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sinner-as-saint · 2 years

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‘Tis the damn season

Stucky x Reader

Run-through: What you, Steve and Bucky have, started out as a purely transactional relationship - powerful businessmen who needed a little fun and someone to spend their money on. But now after a while, it turned into so much more. The guys noticed that too, and they decided to do something about it and bring it up while all three of you are spending the holidays in a cabin up on the top of an icy mountain

Themes: smut, fluff, threesome

a/n: hi my little sinners!! also i’m drunk, merry christmas

A sudden, heavy warmth woke you up.

You sighed in delight when you realized that it was a warm, muscular body pressing into your back as you slept. A pair of lips kissing your shoulder while a pair of wandering hands touched you everywhere.

“Wake up, baby girl.” A deep voice whispered into your ear, kissing and nibbling on your earlobe. You felt all the butterflies in your tummy at the sound of that.

You smiled sleepily, eyes still closed as you leaned back more into his chest and whispered, “Hi Buck.”

He nuzzled your neck, kissing and biting and nibbling until you opened your eyes and finally turned to face him. “I missed you so much, baby. Still jet lagged?”

You murmured you missed him too and nodded, “Just tired, and a headache which refuses to go away.”

As soon as you said that, you heard another voice scoff from the other side of the room. You turned to look and found Steve leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom door, shirtless. He shook his head disapprovingly and said, “It’s almost like all that could’ve been avoided if you’d travel with us in the private plane, in much more comfort.”

You sighed, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. You were wearing one of Steve’s t-shirts as PJs. “I keep telling you. You guys are always photographed when you’re out, and if we’re seen to be traveling together to a place like this then…” You trailed off, sighing, “It’ll draw too much attention to your private lives. Won’t people wonder what the three of us are? You said it yourselves, you didn’t like the media knowing too much about your private lives. Let alone your sugar baby.”

Due to that reason, you insisted that the guys reached the cabin a few days before you did. Flying together was not an issue, the problem was being caught - by paparazzi who almost always swarmed the two businessmen. If you were to be photographed together, it would spark rumors and gossip and headlines in the tabloids which you were almost certain the guys didn’t like.

Steve rolled his eyes while Bucky sat up next to you and pulled you into his arms. You didn’t miss the look they shared for a brief moment. “It’s alright, baby.” Bucky whispered, “We’re gonna nurse you back to health in no time.” He kissed down your neck while his hands caressed your exposed thighs. “You know the best cure to jet lag?”

You leaned your head back onto his shoulder, closing your eyes, “Lots of naps?”

“No.” He mumbled, bringing his hands further up your legs.

“Tea?” You said, almost moaning at how slowly he caressed your skin.

“No, even better.” He said, slipping his hand in between your legs, cupping your bare, already wet cunt, “Orgasms. Lots of them.”

You gasped as he slowly slipped two fingers inside of you, stroking your walls gently. You were whining in pleasure as you felt the bed dip in front of you. Opening your eyes, you found Steve kneeling in between your parted legs, looking down to where Bucky has his fingers buried deep inside you.

Steve looked up into your eyes and you saw the hunger in them, “We were miserable up here without you for three whole days.” He said.

You chuckled, but it ended up in a moan as Bucky’s thumb started slowly rubbing your clit. Still, struggling to breathe right you said, “I’m sure you were alright. You can barely keep your hands off each other on most days.”

Bucky said, his fingers moving faster in and out of you, “You’re right, we fucked in almost every room in the cabin. Especially on this very bed.” He leaned down to murmur in your ear, “We both came so hard, whispering your name each time.”

The mental image of that made you let out a moan, squirming on Bucky’s lap as you thrust your hips forward into his hand. Steve, meanwhile, lifted your shirt up to your chin and leaned over you to take one of your nipples in his mouth while fondling the other with his warm hand. His soft, yet steamy touch made you arch your back in pleasure.

“Oh please…” You begged, “Please make me come, it’s been so long. Please.”

They both chuckled. “So you did listen.” Bucky pointed out. “Such a good girl. Did you hear that, Steve? Our girl obeyed for once and didn’t touch herself while we were away from her.” He pressed a kiss to the side of your temple, his fingers making you moan louder and louder each time they slid in and out of you.

Steve lightly bit down on your nipple, making you whine louder. Pulling away for a brief moment he whispered, “Good girl.”

Your walls clenched around Bucky’s fingers and he sped up even more when he felt it. “Come on baby, come for us. You know you want to.” He urged, “It’s been so long, hasn’t it?” He cooed into your ear. “Come for us, baby girl. Make it good, come on.”

And just like that, with Bucky finger-fucking you and Steve sucking and nibbling shamelessly on your tits, you came around Bucky’s fingers, moaning loudly as you did. Your body writhing in between them, back arching off of Bucky’s chest.

“That’s a good girl,” Steve murmured, reaching up to press his lips to yours, swallowing your quiet moans as he did. “Now come on, breakfast is ready.”

You smiled against his lips, “Give me a few minutes, I’ll be downstairs in a bit.”

He winked at you, kissed you again then got out of bed and left the room. You got off Bucky’s lap and gave him a kiss as well before walking into the bathroom. After a much needed shower and after getting ready for a cozy day, you walked downstairs and walked down the corridor to the kitchen.

And what awaited you there was quite the sight: Bucky pinned to the refrigerator by Steve who had his tongue shoved into his mouth, making the former moan and groan against his mouth. You leaned against the wall, quietly watching them with a dirty smirk on your face. God, there was something so satisfying in watching them both making out so recklessly. Both of them shirtless, their muscular bodies rubbing against each other. All golden, smooth skin and strained moans and their rash movements; desperately trying to touch and feel each other as best they could.

But then, as Steve was kissing down his neck, Bucky’s eyes met yours. He smirked, knowing damn well what they were doing to you. When he let out a deep chuckle, Steve stopped and pulled away. He turned to look at you, his lips equally as swollen and soft as Bucky’s, “Like what you see, baby?” He teased.

You gave him an innocent smile, “Oh don’t stop on my account. Please, continue. Just pretend I’m not even here.” You said, but they had both already untangled from one another, both reaching for you instead. You let them drag you closer, eventually trapping you in between their warm bodies again. “Fuck,” You whispered, “Why are you guys always so warm?” You almost moaned again as they both caressed your body wherever they could reach.

Bucky was the first one to pull away from the steamy, 3-way makeout, “Come on, you need to eat, baby. We can play later.” He whispered into your ear, pulling you out of Steve’s arms and helping you up on the stool at the breakfast counter.

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After breakfast, you ended up taking another rather long nap on the couch. When you woke up, your feet - now in soft, fuzzy socks - were in Steve’s lap. And he was sipping on whiskey while typing on his phone. You didn’t move immediately, you just stayed still and admired the beauty that was Steve Rogers.

You still remembered the first day you met him and Bucky; a friend introduced you to them at a party and you began talking. As the conversation flowed effortlessly, Steve decided he didn’t want to beat around the bush anymore. So they both laid it out pretty clearly in front of you; they were looking for a sugar baby, and you could definitely use the money. You agreed, and several months later, here you were now.

“Hey, pretty blue eyes,” You called out, your voice a little groggy after your nap. Steve turned to face you with a soft smile which melted your heart. “Where’s the other one?” You asked, yawning and sitting up so you could be closer to his warm body.

“Right here.” You heard Bucky’s voice speak up from somewhere. You searched for him and found him by the fireplace, feeding more wood into the fire to keep the house warm. “Doing the hard work, as always.”

“Oh shut up.” Steve groaned playfully at him as he reached out and pulled you into his arms and kissed you so hard you forgot your own name for a moment there. “Hi baby.” He whispered against your lips once you pulled away to breathe.

“Hi,” You whispered, giggling. “I feel so much better.” You said, snuggling closer into his warm embrace. “So warm,” You mumbled, nuzzling Steve’s chest while he chuckled looking down at you.

You heard Bucky sigh from the other side of the room. “It’s warmer here, just saying.”

You looked up and found him lounging lazily on the large, white and fluffy rug in front of the fireplace. He patted the spot next to him. You were out of Steve’s embrace and running towards Bucky in less than a second.

You jumped into his arms and he caught you perfectly. “Hey Princess,” He murmured, nuzzling your neck and playfully biting it.

You giggled in his arms, squirming as he lazily tickled your sides. And soon, Steve joined the two of you on the rug with a playful smirk on his face and mischief in his eyes.

Soon you found yourself right in between them; Steve was behind you while Bucky in front. Bucky gripped your hips and settled your body right in between him and Steve. You could tell by the look in their eyes that they couldn’t wait for both of them to fuck you at the same time.

After all, you’d rarely go days without being in bed together. You could tell each of you were reaching their limit and you all just needed one another.

“You just can’t wait, can you babygirl?” Steve teased, biting down on your shoulder as he and Bucky slowly undressed you in front of the fire.

You whimpered, your core throbbing and sore but ready for them at the same time. Your heart raced in anticipation as you waited for them to finally fill you up. “Please,” you murmured once you were completely naked in between the two of them.

You were desperate, and so were they given that Steve already had a bottle of lube in his pocket. Any other time and you would’ve teased him for it, but not now. Not when you were dripping wet and hungry for them.

Steve slid inside of you first after he lathered his cock with the lube and toyed with your hole for a bit, pushing his thick cock slowly into your hole and he had you whimpering and moaning in no time.

You whimpered and you leaned forward and rested your forehead on Bucky’s shoulder to steady yourself, but before you could catch your breath and adjust to Steve’s size, Bucky guided his cock over to your folds and pushed himself into you as well. They both groaned once they were inside you and they didn’t have it in them to be slow and gentle.

“Fuck… we missed you so much, baby,” Bucky murmured, once he was fully inside of you. “Missed this tight little cunt so much.”

You moaned as you felt your holes stretching with both of their cocks inside of you and you felt so full that you could barely talk. You gripped Bucky’s shoulders and tilted your head back to lean against Steve.

“So fucking good …” Steve whispered against your skin as he nuzzled the crook of your neck. They both had their arms around you, holding you up.

They moved fast, in and out of you until they found a rhythm which worked for all of you. Your moans, your gasps, the way you clenched around them only made them want to please your body even more. Your walls clenched equally tight around each of them and the wet sounds your bodies made got drowned out by the crackling sound of the fire.

Steve carefully bit down on your shoulder, whispering how good you felt while his arm tightened around you and he firmly placed his palm against your abdomen, right above your core. He could feel each one of Bucky’s thrust and the bulge which formed each time Bucky’s thick cock filled you up. So did you, moaning at how full you felt with both their cocks moving in and out of you. It felt overwhelmingly good.

All you could focus on was their moans and their body heat as it wrapped around you. The sounds of their rapid breaths, their groans and grunts.

“Come for us, babygirl. Come on.”

They both moved perfectly against you, your heart beats and breaths in sync.

“Come on, be a good girl and come.”

You felt the pressure growing in between your legs again, and you could no longer hold it back anymore. You were sensitive and needy. You felt your walls clenching around both of them, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head while you came violently around both of them.

You cried out and whimpered as they kept going even after you came, pounding into you from both sides and chasing their own release. The sounds of the moans and grunts coming from them made your body tingle, and you throbbed still.

Steve came right after you with a loud moan. Bucky came after both of you, panting as he carefully slipped out of you, letting his cum drip down your skin again. You whimpered when Bucky pulled out of you, you felt his cum oozing out of your folds and dripping down your thighs.

Your body felt heavy and limp, so you just leaned back against Steve while Bucky kissed your lips roughly. You were sure you would be sore until tomorrow morning but it was so goddamn worth it.

—

After you calmed down, all three of you lying lazily on the rug, soaking in the warmth from the fire, Steve was the first one to speak up. “We needed to ask you something, baby.”

You frowned, given he sounded so serious. “Sure, what is it?”

He sent a look towards Bucky and they both inhaled rather nervously before looking at you with a look which you couldn’t quite understand. “So,” Bucky started, “You know, we work so well together, like, I mean the three of us. So we thought-,”

Steve cut him off. “We want you to be ours. As in a real relationship. One where we don’t have to hide, or keep secrets or be scared of cameras. A real thing. What do you think?”

You were stunned. “Okay… you want me as your girlfriend?”

“Yeah,” They both said at the same time, then turned to look at each other and sent each other faint, hopeful smiles.

“Or more, we’ll see as time goes.” Bucky reached out and caressed your cheek, scooting closer to you, “It’s been a long time coming. We were driving each other insane trying to figure out when to talk to you about this. Besides, we’re so good together. Aren’t we, baby?”

You melted under his touch as you nodded. “Yeah, I… I suppose I saw it coming as well. I love you both, so much.”

“Perfect then, baby. I guess, when we go home after New Year’s we could make it public. You know, social media and all.” Steve said, always the one to see things from a bigger picture. “Won’t that be good, baby? We won’t have to hide anymore.”

You smiled and nodded, your heart fluttering at how they no longer wanted to keep you a secret. “We get to live in our secret little bubble till New Year’s then?”

“Yup,” Bucky answered, already so excited for this upcoming new chapter. “Until then, we’re not sharing you with anyone.”

You giggled when he showered your face with kisses. “Okay, okay,” You managed to get out of his grip and turned to Steve for protection. He engulfed you in a bear hug and nuzzled your neck, a habit of his which you’d grown to love. “We still need to decorate the cabin.” You said.

They both groaned. “We’re grown men, babe please.” Bucky muttered.

You frowned, standing up and grabbing a nearby shirt to put on. “Oh stop your theatrics both of you, now get up and help me make this place more christmassy! As boyfriends, it’s your job to bring the tree in. Now come on, move your lovely asses and let’s get this place ready for Christmas!”

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a/n: I absolutely did not proofread this, merry christmas my darlings!

#stucky x reader #stucky x reader smut #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #marvel au

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genevievemd · 3 years

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The Year Between (11/?)

December 17th - Charity Case

Book: Open Heart: Third Year Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Genevieve McClure) Word Count: 2707 Rating: T Category: Fluff, Extended Series: WIP, AU Series, Trope(s): and they were at a gala/fundraiser, and one of them was protective

Summary: ~Series: Following their engagement, Ethan and Gen navigate the year between the ring and wedding. ~ Chapter: A charity gala for Caroline Blooms foundation isn’t without it’s vipers.

Warnings: cursing

A/N: I had so many ideas for this chapter that just didn’t work, and idk how I feel about the final product, but whatever. Here we are.

Also, I’m being lazy and not proof reading. YOLO

December Part 1A ~ December Part 2A ~ December Part 2 ~ TYB Masterlist

Ch. 1 ~ Ch. 2 ~ Ch. 3 ~ Ch. 4 ~ Ch. 5 ~ Ch. 6 ~ Ch. 7 ~ Ch. 8 ~ Ch 9 ~ Ch. 10

Friday, December 17th

5:33 PM

Ethan paces around their apartment, all nerves and annoyance. A charity gala for Caroline Bloom’s foundation is decidedly not what he wants to be doing on a Friday night, but he has no choice. Becoming chief means rubbing elbows with potential donors and talking up the hospital with people he’d rather avoid.

Not to mention, being in the same room as Leland Bloom is making the night even less appealing.

He still hasn’t forgiven the man for what he put Genevieve through, and he probably never will. No matter how many times Gen has begged him to move on and let it go, he can’t.

It’s possibly one of the many reasons why his wife is a far better person than he. Gen is willing to forgive, hand out second chances to those undeserving. Ethan is not.

Especially not to someone who has wronged his wife.

The phone in his hand buzzes, alerting him of their car arriving downstairs.

“G, sweetheart, the car is here.” He calls into the bedroom, riddled with anticipation to see what her dress looks like.

She’s stunningly beautiful no matter what she wears, but there’s something about her dressed in an elegant gown that always gets to him. Perhaps it’s because it reminds him of Miami. Their first formal event together, which led to their first kiss, and the beginning of their love story.

“Can you zip me up?” Gen walks out of their bedroom and he lets out a breath of wonder. She’s a vision in red lace, hair up in a braided crown, eyes sparking under black mascara.

She’s his goddess of beauty. His personal Aphrodite.

“I am the luckiest man alive.” Ethan smiles at her, kissing her cheek before pulling up the zipper. His free hand lingering on her waist.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Doctor Ramsey.” Gen turns around, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“It’s a shame I have to share you with a room full of narcissistic elitists.”

“True, but only you get to have me on your arm all night.”

“A privilege I cherish, believe me.” Ethan closes the small space between them, leaning down to press his lips to hers.

6:27 PM

Leave it to the Blooms to have a red carpet at a fundraiser. A row full of society page reporters and paparazzi.

After what felt like hours, though in reality it was only twenty minutes, her and Ethan had finally gotten through the crowd. Making their way to the Guastavino Room at The Boston Public Library.

“Oh, it’s beautiful.” Gen smiles, arm wrapped tightly around Ethan.

The large room is bathed in blue lights and flowers, Christmas trees and candelabras.

It’s an elegant winter wonderland.

“Do you know what table we’re at?” Gen looks up at Ethan, taking a glass of champagne from the waiter at the door.

“Four. We’re sitting with Naveen, Harper, Tobias and Camila.”

“Fun.”

“Not really.” Ethan grumbles, pulling her towards their table at the front of the room.

“Are we the only ones from Edenbrook?”

“No. If I’m not mistaken, Thorne, Calais, your friend Ben, and a few others are here as well. Different table.”

“Wait, if Ben hadn't broken up with Sienna last month, she’d be here? That’s sad.”

“Am I not good enough company, rookie?” Ethan raises an eyebrow at her, smirking as he pulls out a chair for her to sit.

“You’re too grumpy.”

“I am not.” He rolls his eyes before taking the seat beside her. “I’m already dying to leave.”

“See, dramatic and grumpy.”

Gen leans over to kiss his cheek, a delicate hand brushing against his stubbled jaw. “It’s okay, I love you anyway.”

“Lucky me.” He teases back, blue eyes twinkling under the Christmas lights.

“We should probably go mingle, make your introductions as future chief.”

“If we must, but you better stay right by my side.” Ethan stands from the table, offering her his hand.”

“Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

7:55 PM

She’s kept a watchful eye on him for the bar, waiting for Ethan to give her the look.

The rescue me look.

Gen takes her glass from the bartender with a quiet thank you, moving to the side to let others get their own drinks.

Taking a sip of her champagne, Gen smiles to herself, catching Ethan laughing with Harper and Naveen.

“Have you met his fiancée?” An elderly woman in green speaking from behind her, whispering to an unknown companion.

“Not formally, but I did see them walk in. She is way too young for him.” The other responds, not bothering to whisper.

Gen takes a breath, intrigued by whatever gossip the two are spreading. If Ethan were with her, he’d surely tease her for eavesdropping. But she can’t resist. Idle gossip between Boston’s 1% is too entertaining to ignore.

“Hard to fathom that he’d pick her over Harper Emery.”

There’s a pit in her stomach as the woman’s words sink in. They weren’t talking about some random gold digger, they were talking about Gen and Ethan.

“I heard she seduced him right out from under Harper’s nose. Like some kind of home-wrecking whore.”

“He’s a fool to fall for it.”

“Young doe eyes will bend the will of any man. Did you see her dress? She’s wearing red like Harper.”

She should walk away, ignore their hateful words and return to Ethan, but something has cemented her feet to the marble floor, keeping her in place.

They have to know Gen is standing a few feet away. If the two women had seen her walk in with Ethan, then they’d surely have recognized her at the bar.

And maybe that’s why they started their conversation. They knew Gen was right there and drew pleasure from the pain and humiliation they caused.

“If she’s trying to upstage her, the child is failing miserably.”

“True.” They share a giggle, like bullies in the school yard.

“Her dress is quite possibly the most hideous thing I’ve ever seen. Ethan Ramsey’s charity case couldn’t hold a candle to Harper Emery.”

“I give their marriage two years tops before Ramsey comes to his senses and goes back to Harper.”

“I look forward to the day. I always love watching a social climber fall.”

They walk away with another laugh, uncaring of the pain they caused.

She shouldn’t let their words affect her, the two women know nothing about Gen’s marriage to Ethan. They’re idle observers looking through discolored glasses.

But the comparison to Harper cuts deeper than she’d like. It's one thing to be made fun of for a dress, and another to be put up against your fiancé’s ex. Who’s a beautiful and smart neurosurgeon.

Taking a breath, she shoots back the rest of her champagne and hurries back to Ethan’s side. His arm is around her the minute she steps into his space, without having to look away from his conversation. Like he sensed her coming, was patiently waiting for the moment she came back to his side.

Because regardless of what outsiders may say, it’s right where she belongs.

8:49 PM

“Christ, that man never stops talking.” Ethan settles back into his seat at the table, handing her the glass of champagne she’d asked for on his way back from talking to the Kenmore doctors.

“Was Doctor Williams really trying to tell you how to run the diagnostics department?” Gen giggles, turning in her seat to face Ethan completely. “Like you haven’t been doing it successfully for years? That’s ridiculous.”

“It would seem that narcissism is a required trait at Solomon Kenmore.”

“Must me, if they kept Landry.”

“The intern who betrayed you?”

“The one only.” Gen sighs, “I was looking around when you and Naveen went to mingle, he’s at one of the tables for Kenmore.”

“Did he say something to you? Where is he now?” He looks angry, frantically searching the crowded room.

“Down tiger. He didn’t see me, I saw him. No need to go to war.”

“Fine. But should he try to --”

“You’ll be the amazing man you are and defend my honor?” Gen leans in close, words whispered softly against his lips.

“Absolutely.” Ethan closes the miniscule amount of distance between them, kiss her softly.

9:32 PM

Were he at a function like this four years ago, he wouldn’t dare step foot on the dance floor. Ethan would be huddled in the corner, away from the crowd. Now, he’s dancing the night away, all because of Genevieve.

He couldn’t deny her when she’d asked four songs ago, and though he’d agreed begrudgingly, Ethan doesn’t feel an ounce of regret.

Because there is no better feeling than having her in his arms.

As the song changes, he looks around the large ballroom, observing.

As if it’s a reflex, he pulls Gen closer the moment his eyes land on the Blooms. They’re at the edge of the dance floor, standing what seems like miles apart, gloves on Caroline’s hands, and sad expressions on their faces.

