”.

Nat’s mind runs a thousand miles per minute. The universe might be onto something here, she thinks.

“I mean…” Bucky continues and then he lowers his voice like kids do when they’re saying something naughty, “I know we can always pay, but-”

“Are you serious about all of that? You really would be up to hooking up with someone just for the sex and nothing else?” Natasha checks, cutting him off and staring deeply into his eyes to ponder his answer.  

“Dead serious.” Is his straight up answer.  

“Ok,” Nat decides, seeing the desperate honesty in his eyes and voice, “I think I have someone perfect for you.” 

“Seriously?” His face brightens, but there’s a skeptical look on it.

“Yeah, but she’s nothing what you would expect from a lady in the 40’s. I’m not sure you’re ready for that.” Nat warns.

“Oh, come on,” he protests, “I’m not that old fashioned… I’ve seen stuff.”

“Oh, really? Where?” Nat raises a challenging chin.

He shrugs, before almost whispering, “The internet.”

“Oh God, I’ll regret this sooner than I think… I can tell.”

~~~

When Natasha asked him where he wanted to first meet with you, he mentioned a restaurant. As straight forward as his intentions were, the 40’s in him didn’t feel good about the idea of taking a lady to bed without at least paying for her dinner first.

And now, having you there in front of him across the table, your attention apparently focused on the menu hiding your face, a public place is the last place he wanted to be. And that’s because ever since you laid eyes on each other you seem like you’ve been reading his mind and haven’t stopped teasing him ever since. In the most delicious way, he might say. That or he’s more desperate than he thought he was, because the tone of your voice and every move of you, of your hands, and lips, and eyes and fucking legs seem to be programmed to make him lose control and jump you right there over the table.

He takes in a deep breath. Calm down, Barnes. As much as Nat guaranteed you would be there with the same intentions as his, you are still a lady and he doesn’t want to come out as some sort of perv who can’t wait until at least after dinner before getting you naked. Damn, his ma would whoop his ass so hard if she got a glimpse of his mind right now.

You’ve been a delight so far. Making conversation – with the sexiest voice he’s ever heard- in such a natural and spontaneous way. He’s not sure what Natasha had told you beforehand exactly, but not for a second you’ve made him feel embarrassed by any means and the itch inside him only grows…    

“Hmmm,” The sound coming out of your lips purrs into his ears and it hits straight to his buddy down there as he keeps his eyes on the menu, “So many delicious treats…Can’t figure out what I want…” You slowly lift your gaze to meet his and he doesn’t know if it’s his horniness speaking but all he sees there is a mischievous dark shade, “Too bad there isn’t some Super Soldier juice on the menu. Guess I’ll have to wait a bit to get what I really want.” Smirking at your own pun, you dart your tongue out to wet your lips and that’s it.

“Let’s get the hell out of here.” It comes out of him without giving him the chance to think twice.

“Your place or mine?” You shut the menu immediately.

~~~

“Huh, I don’t know what Nat told you, I-“

“She told me enough.” Your voice is low and sultry as you slowly step towards him in his living room. A small smirk curls your lips.

“Ahm.. I…” The words slip out of his brain as you come closer, your warmth drifting to him.

“Don’t worry…” You smile, face inches from his, and you would look like an innocent angel, if only your hand wasn’t wandering his chest and reaching dangerously lower.

Bucky sucks in a harsh breath when your adventurous hand cups his covered cock unannounced.

“Hmmm, so hard already… you’re turning me on so much…” You whisper against the skin of his neck.

Bucky’s eyes shut… He is speechless. Utterly and completely taken aback by your boldness. And he’s also so goddamn aroused. He’s hard alright. Painfully. Harder than he’s ever been, he dares to say. He doesn’t know if it’s how deprived he was from the touch of a woman, or just how much you’re clearly into this and how you take the lead so easily, but having you there, doing nothing but boldly palming his cock, has turned him into a hard panting mess.

“Here’s what we’re going to do.” Your lips brush his jaw as you speak, “I’m gonna make you come now.  Shake the edge off and then we can take our sweet time together. Is that alright with you?” You take your hand from his aching cock to play with his belt.

As you do so, Bucky’s hips automatically thrust against nothing, seeking your touch again. A strange and pretty embarrassing whine slips out of his lips.

Apparently, that is the exact answer you’re looking for, because you chuckle and hurry to unfasten his belt.

Bucky simply can’t help himself and, as you work on his pants, he seeks out your lips. You respond immediately by licking him and twirling your tongue against his in a luscious way. Fuck… he’s not used to women kissing like that or talking like that, or grabbing his cock like that. This is definitely not the 40’s anymore…  but he lets you lead him on because he’s fucking hard, and you’re making him harder by the second. Your touch on him is overwhelming  and, at the same time, he finds himself wanting more and more.

You break the kiss and, pulling down his pants and underwear just enough, you finally hold his cock without any barriers with your other hand. Bucky takes in a deep breath. He knows if he doesn’t try to establish some sort of self-control, he’s gonna come right there and then.

“Holy shitballs,” the strange and impressed curse slips out in a whisper from you as you look down at his cock. Your eyes snap up to his and there’s something devilish in them, “Oh, this is gonna be fun.” You smirk, eyes widening for a second.

Breathless, Bucky smiles down at you. Pride filling up his chest at your reaction to his girth, making him twitch in your hand, “Oooh, praise kink, huh?” You wink.

Bucky gives you a shy smile, but has no time to respond because you bring the palm of your hand to his mouth and, acting with an instinct he didn’t remember that lived in him, he sticks out his tongue and licks your hand, coating it with his saliva.

You bring your hand back to his cock and your lips meet his neck while you give it a lengthy pump. The saliva provides the necessary lubrication to make it almost unbearable for Bucky to hold back a long moan.

And that’s what he does. He moans, and cries, and grunts and breathes. He lets out sounds he has never heard from him before as you fist his cock, squeezing just the perfect amount between pumps, rolling your thumb over the sensitive tip.

His flesh hand finds one of your breasts through your dress and he loves the appreciative humming sound that comes out of your lips before you drag them to his mouth.

You kiss him hungrily while your hand speeds up around his cock. He grunts around your tongue. As he knew it would, it doesn’t take long for him to feel his climax coming. It all turns into a big cloud of pleasure all over his body: the sweet taste of your lips, the feel of your breast in his hand and the fact that you jerk him off better than he ever could.

He parts from your lips and, with his eyes shut tight, he lets out a shaky moan, struggling to keep himself standing while he comes all over your hand, pulling you tight to his chest as he does so.

After some sense comes back to him, finally getting a release to the need that had been driving him insane, he peeks down between the two of you, spotting the incredible mess he’s made on your hands and also your dress. He doesn’t remember ever spilling so much...

When he sheepishly looks back to your face he has all the intention to apologize, but the look in your eyes has nothing of anger or annoyance. Your pupils are dark with bewilderment and lust, and fuck if he doesn’t feel himself getting hard again already. 

He catches you with ease when you jump on him and, next thing he knows, you two are completely naked and you’re on top of him on his bed.

Straddling his hips, you straighten your back and Bucky takes a moment to regard your naked body. Goddamn…

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes, mesmerized by the fact of having such a gorgeous woman on top of him after so long.  

You smile down, “Thank you, you’re not so bad yourself.” Your hands explore his chest, gliding against the muscles there and traveling up his arms, “Not bad at all, huh huh…” You bite your lip.

Bucky shuts his eyes, relishing at the light feel of your fingers against his skin. It’s light but sets a raging fire into him. You roll your hips against his cock and he grunts at the brief feel of your heat and wetness against him.

“This cock…” you say before humming your appreciation. “I can’t fucking wait to taste that super soldier juice…”

Bucky’s eyes open and widen at your smirking face.

“Is that ok with you, Bucky?” You lean down, peppering kisses down his chest to his stomach, your eyes meeting his from beneath your lashes, “Can I please suck your cock?”  

Can she please… Bucky’s mind races in the same rhythm of his heart as he stares down at you, sporting that same innocent and angelic look from before while doing not so innocent things with your mouth against his abs. No woman had ever asked him that. Some have performed that on him, of course, but they never seemed to be so keen about doing it like you do. Damn…

“Are you sure? You don’t have-“ he starts but lets out a loud and incomprehensible sound when you don’t wait for his answer and wrap your mouth around his cock, holding its base with your hand. “Fuck… whatever you want…”

He sounds pathetic, he knows, but he couldn’t care less when the little chuckle of yours vibrates against his cock which is engulfed by your hot, soft mouth.  You hollow your cheeks and suck him harder before releasing his dick with a pop. Bucky is in a complete daze as you pepper sloppy kisses all over his length, brushing your lips on his tip to smear them with the pre-cum gathering there. Fuck… his hips thrust up and you’re quick to wrap your mouth around his cock again.

It’s hard to breathe or to think as you work your lips and tongue on him in such a delicious way, the naughty slurping sounds filling the room. Bucky brings a hand to his forehead, not caring about suppressing the strangled noises coming out of him. Shit, you know exactly what you’re doing and you’ll drive him nuts, he’s getting closer and closer to his finish again and all there’s on his mind is how much he wants to come all over your sweet and soft mouth.

He gasps and his head snaps to look down so he can see you, “Fuck… fuck…” he can’t help but whisper, breathlessly, fisting the sheets with incredible force. He won’t last, he knows that.

Not willing to give him the tiniest break, you wrap your mouth around his cock with fervor and if he thought you were holding back on him, now you manage to blank his mind with the way you quickly suck and jerk him, like you’re sharing the same utter desire as him.

Completely taken by the pleasure he’s feeling, Bucky brings a hand to your head, his hips moving in sync with your mouth, thrusting fast and deep, almost losing it at the muffled but sweet sounds you make along with him. He goes deep, fast, and so do you.

 “Fuck, I’m gonna -,” he warns with a voice strange to his ears and - to his absolute despair -  you pull your mouth away from him. “Huh?” He looks down at you and, by the amused look on your face, he knows he looks as ravished as he feels.

You wrap your hand around his pulsing cock again, giving it leisured pumps, which is too much and too little at the same time, making Bucky choke on his breath.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get there,” you say, as if trying to reassure him, but the little smile on your lips is what gets him and he knows he’s in for a ride with you.

Without further warnings your lips are on him again. He moans at the wet warmth that engulfs his cock and, not wanting to miss the view, he leans on his forearms to watch you. You have your naked ass perked up in the air and your head between his bent legs, and, fuck… enjoying yourself while doing incredible and unbelievable things with your mouth.

“Hummm,” the vibrations coming from your throat makes his whole body tremble and you pepper some sweet kisses on his angry tip before diving in again with renewed hunger.

Bucky is a mess. You suck and lick and properly fuck your own mouth with his cock. His whole body reacts to the sensations, and Bucky is louder than he’s ever been, moaning shamelessly at the insane pleasure you’re giving him.  

You swirl your tongue around his tip and he’s there. He’s almost there… his head falls back and he twists the sheets with his fingers, his hips moving fast while unashamedly thrusting his cock in your mouth and he’s there, almost-

“What the-?” he groans, his head snapping to you to see your malicious smirk, depriving him from your contact just when he was almost reaching his climax once again.  

He’s about to protest about the lack of action but his mouth shuts when you hold the base of his cock and your face disappears further down between his legs. The sudden but soft lick on his balls blanks his mind and his eyes shut, his lips parting in a silent oh. 

“Oh, shit,” he curses between harsh breaths when you replace your tongue with your mouth, sucking his balls with the same hungry desire you’ve been sucking his cock. That he’s definitely sure that no one has ever done to him and goddamn, he’s in heaven.  

You keep fisting him and his eyes shut when it’s there again, that tight knot twisting his insides, the desperate need of release, to soak your mouth, face and hand with his pleasure.

“Oh, shit, I’m gonna cum- oh fuck!” he shouts when you pull back. He shoots a look that he’s sure is nothing but pitiful at you, but you don’t deprive him for long as your lips are on his cock again, humming at his taste once more.

Your skilled lips go back on doing wonders, coaxing shocks of pleasure in his core, your head bobbing fast and sloppy, up and down, up and down. Slurping sounds mixing with his desperate moans.  He can’t take his eyes off of you, he just can’t… and he wants to come so badly.

