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tarnishedxknight · 3 months

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OC Muse: Soryn Vedrai

[Bio and other information below the cut!]

Type of Character & Fandom/Source Material: OC muse, Soryn (SOAR-in veh-DRY), from the FFXII fandom.

Full Name: Soryn Vedrai

FC: William Tyler

Alignment: Lawful Good with Neutral Good tendencies

Race: Hume (human)

Age: Anywhere from early to late 30s, usually, depending on verse. Early 40s for the Fortress verse. For context with some other FFXII characters, from the time of the prologue all the way through to the epilogue of the game, Soryn is between ages 30-33, Ashelia is 17-20, Basch is 34-37, and Vossler is 37-39 (only because he died before the end of the game, otherwise he would've reached 40, heh).

Gender: Male

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Heterosexual/hetero-romantic

Family: Parents (deceased); older brother (deceased); younger sister (deceased)

Occupation: Soldier; Knight of the Order of Dalmasca (verse-dependent); Judge Magister of the Archadian Empire (verse-dependent); Avenger (verse-dependent)

Potentially Triggering Material in Threads: war; PTSD; nightmares; violence; injury; death; manipulation; assassination; politics

Positive Personality Traits: He's kind, chivalrous, respectful, polite, helpful, brave, and hard-working. He's great with kids, has a great sense of humor, loves animals... Okay why is this sounding like a bad dating profile? XD

Negative Personality Traits: He is a bit emotionally closed-off sometimes, so he can unintentionally seem cold or distant. He can become quickly frustrated by people who refuse to help themselves and would rather wallow in their own self-pity. Hmm... I'm actually struggling to think of negative traits, he's a very decent guy, heh. I'll add more as I develop him, I guess.

BACKGROUND: (This is loooong, I know, heh, but I felt it was important to be as detailed as possible here. Soryn fills a very precarious social, political, and emotional role in the story. His existence has the potential to change canon completely in several ways, and so to make him realistic to the world and to integrate him as seamlessly as possible into the plot, I needed to really explain his mindset, the role he fills, and how he came to be in that position. Otherwise it just seems like I'm ramming him in there without any basis for him doing what he does or for the other characters to entertain the notion of working with him in any way. You don't have to read all of this if you don't want to, but it's here for anyone who wants to understand him a little better and to get a sense of the unique role he plays in the story. This also may change a little bit or become more detailed over time as I develop him, since he is a very new OC.)

Soryn grew up the middle child of the noble Dalmascan House of Vedrai. His father and grandfather were members of the Order of the Knights of Dalmasca, and Soryn followed in their footsteps. His older brother became a soldier as well, fighting with the Dalmascan chocobo-mounted cavalry. His younger sister, talented with minor magicks, was a potion crafter.

His childhood was a privileged one, to be sure. House Vedrai had more wealth than they knew what to do with, and anything he or his brother wanted to do was supported by their father. Unfortunately, the patriarchal nature of the Crown of Dalmasca trickled down into the noble Houses, and Soryn’s little sister was somewhat stifled and sheltered, prevented from following many of her dreams. Although she was permitted to work, it was heavily implied that her duty was to marry and have children. Unfortunately, she never got the chance.

Soryn lost his sister to the plague that ravaged Rabanastre. Despite their wealth and access to healing and potions, she chose to live among and take care of the poor in Lowtown when the plague spread out of control, and as a result, she fell ill and died, far removed from her family’s privilege that might have saved her. After her death, Soryn’s mother fell into a deep depression from which she never recovered. His father believed she died of a broken heart.

After losing his mother and sister, Soryn then lost his father and brother to war. His brother, already a soldier, fell in battle against Archadian forces, fighting alongside Nabradian soldiers. His father, who had been retired from knighthood due to age, felt compelled to come back out of retirement because the need for soldiers in Dalmasca was great. Unfortunately, his age played a role in his demise, and he was also struck down in battle. As the last surviving member of his House, Soryn still strove to uphold the code of morality, honor, and bravery that the Order stood for, as he'd been attempting to do since he first joined the military...

Soryn joined the Dalmascan military when he came of age at sixteen. He started out as a humble city guard in Rabanastre, and worked his way into the palace, joining the Royal Guard. He’d always had knighthood in his sights, not only because it was something of a legacy for Vedrai men to become knights, but also because he believed in the code and in conducting himself with honor and kindness. That’s the person he wanted to be, and with a mentor like Ser Coren Merek, the Knight Captain at the time, and friends like Basch, he had good examples to follow and live up to.

Soryn respected Ser Merek greatly, and when the old knight retired, Soryn then supported his appointed replacement, Basch. He had a great deal of respect for Basch as well, and the two became friends, but because Soryn spent far more of his time at the battlefronts, encampments, and forts of the war rather than in Rabanastre, he unfortunately didn’t have a lot of chances to interact much with Basch. Basch did regularly visit battlefronts and fight in pivotal battles, but he also had many duties at home in Dalmasca that kept him and Soryn apart. Nevertheless, Basch was Soryn's captain, and whenever the two men were around each other, they got along well.

To some extent, Knights of the Order went where their king, or at the very least, their captain, ordered them to. But they were given some freedom to request certain types of work over others. Soryn chose to remain at battlefronts and semi-permanent war encampments instead of remaining in Rabanastre because the city, as much as he loved it, came to remind him of all the family members he’d lost, and of a courtship when he was in his twenties that didn’t work out. He’d fallen in love with a woman who ultimately chose another over him, and he was very brokenhearted about that. So overall, Rabanstre became a bit of a painful place for him, so he preferred to be elsewhere.

Not that battlefronts were great places to be, but he had purpose and camaraderie there, and supporting younger soldiers and being that beacon of authority, hope, and morale for them was something that made him feel good. It was one thing for a battalion of soldiers to have a general with them or commanding officers, but the Knights of the Order carried with them a certain honor and positively-charged morale that uplifted the ranks. So Soryn didn’t mind being the one to charge out in front and gave the soldiers at his back that bit of courage they needed to push on with him. In fact, it was something he loved to be to them, because he knew how hard war can be, and how hard it could be to keep hope alive in battle.

As far as his fellow knights were concerned, Soryn… tolerated Vossler. Their fathers were not friends, by any means, but they were on good working terms. And Soryn’s father was well aware of how close Vossler’s father was to King Raminas. House Vedrai, while in good standing with the Crown, was not specially favored by it as was House Azelas. For this reason, House Vedrai attempted to maintain a good relationship with House Azelas so as not to earn the ire of the king. Having said that, Soryn thought Vossler made for an embarrassing and shameful knight. He thought he devalued the rest of the Order and the significance of the Code of Conduct by thinking himself better than the poor and middle class, treating and speaking of the poor disrespectfully, treating women with disrespect, and frequently running his mouth at Basch and others whom he ought to have respected as well. But Soryn was in no position to diplomatically comment on Vossler’s conduct, save for offering his opinion any time Ser Merek or Basch asked for it.

Soryn loved Dalmasca with all his heart, but he did see that it had problems. Their aging king was clinging to traditions and ideologies that were antiquated, misogynistic, and isolationist. Although not as bad on any of these points as the King of Nabradia, King Raminas was an immoveable icon of the past who refused to bend and resisted change to an unwise degree, Soryn thought. Nepotism, corruption, laziness, and conflicts of interest were also rampant among the ranks, from Raminas favoring Vossler as the son of his friend, to the aging war generals being happy to let men like Basch and Soryn do their work for them while they remained in Rabanastre and coddled the king, and finally Dalmasca being increasingly beholden to Nabradia’s rigid king due to Princess Ashe’s betrothal to Prince Rasler. The way in which both countries and kings were holding fast to ways of life that just didn’t work anymore, that ought to be left in the past, compounded the danger and political precariousness of their positions in the war between the Archadian and Rozarrian Empires.

With regard to his stance on the war, Soryn falls somewhere in between Vossler and Basch’s sentiments. Vossler, believing himself the only one who knew how to properly save Dalmasca from obliteration with nethicite, thought surrendering to Archadia was the answer. Not only would they not use nethicite to destroy Rabanastre as they have Landis and Nabudis in the past, but they would actively protect Dalmasca from hostile outside forces (like Rozarria, for example) because it would no longer be a sovereign kingdom, but a protectorate of the Archadian Empire.

Basch, however, believed that Dalmasca had a right to its sovereignty and that it is worth fighting for, but that such fighting needed to be done prudently and wisely. There was a threat from Vayne regarding the use of nethicite and danger of Dalmasca and the entire peninsula becoming a battleground for the two raging Archadian and Rozarrian Empires. Dalmasca should remain its own kingdom if it wants, but that should not be at the expense of innocent lives or done too hastily or foolishly.

Soryn’s beliefs lay in the middle of these two mindsets, and this is where his life takes a totally drastic and unexpected turn. He believes that sovereignty and autonomy for Dalmasca is possible, but the road will be long, tricky, and absolutely must include compromise and change. Surrendering to the Archadian Empire and to Vayne only puts a temporary bandage on an actively hemorrhaging wound, he feels. Continuing to ally with Nabradia only digs Dalmasca’s heels deeper into their own flawed traditions and culture which needs to be updated and brought into the future. Nabradia will keep Dalmasca stagnant and unchanging when it actually needs to evolve to survive. And continuing to fight for Dalmascan sovereignty while standing alone in the world is foolish for a small, geographically vulnerable kingdom that is completely outnumbered in military, outmatched in ground weaponry and strategy, and outcompeted in airship combat.

The key to Dalmasca’s future and survival, Soryn thought, would hinge upon its ability to negotiate and work with one of the warring empires. Remaining neutral and clinging to old traditions would be Dalmasca's undoing, and Nabradia’s king being killed and their capital being destroyed by nethicite was only confirmation of this in Soryn’s mind. Since Archadia was at Dalmasca’s borders already and Rozarria decidedly had far less of a foothold within the peninsula, especially after the fall of Nabradia, Soryn believed Dalmasca’s only chance was to negotiate with Archadia.

But it’s not as simple as all that. The Archadian government was not a monolith with a single mindset for how the war should procede. Emperor Gramis’ two eldest sons had already been executed for attempting to overthrow their father, and whispers had it that Vayne was poised to attempt the same. The split within House Solidor was clear, but so too was the in-fighting among the Judge Magisters, the Archadian equivalent (at least in military rank, if not real power) of the Order of the Knights of Dalmasca. Some of the Judge Magisters supported Vayne, some supported Emperor Gramis, and still others wanted to obtain the throne for themselves (via the supposed elections that actually chose Archadia’s emperors).

These factions threatened to destabilize the Empire and to result in Vayne becoming emperor himself someday, through nefarious means. If that happened, the power-hungry despot would certainly use nethicite more often. All of Ivalice could fall if that were permitted. So not only was Dalmasca’s future at stake, but all of Ivalice’s was as well, Soryn thought, if the Archadian Empire were to fall into chaos. The answer, then, was not only to negotiate with Archadia, but to negotiate specifically with those factions that opposed a continuance of the war and placing Vayne in power. That meant negotiating with Emperor Gramis and Judge Magisters like Gabranth and Drace who supported him and opposed Vayne.

Soryn had these ideas but lacked the power and opportunity to act on them. He also felt he ought to defer to his king on what should be done, not strike out alone. Knights served kings and queens, they did not rule. But when he was gravely wounded at the Battle of Nalbina Fortress (the very same in which the rest of the Order fell except for Basch and Vossler, and Prince Rasler fell as well), he was captured by Archadian forces and held in the dungeon imperial forces took over underneath the fortress. He was interrogated for information by Judge Magister Gabranth, and from there… everything changed.

The rest of Soryn’s timeline is very fluid because it breaks from canon entirely and may result in the changing of other major events in the game, such as Raminas’ assassination, Ashe going into hiding, Basch’s conviction and imprisonment, Gramis’ assassination, and Drace’s execution. So I’m going to leave it somewhat open as to which of those events and others might still happen or not based on the timing of rp threads and what their specific plots might be. Before this point, Soryn kindof fits into canon and can just be in the background of it all, easily added here and there. But after this point, he has the power to change many things.

(Side note: Soryn's interrogations had barely begun before the plan to assassinate King Raminas and frame Basch for it was already set into motion, although... there may be room for an AU in which Gabranth pushes back against Vayne on the plan because he's getting information from Soryn that could change the whole game, and if that point Vayne decides to go ahead with it himself, say with Vossler as the assassin instead, then that potentially changes Basch's fate. Also, Soryn would be more willing to work with Gabranth if he didn't, you know, murder his king, heh. But the details of this usually won't come up in threads, I don't think, and if they do and it matters, we can always discuss how things went down beforehand. There are just a lot of options here because of how Soryn has the potential to change a lot of things early on in the story.)

Over the course of interrogating Soryn, Gabranth comes to feel that he could potentially be a great asset to the empire. More so than Vossler, who increasingly was becoming unpredictable and self-serving in his actions (such as wanting Ashelia for himself, and shifting his allegiance from Vayne to Judge Ghis when it suited him). Although Gabranth thought that blind honor was foolish, Soryn’s honor was not blind. He wasn’t a white knight who stuck to his code even when it was foolish to do so. Although Soryn believes in honor, he also has a very realistic view of the world, and although he wanted Dalmsacan sovereignty, it was an unselfish desire and one that he was willing to approach intelligently and with compromise. Soryn’s Lawful alignment made it possible for real conversations to happen between him and Gabranth, and eventually between him and Emperor Gramis that resulted in an exchange of information and plans for advancement of both Dalmasca’s and Archadia’s mutual interests in stabilizing Ivalice and ending the war.

Over the course of two years, Soryn built mutual respect and trust with Emperor Gramis and Judge Magisters Gabranth and Drace. The information he was able to provide to them aided them greatly in not only protecting Dalmasca for their own interests, but heading Vayne off at several points in his own plans. Emperor Gramis eventually made the decision to name Soryn a Judge Magister, formally and publicly showing his trust in him, but also tipping the scales in his favor as far as how many Judge Magisters supported him over Vayne or their own personal interests.

There was little need for him to rise through the ranks to prove himself militarily, since he’d already done so as a knight. Although he had less power as a knight of a very small kingdom, his military skill both in strategy and fighting ability was undeniable. He was also skilled at both piloting and captaining airships of different types. All he needed was training regarding how to be an actual legal judge and how to run a Bureau. He was well-acquainted with Dalmascan law, however, and so handling legal matters pertaining to the small kingdom were not as much of a leap for him as they might have been for an Archadian. Because of all this, and the dire need for Dalmasca to be handled properly in the greater context of the war, Gramis decided that giving Soryn a position of power (albeit under close surveillance) was more beneficial than it was a liability. Judges Gabranth, Drace, and Zargabaath supported his appointment, while Ghis and Bergan thought it absolutely absurd and made their dissent known.

Nevertheless, despite dissent from the two Judge Magisters and Vayne as well, Soryn became Judge Magister Vedrai, and his Bureau, an additional fourteenth, was to be in charge of Dalmascan affairs. However, this was done with the understanding that, at least until the war could be definitively ended, Soryn would work closely with Gramis, Gabranth, and whoever else necessary regarding all major decisions involving Dalmasca. Dalmasca would be a protectorate of Archadia until such time as the war could be ended. Then, sovereignty would be considered provided certain stipulations were met by the throne of Dalmasca.

This decision to name him a Judge Magister did not happen overnight. It took nearly all of the two years between the prologue and Soryn's capture and the main events of the game for Soryn and Gramis/Gabranth to build trust with each other, and for there to be a mutually beneficial relationship decided upon. If Soryn was serious about working with the empire, then he would be willing to work for the empire, so Soryn's willingness to become a legitimate member of Archadian society and of the Imperial Army to see everything through to its end was a major sign of trust to Gramis. It showed that he was truly negotiating with Archadia in good faith that he would give up his knighthood in Dalmasca to fill a role that would ultimately change the kingdom and drive the direction of the war towards a more peaceful conclusion.

Soryn agreed to these terms, and for his part, he wanted assurance that Dalmasca’s throne and autonomy would be restored once the war was ended. Although it was too late to save King Raminas, he made it very clear that any plans involving the assassination of Princess Ashelia would not be supported by him in the slightest. In fact, if he found that such plans were in motion, he would no longer lend his support to the empire. Gramis agreed to Soryn’s terms, and a solid agreement was made between them.

An additional negotiation was that Soryn become consul of Dalmasca. Soryn knew this would put him at odds with Vayne, but the Archadians could and would not proceed with negotiations and protecting Dalmasca from Rozarria and even Vayne without assurance that someone they appointed would be in charge, and Gramis did not want Vayne to be that person. This was part of Soryn's duties, to balance the greater needs of the Archadian Empire and all of Ivalice with those of Dalmasca. Placing someone with interests in both the survival of the empire and Dalmasca in charge of the smaller kingdom ensured a better outcome than permitting it to remain Vayne's pet project.

When Ashelia resurfaces after being in hiding and thought dead, both she and Basch think Soryn has completely defected to Archadia, and Vossler sees him as a wrench in his own plans for what his own ambitions dictate. Gramis encourages Soryn to bargain with Ashe, and Soryn promises her the throne of Dalmasca if she agrees to some terms. She takes a while to come around to these negotiations, because she doesn't want Dalmasca to be a protectorate of Archadia, but Soryn tries to instill in her that this is necessary, at least for the time being.

Firstly, he argues, showing Archadia they are acting in good faith with the empire is of paramount importance to building trust. Second, it could derail some of Vayne's plans to have power over Dalmasca placed in Soryn's hands, and by proxy, Ashelia's. Thirdly, it would show Archadia and the rest of Ivalice that they are serious about wanting to stabilize Ivalice and end the war, and that peace for all is a goal to which the throne of Dalmasca subscribes. And lastly, under formal Archadian ownership, Dalmascan skies would be patrolled and protected from becoming a battleground. Dalmasca would be considered Archadian territory, and therefore Archadia would be less inclined to fight things out with Rozarrian in Dalmascan skies, because they would want to protect their own interests.

After hearing Soryn's surprisingly pragmatic, non-selfish, and peace-driven arguments, Basch encourages Ashelia to agree, but she's hesitant. She doesn't believe the "surrender" will truly be temporary or in Dalmasca's best interest. From here, the plot could go a number of ways depends on your muse and what path you want a thread to take. Ashelia could agree or not agree to work with Soryn or the Empire, and Larsa could get involved to help this process one way or another.

One thing Soryn would definitely do, though, is to pitch to Gramis that Ashelia be named heir to the Dalmascan throne. Soryn would push for Ashelia to eventually be fully recognized as Queen of Dalmasca. This is not only something he thinks should have been her birthright from the start, but it's part of moving Dalmasca into the future and beginning to change some of the traditions and laws that are holding the kingdom back. The sexism, the lack of female heirs and queens, and forbidding women to join the military are things Soryn things need to be eradicated/overturned if Dalmasca is going to survive as a healthy kingdom. In doing that, they ensure that a sustained and beneficial relationship between Dalmasca and the Archadian Empire could be achieved following the end of the war.

Fun Facts & Other Notes:

Obviously Soryn has the potential to change much of canon with the path his life takes, but all of these changes don't necessarily need to occur or have already occurred in threads. He could start along this path but not succeed. He could become a Judge Magister but be hampered by those who oppose him. Or maybe he stays imprisoned longer if his interrogation doesn't go well or Gabranth isn't impressed enough to bring the matter to Gramis. So the path he takes through canon can be malleable in rp threads to some extent. My goal with him is to explore these different options and possibilities that a character with his mindset brings to the story, so I am definitely up for AUs of all kinds!

The middle picture in the header of a rather elaborate suit of armor is the closest example to what I'd like his Judge Magister's armor to look like. Each Judge Magister's armor is unique and somehow personal to them in style and/or design. Being Dalmascan by blood and with his Bureau dealing with Dalmascan political matters, Soryn's armor reflects that he was once a knight of a desert kingdom. It has gold trim and accents and there are design elements of the helm, spaulders, and arms that look like radiating sun rays. I'm not sure the design in that picture is the exact one I want, but it's the best inspiration I have at the moment.

Soryn is actually a very sensitive person, but that isn't always apparent. He can come across as aloof, but this is a consequence of the compartmentalization he's had to engage in, separating his personal life from that of a soldier. He's very good at setting aside emotions for later, pushing through things like pain, fear, and panic, and being supportive of others even when he himself is not okay. But that means he then sometimes has trouble tapping into and fully engaging with his own emotions because he's so used to shelving them for later. Sometimes later never comes and he just keeps bottling, which isn't always healthy.