The sight throws Ethan back to two years ago, with a hazmat suit and his world crumbling before him. Unable to tell Gen how deeply he loves her, unable to truly hold her. It makes moments like this all the more precious.

Makes him all the more grateful to have found a cure in time.

To have to live a life like the Blooms - be without her touch, the closeness they share - feels like a fate worse than death.

Perhaps that was why Gen was able to forgive Leland so quickly. She saw the pain their boss endures every day, and knew his most vile and cruel actions were fueled by the agony of being separated from his wife.

Ethan suspects he too would be a different man were he and Gen in their position. He would be fueled with anger to, at the world, at the doctors who treated her. Even with the knowledge that there was nothing they could do to change things.

All logic and reason falls away when it comes to the woman he loves.

“Hey, you okay?” Gen’s voice lifts him from his thoughts, green eyes shining up at him with worry.

“Of course, love.” Ethan kisses her forehead, the hand on her back pulling her even closer. “I was thinking about how much I love you.”

“Liar. You looked sad.” Gen tilts her head with a frown, the hand that’s resting on his shoulder coming to his cheek. The back of her hand caressing his face.

“I saw the Blooms and though of that night. That’s all.”

“Oh, breaks my heart for them.”

Ethan hums in agreement, leaning down to rest his forehead against hers. Her sigh tugs at his heart, so quiet and soft. As if the simple act makes her the happiest woman on Earth.

“I love you, so much, Gen. I don’t think I could ever truly express how much.”

“You don’t have to because I can feel it. Every day, you show me. And I love you, just as much.”

He can’t help the smile that spreads across his face. It matches hers.

Smiles they’ll have for a lifetime.

9:57 PM

Three minutes to ten and Caroline has yet to make a speech. It’s the only thing that's keeping them from leaving, both Gen and Ethan ready to make their escape. Four hours of interactions with the worst of Boston’s social scene has them exhausted. And avoiding Landry Olsen and his attending was only adding to their fatigue.

“I’m giving them another thirty, and then you and I are going home.” Ethan sighs heavily, leaning back in his seat.

“You’re really gonna bail before your own boss’s speech? That’s a little rude, Ramsey.” A deep voice comes from over Ethan’s shoulder, both he and Gen turning to see a Kenmore attending and Landry Olsen.

“What are you doing over here, John?”

“Mingling, socializing, introducing my shining star pupil to Boston’s Elite.” John turns his attentions to Gen, eyeing her in a way that makes her skin crawl.

She’s read stories about John Williams, his womanizing ways and shady practicing. He’s exactly the kind of man Landry would attach himself to.

The less than honorable version of Ethan.

“Although, I’ve heard you already know my protégé, Doctor McClure.”

She flicks her eyes to Ethan, briefly, seeing his nostrils flare in anger and his eyes grow dark.

“We were interns together.”

“That’s no the whole story. Olsen, here, told me all about you.”

“Walk away, John.” Ethan inches closer to Genevieve, as if to shield her from whatever bile is about to leave John’s mouth.

“Oh, come on, Ramsey. There’s no shame in admitting the truth. You were fucking an intern, we’ve all done it.” John winks, amused, with Landry standing silently beside him. “Of course, not all of us rigged a competition for the intern, but --” John stops as Ethan stands. The legs of the chair scraping against the floor with the force he used to stand.

“Watch your words.” Ethan speaks through gritted teeth, fists clenched at his sides.

“Touchy. Feeling some guilt? You know, I heard from some Kenmore wives that you cheated on Harper with --”

That’s all it takes for Ethan to snap, grabbing John by the collar of his tux.

“Ethan.” Gen reaches over, a gentle hand on his arm.

“I won’t let him spread rumors like this about you.”

“E, don’t cause a scene.” Tobias walks back to the table, Naveen and Harper right behind him.

“Shut it, Carrick.” Ethan looks over his shoulder quickly, then back at John. Anger pouring out of him.

It’s rare to see him this angry, this ready to resort to violence.

“Babe, let him go. Let’s just walk away.” Gen keeps her voice calm, the hand that’s still on his arm squeezing gently.

That seems to pull him out of his fog of rage, letting John go with a shove.

Not letting anyone have to chance to respond, she quickly grabs Ethan’s hand. She leads him through the crowd to a private reading room, closing the door behind them.

“The fucking nerve of that guy. Who the hell does he think he is?” Ethan yells, huffing in anger as he paces around the small room. “And to call that moronic intern his shining star? He is the furthest thing from a star. Landry is incompetent, a danger to patients. He’s--”

“Insignificant.” Gen settles into one of the armchairs, a soft smile on her face.

“What?” Ethan whips around, face red and eyes full of confusion.

“Come here.” She pats the seat beside her own, taking his hand once he’s seated. “It doesn’t matter what they say or what they think.”

“Of course it matters, G. They’re spreading lies about you. Disgusting lies at that.”

“I know, but I don’t care.”

He looks at her, shocked. “How are you so calm?”

“Because their opinions don’t matter, nor do the opinions of those women. They don’t know me, or us. They can say whatever they want. At the end of the day, the only person's opinion that matters to me, is yours.”

Gen gets up from the chair, sitting in Ethan’s lap. His arms come around her, holding her tightly. She reaches for his bow tie, undoing it with a smile.

“You’re incredible.” He returns her smile, in awe of her.

She's come so far since August, since November even. No longer afraid of what others think. She’s confident and radiant. Secure in who she is and what they have together.

“We know the truth, our family and friends know the truth, even our boss knows. Let them think what they want.”

“I still don’t like it, G.”

“I know.” She takes his face in her hands, thumbs stroking his cheeks. “Let’s just go home, and forget about them.”

“Caroline still hasn’t given her speech.”

“I doubt she’ll notice our absence, babe.” Gen kisses him quickly, smiling. “Seriously, take me home. I want to spend the rest of tonight alone with you.”

“Gladly, my love.” Ethan stands, guiding her up with him. He takes her hand, kissing it as they make their way out of the room and out of the library completely.

A/N: Just wait until Janauary, when Landry interviews for the open DT spot. Ethan will have a lot to say lol.

Thank you guys for all the love and support. As some of you may know, I start school on the 31st, and my new job, so I may not be able to post as often as I’d like, but I promise to not abandon you or these two love birds. See you all later ❤️

Tagging seperetly because Tumbroke seems to like that better lately.

#ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc #open heart #oph au #open heart fanfiction #ethan x gen #the year between

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fromyourstrulyh · 3 years

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such an actress.

A/N: A gift from me to you. Not proofread. Enjoy. 💕

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“Y/N, love, thank you so much for coming over for dinner. I’m glad you had a wonderful time!” Anne exclaims.

You and Harry spent the night of your birthday at his mum’s in England, where she invited the two of you for dinner, a tradition the Styles family take very seriously. Anne insisted that you come too and, well, you simply couldn’t refuse an offer like that; meeting Anne and Gemma while feasting on foods that made your mouth water when you heard what was on the menu for the night. You were, quite frankly, more than satisfied and you couldn’t have asked for a better way to spend your birthday. Except you were feeling a bit homesick but you’re also grateful you spent some quality time with Harry and his family.

You were also craving for other things. Donned in his all black suit, a bit too formal for the occasion of having a simple dinner with his family on your birthday, formal casual was never his style. It was either formal or casual, there’s no in between. Seeing him all dressed up turned you on from the moment he showed up to your front door. Deep down, you wished you took him inside your place and let him have you the way he would see fit. But you knew he isn’t one to change plans so easily. So you thought to yourself that maybe you can get through the dinner without your thoughts becoming too spicy.

But then again, with him looking so deliciously handsome, you couldn’t help your thoughts. It was simple, really. Your mind went from thinking about how delicious the food Anne made was to how you want Harry to fuck you in the backseat of his car. More specifically, his white Mercedes convertible. You dreamt of it for so long but you could never admit it to Harry. But hey, one can dream, right?

“Of course! I enjoyed dinner. I really appreciate it.” You immediately reply.

“‘S not a problem, really! I appreciate your help in the kitchen too. Harry almost never helps me out which is a bummer.”

At that, you chuckle to yourself knowing damn well the reason he didn’t want to is because he didn’t want anything (and you mean, anything) to ruin his suit. You can’t blame him for wanting to look so good for the night.

But right now, you just want him to take you in the backseat of the convertible. It’s just a matter of using the right strategy to get there but, let’s be honest, it doesn’t take a lot.

The moment you and Harry enter the car, you gently tug on the sleeve of his blazer to get his attention before your mouth meets his. He softly sighs against your lips before he kisses you back. You almost melt at the softness. It doesn’t take long before things become steamy.

You tug onto the lapels of his blazer to pull you closer while Harry wraps an arm around your waist to get you as close to him as you can be. You shiver at the cool outside breeze and the contrasting heat from his skin. Even the smallest touches makes your skin heat up and Harry knows just how powerful of an effect his touch can have. You feel his growing smirk against your lips, knowing exactly what he’s thinking.

“H, please, let’s go home.” You mutter after pulling away from him slightly to get some air.

“Mm, sounds like a lovely idea. Can’t wait to absolutely ruin you behind closed doors.”

You gasp at his words and the feeling of his hand gripping your hip. You feel some dampness in the apex of your legs, the excitement of him giving into your needs growing.

Harry pulls away from you completely and you feel almost touch starved. You just want his hands on you already and you don’t know if you can really wait until you get home, now that you think of it.

You feel dizzy, the lightheadedness is likely to come from the alcohol you consumed or the kiss you just shared. Regardless, you have never felt more ready to see where the night takes you. Once the two of you buckle up, Harry starts the car.

“Ready?”

It was such a simple question but it has so much meaning. Not finding it in you to reply, you simply nod. “Mhmm.”

Minutes have passed and the car ride so far was nothing but silent. It was a comfortable silence. It was peaceful yet you also feel the adrenaline rush coursing through your veins. The ever growing tension could be cut with a knife.

You clear your throat to get Harry’s attention once again. “You know, you never got me a present.” You say.

“A present? Well, there anything in particular you want for your birthday?”

For you to pull over and fuck me in the backseat, please.

“Erm...no. Nothing I can think of.”

“Well, if you think of anything, just let me know. Yeah?” He mumbles as he takes a hand from the steering wheel to hold your thigh.

It probably didn’t mean much but you feel yourself becoming tense. His hand is close to feeling your wetness. You hope he can’t tell.

Harry looks over again at you before he speaks up. “Everything okay?”

You try to play it cool before you reply “Yeah, all good.”

Silence.

“Actually, do you think you can pull over? There’s something I need you to do.”

“Now? Sure it can’t wait?” Harry inquires.

You nod your head a little too eagerly. “Alright. I’ll find somewhere safe to pull over.”

Another few minutes pass and the next thing you knew, you’re parked in an almost empty parking lot to a store that’s just about to close. Harry parks the car in an empty corner of the lot for a bit of privacy and to avoid any paparazzi lurking around to expose his whereabouts for the night.

“Alright, what did you ne—“

You interrupt his question just to tug him to you, crashing your lips onto his once again. It takes a second but after the initial shock has passed, Harry kisses you back with just as much fervor. The air around you almost immediately heats up despite it being cold outside and you can’t help but moan at the contrast of the heat and coolness around you.

You pull away from his lips to get some air, far enough to get some air but close enough that your lips are just barely ghosting over his.

“Backseat.” You whisper.

In record time, Harry opens the driver seat door and runs around to the passenger side to open the door for you. He puts out his hand for you to take. You accept it and the two of you make your way to the backseat after you leave the front of the car. In the midst of it all, he is still a gentleman.

The moment the door closes and Harry gets settled in the backseat with you on his lap, your knees pressing on either side of his thighs, you resume with your previous activities. With him below you, you realize you have the upper hand having just a bit more control. And with that in mind, you grind your pelvis on his to test the waters and he groans at the sensation. Today is one of the few occasions you’re grateful for wearing a dress, particularly the black satin dress Harry has been begging you to wear since the day he bought it for you. You were always hesitant to wear it considering it was something outside your comfort zone. But you’re so glad you decided to wear it today.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet. Can feel ya on my trousers.” Harry moans.

You don’t say anything back. Instead, you grind on him once more and you feel both of his hands grip your hips so that they hold still. His hold on your hips is so hard you already feel the bruises forming the next morning.

“This what you wanted? Hm? This why you wanted me to pull over?”

Not being able to form words, you nod your head vigorously. You dip your head down to place kisses on his neck. Before you know it, you feel a tug on your hair (which is conveniently put up in a ponytail), forcing you to make eye contact with Harry. You moan at the slight dominance he established over you.

“I’m going to ask you again. Is this why you wanted me to pull over?” Harry asks, voice deep and rough.

“Y-yes.” You whine. You watch as another smirk forms on his face. You crash your lips onto his for the thousandth time that night at the same time grinding yourself on him, letting him know exactly what you want.

“Mmm if only everyone knew how fuckkng filthy you are for me. So sweet when really you’re just on your knees like this, begging for my cock to be inside your pussy. My pussy.” He groans.

Not wanting to waste any more time, you drag your hands to the belt buckle of his pants, quickly unbuckling his pants.

Harry watches you adoringly as you hurriedly remove his belt and pull his pants down just enough to tug him out.

You hear him groan at the relief of not being constricted by his pants. You stroke his hard-on with your hand once, then twice. Harry whines impatiently, lifting his hips up to meet your hand to get more.

Before he can ask, you pull your black lace underwear to the side (which is soaked at this point). You line up his tip to your entrance, slowly taking him in inch by inch. You both sigh at the pleasure. Once Harry is completely buried in you and you’re sat comfortably on his lap, you lift your hips until the tip is just barely inside of you before sitting back down again.

“Oh...fuck...” you say. “Shit, feels so good.”

“Yeah? Feel so snug and warm. I could stay inside of yeh forever if I could.”

The combination of him inside you and his words made you shiver. Nothing but moans, Harry’s name, and profanities tumble out of your mouth, as if they’re the only words you know. You throw head back in pleasure and Harry takes the opportunity to bury his face into your neck, kissing your sweet spot there.

“Oh my...fuck yes Harry. Just like that, please. Best birthday present I could ever ask for.

“Yeah? Having my cock inside yeh? Was going to surprise you with your present at home but someone got too excited.”

You moan at the thought. “Mmm...I’m sorry I—I just thought you looked so fucking good tonight. I can’t help it. I need you.”

At this, you feel Harry move faster, thrusting in and out of you. Harry wraps his arms around you to hold you still while he thrusts his hips up into you. The feeling makes you groan louder and louder, not giving any care in the world if any outsiders hear you. It’s the last thing on your mind: worrying if you could be heard.

You feel one of Harry’s hands makes its way up to your shoulder, tugging on the strap of your dress. You shiver when you realize he pulled down the top of dress enough for one of your bare breasts to be exposed to the outside cool air, making your nipple harden. You feel his mouth travel down to your collarbone, placing a kiss there, before finally reaching your chest, taking your exposed nipple in hi mouth.

Looking up at you, he tugs your hair once more, making your eyes once again meet his. The sensation of him inside you, thrusting in and out, and the intense eye contact is making your stomach coil, a telltale sign that you are close to coming. You gasp when you feel his fingers pinch your nipple.

“C-close. I’m so close. I’m going to cum, Harry. Please let me cum.”

Harry speeds up his thrusts, getting you closer and closer to crashing down from your release. You focus on getting yourself to your release but you just needed one more push.

As if he read your mind, Harry drags his hand that was on your chest down to the apex of your thighs, his slightly calloused fingertips meeting your clit. You jolt at the sensation of his fingers rubbing hard and fast circles on your clit, just where you need it.

“Cum.”

It was a simple command and it was all you needed to push yourself over the edge. Once you came down from your high, and you brought yourself back down to earth, the two of you just stayed there, in the backseat of the Mercedes. The white leather seats probably stained from the sex and sweat but neither of you caring. Just the two of you in each other’s arms, with your head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat rhythmically.

After a few moments, you remove your head from his chest to look up at him. You see him already looking down at you.

“Thank you.” You whisper, your voice coarse and dry.

“Mmm...you’re welcome,” he says as places a kiss on your forehead. “That was only a sneak peek. Your real present is waiting for you at home.”

#this is so unedited so sorry for any mistakes but i’m going proofreading this #harry styles au #harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader

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tasteofyizhan · 3 years

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Hi, I’ve been wondering this for a while... given how popular both GG and DD are, I would be really amazed if there were no pictures of them together taken by paparazzi or fans. But there seems to be none. I hate to say this but realistically there must be greedy people out there who would jump at profiting from selling their pictures to the media. And it seems that the rumors are that they interact with each other outside of their living space. Anyway, I was wondering what your thoughts were. Thanks!

Hi! I want to start this off by saying that this is fake, this is fanfiction, and is purely my personal opinion on the topic, so please don’t take this as fact. Other people may have a different take, and that’s perfectly fine - the only 2 people who really know what’s what are GGDD. The rest of us are mere spectators, trying to guess at the truth.

Now, with that said, I’m going to break this post into photos taken of them during the Untamed, and photos taken of them post-Untamed. Why? Because I think the amount of photos and BTS of taken during the filming of the Untamed have shaped people’s expectations on the amount of material that they expect to find on GGDD post-Untamed, and I want to talk a bit about why we should be happy that there isn’t more material on them post-Untamed.

So I think there’s some fandom consensus that whatever started between them really solidified/became serious when they began filming the Untamed. I say this because of some of the things that came out from the BTS - for example, the birthday BTS, and DD’s post the next day gives me a very strong impression that for him, at least, was when he had made up his mind about GG. So I’m going to hazard a guess and say that that was when they really decided how they wanted to take things forward.

Now, if we go by that timeline, there are plenty of pictures and videos of them, and all of those can be excused by the fact that they’re co-workers who have to work in close proximity with each other - literally, the very nature of their respective characters means that they share plenty of scenes. To me, this is the perfect cover for a budding relationship, where you can constantly be around and touch someone you’re interested in and pass it off as “guys being guys and hanging out and roughhousing”. So what I’m trying to get at is that there are tons of pictures of GGDD together during this time - just that it makes it harder for people to sort out whether it’s pictures of co-workers hanging out, or whether it’s something more. (I mean it’s easy for us, but that’s because we’re all clowns!)

However, there’s one set of photos that stick out to me, and that’s the Dragon Boat festival. You can read more about that here. I’m going to guess and say that that was probably the first time that GGDD was aware of the spotlight on them - the spotlight being the world outside the bubble of the Untamed set. Sure, there were cameras pointed at them all the time while they were on set, but that’s on set, where there’s an expectation that they would be filmed. This was the paps trying to catch DD on a date with his “girlfriend”, and finding GG there instead. Then after that, the Untamed blew up, and suddenly the whole world was looking at them. I don’t think anyone in the cast or crew expected to find this much level of success - yes, there was already a set fanbase from the books, but this not only turned out to be a massive hit in China, it also swept through Southeast Asia and even caught the attention of people halfway around the globe in America and Europe. Now, if the Dragon Boat photos had put them on alert, the resulting craze for the Untamed would only make them more wary.

The Untamed aired from June to August 2019. According to this incredible post, GGDD’s last joint interview was the Thailand fan meet in September 2019. That’s also the last time we have “good” BTS videos and photos of them - because any interactions between them could easily be explained away as them promoting the show. After that, with exception of when they meet at award shows or for official events, it seems like the amount of BTS photos and videos of them together abruptly drop off, so it’s natural that some fans wonder why it is, when they’re supposedly so close.

My guess is that post-Untamed, they’ve become much more aware of the number of eyes watching them. They know the lengths that some fans will go to, and they’re very careful to take precautions and surround themselves with people they know they can trust. And the lengths that they go to protect their privacy can be extreme - I’m linking to this old article to highlight that as far back as 2019, GG was already engaging in defensive tactics to try and avoid crazy fans. Last year, there was a period where they began adopting each other’s style to the point that on a casual glance, people mistook GG as DD and vice versa. There was some speculation that they did this on purpose so in the event that someone actually saw them, they would have assumed that it was actually the other person. (ie. if someone saw GG exiting DD’s hotel but dressed like how DD would have dressed, they would have assumed it was DD).

In addition, there were clips that showed how uncomfortable both of them were when they realised the full extent of how much BTS there was, and how much BTS had been released. If anything, that would probably only reinforce their need for discretion. Keep in mind that while China has decriminalised homosexuality, however, LGBT folk are still discriminated against. Any photos or videos of them that can’t be explained away would have a serious impact on their careers, so I’m not surprised that they’re now very careful about what they do and how they behave around each other publicly, which might be a stark contrast on how they used to behave around each other when filming the Untamed. You can see how stiff and formal they are around each other at official awards and events, and this is the reason why.

Also, keep in mind that they’re also both busy professionals with very hectic schedules, and who probably don’t have a lot of opportunities to physically meet, and the lack of photos or videos of them together post-Untamed would make a lot of sense.

It’s also good that they’re not always collaborating professionally (even though a collaboration would mean that they would get to legitimately spend time with each other). Both of them are trying to move beyond the label of 小鲜肉 (literally, little fresh meat), which can have negative connotations - ie. they’re just a pretty face with no talent. Their success outside of the Untamed and outside of each other proves that they’re not just one-trick ponies who only are only famous or successful because of fan service, and that’s good.

However! 2020 was kind of an incredible year for how much DD slipped up during TTXS (and on other shows). There were so many instances where he said something that left his brothers scrambling to cover for him. Others have done a far more detailed and better job in covering some of these instances here and here. You have infer a bit more, and you don’t get everything laid out for you in a photo or a BTS video, but their interactions are still there - just in a different form.

#yizhan #bjyx #yizhan bts #bjyx bts #bjyx discourse #neglectedtropicaldisease

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Painkiller - 5

Need a painkiller? Here we go! The fifth part of my story about Henry and Ella. Months have passed by since their date, let's see how the "friends" are doing...

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Ella)

Summary: Ella keeps on pretending and Henry tries to move on

Warnings: Angst, a little smut, 18+, NSFW, sex, mentioning of oral sex (f receiving)

Unbeta'ed! As you know...English is not my mother tongue so be warned...

Credits: Pics for the moodboard are from Pinterest (face claim Pamela Reif, unfortunately I don't know the name of the model I use as face claim for Ella), I know nothing about the real Henry Cavill, this is all fictional.