But you’re in the mood to torture him. A sweet and maddening torment as you bring him to the edge and stop, alternating to use your hand and to suck his cock, his balls, his inner thighs…

At some point, when Bucky’s already surrendered to your power, to your sweet and tormenting tongue, he spots you bringing your hand to between your own legs.  He watches, completely speechless, as your mouth doesn’t stop the work on his cock and you start touching yourself.  

His skin burns and all the air isn’t enough to fill up his lungs at the vision of you moving your hand and pleasuring yourself while sucking his cock. You’re getting yourself off and he’s sure he’s never seen or felt anything so hot in his whole life. He just wishes he could be the one touching you, feeling how wet and hot you are for him but, fuck, he can’t, he’s in too deep in his own little paradise and he’s body is not his anymore. Right now it belongs to you, and your mouth, and the little humming sounds of pleasure you make against him.

With everything you’re doing to him and the fact he’s been on the edge for a while, it’s more than he can handle and this time it comes unannounced. As he moves to pull you away, you sink his cock further in your mouth, pushing him back by the stomach and that’s how Bucky reaches the second orgasm of the night. Intense, mind-blowing and fucking perfect orgasm. He moans, deeply and repeatedly, spilling strong spurs of climax deep down your mouth and throat.

Incoherent sounds he never knew he was able to produce slip out of him as strong spirals of pleasure burst from his cock, rushing up his spine and down his legs, turning him into a trembling loud mess, completely at the mercy of the buzzing ecstasy invading all of his senses.  

He remains under the effect of the powerful and insanely pleasurable sensation, the aftershocks jerking his body and turning his mind into a total blankness as you slowly and gently suck and lick him clean, making little humming sounds that only add to his utter state of bliss.

From his blurry vision, he spots your arm jerking even faster and you rest your head on his thigh. With eyes closed and biting your sinful and swollen lips, you grunt your own release, your back moving in waves with your orgasm.

You both stay like that for a while. He sprawled on his bed relishing in the paradise creeping up all of his body, while you rest against his thigh. Bucky’s trying to calm down his breathing and, to his own bafflement, he’s completely and thoroughly spent. He knows his stamina is better than that and on any other night maybe he would be jumping on you right now. But he just can’t move, relishing in the wonderful state of bliss you just gave him…  the pent up energy completely drained by the two outstanding orgasms you have given him that night.

He feels his eyes fluttering, fighting against sleep, and in a blur, he spots you getting up and moving around, not fully registering what you’re doing.

“Did you have fun?” You get closer to him, bending over the side of his bed and he sees that, somehow, you’re fully dressed again.

A lazy but fulfilled smile spreads on his face “Oh, yeah…I’m fabulous.” His heavy eyes drop. He realizes he’s incredibly satisfied and didn’t even get to the fucking part per se, “Hey, are you-”

“Shhh, don’t worry...I had an amazing time, tonight,” Your voice is gentle and soft, grinning back at him almost like an angel. 

Bucky’s not sure what to think, his mind is telling him to fuck every little hole of you right now, but he’s not sure he would have the energy to do anything else, no matter how enticing the thought sounds. 

“I’m gonna go now. You rest now and whenever you need me, will you call me?” You ask, a suggestive look on your face.

“Fuck yeah.” He breathes out, trying to keep his eyes open. “You’re…amazing…” he adds, not being able to find much in his brain to express how good you made him feel and how stunned he is.

You chuckle at his answer, “Deal?” You lean over his earlobe and bite softly on it, making him sigh deeply.