Having said that, Soryn's mental health is probably among the best of all my muses on this blog, heh. He's... a pretty solid guy. I'm not saying he's never been traumatized by anything, certainly being a soldier for as long as he has doesn't come without its mental scars, but he's never been tortured, abused, oppressed, etc. like some other characters on this blog have been. Even when he is imprisoned, because he was far more cooperative than Basch, he was not held for nearly as long.

The biggest and most notable thing he wrestles with is PTSD, and for a very specific reason. Soryn was present at the fall of Nabudis, the capital of Nabradia that was obliterated by nethicite. So he saw firsthand the devastation and suffering and just total chaos of what a catastrophic detonation of the power contained within a piece of nethicite can inflict on a city and population. It really both terrified and upset him. After that, there was a marked reduction in morale among both Nabradian and Dalmascan forces that hit him hard, because it felt to them like they were up against impossible odds and clearly losing. Soryn had some heart-to-heart conversations with Basch about it in the days to follow, with Basch bringing his own experiences from Landis and Soryn discussing what he'd seen in Nabudis.

It was the above experience that became the crux of Soryn's motivation to unify Ivalice and end the war for everyone, not only Dalmasca. Seeing how quickly the use of nethicite can escalate, especially when in the wrong hands or ordered by power-hungry despots, changed him as a person forever.

Potential Starter Ideas:

During the "prologue" part of the timeline, Soryn is a Knight of Dalmasca, so your muse could meet him in Rabanastre, the royal palace, or out at a battlefront. Maybe your muse lives in Rabanstre, or maybe they would be helping the war effort at an encampment near a battlefront.

Between the prologue and the main game, Soryn will be wounded at the Battle of Nalbina Fortress and captured by Archadia. Maybe your muse helped capture him, or they're in the dungeon with him, Maybe they visit him in prison, curious about him. Maybe they help him escape, or put in a good word about him to Emperor Gramis or the Judge Magisters.

During the events of the main game, Soryn can be pretty much anywhere on the Ivalician map, doing anything, as a Judge Magister of Archadia. So depending on who your muse is, things are wide open as to where they could meet him and why. I'm open to plotting in messages to help figure some things out before we start.

During the "epilogue" portion of the game, Soryn could be helping Basch to fill Gabranth's shoes in Archadia, or maybe Basch went back to Dalmasca with Ashelia in this AU, and it's Soryn who stays with Larsa to make sure he's protected. Regardless, if you muse lives in Archadia, especially within the palace, they could interact with him there. OR... Basch could stay in Archadia to impersonate Gabranth and Soryn could be the one to return to Dalmasca and assist Ashelia. Your muse could go with him from Archadia to help further, or if they already live in Dalmasca, could encounter him there.

He'll have an MCU verse, so... you guys are familiar with that by now, heh. Same deal, either a magical mishap or a mischievous Occuria brought him to present day. He would be cleared for field work fairly quickly, so he'd be going on missions and all that.

#{ out of dalmasca } ᵒᵒᶜ #oc muse: soryn

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borhaprequiem · 10 months

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A Daydream Dressed Like a Nightmare

Fandom: Master Detective Archives: Rain Code Rating: 13+ for some crude language Major Characters: Halara Nightmare, Desuhiko Thunderbolt, original nonbinary character Words: 1,074

Summary: A Master Detective who greatly looks up to their colleague Halara Nightmare gets the opportunity of a lifetime...and perhaps a bit more than they bargained for.

Author's note: wrote this self-indulgent fanfic a while ago, it's about my self insert getting disguised as Halara with the help of Desuhiko ofc. i wrote it while i was in the middle of chapter 2 so some details probably aren't 100% accurate, and i never got around to rewriting them lol. i have so many gender feels for halara...

also i am not a sw*ftie i just needed a title and came up with one in like 30 seconds

Please read my bio before following.

It was yet another cold, dark, rainy day in Kanai Ward, where a small group of Master Detectives was called to investigate an important mystery. Thankfully, to those inside the Nocturnal Detective Agency—a cozy submarine situated in the local river—getting wet wouldn’t be an issue at all.

Juno Quantum, one of said Master Detectives, groggily walked into the main room of the Agency. They were never an early riser, or the most punctual when it came to arriving at meetings, and the softness of the hotel bed was just too much to resist—they just had to sleep for another 10 minutes, which became 30 before they knew it. But now they were here, at least. Though, no one else was—except Desuhiko Thunderbolt.

Juno never got the best vibes from Desuhiko. Apart from having a massive ego, he often seemed to be thinking with the wrong head, and Juno was just glad they managed to pass as “not female” enough to evade his eye. And now that they had seemingly no choice but to interact with him, they sure hoped it would remain true.

“Hey, Desuhiko,” they greeted. “Where did everyone else go?”

“Oh!” he replied. “The chief sent everyone out on their missions and then went out himself to get breakfast. He’ll probably be back soon to give you yours, if that’s what you’re wondering.

“…Then what are you doing here?”

Desuhiko sighed. “He put me on cleaning duty today. After that rookie Yuma complained about having to do it all the time. I mean, I’m the Master Detective here! With one of the most awesome Fortes, to boot! Why should I ever get stuck picking up after some guy?!”

On one hand, Juno wanted to shuffle to the other corner of the room and stop talking to this guy immediately. But on the other…they were curious about something.

“So, your Forte…how does it work again?”

As expected, Desuhiko’s eyes glimmered at the chance to show off. “You see this backpack over here? It’s filled with alllll sorts of stuff for my disguises. Not only can I change my clothes, but also my face, voice, and body shape! Isn’t it amazing!”

Juno nodded and smiled. “Impressive indeed, but…can you disguise other people as well? Or just yourself?”

“Yep, I can make anyone look like anyone! Well, except for the voice, you’re on your own for that part. I’ve only managed to hone that skill after lots of practice and training.”

“Anyone, huh?” Now Juno was really intrigued. “So, theoretically, would you be able to make me look like, say…Halara?”

It was simply the first name that popped into their head, but it wasn’t without reason. Halara Nightmare was one of the coolest, most confident, and arguably most capable Master Detectives on the team. Juno greatly admired them from afar, even if their cold personality made them seem nigh unapproachable. Plus, as the other nonbinary detective here, their mere presence helped Juno feel less out of place.

But also, Halara was just…pretty. Their piercing pink eyes, their silky white hair, their tall and slender frame…It wasn’t a stretch to say that Juno had massive “gender envy” for them. They simply felt…inferior standing next to them with their plain black hair and their diminutive figure that was a bit too curvy for their liking.

Desuhiko’s voice snapped Juno out of their thoughts. “Halara, huh? Easy. Practically have their look burned into my brain at this point. Hey, in fact—I can show you right now if ya want! C’mere!”

“Wait, r-really?!” Before Juno could properly react, Desuhiko had already grabbed them by the arm and pulled them into the massive backpack sitting next to them, zipping it up completely once they were inside.

It was completely dark, and Juno wasn’t completely sure what exactly Desuhiko was doing to them. But after being jostled around in there for a while, the zipper was finally opened again and Juno led back outside.

Upon looking down at themself, they instantly noticed they were wearing Halara’s signature coat—navy with a neon yellow lining. And they swore everything around them was higher before…

“Ta-da!” Desuhiko cheered, looking proud of himself. “So, whaddya think?” He held up a mirror right up to the person in front of him.

As soon as they saw their reflection, they gasped, hoping their pink-tinged cheeks weren’t too obvious. They looked exactly like Halara, down to the smallest detail—it was incredible. Juno ran their hands along their new form, smiling as they noticed their flatter chest and thinner hips. For once, they actually felt comfortable in their body.

“Yeah, it’s—it’s amazing.” Juno winced upon hearing their own awkward voice coming out of goddamn Halara Nightmare’s mouth, but hey, at least everything was perfect in the visual department.

Before they could think of what to do next, though, they heard footsteps, and then the door burst open. Chief Yakou was back, panting.

“Desuhiko! Just—forget about the cleaning for now, come with me, it’s urgent. And Halara—I don’t know what you’re doing here, but good to see you!”

Juno couldn’t bring themself to speak up and tell Yakou what had happened—they were worried about getting them and Desuhiko into any sort of trouble for messing around with the disguise kit. So instead, they just awkwardly waved.

Meanwhile, though, Desuhiko had nearly started sweating bullets. “Uhh, can it wait a bit? I kinda…got something to deal with.”

“There’s no time! And—make sure to bring the backpack.”

“Fiiiiine.” Desuhiko groaned as he hoisted it on his back. As he passed Juno, he whispered, “I’ll try to be back as soon as possible. Just—play it cool until then, okay?”

Juno nodded back. Welp, they were going to be stuck like this for a while. It didn’t sound too bad, though…they looked just like the coolest detective in the agency now. Maybe they could just enjoy being them for the day. Yeah, that sounded good…as long as they made sure not to run into the real Halara.

“By the way, Halara,” Yakou continued. “If you see Juno anywhere, can you bring them back here and tell them they’re on cleaning duty now? Forget about them being insanely late, I-I just hope they’re okay. That they haven’t been kidnapped by the Peacekeepers or anything.”

Juno simply nodded again.

#📝 writing #🟡 rating: 13+#📚 media: master detective archives: rain code #🦋 human to human #🦋 nonbinary to nonbinary #🦋 instant/offscreen transformation

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THREADS ABOUT CONNECTIONS ETC

❀ *◦ dichen lachman. demi woman. she/her/they. heteromantic pansexual. ⇝ hey, isn’t that michewa noskova ( nickname: jellyfish )? i think that the forty year old from chelyabinsk, russia works as the owner of the twisted sisters pub ; sleeper agent for the dead idol, but outside of that people describe them as the scent of fresh, crisp apples; the deft use of a knife with seemingly no training; the way the sky looks after its rained in the dead of night and darkness swallowed everything but the moon; a budding orchid in a dead garden sprouting new life; a clear view to the horizon where nothing but barren wastelands lie. i hear they are distracted & disruptive, but they are also known to be brave & loving. consider giving them a visit at their home in delilah’s den gated community and get to know why they’re called the moon.

basic info

full name: michewa noskova nickname: mishi, kova name meaning: sent from heaven status: miroir (sleeper agent of the dead idol) age: forty date of birth: june 9 star sign: gemini place of birth: chelyabinsk, russia current location: anchorage, alaska (delilah’s den) gender: demi-female pronouns: she/her/they sexual orientation: bisexual religion: buddhism occupation: owner of the twisted sisters pub family: michael sanchez (husband), felix sanchez (biological son-npc), atticus villanelle (foster son), many other foster kids to be filled in as they roll in, utp sanchez (adopted daughter), utp sanchez (adopted son), utp sanchez (adopted nb child) living arrangements: a nice home in delilah’s den with plenty of space and tasteful decoration. financial status: upper middle-class spoken languages: english, russian, french personality: distracted, disruptive, brave, loving, adept, intelligent, recalcitrant, fixated

inspirations

charly (the long kiss goodnight), maes hughes (full metal alchemist), bayonetta (bayonetta), black canary (dc comics), black widow (marvel comics), princess ursa (avatar: the last airbender), johanna (hilda), chung-sook (parasite), rhaenyra targaryen (asoiaf)

bio points (tw: miscarriage, infertility)

(subject to update and change as I continue to play her and things develop)

every memory is somewhat fuzzy, trying to consolidate the wants she has vs the way she was programmed has led her to be a tiny bit shaky on details overall.

she just wanted to build a normal life, which was strange given she wasn’t meant to feel much (or want much) of anything. bad little sleeper agent.

when she met michael, at first there was a butting of heads, him being stubborn and persistent and her being introverted and secretive.

however it didn’t take long for michael to break through her walls and she fell for him, confused by the feelings and wanting to know more of what she felt. she was head over heels for him in no time and decided she wanted to spend her life with him.

they dated for a while, then got engaged and married about a year or two in. he dotes upon her something fierce and she does so in return, the relationship is equal on both ends for affection.

discussions turned to building their family and they decided they wanted to have a big one (some part of that was michewa’s own want to build something of her own out of the life she was given and find her own place in the new feelings and world she’d been plopped into)

michewa found out she’d have a difficult time getting pregnant but they still attempted to have their own kid

she and her husband suffered a ton of miscarriages and it left a damper on her spirits for a while; they eventually gave up on trying for a child, but a miracle happened or whatever and they had one biological child of their own.

from then on she did fostering, wanting to adopt but realizing that she couldn’t save everyone long term she sort of just brought children who needed a place into her home.

finding out she was fairly good at being domestic, she was fairly good at taking care of herself, having knife skills she had no place having and able to defend herself against attackers (a mugger once, etc)

she instilled a lot of this knowledge into her children (foster and bio) to try and prepare them for the world, as if what was going on out there was an immediate threat to their safety.

even though she’s not a fan of sports in general she owns the twisted sisters bar and fills the need for a sports-bar type in town. she zones out when games are on tv and cuts lemons for drinks or occupies herself with other knife skills. she makes a decent amount of money from the job and between that and her husband’s job they’re comfortable.

they are still willing to foster anyone who needs a home, and though children come and go through their house they’ve adopted at least three. this is not limited by age unless extreme (such as a 35 year old trying to get fostered?? but they’ll take up to like 22 because they know that even then you’re not fully grown and everyone needs help)

headcanons

michewa is crazy good at fighting, specializing in hand-to-hand and knives.

michewa chose to keep the noskova name to draw less attention to her new life, worrying at times that, even though the program isn’t really a thing anymore, that she’d have it all taken away.

the only person who really gets away with calling her mishi is her husband. people at the twisted sisters call her kova or miss kova, respectfully.

though she is easy-going and introverted, there is a cant to her attitude that can shift if people start to get too rowdy. she has been known to give withering looks that would chill people to their souls and physically escort people out of the bar. she sometimes does not tell her husband how physical she gets fearing he’ll worry about her and show up to take care of it himself.

they once had a pet pig named chris p. bacon. the weather wasn’t great for him and he eventually succumbed and they decided no more pets with special needs and environments (because her heart can’t take it)

wanted connections

friends — michewa has made a ton of friends in town because of the fact that she’s a business owner and a (seeming) pillar of the community. this could go as far as to be a group of other parents, a book club, people she knew when she was younger before she got married and so on. the world is our oyster. (unlimited)

best friend — technically it could be argued that her husband is her best friend, but generally one has a friend outside of that as well. she’s very open and charming and good at talking to people so she has a ton of friends, but this is the one person she’ll call if things get rough. she’s come close a dozen or so times to revealing more than she should to them, but other than her husband they really do know all of her (not dangerous) secrets. ride or die, baby. (one, gender/origin/etc utp)

former fosters — she’s been fostering for a while so the age range while somewhat narrow could be mid-twenties down. need to clear with atticus as well if the dates overlap but she continues to foster regardless!

tba

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Doom WADs’ Roulette (2008): Deus Vult II

Remember when I said that I would complete (or rather almost complete depending on the circumstances) two regions in AC: Valhalla (with other game in between)? Nevermind! Going back to WADs now otherwise that game might drive me crazy. But I’ll also increase the number of regions to complete between parts of the review to TWO, or else THIS WAD will drive me insane.

Speaking of today’s WAD and insanity...

AVE MARIA!!! DEUS VULT-

You slip and centrally hit your head on your desk.

...

Ow...

G1: Deus Vult II

Main author(s): Huy Pham (Doom Marine)

Release date: February 25th, 2008

Version(s) played: 2008-02-25c (that’s what the textfile says)

Required port compatibility: Boom

Levels: 13 (mostly spread across the slots; the last three maps are optional)

Yep, I finally said the joke thing that I forgot about in my original Deus Vult review (read it here before reading this one).

Deus Vult II is, as some of you may guess, the sequel to the 2004’s Deus Vult – a slaughter map so big at the time of its release that it had to be split into four parts to work on some of the slower computers (as an option). And then this WAD came out and said OI! Why not do the same with more maps that look better?! And then it happened.

There is so much stuff about this WAD in the text file, mentioning map details, new enemies, new weapons, etc. I will only mention that some of the maps are mentioned to be finished around the Summer of 2004; my guess is that this WAD was in the making since the release of the original Deus Vult map.

Plot-wise, demons happened on Mars, you beat the demons, and then you find out that Earth is filled with demons too. It’s time to kick some more ass.

How much humanity do I still have after the suffering I went through with this WAD? Well... Time to find out.

Now, I have seen WADs and maps that looked breathtaking in this review series in the past. Deus Vult II, at this moment, takes the winner’s cake in the visuals. Some of the maps look like complete masterpieces, and while some of you may think it goes slightly too far with details, I think I saw worse cases of over-detailing in Doom maps.

These maps also have many different bios for the lack of better words – tech bases, Japanese mountain, Egypt (Mastahpiss :] ), ruins, and, of course, hellish locations.

The soundtrack was... fine, I guess? It had bangers like in MAP20 and MAP23, but in some places, it had tracks that sounded annoying (MAP19), felt too short for a map (MAP21), might feel off (usually MP3 tracks), or weren’t even playing at all (I’ll get to that later).

What’s funny about the soundtrack, is that it can be different depending on which source port and version of the WAD you play. The regular version is from the archives, while the ultimate version can be sent directly to someone by the author after asking him by email (or just finding it on the internet at this point in time). The only difference is that MAP12 and MAP22 use a soundtrack from Lord of the Rings in the ultimate version.

The MP3 tracks will only play on ZDoom-based source ports; other ones that can play boom-compatible WADs will instead use MIDIs. I wish there was an option to choose if you want MP3 tracks to play on ZDoom-based source ports or not; like a separate WAD with just MIDIs.

Changing the subject, aside from two maps on the blind playthrough, Deus Vult II isn’t really that hard to figure out. Some of them just have more annoying elements than the other ones, like the forest in Crouching Demon, Hidden Arch-vile, inspired by the legendary Grove, and being equally annoying here as well.

There are also two cases where you climb a mountain, and it’s also annoying; not because of the climbing itself but due to the enemies constantly popping from the ground behind bushes as you get close (in Eagle’s Nest at least there are bushes).

The two really annoying maps were Stargate and Unholy Cathedral (not to confuse with the one in the original Inferno episode) – the former due to being a mangled maze of a map, and the latter for having a moon-logic level of hidden switches in some cases.

But there is some interesting stuff that makes me grin like an utter goober; like how you transition between most of the maps organically (especially at the end of Stargate and Desert Temple with the ancient portals).

Entryway Pass has some kind of uber barrels in the blue key area, where these are much stronger than the original ones; and surprisingly, they only appear in this location.

I also like the concept behind You Shall Not Pass, where you run away from the boss mooks through the entire level until you reach Invun and decimate them (at least the ones that don’t fly away to the other side of a map).

The final level is MAP29 – Saint Peter’s Gate, and from there, you can choose how to end the WAD. You can just end it by going through the left gate; you can choose the right gate to play the original Deus Vult map (thank God that I don’t have to play it); or, you can go straight on your path, ending on a secret level.

Although, I feel like The Manliest Fight EVER feels misplaced, because after beating it you are rewarded with a weapon that you can get 3-4 maps earlier and you end up booted back into Stargate. It’s like something was missing between MAP13 and MAP19.

There are two types of hard in Deus Vult II – manageable and insanity. The former happens in most of the WAD; despite tougher moments, there is still a chance that experienced players won’t really have that much of a problem with some of the tougher moments. The latter type happens less often, but it has a chance to scar you for a long time; fight in the hub area of Unholy Temple, the entirety of Hell’s Vendetta, the secret encounter in Crouching Demon, Hidden Arch-vile, and probably the second half of MAP31 are the biggest examples that come into my mind.

This WAD utilizes two new enemies as replacements for Wolfenstein SS and Keens, both appearing from MAP21 onwards. The first one is Hell Cleric, which has 200 health, barely flinches, and fires a volley of three fireballs at you. In large groups, these guys can fuck you up (proven by the Minas Morgul Requiem section in Hell’s Vendetta).

The second new enemy is much, MUCH worse – Flying Balrog AKA Afrit the flying Baron; and not just a typical Afrit that’s just a kind of tougher, flying Baron variant with new attacks, but the Scythe 2 beasts that can wreck Cyberdemon 1v1. Luckily, they have only 1500 health compared to the original’s 2500.

You thankfully gain two new weapons. You now wield two pistols instead of one, which means bullets won’t be any more useless to you until you find a chaingun.

There are also Sauron’s Gauntlets which are basically melee BFG. It shreds through every enemy, including flying Barons. The only one who still has a chance to kill you with these gloves is Cyberdemon.

Now remember when I said that some of the music tracks don’t play at all? It happens with the first three levels, and it looks like it’s due to the newer version of GZDoom having problems with some of the MP3 files. Gee, at least it could play MIDIs as a failsafe, but screw that, I guess.

Deus Vult II is a better WAD on every level when compared to the original map... it is also harder than the first DV. If you enjoy slaughter maps/WADs, you will be in heaven playing this WAD.