You can find part 1 - 4 on my Masterlist.

taglist: @hell1129-blog @lunedelorient @inlovewithhisblueeyes @mis-lil-red @willkatfanfromasia @agniavateira @omgkatinka @legendarywizarddetective @summersong69 @taebfada @xxxkatxo

(let me know if you want to be added or removed)

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The little bell above the door rang like crazy when Jackson entered the book-cafe with vim.

"Jax!" Ella beamed with joy when she saw him.

"Hey auntie." He embraced her with a grin, hugging her tightly and lifting her off the ground a bit. "Congratulations on your third nephew. He's really cute. I paid Katie a visit before I came here. Paul was there too, almost bursting with pride, changing diapers like a pro. He's going to be a great dad."

"Yeah, absolutely. They're going to be great parents. Hopefully Katie can leave the hospital soon. Henry can't wait to meet little Leonard."

"So you've already told him?"

"Of course. I had to promise him to call as soon as Katie goes into labour. And I kept him updated throughout the day yesterday. He's so happy for them."

"Uncle Henry and Aunt Ella, huh?" Jackson said with a teasing grin.

"Funny." Ella rolled her eyes.

"Not really. I mean come on, Elsie, you know that you and him are in a relationship without sex? Sharing everything but the bed?"

"Yes, I know that. It's called friendship, Jax."

"No, it's not. What you have established over the last 4 months is much more than friendship."

"Nonsense. Henry is a close friend just like you." Ella crossed her arms ready for defense.

"Fuck no. He's not..." Jackson let out an amused snort. "You talk on the phone every day, no matter how busy you are. You text each other constantly. He comes here whenever he finds a minute. You spend all your spare time together when he's in town, he practically lives at your place on his free weekends, sleeping on the couch. All your neighbours know the attractive guy, who looks so vaguely familiar under his caps and beanies and the beard, and who's always so friendly when he walks his dog with you. You do everything together, like a couple, you just don't fuck and nobody understands why."

"Because it's for the better." Ella turned away from Jackson and began to unpack a parcel that was standing on the counter. She got out some books and put them into a shelf with a stern expression.

"Really? You still claim that?" Jackson started to help Ella, pacing between the counter and the shelf, following her close.

"Yes I do. Because it's still true. We're better off as friends."

"Jesus, Elsie. How can you be so stubborn? The last months have proven that your worlds are not different at all, on the contrary...you love the same things, you laugh about the same silly jokes, you share the same view on life. You perfectly fit in with his life and vice versa."

"Yes. As friends. And I'm not stubborn, I'm realistic."

"And what would be so different if you were lovers and not just friends."

"Everything would be different, Jackson." Ella stopped in her tracks and turned around to him. He could tell by the look on her face and her crimson cheeks that she was not only annoyed but really upset. She cocked her head and poked his chest with her index finger. "What do you think would happen if we were spotted together? Appeared in public as a couple? Holding hands or kissing? If I left Henry's house in the morning? The whole world would know about it. It would be in the press, on the internet. The tabloids would be full of it. Who's Henry Cavill's mysterious girlfriend? Oh, only an ordinary book trader from Uxbridge...there must be more to it. They would start to dig and stalk me and my family, show up here at the store. His fans would go crazy, and I would be their target. They would bitch about me. How the hell did this mousy bag of bones get a man like him. I would be called gold digger, attention whore, slut and worse. I'd have to go to official events with him, meet his VIP friends, we would be chased by paparazzi..."

Ella stopped her rant and took a deep breath.

"Right. And I know this scares the shit out of you, but don't you think it might be worth it?" Jackson placed his hands on her shoulders and gave her a soothing smile.

"No, I don't. And I don't even know if Henry feels about me that way. If he would still want to date me..."

Jackson stared at Ella, raising his eyebrows in disbelief. "Are you kidding me? He's crazy in love with you. And you love him too. Stop lying to yourself, honey."

Ella just shrugged, avoiding Jackson's gaze.

"He won't wait forever, Elsie. One day, he'll get over you and he'll move on and then it might be too late. Mark my words."

That was the moment a customer entered the shop and gave Ella a good reason to end their conversation at this point.

***

Later that day, when Ella was cuddled up on her couch, eating ice cream and trying to read a book, Jackson's words still nagged on her. You love him. That much was true. He won't wait forever. Another truth. He'll move on. That was the hardest part because of course he would and it was Henry's goddamn right to do so. And she couldn't help but wonder if he'd already started to. There were those slight changes in his behaviour. It had been harder to get him on the phone in the evenings lately. He said he had an ass full of work but it sounded like an excuse. He got a lot more texts than usual and he never read or answered them when Ella was around. He'd even shaved his full beard. She knew it was wrong and pathetic and completely unjustified but Ella was jealous without any actual reason. The thought that Henry was seeing someone was killing her.

Then it might be too late. Yes. Jackson was right. If Henry was dating someone, if he was in love with someone, it would be too late indeed.

She couldn't help but think about all the chances she'd wasted to become more than friends with him. There had been quite a few moments in the last four months they had been close to crossing the line, but Ella had been too scared to make a move, for all the reasons she'd mentioned to Jax.

And Henry had respected her boundaries and taken her no for a no and had never tried to leave the friend zone, which was great because it showed her how much he respected her and what a decent man he was, but it also sucked. She had maneuvered herself into a corner and she didn't have the guts to get out of it on her own. She was a coward.

She thought of a day only a few weeks ago, when Henry had tried to teach her some Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu techniques. Ella was pretty sporty, she did yoga as part of her daily morning routine, she liked running and played volleyball once a week with some of her friends but she'd never tried martial arts before and it turned out soon it was for the better. She had zero talent.

After an hour of training that included lots of touching, rolling around on the floor together, sweating, panting and laughing, there had been no improvement in her non-existent skills. The only things that had increased had been the tension in the room, the physical attraction and Ella's arousal. Being so close to Henry, his hands all over her body, her hands touching his muscles all the time...it had been pleasure and pain at the same time.

After her umpteenth ineffective try to pin Henry down on the floor, he finally had mercy and let her win. He dropped to the floor laughing, dragging her down with a smirk so that she topped him. They had been so close in this moment, her body on his, their noses almost touching. Henry had wrapped his arms around her waist and he had looked her deep in the eyes.

The moment had been so intense, so intimate, the atmosphere so vibrant with an erotic kind of anticipation, it had sent shivers down her spine and goosebumps all over her body. Her pussy had been throbbing and she'd felt Henry's dick harden in his sweatpants. It wouldn't have taken much. She could have kissed him easily. She'd wanted it and she was pretty sure he'd wanted it just as much. But she hadn't been able to move, to stop her thoughts from running, to turn off reason, to let emotions lead the way and so the moment had passed with the result that they still were nothing more than good friends.

And she just couldn't shake off the feeling that she was going to regret her hesitation soon.

****

Henry grabbed her by her hips and increased speed. His balls slapped against her butt as he fucked her hard from behind. She moaned loudly and it sounded fake in his ears. He was quite sure the orgasm she had when he'd eaten her pussy a few minutes ago was a real one, but the sounds and noises she was making now were artificial, somehow forced and deliberate, just slipping from her lips to turn him on. But he didn't really care, it worked well and he came with a muffled grunt. He thrust his dick inside her pussy another few times till his orgasm was over and pulled out right after. He stripped off the filled condom and got up to throw it in the bin.

"Come back to bed, Babe." Kelly stretched out between the rumpled sheets. He looked at her and smiled. "Gimme just a second." He went to the bathroom and took a deep breath while washing his hands and his cock.

What am I doing here? He asked himself not for the first time and the answer was always the same. He was having a stupid fling with a beautiful 25 year old bimbo. He had met Kelly four weeks ago and after two weeks of flirting on the phone and a lot of hot texts and pictures he had taken her on a date first and on his kitchen counter afterwards.

Since then they'd met often to have sex. Casual sex, no strings attached. He had told Kelly this several times and she didn't seem to care. "No problem" had always been her answer. Nothing seemed to be a problem for her.

"You have to sneak out, so nobody sees you!" - "Sure."

"You can't stay overnight." - "That's alright."

"We have to be very discreet. Don't tell anyone about us." - "Of course not."

"I'm not looking for a relationship." - "That's fine."

"I'm in love with another woman." - "Okay."

Ella. Yes, he had told Kelly about her. That he loved her though she just wanted him as a friend. And again...no problem for Kelly. But it was a problem for him. He thought way too often about Ella when he was with Kelly. He didn't only compare them constantly - always with the same result, Kelly was nothing like Ella, not a tiny bit and that was equally good and bad - but he had to think of Ella whatever they were doing, even when things got steamy. He didn't really imagine being with Ella when he fucked Kelly, but he often thought about her before and afterwards. Fantasizing about how it could be...if this deep friendship they had turned into a relationship. If they turned from friends to lovers. The problem was he was quite sure this was never going to happen.

There had been some moments they had been close to kissing but Ella had never made the one missing step to close the gap between friendship and love. And he couldn't because he was trapped in the friend zone. Just lately there had been this situation. Both of them lying on the floor after a Jiu-Jiutsu session, Ella on top of him, shaking and obviously turned on, her eyes full of desire. And she must have seen the same sensation in his eyes and even if not, she must have felt his hard-on. But even in this moment she hadn't crossed the line. No kiss, no touch, no words. That had been the moment he'd finally accepted that all he would get from her was friendship.

A soft knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. "Henry? Is everything okay? The bed's too big and too cold without you."

Their friendship...that was another problem. He had a terrible guilty conscience. Not because of the fact that he had an affair, he was single, Kelly was single, there was no reason to feel bad. But he hadn't told Ella anything about it. Not a single word. He had texted Kelly behind her back, had made up excuses why they couldn't meet or talk on the phone in the evenings. He knew if he told her Ella would start to ask questions about Kelly, about his feelings for her. And what was he supposed to answer? I don't have feelings for Kelly, I just shag her to get you out of my system, because I love you more every minute, every hour, every day we spend together. And it kills me that I know we will never be more than friends.

That was completely out of the question.

"Yeah, sure." He opened the door and gave her his best fake smile. "Just freshened up a little."

"Why don't we get dressed and you take me out for dinner?" Kelly wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close for a kiss. "I'm starving."

"I don't know, Kell. I don't want us to be seen...you know that."

"Oh come on, babe." She pouted and kissed him again. "You can wear a cap or a beanie and glasses or something and we go to a simple chippy. No one will recognize you."

Henry thought about it. He was hungry too and she was right, it was unlikely that some paparazzo caught them in a fish and chip shop.

"Fine, let's get ready and go."

****

Two weeks later Henry still hadn't told Ella about Kelly and when he opened the Daily Mail in the morning he knew he wouldn't have to anymore. She could read and see it herself.

He almost spit out his coffee when he saw the pictures of Kelly and him in front of the little Asian supermarket, they had visited yesterday. They were kissing and hugging each other tightly in one picture and walking away from the shop hand in hand on the other.

Fuck...Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.

Henry Cavill in love again. Has Superman finally found his Supergirl?

The headline made him want to puke.

That was bad. Henry had to talk to Ella before she saw this rubbish. He had to explain it to her. He got dressed in a hurry while he called his agent to cancel their 9 o'clock appointment. When he left the house he had a bad feeling, a very bad feeling.

****

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caterpellas · 4 years

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munich nights • harry styles 2

summary: touring inseparably as best friends and musicians, yours and harry’s relationship takes a cruel turn in munich.

warnings: smut (thigh riding, oral f receiving, girl on top n i think that’s it)

genre: bestfriend!harry, friends to lovers(?), angst, smut, it’s the works y’all

pt 2/3 (one is here) word count: 6k

a/n: this is the penultimate bit now :) i’m actually super nervous to post this lol i’m a mess anyway pls enjoy

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you couldn’t lie, you cried yourself to sleep that night, with a movie you sort of cared about playing in the background. harry didn’t love you, and what used to be the strongest friendship in mankind had now crumbled apart and returned to a state of distant nothingness. harry didn’t love you. he didn’t have to say those words to you for you to know they were true. the realisation hit you about twenty minutes after harry left like an arrow to your chest, that was so recently covered in his ejaculate. not only were the pair of you virtually inseparable, you worked together as well and you had absolutely no idea what was going to happen now. you felt too ashamed for him and his band members to see you now after last night.

waking up in a damp patch of tears in your double bed, you try your hardest to get on with your day and forget last night. a bath felt appropriate so, just before midday, before you’d even greeted your friends yet, you ran one. the tub itself was freestanding and as deep as your head when you sat in it, the victorian taps centred in the middle. it was definitely the nicest bath you’d had in your life. you stripped off last nights clothes that you had shamelessly fallen asleep in and hoped to god the hot water of your bath would erase the images of last night, but the feeling of harry’s touch burned hotter then any water.

almost an hour later, milo, your drummer, knocked on the door of the bathroom you were still in.

“y/n? you in there? we haven’t seen you since last night before you and harry left. is everything okay?” milo’s voice reached you through the oak walls. you wanted to tell him that nothing was okay, and that you’re most important relationship ceased to exist but you couldn’t bare to tell anyone else, especially your friend and bandmate of 5 years.

“i’m all good, i’ll be out soon.” you make it downstairs another half an hour later, the need for a cup of tea driving you to the kitchen. as you reached the breakfast bar right next to the kitchen, you saw the sickening mop of brown curls that you were hoping to avoid. he turns to face you at the sound of your slippers against the tiled floor.

but instead of plain ignorance, a much more unexpected reaction finds its way to harry as he greets you, “y/n! we were beginning to think you’d drowned in that bath.”

you stood in bewilderment at harry’s attempt at a joke, wondering why he was trying you like all of last night never happened to either of you. but you picked this over cold silence so went along with it, “yeah sorry i needed to recover from the jet lag yesterday.”

it was sort of true, you were feeling the time difference and were grateful to be able to rest today. aside from plans to go out this evening, you were all going to rest up at home. which meant being in close quarters with the man you were trying so hard to avoid. making your cup of tea on the old aga kettle, your friends went back to discussing tour details, chatting about last and what was in store for the rest of the trip. you got a feeling their plans for the future weren’t going to be that plain and simple.

by the evening, you had all found yourselves comfortably sat around the fire outside, eating takeout from a german restaurant nearby. it was really good, and although you and harry had barely spoken more than those few words to each other things weren’t as awkward as you were dreading they’d be. usually, if things hadn’t gone the way they had, you and harry would be sat next to one another, your sides touching all the way down whilst you giggled over something harry was telling you.but as it goes, milo and olly sandwiched you between their huge bodies.

“does anyone know the name of the club we’re going to tonight?”

your ears pricked up at the mention of going to a club. you didn’t realise you were going out-out.

“panorama, i think? i put harry’s name on the guest list.”

it occurred to you that you were heavily underdressed for an exclusive nightclub. you had a good feeling they wouldn’t accept your cargo pants and grubby trainers. jumping up from the bench you run to the door, “i need to go change!”

you opted for an ever so slightly classier look and went with a small pleated skirt and a cropped cardigan. not a combo you’d usually wear, it was a little more fitted then you’d choose for yourself but you’d compromise a little to get in the club. you stuck with the dr martens purely for comfort and called it a night there. you loved your style for many reasons, but the most important one was that it was low effort. it took a maximum of 20 minutes to get ready and you took pride in that.

the group had organised to have a limo to share instead of a taxi, so harry was a little more protected from paparazzi and also to fit the size of your party. they were all waiting outside on the drive when you got downstairs and in unison, their heads turned to face you.

sarah grinned at you, “i love it.”

“very cute,” charlotte smiled as well.

you responded with a “cheers” before daring to look at harry. he was wearing a silk shirt and slacks in a baby pink colour. nothing different to harry’s usual attire but the outfit still sent a chill down your spine. well that, and the way he was looking at you. it was dark out but you could still see how electric his green eyes were as they stared directly at you. you’d been caught off guard, harry wasn’t someone you were prepared to connect with again this evening. in fact, you’d convinced yourself that you didn’t even care whether harry was going to be there or not (utter lies of course). but by the way he was looking at you, you knew this wasn’t the end and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing or not.

the vip section of ‘panorama’ was plush and teal coloured, with flower garlands and strip lights along the ceiling. you had a lounging area all to yourselves, with big padded benches and cushions. it was luxurious and if you weren’t so highly strung from having harry sat so near by, you’d fall asleep on it. you drunk so many cocktails by this point and your worries seemed to fade away into the loud club music.

“y/n.”

harry was sat next to you, but distantly. he was chatting to mitch before he said your name. no matter how loud the music playing was, you’d still always here his voice. turning to him, you asked, “harry?”

he’s smiling at you, like nothing has changed, “how come you haven’t danced yet this evening?”

it was a good question- you loved to dance more than you loved to perform. harry would always make fun of you, the shimmy you would do when he was playing disco in the studio and the way you always swayed along to fleetwood mac, pretending to be stevie nicks on stage. the reason you weren’t dancing is because you were far too obsessed with the closeness you had achieved with harry in your booth.

“i haven’t quite been feeling it just yet,” you teased back and you felt as though things with harry had gone back to normal, so you dared to ask, “are we good?”

harry’s boyish smile took over his face as he gave you a definite, “yes.”

“well i’m feeling more in the mood now so i’ll see you later,” you get up to exit, smoothing out the pleats in your skirt and struggle to take your eyes away from his. dreaming he’ll follow you, you make your way into the adjacent room filled to the brim with people. the song was bassy, but mellow and you could immediately feel your body moving to it. before you knew it you were almost next to the dj booth, opposite the ceiling high speakers and the song was perfect. you hadn’t felt this relaxed since yesterday’s plane journey and you let your unease pour out of your limbs as they writhed to the music. it took a few minutes to take you out of the trance and realise, although surrounded by a mass of people, you weren’t alone.

a tall figure was behind you, and without turning you knew who it was. you could smell his cologne easily- it was gucci of course and it was heavenly. not even daring to turn to him, you stayed facing away, afraid of what it meant to have him in your view. his hands, large and firm, gripped your shoulders, like he did twice yesterday, and his hot breath was against your neck.

“can i join you?”

the question itself was said innocently, this wasn’t the first time harry had asked to dance with you, and probably wasn’t the last, but it felt different to you now. god how you missed the simplicity of harry being unattainably yours as a friend. finally bracing yourself to meet his eyes from almost a foot above you, you spun, his arms falling from your shoulders to your forearms.

smiling up at the familiar face of the love of your life, you said into his ear, “of course you can dance with me.”

dancing with harry was nothing sexy or erotic but it was the most intimate you’d ever been with him, before last night. harry loved to dance almost as much as you and the best part of his whole personality was nothing other than his devil-may-care disposition. it reminded you of the times he’d twirl you while you were stood somewhere completely out of the blue, or when he’d snap his fingers along to a song and by the time you’d joined in the two of you had broken out into a full dance routine just for the sheer fun of it.

harry grabbed your small, clammy hands and pulled you into him, and then straight back out as wild cherry played through the speakers and you inaudibly laughed at his initial dance moves.

“is that all you’ve got styles?” you smirked at him before laughing at the ridiculous version of the hustle he was trying to pull off. he looked way better than you’d ever want to declare, looking fresh out of the 70s whilst funk music played to his dance moves. it suited him down to a fine art and the song was tailor made for his steps. your hips circled to the song and you remembered just how much you love it. pulling out some more unconventional dance moves you went for the peace signs over your eyes and harry’s head fell back in laughter whilst watching you.

this was it. the perfect moment you were so afraid of losing with him. you understood now that whatever yours and harry’s union was, it was far stronger than you ever gave it credit for. harry and you were back to normal again and instead of last night’s beer goggles making you far more candid then you’d like, now your feelings were crystal clear. harry was all you’d ever want.

as boney m. began to fade in now harry’s dancing had become more intense and now the pair of you were far closer then you’d ever danced together before. one of his hands made a brave attempt at looping around your waist and spinning you, making your skirt flare up in the process. usually you’d be shy and care, but only harry was paying attention to you and the thought of him have a small peak at what was under your skirt didn’t even slightly bother you. one of your arms clutches his lean bicep and you moved in unison together, only inches away from one another now.

“i love watching you dance,” harry whisper-shouted in your ear. unprepared for that statement, you stare into his eyes as they flashed in the colours of the lights. his gaze is unfocused, undecided on if it will look into your own or watch your lips, dampened from the small lick you gave them. his own lips were distracting you as well, the bottom one pulled in by his teeth, a habit he picked up when he was feeling conflicted. you wished he wasn’t such a hard man to read. the only definite you held onto right now was that he wanted to kiss you, reaffirmed when his eyes closed and his head ducked to meet your own.

“harry,” you place a hand on his exposed chest, “i can’t kiss you.”

he knew why. he knew that it crossed the boundary you weren’t meant to cross again. but much like you that didn’t want to stop him. so, despite himself, harry ignored your remark and hesitantly placed his lips on yours. the feeling of his kiss muted the sounds around you and in desperation you urged him to kiss you harder. no matter the height difference between the two of you, harry and you still felt perfectly matched. harry’s hands came into your tangled hair and gripped at the top of your neck, his lips even firmer against yours at the new angle. this was far more passionate then last night, and you were seeing harry in a whole new light. he wasn’t just your friend, an unrequited love and now a one time sexual partner but something more on par with your own emotions. harry’s zealous kiss seemed to correspond with all the feelings you had never spoken about him. but then he pulled away, leaving you empty again. you frowned at him, “why did you stop?”

he simply smiled back at you, soothing your nerves, and took your hand as he pulled you through the crowds to a curtained doorway. the room he took you to was a semi circle, the wall surrounded by a settee, and the floor was carpeted and plush with cushions and blankets. it reminded you of a harem, which made you question harry’s choice of destination. it was far quieter in here, the music now a dull bass in the background.

“why are we in here?” you looked over to harry who had already taken a seat on the sofa.

“i thought you’d want more privacy,” he grinned at you. harry’s attitude towards the whole thing was starting to irritate you instead now. why was he acting like this whole thing was so casual? did it not affect him like it did you?

“you’re kidding right? what even is this?” you scoff at him, crossing your arms across your chest. you were pissed.

harry’s brows creased in confusion, “what’s the matter?”