“Oh, yeah, it’s a deal alright,” he murmurs back, nodding slowly before dozing off with the lazy smile still splattered on his face.

~~~

The End.

[kiriiqt]

take a hint, thoma!

characters: thoma x reader

requested by: @simp-lyzity​

a/n: i set it in a modern au to mix things up because my writers block is insane at the moment. I also removed Ayaka from the equation because having both siblings there felt very forced. let me know if y’all want me to write a part two or try a version with Ayaka.

warnings: everyone is ooc, cursing, no ayaka :(, one mention of vomit, tartaglia slander.

If you had been asked to describe Thoma 4 months ago, ‘oblivious’ would not be the word you’d have used.

But since then, college started up again, allowing your little crush from freshman year to go into full bloom. And with it came the realization that Thoma was, arguably, the second most clueless guy on this side of Teyvat, a strong competitor to poor Chongyun - archons bless him. Then again, Chongyun at least realized what people meant when they said “it’s a date then”, leaving him a flustered and anxious mess. Thoma, on the other hand?

“Yep, a date!”

“See you friday then”

“Study date? That’s cute haha, sure!”

If hair treatments weren’t so expensive, you’d be ripping yours out on the daily. And you were sure Ayaka and Ayato would as well, more so Ayaka, because Ayato seemed to be getting plenty of entertainment out of your misery (as he oh so nicely informed you one morning). So after a few weeks of Thoma missing more hints than Ajax misses shots in a basketball game, you decided that if he was going to be that clueless, you would be just as shameless. It started simple; you’d make an extra cup of matcha and bring it to college on the mornings where your paths usually crossed. It became common for you to carry his favorite snacks around. Thoma always seemed to forget to bring a grid notebook, how convenient that you just so happened to have one with you, every single day. You’d accompany him to the store, heck, you’d even offer to get his groceries for him sometimes, much to his relief (and Ayato’s amusement, although Ayaka took pity on you and restricted him from adding obscure stuff to the shopping list). Your affection amped up and to your amazement he welcomed it - but that amazement quickly turned to pure disappointment when you realized that his affections were all friendly.

Nothing seemed to work. Thoma was eternally grateful whenever you even offered him a pencil, but at no point did he realize what your intentions were. Not even when you ate Ayato’s odd food concoctions to spare Thoma’s stomach (if that didn’t warrant a marriage proposal, you don’t know what would). Around november, exactly 2 months after these shenanigans started, you began to wonder if maybe you had missed the hint. Maybe Thoma was trying to let you down gently this entire time. Maybe your persistence made him uncomfortable.

It was when this occurred to you, and you dialed back your affections, that Ayato began to get concerned. He couldn’t get a word out of you; you’d send him off with a sneer and an oddly specific threat, as you had always done, but your ever so confident behavior was missing. It was like watching a balloon slowly deflate.  

Eventually, the cotton candy haired shithead, as you lovingly called him at least once a day, took pity on you.

╰┈➤ *ੈ✩‧₊˚

Thoma was on high alert when Ayato had beckoned him into the dining room and placed a bowl full of…something akin to udon soup in front of him. He brushed off Thoma’s questions with a wave of his hand and explained that he just so felt like cooking that evening, and how awful it was that Thoma wouldn’t trust him to cook a simple meal once in a while... Thoma blocked out his friends’ theatrics and glanced at the bowl again. There was absolutely nothing unsuspicious about this situation; he was sure that Ayato had some sort of agenda, but he couldn’t think of what.

He gathered some udon on his chopsticks, while inhaling the steam - the aroma seemed normal (for once). It wouldn’t hurt to try.

He mentally rolled his eyes once he realized how unnecessarily dramatic he was being; Ayato wasn’t a great cook, but he would never poison his friend (or anyone, for that matter, though Thoma suspected that to be false). The udon was shoved into his mouth, and he was pleasantly surprised by how balanced the taste was; it seemed like Ayato had added a bit too much sugar to the broth, but that was nothing compared to his usual fuck-ups.

“You look like I’m holding you at gunpoint, Thoma”

Said blond let out a nervous laugh. Ayato would have been less intimidating with a gun in that moment.

“Well, you usually only give me food when there’s something you want or when you, uhm…”

Ayato looked at him expectedly, though the smile on his face suggested that he knew what Thoma was referring to.

“When you... experiment, I guess!”

He was suddenly very grateful for the noodles, because it offered an escape from Ayato’s piercing gaze. Said man let out a chuckle, leaving them both in silence while Thoma gathered more noodles on his chopsticks, chewing them slowly. Ayato cleared his throat.

“So, how are you and y/n doing? Have you asked them out yet?”

To say that Thoma’s life flashed before his eyes would not be an understatement; either due to the panic taking over his body, or the fact that he was too busy trying not to choke to see through Ayato’s scheme. His friend let him finish coughing, smiling at him through closed eyes, while Thoma composed himself.

“Asked them out? What do you mean - we’re not together!”

“Yes, I realized that, which is why I’m wondering when you’ll finally stop acting like two nervous high schoolers in a shoujo manga.”

Thoma gave him a perplexed look.

“Am I supposed to take your silence as you telling me that you don’t like y/n? What a shame… guess I’ll have to let the other guy know that they’re available…” He feigned disappointment, while suppressing the smug look that was forcing its way onto his face when Thoma registered what he said. It wasn’t a lie, mind you - a lot of people approached your closest friends, asking them to set you guys up - though Ayato usually intimidated them too much to even try.

Of course, Thoma didn’t need to know that.

“The other guy? Which guy?” Poor Thoma was clearly trying to sound nonchalant but he was failing miserably. The panic was clear on his face; Had he missed the opportunity to ask you out? Had he done something to piss you off? You had been kind of distant for the past week or two…

A part of Ayato was tempted to just put his friend out of his very obvious misery, but seeing Thoma fumble over his words while inhaling a dish he clearly didn’t trust to be normal, was more entertaining than anything he had seen that week (and so far, he had seen another one of Ajax’ attempts at basketball). So Ayato let his dear friend suffer for a bit longer.

“Why the sudden interest? If you don’t like y/n, why do you suddenly seem in such a rush to find out?” “You know it’s not like that-”

“Well then why should I tell you? Wouldn’t it be quite rude for me to disclose details about y/n’s love life without asking them? And the guy seemed so nervous too… it would really just be awful for me to talk about him behind his back.”  Oh Thoma, I wish you could see your own face right now…it’s too bad that he would call my bluff if I pulled out my phone to take a picture.

“They’re my close friend too, I’m allowed to be curious-” “Then why don’t you ask them about it?”

Thoma’s eyes went wide as he tried to flip through the many excuses swimming around in his head; somewhere, some part of him knew that he couldn’t win against Ayato in…whatever this was. That reminded him; why was this brought up in the first place? He had a lot more questions, but those were the only words that slipped past his lips, because he knew Ayato could, and would, take apart every single thing he said to use as ammunition.

“How about you answer my question first? Why don’t you just ask y/n about it?” “That would just be…awkward, alright? Not all of us are completely shameless-” Thoma stopped himself, realizing he was starting to get a bit too defensive. He gave Ayato a worried look, an apology of sorts, but his friend just smiled.

“I’m going to pretend you don’t have a dire need for learning better comebacks. Now, do you want to guess why I even asked you this to begin with?”

Oh, Thoma had a lot of guesses, and most of them spelled disaster in his mind. Had he been too obvious? Y/n and Ayato were pretty close, maybe y/n had complained about Thoma to Ayato? Was y/n already with someone else? Were y/n and Ayato dating?!

The last thought nearly had him knocking the air out of his own lungs, because despite being great friends, Ayato was the last person Thoma would want to get into a crossfire with due to a hopeless crush of all things.

“Oh calm down, if you even brought up the idea of dating me to y/n, you’d probably get vomit on your shoes. Are there no rational braincells left in you?”

Great friends can read each other's minds, it seems…well, that would only apply to Ayato in that case.

Who, unbeknownst to Thoma, was giving up completely. He had had his fun - but his friend was clearly not taking the hint, so much to Ayato’s dismay, and for your sake, he had to get down to business.

“Archons - Thoma, y/n has a crush on you, and while it’s extremely funny to see them frustrated because of how fucking clueless you can be, it’s not funny to see them walk around looking like a kicked puppy for the same reason.”

Shock was fully displayed on Thoma’s face at Ayato’s sudden change in character, along with the revelation that you liked him, leading the other to sigh when the blond remained quiet.

“Get. It. Together. I did scare the other guy away - ” 

Thoma gave him a disapproving look, because scaring someone away could mean a lot of things in Ayato’s case, but he didn’t interrupt. 

“ - get that look off your face, it’s my job. Anyway, I did scare him away, but not everyone is that nervous about asking someone out. So get to it.”

Thoma still looked…doubtful. Maybe Ayato’s words came across harsher than intended - they were out of concern for the both of you, after all. He wiped the smirk off his face, as his features settled into a softer expression.

“Thoma. It’s insufferable how much y/n likes you. Haven’t you noticed how differently they treat you?” “Not really…they’re nice to me of course, but they’re like that with most of their friends.”

Ayato let out the most dramatic sigh he could muster, rolling his eyes and leaning back in his chair with a pointed glare. “Oh please, the last time y/n brought a drink for me at school was when i had a cold and refused to stay home. For the record, they don’t need a grid notebook on mondays either - they bring one because you forget to. You’re truly spoiled, I'm sensing favoritism here…”

A small smile broke out on Thoma’s face; he could tell when Ayato was being truly genuine. And despite the last comment seeming dramatic, that was just Ayato’s theatrics. He let out a laugh.

“I’m really stupid, aren’t I?”

“Well, can’t argue when you use logic for once…” Ayato smiled and finally picked up his own chopsticks. Much to his surprise, Thoma hadn’t accidentally taken a bite out of the chili he snuck into his food…

…It didn’t take long for him to realize that he had accidentally swapped the bowls. Thank fuck for his own spice tolerance. You definitely owed him now. Big time.

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EXTRA

“Wait…you read shoujo manga?” Thoma suddenly questioned, and you turned your head to give the two a funny look.

Ayato nearly spat out his milk tea. Where the hell was this coming from? In his own opinion, he’d be less likely to read shoujo than Diluc (Thoma didn’t have the heart to tell him that literally no one would agree with that).

He quickly composed himself - they were on campus and he’d be damned before he let certain people see him make a fool of himself.

“No, where did that come from?” “Well, back when you were giving me that lecture you compared y/n and i to highschoolers in a shoujo manga, so I was just wondering…” “Thoma, I have a younger sister-” “A younger sister who doesn’t seem to have any manga on her shelves?” You interrupted him, a smirk breaking out on your face.

“And have you considered what she has in all those boxes in her closet?” He shot back.

“Well what do you have in yours?”

“Nothing of your interest, that’s for sure”

Neither you nor Thoma seemed to believe him. Ayato glared at the both of you.

“Thoma, you got the house keys, right?” He smiled.

“I believe I do, yes”

The keys fell into your hand with a small jingle, and you kissed his cheek with a ‘thank you’

“Y/n. Don’t you dare go through my closet.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll go through the rest of your room first!” You set off, leaving a laughing Thoma and a perplexed Ayato, who stood as if he was nailed to the ground.

(My head canon is that in a modern au, Ayato used to read a lot of manga when he was in his early teens, which is a rare source of embarrassment for him)

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Inumaki Toge x reader

Requested with prompt 8 from "The Opposite of Writer's Block": I vote we make today a pyjama day!

This took a turn in a direction I was not expecting, but hey, who am I to argue with the inspiration? haha.

'I vote we make today a pyjama day!' (Y/N) declared over breakfast, consequently, in their pyjamas. 'There is no way I'm putting a damn uniform on right now.'

'What time did you even get back last night? You can be in bed you know?' Maki's eyes widened at the sight of her classmate, and the dark circles they were wearing.

(Y/N) had been in high demand lately, taking on missions further and further from home, and since they had nowhere but the school to call home, there were many hours of travel between them and home.

'Last night? I think you mean this morning.' Snorted the 1st grade, picking at breakfast. 'Ishiji made me eat on the drive over, he's such a mother hen.'

'For wanting to keep you alive? No offense (Y/N) but you look like crap.' Panda placed a paw on their shoulder, getting a good look at the bags under their eyes. 'You should be in bed, why'd you even get up?'

'Tuna tuna!' Toge agreed.

Running a hand sheepishly through their hair, the sleep deprived sorcerer pulls on a smile. 'I didn't...I didn't want to be lazy.'

'Lazy?!'

'Alright, that's it. Toge, deal with it.'

'Say what?'

Before (Y/N) could bat an eye, Toge had unzipped his collar and leaned over, breathing a single word into their ear so no one else could hear.

'Come.'

They were on their feet and obediently trailing him out of the room, and for once, they didn't try and fight his curse. They're exhausted, and by now everyone can see it, so they resign themselves to allowing Toge to lead them to their own bed.

'You didn't have to use the curse on me, you know? I'd follow you anywhere, for the view if nothing else.'

Toge rolled his eyes, holding the door open for them even as his cheeks turned pink. (Y/N)'s got a habit of being a shameless flirt at all hours of the day, it used to be a general thing, these days, it's rather focused on Toge.

(Y/N) chuckled and flopped boneless onto their bed, scooting pointedly to one side, arms open. 'You coming?'

'Salmon, bonito flakes.'

(Y/N) pouted, curling up around their pillow. They know he's right, he's got class to go to and no excuse to skip it, still...