As for me, I am really excited to leave this WAD behind and play the next one on the roster list. It is Eternal’s final WAD from the 2008 roster.

But until then, I’ll see you next time.

Bye!

#doom #doom wad #review #doom mod #doom 2 #doom 2008 #2008 #doom deus vult #deus vult II #doom deus vult II #doom wads’ roulette #cacowards #top ten wads of the year

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Stark Hub - Two Friends In a Room They Might Kiss

Pairing: Pornstar!Bucky x Pornstar!Reader

Word Count: 12+ k

Warnings: PORN with plenty of PLOT (oral, female receiving, masturbation, p in v, pet names) MINORS DNI!

A/n: It is finally here, so sorry for the long wait but hopefully the length and the smut makes up for it. This one was by my hardest to put together and I was breaking my head the entire time I wrote it. With that being said I do hope you enjoy it, and any and all grammatical errors are my own, there’s only so much editing I will catch lol. THANK YOU ALL FOR READING!

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“Would you like me to mix up the days you film with these guys or would you like to pick and choose the days you film with them,” pepper questioned as she glanced from her calendar to your awaiting eyes.

“Which have requested me,” you question leaning forward in your seat.

“Steve, Wilson, and surprisingly Thor this week,” she replied meeting your eye with a knowing smile, “and of course your favorite wall of muscle Barnes, but I have a feeling you already knew that.”

A smile pulled at your lips, heat creeping up the back of your neck at the mention of Bucky, “what’s the filming schedule look like this week, how many days am I supposed to fill?”

“We have you set for six, so Steve, Sam and Thor will take a day out of the six and Barnes is set to have the other three given the private filming.”

“Private filming,” you question, had Bucky actually been serious about the private shoots?

Pepper is nodding then, “yeah, since we’re doing requested privates now courtesy of Sharon, Bucky came to me asking if he could get started on his,” she leans forward in her desk then calendar forgotten in the moment as a smirk splits her lips “did you know you’ve been asked to film 15 of those private films with him?”

Oh you were well aware.

“Are you sure it’s me they’re asking for,” you questioned choosing to play a blind eye. You weren’t sure you were ready for pepper to know about your night with Bucky a little over a week ago.

Peppers smirk grows, “I had a feeling you’d throw that out, but I'm your boss so I should know you just as well as you know yourself.” You watch as she grabs something from under her calendar, “courtesy of Barnes, he said you might be a little unsure,” Pepper remarks passing you the paper. Your hands take the page from hers slowly, eyes darting down to look over the requested privates, all with your name listed as Bucky’s chosen costar for the scenes.

Your eyes flit back to your boss, “If you look a little further,” she murmurs, “it also provides a brief description of what our patron wants from the two of you, look closely and choose three.”

Your eyes are drawn back to the paper, scanning the brief yet detailed descriptions of what the soldiers' patrons would like to see. You're looking back at pepper, “these – these are so intimate,” your brows furrowed as you go back to the description, “why?”

“Most of the requests come from female subscribers of the soldier,” she answers, “while yes seeing a more rougher side to the soldier is ideal for men, women on the other hand want to see a more intimate touch to him.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” you murmur breathily, “a session of him eating me out, mutual masturbation,” the last one has your brows furrowing, “webcam scene,” you question, “What's that?”

“Well from what Clint has informed me a webcam scene would be exactly that,” she answers and your eyes meet hers waiting for further explanation, “basically stark hub would provide you and Bucky with our best webcam technology to film this scene.”

“So, a computer with a webcam attachment,” you clarify, “does that mean the filming crew will be absent and it’ll be just Bucky and I?”

Peppers smirk reappears “that’s exactly what that means, you two can choose to film the scene here in the studio or,” she leans forward, “you can film it somewhere else; Clint and I won’t mind.”

Your eyes widen, “pepper!”

Your boss laughs as she falls back to her seat, “I’m just teasing you y/n, though given how close you and Barnes have become since your first film together I don’t think he would mind much if you chose a more intimate location.”

You groaned as heat filled your cheeks, your body falling back into the cushioned seat as you sank, “pepper it is not like that!”

“Oh,” she grins, “I think Barton would beg to differ!”

“Pepper,” you shriek, “he told you?”

“Be glad it was just me he told and not Tony, he would have had a field day,” she chuckled pointing at you, “now, back to business, how do you want these days split?”

Another groan is tumbling past your lips, “and you’re sure he didn’t tell Tony,” you question as you sit up.

Pepper peers up at you pen already to the calendar, “y/n I assure you if Tony had found out that Barnes was shooting extra money shots without his or Clints knowledge both of you would have wound up in his office, now days,” she urges tapping her pen.

“You better be sure about this Pep, I know other stars have done it but I feel like Tony would have my head if he knew.”

Pepper sighs placing her pen down, “y/n you’re under my management now what and who you choose to do, and when you choose to do it might I add is none of my husband's concern, now as for Barton running his mouth to tony, he wouldn’t dare he was told as much when he told me about it – and he only told me because he knows how much I'm rooting for you and Barnes.”

Your head doubles back, “excuse me, rooting,” you question which earns you a grin, “you’re rooting for Barnes and I?”

Pepper shrugs her shoulders, “what can I say, I know potential when I see it, now days, give me days, I need to submit these to Barton immediately.”

You shake your head at your boss though a smile of your own pulls at your lips, “I’ll take the god of thunder Monday, Cap on Wednesday, and Falcon Friday.”

Pepper delves into her calendar, “so then Barnes will be Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, with your break on Sunday.”

“Sounds about right, say were these days run by Tony, like the guys actually requested me?”

“Requested, Run by, and explained.”

Your head snaps to the doorway, eyes meeting ocean blues, “here to stir up some trouble for my star Barnes, have you forgotten how to knock, was sure you mother would have taught you manners,” pepper questions tone teasing.

Bucky shakes his head a grin pulling at his lips, as his fingers reach up to knock against the wood “just wanted to see if y/n was available to get some coffee with me before my shoot with falcon and the widow.”

Your eyes widen, “you’re shooting with Wilson and Romanoff, that’s a thing?”

A chuckle bubbles past Bucky’s pink lips, eyes locking on yours, “the pairings never been done before, but there’s a first time for everything,” he answers, “so coffee,” he questions once more, “I had texted you about it but I’m assuming you left your bag in the lockers.”

“That I did,” you answer, “I was just supposed to have a quick meeting with Pepper about my days so I didn’t even think to grab my phone, but yeah I'll grab that coffee with you,” you add as you push up from the chair.

You turn momentarily to your boss, “is that okay Pep, can I go grab coffee, or did you need me still?”

Pepper looks at you with a knowing glint, “as long as it's actually coffee that you two will be getting and nothing more,” she grins looking past you to Bucky.

“Scouts honor pep,” Bucky responds, “three days of filming privates with y/n should be enough to keep my hands to myself.”

“I’ll hold you to that Barnes,” she laughs, and you’re sure in that moment you’re the only one who's burning from the heat in your cheeks.

Were they aware you were still in the room?

“Promise pep, and you know I keep my word, or at least try to,” he smirks, “shall we,” Bucky questions getting your attention back to him.

Oh so they were aware.

You somehow bring yourself to nod your head moving over to the open door, Bucky’s hand finding your lower back as he goes to guide the two of you out.

“Oh y/n, Bucky, before I forget” Pepper calls before you can get too far, “don’t forget to discuss which three private requests you’d like to do, Clint is also going to need those to prepare your sets!”

“I’ve already submitted the three requests I'd like to film,” Bucky answers looking back at pepper.

“You did,” you question looking at him, his eyes meeting yours, “yeah ran them by Clint this morning, I'll fill you in at the coffee shop c’mon I don’t have a lot of time.”

“Right.”

“Have fun you two,” pepper calls after the two of you, “I’ll see you tomorrow y/n!”

“So, were you gonna text me that you had already picked out the privates or, were you hoping to just keep that a surprise?”

Bucky grins at you over the top of the mug almost pressed to his lips, you watch as he takes a careful sip, the liquid sliding smoothly down his throat before he’s placing the cup down.

“Well, if you had, had your phone on you this morning you would know that not only did I invite you out for coffee before my shoot, but the privates that I prioritized for this week.”

“Well, if someone,” you mock, “had let me grab my bag before pulling me out of the building I would have been able to see these messages you supposedly speak of sending.”

Bucky leans back in his seat, built arms crossing over an even broader chest, “sugar, I only have so much time before I'm due on set and I kinda really wanted to get coffee with you this morning so excuse me for not wanting to waste more time in getting your bag.”

Heat floods your cheeks once more at his words, the thought of Bucky wanting to get coffee with you before a shoot had your heart swelling in your chest. Not wanting to give way to the true feelings brewing you find yourself leaning forward, a small smirk kissing the corner of your mouth, “cute.”

Bucky raises a brow, “excuse me, what was that sugar,” he questions a smirk of his own pulling at his lips.

“I said cute Barnes, you’re real cute.”

He’s leaning forward then, fingers curling around the mug, “glad you think so cause it's only for you,” he teases.

The heat grows to the apples of your cheeks, and this time you can’t help the shake of your head as you hide your grin behind your hand, “so those scenes,” you question hoping to ease the swell of emotions rising in your chest, “which ones did you choose?”

And Bucky catches on to what you're doing, a chuckle bubbling past his lips, but he indulges you anyway, “well most if not all the requests that my subscribers sent in were good and if it was allowed, I'd film them all in one week, but it's not so I had to grab the best picks.”

“And?”

“Well,” he continues, “the ones that caught my eye and the ones that I found myself coming back to were the ones where I eat you out, we masturbate side by side, and the webcam one.”

All the ones that had caught your eyes as well.

“Are those okay with you,” he questions, “or would you like to go over the list now that we’re together, I can still make changes if you’re un-”

“Those are the one’s I chose as well,” you cut in, the spread of Bucky’s smile is slow but blinding.

“How’d you line them up,” he questions.

“What do you mean?”

He leans forward in his seat, arms folding over the top of the table, as he gets in as close as he can, “In which order did you want to film the scenes.”

“Oh,” you breathe brows furrowed, “I actually hadn’t thought about that, how did you line them up,” you question.

“Well,” he starts, “I was hoping to start my week with you by showing you how a real man eats pussy, really kick off our days you know, then,” he leans in closer, “I was thinking of laying you down and really showing you how crazy that body of yours drives me, get you off a few times, really push your body to the limit, you think you’d squirt for me?”

Your breath hitches in your throat, “bet you will,” he continues, his seat scraping slightly against the wooden floors as he leans in closer to you, hand pushing his mug and yours to the side. “You’d be my good girl and return the favor right,” he questions finger hooking under your chin to bring you closer, “I know you would, always been so good for me since the first day.” Bucky hears the low whine that builds in your throat, catches how you shift in your seat, “can’t wait to get inside of you on the last day though, really give it to you, want you to feel every inch of me, want you begging - no crying for me to fuck you.”

“Bucky,” you breathe, he dips in then lips barely brushing yours, “gonna have my name falling from your lips in a silent prayer as I fuck you into my sheets.”

In your mind a record player scratches, did he just?

“We’re filming at your place?”

He’s still so close eyes locked with yours as he nods, his nose bumping yours slightly, “what I want to do to you,” he breathes, “is not meant for anyone else’s eyes except me and you.”

Your half expecting him to pull away then, a devilish smirk appearing on his face as he sees how flustered he has you, but he doesn’t. He manages to steal your breath once more as he presses his lips to yours holding you to him with a single grasp of his fingers to your chin as you share a languid kiss.

It’s unexpected, but you still let your eyes fall shut as you revel in the feeling of his lips against yours. You don’t think you’d ever say no to kissing Bucky Barnes.

But as quick as it came, it’s gone even quicker, a chuckle meeting your ears as he pulls away. You will your eyes to slip open that devilish smirk still presenting itself anyway.

“Pepper told you to keep your hands to yourself,” you mutter tone playful yet bashful as you sink back into your seat, tongue running over your kissed lips.

He’s laughing a full belly laugh then, as he takes his own seat once more, “I may have told pepper I’d keep my hands to myself, but I didn’t say I’d be on my best behavior.”

“I’d say,” you chuckle, “you know - I never expected you to actually kiss me outside of set.”

“Really,” he questions, head doubling back, “sweetheart I’ve done more than just kiss you outside of set at this point you shouldn’t be surprised I-”

“Bucky, I swear if you say it has something to do with our job -” and the next question is out before you can stop yourself, “do you really think that little of me,” you question brows furrowed.

It’s a question that freezes the two of you, but a question that was now thrown down onto the table nonetheless. It had been one that had been bouncing around in the deepest parts of your mind. Were you more than just a body for Bucky, did you actually mean something to him outside of work, outside of the sex?

Did you mean something to him, like he was starting to mean to you.

The air has somehow grown tense, “I – I wasn’t going too say that,” he starts, “what I was going to say is that I’m comfortable with you but you already know that, and well given last week I assumed it’d be okay us being friends and all.”

“But Is that what friends do, sleep with each other and steal kisses in quiet coffee shops?”

A grin tugs at his lips, catching the teasing tone laced in your voice at the end of your sentence, “well we’re not exactly the textbook definition of friendship, I’ve seen the most intimate parts of you before even having gotten to know you, hell we got closer because of our scenes, and well now look at us out for coffee.”

“Seems we’re doing things a little twisted.”

“Does it bother you,” he questions, and Bucky wants to know, wants to know what you like, what you dislike, he wants to know you.

“No actually, it doesn’t bother me, if anything I worry it might bother you,” and that has his brows furrowing, “we got close kinda fast,” you answer, “hell we were having sex in the showers three weeks after our first scene, I just wonder if it makes you uncomfortable, or if it makes you feel some type of way.”

A good way.

Bucky leans in his chair then forearms finding the table as he holds your gaze, “listen, I wouldn’t have taken you to the showers, wouldn’t have agreed to take you home and give you a sense of normalcy, and I definitely wouldn’t have kissed you just now if it made me uncomfortable, if doing these things with you made me uncomfortable.”

There's a second, maybe two of a pause before he’s speaking again, “I wanted to do that with you, take you to the showers, have you get me hard because Sharon can’t, take care of you when you need someone to touch you a certain way, and yeah maybe our friendship is a little twisted but have you seen Nat, Wanda, Sam hell even Steve, we’re all doing things a little twisted sweetheart, but it works for us.”

A small smile pulls at the corner of your lips, “and for the record, I like doing the twisted things with you, you make it easy, you make it fun, and I like that.”

I like you.

Your smile grows, “so, should I be expecting more spontaneous coffee trips then?”

Bucky’s smile mirrors your own, “was actually thinking we could get some tomorrow before your shoot, and then the day after before we’re set to film.”

“Might as well do the entire week Buck,” you laughed.

“Even Sunday?”

A warmth settles in your chest at the smile playing on his lips, how could you say no, “even Sunday.”

His grin grows lips parting to share something with you but then his phone is chiming from his pocket, “shit,” he mutters reaching into his pocket, he looks down at his phone, “I have thirty minutes to get back for the shoot.”

“Thats okay, we can go Buck, besides you did promise me coffee tomorrow,” you reply as you push to your feet, “don’t want you getting there late and giving stark another reason to keep me under close eye.”

Bucky smirks as he stands leaving placing a few bills on the table, “as if catching the eye of the soldier isn’t enough.”

Your cheeks warm, “guess I don’t know how to keep away from trouble.”

Bucky throws his head back as laughter bubbles past his pink lips, “well your worth the trouble,” he grins as he moves over to you, arm falling over your shoulder.

“Your worth the trouble too Barnes, now c’mon I wanna snoop around the set for a bit, want to see what role you’ll be playing.”

He draws you closer lips finding your ear, “anyway that I could possibly get you alone before Clint starts filming give you a sneak peak of that role?”

Laughter bubbles past your lips, your body leaning into his as you elbow his side, “just say you need help getting it up buck.”

You don’t have a chance to get away quick enough as he pulls you into him a growl meeting your ear, “now you’re just asking for it, no way I'm waiting till Tuesday to get my hands on you.”

And God did you hope he wouldn’t, and he hadn’t.

Monday morning brought him and your promised coffee, but it also brought you your first wave of arousal as he pushed you into the sets main film area, ‘gonna think of me while Thor bends you over that island sugar,’ he hummed, ‘gonna wish it was my hands bringing you to release, my lips eating that pretty little pussy, my cock stretching your walls, filling you up.’

You had been thankful that your lips were wrapped around the straw or he’d have had you right where he wanted you, preening his name and begging him to take you to the closest storage room.

‘I recall you promising pepper you’d be on your best behavior Buck,’ you had murmured around your straw earning you a wolfish grin, ‘sweetheart that was Sunday that I promised that it’s a whole new day.’

‘You don’t behave and Thor and I won’t have a scene to film,’ you warned pressing a finger to his chest.

The grin grows, ‘oh,’ he questions, ‘and whys that, you gonna move your days around’ you’re following your hand then as you push into him, chest pressed against his as you lean in, ‘because I'll be too busy getting you prepped for your scene with Carter.’

Bucky’s head falls back, hands gripping your waist tightly as a chuckle bubbles past his lips. A smirk sits pretty on your lips when he comes back to you, ‘your awful for that’ he grins, ‘I'm awful, babe you’re the one who looks for me,’ you throw back with a laugh.

Buckys lips are parted as he looks at you almost glaring, ‘oh you little -’

‘Barnes its good to see you,’ a cheery voice booms from behind, ‘say, you’re not trying to steal my scene with y/n are you now?’

‘Not at all Thor, still all yours,’ you answer, ‘Barnes just needed a little help from me.’

‘You filming with Carter,’ Thor questions Bucky as he gets closer.

Laughter breaks your lips, your head finding buckys shoulder as you try to contain it, ‘don’t worry lad, I'd be coming to y/n too if stark ever placed me with sharon.’

‘Jesus,’ Bucky groans as your laughter grows ‘was it sam or steve?’

‘sam had one too many and let it slip, but again I can’t blame you,’ Thor continues, ‘a cat in heat screaming in your ear must be awful I'd have a hard time keeping it up myself.’

Your back is hitting the side of the island, a snort leaving your lips, ‘a cat in heat,’ you choke out, ‘oh my god thor!’

Thors laughter breaks next, buckys groan growing, ‘laugh it up sweetheart, I'll make sure you pay for it tomorrow on set,’ he threatens but it does nothing to cease your giggles.

Thor slaps a hand to Buckys arm, ‘listen Barnes my dressing room is empty if you want to whisk this one away for a few, maybe give her a pre-lesson, the wetter she is the better for me,’ he grins.

That has your laughter ceasing, head lifting as you look at a smirking thor, a wink being thrown at you, ‘don’t mind if I do odison, I'll make sure she’s nice and wet for you.’

Your eyes move over to Bucky, as Thor speaks up once more, ‘ if clint asks I'll tell her shes just freshening up, I don’t think he’ll mind waiting for the star of the show’

‘oh don’t you worry you won’t have to wait long.’

Bucky had had you breathing his name into his lips in minutes, pussy clenching around his fingers as he brought you your first release before your day had even began. You weren’t sure how you had been expected to walk out of thors dressing room after that, much less make it through your set with Thor without hearing the words he had breathed into your ear before he slipped out, ‘when you’re screaming his name just know you’ll be thinking of mine’

And thought of his you had; it had taken everything in you not to let your tongue slip while Thor pounded into you from behind, his large hands at your throat as he demanded you speak of the name who was making you feel this good.

‘would you like me to tell Barnes to keep his hands to himself for the days he isn’t filming with you - though I don’t think either of you would actually stay away from one another.”

You looked at pepper incredulously, “pepper,” maybe you shouldn’t have told your boss about Bucky’s antics.

A grin parts her lips, “i really don’t know what you want me to say,” she laughs, “it’s really no surprise y/n, that man is as taken with you just as you are with him, and it seems the others are beginning to see just how deep that set chemistry runs.”

You let her untangle the knot of your robe, the silk falling from your shoulders exposing your lace covered body to the chill of the room, “but what if it's not chemistry pep, he might just really like the sex,” you murmur, the thoughts from the coffee shop rearing there ugly head.

Peppers fingers still on the fabric, “y/n, sweetheart I can assure you that it's not just the sex for Barnes, having sex is his job yes, and it was his job long before you got here, but trust me when I say we’ve never seen him like this, seen him so comfortable with another costar, and I've had the privilege of knowing him for years now.”