“what’s the matter? how can you ask me that? things are different now harry and you know it.”

he knew it. he just couldn’t find the courage to tell you that he’d wanted things to be this way for the past 2 years. it’s why he was constantly cracking jokes or messing around with you, making you smile and laugh brought him more joy then anything else in his life. it’s why he was so overwhelmed by white hot jealousy when he saw your mouth around that arsehole sound tech’s dick.

“jesus, y/n we’re friends aren’t we? why do we have to talk about that anyway, we’re having fun.”

“because harry,” you huff at him, “unlike you my feelings are a little bruised from last nights events.”

his eyes momentarily filled with guilt, “i know that was- not decent of me.”

“uh you think? i love you harry but you’re not pulling this crap on me again,” you tried to sound stern but his eyes melted you. you looked away but his hand reached for yours. this was it though. your temper had gotten the better of you and you were ready to leave him here and say goodbye to any relationship you formerly had with him. if he did anything again to you like he did last night you were sure your dignity would crumble into unfixable pieces. sighing, you finish off by telling him, “i can’t do this anymore harry.”

“i don’t want to lose you,” harry’s eyes were filled with pleading.

“you should have thought about that before i put your cock in my mouth,” you snapped at him. you hated to admit that saying out loud what you and harry had done had turned you on immensely. harry’s pupils dilated in synchronisation with yours. he played right into this.

“so you’d never do it again?” why was he asking you this?

“no. i wouldn’t.” he wouldn’t get the satisfaction of knowing what he did to you anymore. even though the sight of him with his half buttoned silk shirt, damp with sweat as he lounged on the settee, his high waisted trousers spread apart along his long legs made your legs feel like mush. your voice was so convincing that harry’s face fell and in an instant you wanted to eat your words.

“y/n, i’m sorry if i overstepped,” he stood up and wiped his hands on his trousers, “do you wanna just go back to being friends?”

there was only one right answer to that question;

“fuck no.”

you jumped harry then and there and he fell back onto the padded seat, hands strongly gripping your waist. you quickly kissed him and in shock you retreated, your eyes locking, before connecting your lips with him again. his hands move south to your hips and then to your buttocks, giving your scantily clad cheeks a squeeze. you knew from a past discussion harry was an ass man, after a few drinks together one night you were talking about likes and dislikes. it reminded you of one preference in particular. grabbing a fistful of his hair, you tugged it gently and an audible moan fell in between his lips against yours.

“fuck, y/n do that again,” he mumbled into your mouth and you responded with another pull on his curls. his hips jerked up to meet the middle of your legs and between the thin material of his trousers and nothing covering your crotch other then the thin material of your underwear, little was left to the imagination. you could feel harry’s erection growing the more your hand tangled into his hair. your bare thighs clutched tightly by harry’s hands and you could tell they were longing to hold your bare ass. with your other hand on harry’s bicep, you moved it down to his hand and guided it up along your cheek and he hummed in satisfaction.

“hey harry,” you spoke into the kiss, “you remember california?”

how could he forget- you had spent the whole day drinking on the beach and that was where you had confessed about all your likes and dislikes, giggling like little kids the whole time. who knew that several months later that secret information would become so beneficial?

“what about it?” he asked as your lips traced down his neck to his chest.

“do you remember what i told you?”

a switch flipped in harry’s head and he suddenly knew what you wanted. his thigh came between your legs and you put your weight onto it eagerly, and his hands rocked you back and forth on the cotton of his slacks. the friction was exactly what you needed and you had never been more thankful that harry had listened so intently to your confession; you loved dry humping.

harry’s gaze was on you as you continued to grind on him, and the sight was enough to turn him from semi to fully hard.

“does that feel good?” harry asked you and you were too shy to answer him, only whimpering in response, “tell me y/n.”

“it feels so good harry,” you moaned out. your pace had begun to quick as you needily searched for your release. you could feel your wetness seeping into the material against his thigh and a faint squelching noise could be heard underneath your mewls of satisfaction. your hand fell across the bridge of his nose, outlining his sharp cheekbone and rest along his neck, licking his lips as he watches you get yourself off on him.

on a normal occasion, you’d be too embarrassed to ever ride someone’s thigh, it made you the centre of their attention and that frightened you. but knowing that harry’s undivided recognition was different. you loved having his hands and eyes all over your body. not that he knew, but it was his after all. if he wanted it to, it could belong to him.

“harry,” you gasped, “i’m going to cum.”

to know he was about to witness your undoing just like you’d seen his thrilled him.

“cum for me y/n,” harry pushed your hips for you, gripping the flesh of your ass, and rolling you back and forth till you let out a sob as you came all over his thigh. your forehead fell onto harry’s shoulder as you recollected yourself. that was the first time you had ever cum just from humping. and it was on harry’s leg. the familiar blush crept up your arms to your neck and cheeks and you couldn’t bare to lift your head off of harry’s shoulder.

“y/n,” harry’s voice gently interrupted, “not to rush you or anything but my trousers really are soaked.”

his fingers slid down your thighs to help you off of his leg, your own like that of a baby deer. you weren’t expecting harry to unbuckle his belt and slip his trousers off his legs, the thick wet patch taking up a lot of the fabric.

“what are you doing?”

“well you don’t expect me to keep them on do you?”

“i sort of thought you’d just leave again.”

harry’s face flushed in shame, “i am really sorry i did that last time, y/n. it was a dick move.”

“just a little,” you give him a half smile to let him know you couldn’t stay mad at him. stood in awkward silence, your panties dripping with your cum and harry in nothing but a shirt and boxers, you didn’t know what to say. it wasn’t common that you’d find an uncomfortable lack of words to say to harry.

finally, after one too many moments in silence, harry beckoned you with his finger, “c’mere.”

suddenly you found yourself snugly wrapped in his arms, your cheek to his chest as he held you.

“harry i-“

“don’t just yet please.”

so you stayed that way for a little longer. you realised that this could be the last chance you hold him like this, so you mentally noted every last thing about him you loved. his smell, typically of gucci, but underneath the artificial scent a more clean, personal one of clean bedding and shampoo. his arms, and how their length seemed to engulf you better than any of the softest, plushest bedding in existence. his lips that you could feel on the top of your head and how the feeling of them on your own was tattooed to you now. you knew that if you ever kissed anyone in the future it couldn’t penetrate the lasting layer of his.

he pulled away from you a few moments later, looking down over you. searching his eyes for any clues to his own thoughts from under your lashes, you found nothing. it didn’t mean you were expecting what came next.

as you started, “i understand if you don’t want to do this anymo-“

“i love you.”

the words hung in the air in stunned silence, and you were in too much of a state of shock to know how to take them. he loved you? was he saying the way he always did or did he mean he loved you the way you loved him?

“harry you don’t mean that you.. does that mean you, like, love-me-love-me?” you sounded like a teenager, your juvenile question was all you could muster up.

“i’ve always loved you y/n,”

“i know you have bu-“

“will you just let me finish please?” his fingers pressed against your lips to silence you, “you always talk without actually listening. let me a second please.

“i realised that you’ve never been my friend. don’t interrupt. you were never my friend because you were always like way more than that. friend seemed too small a word for us, you know? and then that day after i saw you and that shitty sound tech fucking in your room i was so angry and jealous and then i realised how much i wanted to be in his place. but you and me had already had such a good relationship i was worried i would ruin it by changing our dynamic. then on the night i met camila, you were so distant from me. i was upset and camila was into me so i was going to fuck her, but i couldn’t. i haven’t had sex with anyone since i saw you and-“

“his name was josh.”

“y/n i really couldn’t give a fuck what his name was. but anyway last night that prick wouldn’t leave you alone and i had to do something, and i wasn’t planning on taking things where they went but by the time you’d brought up my tattoos i was in too deep. i hate that i left you last night. i wanted to say all of this then, but i was too scared. so i left and hoped things would go back to normal between us. but our normal is nothing compared to what we had last night.”

overwhelmed, you sat down on the settee, leaning back to accommodate all of this information.

“so you want to be with me?” you asked him, still not believing it for yourself.

harry beamed at you, “i know, crazy right?”

“i just- i,” you stuttered over your lack of words.

“you don’t have to feel the same why i just figured it was best to be honest.”

you couldn’t help it, but you snorted at him, “you’re kidding right? i have not wanted anything more in my entire life.“

harry knelt down in front of you, and from this height you to were level. you could see eye to eye as equals now. his lips came to your forehead and softly kissed you there, your eyes fluttering closed. it was contentment to know he was finally yours. moving even closer to you, harry moved your legs aside and came between them and you had to prevent him from getting too close so your still-damp panties didn’t come into contact with his expensive shirt.

“you know,” you could feel harry’s lips turn upwards into a smirk on your forehead, “this means you don’t have to feel quite as worried about me fucking you anymore. i’m yours now, y/n.”

he lowered onto the back of his heals, taking his head to the level of your breasts, and he moved back a bit to take in the sight of you. you had to have been a mess, your black eyeliner probably smudged and your hair knotted around your head. your legs were still wide apart, giving harry the greatest opportunity to see under your little tartan skirt.

his pupils widen at the sight, “i can’t believe i’ve never seen you in a skirt like this before. you look so cute in it. it gives me great opportunity to do this,” his hands slid up your thighs slowly and surely, eventually coming down so that they were on the inside of your legs, just before your crotch. you were at his mercy at this angle, and he used it to his advantage. his long fingers brushed up against your clothed core and you whimpered at the sensitivity.

“are you still sore from earlier?”

you nodded and swallowed the nervous lump in your throat. his fingers moved up towards your hips, bumping your clit in the process and grabbed the sides of your tight underwear. pulling them down your legs, he got to see your pussy for the very first time. mouth practically salivating at the sight of your already wet lips, he began kissing along the insides of your legs, working inwards from the knee. he stopped at the edge of your thighs, teasing you with no touch. you hips were writhing at the need for contact and he pinned your thighs down, restricting you.

“i want to undress you first.”

his nimble fingers make quick work of the tiny buttons on your cardigan and it only just occurred to you that you’re not wearing a bra underneath. your bare sternum is exposed and you can tell harry is surprised to find you completely naked behind the cardi. slipping it off your shoulders, your perky breasts are finally unleashed for harry’s viewing.

“we never fucked,” you blurred out.

“what do you mean?”

“me and josh never had sex. i haven’t actually had sex in about two years.”

harry’s jaw sunk slightly at your confession, “but- how haven’t you?”

you felt embarrassed by this. no one ever compared to harry so why would you waste your time on them? you mostly only fooled around with josh because you needed a distraction from harry’s constant sex appeal.

“well josh and me never actually got around to it since he left the crew and aside from him there hasn’t been anyone else.”

you couldn’t believe you were saying this to him right after he’d undressed you, the air con hardening your nipples. harry couldn’t really concentrate on what you were saying, especially when his name was mentioned and your breasts were on full display to him. ignoring your rambling, harry’s mouth came down onto your right nipple, circling it with his tongue and ending your words with a gasp. your nipples were more sensitive then you’d initially realised, or maybe it was just because it was harry’s mouth encapsulating them, but the sensation felt like enough to make you cum from that alone.

“harry, i,” you sighed out breathily. sentences weren’t able to be formed presently, it was all too much. not for harry though, who had no qualms about saying, “i want to fuck you in nothing but that little skirt.”

you tried to press your thighs together, his words jolted down to your clit and you needed some kind of release. harry’s mouth went back to your boobs and down the valley in the middle, licking down it, to your pierced belly button and finally his head disappeared under your skirt. you instinctively placed your feet up on either side of the sofa to spread your pussy even further for his access.

his tongue mercilessly licked up from your taint to your clit and you bucked in delight. the muscle of his tongue pressed hard against the sensitive ball of nerves in quick movements, lapping at it rhythmically. you couldn’t control the volume of your moans now, cussing incoherently to him. but it wasn’t enough, you needed harry fully.

pulling his hair, you were so close to cumming but you couldn’t let it happen yet, not till he’d been inside you.

“harry stop,” you manage to get out, “i need you in me.”

he drew back as soon as you spoke and you leant forward to unbutton his shirt, but you lost your balance as you go forward, falling on top of him onto the cushioned floor. you both burst into giggles at your clumsiness, it was something that you joked about a lot together. you hadn’t loved anyone more then you loved harry right now, his chuckles like music to your ears as you lay on him nearly naked, his curls sat on his forehead.

“i love you,” harry told you, his hand cupping your cheek from below.

“i love you too,” leaning to kiss him, you moved your hand down and gripped his erection, forcing a moan from his lips, “now make love to me.”

he wasted no time in finishing off unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, and you ground your hips into his erection, forcing a groan from his lips. you were so close to feeling harry inside you, only boxers in the way of you two. you sat back and slipped them off his hips. before you got a chance to line him up with your walls, harry interrupted you, “are you in birth control?”

“yes,” you blushed. he smirked at you as he grabbed his hard cock in his hand and positioned it with you. you sunk down ont his cock, sighing is feel yourself being filled. you had craved this feeling for far too long, and harry filled you so well.

“fuck, y/n,” harry’s eyes closed when you engulfed him fully. adjusting, you began to bob up and down on his dick slowly, getting used to the foreign sensation. it stung a little bit as you hadn’t been filled in so long, but the need for harry numbed any of the pain. harry’s sweaty hands came up to cup your breasts, playing with your nipples as you began to quicken your pace.

“how do i feel inside you? does it feel good?”

you could only nod back, his cock hitting your g spot so well from this angle. as you began to speed up, your tits bounced delectably in front of harry’s face and he had to take over dominance, slamming his hips up to meet your own. his erection pounded into you, your mouth eliciting depraved whines. your skirt was swinging around your barely clothed ass and giving harry only sneaky glimpses of how the two of you were connected.

with harry’s hips moving more erratically, you could tell he was close.

you leant your mouth into his ear to whisper, “i want you to cum inside me.”

that was enough to tip harry over the edge, and so you could both finish together he reached his thumb under your skirt and thumbed your clit, sending your body into a heavenly orgasm. harry unloaded into your walls as you clenched around him, the both of you finishing in unison. flopping down onto his chest, he left his cock in you, both too fucked out to move yet. when he had softened, he slipped out of you, making you wince at the feeling.

“so,” you said into harry’s chest, “does that mean you’re mine now?”

his hand rubbed the small of your back, “i’m yours.”

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Winter Wonderland ~ KTH, BC [Request]

WORD COUNT: 2.7K

GENRE: Fluffy, angst, fluffy ending

PAIRING: Taehyung x Fem!Reader x Platonic!Bang Chan

A/N: I hope this is okay for you my sweet sweet anon

A winter wonderland award event seemed like one of the greatest ideas in theory but now that you were standing outside in a dress it wasn't so much anymore. You worked for an event coordinator company and you were in charge of holding events for different companies. It was mostly small events for one company this was going to be one of the biggest things you'd help organise. A huge company party with different companies ranging from SM, JYP, BigHit, and so many others. Along with all of their idols that wanted to attend the party which was why you were standing outside in the freezing cold. Keeping watch on all of the attendees at the party, making sure everyone who was meant to be there was there. With the help from security guards and other workers from your company.

Outside there was a huge red carpet that was under a long canopy so that the snow wouldn't hit the guests or the photographers that were there to take photos of everything. Only authorised paparazzi were allowed to be in the area, anyone without a name badge was kicked out on the spot.

"You look cold," You jumped a little when you heard the voice of your best friend come from behind you and then a blazer was wrapped around your shoulders. You smiled as you looked up at Chan who had come outside when he noticed you still hadn't ventured inside of the venue yet. The two of you had been best friends since you'd met almost 7 years ago, the both of you had moved to Korea at such a young age it made sense for the two of you to become friends.

"Thanks, Chan," You sighed in relief snuggling into the warmth of his jacket then remembering that would leave him without one,

"Won't you be cold?" You questioned turning to look at him, he was standing in nothing but some suit trousers and a dress shirt, his bow tie tilted to the side which made you giggle a little.

"No, I'm fine. I don't even feel it," He laughed as he looked at you still shivering away as you tried to make sure everything was going according to plan.

"Relax, everyone loves it inside," He told you as you reached up to start straightening the bow tie he was wearing, cameras flashing instantly as they all caught the two of you together. There had been multiple rumours about your friendship being more than a friendship but it couldn't have been further from the truth. Besides the fact that you saw Chan as nothing more than a brother, you were also dating somebody else. Someone that you had to keep so under wraps hardly anyone except you, him and Chan knew about it.

"Is Taehyung having a good time?" You asked as you moved away from him not wanting the articles to have too much to work with on their fake rumours,

"Seems to be, think he misses you though." Chan chuckled as he remembered seeing Taehyung looking for you the entire time. Taehyung and you had been together just short of six months and the relationship was perfect. The two of you had met at one of your events when he thought you were a new idol that not many people knew about which lead to him asking you out on a date when he finally realised you weren't. Dating idols wasn't forbidden in your contract but it was in Taehyung's that he wasn't allowed to date idols or anyone for that matter. BigHit had a dating ban on the boys but it didn't stop them from dating or asking those they wanted to out on dates.

"I'll be in soon, just have to make sure everything is okay out here-"

"Y/n. Everything is fine out here, go inside. Get a hot chocolate and relax." He whispered as he realised you would just keep putting it off going inside whenever you could, always making up some excuse to stop yourself.

"There's no paparazzi in there, there's just all of the idols and managers...No one is going to care if you and Taehyung are seen standing next to each other and dancing." Chan smiled as he said all of this to you but inside he was jealous of your relationship with Taehyung. He would never do anything to ruin the great thing you had going but it didn't stop the strong feelings that he had for you. For the longest time he had been in love with you, at first, he thought it was some silly crush that would fade with time but as time went on he realised the feelings weren't going but you didn't feel the same. It was just something that he was going to have to deal with and as long as you were happy with Taehyung that was all that mattered to him.

"Fine," You mumbled handing over your clipboard to one of the guards and headed inside.

The whole venue was done out to make it look like a winter wonderland, there was fake snow constantly falling from the beams, then there were different small vendors set up around the venue. All of them winter-themed and made to look like the idols were out at a Christmas or winter market.

"You went all out, it looks fantastic," Chan whispered as he linked your arm with his and walked you through the venue trying to find where Taehyung was but he had already seen you. Watching from the distance as Chan held onto you and kept you wrapped up in his own jacket. Jealous bubbled up inside of him as he watched the two of you walk towards a hot chocolate booth.

"Go and talk to her, she's your girlfriend," Jimin mentioned as he noticed where Taehyung was looking. You were standing there in a red and white dress that had different fake diamonds all along the bodice of it which in turn make everything reflect off of you.

"She's friends with him, what if I go over and make it obvious that I know he has a crush on her," He mumbled throwing down the food he had been eating onto the plate and sitting back in his chair. Taehyung would have been an idiot if he didn't see the way that Chan looked at you, it was as if you were the only person in the room and Taehyung only knew that because that was how he looked at you.

"Just go over and kiss her, I'm sick of hearing you complain about how much you've missed her." With a quick shove of Taehyung's chair, he was up on his feet and making his way over to you and Chan.

"I told Felix to add some salted caramel chunks to his brownies, make sure he listens to me," You whined as you playfully pushed Chan's chest,

"Hey baby, I missed you." Taehyung locked eyes with Chan as he pressed a small and gentle kiss on your exposed shoulder. Silently making it known that he was there now and Chan didn't need to be but Chan didn't move.

"Hi, we were just talking about Lix's brownies. Remember the ones took to you at work the other day?" Taehyung nodded his head as he remembered, it was some of the best baking he'd tasted,

"It was the best baking I've had, which was how I knew you didn't make them. Tell Felix we all said thank you?" He asked Chan who nodded as he avoided his eye contact.

"Sure, I'll go and find him now..." As Chan turned to leave you frowned,

"I thought we were getting hot chocolates and going to dance?" You felt Taehyung tense up beside you, you turned to look at him and Chan just cleared his throat.

"I should go and find the boys, I'll see you later." Without giving you a chance to protest against him he was gone and out of your sights.

"What was that about?" You questioned Taehyung as you looked into his eyes wondering if he had done something to Chan when you weren't around but Taehyung shrugged his shoulders. Pulling you towards the dance floor so that he could finally be close and alone with you. He placed one hand on your waist and held your hand in his free one,

"I've missed you," He whispered as you began slow dancing to one of the songs that were playing, you smiled as you felt the butterflies go wild in your stomach,

"I missed you too, I'm sorry I was so busy this week but with the planning-" He leant forward to kiss your lips softly and shook his head,

"You did a fantastic job, I'm proud of you." He whispered as he turned you out of his arms only to pull you back once again, smirking as you glared at him for kissing you in public.

"Baby someone could see," You whined as you looked around you both nervously hoping that nobody had seen him kiss you but he just let go of you.

"But you don't care if you're seen with Chan." He snapped at you, his voice was a little loud as it gained the attention of people around you. You smiled awkwardly as you took hold of his hand pulling him off the dance floor and in the direction of the toilets. Chan looked up when he heard his name being called out, he stared at you as he watched you dragging Taehyung out into a hallway,

"What's your problem Tae? You know me and Chan have been friends for ages that's why we can be seen together-"

"Neither of you are doing something about the rumours...." The tone in his voice changed completely from anger to sadness and you felt your heart sink a the thought of him thinking there was something going on behind his back.

"Tae-"

"You never deny the dating rumours! You only make them look more true when you're standing so close or acting like a couple! Do you have any idea how it makes me feel?!" People were all turning to look at you now as they heard Taehyung raising his voice again, his face turning red as he got angrier with the fact that you were so oblivious to it all.

"Do you really not see the way he looks at you?! The way he's always lingering after you?!" You shook your head as he continued to list of all of the different reasons he knew that Chan liked you. Trying your best to ignore them since Chan had always been one of the best friends in your life.

"He's my friend Tae, we've been-"

"Friends since we both moved here, he's always been there for me and you're blind if you don't see it." He finished off as he moved away from you, ignoring your calls for him to stay by your side.

"I don't want to hear it. Go and kiss Chan, go and be all couple-like with Chan. I don't care anymore." He mumbled as he walked through to the main hall leaving you alone.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you stood there watching him walk away from you, you stopped once you saw some idols coming your way and headed towards a staircase to sit down and cry to yourself.

"I thought the princesses were supposed to be happy at the balls," You heard the thick Australian accent you love so much say before you felt someone sit down beside you on the step.

"Hey," You mumbled laying your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around your back, pulling you closer to him.