'I don't want to be alone right now.'

Toge's eyes softened, and what little resolve he had quickly melted as he kicked the door shut without a second though, towing off his shoes to sit on the edge of their bed, sinking his fingers into their silken tresses.

'Kelp.'

'I am not needy, just...don't go, okay? I missed you.'

It's been like this for years, almost since they met, Toge and (Y/N) have been close, leaned on each other through the complete clusterfuck that is living as a Jujutsu sorcerer.

It's toed a very fine line for ages, one neither of them has dared to cross for one reason or another.

Both know the feelings are there, both know that they're mutual, now, they wait for one of them to get sick of waiting.

(Y/N) whines for him to be closer, and Toge obliges, laying down to face them. The space between their bodies feels tiny, and yet it's a chasm neither of them dares reach across.

(Y/N) with their hands cradled to their chest, content to let exhaustion take them, safe in his presence, face rosy, hair dishevelled, dressed in their pyjamas and fluffy socks.

They're so close he can smell their shampoo, feel the warmth of their body, ache for it against his skin, and it's at that moment, that Toge gets tired of waiting.

His hand moves on its own, cupping their cheek, rousing them from barely asleep just in time to gasp as his lips plunged into their, soft, warm, charged with anticipation and desire as all hell breaks loose in their chest.

Kissing comes as naturally as breathing when it comes to him, it's all they can do to relax into him, hands on his chest, tangling in his hair, pulling him closer until the very thought of that chasm between them is gone from their minds.

His lips feel like home, his tongue feels like bliss and all coherent thought is thrown out of the window as he hands hold fast to their waist, and for just a moment, (Y/N) can fantasize that he'll never need to let go.

Toge pulls away only because breathing is a necessity, but he doesn't get to go far as (Y/N) hauls him right back in again, and again, their greed for him feels endless, and it takes everything in him to pull away at all.

When he does, (Y/N) presses their foreheads together, breaths mingling in the tiny space between them as both gasp for air.

'You kissed me...'

'Tuna mayo.'

'Yes I know I kissed you too but-you kissed me first!'

Toge shrugged, shuffling around until he could nuzzle into their collarbone, hiding his face in their chest. 'Kelp.'

(Y/N) giggled, running their fingers through his hair. 'It was about time one of us did it, huh? Thank you.'

'Rice, salmon.'

'Fine, I'll shut up...but Toge? I love you.'

[mirajaneswritingshenanigans]

So, This is Love? Part Two

Fandom(s): Vincenzo Series

Pairing(s): Jang Han-seo x Paralegal!Reader

Summary: Han-seo is shown that not every touch is violent. Not every person sees his existence as an inconvenience. Some relationships and friendships don't have an ulterior motive. For once he FINALLY experiences love without harm, without judgment. Question is, will this feeling be cut short?

Disclaimer: I do not own any character mentioned in the work. Every character belongs to the writers, producers, and directors of Vincenzo. I am simply borrowing them for the piece of art.

A/N: Y/N-Your Name. Screw Canon it didn't happen. Han-seo lives! FIGHT ME! 🤣 Dr. Ji-song was made up, he is not a Canon character. ✨️✨️✨️-When these appear, it's a time skip.

Warning(s): Depictions of violence, scene changes, Netflix subtitle translation used, out of character moments?

Word Count: 7,437

Chapter Six: Babel Tower Discussion

“Remind me again why I’m here with you and Cha-young, instead of out there like everyone else?” You asked as you sat on the couch. Cha-young was standing by the window of the room glancing through paperwork. “Because I am fully aware of the friendship that you share with Han-seo. I don’t want to take the risk of either one of you accidentally blowing your cover. There’s also a high chance that Jun-woo is fully aware of your friendship as well. That alone could make him suspicious of everything.” Vincenzo stated. Cha-young nodded her head in agreement with him. “Makes sense.” You said softly. 

“The approval process for Babel Tower is ridiculous no matter how I look at it.” Cha-young said as she walked to sit next to you on the couch. “It’s not just ridiculous it’s nothing more than a doodle on the wall.” Vincenzo stated. He offered a drink to Cha-young, when she refused he offered it to you. You gestured that you didn’t want it.

“Once Mr. Nam is done looking over the Guillotine file, we’ll find more ridiculous stuff.” Cha-young said as she turned the page of the papers she was holding. You were sitting quietly next to her, listening intently. “Since we’ll be bringing down the tower, it’ll be much better to bury more trash under it.” You glanced over to Vincenzo as he spoke. “What’s going to happen to Han-seo?” You asked suddenly, without thinking twice. “We’ll discuss that later.” Vincenzo replied. Cha-young looked between Vincenzo and you. Sensing that there may be more to your question than you’d be willing to voice.

✨✨✨

“Everyone stay calm and man your posts. Don’t let anyone in.” You heard Vincenzo speak into a walkie. “Yes, Mr. Consigliere.” You smiled when you recognized Mr. An’s voice over the walkie. Vincenzo had set up a tablet in front of you, Cha-young, and himself. The tablet displayed what was going on in the conference room. Seeing Han-seo opening the conference made you nervous. You rolled your eyes when you saw Jun-woo stand to make announcements.

“He’s loving it.” Cha-young said. “These men are unbelievable. They’re shameless. How could they be so shameless?” Cha-young turned her attention to Vincenzo. “People can’t control their greed. Only thing bigger than greed… is just bigger greed.” You sat quietly next to them as they spoke. Intently watching the screen, trying to figure out what was about to happen, and hoping it wouldn’t harm Han-seo.

“Now, the real fun begins.” Vincenzo leaned forward as someone pushed the cake into view on screen. Of course Han-seo tried to stop the man but got pushed aside instead. “Do you think he’ll be convincing?” You asked Vincenzo. “We’ll see.” Was all he replied with. You turned your attention back to the screen. Watching intently as the man announced that he had a bomb. If you hadn’t watched the device get strapped to him earlier, you wouldn’t have believed that it wasn’t a real bomb.

“That’s a nice start.” Cha-young said to him. Your heart began to race as some people began to point out that the bomb was fake. Suddenly, the bomb had gone off, killing the man wearing the device. You weren’t sure how to feel about that, considering that he was involved in Hong Yu-chan’s murder. “Is he really dead?” You glanced over at Cha-young as she spoke to Vincenzo. “Remember what I told you? That when it was time, I would let you throw the hunting dogs that killed your dad to the lion’s den. I was going to let you push the button but I figured I should do it instead.” Vincenzo said. “I see.” Cha-young stood up from the couch. You had to lean back to let her by. “Did you change your mind?” “No, I didn’t. They should pay for what they did.” After a moment Cha-young sat back down, in between you and Vincenzo. The three of you continued to watch the screen.

Now it was Mi-ri’s turn to mess with everyone. She was sending out texts about the bomb and what to do if they wanted to live. No one in that room was aware it was Mi-ri, thanks to her computer hacking skills. You hated to admit that you found it quite pleasing to see Jun-woo freak out the way he had been. You felt he deserved it, after everything he had been putting Han-seo through.

✨✨✨

“Is that all?” You had asked when the “bomb” had gone off. “Yes.” Vincenzo replied. He and Cha-young stood from the couch. He went to leaning against a window, Cha-young went to make drinks. She walked over and handed a glass to him. “Thanks. We won even without moving our bishop.” He stated as he adjusted his tie. “Getting what we wanted was easier than I thought.” “The second party will be much grander and crazier than this.” “I’ll handle the second party.” Cha-young clinked her glass with his as she finished speaking. You sat quietly on the couch letting everything that had just happened sink in. “I’ll head out first.” You suddenly announced when you stood. “Be careful.” Cha-young said as you walked out of the room.

✨✨✨

The next day everyone gathered at the restaurant. Vincenzo was telling everyone that it was their turn to go out and fight. Him and Cha-young were giving tips on how to do it, when they pointed out that they didn’t know how. You listened intently to the words everyone was saying. After everything was said and done they all went off to do the tasks they were given. You had decided to go back to the law firm office. You weren’t given a task like the others, however you didn’t mind that.

You were lost in your own world until you heard Mr. Nam speak up. “Mr. Cassano, Ms. Hong. I analyzed everything related to Babel from the Guillotine file. Do you know the keyword that comes up the most?” Mr. Nam turned to them as he spoke. “Bribery or sex scandals?” Cha-young asked.

“Wrong.” “It’s got to be real estate.” Vincenzo stated. “How did you know?” Mr. Nam asked. “We’re in Korea.” “That’s right. To be precise, it’s IUDC.” “IUDC? What’s IUDC?” Vincenzo asked, moving from his desk to the table. “Innovative Urban Development Incorporation.” Mr. Nam replied. “They develop and provide real estate for building new cities.” Cha-young chimed in. “You get it, right?” Mr. Nam asked. For a moment you felt confused listening to them talk.

“As expected, the main industry of the Korean cartels is real estate.” Vincenzo said. “IUDC is involved in every process. Babel and IUDC were already in on it together.” Mr. Nam pointed out. “The insiders and the people who colluded with them must’ve made a fortune by buying land around Babel Tower.” Cha-young looked to Vincenzo as she spoke. “You know, the forerunner of the presidential election, Park Seung-jun?” Mr. Nam asked. “He acquired some land around the plaza using certain loopholes five years ago. His brother-in-law is the head of IUDC.” “Well, that’s something that I didn’t know.” You said. “His brother-in-law?” Vincenzo asked. “Yes.” “Maybe we shouldn’t have opened the Guillotine file. It’s the root of our frustration. We keep finding more corruption… When Babel is our only target.” Cha-young went off on a tangent. “Is Babel really our only target?” You directed your question towards Vincenzo. “I know what you’re asking. Yes, Babel is the target, and so is Jun-woo and his goons only. No need to worry.” He smiled softly as he spoke to you. He knew you were asking him about Han-seo’s safety. Mr. Nam and Cha-young gave you a questioning look as Vincenzo was about to leave. “Where are you going?” Cha-young asked him. Making him pause and turn towards her. “It’s about time that we deal with our greed. I’ll be back.” Vincenzo knocked on the table before leaving. “Mr. Cassano. What now?” Mr. Nam said.

Chapter Seven: Facing a Monster

Han-seo woke up and glanced around the room. Head slightly throbbing from where Jun-woo hit him. When he began to move he glanced over to see you laying on your back groaning in pain and Cha-young sitting with her hands bound behind her back. Your hands were bound behind your back as well. He recognized the place as Jun-woo’s.

“Han-seo. Are you all right?” Cha-young asked him. He made movement to get up and move closer to where the two of you were. His movements stopped the moment he heard someone coming down the stairs across the room. Suddenly he began to panic and move back towards the pillar that he woke up near. Fear taking over his actions.

Jun-woo entered the room and sat down on the couch near Cha-young. You began to sit yourself up next to Cha-young. “I didn’t think you would abduct us, but you did. This makes you such a cheap villain.” Cha-young sounded unamused. “What’s the difference? All villains are the same.” “No matter how hard I think about it, you are not a human being.” Cha-young told him. He moved forward to crouch in front of her. Reaching his hand out to move hair from her face. “Don’t you know how much I love you? That makes me human.” Yes, because abducting the person you claim to love makes you human. Also, bringing harm to the one you love makes you human. Makes so much sense. You bitterly thought to yourself. He moved his hand out to hold her chin. “Abducting a woman you love is not love, but a crime, you crazy asshole. It’s worse that you’ve decided to abduct the friend as well.” “Sorry, Cha-young. But to me, my principle comes before love. Also, I didn’t abduct Y/N because they’re your friend. I did it because I’ve discovered just how much they mean to Han-seo.” Jun-woo stated flatly. “You’re a vile being.” You told him angrily. He only gave you a blank look for a few seconds before turning his attention back to Cha-young. “Your principle? Killing everyone you don’t like? What a load of bull. Jun-woo. Someone like you shouldn’t have been born at all.” “Ouch.” Jun-woo stated before moving his hand away from her chin.

He moved to sit on the couch again, leaning forward. “That hurts a lot. I shouldn’t have been born? Isn’t it harsh, Han-seo?” Jun-woo glanced over to Han-seo as he spoke. Your heart clenched when you looked in the same direction. Seeing Han-seo scared and kneeling on both knees. “Kill me already. Don’t be stupid and call Mr. Cassano.” Cha-young stated flatly. Before turning your attention to Cha-young you saw Han-seo mouth ‘I’m sorry’ to you. Tears began to blur your vision. “I can’t do that. That’s the reason I abducted you.” He got up from where he sat and walked to the windows. “Hey! Don’t use me to harm him. Just kill me!” Cha-young yelled. “What’s the reason for abducting me?” You choked out. “That’s simple, to use you against that idiot over there.” Jun-woo pointed over to Han-seo. Before you could say anything more, Jun-woo gave you a stern look and took out his phone to dial a number. You glanced over at Han-seo to see him giving you a sad look as tears began to stream down his face.

“Shouldn’t you ask me how I am first?” You heard Jun-woo say into his phone. “I just got out.” You were sure it was Vincenzo he was speaking to. “Come to where I am now. She’s alive and so is the lovely Y/N. Please bear with me, I heard from my fellow inmates that this trick works the best when you need to lure someone who owes you something.” It sucked that you could only hear Jun-woo’s responses. “If you don’t hurry, something will happen to Cha-young.” He hung up the phone, turning his attention directly on you. “As long as this idiot behaves how I want him to, nothing will happen to you. Because you’ve always been the extra piece in my game, that wasn’t supposed to be played. But here we are.” Jun-woo stated flatly. Showing that he was clearly unamused with your presence here. Even though it’s his fault you’re here in the first place. The audacity of this monster. You thought to yourself.

Before you could speak your mind aloud, Vincenzo burst into the room. He tried to make a move but Jun-woo cocking his gun and pointing it at him, made him stop in his tracks. “The bloody necklace… It was shocking, right? It was pig’s blood. I tried your method.” Jun-woo told Vincenzo. “You’re worse than I thought. You abducted your brother, his bestfriend, and a woman too?” Vincenzo said to him. “A rat who’s about to be devoured by a cat has no rules.” “Do you think you’ll live, if you kill everyone here?” “Right. The mafia always has backup.” “Think carefully. Whatever you do, you’ll die.” “Even if I do. I want to see you die first.”