You let her take the robe from your body, “Bucky has always let Tony assign his films, he’s never really had a hand in picking them, and he preferred it that way,” she continues, “the stars he works with are because Tony has put them together for him, but now Bucky’s been the one calling the shots.” Pepper kneels then hands falling to your exposed legs, “listen Bucky’s comfortable with you, and that’s all that matters - I’ll also chalk your uncertainty on the scene itself, it’s not one you’ve filmed before, and it’s more intimate than you’ve ever been with the soldier, but you need to remember it’s Barnes, persona or not at the end of the day the one bringing you to release is Bucky.”

“Pepper,” you whine, “that doesn’t help!”

A grin pulls at your boss’s lips as she pushes to her feet, hand patting your cheek comfortingly, “stop worrying y/n, now listen get yourself set up, I'm gonna bring in Barnes and the crew, remember,” she points at you, “knock em dead, and show them how it's done.”

You huff after your boss, watching her turn on her heel to make her way off set Bucky and Clint stepping in shortly after her dismissal.

“there’s my favorite starlet,” Clint greets with a bright smile, “you ready to give me your best money shot sweetheart?”

“Favorite,” you question brow raised, smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth, “watch it Clint the others might hear, I'm already on thin ice here.”

Clint laughs as he moves behind the equipment, Bucky moving towards you, “if you won’t tell, I won’t either,” he calls back.

Your eyes are on Bucky as he draws closer, “he’s really good at keeping secrets,” Bucky grins as he looms over you.

“Oh is he?”

“Very,” he replies grin growing, “did you miss me?”

“How could I miss you, when you made it very hard to forget you in the first place, you’re quite incessant Barnes.”

His grin morphs into that of a smirk, “so I take it your scene with Thor went well then,” he questions taking a seat next to you shoulder bumping yours.

A quiet groan leaves your lips, you should have known Thor wouldn’t have kept the incident to himself, “and I'm to take it he mentioned my slip up?”

The smirk grows, “don’t worry, the god of thunder didn’t mention it to anyone else seeing as it was my name spilling from your lips, gotta say sweetheart I'm flattered.”

You're smacking at his exposed chest, “to be fair, I didn’t actually say your name, I ended up calling Thor baby to save face, but it’s a slip up he still managed to catch.”

Bucky’s leaning in to you voice low as he speaks, “like I said sweetheart I'm flattered, and if it helps any my mind was on you the entire session with carter.”

Your eyes lock with his, lips parting to share your disbelief but Clint is pulling both your attentions lol, “alright you two, so this isn’t going to be like the other scenes we’ve filmed,” he starts, “there’s not really gonna be a given direction, nor a money shot that I'm after, I'm just going to kind of let Barnes here take the lead, so whenever the two of you are ready you can get into it and the crew and I will start filming.”

“Not even gonna wave your one finger at us, to signal us off,” you question a smile pulling at your face.

“Not today starlet, gonna let the soldier take the reigns on this one,” he smirks, “Barnes, whenever you're ready man.”

Bucky it seemed never needed to be told twice when it came to kicking off a scene with you, the second Clint had given you two the okay his hand was finding your cheek pulling your attention away from Clint and to him with a single hot press of his lips to yours.

You couldn’t help the way your body melted into his, hand finding his chest as you let yourself get lost in the feel of his lips languidly moving against yours. A breathy gasp has your lips parting, as Bucky takes your lower lip between his teeth pulling. He seizes the opportunity to push his tongue in, coaxing your tongue to dance with his. Your lungs burn as he continues to steal your breath away and when it all becomes too much you pull away gasping for air, eyes dazed as you stare at Bucky his lips swollen and glistening in the dim light of the bedroom set.

The air around you is electric, your body thrumming with want. You can’t bring yourself to move as Bucky’s eyes watch you, his thumb running over the apples of your cheek.

“Been thinking about you all morning sweetheart,”

oh,

“Been thinking about this pretty little pussy too,”

Oh.

His hand slips down your cheek gliding till he’s cupping your jaw, thumb running over your lower lip, “you gonna let me eat this pretty pussy baby, gonna cum all over daddy’s tongue?”

Fuck me.

A husky laugh is leaving his lips as he leans in once more, “you want to be fucked pretty girl, want to fall apart on my cock?”

A needy whine bubbles up your throat, as you go to close the distance between the two of you, but his hand to your neck stops you, “you’re not getting my cock today,” he murmurs, tongue licking over your parted lips, “but you are gonna get fucked, gonna have you cumming all over my tongue, have you screaming my name so loud the others are going to be tempted to come see who has you feeling so good.”

Your fingers wrap around the hand that’s pressed to your neck, body leaning into his so that your lips are barely brushing the soldiers, “would you like that pretty girl,” he murmurs, “would you like to come all over my tongue, let me get a taste of how sweet you really are.”

You’re nodding your head rather frantically, nose bumping his, as you're once more pushing into his hand to close the barely there distance between your lips. He moves away only slightly, your lips barely brushing his, “soldat,” you whine, pressing in once more.

A breathy chuckle is fanned across your lips, “you want a kiss,” he coos, you're whining your affirmation, “don’t worry, you’ll get your kiss.”

He’s pushing on you then, guiding you down onto the sheets, large hands pressing along your skin till your flat on your back, legs parted for him to slip easily between.

You wait with baited breath as he leans down nosing along your cheek, dipping well past your chin till he’s meeting the skin of your neck. A soft sigh leaves your lips, eyes fluttering shut as he kisses along the sensitive skin of your neck.

Goosebumps arise along your skin, as he continues to search out the sweetest parts of your body, his hand joining in as it trails up your stomach, stopping just above the cups of your lace bra.

His thumb glides against the swell of your breast, the digit catching on the fabric of your bra. His minstrations on your neck come to a stop as he pulls away to glance down at you. His eyes darkening as he watches your ample breasts rise and fall. Your breath catches in your throat, he had never looked at you like this.

The soldier is drawing a quiet gasp from you, his thumb gliding over a now hardened nipple, the heat quickly pooling between your legs. He chuckles lowly, warmth breath fanning across your dampening skin, “does that feel good?”

You're breathing a breathless ‘yes’ though a whine is quick to follow as he pulls his hand from your breast to trail lower, you suck in a breath as his hand meets the lace of your panties, fingers running over the skin there.

“How about this,” he questions, “still feel good,” you’re nodding your head, a whine bubbling in your chest, as his fingers dip into your panties, “would you like me to make it feel even better?”

“Use your words pretty girl,” he commands.

“Please, please touch me,” you breathe, “want your hands.”

“And where do you want my hands pretty girl?”

Where didn’t you want his hands, “on my pussy,” you answer, “please touch my pussy.”

His hand flattens against your body dipping into the lace, fingers cupping your dampened skin, a needy moan falls from your lips as he presses a single digit into your folds.

“Soldat,” you moan, “please.”

A smirk pulls at the soldier's lips, “say please so pretty baby,” he husks, “I want to have you begging though, want to have you a moaning mess under me,” he breathes teeth nipping at your ear.

“Please,” you groan back arching off of the bed, the soldier presses his hand down stilling the eager movement of your hips. He finds your eyes, “be good for me pretty girl,” he warns, “don’t move your hips and I'll give you exactly what you want,” he whispers, you swallow.

You suck in a breath as his fingers part the folds of your pussy, his index finger dipping into the slick of your dampened folds. The sensation alone has your toes curling a breathy “soldier” falling from your lips followed by a clipped moan as his finger grazes your clit.

He works the digit over you clit in slow, tantalizing circles, drawing broken, yet desperate moans from your lips. A chorus of ‘no’s’ are tumbling past your parted lips your hands darting for the soldiers as he pulls his hands from your slick heat.

He chuckles something low, “m’just trying to make my girl feel good,” he whispers ducking down to press his lips to yours, “let me make you feel good baby.”

The soldier is once more pulling away from you as he licks, sucks, and nips at your skin trailing down the expanse of your body. From your neck, down the valley of your breast till he’s reaching the top of your see through lace panties. You watch as he leans back, his hands reaching down to get a grip on your panties pulling the material down the smooth skin of your legs.

He moves further to the edge of the bed, his hands gripping your thighs as he drags you closer.

“Let’s get one thing straight here pretty girl,” he murmurs as he spreads your legs, “you cum when I tell you to cum, and your done when I say you are, do you understand,” he questions, his hands running down your inner thighs.

“Yes sir.”

He shifts down the bed, body lowering to the sheets as he settles between your spread thighs, his warm breath fans across your mound as he praises you, a shiver rolling through you. Your breath is caught in your throat as he simply watches you, fingers dancing around your skin, teasing you with a single touch. A whine builds low in your throat, hips threatening to roll up to get him where you need him, but his hand still you.

“Please,”you breathe in a quiet moan, another shiver rolling through you as he continues his caress of your skin.

There’s a pregnant pause of his touch before a broken moan of your own is breaking your parted lips, the soldier's fingers parting your folds as his eager tongue presses into you.

“S-shit,” you groan, “mmm” he hums, “taste so fucking sweet, could stay in this pussy forever if you’d let me, have you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” he groans, tongue circling your clit.

Your hands find their way to the back of his head, fingers tangling in the length of his chocolate locks, “please don’t stop,” you breathed a whimper escaping past your lips, “eat my pretty pussy daddy.”

“Fuck that’s my girl,” he murmurs into slick heat of your fold’s, mouth flattening against your heat, lips sucking at your clit. Your head lifts only to fall back against the sheets, toes curling, “f-fuck, Soldat please” you moan hips rolling against his hands.

He continues to draw your pleasure further as he works his mouth over you, tongue dipping into your heat. Your grip on his hair tightens as you push into his mouth, body chasing that pleasure that only he can bring you as he fucks you with his tongue.

Your eyes are rolling shut as his thumb finds your clit, the digit drawing quick circles.

“Fuck,” you cry, “right there, right there, please don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

He’s breathing a moany laugh tongue still lavishing you as he speaks, “Gonna cum for me, gonna cum all over my tongue,” he hums.

A low moan tears from your lips, “come on pretty girl, cum on my tongue,” he groans, “cum all over daddy’s tongue.”

“Oh g-god fuck fuck fuck,” you whine as your first orgasm of the morning rams into you.

Bucky moans from between your parted legs, “fuck that’s right baby, taste so fucking sweet.” You suck in a breath, your walls fluttering as he continues to work you through it, his tongue still pushing into you as your body thrums with aftershock of pleasure.

A low whine and tug of of his hair has him pulling away, his lips finding your inner thigh as he presses wet kisses there. Your body is lax against the sheets breath coming out in warm puffs, your hands slip partially from the hold on his hair as he kisses his way up your naked body lips finding yours. His tongue delves into your mouth letting you taste yourself on his tongue, a low groan falling from your lips, your hands wrapping around the back of his neck as you suck on his tongue.

His body covers yours, the hard length of his cock pressing into your stomach, “did so good for me pretty girl,” he murmurs against your lips, hand caressing your cheek “but I know you still have a few more.”

You tremble under his touch, as his fingers drift south, “you know,” he breathes, “I was planning on having my mouth on you all set, but I really want to watch you come apart on my fingers, want to watch how you fall apart as I fuck them into you, would you like that,” he questions, “like me to fuck you with my fingers, I know my viewers would.”

A shaky ‘yes’ falls past your parted lips, the soldier cooing at you as he draws closer to your slick coated pussy, “can’t tell me you’re already done sweet girl, you know you’re done only when I say you’re done and right now I think you can give me a few more.”

Your back is arching, chest pressing into his as a low whine falls past parted lips, “god look at you,” he murmurs, index finger dipping into your soddened folds, “your soaked, is this all for me pretty girl, did I get you this wet?”

“B – baby pl-”

“Shh, I’ve got you; I know exactly what my girl needs.”

He runs his finger through your folds, a second digit dipping in as he finds your dripping entrance. Your toes curl, lip dropping open as he thrusts the two digits into your awaiting heat, fingers curling against that sweet spot as he presses in deep. Your hips roll against his hand, though it's not enough, you need more, and you can’t help the needy whines that fall from your lips as you beg for him to give you more.

He’s chuckling low, lips right by your ear as he speaks words meant for only you to hear, “I wish you could see what I see y/n, so fucking beautiful, you’re doing so good for me,” he murmurs as he adds a third finger into your awaiting heat. The third is enough to send your body off the sheets as he plunges them into you, curling them up against the spot that has your toes curling further. He’s pressed in to the knuckle, stretching you out as his fingers thrum within beckoning you to fall apart for him.

“Fuck,” you mewl hips working themselves down onto his fingers, “it feels so good sir, your fingers feel so good fucking my pussy.”

His breath catches in his throat, he almost doesn’t have enough control to not spread your legs further and take you then and there. He is absolutely taken aback by how ethereal you look fucking yourself onto his fingers, and suddenly he wants to give you more, he wants to have you screaming.

He picks up the pace fucking his fingers into you roughly, his thumb searching out the bundle that will have you creaming for him. Your body is thrumming with release, thighs tense as they lock his hand between your legs, “keep those legs open for me pretty girl, show the viewers how pretty you look when you cum, let them see you cum for me,” he growls spreading them open again.

Your body grows warm with release, fingers digging into the sheets below you as he brings you closer, “fuck, fuck, fuck please,” you moan as he circles your clit roughly fingers stilling as they press into you once more, beckoning you with a single movement to come apart for him.

A moan tears from your lips as your orgasm rips through you, your thighs quivering in the soldiers hold, “g-god, fuck” you hiss as his fingers work you through the peak of it, but then his finger is circling your clit again, your body twitching in his hold, part of you wanting to get away but the other part seeking out that second wave of pleasure.

He builds up a quick rhythm, one that has your back arching, fingers leaving the sheets to grip at his arm as he pushes you into another, a scream of his stage name falling from yours lips as you suck in a breath chest heaving.

“That’s it,” he breathes, “fuck pretty girl, looked so pretty coming for me,’’ he grins as he pulls his fingers from you, but the one circling your clit remains, rubbing softly against the all to sensitive bundle, your fingers squeezing his arm harder as your hips try to get away, “fuck, I-I can’t s’too much,” you moan.

His movements still, eyes meeting yours a tsk falling from his lips, “you’re done when I say you’re done, and I know you have one more for me.”

You're shaking your head in protest, a whine leaving your lips as you try to curl into him, but he’s shifting, leaving you cold as he slides down the bed.

Your body squirms along the sheets but the soldier is quick to put a stop to it as his hands find your hips pinning you down.

“Please” you beg, though you don’t know what it is you’re begging for.

His eyes meet yours from where he’s nestled between your parted legs, warm breath ghosting over your cunt. “I want you to give me one more, wanna hear those pretty lips crying out for me as I make you cum.”

Your words are caught in your throat, as his mouth dips down, tongue worming its way into your slick, your body tenses, thigh muscles clenching as your toes curl in pleasure.

Your mouth drops open, a particularly loud moan bubbling past as you thrust up against his mouth, but you can only get so far with the strength of his hands holding you down, “f-fuck Soldat please” you moan, fingers finding their way into his hair pulling at the long locks. It seems to drive him on as his tongue slides down, circling your entrance before slipping in. Your back is arching, hips thrusting against his face as your hands hold him in place, “oh god, please sir, so fucking close, I'm gonna cum,” you moan your orgasm catching you by surprise.

Your eyes fall shut, as waves of pleasure wash over you, thighs trembling in the soldiers hold as he fucks you through the aftershocks. Though your brain is fuzzy you can still hear when Clint calls the wrap on the scene, your half expecting Bucky to roll away but instead you feel his weight crawl over you.

You peer an eye open, ocean blues already peering down at you “you alright there noodles, you gonna need help getting to the showers today?”

You're letting out a breathy laugh as you will your other eye open, “I’m not sure how I'm going to survive the entire week, I can’t feel my legs.”

Bucky’s laughing softly as the crew works around you, “I can talk to Rogers and Wilson, tell them to take it easy on you, you know they will.”

“I’m not sure how easy there going to take it on a school girl, much less a girl who can’t seem to pay for her pizza Buck.”

A grin is splitting his lips, “you really are what wet dreams are made of aren't you,” he teases, “I think I'm gonna have to speak to Scott to switch up the scenes we film.”

“You into the innocent type Barnes?”

His grin grows, “oh you have no idea sweetheart,” he whispers grinding his still erect cock into your hip.

A shiver rolls down your spine, “showers,” you breathe.

“God yes,” he answers moving down the bed as he grabs for you pulling you off the bed onto wobbly legs. He's ripping the sheet off the bed wrapping you in it before he’s hoisting you up, “yo clint, if pepper comes looking for y/n tell her she’s in the showers!”

You don’t hear the director's response, only the crews loud laughter as Bucky makes a beeline for the doors.

“Arms.”

A groan leaves your lips as you roll, “Y/n if you smudge your makeup, I will leave you like that,” pepper threatens, you lift your head, “you wouldn’t dare.”

Your boss raises a brow, “want to try me,” she questions tugging on the material. You lift your arm for her to pull the robe, “sweetheart it’s been three days of work, you know the drill by now, you know this robe needs to come off, if you want the boys to see your goods.”

“My goods are sore Pep, I don’t know how you want me to go another two days of willingly letting myself be pounded into,” you whine.

Peppers brow raises further a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth as she pulls your robe from your body completely, “did Rogers play rough?”

“You know for being Stark Hubs golden boy he sure is a kinky fuck,” you mutter flipping onto your back letting the cool of the silk sheets settle into your skin, “didn’t even know my leg could bend that way.”

Peppers laughing, “well I'm sure Barnes offered his help with the soreness in the shower after,” your eyes flit over to your boss.

“Clint,” you question, she shakes her head, “Rogers actually, should have seen him, he looked ready to burst at the seams when he came into my office.”

“I give it the end of the week before Tony’s calling me into his office to tell me about appropriate work behavior.”

“Tony’s not going to do shit,” Pepper answers, “because if he’s going to come after you he’s going to have to come after all his other stars, they’ve been here longer, and doing things behind the scene for much longer.”

“I love you, you know that,” you murmur giving her a dopey grin.

“More than Barnes,” she questions teasingly.

“Pepper!”

“I’m kidding,” she chides, “you ready for him, it shouldn’t be too long of a scene today, so as soon as your done you can head home.”

“My good are protesting but yeah send them in.”

Like the days before Pepper is moving off the set to make her way to the door, it squeaks on it hinges as she steps out Bucky and the crew stepping in.

“Looking mighty comfortable there starlet, you need Bucky to escort you to the showers already?”

You raise your middle finger into the air, watching Bucky move towards you and the bed your sprawled on. “Awe c’mon babe,” Clint coo’s, “it's gonna be a brief session today, there’s not much you two are gonna do except rub one out and we’re done!”

“Clint if I had a dick it would be chaffed at this point,” you deadpan pulling a grin at Bucky who takes a seat by your hip.

“Still sore from yesterday,” Bucky questions pulling your attention completely.

“I’ll be fine as long as you can promise you won’t bend my legs in any weird positions, Stevie really took the cake yesterday.”

Bucky laughs, “you know the punk said he was surprised you even let him put you in that position, Carter had Clint cut mid roll when he tried it on her.”

“Listen, I couldn’t let you think I couldn’t take cock, would have never been able to live that down,” you grin as you recall the moment you willingly let Steve bend your leg over the desk that way.

“Well, you put on quite the show sugar, you think you can give me the same energy,” he questions leaning in closer to you.

“Are we just gonna jump into it,” you question fingers reaching out to tuck away a stray hair.

“That’s kind of the plan,” he answers as he moves to lay flat, his arm falling over your waist, “also hope you’re not too camera shy.”

Your brows furrow in question, but then it clicks as you see the camera hovering right over you. Your head tilts to the side eyes meeting Clint’s who throws you a snarky wink.

Bucky bring your attention back to him with a single caress of your cheek. Your breath is knocked from your chest as he simply stares at you, his touch dancing from the skin of your cheek to your parted lower lip.

There’s not an ounce of hesitation as he dips down to capture your lips with his. It’s slow like the other day, the two of you really getting a feel for one another. His hand slips from your cheek drifting down as he gives each breast a momentary squeeze before continuing on till he’s just above your panty line.

“Do you trust me,” he questions into your lips, you're nodding your head lips brushing against his still parted ones.

He pulls his head back only slightly so he can look at you, “I want you to do something for me pretty girl.”

Anything, you’d do anything.

A grin spreads his lips, “I know you would because not only are you sir's pretty girl but you’re also his good girl, aren’t you?”

You’re nodding your head, breath baited as he runs his thumb along your bottom lip.

“I want you to touch yourself for me,” he says after a second, “want to watch how you pleasure yourself when sir’s not around, I want to see you make yourself feel good, want to see how pretty you look when you cum, will you do that for me?”

“Yes sir,” because how could you ever say no.

A smile tugs at his lips, his fingers resuming their dance along your lower abdomen, “can I remove these,” he questions fingers hooking into the material, “I want to be able to see all of you.”