"Why are you crying at your own party?" You scoffed at the question and rolled your eyes,

"It's not my party, it's the companies...Tae and I had a fight." You mumbled taking tissue from his hands and wiping your eyes carefully trying not to ruin the makeup you had on.

"What about? I heard him yelling but I didn't know what it was all about," You rolled your eyes as you looked at Chan,

"He's convinced you like me in any other way than a friend," That was when Chan's mouth shut and he stayed silent. Your heart raced with anxiety as he continued not to deny what you had said to him and he bit down on his lip,

"Y-Y/n we've been friends for a while and I wouldn't say anything if it meant making things weird between us." He whispered as he looked at you, that was when it hit you. Everything Taehyung had said was right. Chan did have a crush on you.

"Chan you know I see you-" You tried to speak but he cut you off with a weak smile,

"Like a brother I know, which was why I never told you," He admitted as he looked up at you, your heart sinking as you realised this could potentially ruin the friendship between you.

"W-Will we be okay? I mean as friends?" You questioned as you looked up at him, he smiled weakly once again and nodded.

"Maybe now I know the rejection is real I can move on...You should go and find Tae." He told you as he got up from the step, holding out his hand for you to take.

"You okay?" You questioned as you looked at him, searching his eyes for a real answer and he nodded his head.

"I will be...I knew before that nothing would happen. Let's just pretend it never happened?" You smiled weakly this time but nodded your head at him, hoping that the two of you could continue to be friends even after this came out into the open.

Taehyung saw you coming towards him and he bit down on his lip since he'd been yelling at you and stormed off he'd been feeling guilty for it. He trusted you with his life and he knew you would never do anything to hurt him but with the jealously he was feeling he couldn't help it. Deep down he knew there was nothing you nor Chan could do about the rumours and he would have to deal with it.

"I'm Sorry-"

"I'm sorry-" You both said in unison as you stood in front of him, your body feeling warm as you got embarrassed in front of the BTS boys who were all watching you closely. Taehyung glared at them and took you into the same space you had been when he had yelled at you before,

"How long have you known that he liked me?" You questioned as Taehyung locked eyes with you, he bit down on his lip realising what he had just done, almost ruined a perfectly good friendship because he was feeling slightly jealous. He swallowed the lump that was starting to form in his throat and he scratched the back of his neck nervously,

"Since I saw the way he looked at you." He mumbled looking down at the floor, you stepped forward as you titled his head up to look at you again. Shaking your head at him as you leant forward to kiss his lips softly. Even if Chan had told you before now you could never see him as anything but a baby brother to you,

"There is nothing on this earth, no one on this Earth that could come between us...You know that right?" The words sounded too good to be true as he looked at you but he nodded his head looking at you as he bit down on his lip.

"I'm sorry," You smiled weakly at his apology but snuggled your head into his chest as he hugged you tightly, his arms wrapped around your waist as he laid his head on top of yours.

"I'll make it up to Chan, I'll take him out on a guys night or something," He whispered to you, trying to prove to you that he would try where Chan was concerned.

"Okay baby, okay." You whispered to him, kissing his chest as you looked up and over into the main room where everything was happening.

"We should go and finish dancing before the night ends...After tonight and tomorrow, I have another event to start planning." You pouted as you leant up on your tiptoes to kiss his lips again pulling away as you walked in the direction of the main hall. You waved over at Chan who smiled back at you, waving at Taehyung who sent him a small smile.

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makeste · 4 years

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BnHA Chapter 279: Here Comes the Airplane

Previously on BnHA: Gigantomachia gathered up the rest of the League and headed off to go help Tomura. Also he is now 80 feet tall. The heroes were all, “whoa this guy is really big, we should probably stop him and maybe even devote an entire chapter or two just to that,” and so they sent three whole people after him, which sadly is pretty much the exact sort of strategy I’ve come to expect from them by this point. Anyway so Mt. Lady tried to hold Machia off but kept getting flung aside, and Kamui Woods tried to catch him but was set on fire by Dabi who is just having way too good of a time setting all of the flammable heroes on fire today, and Midnight tried to put him to sleep but Compress threw a bunch of debris at her and so she fell like 80 feet. The chapter ended with Midnight being all “fuck this” and calling Momo, who ordered the rest of the child soldier squad into action as Machia approached. I’m not really sure what they’re gonna do, but I honestly don’t really care, because it’s Momo, and so, YES.

Today on BnHA: U.A.’s first-year hero students, who apparently had nine hours to prepare their battleground instead of the fifteen seconds we had all assumed, launch a complex multi-staged assault which is actually really fucking impressive because these kids are actually awesome. First they pin Machia down in one of Honenuki’s mud pits, and then they take turns making impassioned attempts to take out the other League members chilling out on Machia’s back. Unfortunately none of these attempts work because of Dabi, who’s working overtime while the rest of the League sits around shooting down each other’s escape plans. Basically a lot of stuff gets set on fire, and then the chapter ends with Mt. Lady pinning Machia to the ground while MINA, YES, MINA, charges at him covered in acid like some sort of video game boss that you need some kind of specific item to defeat. DID YOU KNOW YESTERDAY WAS MINA’S BIRTHDAY YOU GUYS. Anyway so this chapter is basically pandemonium from start to finish, and it’s great. It is a RUMPUS, y'all. A STRAIGHT UP HULLABALOO.

IS IT MOMO LOVIN’ HOURS I THINK IT IS, YOU GUYS. ARE YOU EXCITED. I AM EXCITED

but first, the color page we were promised, in celebration of Six Whole Years Of This Bullshit!!

oh god oh god so much to love so little time

some of the rowdier characters are making MULTIPLE APPEARANCES IN THIS SHITSHOW, including Kaminari who appears to be in a record-setting THREE of these! who exactly was taking all of these pictures, and why are they so obsessed with him. also how many of these are going to be used as evidence in the latest Kami Traitor Theory posts and is it too early for me to get mad about it

“WE INVITED ENDEAVOR AND HAWKS TO OUR ‘BEING FANCY ON THE COLOR PAGE’ PARTY, EVEN THOUGH THEY’RE NOT U.A. STUDENTS OR FACULTY. WE JUST FELT LIKE IT.” listen that is fine, y’all don’t have to explain yourselves to me

Mirko however is not here, I assume because if she was, Horikoshi would have forgotten to draw all the rest of the characters again. she’s too powerful

Midnight is so sexy I don’t even ksdfnkl

ALL MIGHT LOOKING HAPPY GIVES ME THE STRENGTH I NEED TO MAKE IT THROUGH THE REST OF THIS WEEK. YOUR SMILE IS THE MVP

Cementoss’s face is the runner-up MVP and one of the greatest things I’ve seen in my life

half the people here seem to be attempting to flirt with whoever is taking the pictures. I am starting to suspect that the culprit is Momo. change my mind

for some reason I am really shocked to see Endeavor getting his drink on. and he’s literally the only one, too

Bakugou’s half-assed I SAID NO PAPARAZZI skills are no match for Tamaki’s legendary “I WILL LITERALLY DIE IF YOU CAPTURE ME ON FILM” abilities

I literally didn’t notice Deku until like three quarters of the page in. he sure does blend right in there

Tokoyami is approximately 97.3% done and ticking EVER CLOSER to full 100% doneness, and when that happens even I can’t tell you what is going to go down

do I even need to mention how sexy Aizawa’s hair is. apparently I do

SERIOUSLY THOUGH CEMENTOSS’S FACE

anyway, so that was nice! NOW ON TO THE MOMOLOVIN’

and we begin with FIRST YEAR CLASS B HONENUKI “MUDMAN” JUZOU just LAYIN’ SOME TRAPS IN THE WOODS, as one does

oh my freaking god Tokage

somehow her quirk didn’t freak me out quite this much the last time we saw her. she is really something. has she always had shark teeth

also WHERE IS MONOMA’S GROUP. I immediately want to know!! is he with the Shouto group? or is there yet ANOTHER student group we don’t know about? what would they even be doing

or did Horikoshi actually get three quarters of the way through writing this arc and then suddenly slap his forehead as he realized that if Monoma just casually copied Machia’s powers he would either DIE IMMEDIATELY or else become SUPER STRONG and also grow 80 feet tall and this would suddenly be a very different battle with the scales tipping decidedly in the heroes’ favor. and so he had to quickly write him out of the battle in this very half-assed way

anyway, so while I ponder that, Tokage is peeking the top of her head out over the trees and staring at Machia who is, you guessed it, still heading right their way! just like he’s been doing pretty much this entire time

and now there’s a whole page of reaction panels you guys. this is why Horikoshi tries to avoid these massive Endgame-style battles with every single hero known to man participating. hopefully we won’t have too many of these. like I mean thank you for the roll call and all but I’d like to get to the action now

Mineta of all people is stealing this entire page with that expression though. he is not fucking around. this is twice in as many chapters that he’s been a page-stealing face-making champ. dare I hope this could be the start of a new niche for him? lord knows it would be so much better than the old niche

also this page is just sweatdrops galore. these kids are so nervous. MANGA GODS PLEASE KEEP THEM SAFE, although I’m honestly not too worried about them compared to the adults. I’m sure I should be, but I just am not

all right so now Momo is explaining what those little canisters are!

okay but someone please explain to me how it is that they had time to stop and lay all of these traps?? not just Honenuki’s, but Mineta’s and what looks like some of Shiozaki’s work as well?? did Machia just STOP MOVING for like five whole minutes all of a sudden for no reason at all? while they were all sitting out here saying things like “with that speed...”? ????? ????????

also lol wtf. “we’re gonna have to make him eat it.” I still have no idea what their plan is, but it’s getting more entertaining by the minute I’ll say that much

okay so Momo says that if they can get him to swallow just one of these, then that should be enough to put him to sleep. oh my god this chapter is going to be AMAZING isn’t it

meanwhile Mineta is worrying about Midnight. I swear to god if they turn this into something where he’s only worried because she’s hot, I will take one of these canisters and shove it right up his...

okay good, Mina’s reassuring him that it’s gonna be okay, and then we’re just cutting to Machia stampeding in with Mt. Lady and Kamui still clinging to him

WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE GUYS EVEN DOING

“we’ll just stand here adjacent to him and just kind of watch as he rushes straight at the children.” someone help me, I’m having difficulty finding a synonym for “useless” that carries the full amount of emphasis I want to place on it right now. this requires a degree of language the human race is not yet capable of

OH SNAP

THEY GOT HIM YEAHHHHH

OH DANG, FOR REAL THOUGH!!

ngl, for a brief spiteful moment I was disappointed he hadn’t actually fallen on them :/

and they’re still JUST STANDING THERE, I CAN'T EVEN?? we’re getting to the point where I honestly think actual civilians might have been of more use in this situation

YESSSSS

TIME TO FIND OUT HOW MANY TENTH GRADERS GIGANTOMACHIA CAN TAKE IN A FIGHT

also, sorry to keep harping on this, but the juxtaposition of that earlier panel with all of the fully grown and experienced pros just standing in dumb awe, immediately followed by this panel of BRAVE BUT DETERMINED CHILDREN CHARGING IN AND YELLING “GO GO GO”, is just... it really is something. shit. if I was the HPSC and this was what I had to work with, I too might have seriously considered fudging a few age requirements in hopes of finding someone who could actually get the fucking job done

also what the hell is going on down there with Shishida and Satou and that third person? what are those Blackwhip-looking things?? I’m confused

ohhhhh no

Shiozaki is about to be sent flying through the air courtesy of her own hair vines omg

OH NO WAIT THE THREE TOUGH GUYS ARE STOPPING HIM. AHHH THE LAST ONE WAS KENDOU AHHHH

I still can’t figure out what the hell those are though lol. did Momo make some steel cables?? I feel like Machia would be able to break just about any kind of rope or chain they could concoct just by sheer brute strength alone

ah fuck

DON’T YOU GUYS GO RUINING THIS FOR ME!! THEY’VE GOT A GOOD THING GOING HERE, LET THEM HAVE THEIR FUN!!

although I do appreciate how they’re all “U.A.!!” in kind of this “oh shit, these guys we actually have to worry about” sort of tone lol

this look on Toga’s face is a bit concerning! well but Deku and Ochako aren’t here though, so I wonder who she’s gonna fight if it comes to that. huh

(ETA: seriously, does anyone have any idea what Toga is planning cuz I sure don’t.)

Shouji and Ojiro, who I might remind you are normal people with no enhanced physical abilities aside from extra appendages, appear to have somehow circled all the way around to Machia’s back and are now climbing up oh shit

oh and Aoyama’s there too! -- is Shouji carrying him omg

he’s using him as a human ray gun omggg. this is the most delightful thing I’ve ever witnessed

NOW SOMETHING IS BEING SHOT AT THE LEAGUE AND DABI’S STARING AT IT ALL “>:(” AND I’M PRETTY SURE THIS THING, WHATEVER IT IS, IS ABOUT TO BE SET ON FIRE, LET’S SEE

lds;afksjdl;fkj WERE THOSE JIROU’S EARJACKS??!!

okay you know what fuck you Dabi. you think it’s funny to set a little girl’s ears on fire?! don’t expect any sympathy from me when Aoyama lasers you in the face

WELL I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENING BUT THEY’RE SHOOTING WHAT LOOK LIKE A BUNCH OF LITTLE TAMBOURINES AT HIM NOW

I ASSUME THEY ARE NOT ACTUALLY TAMBOURINES, BUT I REALLY DON’T KNOW, IT’S NOT LIKE THEY HANDED OUT THE RULE BOOK TO THIS THING AHEAD OF TIME

[HUGE EXAGGERATED GASPING SOUNDS]

oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my

OH MY GOD AND YANAGI THREW THEM WITH HER POLTERGEIST QUIRK!??

I DON’T KNOW WHAT THIS “ACK?!!” IS AND IT’S REALLY BUMMING ME OUT, BECAUSE THIS CAME WITHIN INCHES OF BEING THE COOLEST FUCKING COMBINATION I’VE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!?!?

(ETA: it would have laid them all flat in seconds. Kaminari is to be feared you guys.)

NO!!!!!

it is sincerely frustrating to me watching the League carelessly toss aside all of their painstakingly accumulated goodwill from the MVA arc in the span of just a few short pages. hey Compress, you think it’s cool to hurl a bunch of rocks at my six-and-a-half-year-old son?? I hope someone rips that cool robot arm off and uses it to punch you in the dick

here comes Sero!! and how are you going to die, Sero

what in the

did he just... sneeze them all into space

okay but hear me out, what if Shouda absorbed that impact. SHOUDA YOUR TIME HAS FINALLY COME. CLASS 1-B’S ASCENT TO GLORY

(ETA: watch this space!! Shouda is here for a reason mark my words.)

meanwhile on Machia’s back, Dabi is soliloquying about Machia’s quirk while his arm is doing... something

please forgive me for not being able to drum up any sympathy for poor Dabi’s arms right about now. quit trying to set all my kids on fire

wait whaaaaat lol

so I scrolled back up to the previous page, and... that was fire?? lord help me why am I still so terrible at being able to tell when Horikoshi is drawing fire as opposed to just air randomly whooshing through trees. I have really got to memorize that foossh sound effect

so can Gigantomachia just BREATHE FIRE now?? or was ALL OF THAT Dabi??? if it was the latter then at least he had the decency to wait until all of the kids got blown out of range before setting the whole forest aflame to keep them back. I’ll admit it, that was thoughtful of him as far as villain power moves go

OHO BUT YOU CAN’T COUNT MOMO OUT JUST LIKE THAT!!

AND NOW EVERYTHING AROUND THEM IS EXPLODING AHHHHHH DID YOU GUYS SET LANDMINES, BAKUGOU WOULD BE SO PROUD

once again I have to ask myself exactly how much prep time they had here. Horikoshi would have you think it was mere seconds, but that clearly cannot be the case?? maybe they set some of these up beforehand to catch any stray villains trying to flee the area?

lmao Spinner’s all “wait why doesn’t he just dig his way out”, because apparently Machia can tunnel himself under the ground. but Compress is all “um because we would die” and Spinner is all “oh right”

though I gotta say, it’s not like they’re that much better off as things are now, either. pinned down in the woods surrounded by fire and explosives. definitely a conundrum

oh snap Compress has realized that their presence is holding Machia back. don’t tell me Machia is gonna head off on his own and leave the rest of the League to square off with the kids

YOOOOOO HOLY SHIT THE HEROES ACTUALLY DID SOMETHING

there you go, League! free cannon fodder to get you all pumped and confident again!

DKFJLSDKJ

PLEASE LET THIS BE THE ACTUAL TRANSLATION OH MY GOD. THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE LINE IN ANYTHING AHHHH

“I’m leaving it to you, U.A.’s youngsters!” yeah, you and everyone else. ah well, can’t deny they get the job done

OH MMKJKYYYY GODDDDDDJJK

MINA COATED HERSELF IN ACID AND IS RUNNING AT GIGANTOMACHIA AND IS SHE ALSO ON FIRE??!?! SHE’S JUST RUNNING AT HIM LIKE A BIG OL’ FIERY BLOB???! QUEEN MINA???!! FIRE IS NOT HER WEAKNESS???! MINA??!! IS AIRPLANE?!??!!?!? MINAAAAAAA

holy fucking shit this whole arc is just one big Arc Of Ladies Getting To Do Stuff and I am 1000% living for it. THIS ARC IS MY FAMILY. I WOULD DIE FOR IT AND LEAVE EVERYTHING TO IT IN MY WILL. ahhhhhhhhhh

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Anonymous asked: As a staunch royalist I would be interested to hear your views about Prince Harry and Meghan Markle deciding to quit the British royal family. Did they do the right thing or are they just being selfish and ‘woke’? Does this ‘Megxit’ the British royal family is in crisis and its future looks bleak by this act of betrayal to the Queen?

Short answer:

I have been avoiding answering this question precisely because I became tired of hearing about it around the family dinner table or with friends when I visited England recently or now with French friends here in Paris who can’t fathom what is going on. But too many have asked about this in my blog inbox.

I don’t mean to sound so dismissive but to me it’s just a passing storm in a tea cup rather than some cataclysmic crisis of the British monarchy. Everyone should stop take a deep breath.

After the joint press statement by Prince Harry and the Duchess of Sussex statement came out on 8 January 2020 it set in motion the usual hilarious pastiche of Cold War Kremlinology by the British press. So at any one time you had sensationalist and sanctimonious headlines such as the fury of the palace press knew no bounds. How dare they? The Queen humiliated. The palace insulted. And so on and so on.

Every newspaper editor knows there is a yawning gulf between the “public interest” and what interests the public. By any standards, Harry and Meghan have become huge celebrities. They were idolised, their charities blessed, their presence craved. Unfortunately such is human nature, the public invest something of themselves in their heroes. They see in their idols a reflection of their own fantasies and delights, hopes and fears. When they witness celebrities traumatised it can be unsettling, as the death of Princess Diana vividly showed. People cried in the street.

As Harry knew from his mother’s tragic experience, all this is par for the royal course. The British newspapers - or rather those peddling in royal tittle tattle such as the Sun, Mirror, and the Daily Mail - have a habit of erecting pedestals one minute and then the next minute they enjoy destroying the icon in the name of the public interest. Andrew’s former wife, Sarah Ferguson, was appallingly treated. So at times were Princess Anne, and Prince Edward’s wife, Sophie. Press attention should be water off the royal duck’s back. Prince Philip’s advice was reportedly: “Don’t read the bloody papers.”

While Harry was brought up surrounded by the furies of the celebrity media, Meghan’s career was the opposite. In her profession as a known actor (albeit a middling TV actor at that), image is an artifice, daily crafted and laundered by publicists.

This does not work with British royalty, which comes with its own carefully minted image attached. Its rituals are those of mind-numbing deference. It has no accountability. The only mirror it has is the press. The tabloids are the price that must be paid for adulation. They honour no discretion and have no sense of fairness. The press is a memento mori, whispering into the victor’s ear that he – or she – is only mortal. And gosh do they take that role on with sanctimonious glee.

To be daily compared to the Duchess of Cambridge, from an utterly different social background, must have been intolerable for Meghan: the dress comparisons, the stuffiness of the court, its hyper-caution and obsession with precedence and procedure, added to the impossibility of contact with ordinary people. As a self-made millionaire already perhaps she wanted to be more than a mere civil servant in a tiara. Perhaps it proved too much but who really knows? But then I don’t know what else she expected when she decided to marry into the British royal family.

Similarly one can only speculate how much it was really Prince Harry who wanted to drop out riding on the royal carousel as he has been since birth. Regardless of who he married perhaps this was always the plan. His loathing of the British press and paparazzi is well known - he still blames them for his mother’s tragic death in Paris. It’s well known the paparazzi have tried to catch him out in manufactured scandals as he grew up. He has refreshingly come clean and has talked about how he still goes to therapy over his mother’s death. It’s no wonder he would ever subject a future wife and especially a child to the level of press intrusion that he had endured.

Prince Harry is nobody’s fool. I won’t say a bad word about him because - unlike previous and present royals with the exception of his grandfather, Prince Philip, who did active naval service during the Second World War and his uncle Prince Andrew, who as a naval officer flew Sea King helicopters during the Falklands War - he didn’t play the ceremonial toy soldier. After Eton he worked his arse off to get through Sandhurst and got commissioned with the Blues and Royals regiment. Upon the outbreak of war in Iraq, he was alleged to have said around 2006, “There's no way I'm going to put myself through Sandhurst and then sit on my arse back home while my boys are out fighting for their country.”

As it was the military chiefs got cold feet and pulled him out. But he did see active service with the British forces in Afghanistan with two tours. By all accounts he acquitted himself very well as a Forward Air Controller in Helmand Province and later as a co-pilot and gunner on Apache helicopters. He was widely respected and accepted by rank and file because he was down to earth and never asked for special treatment. He wasn’t a typical ‘Rupert’ - a squaddie’s nickname given to British army officers who typically came from privileged aristocratic backgrounds but were also ‘nice but dim witted’.

Overall I sympathise that the Sussexes’ predicament was clearly desperate, and it is perhaps to their credit that they have brought it to a head early and not let it drag on. I feel they are sincere in their reasons to ’step back’ from the royal family and frenzied media circus around it. The fact they want to pay their own way and pay back any outstanding sums back to the royal household is perhaps a sign of that sincerity.