Jun-woo stood up and walked towards Han-seo, with a hockey stick in his hand. He threw the hockey stick towards him. Making it land loudly on the floor next to Han-seo. “Pick it up, Han-seo.” Han-seo glanced from the stick to where you and Cha-young were. Your heart felt like is was about to shatter with the look that you saw gracing his features. “Pick it up!” Jun-woo yelled and shot a round from the pistol near Han-seo. He flinched and covered himself the moment the gun went off. The bullet making impact with the floor next to him.

While panicking and whimpering he grabbed the stick, looking up to Jun-woo. “Chairman Jang. Beat him to death with it, and I’ll spare you and your friend here.” Jun-woo commanded. “What?” Han-seo’s voice was laced with fear and worry. “Not only will I spare your lives, but I’ll also give you all of Babel.” “You crazy asshole!” Cha-young yelled at Jun-woo. You looked from Jun-woo to Han-seo. Tears began to stream down your cheeks at this point. You could tell that Han-seo was silently forming a plan. “You really are mad, aren’t you?!” Cha-young yelled at Jun-woo. You flinched when the noise of Jun-woo slapping her across the cheek resonated throughout the room. You wanted to scream and yell too, but fear had become so overwhelming that it made you stay quiet.

Vincenzo moved forward out of anger of what had just happened. Again, he stopped when the gun was pointed at him. You couldn’t believe the way Jun-woo behaved in front of Vincenzo right now. You missed the threat Jun-woo said to Cha-young because your mind began to spiral with all sorts of negative thoughts.

When you finally snapped out of your thoughts and glanced at Vincenzo, you were shocked to see him get down on his knees. “Do as he says.” Vincenzo directed his words at Han-seo. “No.” You whispered, your voice cracking a bit. Cha-young gave you a sad look before glancing at Vincenzo. You looked from Vincenzo to Han-seo. “If I kill Vincenzo… Will you really let us live?” Han-seo could barely speak around the lump that began to form in his throat. “Of course. You’re my brother, after all.” Jun-woo replied.

You could hear the pain in the breath Han-seo let out. You watched him as he began to raise himself off the ground and stand up. “I’m sorry… Mr. Cassano.” Han-seo choked out. “It’s okay. You have no other choice.” Vincenzo calmly said to him. “Okay. I’ll make a decision I won’t regret.” He lifted the hockey stick above his head and walked towards Vincenzo.

The stick came down hard on the floor near Jun-woo, instead of at Vincenzo. This had been his plan all along. Finally standing up against the monster that was his brother. In his mind this was the right move. Jun-woo shot him in his arm, making him drop the stick. Next thing you knew the two of them began wrestling with each other.

Vincenzo moved to untie Cha-young while the fight was happening. Once she was freed, she moved to you to untie your wrists. Your heart dropped as you looked over to see Han-seo trying to force the gun away from Jun-woo. “Please, stop!” Han-seo yelled before he was wrestled away and tossed to the ground. Jun-woo pointed his gun towards Vincenzo when he tried to escape with Cha-young. You froze where you were standing, next to them, when the gun went off. You felt as if your heart had stopped beating when you realized the bullet had hit Cha-young in her back, in her shoulder.

Just by the look on Vincenzo’s face, you knew Jun-woo for sure signed his death certificate. Jun-woo was about to fire the gun again, this time at Vincenzo. Until Han-seo jumped up and grabbed his arm, making him aim the gun at his chest. “Han-seo!” You screamed as you stepped towards them. Vincenzo grabbed your pants leg, to stop you. You looked down to him, tears steadily streaming down your cheeks. He was shaking his head no at you. A signal to let you know that you should stay put for now. He did this as he was in the middle of leaning down to lean Cha-young against a table.

“Ms. Hong.” Vincenzo said as he gently helped her sit up. You moved to kneel beside her, but also kept an eye on Han-seo. Jun-woo currently held the gun tightly against Han-seo’s chest. Your heart sank at the sight of it. You wanted to do something. Wanted to help, but understood that if you did, you may make Jun-woo fire the gun the moment you would intervene.

Chapter Eight: I Almost Lost You

“Please, stop.” Han-seo begged, moving the gun lower down his torso. More towards his abdomen. “Let go.” “You really… shouldn’t have been born. Never. You scum.” Was the last words he said to Jun-woo before the gun went off. You screamed as you watched Han-seo fall to the floor. “Han-seo…” You barely heard Vincenzo speak. Vincenzo moved to cover Cha-young when Jun-woo pointed his gun at them. He pulled the trigger and nothing happened. Vincenzo threw something at him before standing to confront him. Jun-woo panicked and ran out the patio door, Vincenzo chasing after him. Unfortunately, Jun-woo got away. Before coming back into the room Vincenzo called the authorities. He checked on Cha-young before moving to Han-seo’s side. Once you gained enough of your composure you made your way towards Han-seo as well.

Vincenzo gently held Han-seo. “Are you okay?” Vincenzo asked. “I… Did well, didn’t I?” Han-seo choked out. “You did. You deserve to be my brother.” Vincenzo spoke gently. “For the first time in my life… I’ve helped someone.” At this point Han-seo could barely speak. “Hey. You know what to do.” He handed his phone to Vincenzo. “Thank you… for everything..” Vincenzo gently lowered Han-seo’s head into your lap. He gave you a sad look before nodding and walking away.

“Hey, everything will be okay. It has to be.” You gently stroked Han-seo’s cheek. Suddenly he began to cough up blood. “Please, it has to be.” You choked out. You leaned down to touch your forehead to his, as a sob began to rack your body. Cha-young leaned heavily against the table, staring at the two of you as tears began to blur her vision. Her heart slowly breaking at what she was seeing. Sirens could be heard in the background. You silently begged to any higher being that was listening, that Han-seo would survive. As if answering you, paramedics rushed through the doors. “His injury is worse, pay attention to him first.” Cha-young ordered.

“Excuse us.” One of them spoke gently to you. You gently lay Han-seo down, standing to move out of their way, but staying close by. You heard one of the others call for another ambulance, for Cha-young. A choked sob escaped your body as you watched them work on Han-seo. Getting him onto a stretcher and then setup on the bed. To be wheeled to the ambulance as soon as possible. Doing everything else they needed to along the way.

“Are you injured?” You glanced over to see a paramedic asking if you had been injured. “Uh, not that I’m aware of. This isn’t my blood.” You said when you looked to your hands and at your shirt. Your stomach churned as you realized how much of Han-seo’s blood covered you. Suddenly there was yelling and Han-seo was being rushed out the door. Your mind was having a hard time comprehending everything that was happening. It seemed like time had slowed down for you, but nothing made sense. You ended up riding along with Cha-young.

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Three hours had passed since arriving at the hospital. In that time you had cleaned yourself up and put on the clean scrubs that were handed to you by a nurse earlier. You sat silently in the chair next to Cha-young’s bed. “You should rest, it’s been a long night.” Cha-young spoke gently to you. “I’m not going to rest until I hear that Han-seo is okay.” You spoke softly but with a defiant tone. Cha-young smiled weakly at you as she turned her attention to Mr. Nam. You barely paid attention to any of the updates Mr. Nam gave to the two of you. You could barely focus because the updates you needed to hear hasn’t been said yet. You sighed heavily as you stood up from the chair. Walking out of the room without a word. Mr. Nam was about to call your name until Cha-young shook her head no at him. She understood how you felt and knew you were going to seek the answers you needed to hear.

You were pacing the hallway near the operation rooms. You stopped when the doors opened and a doctor walked out. “Are you here for an update on someone?” The doctor asked politely. “Yes, I’m here for Jang Han-seo.” You replied. “I understand. I’m Dr. Ji-song, one of the surgeons that operated on Mr. Jang. His surgery went well. We’ve moved him to a private recovery room. He’s not awake at the moment, but I will take you to his room now.” Dr. Ji-song spoke as he began to take the lead. You nodded and slowly walked beside him.

“Before entering, I want to say that there’s a lot of wires hooked up. It’s just to monitor his vitals.” Dr. Ji-song said as he opened the door. Before entering his room you looked around at the other rooms, taking note that a few doors down was Cha-young’s room. “If you need anything, just press the nurse’s button. I’ll leave you be for now.” Dr. Ji-song spoke softly before he walked away. You nodded and walked into the room.

“I’m here.” You whispered when you were close enough to him. You pulled the chair closer to his bed, gently taking one of his hands in yours. You jumped slightly when you heard the door open. “Mr. Nam?” You choked out. Finding it difficult to speak at the moment. “I found out where you were from the nurse’s station.” Mr. Nam spoke softly.

You nodded and turned your attention back to Han-seo. Tears began to blur your vision. You had to clear your throat before asking. “Have you heard anything from Vincenzo?” “He’s going to flee Korea. He has business to take care of first.” Mr. Nam spoke quietly. “What aren’t you telling me?” You turned to Mr. Nam as you spoke. “Mr. Lee Cheol-uk, he was injured. He’s currently in surgery as we speak.” Mr. Nam came to stand beside you, resting one hand on your shoulder. Tears steadily streamed down your cheeks as you looked up into his eyes. He looked like he had been crying as well, exhaustion also clear in his features.

“Jun-woo. Is he…” The two of you broke eye contact to look at Han-seo. “You’re awake.” You choked out as you reached over to press the nurse’s button. He tried to slowly sit up but you wouldn’t allow it. Instead you gently let go of his hand and pushed the button to raise the head of his bed up. Once that was done you settled in your chair and held his hand again. Mr. Nam had removed his hand from your shoulder when Han-seo spoke. Standing up straighter next to you as relief flooded his body. Thankful to see Han-seo awake.

“Oh, I’ll be back with the doctor.” A nurse said from the doorway. You tightened the grip you had on Han-seo’s hand. “To answer your question. Jun-woo won’t be a problem anymore. Mr. Cassano made sure of that.” Mr. Nam stated before the doctor walked through the door. “Hello, I’m Dr. Ji-song. I was one of the surgeons that operated on you.” Dr. Ji-song introduced himself. Han-seo nodded. “At the moment, what would you rate your pain?” He asked as he looked over his vitals. “A lot.” Han-seo admitted. “That’s understandable. You had suffered internal bleeding. Luckily, the paramedics had brought you in when they had.” Dr. Ji-song turned his attention to Han-seo. “How close to death was I?” He choked the words out. “In my opinion, too close.” Dr. Ji-song admitted. Han-seo nodded as he glanced in your direction.

“Is Ms. Hong okay?” Han-seo asked you. “Yeah, she’s actually a few doors down.” You softly smiled at him as a tear rolled down your check. “I’ll be back.” Mr. Nam spoke softly before exiting the room. “Do you need anything?” Dr. Ji-song gently asked. “I’d like some water, please.” “Of course. I’ll send a nurse in with water right away. For now, please rest.” Dr. Ji-song said before leaving the room.

“Vincenzo, is he okay?” Han-seo turned his attention back to you once the doctor had left. “Uh, yeah. From what Mr. Nam said, Vincenzo is okay, but he’s no longer in Korea.” You leaned forward to rest your forehead against his. Closing your eyes as you sighed heavily. “I was so scared that I was going to lose you.” Your voice cracked as you spoke. Han-seo sighed as he brought his free hand to rest against your cheek. After your tears stopped you moved to lean back, wiping your tears and his from his his face. The two of you smiled weakly at each other as you settled yourself back in the chair again.

“Looks like someone was watching out for you.” You both turned your attention to the doorway to see Cha-young being wheeled into the room by Mr. Nam. Following close behind them was a nurse with a pitcher of water and a cup. “I’ll take that.” You let go of Han-seo’s hand and stood up to take the pitcher and cup from the nurse. She smiled softly before walking out of the room. You poured water into the cup as Han-seo spoke with Cha-young. “I’m glad to see that you’re okay too.” Han-seo told her. “I’ll be here a few days. Shoulder hurts a lot. But, I’ll survive.” Cha-young tried her best to joke. “Mr. Nam, have you heard word on Mr. Lee Cheol-uk?” You asked as you handed the cup to Han-seo. “No word, yet.” Mr. Nam replied.

“I hope he’ll be okay. He has a pregnant wife waiting at home for him.” Your voice cracked as you spoke. “I’m sure he’ll be okay.” Han-seo spoke to you gently. You nodded as you took a seat next to him again. “I’m just glad everything is all over.” Cha-young stated softly. Everyone, except Han-seo nodded in agreement. A part of Han-seo felt like it wasn’t over. “I need proof.” Han-seo stated. A deafening silence engulfed the room. “I’ll see what I can do to get proof.” Mr. Nam spoke. Han-seo nodded as he sat the empty cup on the table next to his bed.

Chapter Nine: Something You Need to Know

“Han-seo, there’s something that I need to tell you.” You said, breaking the silence that had fallen upon the room moments ago. Cha-young shared a knowing look with Mr. Nam. A look that the two of you had missed. Your gaze was cast upon your hands, that were clasped together in your lap. Han-seo turned his attention to you the moment he heard you speak.

“I should get back to my bed and rest. You two take it easy. I’m glad that you’re both alive.” Cha-young suddenly announced. Mr. Nam picked up on her intentions right away. “We’ll see you both later.” Mr. Nam said as he wheeled Cha-young out of the room. The two of you looked in their direction and silently waved at their retreating figures. You kept your attention on the doorway. Han-seo turned his attention back to you once again. Taking note of how you looked everywhere in the room, except in his direction.

“There’s something I need to tell you as well.” Han-seo began, “but I’d like to hear what you need to tell me first.” With your focus back on your hands, you missed the warm smile that he gave you. “Um, it’s just that…” Your voice was gentle as you began to speak. “I was terrified tonight. The idea of you not surviving surgery…” You decided to look at him this time. Tears began to blur your vision and a lump began to began to form in your throat. After clearing your throat you said. “It felt like my world was crumbling. I couldn’t bear, even the idea, of losing you. Especially the idea that I never would get a chance to tell you my true feelings.” Tears steadily streamed down your cheeks and your voice cracked a few times as you spoke. As you were wiping away your tears you watched Han-seo gently move over in his bed. He motioned for you to lay beside him. You stood up from the chair that you pulled up to his bed and carefully slid onto the bed beside him. Gently laying your head on his chest and carefully draping your arm over him. Trying not to put too much pressure on his abdominal wound.