You're nodding your head at the same time his fingers are hooking into the tops of your panties. He leaves your side as he leans up to slip the material down your legs discarding them loosely off to the side, his hands kneading your thighs as he spreads you open for him and the cameras above.

He’s watching you with soft eyes, his head dipping forward as he places a warm wet kiss to your hip, your breath catches in your throat, pussy clenching with need. While your goods had been aching for another reason prior to filming they were now aching for an all-new reason altogether.

“I want you comfortable baby,” he murmurs his hands leaving your legs to reach just above your head, one of the silk pillows being laid next to you.

He takes his propped spot right next to it before he’s beckoning you closer, “c’mere,” he murmurs, “want you as close as I can get you pretty girl.”

You slide closer to him letting his hands guide you flat onto your back, once you’re close enough to feel his skin against yours.

“Give me your hand,” he murmurs, holding his right out to yours, you listen, letting your hand fall gingerly into his, eyes waiting. He grabs ahold of it, his hand atop yours as he guides it down your abdomen, goosebumps arising in the wake of your touch.

“Never really get to see you touch yourself see how you fall apart from touch alone, but now I get to” he murmurs, “get to really see how my girl gets off.”

“But what about you?”

He chuckles lowly tongue swiping over his bottom lip, “promise you I'll be taken care of,” he answers, “I just need your desperate little whines and a few strokes of my hand and I'll be painting you and these sheets white soon enough.”

You visibly swallow, your fingers twisting around your pubic curls till your pushing them past your dampened folds, your teeth find your bottom lip, as a single jolt of pleasure runs through you. “Such a good girl” he hums, eyes locked on your hand that’s buried between your parted legs, “how does it feel, is it better than my hand, better than my fingers?”

You’ve barely even touched yourself but his words have a low whine spilling from your lips as you disagree, because nothing could feel better than his touch on you. Your eyes leave his trailing down his broad chest, past his tight abdomen to where his hand is wrapped around his hardened length, fingers twisting and pumping himself slowly, gradually picking up pace. Low grunts spilling from his lips as he works himself over, “you like what you see,” he questions, “this helping you?”

Your eyes are captivated by the sight alone that you can’t bring yourself to give a proper response aside from a head nod alone. Your fingers dip further into your wet-slick folds circling your clit, teasing as you test it out, find out what feels best, what will have your toes curling.

Finding the spot that makes jolts of pleasure course through you comes easy, you did know your body after all.

You press your finger down further against your clit, working it in quick smooth circles as you draw a breathy ‘fuck yes’ from your lips.

A breathy, clipped groan is falling from the soldier's lips in the form of your name, and God what you would do to hear that again. You can only bring yourself to reply back with your own broken moan, your body trembling as you work your fingers faster.

“Fuck pretty girl,” he groans watching you pleasure yourself, his hands gripping himself a little tighter, pumping a little harder to the swivel of your finger.

Your eyes slip shut, head burrowing further into the pillow as you let the sound of his oncoming release consume you. You’re drawing close to the end yourself, the broken moans, and low grunts of your name have your head reeling finger circling faster.

It’s not enough though, not close to being enough, as the need to feel him grows; your hand itching to wrap around his hardened length.

“Talk to my pretty girl, what are you thinking, you thinking about me,” he grunts low.

“God yes,” you moan, “thinking about how bad I want to touch you sir, how good your cock feels inside of me,” you whine low in your throat.

“Fuck sweet girl, look at me,” he murmurs, your eyes slip open at his request, your teeth going for your lower lip as you take in his face.

His mouth is dipped open in a low moan, eyes hooded over in lust, and you can’t bring yourself to look away, much less stop your leg from swinging over his hip bringing your hips closer together.

Your fingers match the rhythm in which he pumps his cock, both of you right on the edge.

The soldier falls over first, your own end following as he growls your name, the warmth of his cum hitting your abdomen in spurts.

Your walls twitch around nothing as your orgasm washes over you in waves, your toes curling as you will yourself to come down from the high, your fingers still over your clit, a low moan spilling from your lips. “Fuck,” you groan as you come down from the pleasure, a giggle breaking past your lips as you look at Buck who looks just as blissed out as you.

A laugh of his own breaks his lips as he leans in to capture yours, your hand finding their way into his hair pulling him closer, his hand falling to your hip to support himself.

You stay like that for a minute maybe two before the discomfort of his cum sticking to your skin has you pulling away, “I think I’m going to need a shower.”

“I think we’re all going to need a shower after that, are you two done or you want another go?”

Both yours and Bucky's head snaps to the side, clint watching the two of you from his seat, “I’m being serious,” he adds, “you all need another go because I can have these cameras running in seconds.”

“I think we’re good Clint,” Bucky answers for the two of you.

“Y’all are gonna fuck in the shower aren’t you,” he questions watching Bucky slip off the bed, offering his hand out to you as he pulls you from the sheets.

“Gonna bring your camera?”

Clint’s eyes widen, “wait really?”

Bucky’s laughing as he wraps a sheet around you, “maybe next time, noodles here isn’t always coordinated on her feet, and I don’t want the viewers to see that.”

That earns him a smack to the chest, “I'm gonna hold you to that Barnes, now get out of here before Carter sees the two of you.”

Bucky’s scooping you up then, “don’t have to tell us twice, see you tomorrow Barton!”

“y/n,” pepper sighs over the line, “It’s your last day of filming and Barnes already has the equipment, he picked it up during your scene with the falcon yesterday, there’s not really room for you to back out now.”

A sigh leaves your lips as you pull the straps of your bag higher onto your shoulder eyes casted down as you continue down the busy streets of New York.

“I’m not trying to get out of it Pep, it just feels a little odd that instead of heading to set, I'm making my way to Bucky’s home - like it feels personal.”

“Sweetheart, it technically is personal, one of the soldier's subscribers paid for this scene, this is something they want from not only him but you as well,” Pepper answers. “Now where the desired location is taking place that was for the two of you to choose and Bucky made his choice, which I think was the best decision for the two of you.”

“Behave Pep,” you laughed picking up on the teasing, “and I understand, but has anyone ever done something like this though, decided to film a private video from the comfort of their own homes, is it even a thing?”

“Of course it’s a thing, the boys do it all the time,” she responds, “Thor, Loki, and Banner are known to do it the most since their subscribers tend to request solos from them more than the others, and given that they aren’t too keen doing things like that on set, they prefer filming from home.”

“But like has anyone ever done what Bucky and I are about to do,” you question as turn the block, your feet carrying you closer to Bucky’s place.

“As long as you promise you won’t ever repeat what I’m about to tell you there has been one other pairing that filmed a scene similar to yours and Bucky.”

“Really,” you question, “who?”

“At the beginning of there careers Steve was asked by one of his first-time subscribers if he would film a private with Natasha,” Pepper starts, “Steve of course had agreed but had missed the part where the request asked for Natahsa to be tasked with the role of his dominatrix. .”

“Wait, Steve and Tasha,” you gasped, “they -”

“Uhuh,” she confirms, “Thing was Steve was never one to turn away a request but he wasn’t comfortable by any means having anyone see him so vulnerable, so Tasha asked Tony if he wouldn’t mind them borrowing some equipment that they use for solos so she could make Steve more comfortable with the scene.”

“Have - have they done anymore?”

“They’ve done a few over the years that they’ve been with StarkHub,” pepper confirms “so trust me you and Barnes aren’t the first.”

Your making a noise as your eyes dart over the mailboxes you pass looking for the number of the address Bucky had sent you.

“Are you almost there,” pepper questioned pulling you back to the call.

“Just arrived actually,” comes your answer as you look from the home down to the crinkled paper you had scribbled his address on.

“Perfect,” Pepper chirps, “listen you’re going to be fine y/n I know this whole week has been filled with new things for you and I understand the stress and uncertainty with these newer scenes but hey, you have a day off tomorrow and you’ll only come in Monday to set your new filming schedule so just try to relax and enjoy that orgasm Barnes is about to give you.”

Laughter bubbles past your lips as you walk up the cement walkway towards the door of Bucky’s home, “I honestly can’t thank you enough for taking me under your wing Pepper, you really do take care of me and if I haven’t told you enough, I appreciate you.”

Your fist meets the wooden door three times, as Pepper coo’s in your ear, “I see star potential y/n and you have it, I love you too by the way,” she adds, “even more than Barnes, though I'm not afraid to admit it so.”

“Pepper don’t start,” you whine as you lean back on your heel, “you know Bucky doesn’t -” the door is pulled open then ocean blues and a bright grin greeting you, “Bucky doesn’t what,” he questions.

You raise up a finger at the broad brunette, “Uh, hey Pep, I'll call you back when we wrap up the scene,” you don’t hear peppers protest as you pull the phone from your ear ending the call.

Bucky raises a brow, smirk pulling at his lips, “Bucky doesn’t what sugar?”

“Bucky doesn’t know that I'm ready for my weekend to start,” you answer as you step forward, hand reaching out to push him back into his home.

“That ready to end your week with me,” he questions tone teasing as he moves to the side to let you in and shut the door behind you.

You turn to face him watching him turn the lock, “you promised me coffee tomorrow Barnes, so sorry, but you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

A grin pulls at his lips, “wasn’t planning on it sweetheart,” god did this man have to want you falling to your knees at every word he spoke to you?

“so,” he continues, “I have the equipment set up and ready to record, would you like to look around first, maybe get yourself acquainted or do you want to get straight to it?”

“That depends, you gonna show me around once you’re done pounding me into your sheets?”

He licks over his lips hand reaching out for yours, “the bedrooms this way.”

Your eyes watch his naked form as he sets up the camera, “Is it weird as a Porn star to say I still haven’t gotten used to this part?”

Bucky looks at you over his shoulder, “oh come on,” he chuckles, “you’re not getting cold feet are you?”

Your head tilts to the side a smile playing at your lips, “wouldn’t call it cold feet just don’t like the waiting part if you will.”

A small click meets your ears and then he’s moving towards you, “you know for having complained a few days ago that your goods were sore, you seem rather eager to get fucked pretty girl.”

Oh.

You're rubbing your thighs together, warmth coursing through you as his knees meet the bed, “what can I say,” you breathe, “I know what I like.”

A warm hand finds your leg, then another, his hands gripping your skin as he pulls you down the sheets slightly, “and what is it that you like,” he questions spreading your legs.

“You sir.”

He’s licking over his lips, “that’s a good girl, am I the only one that makes you feel like this,” he questions, “am I the only one who can make you feel this good?”

“Yes sir.”

A grin pulls at his lips, “you’re such a sweet girl for me today,” he murmurs as he leans down pressing a kiss to your calf, “minding all your manners and being so good for me.”

You hold back a whine as his lips trail up your leg, leaving behind wet warm kisses, the higher he crawls. Your eyes meet his from where he lays nestled between your thighs, shaky puffs of breath falling from your lips as his tongue runs over your sensitive skin.

He was so close yet so far from where you ached to have him the most.

His finger glides upward, your thigh quivers in anticipation, breath catching in your throat when the digit slips into your wet folds, “look at me sweetheart,” he whispers.

Like you could ever look away.

You watch him draw closer, his hands pulling your body further down till he’s flush with your heat. He wastes no time as his tongue flicks out to lick over your parted folds, dragging up over your clit. You struggle to keep your head up, lips parting in pleasure, your body becoming lax against the sheets, as you give into the sensation only he can make you feel.

Feeling you relax he pulls the two of you flush together, his hands holding you in place as he works you over with his tongue. His finger's part your folds further his mouth pressing deeper into your pussy, tongue flattening against your aching chore as he licks away at your sweetness, sliding up to suck at your throbbing clit. Tremors roll through your body, you want to let go, want to press into his mouth further, feel his beard scratch at your thighs, scream his name, and not his stage name.

He hums almost content to have his head buried between your thighs, “taste so sweet pretty girl, could stay buried between these legs for the rest of my life if you’d let me.”

God would you let him.

He gives you a few tentative kitten licks before he’s pulling away darkened over with lust eyes looking back at you, “want to try something new with you, do you trust me?”

You’re nodding your head, and before you can even breathe out your reply he’s grabbing a tighter hold on your waist pulling your body with him as he flips onto his back.

“Bu -,” you catch yourself, “soldier what -”

“Ride my face pretty girl,” he husks looking up at you, “take what you want from me, use me.”

Your glad your back is to the camera for the moment because an uncertainty washes over your face, no one had ever asked you to perform the act like this.

“C’mon y/n, ride my face baby, cum all over my tongue like the good girl I know that you are, you are my good girl aren’t you?”

You’re nodding your head, though the uncertainty still weighs, “so good for me y/n,” he murmurs as he inches around the bed with you still perched on the highest part of his chest. He moves the two of you till your angled just enough for the camera to see exactly the act you're performing.

His fingers run over the skin of your hips, your eyes meeting his, “I've got you,” he murmurs softly, “trust me.” And despite the apprehension that had been there before, your body lets his hands guide you as he pulls you higher up his chest till the warmth of his breath fans across your aching mound.

A gasp falls from your lips as he buries himself into your heat, tongue skillfully pressing into your entrance, “f-fuck,” you moan your open thighs clenching against the sheets scrunched around his head. He guides your body, swiveling your hips as he fucks you onto his tongue. Your head dips back at the pleasure, your hands grasping at your exposed breasts.

Low grunts are spilling from his lips, the vibrations drawing even sweeter sounds from you. Your walls clench around his tongue, the sounds of his low moans mixed with the wet sucking noises coming from his lips pressed against your heated core are enough to bring you closer to the end.

His tongue slides from you dripping entrance flattening against your folds as he seeks out your clit, circling it with swift flicks. Your orgasm washes over you, catching you by surprise as the first wave of pleasure hits you. Your body falls forward, hips grinding themselves onto his awaiting tongue, as you fuck yourself through your orgasm, legs spasming around his head.

You haven’t fully come down from your pleasure state before the soldier is moving the two of you, your body sliding down his till your perched in his lap, his erect cock trapped against your bodies. Your putty arms wrap themselves around his shoulders, your lips pressing to his, tongue darting out to taste yourself, his lips drop open for you, tongue sliding against yours as he lets you taste every last drop of yourself.

The soldier is the first to pull away his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you up against his chest as his hands slides between the two of you. He pulls you a little closer, his lips pressing to yours once more, “was hoping to put on a bit of a longer show, but fuck pretty girl there’s just something about you that drives me crazy, and I need to be in you now,” he murmurs as he pushes you down, letting you sink down onto his thickness, the stretch causing a low breathy hiss to fall from your lips.

His teeth find your shoulder as he nips at your skin, your walls fluttering around his aching cock, low moans of pleasure falling from his lips.

“Fuck, you feel so good, always feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

Your hands weave their way into his hair as you hold him to your chest, your hips rolling, his cock dragging through your walls with each roll of your hips. Moans of pleasure spill from his lips, his arms tightening around your body as he pulls you close, hips now moving to meet your thrusts.

Your bodies soon grow slick with sweat the closer you get to your release, “m’close pretty girl, you gonna cum with me, need you to cum with me,” he grunts his lips then attaching to the sensitive skin of your neck, the feeling throwing you over. Your pussy clenches around his length setting his orgasm off, the warmth of his seed spilling into you. Your body tenses around him, arms tightening around his shoulders, as your body continues to work the two of you through your orgasms.

“O-oh fuck,” he groans, “shit, that wasn’t supposed to happen that quick,” he laughs.

You can’t help the giggle that bubbles past your lips, “should I,” you question pointing to the still recording cam.

Bucky’s breathing another ‘shit’ as he moves you carefully off his cock, letting your body fall into the sheets as he slides off the bed to stop the recording.

He stands on wobbly legs as he shuts the device down, “fuck, now I see why the others choose to record these on set.”

You're laughing this time as he makes his way back to the bed, his body falling ungracefully next to yours, “it really wasn’t supposed to be that quick,” he speaks as he looks at you.

“So, you’ve said,” you grin, “say will clint know if a video is deleted, like does he have access to that?”

Bucky's brows furrow in question, “I'm not sure actually this is my first time bringing a device home to film why?”

Your grin grows, “want a do over, two is always better than one after all.”

“Oh you little,” Bucky starts, “what about your tour?”

Your moving closer, “guess that’s the perk of not being on set, we don’t exactly have rules to follow.”

Bucky shakes his head, grin only growing as he gets a hold of you pulling you closer till your over him once more, a warm hand cups your head, “you’re trouble you know that.”

Your eyes are beaming as you lean down closer, lips barely brushing his, “thought I was worth it?”

Oh you are, he thinks as his lips press to yours, the start of a new recording completely forgotten.

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[ARTICLE] MAMAMOO Moonbyul "I'm proud of the reaction "Isn't she a pervert?" I want to be bolder" - [Interview 1]

Moonbyul said, "At first I thought "Isn't it too late?" because this is the 1st album that I will release in a year and 11 months. Now that I think about it, it's good that I was album prepare for a long time and gain strength from, prepared and release them one by one, so it's very fun for. It's been a while since I felt this kind of tension. "It's also the time that I plan on what to do for the next one. It took a long time for this solo album to be released because we were following the order of releases. There are Mamamoo group albums, and we took turns in releasing solo albums, so this album came out now."

'6equence' is an album that features short stories starring Moonbyul. The plot is the change of feelings experienced by someone in love. From the moment the switch is first turned on with a thrilling encounter, past the moment of the climax of love that only falls incessantly, the relationship that goes crazy depending on how we, who were once one, change colorless and twelve times a day, and colorful emotions until the end that makes us look back on even the past. released it.

Moonbyul used the charm of each track to connect the like its album name '6equence = Sequence" which is composed of several scenes. Moonbyul said "It is an album that contains emotions/feelings from the first meeting with someone you love to break up and having regrets. It's an album with movie-like story. I decided on the theme of which track I wanted to include to the album and submitted them to the company. I also participated as a lyricist for this album. Rather than telling my real story, I got them one by one from different places. I usually watch a lot of dramas. In my last repackage album, the song was written from the perspective of Han Sohee of JTBC's 'The World of the Married'. I focused on various emotions such as love, fighting, lingering feelings, etc. Rather than just having a reference work, I naturally followed my younger sister who was binge-watching dramas after her work."

Moonbyul actively participated in the concept planning as well as for the tracks. His most important subject is the emotions. She said, "I don't think people can be happy or sad when people meet. I think there is always a rhythm like bio-rhythm that I wanted to express it in detail in each song. I wanted to firmly give strength to the children in their respective positions in which I paid a lot of attention to that part because I wanted to make the reason why the song should be there.

The title song 'LUNATIC' means 'crazy nerd'. Moonbyul said, "I wanted to express my obsession. Like when people fall in love so hard, they become obsessed. I thought that something more obvious than of obsession would be boring. The lyrics are light and easy. I wanted to show the heart of a selfish narrator. I wanted to tell the story of a selfish woman like 'If you like me, fit me.' I thought it would be good if I could express my unique and selfish feelings wittily, so I decided on that with my title track."

"The title song was left empty and it was the last one we filled in. Right after the song was finished, they didn't listen to me. They showed me confidence by telling me not to listen to it with earphones, but as soon as I heard it, I thought, 'This is it!' It was an easy song to sing along to where I can show my playful side well, so I decided on it for the title track." Moonbyul said, "Others will relate to my experience. I didn't say much words when I debuted. I was the 4th one to do interviews. I was always the last order but now that I have experience a lot and have been on Naver Now, I met so many people and was able to talk more, and i thought that i don't have to worry and be afraid, as I approached them first, my fear from it slowly disappeared.

Prior to the release of the new album, Moonbyul had pre-released the tracks 'G999 (Feat. Mirani)' and 'Shutdown (Feat. Seori)' last December, which received good reviews from domestic and international fans. In particular, 'Shutdown (Feat. Seori)' topped the iTunes Top Song Charts in 10 countries and regions around the world, including Cambodia, Colombia, Hong Kong, Macau, Peru, and Taiwan.

When asked if "Shutdown " was a song about love between women, Moonbyul said "I wanted to express love all throughout this album so I thought that I will be able to meet people & have that kind of love too. It doesn't matter if the other person was a man or woman. To be honest, I don't like referring to gender. I wanted to make it possible for everyone to listen to it from the same perspective and point of view and it was a very happy work for me.

"It may sound like a pervert when I say this, but when I released the song with Seori, everyone liked it and said that it was racy. It was great because that racy was expressed well in the song. I was proud to hear those words "Isn't Moonbyul a pervert?" Also my chemistry with Mirani was great, too. We're the same rapper & give off wit in our lyrics."