Instead some sections of the British press rolled out the tired old trope of the parallels between the Duke of Sussex and his great-great uncle, the Duke of Windsor, are overwhelming. Once again, a dashing, sporting, ex-military prince leaves royal life for the love of an American divorcée. This is exactly the opposite of what Edward and Mrs Wallace Simpson did when they bit the hand that fed them. They took money to support their lavish lifestyle in exile from the Queen and all the while took every opportunity to snark the fledgling young Queen from their own alternative royal court in Paris. Harry no doubt loves his grandmother and his family and would try not sully the Windsor name.

Where I would be critical a little is in their handling of it which appears naive at best and inept at worst. I suspect - since verified - that having a transatlantic split of publicists, and in addition didn’t understand the full import of how this would play out, would inevitably drop the ball. But I would extend a finger of blame to the palace courtiers who were involved in their own games of intrigue with a whispering campaign to selected journalists of the press. Indeed multiple newspapers, including the Daily Telegraph in the UK, reported that the queen was “disappointed” with the surprise announcement, and had asked the Sussexes to hold off on issuing a public statement. When The gossip mongering Sun newspaper published a front-page story that the couple was contemplating a move to Canada, the Sussexes pushed the button on their statement.

I do think the Sussexes and their advisors were fooling themselves into thinking that they could have their cake and eat it - in other words keep the royal titles but cut back on the public and ceremonial duties. The blunt truth is if you want to stay on the books, you do so by the leave of the firm and its boss i.e. The Queen. The contract is for life. If not, you resign. There is no half in and half out. This seems to have been the gist of the family only summit at Sandringham in January 2020, with media attention worthy of the Treaty of Versailles.

I am frankly surprised how worked up people are about this. Cut out the white noise and the picture is more prosaic.

The first point is that when all is said and done, none of this drama really matters. Politically, constitutionally, it is an irrelevance. Harry, at number six, is not seriously in line to the throne. The British monarchy has long shown itself immune to crisis; indeed I wonder sometimes if it welcomes crises as implying continued importance. The divorce and death of Princess Diana were awfully tragic, as was the very public shaming of Prince Andrew and his questionable friendship with billionaire paedophile Jeffrey Epstein. But how Harry leads his life is between himself, his wife and his father, Prince Charles. That is the point of heredity. It is immune to character, as it is to merit.

The second point is we should remember that other European royal families, of the same constitutional status as Britain, have been down sizing for many years now. These royal families balanced privacy and discretion whilst holding down ordinary professions. The King of the Netherlands, Willem-Alexander, is still an airline pilot. He occasionally flies KLM jets, safe in the knowledge that few people recognise him. In 2001 Prince Haakon, heir to the Norwegian throne, married a single mother with a drug-fuelled past. Despite some controversy, he survived incognito.

The King of Sweden, Carl XVI Gustaf, has reigned for 46 inconspicuous years as a nine-to-five job, his family merged into the Swedish bourgeoisie. The Crown Princess, Victoria, works intermittently for the UN. The King of Spain, Felipe VI, may have taken after his philandering father, Juan Carlos, but he became king without fuss on his father’s retirement in 2014. None of these “houses” has an extended state-subsidised royal family. None has grown unstable as a result.

There is no doubt that the exploitation of the British royal family celebrity by palace courtiers as PR handlers has worked. The royal family recognises that truth for itself when HRH King George VI famously quipped, “We are not a family, we are a firm”. The Queen is regularly cited as central to “UK plc” and to tourism. The British people remain overwhelmingly in favour of retaining monarchy as the focus of their patriotism, even during the wobble over Diana’s death. Republicanism is dead. The last ostentatious republican, the Fife MP Willie Hamilton, left parliament in 1987. If Scotland ever went independent it would almost certainly retain the Queen as head of state.

As for how royalty behaves, a constitutional monarchy should be beyond all controversy. As the great political and constitutional commentator (and founder of the Economist magazine) Walter Bagehot put it, “the monarch should be a dignified rather than efficient element of the constitution”. In other words, the monarchy as personified in its reigning king or queen can represent the whole nation in an emotionally satisfying way - everything else is but pure embellishment.

The Queen must be a glorious anthropomorphism of the nation as a whole. If she has opinions, she keeps them to herself - much to her credit. The contrast is clear with countries where state headship is combined with an elected executive presidency. The state risks being tainted by partisanship: witness the embarrassment many Americans feel at having their national loyalty identified with any president based on divided partisan feelings e.g. from FDR to Obama and Nixon to Trump.

A rare occasion when the monarch might overstep the mark was conjectured by Mike Bartlett in his ingenious play, King Charles III, in 2014. It was based on the present Prince of Wales as king, refusing formally to sign a bill censoring the press (good on him). In the resulting crisis, William and Kate engineer Charles’s abdication, while the tearaway Harry takes up with a republican girlfriend. It was not wholly implausible. When Belgium faced a similar crisis over King Baudouin’s refusal to sign an abortion bill in 1990, he was allowed to abdicate for a day.

How the monarchy conducts itself is not wholly irrelevant. It is part of the collective context in which the nation’s politics are enacted. It represents tradition and upholds precedent. It sets boundaries and dictates a courtesy in the conduct of public affairs - however often that courtesy is infringed. What outsiders forget (especially our American friends) is that the British political system is gloriously resilient, as the past three years of Brexit hell have shown. It can tolerate the odd eccentricity, such as the blatant purchase of parliamentary seats in the House of Lords. But the question is how far such eccentricity can extend.

The present heir to the throne, Prince Charles, is deft at stepping mildly out of line. His views on architecture, health and the environment are not overtly partisan. But it does not matter as he is no more “powerful” than a newspaper or television commentator. His influence is that of celebrity. I would rather have the heir to throne engage intelligently in public debate than arrogantly indulge in the sordid sexual antics of his younger brother, Andrew.

For all his perceived faults, Prince Charles knows his limits. To expect such controlled nuances in the constitutional mystique of royalty to apply to an ever larger family has always been an accident waiting to happen. More prescient is the fact that the current system will impose the same disciplines and direct the same public exposure on an ever widening array of royal offspring as the years go by. I feel genuine sympathy for the royal children. Most British minors have their faces blanked out on camera, but not royal ones. They are sentenced to be recognised for life.

As a nation then we are extremely fortunate that Prince Harry is no more militant than in defence of the planet, wild animals and injured military veterans - all worthy causes if we are honest to admit it. Full disclosure: as an ex-veteran, I do give charitable donations to Invictus Games Foundation, the multi-sports event put on for wounded, injured or sick armed services personnel and their associated veterans. Prince Harry was instrumental in founding the Invictus Games in 2014 on his own initiative so that we never forget the courage and sacrifice of our military veterans.

What is already clear is that the Sussexes intend forthwith to redraw the lines of engagement with the press. They are opting out of the Royal Rota, the arrangement whereby, for decades, the royals have given access to a pool reporter from the national papers; instead, they will invite coverage from personally selected media outlets and will use their own social-media accounts, especially Instagram, to communicate directly with the public. Having railed against the media’s commodification of his wife, Prince Harry now seems prepared to take its commodification into his own hands: it was reported in January 2020 that he and the Duchess have lately submitted a trademark application for hundreds of items, from clothing to printed items, that may be issued with the couple’s personal brand, Sussex Royal.

This step is unfortunate and unedifying. To my mind, Sussex is a title, not a brand name. It is no more Harry and Meghan’s to exploit than Buckingham Palace is the Queen’s to sell off. Even if they distance themselves from the monarchy by being financially independent (as well as disowning their titles) by pursuing other commercial opportunities it only takes one scandal - e.g. a goods with their brand made from sweat shop labour or some other unforeseen PR disaster - to reflect badly on the Queen and the British monarchy solely because of Harry’s proximity to the throne. Harry may not be a Prince but he is a Windsor.

We are back to Bagehot again. For it was he who argued that the constitution was divided into two branches. The monarchy represents the “dignified” branch. Its job is to symbolise the state through pomp and ceremony. The government -Parliament, the cabinet and the civil service - represents the “efficient” branch. Its job is to run the country by passing laws and providing public services. The dignified branch governs through poetry, and the efficient branch through prose. The monarchy certainly doesn’t govern through commercial exploitation of its brand as an end in itself.

Today, the dignified branch is trying to adapt to an age of populism and until recently it’s been doing a much better job than the efficient branch. But the monarchy must never lower itself to the lowest common denominator to satisfy the base instincts of populism. As Bagehot aptly said, “An element of exaggeration clings to the popular judgment: great vices are made greater, great virtues greater also; interesting incidents are made more interesting, softer legends more soft.”

A family spat of no public importance is obsessing the nation and the world. Everyone should sit down and have a nice relaxing cup of tea.

#question #megxit #monarchy #britain #prince harry #meghan markle #duke and duchess of sussex #royalty #constitution #journalism

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rosethornewrites · 4 years

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Fic: The Rebellion of Adrien Agreste, ch. 3

Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth, Lila Rossi, Jagged Stone, Plagg, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Luka Couffaine, Penny Rolling, Anarka Couffaine, Rose Lavillant, Juleka Couffaine, Kagami Tsurugi, Alya Césaire, Chloé Bourgeois, Wayhem, Nadja Chamack, Nathalie Sancoeur, Sabine Cheng, Tom Dupain, Tikki, Fang, Principal Damocles, Caline Bustier, Ms. Mendeleiev, original minor character, Alec Cataldi, Lila Rossi's Mother, Sabrina Raincomprix, Roger Raincomprix, Mylène Haprèle, Le Gorille | Adrien Agreste's Bodyguard, Nino Lahiffe, Nooroo

Tags: Lila Rossi salt, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Teenage Rebellion, Swearing, Bad Parent Gabriel Agreste, Crack Treated Seriously, Lila Rossi's Lies Are Exposed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Luka Couffaine Needs a Hug, Paparazzi, Parentification, Marinette Dupain-Cheng Needs a Hug, Gabriel Agreste Needs an Aneurism, Uncle Jagged Stone, we're all queer here, the spirit of punk is sometimes just being allowed to be yourself, Kagami Finds Her Groove, punk rock fashion, Savage Kagami, Marinette protection squad, Good Parent Sabine Cheng, Good Parent Tom Dupain, Protective Kagami Tsurugi, Protective Luka Couffaine, Bisexual Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Pansexual Luka Couffaine, Sharing a Bed, Pet Names, LGBTQ Character, LGBTQ Themes, Instagram, Bullying, Social Media, Anxiety, Makeover, Hugs, will cure your acne, Face Punching, Bad Ass Juleka Couffaine, Rumors, Protective Juleka Couffaine, Protective Adrien Agreste, Lawyers, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Holding Hands, accountability, mental health, Jagged Stone's well-paid pet shark, How to Make the Evening News, Sexy eyeliner for days, one fish two fish Lila is a screwed fish, How to have fun and piss Gabriel off, Fuckery, sweet litigious karma, Alya sugar, lawyer shark doo doo doo doo doo doo, Schadenfreude, Bad Ass Alya Césaire, Gaslighting, abuse denormalization, Jagged likes his lawyers like he likes his pets: toothy af, Blood in the Water, Everything you didn’t know you wanted and some things you did, Gabriel Agreste is shark bait, Denial, Consequences, Principal Damocles salt, caline bustier salt, the impotence of Gabriel Agreste, snarky Nooroo, lies and the lying liars who tell them, Lila's brain is a narcissistic hellscape, Lila’s mind is built like an Escher piece, Alec Cataldi salt, Adrien Sugar, wholesome salt, Fu Salt, Kwami Shenanigans, Nooroo is a little shit

Summary: Marinette gets serious.

Notes: This fic is 3 comments away from the 1K comment milestone on AO3!

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In comparison to Jagged, who was coming up with more and more ridiculous ideas—getting a pet crocodile, for instance, which made it seem he wanted Adrien to be a mini-him—Marinette was positively sedate when Adrien came back into the lounge. She was seated primly with a notebook she’d found somewhere.

She looked up at him, quirking a smile. “We need to be serious about this if we’re going to win.”

Jagged let out an exaggerated sigh. “Ugh, being serious is so not rock n’ roll.”

Adrien blinked. “Win?”

“Beat your dad at his own game. Manipulating public perception.” Marinette gestured to the notebook, which had a list. “We have fifteen hours before the announcement hits the news, about, if it’s meant to be released at nine tomorrow morning. That gives us some time. Not much, but some.”

He sat down, browsing the list.

Non-Lila fake relationship (call Nadja Chamack)

Not skunk hair – black w/ green tips?

Expose Lila – make her inconvenient (no more photoshoots)

Jagged read out loud over his shoulder, adding commentary like, “Wait, you know Nadja Chamack, too?” and “Yeah, I guess that’d look better” and “I’m in!” The last one regarding Lila.

“I texted Penny to come back so we can make the plans more cohesive before moving to clothes,” Marinette said as he handed back the notebook.

“Should I tell the hotel to hold off on the hair, too?” Jagged asked. At Marinette’s nod, he moved across the room to the phone.

Adrien was stunned that she had, in the course of one conversation he’d had in the bathroom with Plagg, come up with something that would look less haphazard.

“But who would I have a fake relationship with?”

The idea made him uneasy. It felt a lot like what his dad was doing.”

She bit her lip. “Um, not me. But someone who knows Lila is toxic and is willing to help us. The only reason for it is to make it look like your dad is trying to break you and this person up, or is embarrassed or something.”

Adrien winced. “I mean, I don’t want to use someone like that. It’d be easiest to choose a guy, since Father wouldn’t dare upset the LGBTQ+ community with him being in the fashion industry, but it’d be a little disrespectful to the community, wouldn’t it?”

Marinette was quiet for a bit. “I… I don’t know. I’m, um… I identify as bi, but… Maybe if you basically said it was a relationship to explore your sexuality? Like with someone who’s also a friend?”

“But… I don’t think I know anyone who’d be willing to do that.

Realistically, everyone in their class was under Lila’s thumb. Another celebrity would make it weird. Other models might be concerned about a future modeling for Gabriel.

Jagged butted in. “Weren’t you jamming with Anarka’s boy that one time?”

Adrien blinked. “Luka?”

“He might be willing to help—and you could promote Kitty Section, too. Make that part of your outfit.” For some reason, Marinette’s cheeks had turned pink. “Um, is it okay if I text him and get him to come?”

Honestly, Adrien had been a bit jealous of Luka when he’d wielded the Snake so well after Adrien’s failure—but Plagg had pointed out that it just meant he was a better Black Cat. And he was fond of the older boy, who had welcomed him into the band even though his father wouldn’t let him play often.

“I think… yeah. Let’s talk to him. Hopefully he’s not fooled by Lila’s act.”

“He’s not,” Marinette said darkly. “I, uh, told him after she got me expelled and almost Akumatized.”

“No!” Jagged jumped up. “I can’t believe she hurt you so bad! Oh, she’s got to go down!”

Penny just so happened to walk in at that moment. “Who?”

“That Lila girl almost got our talented, wonderful Marinette Akumatized, Penny! We can’t have that.” Jagged sprawled against his part of the circular sofa dramatically. “She’s, like, my muse!”

Marinette turned beet red. “I-I’ll just text Luka and ask him to come here.”

She pulled her phone way closer to her face than was necessary. Adrien thought it was cute that she got flustered whenever someone reminded her of her accomplishments—she was so modest, unlike Lila.

Penny, for her part, rolled her eyes at the dramatics, but smiled. “Adrien, can you run through a list of her lies? I might be able to get more people on board, since she seems to like to steal fame.”

Adrien nodded, listing staying with Prince Ali of Achu, being best friends with Ladybug, Jagged Stone’s kitten and song for her, and knowing Steven Besielberg and other Hollywood directors.

“She even told our friend Nino she would introduce him to Steven Besielberg, and he wants to be a filmmaker,” he finished. “And those are just the ones I’ve heard—she probably has more.”

Jagged broke in. “I wrote one for Ladybug after she saved me, and Mariette inspired a song, but I’d never write her a song, even as a take-down. She doesn’t deserve it.”

Penny was writing on her pad. “I can get in touch with Steven Besielberg, at least. That should be interesting.”

“Luka’s on his way,” Marinette broke in. “And, uh, I just realized my idea for your hair would match his… So maybe that was a sign?”

Adrien smiled. “At least that I should also spend time playing with Kitty Section again.”

Penny cleared her throat. “Adrien, do you have control of your official social media?”

He rubbed the back of his head. “Kind of? My father has the password for both my email and my social media accounts.”

She nodded, and gestured to a laptop on a nearby desk. “Change them while we wait for M. Couffaine. I’ll help you make sure he can’t regain control.”

By the time they finished, Luka had arrived. Adrien and Marinette worked to explain the situation to him; the blond could tell by the look on his face, as though he’d just smelled something nasty, that Luka knew of and wasn’t fond of Lila.

He hadn’t even gotten to asking him, when the older boy abruptly nodded. “A fake relationship. Something your father can’t protest without looking bad. I’ll do it, so long as we take down Lila, too.”

Adrien grinned. “Already in the works.”

Marinette, though, looked worried. “Has she done something?”

Luka scowled. “She’s been trying to make things weird between Juleka and Rose lately. It’s bad enough she hurt Marinette, but she’s not hurting my sister.”

Adrien traded serious glances with Marinette. This was bigger, more important, than just avoiding a fake relationship with Lila now. If the liar had proved anything with her plot to get Marinette expelled, it was that she didn’t care who she hurt, what relationships she destroyed.

It was time to take her down.

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bigskydreaming · 4 years

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I’ve often thought that a common sentiment in the public that people carefully avoid mentioning around Bruce - but not around Dick - is that Dick was adopted as a ‘consolation prize’ after Jason’s death. Ugly thought, true, but from the perspective of a public who loves gossipping about the Waynes and who have made their opinions of Dick all too clear in both canon and fanfic.....like, from their perspective, how must it look that Bruce raised Dick from the age of eight without ever making him anything other than his ward....and then they had that big fight apparently, that led to Dick moving out and basically being persona non grata around Gotham and never seen coming home.....whereas Jason was adopted by Bruce within months and was constantly seen being called son by Bruce, etc.

And then again as far as the public knows, Dick Grayson only ‘comes back’ after Jason’s death and he and Bruce seem to slowly be working on rebuilding their relationship....and a couple years after Jason died, and several years after Dick’s wardship expired on his eighteenth birthday without any mention from Bruce Wayne as to his now ex-ward’s status or even where he was or what he was doing with his life....no indication that Bruce was ever seen celebrating Dick’s eighteenth birthday or expressing any sentiment on what was effectively the severing of their legal ties at that point, and the end of Bruce’s obligations to Dick, no sign of him in Dick’s life or vice versa in years to follow, Dick rarely if ever seen keeping company with his somewhat little brother Jason....

Its only years after all of this that Bruce finally adopts Dick.....or like, people guess that’s what happens? Its not clear, exactly, because one day Dick’s got no legal ties to Bruce and hasn’t for years, and the next he’s been adopted. There’s no real scoop, nobody that got the exclusive about the event, because as far as anyone can tell....there was no event. There’s no story. Just he wasn’t adopted and now he was, and....neither Dick Grayson nor Bruce Wayne seem to have a comment on this, when it happened, WHY it happened, why NOW? After all this time? Why not earlier? Its just...there. Bruce Wayne, who famously throws parties for anything, pretty much, makes no official announcement about his son’s new status, there’s no party or celebration to honor it or mark the occasion, mark the adoption as noteworthy whatsoever.....

Because after all, it was just Dick and Bruce in the Batcave, Bruce handing him the adoption papers to sign and saying this is long overdue and doesn’t change anything and he’s always felt this way anyway.....

And to a guy who has not so secretly wanted this for YEARS, who has had Bruce literally throw his own knowledge of that not so secret yearning of his YEARS ago and thus who KNOWS full and well that its absolutely BULLSHIT to claim that ‘he’s always felt this way and knows Dick always knew that and didnt need a piece of paper so its not like this changes anything’.....like this had to be anticlimactic as HELL, but what do you say to that? How do you tell the dad who has caused you no small amount of angst and hurt and uncertainty as to where you even stand in his life that no, he didn’t take it for granted that Bruce felt this way, like, say, when Dick’s eighteenth birthday came and went with no sign of Bruce, no attempt from Bruce whatsoever to express in any way that he still wanted Dick in his life, still wanted to BE in Dick’s life, even without them legally bound to each other any longer.......how do you give your dad any of the well-earned shit he DESERVES for taking his precious time on this due to his own rejection and inadequacy issues in the moment he is at least FINALLY offering the thing you’ve wanted for so long and saying at least some of the things you’ve spent so long wanting to hear.....like...you can’t? Not then at least?

Whatever the intentions of the writers, the sheer anticlimacticness surrounding Dick’s actual adoption kinda....backed him into a corner where he couldn’t really express any emotion other than gratitude or happiness over the adoption without coming off as a total ungrateful asshole.....even though you kinda gotta wonder.....what did he tell his best friends about it? How did he relay the story to Roy, to Donna, etc.....the people who actually KNOW what this meant to Dick and how badly he wanted it, and would want him to dish on every single moment of what happened, they wanted to savor it.....and thus who would of course know the second he hesitated that something was wrong, Bruce had done something to fuck up even Dick’s biggest wish, if Dick was obviously trying not to say anything bad or negative or hint that it wasn’t like.....how he’d envisioned it or what all he’d been hoping for....but also not wanting to tell them the truth without embellishment, because you KNOW Donna and Roy and Wally and Garth would just be sitting there like:

“Wait. Hold up. You’re telling me you and Bruce had just got done with a case, you were getting ready to go home, you’re both STILL IN COSTUME, and in the BATCAVE, freaking ALFRED isn’t even present, and Bruce just.....kinda hands you the papers and pen and says here, I know I should have done this years ago but I really mean it, be my kid please? THAT’S IT????”

Yeah. I do NOT see that retelling ever having played well with the Titans, which makes me suspect Dick kinda...delayed in telling them until he could sneak it in and mention it as something that had happened awhile back and he’d just been too busy with hero stuff to make a big deal about it at the time and now it felt weird like it’d been too long. Because imo he wouldn’t have WANTED the Titans to weigh in on how they REALLY felt about how Bruce went about it, because he was likely trying to hold on to all the POSITIVE emotions it’d kindled for him and not like......focus so much on the Bruce-ness of it all making the approach something of a letdown after all the time he’d spent waiting and wanting.