He gently wrapped his arms around you before speaking. Flinching slightly at the pain the movement had caused. “Truthfully, I was terrified of the same thing.” He spoke softly. “I’m in love with you. I realized that’s the feeling I had, the day you patched up my wound. You remember? The one on my forehead.” “I remember. I was shocked to see you standing there, blood dripping down your face, when I answered my door.” You reminded him. “You even apologized to me, for getting blood on my carpet.” You turned your gaze towards his. He looked into your eyes and gave you a gentle smile. “I admit before we grew pretty close, I was afraid for your safety. I wanted to push you away at first. Your stubbornness and determination to become friends was admirable.” He told you. “I sense a but…” You looked away from him, focusing on his heartbeat instead.

“But, if you’re willing, I’d like to be more than friends.” Han-seo whispered softly. He gently moved his hand to lift your chin, making you look into his eyes. “I’ve come to realize that I don’t think I can live without you. This feeling goes beyond friendship. I want so much more. If that’s even possible.”  Han-seo whispered. “All you had to do was ask.” You told him. You pulled his hand from your chin. While keeping eye contact you gently placed a kiss on the middle of his palm. He gave you a wide smile before you decided to rest your cheek against his chest again. Keeping a hold of his hand, you intertwined your fingers with his, resting them near your face. “I wish I had told you sooner, instead of waiting until almost dying.” Han-seo said. “I think, if we had confessed to each other sooner, almost losing you would have hurt so much more.” You whispered to him, tightening your grip on his hand. “I think you make a good point.” He whispered as he gently placed a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’ll move to the chair now, you need rest.” You said. Gently moving off of his bed. “You should go home and rest too.” Concern evident in the tone he used. “If I go home, I won’t be able to rest. I don’t want to be away from you.” You sheepishly admitted while hugging yourself. Han-seo gave you a warm smile. “Fine. Does the chair in that corner recline?” He asked pointing to the other chair that was situated in his room. That chair sat a few feet away from his bed, on the opposite side that you were standing. You walked over to it to inspect if it had a lever or if you had to lean back to recline it. You made sure if it did recline there was enough space for it to recline in. After a thorough inspection, you sat down and pressed your back against it. Giving him a wide grin as you reclined in the chair and the footrest popped out. “All right. You don’t have to leave.” He stated with a small laugh. He winced at the slight pain that his laughter had caused. You looked to him with concern. When he met your eyes, he shook his head and made a gesture stating that he was fine.

“I’m just here to check on you, and offer a blanket.” A nurse said as she walked into the room. She walked towards you and held the blanket out to you. “Thank you.” You told her. You unfolded the blanket and made yourself comfortable in the chair. “Are you holding up all right?” The nurse turned her attention to Han-seo. She walked over to the foot of his bed to grab his chart, before moving to stand next to his monitor. “At the moment, I’m doing as good as it gets.” Han-seo replied with a smile. She nodded in response as she looked over his chart and then to the monitor. “I’ll just take your temperature and blood pressure now. After that, I’ll leave you to rest.” She said. She put the blood pressure cuff on his arm. You gave him a small smile when he winced. The nurse released the pressure when she was done. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to press the call button.” The nurse said as she took the cuff off his arm. Han-seo nodded his head when she made eye contact with him. “All right, have a good night.” She said as she walked out of the room.

Chapter Ten: All The Proof You Need

Two weeks had gone by before Han-seo could be released. You silently wheeled him out to Mr. Nam’s car the day of his release. You paused when you saw Cho Yeong-un standing next to Mr. Nam. “Is everything okay?” You asked as the two of you got closer to them. “There’s somewhere we need to go.” Was all Cho Yeong-un had stated before walking over to the driver’s side. Mr. Nam opened the passenger side to allow Han-seo to get in. He gently helped him into the passenger seat. “Mr. Nam, what’s this about? Also, why is he driving your car?” You asked once the door was closed. “It’s the proof Han-seo needs, for closure. He knows where to go, that’s why he’s the driver, even though it’s my car.” Mr. Nam said as he passed the wheelchair to the nurse that had followed you out. You nodded as you opened the door behind Han-seo’s seat. Mr. Nam walked over to open the door behind Yeong-un’s seat.

“Mr. Nam informed me that you needed proof that you’re nightmare is finally over.” Yeong-un spoke as he pulled away from the hospital. “Is that what this is about?” Han-seo asked softly. “Yes.” Yeong-un responded. A deafening silence filled the rest of the car ride.

Twenty minutes had passed by before Yeong-un slowed down to turn onto a winding road that lead to an abandoned warehouse. You gave Mr. Nam a puzzled look but he wasn’t paying attention to you. He had his attention cast out the window.

“We’re here.” Yeong-un announced as he put the car in park. “Are you ready?” Mr. Nam spoke softly. Han-seo nodded as he opened the door. He leaned against the door until you came up beside him. He moved away from the door to lean into you. The two of you stepped away from the car so that you could close the door. After a few moments Mr. Nam stepped up to Han-seo’s other side. Yeong-un slowly walked to the front of the vehicle, keeping his gaze on Han-seo. “The evidence will be cleaned up after today.” Yeong-un stated. “Did you wait until I saw proof that it’s truly over?” Han-seo’s voice cracked as he spoke. Yeong-un nodded his head in response before he began to lead the way to the warehouse’s entrance.

The three of you slowly followed behind him. Nothing could have prepared you for the scene you had walked into. It had been two weeks since Jun-woo was brought to this location. The area reeked heavily of death and decay. Han-seo tapped you to let him go as you stood with him a few feet away from where Jun-woo was strapped to some sort of device. “Are you sure?” You asked him. “I need to see for myself.” Han-seo stated. You gave Mr. Nam a look, before nodding to release him. You stayed a few paces behind Han-seo.

Mr. Nam and Yeong-un stayed where the two of you had been standing before. “Is this truly a good idea?” Yeong-un quietly asked Mr. Nam. “Victims of abuse or violence sometimes need solid proof that their suffering is over. For years, Han-seo suffered a great deal at the hands of his brother. This could be a step forwards in healing, or it could be a step backwards. Only time will tell.” Mr. Nam spoke softly.

Han-seo slowly reached out to jab a finger at Jun-woo. Even though the smell of death lay thick in the air, he still wasn’t convinced. Suddenly he slapped the lifeless body’s face as hard as he possibly could. The sound made you jump. “I told you, that I would make a decision that I won’t regret.” Han-seo suddenly dropped to his knees as tears began to stream down his cheeks. You ran to his side and pulled him into an embrace as his body began to shake from sobbing. Mr. Nam and Yeong-un were frozen in place, too stunned to move. Both of them unsure of how to react to what they had just witnessed.

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An hour had passed by before Han-seo allowed you to help him to his feet and back to the vehicle. Once everyone was inside the vehicle, Yeong-un silently drove to the Jipuragi Law Firm Office. When you arrived Yeong-un explained everything to Cha-young and then left in his car. Han-seo sat silently at the table as you, Cha-young, and Mr. Nam began to discuss what happens next.

“I’ve decided that I no longer want to run Babel.” Han-seo suddenly announced. Cha-young took a seat next to him. “Are you sure? I remember you had told Vincenzo once to leave you and Babel alone. That you wanted to run it legally.” Cha-young spoke to him softly. “I’m sure. After everything that has happened, I no longer want to run Babel. I don’t even want to be associated with the company any longer. The name alone is a reminder of what I’ve been through. I’d like to break free and start over somewhere else. I also want to take on my mother’s last name. I don’t want to be a Jang anymore.” Han-seo said in such a sad voice. “All right. I’ll work with you. We’ll remove you from Babel and make sure the money you did make while running Babel, isn’t taken from you. I’ll clear everything up. I’ll even help you find a place to work. If you choose to do so, I’d even help you find a new place of residency. It’s understandable that you no longer want to be a Jang. I promise, we’ll get everything sorted out for you, together. You aren’t alone in this.” Cha-young gently placed her right hand on his shoulder. Han-seo nodded.

Chapter Eleven: A Clean Slate

~One Year Later~

Life had been going pretty well for Han-seo at this point. He’d gone back into counseling, Mr. Nam gave him an assistance position at the law firm, he’d also moved into a place with you. The residents of Geumga Plaza accepted him as one of their own. They had explained to him, that at first they saw him as the enemy. When they found out Jun-woo was the real enemy they slowly allowed themselves to accept Han-seo. It took a few months, but he was finally free of Babel. He was thankful for that because the paperwork was beginning to give him a headache. He was glad that he didn’t have to face that process alone. Most corporations and news outlets were shocked by his withdrawal from the company and dissociation from anything Babel related. They were even more shocked by the news of him denouncing himself as a Jang. Han-seo was trying his best to create the life he had always wished for. A life that he was comfortable with, one that he could say was made by him, and not ruled by someone else. A life he could call his own, and actually felt like his own.

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“These reporters just won’t give up.” Han-seo turned his attention to Mr. Nam. “We could always file harassment charges.” You stated not looking up from the current file you were reading through. “Wait, can we actually do that?” Han-seo directed his attention to you. “I think we could. I’d have to ask Cha-young about it, but I think it’s possible.” You looked up to Han-seo and smiled. “It’s been a year since, well, you know. You’d think they’d give up on wanting to interview you.” Mr. Nam looked to Han-seo as he spoke. “They want the truth instead of speculation. Some people are still confused as to why Han-seo stepped down as Babel Chairman and left it to the wolves. They also want to know why he wanted to remove any association between himself and anything Babel and Jang related.” Cha-young said as she walked into the room. “They also want to know what really happened to your brother and if Vincenzo had anything to with it.” Cha-young shrugged as she took a seat at her desk.

“My brother was a monster that needed to be stopped by any means necessary. That’s not exactly something I want to discuss with the world.” Han-seo spoke softly. You gently rested your hand on his thigh. Everyone could tell that the memories of Jun-woo still bothered him. Even if he didn’t want to openly talk about it. “The only thing that matters is that the people in this room know the truth.” Mr. Nam stated as a matter of fact. 

“Oh, here. This came in the mail today.” Mr. Nam stood up to hand Cha-young a post card. “There’s also something on your desk for you.” You pointed out. “At least he’s not locked up.” Han-seo said. Cha-young hummed in approval. “Granted, Jun-woo totally deserved it, but some of his followers still want justice for his disappearance. Which I feel isn’t deserved.” You said, as you turned the page in the file.

“What are you working on?” Han-seo asked. “Well, we may have avoided Babel taking down the plaza, but now we have to worry about politicians and redevelopment projects.” You looked up to Han-seo. “I’m just reading through these plans, and other documents to see if we’ve got the upper hand.” You told him. “At least we won’t be working alone. The entire plaza is on our side.” Mr. Nam stated proudly. You smiled at that statement. “I’ll help the best I can too.” Han-seo said, a wide grin taking over his features.

Everyone knew fighting against a politician and the redevelopment projects would be difficult, but it would be worth it. As long as it meant the Geumga Plaza would still be standing for many years to come.

Part One ~ Main Masterlist ~ Series Masterlist

[pandoradeloeste]

The Bright Sessions fic recommendations

I haven’t seen one of these in a while, so we’re partying like it’s 2017 and making a fic rec list!

I wish this could be as comprehensive as I want it to be, but the fic writers in this fandom are on another level, and unless I want this to turn into an AO3 feed, I can’t list all the good ones. But here’s a representative sample:

Shipping

Better Forms of Communication  (T, no word count because it’s a text fic formatted as graphics) Caleb and Adam texting each other and their friends as they circle each other and (slowly!) get around to getting together. 

Light My Heart and Light My Shadow (M, 2K) An alternate version of Caleb and Adam’s laundry room scene from College Tapes #shameless self promo

Anchored And Flying (T, 3K) Adam’s radio show at Yale — featuring Twitter, medical kink jokes, “What’s New Pussycat”, and helping resolve some adorable gay pining

The Ultimate Double Dare (T, 20K, WIP but only technically, the two chapters that are written stand on their own) Caleb and Adam get secretly married before college for the financial aid. Caleb is The Absolute Worst at keeping secrets. Hijinks ensue.

Chamomile Tea (T, 3K) Some cute post-College Tapes hurt/comfort, and some Caitlin-Adam friendship (I am weak for those two)

Caleb Michaels Has A Lot Of Feelings (About Adam Hayes) And Sex (With Adam Hayes) (E, 10K) Caleb and Adam exploring empathy and sex. This has the distinction of being the first ever explicit Caleb/Adam fic. Vivacious_turpitude walked so that the rest of us could run.

an antisocial pessimist, but usually I don’t mess with this (T, 2K) Caleb’s football team gives Adam a shovel talk and tries to explain what a first down is

Nobody Said It Was Easy (Oh, Take Me Back To The Start) (T, 15K) Jewish Oliver, Mark taking a path that isn’t true to himself and then finding joy anyway, Tier 5, this one’s got it all

I’ve Got The Feeling You’re The Right Thing After All (T, 30K) Sometimes you want a fluffy getting-together fic about two clueless idiots in love, and these two are adorably clueless