"I was able to work on and release the songs so easy and fun with my two friends whom I met in Naver Now. During the show, I meet the guests, explain their songs, and listen to their live performances but as soon as I heard them, I already drew a picture in my mind and thought, "It would be fun to work with this friend and get this kind of synergy," so approached them first and told that I wanted to work with them. I asked them to call me at any time and said that they would wait and with that I was able to talk comfortably and work."

"I want to be bolder. This is the first time I'm telling you, but I wanted to add 19+ songs to this album. But there were reactions around me saying, "What's racy about this?". In this way, I think that it was the sign that 19+ songs may be hard to approach and you will think of it as, "What is this?" But I don't think there's anything as honest as that. I fell in love with charms of 19+. In the future, if I'll probably add more of it and not less. I think we need a more advanced relationship next time."

As for the reason why she recently mainly worked with female artists, Moonbyul said, "Since I have a mid to low pitched tone and rap, I naturally thought about working with female artists. I have worked with male artists for a featuring but our tone together is low, I feel that there will be a good synergy when female vocalists take charge of the high note and the low tones will be for me, the colors will be more visible. That's why I naturally ended up working with female artists.

The response that you would like to chose for each of your songs is a "song that I can relate with". Moonbyul said, "I hope you can empathize with the emotions of each song.. It's not a made-up word but it's an emotion that you can feel as someone close to you, so I hope you can sympathize with it. Also, through this album, I want to show a new side of Moonbyul. I hope that new aspects such as red hair, makeup, costumes, and singing to genres that MAMAMOO has never done before will be remembered. Next time, I want to do more music that everyone likes and I also want to do music that I like. I want to be Moonbyul who enjoys the diversity."

"As a matter of fact, from the last album, no matter what kind of results will it have, I wanted to show you my color. While preparing for this album, I watched a video called 'Secret to Success' through YouTube's algorithm, and they said that negative comments will make me weak. It would be really nice for the songs to top the charts, but my goal is to be in the top 50. These days, the barriers set for you to chart is so high that just being in the top 50 is such a great achievement. I hope that they will be loved gradually and become children who can realize their dreams."

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echoalyssa · 3 years

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Hi! I wanted to ask you if you could rewrite the Cheating Chase request a made a little time ago but with Jaden with the reader being famous just like him and the whole situation havin' an impact on internet and with their (shared) friends or you could write a part 2 for Cheating Chase request but only if it's not gonna bother you in any way...

❤Thank you!❤I LOVE YOUR WRINTTING❤

Warnings: Some naughty time is inferred in this!

Jaden’s music is pounding through his surround sound speaker system. He’s throwing another party. One of his signatures. Bryce is chanting “Shots shots shots!”

Jaden’s busy making out with his girl. He’s got her pressed against a wall.

“Wanna ditch my own party?” He murmurs into her ear.

She giggles and begins to lead his girlfriend to his bedroom. A girl bumps into his shoulder hard but he barely notices, just continues steering his girlfriend to his room.

When they’re done and getting dressed he wonders where his phone has gone. It had been in his back pocket before...

A knock on the door startles him. It’s the girl who had bumped into him earlier. At least he thinks it was. He’s really not sure. He doesn't look at anyone who isn't his girl.

“You dropped this. Bryce said you were up here.”

Jaden vaguely notes her creepy smile but quickly forgets once his phone is back and his girl calls for him.

~~~ You’re barely home from Jaden’s party when your phone begins to blow up. IT vibrates almost continually, calls and texts filling up the screen. All want you to check Jaden’s instagram.

You plop down on the couch and answer the call from Mads, your best friend.

“Have you checked!?” She shrieks, loud enough that you have to take the phone off of speaker-phone for a second.

“I’m checking now! But what can possibly be so urg-”

No. This can’t be right... it can’t... there, one of his most recent posts, theres no way.

It’s a set of nudes, captioned ‘my beautiful baby girl’ with a kissy face emoji. Except.. those aren't your nudes which means... not that you'd want your nudes posted but...

Mads, taking your silence as an answer whispers, “Y/N I am so sorry.”

You can't speak, your fingers go numb. Your phone falls from your grip and clatters as it hits the floor and bounces.

Mads is speaking but you can't hear her. Your heart feels like its beating a mile a minute.

There had to be some sort of explanation, if you just called him he would be able to clear this up. Right? Right!?

So you pick up your phone, Mads is saying that she’ll make the friend group unfollow him. You excuse yourself, hang up, and dial Jaden. It rings, and rings, and rings, Then, “Hey it’s Jaden. Hit me up later!”

You try again. And again. And again. You get his voicemail every time.

Somehow you’re all the emotions at once. You pull up his instagram, and this time your notice your name is no longer in his bio the way it had been for so long.

‘That’s it.’ You think.

You unfollow him on instagram, remove his name from your own bio, and delete all the pictures of the two of you together.

Then you go to Snapchat and un-add him. His contact gets deleted, you unfollow him on twitter and delete his face from your camera roll.

Satisfied as you can be, you fall into bed and let the tears come.

~~~

By the early afternoon of the next day the gossip is at full roar. You venture on to youtube, and right there, the first video you see is by ‘annaoop’ who is almost the most well known gossip youtube channel focusing on tiktokers.

‘Jaden Hossler cheats on Y/N L/N’ the title reads. Something within you compels you to click on it.

Her voice rings, talking about ‘tea’. She shows the censored versions of the pictures from his instagram. They’re basically just one blurred skin colored square.

“How dare he? He hasn’t commented on it at all... Y/N deleted photos of the two of them such as this one from their trip to Bondi Beach.”

The series of photos she displays make your heart clench. ‘Annaoop’ then begins to pull up the followers page on Jaden’s instagram.

She informs you and the rest of her viewers that Mads, Nessa, Thomas, Petrou, Chase Hudson, Charli, Mia, and others have unfollowed Jaden’s instagram, and sided with you.

From the way she narrates you can tell she’s on your ‘side’. Apparently, Bryce has unfollowed you and written on his Twitter that Jaden would not be making a statement until he talked to you. Except he wasn't even trying to talk to you.

Your fans are going after Jaden, and from the screenshots some are getting ruthless. Some fans have even jumped ship from Jaden to you.

And then theres the die hard Jaden fans of his that are trashing you for not being good enough to him. It had already been established that it wasn't your body because it had a tattoo that you didn't.

Your phone is still blowing up but you don't truly want to talk about it. So instead you post a statement to your instagram and twitter.

‘I haven’t been able to reach Jaden. We are no longer together because of the incident. Just because this happened does not mean I want or condone you attacking him or any of his friends and family. I love y'all and I will be okay <3 Y/N.’

No sooner than you had posted the statements, theres a loud pounding at your door. Very reluctantly, you open it.

It’s Nessa, she rushes in gushing. “Jaden’s coming here. I heard from Josh who heard from Blake, who heard from-”

“Nessa!” You interrupt, “When?”

“Well you know how bad at math I am but hypothetically, I mean technically he should be here soon!”

And as if right on cue, there’s the sound of your doorbell followed by rapid knocking by a heavier hand.

“I’ll go out the back door so he doesn't see me. Good luck, I love you! Call me if you need anything!” She gives you a quick and fleeting hug and then darts off.

He’s still pounding at your door. And having no other choice, you let him in. As soon as you do he's speaking so quickly that you can barely understand him.

“Y/Nwhyhaventyoubeenansweringmeivebeencallingandcallingandcallingyouandyouhaventansweredandisawyourannouncementthatwerebrokenup-”

“Did you also happen to see the pictures you posted on your instagram?” You cross your arms.

“Ofcoursebutisweartoyouandeverythingreally-”

“Slow down or we can’t have a conversation Jaden.”

He gives you one sharp nod and takes a few big breaths. “Do you remember at my party when I got knocked by some girl?”

You frown, “No, and I don’t see what that has to do with anything.”

“Well, thats the thing. It was orchestrated to look inconspicuous. She must have taken my phone then because after we were alone... y’know... well she showed up. Gave me my phone claiming I dropped it and Bryce told her where to find me except he didn't. She’s been stalking me Y/N. That’s how she found my room, knew my password. You know I have more respect for women than to post their nudes. You have to believe me! She blocked you from my phone, thats why nothing went through!”

It made sense... and you should believe him but what if he was just a really good liar? So many people were involved in your relationship and now this drama. You’d always tried to keep the private details of your life well... private. But life in the spotlight often prevented that. Maybe the damage had been done. Maybe it was too late. You just didn't know.

“I need to think about it Jaden.”

#Jaden hossler #angels and demons #angels x demons #hossler #tiktok #tiktok stars #sway #sway house #jaden #Jaden x reader #Jaden hossler x reader

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listless-brainrot · 3 years

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Hi! I know you love Haru and I'd love to hear your thoughts on what his personality is like? Not his bending or his ships, but just what kind of person he is. He was super undeveloped in ATLA and I'd love to understand him better and write about him!

hey, i'm glad you asked!! super flattering to have you come to me in regards to this question, and i've analyzed this guy to hell and back over the course of nearly a year now, so i'd be more than happy to give you my characterization of him

granted, it's pretty lengthy, and is heavily based on canon, hence why a lot of it ties to his bending, but i'll try my best to make it so that it's more about haru as a person, rather than his service to the plot

also makes me super happy to hear that people do want to understand and write about him!! that really does mean the world to me particularly, so thank you <3

with all of this in mind, here's a collection of my (pretty lengthy, sorry about that) thoughts:

haru being super undeveloped is actually one of the reasons why i find him so compelling- there’s so much you can do with a character of his caliber because there’s not much canon/supplementary material that can discredit your characterizations. canon, however, does actually supply a characterization of him that i’ve managed to compile and accrue over the course of finding nearly every single little detail i can find pertaining to him. this includes his canon episodes in both book 1 and 3, the videogame he appears in (which is straight up called avatar: the last airbender), and even the silly shorts.

(mild disclaimer, i know full well that the latter two i mentioned are considered non canon, but i like incorporating little bits and pieces of what they have to offer, as i don’t really have any other options. also, the videogames are the only supplementary material where he’s treated as a part of the gaang, so it’s the most personality you’ll ever get.)

i’ll start with main characteristics i try to keep in mind when writing him, and then talk about smaller, more innocuous details that i just find particularly fitting for him.

haru is:

emotionally driven. a lot of his decisions are more driven by emotion, rather than logic. this ties in with his impulsivity and morality. he’s aggravated by his position in the village as the only earthbender left, and this culminates into him still bending discreetly despite the inherent risk. he does this not only for himself, but to preserve the (possibly only) emotional connection he has to his arrested father. this is a similarity he shares with katara, who’s emotionally tied to her mother due to losing her, and haru is the one to understand what that loss really means in this interaction: “this necklace is all i have left of her.” “it’s not enough, is it?” by saying this instead of an apology or some other response, he shows that the feeling of loss she’s experiencing is mutually understood in a way that goes beyond just sympathy. there is nothing that will replace who you’ve lost other than the person themselves, and he understand that more than anyone. it’s also implied that haru doesn’t know if his father is still alive, as no one knows where the prisoners go, but it’s clear that he still holds a sort of hope that he’s somewhere out there, and that keeps him going. it just takes a little bit of outside influence for him to fully believe in that, as well as being reunited with his father again. in general, he’s also pretty receptive of other’s emotions, and is quick to come to their aid.

impulsive. not just impulsive, either- he’s got anger and resentment lying beneath his quiet composure. it’s not as bad as characters such as zuko’s, but it’s still worth mentioning. i’ll mention the impulse part first, though- generally speaking, haru reacts faster than he thinks. upon being spotted practicing his bending by katara, he runs away without pausing to consider the harmful repercussions of being found out (nor followed home). he not only runs away from danger as a first instinct, he also runs towards it in some cases, ironically enough- he’s the first one to notice and immediately run towards the mines once he hears/sees the explosion and suspects that someone’s in trouble. he does this without any prompting by katara, even if the act of actually saving the old man needed some egging on from her in order for him to accomplish. his impulsivity comes to a head in the form of his most dangerous act- him attacking the warden. i’ve already elaborated on that specific interaction here, though i will once again emphasize that haru had absolutely no plans past attacking the warden based on his body language, further fueling the idea that this was just a split second decision, one made on nothing but complete and utter impulse. to bring the anger aspect into this, he’s also unable to hold his tongue and insults the fire nation soldiers and even his town once the former leaves, and his instincts swing wildly between running and fighting on a dime with little in-between.

adaptable. instead of completely shutting down in the face of such a negative situation (and over the course of five years, no less), he brings it upon himself to practice bending, accept his role as man of the house and work in both the shop and on the farm, and other responsibilities that go unmentioned, especially when taking into account that his father is apparently the leader of his village. this is where you could start paralleling him well to sokka, which i have done before, but i will make this more haru-oriented. there is definitely a lot more to be inferred with this particular aspect of him, but i will say that it takes someone of strong will to adapt to the situations presented in his episode, and learning to live with the grim reality of fire nation occupation. to run down what we see again- soldiers freely patrolling the villages, soldiers overtaxing the villagers, soldiers entering wherever they wish unannounced, soldiers stealing away people in the night without much resistance, soldiers forcing villagers to work in the coal mines to gather the coal needed for their ships, and soldiers forcing captured earthbenders to build fire nation ships. this is all off of the top of my head, so i could be missing a lot, but again, seeing haru still be as morally oriented and determined as he is after all of this, it’s pretty impressive and telling of his adaptive capabilities. to take this one step further, he’s also extremely adaptable when it comes to working with others, as in the games he fills his role as a necessary component of the gaang without conflicting sokka or other preexisting roles, and in book 3, he finds his place amongst teo and the duke, taking the most initiative amongst the three.

lonely. a snippet from his personality bio on avatarspirit.net calls him “lonely and brave”, and i think that’s especially fitting for his character. he only had his mom for five whole years after every other earthbender was taken away, and this is without mentioning the ostracization he faced simply being one, given how the fire nation constantly demoralizes his country’s benders and likens them to savages. the village he lives in also appears to be full of old folks, so it’s not very likely that he had friends his age that were even in town, especially if we consider the circumstances of following book 2 episodes with the earth army recruiters. (it’s also unlikely that his friends are alive if they did join the army- take a gander at this line from zuko alone: Gow: Just thought someone ought to tell you, your son's battalion got captured. You boys hear what the Fire Nation did with their last group of Earth Kingdom prisoners? Soldier: Dressed them up in Fire Nation uniforms and put them on the frontline unarmed, way I heard it. Then they just watched.) furthermore, it’s not likely that haru could’ve left his little village prior to its occupation- the games imply he’d been to omashu previously, but the circumstances of the war make this unlikely, unless he was super young. given his not always pleasant attitude and sullen expression we sometimes see him with, it’s not hard to imagine that the effects of him being so alone without the connections he needs has affected him deeply.

some other things:

-he’s horrible at lying (”they’re crazy! i mean, just look at how they’re dressed” is that really the best excuse you could’ve come up with??). -he doesn’t like keeping his hands/arms still (arms are usually crossed, sometimes gestures as he talks, hands usually balled as if expecting a fight). -he’s pretty outwardly expressive (for someone who’s supposed to be hiding most of the time, he tends to wear his emotions/intentions on his sleeve). -he can’t bite his tongue (especially when it comes to something that goes against his personal beliefs). -he doesn’t know how to react to touch (katara hugging him takes him by surprise both times, and he doesn’t reciprocate often, if anything he reacts stiffly) -he’s particular about his appearance (notably in the games, he makes negative comments about people touching his hair, and there’s also. sokka’s comments in book 3. sigh.) -he’s considered dangerous/sensitive by others (note sokka’s comments in book 1, and katara’s comments in the school time shipping short) -he lives a busy personal life (works both in the family shop and on the family farm, and has probably had to work in the coal mines at some point, though this is speculative) -he’s not above poking/having fun (in the games, he’s not above making fun of sokka and his comments about benders, and jumps at the opportunity to ride the omashu mail chutes) -he’s family oriented (count how many times he talks about his parents, it is many times i assure you, it’s important to note that he’s one of the few atla characters to actually have both parents as well as a decent relationship with them) -he has a tendency to idealize. he talks about his father fighting against the fire nation even when horribly outnumbered. it wouldn’t be surprising if he idealized the ideal of rebellion (which would later bite him given that:) -he’s a part of the first successful earth kingdom rebellion. this is mentioned on the wiki, and is unfortunately not shown in the show. it should’ve been, though. -he’s dramatic. he has an entire cliff he brings katara up to just to be dramatic and spill his sad backstory. he needs to be encouraged to save the old man, but he does it in the most dramatic way possible- he really didn’t have to stop the entire avalanche AND push it back into the mines. drama king. -he is very lucky. this can apply to anyone who encounters the gaang, but honestly, given his personality and a few things i’ve mentioned above, it’s a miracle that he’d survived as long as he did without detection nor suspicion. -he’s creative. (this one is much more speculative, but he does create huge statues of katara and ty lee pretty quickly, maybe he’s done similar things before)

to summarize: he’s a lonely impulsive idealist who isn’t afraid to throw hands if necessary and is also very attached to his dad <3 his connection to his dad makes up at least 75% of his personality

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rynosrookery · 3 years

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lore and worldbuilding stuff, the concept of dragons being like semi-immortal, cw mentions of death

there is nothing incredibly inspired abut this this (and is also influenced by a lot of stuff like.. cats and seasons of hieron and chrestomanci) in that, wrt my lair lore, dragons just have multiple lives?? might be something cheesy like all dragons have 11 lives or something. any circumstances that would kill a dragon just reduces the numbers of lives that a dragon has. dragons still like physically age but probably stop physically aging at what would be the equivalent of 40-50 human years.

a dragon only begins to rly shows old age when they are down to their last few lives, and one of those last lives (maybes when a dragon has only 2 or 1 more life to lose before they are Done) is just. You Are A Ghost like a Literal Ghost a Translucent Dragon you are otherwise just as sentient and sapient as you were when you had more lives, you are just Also A Ghost. tho i think these old ghost dragons might start 2 lose touch with reality at this stage depending on if they are alone. i think a lot of uh. NPC dragon ghosts in the Rookery that my Actual dragons may run across are just v old and ancient and unfortunate dragons who have outlasted their families and are Alone and Isolated for many many years just Lost in many senses of the word.

theoretically a normal dragon can live like. practically forever?? but im sure is also like. Not a thing for various reasons

when a dragon has no more lives to lose, if they do experience a life-ending event, then they finally actually die.i also think at the ghost stage, in which a dragon has no more lives to lose, being able to pass away into the ether or whatever is a conscious choice (but absolutely one that is not made lightly, and in the healthiest of communities and circumstances, is a personal decision that comes with a lot of significance and reverence and probably has some cultural practices and events involved). this is something that most likely, often happens after a dragon has lived a Bajillion years, is a peace with themselves, etc etc etc.

i feel like this is a fun explanation as to why there are just SOOO many ghosts in the Rookery’s territory (particularly underground). now i have a great excuse to start making some of my actual dragons Ghosts. plus this gives me a way to frame like. how my technically oldest dragons still look the way they do even tho i made them a bajillion years ago. i bet a LOT of dragons in the elder council still have quite a few lives to lose, and might be something to start including in their bios like. shahar has at least 4 lives or so before she kicks it for real or smthin

anyway this all started bc i made one of my dragons a ghost hunter on a whim and for no real reason other than needing to fill his bio. but that got me Thinking, esp since i made details like “he helps identify ghosts that are super restless or out of touch with reality + gets them in touch with the Rookery, and even finds them their own rooms if they want”. like ghost old ppl retirement home.

what happens to dragons after they bite the dust??? idk their life energy magic or whatever is returned to the world or w/e idk

#ryno rambles

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cutie1365 · 4 years

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Sister, Sister

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Watson!Reader

Request: Anon- Hi💕💕 SHERLOCK x READER please can I ask for one where reader is Johns little sister (not Harry) and she has a major crush on Sherlock but only told John. And after she lived at 221c for a while she goes on a case with Sherlock and Anderson is flirting with her, but Sherlock steps up for her and admits he loves her (even though he has always had feelings for her) sorry if it a little confusing Love your writing btw💕

Word count: 3k

A/N: I changed it up a little bit from the request but I hope you like it!

Masterlist in bio

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The chime of the doorbell rang through 221B Baker Street as Sherlock jumped from his chair, pulling him from his deep trance inside his mind palace.

“Finally a client.” He pulled the curtains back from the window, trying to get a better look.

“It’s not a client... Have you not been listening to me?” John asked, exasperated.

“I filter.” Sherlock muttered, removing his eyes from the window and losing interest.

John rolled his eyes at his answer and made his way down the stairs to open the door.

“John!” You smile as the door is flung open, dropping your bag and jumping into his open arms.

“Y/N! You made it!” John laughed, holding you in his embrace, “How was your trip?”