And like.....when you’ve gone about adopting the kid you have a monumental track record of fucking up on telling how you really feel about him....in such a way that he probably felt awkward directly relaying to his best friends in a ‘omg this is huge news, tell us everything’ kinda story....

YOU’VE FUCKED IT UP.

But anyway, point is, Dick’s actual adoption came and went with such a HUGE lack of fanfare in any and every community, superhero and public, and probably didn’t even become KNOWN until someone went to write something about them and got fact-checked like “according to public records, Richard Grayson IS actually the legally adopted son and heir of Bruce Wayne as of this date etc etc”.....and when THAT news hit the public, how else were they going to view things?

Like, a gossip hungry readership not known to view Dick Grayson favorably were never going to think “oh its probably due to personal feelings about his parents and not wanting to replace them, I bet he was the one who never wanted to be adopted before now, that makes sense.”

LOLOL. Like. No. That’s not how the DC public sees it, I bet you anything.

Nah, in my head its FAR more likely that they looked at all of that and did THIS math instead:

Bruce Wayne takes in a young circus boy out of the goodness of his heart, raises him from the age of eight, but never makes him anything other than his ward. Good thing too, probably, given they have some sort of falling out when the Grayson boy is older, and the kid leaves town and good riddance, we hear he’s up in New York partying it up with models and has some alien superhero girlfriend, but nobody’s heard so much as his name mentioned around Wayne in ages so he’s not exactly Gotham news anymore. But no matter, Brucie’s gone and done it again, taken in another young orphan but this time its a local boy he adopted as his son right from the word go! Now that’s a story!

PLUS

Bruce Wayne’s adopted son Jason tragically dies all too young. In the wake of his loss, it appears Brucie’s making an attempt to mend fences with his former ward, or more likely, he’s gone running back to cozy up to Daddy Warbucks in an attempt to milk some more money out of that softie’s heart with a well-rehearsed conciliatory gesture.

PLUS

A couple years later, people start finding out that Bruce Wayne apparently did actually legally adopt Dick now, after all this time, though neither has so much as mentioned it publicly until now, for some reason.

EQUALS

My guess for how the public views it:

Bruce Wayne took in Dick and raised him as his ward but never really felt THAT way about the kid, not like Jason Todd-Wayne who he took one look at and knew ‘this is my kid’....but after losing Jason tragically, and with his family-owned company and board of directors being after him for some time about the importance of an heir in the optics of the dynastic corporate sphere.....Brucie probably decided to try and make the most of the one remaining sorta son he had left, and make a go of reconnecting with the former ward who was CLEARLY never his first choice to adopt as his proper son and heir before, but now apparently is good enough.

*Shrugs* That’s my honest bet for something Dick’s probably heard about his adoption more than a few times: that he was adopted as a consolation prize after Bruce’s ‘real son’ Jason died and Bruce felt driven to try and surround himself with whatever semblance of family he had left.

I mean, what else are you gonna get when you offer the public a paparazzi-enabling, glamorous sneak peek of your life at all other times, and absolute nada for the occasion of finally adopting the kid you’ve raised since age eight with absolutely NOTHING to show for it, not even a family friend who can be quoted as having been there to bear witness?

tl;dr - After all the damn parties and galas Bruce trotted Dick out to whether he wanted to or not, because that sorta thing is just what came with being a Wayne (the Wayne Dick wasn’t), the :LEAST Bruce owed Dick after years of estrangement and doubts directly inspired by him and his unwillingness to even OFFER Dick the option of adoption if he wanted it.....was to invite him to a party celebrating Dick himself and showing the world once and for all that he very much did want Dick in his life and as a part of his family, nothing less.

Dick’s never hated PARTIES, Bruce you giant dumbass. Dick hated going to parties where people talked about how he didn’t belong or how he was nothing but a PR charity stunt for Bruce.

Dick, in point of fact, might have very very MUCH enjoyed an actual public celebration where for the first time in his life, NO ONE could claim he didn’t belong or try and insinuate he was nothing but a charity case to Bruce. An event where the only point was to show tangible proof to all the naysayers: Bruce Wayne is Dick Grayson’s father and Dick is his son, and not a damn thing less.

THAT gala, Dick might have been more than happy to attend.

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Number 18 or 27 🤗

A little piece inspired by last night’s disappointment aka the Brits 2020 :))

“Are you testing me?”

It’s almost six in the morning and Niall’s eyes are not fully opened. He yawns and rubs his eyes as he gives his brain a couple of minutes to restart itself. It was a good night. He wasn’t exactly planning on going to the Brits but things turn out not as bad as he feared. He spent the evening with Lewis and the rest of his friends he hasn’t seen in a long time, there were laughs and tons of alcohol involved even before they left the venue and got to the after-party.

He’s tired, drunk and with – exactly – twenty-three minutes of sleep. They were planning on keeping the drinks going in Niall’s place but things went south when Will ran to Niall’s restroom the second he stepped into his house and Lewis fell asleep on his couch five minutes after Niall opened a bottle of gin. So he stayed chatting with Aiden for a little longer until they lowly faded into sleep, only to be woken up minutes after by Niall’s cheek slapping into the floor thanks to the unstoppable sound of his own doorbell.

So he stumbled his way to the hallway and finally the door, wearing nothing but his briefs and the light blue shirt he was wearing in the award show.

He doesn’t recognize the voice at first, he doesn’t even know why did he just open the door without checking first but his head is starting to hurt already and his vision is blurrier than usual so it makes sense that he is not thinking clearly at the moment. It could be a paparazzi taking the best pictures he could have for the next morning Sun’s front page.

It doesn’t take him too long to recognize the man in front of him after he finally opens his eyes and gets used to the six a.m. light coming right at his face, soft but still enough for drunk man’s eyes to look down. The first thing he sees is bright yellow, loud and striking yellow thighs and he doesn’t have to look up to know who’s been destroying his doorbell.

“What are you doing here, Harry?” he finally says, running his fingers through his hair and trying to stand up straight and cross his arms to proof he is not affected by his senseless presence at his doorsteps but the facade falls immediately the second his eyes lay on Harry’s face.

He feels his shoulders give in and suddenly is aware of the fact that he’s only wearing one sock and the cold air is already messing up his bad knee but he doesn’t want to invite him in, he doesn’t want Harry looking like a train wreck with his hole night written all over his face in the inside of his house, so he rests the weight of his body on the door frame, making Harry stumbling back one step.

“You didn’t answer,” he establishes, pointing his unbalanced index finger on Niall’s chest hair and starting at it for a moment before he burps and looks up to his face. “Are you testing me?” he says again, barely getting the words out of his mouth. He is hammered.

Niall signs, he closes his eyes and rubs his forehead with the hand that’s not holding the door that keeps Harry from looking inside his house, not that was much to see or Harry was capable of seeing anything further than a five feet distance if his watery eyes could say something.

“What do you mean?” Niall whispers stretching his neck to look behind Harry, trying to find his car or anyone that brought him to his house. “How did you even get here?”

“A black car drove me here,” Harry answers like it’s not big of a deal. “But that’s not the point!” he yells and Niall has to put his hand over his mouth to shut him up but Harry takes it and holds it with his two hands right over his chest. “With that Crapaldi guy,” he says and he doesn’t sound that drunk anymore. “Are you really fucking him?”

“For Christ’s sake!” He grabs Harry by his stupid yellow jacket and drags him into the house before he could wake up his neighbors if he hasn’t already.

But maybe it was a big mistake because he next thing he hears is an over the top kind of dramatic gasp and then Harry is running through the hallway, picking up Niall’s clothes, leading to his living room where the rest of the boys are sleeping and finally, Niall hears his name being yelled and he runs to catch up with him.

“Are you sleeping with all of them?” Harry says, dropping Niall’s trousers to Aiden’s face but the only reaction he gets from him is turning around to face the other side of the couch.

“Is that Big Bird?” they both turn to see Lewis’ face popping from somewhere in the cover Niall put over him only to say that before falling asleep again.

“Did he just-?!” Harry drops the shoes and the rest of the clothes but before he could start yelling again, Niall grabs his wrist and takes him to the kitchen.

They fall into an awkward silence when they get there and Niall turns on the coffee machine to make them both a cup. He lays his hands over the table, waiting, not wanting to turn around and see Harry like this. It hurts too much, it still hurts and that makes him so mad.

He expected Harry ignoring him all night, he knew that would happen so maybe he was a little bit bitter and slightly tipsy when he recorded those stupid videos with his friends and maybe that’s the reason Harry came but he never expected this. Yes, he wanted to draw his attention but he wasn’t sure if he would even see those ten-seconds stories in an app he doesn’t use or even follows him. So Harry knocking at his door with dirty pants and messy hair was at the bottom of the list of wild way that a night like that could end.

The coffee machine beeps loudly, shattering the tension and giving him goosebumps on his arms and shivers all over his spine. He makes to cups, one with three sugars for Harry and one with two for him and hands it over to him, looking at his pretty violet nails.

“You kissed him,” Harry whispers, blowing the steam that comes from his cup, his lips touching the edge, not drinking it yet, letting the smell of morning coffee entering his lungs.

“I didn’t kiss him,” Niall says taking one sip and regretting him the second the hot liquid touched his tongue.

“I’m not talking about tonight,” Harry avoids his eyes when Niall finally looks up. “I saw it in a video,” he drinks the coffee slowly and Niall wonders if his tongue is not getting burn of he’s just that good to suck it up. “A whole show, you were over the bar with that Mendes kid and-”

“You are one to talk…,” Niall cuts him off, leaving the coffee mug on the table he was leaning on before standing right in front of Harry, “… when you have your face full of lipstick.”

Harry frowns and takes his phone out of pocket to look at his reflection before blushing and rubbing his face with his jacket’s sleeve. Thousands of pounds’ suit looking like a kitchen rag.

“This is not-” he starts to explain, looking at his reflection again to check if the lipstick’s still on and finally turns to Niall when he’s satisfied with the look on his face.

“Save it, Harry,” Niall says crossing his arms over his chest. “We both know that if I pick up my phone right now I’ll know exactly what you were doing.” He takes his coffee mug and blows a couple of times before he drinks the coffee.

The time starts running but they don’t move. It could be so easy now to ask Harry to leave, to call him an uber or something and they would end this thing for real, they would finally patch up everything that has happened since they met and never talk to each other ever again, it’s not like it would be terrifically different at how things are right now. But he doesn’t, Niall doesn’t move a muscle for other than drinking the coffee and keeping himself from looking to Harry’s eyes because it would be game over for him.

“How did we come to this?” Harry asks in a whisper again. “Why do we keep hurting each other?”

Niall sighs, loudly. He knows the exact moment that started this stupid quarrel between the two of them, he also knows how does it end, with one of them in the other’s bed and keeping the score going up and down on who is the first to give in. Niall has lost more times than he could be proud to admit – or that he could count – but not today, not when he has Harry waiting for him to end this.

“We broke each other’s hearts and never address it,” Niall finishes his coffee and takes Harry’s mug the moment he finishes his and puts it on the dishwasher.

“We were never good at communication anyway,” Harry smiles, getting closer to Niall, his hand going right to hold his face but Niall steps back.

“Don’t,” he whispers, but Harry gets closer.

“It’s okay, I lose this round,” Harry says and Niall can hear the last bit of his heart cracking.

“We can’t keep doing this,” he says, fighting the tears running to his eyes with what his soft wasted brain can give him. “I’m out,” Niall tries to leave the kitchen but Harry holds him from behind, hugging him, covering his back with his chest and laying his hands on his hips to finally kiss that spot on Niall’s neck that he knows too well.

“Let’s go to sleep,” Harry whispers on his ear, biting and licking his lobe, making Niall feel all the wrong things in the right places. “If you still hate me by breakfast, I’ll go.”

And Harry is wrong, he didn’t lose. Niall does, he always loses when it comes to Harry because he knows he could never hate him, just like this very moment when he lets Harry grab his wrist and take him upstairs to his room as nothing ever happened.

He’s falling again.

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✧I Need You✧ Chapter 194

It was the Monday before Christmas. And three days before the big holiday party that seemed to be looming all the more. While everyone important had already RSVP'd and there was no need to worry about who would be coming when, you hadn’t had much time to actually plan for it. Buried beneath a mountain of worries that no matter how many times Tony told you to ease off of, you couldn’t help yourself. Maybe when the day came that you actually could you should start being concerned.

But that didn’t help now. It was a little late to ask Pepper or Happy to start helping out- even though you knew they would without question. That was exactly why you couldn’t abuse their sense of responsibility. Nor their sense of friendship. They’d do it because it was you asking. So you shouldn’t ask.

Going through the motions like this was a little strange. You’d never had trouble before just… making phone calls. Doing what should have been ordinary tasks. Yet now it felt like you were trudging up a hill to do even the smallest of things. Open an email. Check the news. Do anything that mattered. But you just… couldn’t. Couldn’t seem to work up the will or the strength.

This in turn made you feel worse. Your lack of effort was abysmal and things were going to start suffering because of it. But worrying about that only put you ten steps even further back. This was turning into a mess. You had a party to plan in less than three days now, and you had to do it right before the holidays. Everyone would already be booked up. Not that they wouldn’t move all their things around to cater a Stark Industries event. But…

But…

Pepper was only just barely able to garner your attention. “Not that I’m micromanaging you or anything but… I’ve noticed a stellar lack of food and bar disasters. My phone’s been eerily silent.”

Every big party always ran under the assumption that if something could go wrong, it most definitely would. And always did. This close to the party- Pepper was right. Her phone should have been blowing up. She should have been delegating things left and right for clean up. It was hard to even bring yourself to admit defeat here. “I… haven’t started.”

Her brows went right up, surprise taking hold of her before a more optimistic understanding cloaked her. “I know you have a lot more to worry about than parties.”

Bringing your hands up, you rubbed absently at your forehead. “I shouldn’t.”

With a tip of her head and a cross of her arms she studied you for a moment. “Superhero duties aside, you still are running a business.”

Am I? The thought nearly popped out of you. Only just barely stopping it. Your mouth was open to say something. Something that was of more detriment to you than her. Instead you just sighed with a shake of your head. “I just fell behind, I guess.”

“Do you need help?”

This question struck you at an odd angle. If you were any weaker you might have just started crying. You almost felt it on the horizon. Your eyes avoided hers. “I didn’t want to bother you.”

“Really?” Now she was smiling. Teasing, just a little. “You’ve never had a problem with it before.”

Your own smile by comparison was gray and fake. “Well. In that case… think you can throw together something in the next three days?”

The roll of her eyes was of a somewhat loving sort. “Only for you.”

“Thank you.”

She left without another word, closing the door behind her. Left you there. Sitting. Stewing about things you had no control over yet. Things you promised Tony you’d try and stop worrying about. But you couldn’t. Anxious immobility had you for a little while longer. But when you found the connection between your brain and your limbs again…

You found yourself picking up your cell phone. Making a very important call. It rang twice, but when he finally picked up, “Ms. INY.” His usual soft voice was a balm.

“Hi, JARVIS.”

“A delight as always. To what do I owe the pleasure this time?” There was no easy way of asking this. In fact, thinking it made you feel a little foolish. So much so that when too much time had passed, “...Ms. INY?” “Would you-” The words startled out of you. But you stopped, still not sure how to ask. He waited this time, finally getting the gist, perhaps, of what was going on. “...I know you’re coming down for the holiday party with the rest of them but I… I’d like to spend some time with you. Before then. If that’s okay with you.”

He didn’t have to think much about it. “Okay is perhaps an understatement.” But this still wasn’t a real yes.

And your heart wanted to ask. So you did. “JARVIS will you come home?”

The sound of a light little amused breath escaped him. “Home…”

Something inside of you twisted uncomfortable. “I know that’s not a fair thing to ask- or even say- I know- I know you’re settled in over there, but-”

“Please don’t mistake my reaction. I think I was merely… reminiscing.”

Your smile was weak, but a shade truer than the one you’d worn in front of Pepper. “Would you mind reminiscing over here?”

There was a more certain chuckle this time. “Certainly. I can be there by this afternoon.”

“Oh.” Now you felt bad. “You don’t have to just run for me. I can meet you tomorrow.”

“I don’t have to. But I’d like to.”

Well. That settled it, then.

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He arrived sooner than he promised. A little after eleven. Pepper showed him into your office. Though you’d only just been able to break from your stupor and get a small amount of work done, his presence superseded anything else you had to do that day. Mostly because you missed him but also because you had asked him to come here and to ignore him after the fact or ask him to wait would be rude.

He was dressed rather casually, something you’d never seen him do before. And, as you got up from your desk and walked over, you inspected him just a little. Dark slacks, an argyle sweater, a warm trench coat with a cable knit scarf- which you reached up to give a little tug. “Who’s dressing you these days? They’re doing a wonderful job.”

His grin was honest. “I dress myself, thank you.”

“You’ve always had good taste.”

“I’m glad you’ve not forgotten.”

It was with great ease and relief that you lifted up on tippy-tip-toe and wound your arms around his neck, hugging him tight. His reaction was just as kind and swift, his own coming around the mid of your back. Holding to you. You missed him. The embrace probably said all that and more. But he also deserved a life free of being held to your every beck and call- even if that’s what he’d said he wanted to do.

When finally the two of you found it in yourselves to part, you rocked back a little on your heels. “Would you mind taking a walk around the park with me?”

His expression turned curious “It’s frightfully chilly outside. And snowing.”

“Well lucky for us I have a jacket and an umbrella.” Easy remedies to the problems he was posing. It would just be nice to go outside and get some fresh air. Be away from all the reminders that you weren’t doing as much as you could.

For a moment he seemed like he might deny you, but then you realized he was thinking about something else. “And what of your engagement ring?”

To this your brows shot straight up in surprise. He’d caught you completely off guard. Your hands went to your hips. “Rhodey blabbed??” Disappointed if that was the case but not necessarily mad.

JARVIS’ half smirk was very telling. “You mistake me for a fool. I assure you, I’m not.”

You weren’t really sure what he meant by that. “Are we being too obvious?” You and Tony had only tried to make it extremely clear that the holiday party could not be missed.

“Perhaps. But… while my estimations were that that would be the next step the two of you took… I was merely guessing.”

The shake of your head was a little too quick. “Ah. You tricked me. I see.” Walking away from him then to grab your jacket hanging on the back of the door. A dramatic sigh escaped you as you shouldered your coat on. “And to think I was excited to tell you myself…”

A bout of sadness mixed with nervousness caught him. “-I didn’t mean to ruin the moment.” Worried that he’d done exactly that. And feeling pretty bad about it.

You took him by the arm. “You could never ruin anything.” Assuring him. Not wanting him to carry that weight around. “Shall we?”

It took him a second to rebound, but eventually he did smile with a nod. “We shall.”

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The first thing you did was bring him down the block to get coffee. Despite all the common occurrences- superheroes and battles being waged across the city more often than ever- everyone had their phones up snapping pictures. Maybe it was that the world wasn’t used to seeing The Vision being so casual. ...all the more reason to soften up his image a little. Make him a little less alien and new and more just… like the rest of everyone else. What better way to do that than to put a Starbucks frou-frou latte in his hand.

He insisted on holding the umbrella as the two of you walked. And despite the extremely sensitive nature of literally every topic you wanted to and did talk with him about, you weren’t worried for some reason about interlopers. Sure, there were paparazzi camping on the other side of the street, matching your strides, snapping pictures, but… you and JARVIS were in your own little world. And it felt good to just let it all out. Talk with him. Confide in him.

By the time you were finished you were part way into Central Park. The lattes had long ago lost their heat. You’d finished unloading on him, and the two of you stood lakeside as he thought. His gaze was distant. Almost like he was calculating every bit of information you’d handed to him and trying to figure out the best approach to deal with everything. But. When he was finished and he turned again to look at you-

“I think… there is merit in planning. In the efforts of planning. But if you don’t mind my saying so, that is not your strength.”

This you didn’t expect to hear from him at all. Your brows went straight up and your head tipped to the side. “Really.”

There was just a tick of nervousness. Very small and barely noticeable. It was clear he didn’t want to say the exact wrong thing. He continued on regardless. “Tony’s great strengths are in his futurism ways. He’s able to see- what he hopes will come and knows what will not. And he plans. He builds. But where that is his strength, his weakness is action in the moment. Without following a set path, should something wrong happen, he becomes impulsive and brash. He falls back to others. Like Rogers. Like you.”

This was a whole hell of a lot to take in. But as you listened, as you did think about all of it… JARVIS had some very fine points. Tony was the smartest man on earth no doubt, but he was also the dumbest sometimes, too. And brash was an understatement. You remembered very clearly an incident with a reporter that then led to a missile being blasted at your house in California. It wasn’t that Tony couldn’t handle situations, he could, but JARVIS was right. Given the choice he always seemed to ask the people he trusted in heated moments what they thought the next right move was instead of ordering and falling back to his own sense.

As you were still struggling with all of this, JARVIS took a breath and then continued. “You can only prepare for an event or a future so much until it starts causing your detriment. I think all the fallout shelters that litter this world are a great example of such. Preparing for a future that would never come, some even driving men to madness.” This. This was where you and Tony were right now. You knew that’s what he was getting at. And Tony had been there- stewing in that trying-to-prepare madness a few times more than you.

Building an army of suits that he then… destroyed more than half of. That impulsivity again… And your suit too, all in the efforts of preparation. Every upgrade, every little touch. You sighed, watching your breath hang on the air. “I hope you’re not about to tell me I just need to ignore everything and go on with my life.” As if that was even an option.

His smile was sweet. “You and I both know that would be advice that would go unheeded. No. What I mean to say, is that where Tony’s strength is his planning, yours is your action. You are guided by some strange force, I have no doubt, in moments where it seems like all is lost. You always know what to do. Or what to say.”

Denial was so very easy. Your head was shaking and you turned just a little bit away. “I can’t say I agree.”

“I know you won’t, but please at least consider what I’m saying. This is why people look to you. It is not for your planning, it is for what you will do in moments that matter. How you will quell fears and calm hearts with well placed words. You make a sense of the impossible and follow through for the betterment of everyone behind you. Please just… think about this. About every time you found yourself in a terrible situation, but your heart guided you out. Your care for others makes you a very powerful force in every moment where it mattered.”