Have I Ever Told You How Good It Feels To Hold You? (T, 2K) “Oh my god there was only one bed” is out, “there were two beds but we chose to sleep in one” is in

Barnacle Tales (six-work series, 17K total - the first work is M, the rest are T) Some more fluffy getting-together fic about two clueless idiots in love

perfect for you (G, 1K) A sweet little Brytz proposal

without you, I’ll never be home (T, 4K) Oliver and Mark moving in together in slow motion. In my advanced age of 38, I am a sucker for people taking their time in relationships and deciding which steps of the relationship escalator to take and when.

Something Dumb To Do (T, 7K) Mark and Oliver fake-propose to each other for the free desserts and fall in love. (This is also shameless self-promotion.)

my power was constricted in my heart (M, 137K) A royalty AU where Prince Mark Bryant and his manservant Oliver Ritz get kidnapped, then kidnapped again, then kidnapped a third time, and find home somewhere along the way. Every single TBS character, large and small, makes an appearance at some point. This is one of those fics that grabs you by the throat and doesn’t let go until it’s 4 AM, your phone’s battery is at 1%, and you’ve been emotionally destroyed at least three times. (Full disclosure, this is a WIP, but I have it on good authority that it hasn’t been abandoned.)

Vienna Waits For You (G, 14K) Brightgreen coffee shop AU, cute as fuck and the found family that Joan and Owen deserve

Take Anything You Need (M, 4K) Mark/Damien, dealing with an alpha rut during the road trip. I think this might be the only (at the time of this writing) A/B/O TBS fic? And it works. It’s sweet, it’s hot, it’s a version of Damien I wish was canon.

I Like My Body When It’s With Your Body (E, 28K) Mark/Damien nonsexual D/s — also sweet, also hot, also a version of Damien that I wish was canon, one that isn’t consumed by fear of not being in control every second of every day

ain’t gonna run from the wind and the thunder, when we’re dancing under the rain (T, 4K) Mark/Javier. The other Tier 5 survivors are fascinating to me, and I love the chance to explore Javier. And we get to give Mark a cute boyfriend, that’s always fun

I haven’t touched a pretty thing in forty days (T, 5K) Joan and Beck talk about trauma, loneliness, and moving forward. In a strip club. As one does.

and the reason comes on the common tongue of your loving me (E, <1K) Ben and Frankie having some fun, and we love to see it

Gen

the flame is gone (the fire remains) (T, 4K) Alternate ending for College Tapes. The grief is visceral, the narration is nonlinear, and the ending is beautifully tragic

on being raised on fairy tales in which you are the monster (T, 2K) Villain origin stories are fascinating to me, and TBS does tragic villains like no one else

All I’ve Ever Known Is How To Hold My Own (G, 3K) Parallels between Joan/Mark as kids and Joan/Sam as adults; you’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll wish you could punch Papa Bryant in his stupid face

A Secret I Never Wanted To Tell (G, 10K) Vanessa Turner sells Mark out to the AM. Joan finds out. Fireworks ensue

I’m somebody desperate, I don’t know what to do (T, 3K) Damien’s bi awakening, which of course becomes delicious angst because Damien is an angsty, touch-starved motherfucker

i want to feel all the ache I can feel (T, 5K) Canon divergence where Adam gets the Pokemon evolution, and an exploration of trauma as it affects atypical ability and expression

A Regular Decorated Emergency (G, 1K) The story of Caleb’s quidditch quadball injury, and all the brotherly Caleb-Mark interaction that we were robbed of in College Tapes

to say that I’m a rainbow and tell me that I’m bright (G, 9K) Sam, Mags, Mark, and Oliver going to Pride. It’s been over a year and the line “These are my flags. That’s me.” makes me cry to this day

You got troubles, I got ‘em too (G, 1K) Sam and Joan taking a moment to breathe and grieve at the AM

I got it all (but I don’t ever wanna grow up) (T, 5K) You know how College Tapes never actually addressed Caleb’s quarter-life crisis? Here’s a fix-it fic for that, along with more Caleb-Mark brotherly friendship

Atypical Revolutions (because if you leave TBS fans alone for five minutes, we come up with ways to make atypicals go public and get justice)

Your Enemy Whispers So You Have To Scream (T, 240K) Mark and other Tier 5 survivors go public after someone leaks evidence of the AM and Tier 5 to the general public. Oliver spends the next year failing spectacularly to avoid being drawn into the growing tension between atypicals, the government, and non-atypicals. This is the last bit of shameless self-promotion.

TPWKY Episode 222: DNA Meth(ylation) And Atypicality (G, 7K) A crossover between This Podcast Will Kill You and TBS, this assumes that atypicals have been forced to go public, and goes deep on the social and scientific ramifications. Mark ends up the public face of atypicality. This fic was a lot of the inspiration for Your Enemy Whispers.

Bryant vs. United States, Decision, Communication No. 947/2027 (M, 2K) Exactly what it sounds like — Mark goes public and sues the AM. The formatting for Your Enemy Whispers owes a lot to Bryant vs. United States (as does a certain UN resolution). I really, really hope it gets finished, because you know how you read a fic, or even just hear it described, and it keeps you up until two in the morning crying because it’s just that good and tragic? That was me when the authors dropped their plan for this fic’s endgame.

gonna do my very best and it ain’t no lie (M, 37K) Oliver accidentally-on-purpose lets his family think that he’s dating Mark, on the same weekend that files go missing from the AM. Come for the fake dating, stay for the atypical revolution. (Fair warning, it is a WIP, but it’s not abandoned)

[softforloki]

You Built Me Castles out of Paragraphs

Summery: You’re an aspiring writer putting your romantic fantasies to paper. Loki has agreed to be your editor. The only problem? He just so happens to be at the very center of most of those romantic fantasies.

Warnings: Swearing, alludes to Odin’s A+ parenting and Loki’s overall ✨trauma✨

Word Count: 2,229

Masterlist

I was going to send this idea in as a request to another Loki blog, but then I remembered that I’m a Loki blog

Thanos voice: “Fine. I’ll do it myself.”

You stepped back form the complete and utter chaos of your office wall. Sketches, notes, plot points, and even bits of colored sting stretched from one corner to the other.

If I’m trying to convince people I’m not totally insane, then I am definitely going about it the wrong way. You thought wryly.

You looked back and forth between the evidence and your psychotic break-down and your open laptop. Planning was the easy part. You knew what all your plot points were. You knew where you characters had to go. How they got there though?

Filling in the gaps was easily the most maddening part of the whole writing thing. You had to get your characters from one event to the next, while still keeping things entertaining for the reader.

You flopped into your desk chair, scrolling compulsively through your latest chapter. It was something, you just couldn’t tell if it was any good. Staring at the same document for hours on end made you numb to what you were reading.

“I seriously need to get an editor or something,” You muttered.

You could probably afford a professional editor. Working at SHEILD offered good money, but editors weren’t exactly on your “must have” list. You liked to think you were more frugal than that (Especially after your last big purchase had been a house with an extra room that you would use as an office).

Regardless, if you wanted to be anywhere near successful with your first book, you were going to need an extra pair of eyes. Preferably eyes that belonged to a friend who was good enough not to ask for reimbursement, but also wouldn’t just give your writing empty compliments. 

Loki would read it. That little voice pipped up. He’d give you good feedback.

He certainly would. He also wouldn’t say no to a good story (if your story even was good). The man read more than anyone else you’d ever met.

There was of course, the issue of the story itself. Your lead character, to be specific. Your protagonist was nothing if not an extension of yourself. Additionally, all the adversities your lead faced were clever metaphors for your own life struggles and anxieties. You were a shameless writer. The loyal supporting role, the one whom you’d been crafting an elaborate romance with your protagonist, was also a rather obvious homage to Loki.

You were living out your romantic fantasies with your novel. If you let Loki read it, he’d surely put the pieces together.

Authors draw inspiration from the world around them all the time. The voice reasoned. If he sees the resemblance, he probably won’t think much of it. He’ll give you great constructive criticism. 

You spun in your chair, contemplating your options. Loki wasn’t the only person who’d inspired a character. You could probably get away with it.

There was also something very tempting about having be the first person to lay eyes on your book.

And you really needed an editor.

You sighed, coming to a decision. You grabbed your phone from the desk.

You did enjoy living dangerously.

. . .

It had been a few days since you’d emailed the first three chapters of your book to Loki. He was supposed to come down to discuss his notes with you.

The fact that he had actual notes both excited and scared the shit out of you. 

You put the kettle on to keep yourself from impulsively pacing or staring at your psycho-story board. It wasn’t long after you’d dunked teabags into the mugs of hot water when you heard the disarmingly cheerful chime of your doorbell. You scrambled to answer it.

“Fancy seeing you here,” You greeted, leaning against the door with what you hoped was a relaxed expression.

“I did tell you I’d be here,” Loki responded, a small smile flickering across his face as he stepped inside.

“Did you? Well I’ve got tea steeping, so you may as well come in.” You ushered him into the dinning room, kicking yourself for not closing the door to your disaster of an office.

“How kind of you,” Loki remarked, shedding his peacoat and draping it over the back of his chair. “How goes the writing?”

“I thought you were here to tell me that.” You quipped, setting the mugs and fixings for tea on the table.

“Are you not still working while I read?”

“That was the original plan, I sorta psyched myself out when I realized that you’re my first reader.” You admitted. “I didn’t get much further than my basic notes for the next chapter.”

 “That’s quite alright.” Loki reassured. “From what you’ve told me, you’re already fairly far along. How much have you written thus far?”

You quickly did the math in your head. “I’m eighteen chapters into a projected forty-ish.”

He laughed a little, giving you a see? look. “You’re halfway through, and how long have you been working on this?”

“A little over a year. I’m going to try to take a break and focus on revisions while you make your way through my massive backlog.”

“A wise decision.” He nodded sagely. “Shall I share my thoughts on Chapter One, then?”

“Ugh, may as well.” You took a long, slow sip of your tea like it was whiskey. “Get it over with.”

Loki chuckled, slipping a square of neatly folded paper from his pocket. “There’s nothing bad, I assure you. Just a few discrepancies I thought you may like to remedy.”

He seemed to have enjoyed your work. He had a lot of praise for the world building and characterization. You felt your heart pound a little harder when he mentioned the character you’d based on him. If he saw the similarities, he gave no indication.

His critiques were few, but highly valuable. He pointed out repetitive word usage, and information known by characters who shouldn’t know it yet. You ended up getting your laptop to read along with him and make the changes while they were still fresh in your mind.

“I really appreciate your feedback, Loki.” You said repeatedly as you walked him to the door. “This has been enormously helpful.”

“I highly enjoyed helping you, it’s been a delightful read. I assume you’ll be sending me the next three chapters?”

You blinked in surprise. “Oh, yeah. Yeah! Of course, wow. Thanks. Again.”

Loki hummed, taking your hand and pressing a cordial kiss to the back of it. He met your eyes, his gaze intense. You swallowed a gulp. “Thank you for giving me the chance to see your work. I can’t wait to see what else you’ve come up with.”

Oh. 

Oh no.

. . . 

“I have one more question.” Loki divulged.

“Hit me.”

“You’re clearly writing a love story between your main characters, yes?”

“Yeah. It’s more of a side plot, though. I don’t want the romance to be the main focus, but their relationship is important in how they get through their problems.” You explained, sinking into your couch’s cushions. “I didn’t made them fall in love just on a whim.”

“Mmm. I can see that. It’s a commendable portrayal, to say the least. But I have to ask, not as your editor, but as a reader; are they ever going to confess?”

You laughed at his exasperated tone. He clearly had some feelings invested in this. Your heart swelled as an author.

“Maybe,” You shrugged one shoulder noncommittally. 

Loki threw his head back, groaning in aggravation, eliciting another laugh from you.

“They’re fighting monsters, Loki! Their obvious mutual attraction is the least of their concerns.”

“It’s maddening,” He pressed on. “I understand it’s not the main concern, but their tension is nearly palpable!”

“Well, I have been toying with this idea...”

“Let’s hear it,” He grunted.

“I figured that they could be separated during a big battle. Something super messy and stressful. Put the fear of death in them, you know?” You held your hands out, palms up.

“As one does.” Loki nodded.

“Right. So picture this: opposite ends of the battlefield. They’re desperately searching for each other as the dust settles. Their eyes meet. For a few seconds, neither of them moves; they’re too stunned and relieved the other is alive to move. With me so far?”

“Yes, and desperately intrigued.”

“They snap out of it and make a beeline for each other.” You continue. “Collision. They’re lying in a heap on the ground, checking each other for injuries. They’re still in shock, rambling at each other, when a calm suddenly washes for over them. They hold their gaze for a second, and then, still high off the adrenaline, kiss.”

“Ah, the stress of the fight made them confront their own mortality.” Loki finished for you. “They have to come to terms with their feelings before they loose each other.”

“Yes!” You clapped, tickled by his enthusiasm. “I didn’t know you where a such a romantic.”

He grunted. “Only when it’s well written.”

“I somehow find find that hard to believe.”

“And by that you mean...?”

“Nothing.” You amended quickly. “Just that you’re very suave.”

“If the way you write me is any indication, I’d say you’re correct.”

You froze, an icy realization suddenly washing over you.

“And, if the way you’ve written yourself is any indication,” he went on, a twinkle in his eye “I’d say you enjoy it a lot more that you let on.”

Mother of fuck.

“How long have you known?” You asked quietly.

“Since chapter nine.” He answered smoothly. “Your characters had a conversation that reminded me a little too much of one we’ve had. Once I’d made that realization, everything stared falling into place the more I read.”