“Oh awful! The bloke next to me on the train would not shut up. I swear, three hours, I never saw him take a breath.” You chuckled as John grabbed your bag and led you up the narrow stairs.

You stepped into the darkened living room, your eyes going wide as you took in the space. Your brother was not lying when he said it was a bachelor pad.

Sherlock stood as you entered the room. He hadn’t been listening when John explained who this mysterious non-client was. Was it one of his girlfriends? He couldn’t keep up with how many come and go anymore. Although you were way out of his league.

“Y/N this is Sherlock Holmes,” John motioned, and Sherlock raised his hand to shake yours.

“Ah hello.” You smiled sheepishly. So this was the infamous Sherlock Holmes... John really had not done him justice when he described him. He’d mentioned the intimidating arrogant stare, but left out those cheekbones that could cut glass. Not to mention those curls.

“Y/N will be staying with us for a little while until she can find a place.” John explained once more.

“Hm, you’ve never let one of your girlfriends move in, what’s so special about this one?” Sherlock asked with his brows furrowed, examining you. You were a little younger, maybe five years or so, but there had to be something else.

Your jaw dropped as the words left his mouth, you turned to John who was seething beside you.

“She’s my bloody baby sister you cock.” John yelled, showing off that famous temper of his. Had he not told his flatmate that you were coming?

“Sister?” Sherlock’s eyes went wide, taking a step back.

“I told you this!” John yelled as they bickered like an old married couple.

“Are you adopted?” He turned back to you and asked, clearly not understanding how the two of you could be related.

“No, he’s just the runt of the family.” You answered with a smirk.

“Sister...” He muttered again, taking you in. Suitcase, train ticket poking out from your pocket. Of course, how didn’t he notice before? Why couldn’t he read it the moment you walked in the room. Why was he distracted? He’d seen beautiful women before and could still deduce them at the drop of the hat. Why were you making his senses falter?

“I just got a job in the city, still flat hunting.” You explained, because clearly he’d ignored the first few hundred times John told him.

“My apologies.” He nodded, still shocked at this new revelation.

“It’s alright, I was warned about you,” You laughed, not taking offense at the situation, as you followed John into the kitchen. He handed you a cup of tea as you took a seat at the counter.

“Warned? You warned her about me? Why?” Sherlock began pestering John after he’d taken a second to let your words sink in.

John deadpanned, like it was obvious, and to everyone else, it was.

“Really?” John asked, unamused.

“I’m not that bad, John.” Sherlock whined.

“In the 90 seconds that I’ve been here you accused my brother of being a whore and that we were in an incestuous relationship.” You retorted, taking a sip of your tea.

“Well I didn’t know you were related, you look nothing alike.” He argued.

“Aren’t you supposed to be a genius? Shouldn’t it be obvious even if he hadn’t mentioned it, which he did.” You shot back, knowing you’d won.

Sherlock didn’t say anything as he looked you up and down, before slowly turning to John.

“John I don’t think I like your sister, she’s mean.” He scowled as you and John chuckled. Sherlock huffed and left the room, nearly slamming his bedroom door.

“Well this is going to be fun.” You smirked, still looking off in the direction he fled.

“No,” John whipped around to face, his voice going stern as he raised a finger at you.

“What?” You asked, raising your hands in surrender. You hadn’t said anything to warrant this kind of response from your brother.

“No,” He pointed back to Sherlock’s door, and you rolled your eyes at the implied instruction to stay away from him. You couldn’t help it that he was your type to a tee, and it’s just so fun to watch him get all riled up when you teased him.

“So tell me about all these girlfriends, brother dear.” You rested your head on your hands, leaning towards him on the counter and changing the subject. John sighed, hoping his warning got through to you.

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“What are you doing?” Sherlock asked as he walked out into the kitchen, a few days into your stay at 221B.

“Cooking dinner.” You held up the large spoon as if it was obvious.

“Why?” He asked again, maintaining his annoyed tone.

“Because I’m hungry??” You answered, as if that was the stupidest question in the world. What was this man’s problem? Did he not eat?

“Where’s my petri dish?” He asked as he approached you, practically pushing you to the side to look for the small plastic plate. You couldn’t ignore, try though you may, the way your body reacted when his hand touched your waist.

“I moved it.” You spoke, hoping your voice didn’t falter due to the unexpected touch.

“Where?” He shot up, his eyes scouring the kitchen.

“Over there.” You pointed to the corner of the kitchen island with your large spoon still in hand.

“Did you touch it?” He asked, rushing to it.

“I mean I moved it, but I didn’t stick my finger in it.” You rolled your eyes, moving your finger in a swirling motion as you spoke. Did he think you were an idiot? You didn’t know what kinda bacteria was growing in there, you were not about to touch that and then start preparing food.

Sherlock stood silently as he inspected the dish.

“Are those eyeballs in the fridge? I’m a little afraid to look.” You chuckled, placing your hand on your hip, filling the silence.

“Then don’t.” He quipped back, not taking his eyes off the dish.

“You know normally, you put food in a fridge. You could play a real life game of operation with all the stuff you’ve got in there.” You teased with a smile.

“We don’t normally cook.” He explained, placing the dish down, satisfied that you hadn’t ruined it as he moved to take a seat at the counter across from you.

“Oh so is the kitchen just decorational then?” You asked, knowing you were getting on his nerves.

“How’s the flat search going?” Sherlock rolled his eyes, changing the subject.

“Ugh, everything’s so bloody expensive.” You groaned, turning back to the stove to stir the boiling pot, “I don’t know how you afford this place.”

“Landlady’s got drug money.” The detective said casually.

“You’re joking.” You laughed, turning back to face him, and he shook his head.

“Husband ran a cartel.” He said, you didn’t think he had it in him to joke.

“You’re taking the piss.” You shook your head with a smile, there was no way that could be true. Little old Mrs. Hudson?

“I’m serious.” He smiled, maybe that was the first time you’d seen him do that.

“What’s that smell?” John walked in the room, stopping as he saw the two of you laughing. He eyed you sternly, and raised a brow, clearly you weren’t listening to his warning.

“That smell, dear brother, is a home cooked meal. I know the concept is foreign to you.” You retorted, causing Sherlock to smirk, before quickly dropping it.

“How much longer will your sister be here, she’s interrupting my experiments.” Sherlock asked John, returning to his annoyed manner.

“She is right here, and she cooks and cleans so you can either deal with it, or help me find a new place if you want me out that bad.” You pointed the cooking spoon at him, though he didn’t find you very threatening. Something about you standing before him in an apron, with your hair falling into your face, threatening him with a wooden spoon brought a smile to his face.

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“What’s that?” You ask, looking over Sherlock’s shoulder as he sits at his desk. He must have been so deep in thought he didn’t hear you approaching.

“Go away, I’m working.” He swatted you away, knowing you’d distract him.

“Is that a body?” You leaned in closer, trying to get a better look.

“Yes, now go away.” Sherlock pushed you back as your hair fell onto his shoulder and he inhaled your scent, already distracted from the scene before him.

“So bossy, maybe I can help.” You said, stepping back and placing a hand on your hip.

“You could help? How could you possibly help? Your brother is a trained army doctor, that’s helpful. What’s a secretary going to do? File their papers?” He mocked as you rolled your eyes. You were a personal assistant, not a secretary, you didn’t just file papers all day.

“We’re good with details and eavesdropping.” You argued.

“Why aren’t you at work?” Sherlock asked, with brows furrowed after looking at the clock. You weren’t normally home during this time. He knew because it was the only time he could get work done without his mind wandering to you.

“Because my boss is on vacation in Malta and I’m bored out of my mind.” You sighed, flopping dramatically into the black plush chair next to the desk.

“So you think I’ll let you assist on this case? Not a chance.” Sherlock shook his head, turning back to the screen.

“Please, I’m so bored. Put me to work.” You begged, bouncing up from the chair and sitting on the arm.

“No.” He answered without turning away from the screen.

“Sherlockkk..” You whined. You were the youngest child, you knew how to get what you want, how to tear them down and break their will until they have no choice but to succumb to you.

“Dear lord, you are incessant.” He whipped back to you, the anger on his face causing a small smile to appear on your own.

“I’ll stop if you take me along. Please Sherlock, one case, and I’ll never ask again.” You pleaded, pressing your hands together almost as if in prayer.

“One?” Sherlock asked, and you knew you were getting somewhere.

“Just one, I wanna know what you do all day. What makes you come home and want to put eyeballs in the microwave.” You smirked, you were this close.

“You’re not giving up are you?” Sherlock huffed and shook his head with a small smile.

“Never.” You smiled, you could do this all day.

“Get your coat.” He instructed as you jumped from your seat, giddy.

You grabbed your coat off the rack and Sherlock pointed to you sternly as you slipped it on.

“You do exactly as I say, you hear me? You touch nothing. You say nothing.” He instructed, the glimpse of a smile you’d seen had now faded.

“May I blink?” You asked, as he moved towards the door.

“Don’t make me change my mind.” He turned back to you on the stairs, as you followed behind him, excitement still evident on your face.

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“Freaks here!” A woman yelled as the two of you entered the scene. You were mesmerized, you felt like you were living an episode of CSI. Is this what Sherlock does every single day?

“And he’s got a guest.” A man in a white plastic suit said, standing and approaching the two of you. Your eyes went wide as you noticed the body on the floor behind him.

“Phillip Anderson.” He smirked and stretched his hand to shake yours.

“Y/n Watson.” You smiled politely as you drew your attention from the body.

“You recruited another?” Sally asked Sherlock, rudely.

“Come on.” Sherlock instructed, pulling you towards the body and away from Anderson. You took in every detail.

“What do we know?” Sherlock asked another detective who was standing over the body.

“Oh are you John’s sister?” The new man asked and you smiled and nodded.

“Greg Lestrade, D.I.” He shook your hand, “God, I didn’t know John had a sister.”

“What do we know?” Sherlock asked again, his patience growing thin. Or was he jealous at the fact that everyone was so preoccupied with you?

“James Cartright, 43, lives in town. Neighbors filed a noise complaint, and the responding officer found his body.” Lestrade explained.

“Why do I know that name?” You muttered, pulling out your phone.

“I thought we’d agreed on the not speaking thing.” Sherlock rolled his eyes as he turned to you.

“I know that name. Yes! See,” You showed him the shared calendar with the scheduled meeting, “He met with my boss two weeks ago.” Sherlock examined it as the victim's name was clearly there.

“Why?” He asked, not seeing any notes below the appointment to provide a reason.

“Don’t know, it was after hours so it wasn’t work related. Though from what I heard Cartright was in the market for a good divorce attorney. My boss and his wife split a year ago.” You explained, sometimes eavesdropping paid off... Though not for the man sprawled on the ground below you with a bullet in his head.

“Find out who his wife is, and if she’s got an alibi.” Sherlock turned to Lestrade and instructed.

“See, told you I could be helpful.” You smirked, nudging Sherlock with your shoulder as Lestrade ran off. Sherlock didn’t want to admit it, but you did speed up the process. Though it was only a stroke of luck. Or fate.

“Are you going to be around more often, Y/N?” Anderson asked, approaching you once more.

“Nope, one time thing.” You shook your head and turned to Sherlock with a smile, you had promised after all, one case and one case only.

“Why don’t you let me buy you a drink? We can extend this one time thing.” Phillip flirted.

“Oh.” You turned back to him, your eyes going wide in shock. That’s not where you expected this to go.

“Or dinner. Or we could always skip to dessert.” His voice dropped and your breath hitched. No one had ever been this forward with you.

“Um,” Was all you managed to let out. After all your playful banter that’s so easy with Sherlock, and you couldn’t even find a way to respond to this advance. Obviously you weren't interested. You were ruthless, Sherlock had seen it, you could send him crying back to his mother with your words if you wanted. He’d never seen you at a loss for words.

“Anderson, stop pestering my girlfriend and do your bloody job.” Sherlock seethed. You barely snapped back to reality enough to register that Sherlock had called you his girlfriend. Obviously he was just lying to get Anderson off your back so he’d stop interrupting the investigation, he hated you. You were pretty certain of that. Anderson ran off as another detective had called him over.

“Thanks for that. Kinda threw me off guard, I’m not really used to guys talking to me like that. You’d think standing over a dead body wouldn’t be the most opportune moment.” You began to ramble.

“Anderson is an idiot.” Sherlock said, before going quiet. He liked how it felt when he called you his girlfriend.

“What if I didn’t want it to be a lie.” He muttered, drawing your attention as you looked up at him.

“What?” You asked, not sure what he was referring to.

“What if it was true?” He asked, unable to just come out and say it.

“That I was your girlfriend?” You asked with a chuckle and he nodded, “Why would you want that? I thought you hated me. I mean I annoy the living daylights out of you.”

“No you don’t. I like having you around.” He admitted, and you couldn’t believe he was saying this.

“You have a funny way of showing it.” You smiled, shaking your head.

“I know. It’s just, you bring out a different side of me. One I didn’t know I had. You make me want to be better, for you. I want to be a man that you could love.” He spoke, unsure of where these words were all coming from. The ones he’d thought in the dead of night but never dared to say out loud.

“What if I told you you already are, just the way you are.” You smiled, watching his eyes snap back to you in surprise.

“What?” He asked, brows furrowed. There was no way you were returning the sentiment. There was no way you felt the same way.

“Oh please, why do you think I tease you constantly. I’ve liked you from the moment I met you. John could tell, that’s why he told me to stay away from you.” You chuckled.

“That would explain his recent increased hostility.” Sherlock realized.

“He’ll get over it,” You smirk, “Now can we get out of here, because I really want to kiss you, but there’s a dead body like right there and it’s really putting me off.”

You laugh, causing Sherlock to laugh as well. You were going to get him in trouble. His best friend's little sister, yeah he’d never hear the end of that one... Although John didn’t necessarily have to know. For now at least. Three weeks, maybe four, that’s how long Sherlock suspected it would take for John to catch on. Maybe five if the two of you could keep your hands off each other long enough in his presence. This was going to be fun.

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Dream Come True (K.TH)

Warnings : swearing, mentions of sex, escort service

Synopsis : dream come true is an escort service that can make all your fantasies come to life. all he needs is a date to his cousins wedding and she looks like the perfect choice. she agrees almost immediately, excited to crash her exes wedding on the arm of his cousin. neither one of them expected anything more than a little revenge, but a destination wedding is the perfect place to fall in love.

Word Count : 6372

Dream Come True : All Your Fantasies Brought To Life. It intrigued a broke college student like me. I was recently single and could use the extra cash, so I didn’t even think twice before signing up, filling out all my information, uploading a few pictures, and reading through the terms. The clients would read the bios of each girl and decide which one would best suit their needs and bring their fantasy to life.

As a worker, I could decide which clients I would take on, and made my own rules. It was hard at first, but as the years went on, it became easier to become the perfect girlfriend for my clients for one night. It was rare I was needed for more than one night, even more rare that I was needed for more than a couple days. So when I saw a request for a destination wedding for two weeks, I was intrigued.

I sat at the café in the Dream Come True headquarters, scrolling through my phone as I waited for my new potential client to arrive. “Y/N?” He asked, causing me to look up as I locked my phone and put it down. I gestured for him to take a seat. I was taken aback by the handsome man who sat down across from me. Usually my clients were older gentlemen with money to spend, but this guy looked my age and definitely wouldn’t have trouble finding a date. “I know this seems like an odd request.” I shook my head.

“A bit different, but not odd. You’d be surprised how many weddings I’ve been to.” I joked, trying to lighten the mood. I could tell he was nervous.

“How long have you been doing this?” He questioned. I reached out and grabbed my drink before taking a small sip and setting it back on the table.

“Probably almost 3 years now.” His eyes widened at the answer, but I didn’t let it bother me. “It’s easy money that’s paying my way through university, so I’m not complaining. Now, tell me more about this destination wedding.” He nodded, clearing his throat.

“It’s my cousin’s wedding and it’s kind of a big deal. I had RSVP’d a couple months ago with a plus one, intending to introduce my family to my girlfriend.” I nodded, crossing one leg over the other and leaning forward in my chair. “She actually broke up with me last week and I don’t want to go to this wedding I already said I’d bring a plus one to alone.”

“That would be pretty embarrassing.” He agreed.

“Yeah, especially since the whole thing will be covered in the media.” My eyes widened, even more intrigued than I was before. “Like I said, this wedding is a big deal. My cousin getting married is Kim Seokjin.” I almost choked on my drink at that piece of information.

“THE Kim Seokjin?” I asked to clarify, my heart starting to beat faster. He nodded and I sat back in my chair, weighing my options. The money I could make from this job would definitely pay off the rest of my tuition and then some and seeing my exes face while I showed up to his wedding on his cousin’s arm would be priceless. But was I really ready to face him again? It’s been 3 years, but the love we shared doesn’t just disappear, at least not for me.

“I understand this is going to be pricey, but I’m willing to pay anything.” I met his eyes and could see this desperation behind them. “The trip is completely paid for, and we’ll really only need to be a couple for a few days, the others you can go off and sightsee as much as you like.” I thought of the heartbreak Kim Seokjin put me through just because I wasn’t some heiress, and in that moment I’d honestly do it for free if I didn’t absolutely need the money.

“I’ll give you a discount if you’re willing to pay for the trip itself.” I told him and opened the notebook I brought with me to talk price. We then went over terms and boundaries. By the end, I pulled a contract out of my folder and explained the major points of it and slid it over for him to sign. “It’ll be a pleasure working with you.” I smiled, holding out my hand for him to shake.

“I can’t believe you’re going to your exes wedding as his cousin’s fake girlfriend.” My best friend, Namjoon shook his head. He had come over the minute I told him I’d be leaving on a two-week work trip. Telling him my job when I first started it was nerve-wracking as I didn’t know if he’d view me differently. Instead of judging me, he’s been calling me his sugar mommy for these past 3 years.

“I can’t wait to see his face.” I laughed as I zipped up my second bag and placing it by the door. Taehyung told me since I was going as his girlfriend, he would have a driver pick me up and he’d meet me at the airport so we could arrive together.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Namjoon was the one who held me as I cried over the breakup. He was the one who bought me ice-cream and watched dumb rom coms with me. He’s the reason my heart healed in the first place.

“It’s been 3 years. He’s obviously moved on. It’s my turn to get back at him for all the heartache I’ve dealt with. Besides, how could I turn down a free vacation before my final year?” Namjoon laughed as he shook his head. “I’ll bring you back lots of gifts.” He wrapped his arms around me, telling me to call him if I needed anything. “I should go. Taehyung says the driver should be outside.” Namjoon grabbed my bags without me even asking and brought them down to the car, me following closely behind.

“I’ll see you when you come back. I want all the details.” I leaned up to kiss his cheek and told him I’ll give him all the tea as soon as I return.

Taehyung kept his promise and was waiting for me at the airport. The driver he hired to pick me up walking behind me, carrying my bags against my will. Taehyung smiled when he saw me and reached to take the bags from the driver. “Thank you for taking care of my girlfriend, Jun Ho. Are you ready to go?” I nodded as Taehyung handed my bags off to someone else who put them on a bag cart that held his bags. “Then off we go.” I linked my arm with his as we headed to board the plane.

The entire plane ride, Taehyung went over more things I’d need to know, and let me know he had my outfits picked out for the major events we’d be attending. It was eating me up inside not telling him about the history I had with his cousin, but I couldn’t risk him changing his mind and me not getting the revenge I deeply wanted.

A car picked us up from the airport and drove us to the hotel we’d be staying at, and I got to know more about Taehyung. I knew by the time the wedding came; our relationship would look very real.

“Should we go explore?” I asked when we got to our hotel room and unpacked a bit. “I figure we should get to know each other before the wedding.” Taehyung quickly agreed, and the two of us headed out. “Oh no, we’re doing this my way.” I wrapped my hands around his forearm, pulling him away from the car he was heading towards.

“What if we get lost?” I shrugged as we began walking away from the hotel and into the city. “You are a strange one.” Taehyung laughed. He slid his hand into mine as we walked.

“It’ll be fun. If we get lost, I’ll let you call your driver to pick us up and take us back.” I said nonchalantly and swung our arms back and forth as we walked. The two of us talked as we walked, and I found myself really enjoying his company as I shopped around for gifts for Namjoon. As we entered yet another store, a shirt immediately caught my eye. It was one I know Namjoon would absolutely love, so I beckoned Taehyung over. Though not quite as tall as my best friend, I could still make an assessment by using him.

“What are you doing?” Taehyung laughed as I held the shirt up to his body and tried to envision it on Namjoon.

“I promised my best friend I’d bring him back some gifts and I know this is something he’d love!” I exclaimed with a wide smile on his face.

“So why that hard of a thinking face?” He teased.