“So… what?” You lifted a hand at him in a half shrug. “You’re seriously telling me to just ignore all this and go with the flow? Just count on that I’ll know what to do when I have to do it?” This wasn’t a very reasonable plan.

Smile gone then, he frowned softly. “I am asking you to trust that Tony will plan for everything that he can. And for the things that he cannot, I know you will find your way out on the other side. I have seen it time and time again.” Still a little upset that this was the conclusion he was drawing, you opened your mouth to continue arguing, but he stopped you. “Did you plan to call me here? Or did you just do it?”

It was like he’d caught you in a trap. You felt like you were caught. Like a kid with their hand in the cookie jar. “I… I wanted to spend some time with you. And talk with you about all this.”

Strangely, he offered up his half empty coffee cup and without thinking you reached to take it from him. His then free hand moved to lay on your shoulder. “And here I am.” There was so much weight to this.

You called him because you wanted to talk- so you should trust him. You called him because you wanted to spend time with him- and he’d heeded this need without a second thought. Maybe part of you knew he would.

...was JARVIS on to something here?

“Hey- uh- excuse me?” Before you could make heads or tails of this new advice or what to do with it, a young voice called your attention. Both you and JARVIS turned and were greeted with the sight of a stout young man with dark hair and eyes. “Sorry- I’m sorry to bother you-”

You gave him a smile to let him know he was alright. “That’s okay. What’s your name?” JARVIS stood back a little uncomfortably. Obviously unused to these types of situations.

His grin was suddenly explosive and sunny. “Ned. I uh- would it be cool to get your autographs?” He then held up a very crumpled piece of paper- probably something that was shoved deep into one of his coat pockets, not exactly expecting to see either of you. He also produced a pen that you were mostly sure wasn’t going to work in this temperature.

This was an easier break so you jumped at the opportunity. “Sure thing. Would you mind holding one of these?”

“Of course! What are you drinking, anyway? Oh- hey- can you make it out to my friend over there?” He shifted just a little to nod to said kid, light brown hair, deep-set frown, and dressed in a jean jacket (too cold for such a fashion choice). Someone who wasn’t even really there at all.

Your attention went to him. He was staring out, probably looking at nothing. Spacing out. Somewhere far away. He was cloaked in such a heavy sadness. “Is your friend okay?”

Ned considered him a little more carefully. “That obvious, huh? I’ve been trying to get him out of the house all week. His aunt finally made him leave. So… now we’re here and… honestly he’s not having a good time. But I don’t know what else to do.”

“What would make him happier?” The kid was internally shaking with such grief. It was an easy guess to make- sudden loss.

“Oh I don’t… I dunno. I thought maybe an autograph or a selfie but. I don’t even think he heard me when I said I saw you. Here. Hold on-” Ned put one hand to the side of his mouth. “Yo! PETE! COME HERE!” Yelling so loud everyone in the immediate vicinity heard him.

Said Pete looked up finally, a little startled from his dark and stormy thoughts. He looked for the sound of his friend’s voice and zeroed in pretty instantly. And then he looked at JARVIS. And then at you. And embarrassment flushed through him. A strange reaction to have, really. But it did the trick and he broke free from his thoughts as he gave an awkward jog over.

His smile was an uneasy one. “Hey- hi- sorry. Is he bothering you?” Pretending like he had any control over the situation but there was a shyness here that was hard to deny. Not surprising. Considering. Well. Who you were.

“Not at all. I was about to sign my name on a piece of paper but I thought I should get your name first.” You made sure to give him a very warm smile.

He shoved his hands in his pockets. “Oh uh- I’m- uh. Peter. Peter Parker.” The name hit you upside the head. So much so that it left your brows squinched as you stared at him. Trying to remember where you’d heard that before. His unease came back tenfold. “Did I uh… did I say something wrong?”

“No it’s just- oh!” Your revelation startled all three boys standing there. “I remember you!” You were suddenly a million miles away in your memories. Crouching down to help a small child.

“I’m waiting.”

“Waiting for who?”

“Iron Man.”

Such a small and scared child. Holding on to the hope that Iron Man might come back. Excited that he’d gotten to help. But overwhelmed with everything that had gone on. Scared and lost. Just really wanting to go home.

“I won’t- Peter, what’s your last name- so I can have Iron Man send you a personal thank you note!”

“Peter Parker!!!”

“Thank you for your help, Peter Parker!” You returned to the present to see Ned’s mouth agape and Peter was turning a certain shade of nervous red. “Oh. Really?” Not believing you at all no matter how good it felt to be told that.

You laid a hand on his shoulder, imparting with it a warmth that matched that smile you were still wearing. It cut through the cold and the sadness inside of him. “Of course I do. The Expo. Took me a minute. You’re a lot bigger than when I last saw you.”

His own smile in turn then was extremely bashful as he shook his head. “Yeah well I’ll um… I’ll try to stop that.”

A soft little laugh escaped you and this boosted him all the more. “What? You thought I was lying?” He gave a shrug. “Well you know. I’m sure you meet hundreds of people every day- not lying by the way- just-... just uh…” He didn’t want to call you a liar but he didn’t know how else to phrase that thought. Stuck now. You helped him out. “Sure. I do. But none like Peter Parker.”

His head ducked. “Alright- now you’re either trying to embarrass me or make me look really cool.”

Ned gave him a nudge. “My gut says mega cool. Dude. How have you not told me about this before?”

“I don’t know- it’s never come up-”

“You parade that letter around from Tony like it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you, meanwhile-”

“Ned- shut up!” Embarrassment taking such a deep hold of Peter then as he gave him a playful little shove. Ah. Kids. Wonderful. They were both laughing at each other after squabbling a moment longer and you could just tell. It did Ned’s heart a lot of good to hear the sound of Peter’s laugh. And it did Peter a lot of good to be able to laugh. So. Peter really admired Tony. Had held onto that letter that you’d had sent his way. The next step was pretty clear. “How would you boys like to go visit the Stark Labs?” While Ned was excited, Peter was over the moon. Like you’d just offered him the world. Stars were in his eyes. Color returned to his otherwise gray heart in small drips. “Really?” “Sure.” Nodding firmly. “I’ll call Happy and let him know to expect you. Feel free to have lunch on us in the cafeteria, too. Oh-” You pretended like you’d only just remembered. “Tony will probably be there. You’re okay with that, right?” “Dude- are we okay with that?” Ned was about to explode. Peter was grinning. “We- we are very okay with that. As long as he’s okay with that- I’d… I don’t want to interrupt Mr. Stark or anything. I’m sure he’s working on all kinds of important stuff.”

You waved your hand, still holding on to that piece of paper. “Don’t worry about him. He loves visitors. He’ll show you around.”

“Really?” Both were practically jumping at the prospect. “Absolutely. Go on. Go head over there now. I’ll have Happy meet you in the lobby.” Decided then that that was exactly what they were going to do. How could you not after the way they’d reacted?

“Thank you-” About twenty of those got thrown at you frantically, but each one packed with the exact sort of gratitude two teenage kids would have over an opportunity like this. You sent them off with two equal pats on the shoulders and heard little bits of their chattering conversation as they hurried away. About how cool you were and how awesome that had been. The sudden burst of adoration from JARVIS had you quickly turning his way. He was smiling at you. In such a way that… “What?” Looking up at him confused. Not sure what he was thinking about just then.

Just a touch of nervousness held him then but he managed to get the thought out. “This may be a bit gauche, however… have you and Tony talked about having children?” Shock got the better of you, having in no way expected him to say something like that. Rebuff was extremely easy as you had no idea how to react to him saying something like that to you. “Gauche, huh? This is a little beyond gauche.” A chuckle escaped him and his head dipped. “Yes, well… I just feel as though your maternal talents are wasted on a cat.” With a little mock offense in your tone, “She does not agree with you.” The teasing mood seemed to die very quickly. He was looking at you. Considering if he should say what it was he seemed to want to say. His courage was enough to get him there. “...as well as Ultron. Who was too blind with fury to know how good he had it, until the moment when he realized it was all gone. And then he wisely begged for one last sunrise with you.”

Stunned would have been putting it mildly. Your heart was strangely aching yet full to bursting. Did JARVIS think about that often, you wondered. To say all this… it was hard to know how to react. You tried to keep the mood light. “Hmn. And this coming from-” Whatever you wanted to say it didn’t matter. His hand reached out, brushing yours, taking hold of it. Grounding you. Making you understand just how deeply he felt about this. “Someone who has never had the mind to complain about how and when you place your care. ...and has been eternally grateful for it, as well.”

Heat touched your face. As well as your heart. There wasn’t really a good word to define your relationship with JARVIS. Anything that existed would either be too little, not close enough, or maybe even too much. But you knew that you loved him. Immensely. And he felt the same way. It was exactly those feelings that guided you up on tiptoe once again, putting an arm around him. Squeezing him. Something he returned in the very next instant.

...kids, huh?

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That Thursday came almost a little too fast. Sounds of merriment and cheer rang from party central. Pepper had done an utterly fantastic job. The room was decorated beautifully. The caterers had arrived early, set up, and were serving to perfection. And the bar was fully stocked and manned. Music selection was- ...well that was easy. But. The atmosphere was perfect. And you let her know how much you appreciated that.

People trickled in and out. Stark and DC employees who were grateful to have free booze and food and a warm place to be with people they semi-liked. You indulged in more than once holiday slowdance. Everyone was having a good time. Even as the hours passed by and those not closest left. All as it should be. Leaving a table of Avengers and ex-SHIELD employees all joking and laughing with each other. Coulson had come, like he’d promised, and with him he’d brought May. Even Clint and Laura had managed to get a babysitter and come out (with the help of a private jet courtesy of Stark Industries, of course). Natasha had been keen to keep with them through the night. Helen Cho had introduced you to her son Amadeus early in the night but he’d been far more interested in talking to Tony than he had you. No hard feelings. Even Fury and Maria were there, too.

Steve had come with Sharon- which was more than a nice surprise. It was good that he was still trying to find his way in that world and not giving up hope. Although Sam seemed to hang around them like they were an official throuple. You wouldn’t judge, if that were the case. ...though you would be extremely surprised.

Wanda and Pietro had kept mostly to themselves but had loosened up a little more as the night went on. You’d noticed they also kept pretty glued to JARVIS’ side. You’d have to ask him what that was about. Maybe new-Avenger comradery?

Happy, Rhodey, and Pepper had all stayed, too. It felt like one big family. It had its problems- a lot of them- but for one night… just for one night you wanted everyone to be happy and get along. Your heart also ached at the thought of Bruce still being gone. Not here, where he should be. And Thor, too. Missing. So not a complete family but… the only one you had right now.

You and Tony had come back from the wine cellar with a special bottle of champagne, and as you carried in your arms over to the laughing group, all eyes went up your way. Tony put an arm around your shoulder, and Natasha raised her glass of wine with a little half smirk. “Come on, already.”

Maria seemed to be in agreement. “Yeah. Out with it. We’ve been waiting all night.”

Steve seemed a little confused. “Waiting on what?”

Clint lounged back. “Beats me. What are we going on about now?” Laura gave him a little pat on the leg. “Just give it a second.”

JARVIS, Rhodey, Pepper, and Happy by contrast were all trying (and failing) to hold back smiles. So. It seemed to some people this rouse was entirely see-through. And to others… well. They were a little more easily tricked. Not that this was a trick, but a… setup to an announcement. But still. They were kind of stealing the wind from your sails. Strangely despite this, it helped. You really had no idea how to do something like this. How to announce it without it being weird or stuffy or even strangely condescending in a way or- You were thinking too much. And all eyes were on you. So. “Tony and I are getting married.”

Cheers and congratulations leaked out from all around, though some sat a little in their surprise. Steve most of all. But eventually the shock melted away leaving a simple smile, and him reaching for Sharon’s hand. He looked up at you. “When’s the date?” Tony’s arm around your shoulder gave you a little squeeze. “We haven’t gotten there yet. But what I will tell you is that it will be a painfully expensive, terribly annoying destination wedding that you all have to pay your own way to.”

Boos and groans and even some stray pieces of popcorn were thrown his way. It was hard to dodge, while you were still connected to him, so you had to accept a few kernels to the face. Through laughter you gave the next most important piece of information, “This is also still a secret. So we’ll appreciate your discretion.”

Natasha’s smile was just so knowing. “Right. Well… how long exactly has this been a secret?”

Tony’s pride was beaming. “It happened on my birthday.” Through the gasps and mock noises of annoyance that the two of you would hold out on them for that long-

You piped up, “And then happened again on our anniversary.” Confusion entered into play, only until you and Tony fished your respective rings out of your pockets.

People got up then, all clamoring to get a look. They were happy. For the two of you. You weren’t sure what to ask for, out of all this, but… that was about as good as it got. Sam nursed the bottom of his beer but pointed your way. “So let me get this straight. He proposed to you and then you proposed to him.”

Steve put a hand on his hip. “Gotta be honest… seems like exactly the sort of thing they’d do.”

“Thank you?” That seemed like a rib but you decided to try and take it as a compliment. You and Tony were a team, after all, which is exactly what you’d said to him that night. It was why you wanted to engage him right back.

Tony’s smile to Steve was a little encouraging. “You’ll get there.”

Sharon put a hand up. “You’re putting an awful lot of pressure on me. I don’t think I appreciate it.” Smiling while she so obviously teased.

Coulson crossed his arms. “So. It’s obvious which people in the room got the news before the rest of us. But who did you actually tell first?” It was strange that he would ask something like this.

And it also put you in a terribly awkward situation… considering…

Tony took the lead (...and also what you were assuming might have been bait). “Aunt Peggy, actually.”

Rhodey, Happy, Pepper, and JARVIS seemed to soften all at the same time, knowing exactly why that was so important. Those were exactly the people who would. Steve and Sharon, however… seemed a little… lost for words. And this is exactly what you didn’t want to deal with. Especially because you weren’t sure if Steve even knew about Sharon yet. That was not your secret to tell. You held up the hefty bottle of champagne. “This is killing my arms. Can we open it?”

Tony held up a finger. “It was also extremely expensive. You know how I like to do things. So I’d appreciate it if you all pretend you like it.”

Mirth successfully recovered. Terribly awkward situation avoided. What more could you ask for? He escorted you away to the bar to set the bottle down. Tony started uncaging it. You sighed. “Well. That could have been bad.”

He gave a shrug. “Pretty tame, by all accounts.” His smile was giving him away.

You put your arm around his middle and nuzzled his shoulder. He was happy to be able to tell more people. When the world was let in he might really start doing all those daytime talkshows. “I love you.”

His focus shifted immediately and he turned towards you to wrap you up in his tight embrace. “I love you.”

Champagne be damned. You wound your arms around his neck and pressed up closer into him. He welcomed you there, lips meeting yours. You delighted in the comfort of him. The love that was always there for you- but especially now. Sinking in to him was all too easy.

So maybe that kiss had gone on a little longer than you meant it to. Because all too soon more jeers were being cried from the other side of the room. Along with one lone voice- “I’m getting thirsty- would you hurry it up?”

Tony smiled against your lips. “Seems like our audience awaits.” Half mumbling this against your mouth.

“They can await one minute longer.”

“Hmn.” A little hum beset by one kiss and into another. “You won't’ find me complaining.”

He wouldn’t. But they did. ...still didn’t stop the two of you from relishing in each other just a little longer.

#Tony Stark #Tony Stark x Reader #INY Chapter One Hundred Ninety Four

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"Hello, everyone," Gerard Way began, his shifty hazel eyes darting through the crowd with nervousness, searching for a familiar face in the ocean of the inquisitive audience. "I'm here today to inaugurate this majestic gallery, which, admittedly, consists of a few of my own works" — a laugh reverberated like a ripple through the audience — "but also beautiful pieces from tons of other talented artists, like Kurt Cobain, Ray Toro, Bert McCracken..." he mindlessly listed off.

He had been coerced into "opening" for the gallery, the organizers clearly not caring about his tendency to stutter, or his crippling anxiety — "You're popular," they had reasoned. "Everyone will love you anyway."

So here he was, having around sixty simultaneous panic attacks, cheesily introducing their display of swirls and colors as the crowd scrutinized and judged his every move. As you can tell, Gerard was having the time of his life.

As he rambled on about the hard work and effort and time that everyone had put into the gallery — it's not like anyone really cared; it had become a mere formality at this point — his eyes stealthily raked over the crowd, scanning the variety of expressions on people's faces; boredom, interest, restlessness, a couple of eager relatives who were hoping their kin would be mentioned — you know, the average. Everyone at art galleries were just naturally boring, he reasoned. It was sort of a given that anyone who actually wanted to spend a good three hours just walking around and staring at brush strokes was.

His eyes suddenly landed on a young scruffy man standing apart from the crowd in total contrast; unlike the formally dressed men and women, who were clad in suits and dresses, he was wearing worn ripped jeans, muddy brown converse that had been defaced with black sharpie, and a tattered black hoodie — and Gerard wondered what someone like him was doing at some sort of fancy art convention like this.

He concluded his monotonous speech (which had surprisingly only gone on for ten minutes; really, it had felt like ages) and stepped down from the podium, as the crowd applauded, actually seeming like they'd enjoyed his half-hearted monologue; further confirmed by one of the managers patting him on the back and telling him that he'd done a great job. Gerard, however, was not focusing on the meaningless validation he was being showered with; instead choosing to occupy his thoughts with that of the young man who'd been staring at one of his comic book displays in the little corner in the back of the room.

Yeah, Gerard did comics too, and today was one of those rare events in which the managers had allowed him to put them up for display (after literally hours of persuasion, but whatever). They were in the back corner, where they wouldn't ruin the whole "abstract art" vibe they had going on, but still there, and that made him very happy — despite the fact that barely anyone ever spared a glance for the tiny superhero-themed stand in the dark shadows of the room.

He pushed his way through the chaotic swarms of art critics and interviewers, all flocking to congratulate one of the alternative scene's most popular artists — he wished he was liked solely for his artwork, but everyone knew his soft hazel eyes and fluffy black hair had a little to do with it as well; although he couldn't understand what was really attractive about him, as such. All he really did before leaving the house was brush his long fingers through his loose hair, pull on an Iron Maiden shirt or something, and yank on a (probably unwashed) pair of unfashionably faded denims — yet everyone claimed that he was an artist, he was only expressing himself.

He was making a statement.

Really, the press overanalyzed the hell out of everything he did — he could blink, and the press would conjure something up about how he closed his eyes to avoid the harsh reality of the dying earth, but opened them again to show bravery, or some bullshit like that.

Gerard finally got through the ocean of scrambling reporters and fans when one of his equally well-known peers caught the media's eyes, and they all rushed over to the latter; Gerard shot him a look of pity before wrapping his suit tighter around his chest, furtively scrambling to get near the enigmatic stranger. Which was quite funny, considering it was usually the other way round — with fans and paparazzi rushing for a photo with him, or an autograph, or a quote they could slap on the cover of their magazine.

"Hey, dude," he awkwardly started, causing the stranger to lightly choke on his coffee and whip around, his eyes settling in relief and mild irritation at the sight of the harmless looking artist who'd been on stage merely minutes ago.

"Oh my god, man, you scared me," he laughed, breathing deeply. His voice sounded playful, and his eyes were a cocoa brown, with tinges of eyeliner coating his thick lashes — Gerard immediately liked him.

"Sorry!" Gerard replied with a giggle, before pausing, rocking back and forth on his toes. "So, um, how do you feel about these..." he gesticulated erratically at the graphic novels lain open on the plastic table.

"The comics?" the tattooed man asked, scratching the back of his neck. "Dude, they were rad! I totally need to find this, uh—" he stole a glance at the cover of one of the issues. "Gerard Way guy."

Which totally made Gerard smile; he never really got any feedback on his books, apart from semi-interested kids, who'd been dragged along by their parents, flipping through the pages. An actual person who thought his comics were half-decent would be an angel in his eyes, to tell the truth — yeah, he was that thirsty for validation.

"Here he is," he laughed, as the guest's eyes widened and a light blush erupted on his freckled cheeks.

"Oh damn — that sounded stupid."

Gerard immediately shook the suggestion off, a wide grin overtaking his features.

"No really — it's fine. I'm so glad you like them, usually no one really bothers with this little stand in the first place." The stranger hummed, smiling at the illustrations on one of the pages.

"I usually don't bother with art galleries in general," the man admitted. "I mean, they're mostly filled with pretentious people trying to sell some blue blob in the midst of black smudged paint under the pretext of "deep thoughts", and a bunch of gullible, mainstream, rich people too focused on staying with everyone else that they can't understand that they're literally paying thousands for shit their kindergartener could do."

And Gerard couldn't help but choke as he realized that that was actually a perfect description of more than a few of the "abstract" paintings hung up in this place.

The man took a breath, looking at the snorting black haired man in front of him with a grin.

"Never seen comics at one though. I'll have to check out more of these places."

"Dude, are you not seeing how my managers attempted to completely hide the very existence of these things at a place as respectable as this?" Gerard chuckled. "Literally — they're actually so embarrassed that I insisted on keeping them here, a bunch of lowly comic books at their high and mighty art gallery — they probably wouldn't even be here if it weren't for the fact that I'm kind of the only reason half these people showed up."

Gerard realized his last few words sounded mildly egoistic, relieved when he noted that his new companion didn't seem to mind much, in contrast actually nodding along with him.

"Yeah, I bet at least half the girls are here because of you," he winked, causing Gerard's lips to round into a surprised O, shaking his head before a throaty laugh escaped his throat.

"Wha- no! They're not — they don't—"

The stranger burst out into peals of laughter at Gerard's flustered state, as Gerard slowly realized he didn't even know the dude's name.

"What's your name anyway?" he questioned, a grin tugging on his lips.

"Frank," he replied, while Gerard just laughed again at the contrast — the guy had such a childlike personality, yet he was called one of the most serious names in history, Frank — honestly, he was beginning to think someone had spiked one of the drinks he'd had tonight. Since when did he laugh so much?

Maybe it's because you're not hanging out with some boring wannabe Da Vinci for once, his subconscious told him, and Gerard proceeded to ignore that suggestion, and stick with his spiked drink theory.

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