“Shit,” You muttered, planting your face into your hands.

Loki gave you a moment of privacy, before you heard him say your name in a gentle voice. You felt the couch shift as he moved closer to you. His fingers gently brushed over your knee.

“I realize we have an unfortunate shortage of harrowing battles,” He said in a low voice “but perhaps you would still allow me to kiss you?”

“What?” You lifted your head, your confused eyes meeting his sincere ones.

“I’d like to kiss you.”

“Why?” Your voice shook.

“Why? Why?” Loki repeated, seemingly in shock as he took your hands in his own. “Because you are thoughtful and deliberate with everything you do. Because you are lovely and kind and trusting. Because you befriended me when no one else would. Because you’ve built me castles out of paragraphs, all describing feelings I’ve shared but not acted upon for far too long.”

You stared at him in shock, mouth slightly agape as you processed his words. “Can I use that?” You finally asked.

Loki laughed fondly, reaching a hand out to lightly trace your lips with his thumb. “Only if you kiss me.”

Throwing caution into the wind, you leaned forward to press your lips onto his. He cradled your face in his hands, humming in satisfaction. He kissed you as though it was as natural as breathing, like it was something he’d done his whole life. You placed your hands on his shoulders, chasing his lips with your own.

He pulled away, put reconnected his lips to your neck, instead. You sighed in content as he kissed the curve of your neck, trailing his lips over your shoulders. “Loki,”

“Yes, my darling?” He purred against your skin.

“You never told me what you thought about my confession idea.” You pointed out. “Should I go with it?”

He chuckled, meeting your eyes, desire permeating his gaze, a teasing grin tugging at the corners of his lips. His smile faltered upon seeing your expression. “Oh, you’re serious.”

“Of course I am! I need your feedback.”

Loki sighed, collecting you in his arms and pulling you into his body. “It’s brilliant. You’re brilliant, and while I adore you, I don’t think I shall ever be able to forgive you for ruining such a lovely moment.”

You squirmed, but made no real attempt to escape his embrace. “You knew what you were signing up for.”

He hummed, burying his nose in your shoulder and breathing you in deeply. “Of course I did. Now I beg of you, let me have this.”

You laughed as he leaned forward, carefully closing your laptop sitting on the coffee table. You settled against him, “Fine by me.”

“Thank you,” Loki croaked, voice thick with emotion. His face was still hidden in his shoulder. 

It was too much for him, you realized with a jolt. He’d been so lonely, so convinced he was undeserving of love that he could scarcely believe you returned his feelings. He was brimming with over a thousand years worth of verbal abuse and alienation, of course he was getting emotional over this.

You felt the first tears wet your shoulder while you watched Loki with concern. He’d dealt with too much. There had been too many people in his life that had contributed to his suffering. Too many how had told him he wasn’t good enough. Too many who had physically hurt him. Now he needed someone to hold him while he cried. Someone who would touch him and love him carefully and tenderly, and tell him just how special he is. Just how loved he is.

So you did just that.

[liesoverthec]

OG 911 Character Details from Canon Pt 2

Hi y’all I’m back! I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who reblogged the last details post - I sort of just thought people would like it and it would die, so to see it travel and hopefully reach more writers was so great so thank you again!

Details under the cut since I went a little crazy 😅 and if this is your first time seeing this, the first part, and any future parts, can be found under this tag here!

Quick note before I get to the details - always, ALWAYS take details from dialogue or plot over details from the set or props if they contradict each other. The writers have the ultimate say over what happens on the show/for the characters, so whatever they say goes, even if it goes against something props has already laid down (eg, Chim’s birthday, sorry Libra crew. He’s an Aries or a Pisces). So keep that in mind for the future in case some of these details I have which are from props/set are changed in the future, or if you’ve noticed something yourself!

Also if you have questions, I am MORE than happy to answer them, although if you leave them in the tags on this post I’m probably gonna lose them, so if it’s something you’d genuinely like an answer to, drop it in my inbox! Besides my standard “ask” tags, I’m also tagging asks about canon details with this tag here. Every time I make a big post like this, I’m going to link all the asks I’ve gotten since the last post, but if you’re looking for more info in the mean time, that’s the other spot to look!

Buck has a grill on his patio.

Eddie doesn’t hang Christopher’s art on the fridge - instead it is either hung on the corkboard in Chris’ room to the left of the door, or Eddie puts it in an actual frame and hangs it using a hammer/nails in Christopher’s room. All the Diaz family has on their fridge is a bunch of bendy people magnets. (I absolutely ADORE him putting all this effort into treating Christopher’s art like it’s something you’d buy from a professional artist).

Info on everyone’s ages can be found here. (Little more discussion of Chim’s situation here).

Albert has a bachelor’s degree! I don’t know in what though, except that it’s some field for which is a Master’s is useful.

Athena was in a sorority in college, Delta Sigma Theta. Their website describes them as “ ...a sisterhood comprised primarily of Black, college-educated women ... [that] considers the issues impacting the Black community and boldly confronts the challenges of African Americans and, hence, all Americans ”, which I love for Athena, and feel is very in-character for her at that time in her life!

Chim is an aviators dude. When he wears sunglasses, they’re always aviators.

Athena also wears nothing but aviators.

Bobby wears square aviators.

Eddie, on the other hand, always wears Wayfarers.

Buck either doesn’t really like sunglasses or he constantly forgets he owns them, since we’ve only seen him wear them once in 60 eps, in a move I’m pretty sure was ONLY for dramatic effect.

Hen’s sunglasses change style over the seasons like her regular glasses do, but she tends to like browline sunglasses.

Info on Christopher’s school can be found here!

There are two colors of dispatch polo, and there doesn’t seem to be any rhythm or reason for who wears what. Maroon - Maddie and Linda. Blue - Josh and May. Jamal has actually worn both maroon and blue, so it doesn’t seem to be TOTALLY set in stone although I’ve never seen anyone else switch. Sue is too badass to wear a dispatch shirt.

Both Bobby and Eddie drive 4 door pickups. Bobby’s is navy. Eddie specifically has a black, 2020 GMC Denali 1500 pickup truck (in case you want to specifically look up what the inside of it looks like or what features it has 😂)

Info on the 118’s medical certifications can be found here.

Correction to Eddie’s living situation from last post: no next door neighbors, but instead UPSTAIRS neighbors. (Pointed out by Abigail in this ask). Also since someone else was wondering the notes of the last post - no, there is absolutely no discussion on the show of whether or not Eddie rents the apartment or owns it. But based on the fact that it’s 1) LA and 2) an apartment, my guess would be he rents it.

When Maddie isn’t feeling like herself, she tends to straighten her hair rather than curl it. It seems to be more when she’s uncertain about her place in her own and other people’s lives, rather than just when she’s simply worried - eg it’s straight in 2B, when she’s uncertain if she wants to continue working as a dispatcher/is unsure about her relationship with Chim.

For work, Chim, Eddie and Buck all use black duffel bags with a LAFD patch on the top. Hen uses several different cute bags, and Bobby seems to have a plain black duffel bag.

Watches - Bobby, Athena, Chim, Hen and Buck all wear their watch on their left wrist (but Athena ONLY wears hers for work, she takes it off at home.) Eddie wears his on his right wrist, and Maddie doesn’t wear one.

Chim (and Maddie by default) literally still have the exact same couch as in the pilot. (Which means that Chim has cuddled Tatiana on that couch, AND Albert has had sex on it. TIME TO GET A NEW ONE, BUCKLEY-HANS 😂)

The 118 has five different rigs - the engine (E118), the ladder truck (T118), two ambulances and the captain’s truck. 95% of the time, when the team is chilling in the cab of a rig and chatting (eg the ‘stuck under a live telephone pole’ scene in Jinx), they’re in the engine, not the truck. (Which I personally learned recently are NOT interchangeable terms!)

Athena and Michael got married when Athena was 37.

If you’d like to give Maddie a full name beyond “Maddie”, you should use Madeline. (I know, I know, in 4x04 she says Maddie is the name on her birth certificate, and that you should never use props details if they contradict script details, but I always thought that was a super weird exchange in 4x04 which could be explained by Maddie getting a nickname since she was born when Margaret and Phillip, you know, actually loved their kids and showed it, so of course Buck doesn’t get one, and in 4x04, Maddie was trying to avoid the entire issue of why she got one and Buck didn’t. But! Do what you want, and use Madeline as the full version of Maddie if you’d like, since that’s what’s on the BOLO in 2x13 😂)

Athena’s call sign is 727 L30, but she doesn’t have a specific squad car - the number changes throughout the series.

Chim really likes chewing gum, but he’s the only one out of the entire family!

The station has an Xbox One S, and it’s white.

In the real LAFD, there are stations 1 through 114. To avoid confusion while filming on the streets (I’m assuming), our fictional LAFD never uses the number of a real station. So if you want another station for a fic, and you want something that would be real in OUR universe, use the numbers 115 and above. They’ve gone as high as 221 in our universe.

Battalions - station 118 is in Battalion 7, which is also not a battalion in real Los Angeles. The 118 has interacted w/ Battalion 1, which is a real battalion, but other ‘non-real which makes them more likely for our universe’ battalions include numbers: 3, 8, 13, 16, 19 and above.

S1 Buck knew the term Jedi, but based on context, didn’t understand AT ALL the context provided by Star Wars, so there’s another edge of his pop culture limits for you.

Chim is the most tech-savvy out of everyone, hands down.

Athena has a VERY active Twitter account.

Abuela’s house number is 8902. I don’t have a street name for you unfortunately though. :/

Athena’s favorite flowers are white roses. None of the other women are really flower people.

Michael likes to wear purple.

When they’re at a call, Buck does pretty much all of the stuff with the hammer and the saw. Eddie does all the work needed with the drill.

Harry goes to Meadowbrook Elementary.

Buck lives on the fourth floor of his apartment building, across the hall from Apt. 416. The lovely @lovelessmotel found this listing for what is more or less the apartment. What happened was: the set crew rented this apartment for the one episode at the end of s2 when Buck moved in, and then over the summer before s3 built their own set of it, and changed some things - eg giving him an island, and moving the sink to a second counter against the far wall, you can see the changes here in this amazing gif set by the awesome Austen, but the listing should let you click around a little more upstairs and figure out dimensions better than what the show provides!

When Athena and Hen go out to eat together, it’s always fast food burgers and fries.

Waffles are Athena’s favorite food, and tiramisu is her favorite dessert.

Every takeout we’ve seen Buck eat has always been in a Chinese food takeout container, and we know he likes Thai food the best. EXCEPT! The one time we see him eat takeout with Eddie and Christopher, they have pizza. So take from that what you will......

Eddie has a cell phone and a landline.

Chim is a shameless multiple texter.

Chim and Bobby sleep closest to the door in their respective bedrooms (both right side of the bed if you are standing at the foot, facing the headboard), and Athena and Maddie sleep furthest away from the door (left side).

Some canon last names for other firefighters at the station in case you wanna add more people to a fic - Mitchell, Sanchez, Serrano (woman), Porter, Meyers (woman), Maxwell, Voyta

Hen and Karen really love decorating their house with dark/red wood.

Karen is Mommy and Hen is Mama.

Bobby has a brother, and a grandmother, and that’s literally ALL we know about his family outside of Marcy and the kids.

Evidence points to Eddie being the oldest child in his family.

Karen has multiple brothers (no sisters), but no idea how many - just that one of them is named Trey, and one of them lives in LA and has kids. They might be the same brother and they might not be.

Both Hen and Athena are only children.

Athena has been on the police force for 30 years.

Christopher and Denny are the same age (born in 2011), and Harry is two years older than them.

Michael lives in apartment 308.

The bank in this universe is CalAm.

Hen and Karen have a picture of Denny, May and Harry on their fireplace mantel.

Eddie having a black thumb + a lot of plants in his living room = him buying fake plants bc he likes the aesthetic ™ or someone (cough Carla cough) is taking care of them for him.

The COVID timeline in OG’s universe is fucked up compared to the real world’s, so it shouldn’t be used as a way to measure time! They just throw it in wherever it makes sense for the story they want to tell (eg the vaccines in s4 ep 8), since s3 was both done before COVID hit but also airing while it was happening. It makes absolutely no sense for May to graduate in March nor for Chris to be going to what is specifically labeled summer camp, and the vaccine plotline was INCREDIBLY early, even for real life, so don’t use anything from that as a measure of time. I’ve found except in specific examples, eg the two tsunami episodes, it’s very safe to say every episode covers a week - fall holidays on the show line up with their real life counterparts, indicating about the same amount of time is passing for us and them.

On that note - Jee-Yun was born in late January, early February 2021. (Conceived in Pinned, which was end of March/beginning of April, meaning Maddie was around a month along at May’s graduation in May ➡ 42 weeks + 3 days from then = late Jan/early Feb. Which unfortunately means we most likely won’t see her birthday celebrated on screen. If we assume she was conceived on the date Pinned aired, aka the very sexy hotel scene, then January 21st or 22nd would be Jee’s birthday, depending on if she was born after midnight or not.

Buck has had at least one other Jeep between the one Maddie gave him, and the one he has now, which means that when he needs a new car, he is purposefully choosing Jeeps.

I hope this was all as interesting/enjoyable to you as it was to me! And just to repeat - I love answering questions so pls let me know if you have any at all ❤

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