“He’s a bit taller than you. So I’m just trying to picture him in it.” Taehyung smiled while shaking his head. It was in this moment that I realized just how similar he was to Kim Seokjin. I tried to hide the hurt I was suddenly feeling and continued to smile while taking the shirt up to the till.

“Let me pay.” Taehyung smiled, pulling out his wallet. I put my hand over his and told him I couldn’t let him, as it was a gift for my friend. “Consider this a thank you for all you’re doing for me.”

“You’re not going to let me pay, are you?” He shook his head.

“Get used to it, princess.” My heart sank at the all too familiar nickname. Seokjin would always call me his princess, promising me a life of riches that I told him over and over again I didn’t need. Get used to it, princess. He would tell me again and again. I was really prepared to spend the rest of my life with him. I was ready to throw away my dreams and focus on being his wife and stand by his side as he took over the family business.

Taehyung and I headed back to the hotel as the sun began to set. I had my arm linked with his as he carried the couple bags of things we bought, and I laughed at some story he told me. As we entered the lobby, my laugh caught the attention of a familiar face who was heading towards the elevator with his wife-to-be. My heart stopped beating when I met his eyes, and his smile fell when he met mine.

“Jin-hyung!” Taehyung exclaimed, not sensing the obvious tension in the air. “Y/N, this is my cousin who’s getting married.” I smiled up at him and held out my hand as Taehyung introduced us seemingly for the first time. “This is my girlfriend.”

“Lovely to meet you. This is my future wife, Chae-Eun.” I shook both of their hands, telling them I was excited for the wedding.

“Why don’t the 4 us grab breakfast in the morning? I’d love to get to know you.” Chae-Eun smiled. Before Seokjin or I could disagree, Taehyung was agreeing, saying we’d meet them in the lobby at 10. We all then gathered in the elevator and silently made our way to our rooms.

“I hope I didn’t overstep by agreeing to breakfast.” Taehyung said as we entered our room. He placed the bags on the ground and gave me an apologetic smile. I shook my head.

“The deal was I’m your girlfriend for 2 weeks.” I reminded him. “Besides, I think it’d be nice to meet the bride and groom before the wedding.” He agreed. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to shower and get ready for bed.” He nodded and told me to go right ahead. I grabbed some pajamas and my phone before locking myself in the bathroom and panic texting Namjoon.

Hold up! So now not only do you have to watch your first love get married, but you also have to go to breakfast with him and his fiancée? He replied back almost instantly.

Yes! And damn does he ever look handsome! I thought back to seeing him as he turned to face me, obviously recognizing my laugh. It’s been 3 years, but he barely aged and looked as good as ever in his obviously tailored suit. Chae-Eun looked perfect next to him in her gorgeous yet simple sundress and heels. She looked better next to him than I ever could. And she’s absolutely perfect. I added before he could reply. I thought I could handle seeing him again, but I didn’t expect to be thrown back 3 years to the person I was, falling in love with him all over again.

No one beats you. He told me, causing a small smile to break out on my face before I started the shower.

When I was finished, I crawled into one of the two beds and Taehyung said he was going to shower. I nodded and unlocked my phone to see a text from a number I thought I deleted. What are you doing here? I debated not saying anything, but I knew I couldn’t avoid him forever. I was here to see him get married.

Taehyung is my boyfriend. Sorry if that bothers you. I responded after carefully wording and then rereading the text.

Are you using him like you did me? I scoffed at his reply, thinking back to our breakup, my heart breaking all over again. Sorry princess, but I could never marry a gold digger. The same nickname he would call me lovingly was suddenly filled with venom as I cried for him to stay. I tried telling him I loved him not for his money.

I never used you. And I’m not using Taehyung, I’m in love with him.

Funny, that’s what you used to say to me. Don’t think for a second that you being here will change my mind about Chae-Eun. I’d never marry a gold digger.

You two look good together. And I’m happier with Taehyung than I ever was with you. My heart broke more and more the longer we texted, but I couldn’t stop myself from responding. At least I was getting a reply now, unlike 3 years ago when I asked for him to just hear me out.

The next morning, I woke up before Taehyung and quietly got ready for breakfast with my ex and his fiancée. Taehyung was awake and sitting in bed when I exited the bathroom, ready to take on the day. “Good morning.” He smiled.

“Good morning.” I smiled back. “You should get ready. We have to meet your cousin and his fiancée in 30 minutes.” He nodded and grabbed some clothes before heading into the bathroom. I took this time to reread my conversation with Seokjin last night and hope I could continue the completely in love girlfriend in front of him.

“Shall we go?” Taehyung asked, stepping out of the bathroom dressed in jeans and a white button up shirt. A different look than I was used to seeing him in, but he certainly did know how to work any outfit. I stood from the bed and smoothed out my dress as I slid on my heels.

“Do I look okay?” I asked, doing a little twirl with a nervous smile on my face. Taehyung smiled wide and took a few steps closer to me, taking my hand in his.

“You look stunning.” He told me softly as he laced our fingers and brought my hand up to his lips to give a soft kiss. The butterflies took flight in my stomach at the simple gesture, and if I’m honest, I didn’t want to stop them. I smiled up at him as the two of us headed down to the lobby, exchanging small talk on the way down. Seokjin and Chae-Eun were already in the lobby waiting for us.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting.” I bowed and the 4 of us piled into the two cars waiting for us out front. Taehyung told me more stories of his childhood and I couldn’t help but giggle at some of the antics he used to get up to as a child. I shared a few of mine, laughing at his reactions to the stories I told him. It felt like I’d known him for years instead of days. And for the first time since I started my job at Dream Come True, I found myself wanting this contract to never end.

Seokjin and Chae-Eun arrived at the restaurant before us and were waiting outside when we pulled up. Taehyung and I were laughing at a story I told him before we got out. I could feel Seokjin’s judgemental eyes on me the second I got out of the car, but I tried not to let it bother me.

“How did you two meet?” Chae-Eun asked, excited to hear everything about mine and Taehyung’s love story.

“Oh my god, it’s so embarrassing!” I exclaimed, covering my face in fake embarrassment. Taehyung wrapped his arm around me, chuckling as he said he found it super cute. “I work part time at a library just off my campus.” I began, diving into the story we made up. About him coming in looking for a specific book, but when he came to ask me a question, I thought he was my co-worker and began talking about the attractive guy I watched walk in before turning around and seeing it was him.

“Her face went completely red, and I couldn’t help but smile. She was really cute.” I felt the heat rise to my cheeks when he said that, and I playfully smacked his arm.

“It was so embarrassing. My co-worker still won’t let me live it down.” I laughed.

“Hey, not only did you help me find the book I needed, but I got a really pretty girlfriend.” He leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to my cheek just as our waiter came back with our food.

“It seems like you two were made for each other.” Chae-Eun gushed, a wide smile on her face. “I’m so happy Taehyung was able to find someone perfectly matched for him.” Seokjin scoffed as he dug into his food, earning a confused stare from both Chae-Eun and Taehyung.

“Thank you, noona. Y/N gets me better than anyone else I’ve met.” I smiled at him before digging into my own meal, trying to supress my shock at how delicious it was. I can already feel myself getting used to the expensive food all over again.

“You thinking of marrying her?” Seokjin asked casually in between bites of his own breakfast, causing me to almost choke on my food.

“Of course.” Taehyung said casually before taking another bite. “She’s the love of my life.” My heart sunk into my stomach, but I tried to continue to smile.

“I can’t picture anyone else at the end of aisle.” I added, smiling over to Taehyung, who was already looking at me. “But if you’ll excuse me, I have to use the restroom.” I pushed my chair out and headed towards the bathrooms to try and calm my heart. As soon as the door closed behind me, I pulled my phone out and called Namjoon. “This breakfast is a train wreck!” I whisper-yelled into the phone.

“That bad?” He asked.

“Well, Taehyung and I just agreed that we see ourselves getting married.”

“Oof.” I laughed at his response as I tried to hold back the tears.

“Why did I think this was a good idea?” I asked myself more so than Namjoon.

“Money.” I laughed again. “Listen, just fake a stomach-ache and go back to the hotel. Don’t spend anymore time with Seokjin than you have to.” I took a deep breath.

“That’s a good idea. I can’t keep falling in love with him.” We said our goodbyes and I quickly fixed up my makeup, trying to make it look like I didn’t cry. When I exited the bathroom, Seokjin grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the side.

“Why did it have to be my cousin?” He whispered.

“Listen, I didn’t know he was your cousin when we met. By the time I found out, I was already in love with him.” I lied, trying to seem as apologetic and nonchalant as I could.

“I could pretend to love Chae-Eun when you weren’t around, but with you here, it’s so hard.” I ripped my wrist from his grasp.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but you’re the one that broke up with me. I have every right to move on with someone who truly loves me and doesn’t see me as just a gold digger.” I tried to walk away and rejoin the table, but he grabbed my arm again and pushed me against the wall, trapping me between his arms.

“Does he really make you happier than I did?” He practically growled into my ear. “Does he love you more than me?” He pulled his face away from my ear and looked into my eyes, bringing one hand from the wall and traced my jaw with his pointer finger as he tipped my head up to better meet his eyes. “Does he make you feel good like I did?” He finished with a smirk. I took a deep breath and pushed him away from me.

“He’s a better boyfriend than you ever were.” I whispered to him as I stormed off towards our table, trying to pretend my heart wasn’t racing, as if I wasn’t completely in love with him. “Sorry, I just suddenly don’t feel well.” I apologized to Chae-Eun and Taehyung when I returned.

“Is everything okay?” Taehyung jumped at the chance to be the protective boyfriend. I told them I just had a stomach-ache and that I’d be fine. “I think we’re going to head out first.” He announced as Seokjin returned to the table. “Can’t have my girlfriend feeling sick.” We stood from the table and made our way out to the car that was waiting for us. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah. I’m just not used to traveling.” I lied and gave him a small smile. Taehyung nodded and asked the driver to take us back to the hotel.

The two of us spent the rest of the day inside the hotel room, even though I told him he could leave if he wanted to. He refused to leave me, adamant on nursing me back to health. It was then that I wished I met Taehyung before I met Seokjin.

The days leading up to the rehearsal dinner, Taehyung and I explored the city and went to all the tourist places. The more time I spent with him, the more I enjoyed having him by my side. He took amazing photos of me across the city, and I tried my best to take just as good pictures of him, but they never turned out. “How are you so handsome even when I catch you off-guard!” I exclaimed a few times during our time.

“I could ask you how you’re so gorgeous in every picture!” He exclaimed back. I scrolled through the pictures we’ve taken, wishing I could post the ones of the both of us, but I knew I’d just have to delete them when this was all over. So, I just posted the ones he took of me as a memory of time spent with him.

We basically spent all of our time away from the hotel, enjoying the sights and getting to know each other on a level I wasn’t used to with my clients. The guilt ate at me more and more the closer I got to Taehyung. The night before the rehearsal dinner, I broke. “I have something to confess.” I told him as he walked out of the bathroom as we got ready for bed. He sat on his bed, facing me as I tried to figure out exactly what to say. “I dated Kim Seokjin.” I finally spit out, deciding it was best not to beat around the bush. Instead of getting angry and yelling at me, Kim Taehyung just laughed.

“I already know that, princess.” My mouth dropped open. “He always showed you off, posted pictures of you constantly.”

“Why didn’t you say anything!?” I exclaimed, a smile taking over my previous shock. “The guilt about keeping this secret has been eating me alive!” He laughed again.

“Princess, do you really think I just needed you as my plus one because it would be embarrassing to show up alone?” I nodded.

“I don’t make it a habit to question my clients.” He shook his head.

“I chose you knowing you were his ex. I don’t really have anything against my cousin, he’s a good guy, but these trips are so damn boring. I thought I’d add some spice.” I laughed and shook my head.

“I think I’m in love with you, Kim Taehyung.” I chuckled, the smile never leaving my face. “So this whole thing is just entertainment for you.”

“And revenge for you. It’s a win-win. Honestly, seeing his face when he saw you was absolutely priceless.” I playfully smacked his leg after he said that. “Come on! You can’t tell me you’re not having fun.”

“Honestly, this is the most fun I’ve had in years.” He looked at me with a triumphant look on his face and I just shook my head at him.

“Now, let’s get some sleep. We have some drama to stir up.” I crawled into bed as he got up to turn the lights off. This trip just got a whole lot more exciting.

Unfortunately for Taehyung and I, the rehearsal dinner went off without a hitch, and he was right, these events are so boring. So as everyone began to mingle, the two of us snuck out to go elsewhere. “Oh my god, I think we need to breakup dude. I’d fall asleep at my own damn wedding if I had to go through all of that.” I joked as the two of us walked around, enjoying the fresh air.

“Oh, we’re getting married now, are we?”

“Of course. I couldn’t picture anyone else at the end of the aisle.” I repeated my words from the breakfast we had almost a week ago as a joke. “But we’re going to have a fun wedding or I’m divorcing you.” He laughed and I just stopped in my tracks as I looked at him. In that moment as he stopped laughing and walking to turn and ask if I was alright, I realized I was truly falling for him.

“You okay?” He asked, placing his hands on my shoulders, giving me a quick once over, looking for any sign of discomfort or injury. I just stared at his face, his eyes full of concern for my wellbeing, and allowed myself to take in his handsome face. I counted to 3 before allowing myself to break the one rule I made when I started my job and pressed my lips to his in a soft kiss. My arms wrapped around his neck as I pulled him closer, the butterflies in my stomach exploding the second he kissed me back, his arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me closer.

“I’d say I was sorry, but I’m really not.” I smiled when we pulled away, our foreheads pressed together, both of us catching our breath from the kiss. “I’d also say it would never happen again, but I really want to kiss you again.”

“I’m not stopping you, princess.” He whispered and I wasted no time in pressing my lips to his again. “Does this mean we have to breakup before we can have a boring wedding?” He joked as we walked hand-in-hand back to the hotel as the sun set.

“I already said, our wedding it going to be fun or we’re getting a divorce.” I joked back and my heart swelled at the sound of his laughter. “What a first date we’re about to have tomorrow.” I joked. “Quite a story to tell our friends, that our first date was my exes wedding who also happens to be your cousin.”

“Oof, that is quite a first date.” We laughed.

“Wait! Now I can post all those cute pictures of us!” I exclaimed as we walked into the lobby. “I didn’t want to because I didn’t want to have to delete them later.”

“How the hell could you not tell I started to like you for real days ago when we took those pictures?” He shook his head at me as he handed me his phone, his Instagram open for me to see, his most recent 3 pictures being of us. “You obviously don’t follow me, and now I’m offended, and I think we should break up.”

“Too late.” I told him as I handed him my phone, my most recent post open for him to see. It was a picture of the two of us that he took. He stood behind me with one of his arms wrapped around my waist and his chin resting on my head and his other arm extended to take the photo. We both wore wide smiles. It was my favourite picture the two of us took, and I captioned it Mine with a heart.

“I guess I’ll stick around a while longer then.” He handed my phone back and quickly kissed my cheek. As we got into the elevator, Namjoon was calling me, and I burst out laughing. “I’m guessing that’s the best friend and he’s got some questions.”

“You would be correct.” I replied as I answered the phone.

“You bitch!” He exclaimed on the other line. Taehyung burst out laughing, obviously hearing what Namjoon had said. “You go out there as a fake girlfriend to your exes wedding and now you’re posting cute pictures saying mine and shit.” I followed Taehyung out of the elevator when the doors opened and couldn’t help but laugh at my best friend.

“Well, I guess you could say I’m no longer here as a fake girlfriend.” I laughed as Namjoon screamed. Taehyung looked over at me with wide eyes, wondering what the fuck was happening.

“You are NOT actually dating your exes cousin.” Taehyung swiped the phone from my hand and quickly responded to my best friend.

“She absolutely is actually dating her exes cousin.” Before he could hand it back, Namjoon was screaming out his name, causing Taehyung and I both to burst into laughter.

“Namjoon, you need calm down. The neighbours are going to think you’re being murdered.” I told him through my giggles.

“Full story the second you’re back, you sly bitch.” I rolled my eyes and told him I already promised to give him all the details of my trip when I returned.

“I guess this is the part where I tell you he’s also my roommate, so you’ll be seeing a lot of him when we get back.” Taehyung wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him.

“If it means being with you, I think I can deal with your very loud best friend.” He whispered before pulling me into another kiss.

The next morning, I woke up to Taehyung peppering my face in kisses, causing me to giggle and grab his face in my hands. “You keep missing.” I pouted and he wasted no time in kissing the pout right off my face.

“You ready to stir up some shit?” He asked as he stared into my eyes. I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face as I nodded.

“With you, I’m ready for anything.” The two of us got up and started to get ready. He placed the gown he bought for me on the bed, and I let out an audible gasp. It was a gorgeous baby pink, floor length gown that hugged all the right curves. It was off the shoulders with lace detailing on the top and I truly felt like a million dollars as soon as I put it on. Taehyung helped zip me into it and I turned to get his reaction, my freshly curled hair flowing down my back.

“Wow.” He breathed out, placing his hands on my hips and bringing his face closer to mine. “If I didn’t make you mine yesterday, I definitely would have today.” He smiled before capturing my lips with his in a passionate kiss.

The two of us headed out to the venue. Despite the rehearsal dinner going perfectly, I couldn’t help but feel like something was going to go wrong. Taehyung ran his thumb over my knuckles as we sat in the first row, waiting for Chae-Eun to walk down the aisle. I could see Seokjin’s mom give me the stink eye from my peripherals, but I didn’t let it bother me. I wasn’t dating her son anymore, and Taehyung’s mom adored me when she met me the day before. Soon, the wedding march began, and we all stood to watch Chae-Eun walk down the aisle.

Taehyung subtly played with my fingers as the boring stuff began and I just quietly giggled to myself and tried to pay attention. Seeing Jin standing up there, dressed in his tux, holding hands with a girl in a wedding dress that wasn’t me, didn’t hurt me as much as I expected it to. Taehyung and I weren’t paying that much attention until I heard my name. My head whipped up towards the soon-to-be wed couple with wide eyes, and Jin stared right back at me, his eyes just as wide. Chae-Eun stood there, unsure of what to do and obviously trying to hold her tears back.

“Now this is excitement.” Taehyung whispered. I playfully slapped him, but he was right. This is exactly what we wanted, well not exactly this. I felt bad for Chae-Eun who seemed to truly love Kim Seokjin with her whole heart, and he just said someone else’s name right before they were to say I Do.

Hushed whispered erupted from the crowd the longer the couple just stood there in silence. “My sincerest apologies to everyone, and especially to Chae-Eun, my beautiful bride.” Jin finally spoke after minutes of silence. “I made a mistake 3 years ago, letting an amazing woman go due to social status. I haven’t seen her since that day, and she’s sitting in the crowd today and it caused a slip up. If it weren’t for her, Chae-Eun and I wouldn’t have met, and I wouldn’t have met the one I’m meant to be with. So, Chae-Eun, if you’ll still have me, I promise I’ll never make another mistake when it comes to loving you.” She looked to me and Taehyung before looking back to Jin. The venue was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

“I can forgive you this time because I love you.” She finally answered with a small smile. The rest of the ceremony went off without hitch and it was time to head to the reception.

“I can’t believe that happened.” I said when we got into our car.

“I can. Have you seen you, Y/N? He definitely fucked up letting you go, but if he didn’t, we wouldn’t be here today.” I smiled at Taehyung, my heart swelling in contentment. “Do you think that’s hot enough tea for you friend?” He chuckled.

“Not hotter than our relationship.” I leaned in for a quick kiss before the two of us got out of the car and headed into the reception. The bride and groom were making their rounds, thanking everyone for coming. I had hoped they just wouldn’t approach us so we wouldn’t have to talk about Jin’s slip up.

“Y/N, Taehyung, thank you for coming.” Chae-Eun smiled and brought the two of us in for small hugs.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, Y/N.” Jin said, and I just shook my head.

“I’m just glad it worked out in the end. I’d feel terrible if that slip up ended your relationship. She’s really a keeper, Jin.” He smiled over to Chae-Eun and agreed with me.

“How come you two didn’t say anything about your previous relationship?” Chae-Eun asked, looking between the two of us.

“Well, I don’t know about Jin, but it’s kind of a sore spot for me. It’s not something I really talk about.” Jin scratched the back of his neck, something I learned over the years of loving him, he did when he was nervous.

“I said a lot of hurtful things. I really wasn’t myself back then, and I’m sorry.”

“No more apologies, Jin. You’re happy, and I am too. I’ve moved on and it may be weird that it’s your cousin, but he really does make me happy.” Taehyung wrapped his arm around my waist, bringing me closer to him and giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Chae-Eun, I really hope there’s no hard feelings. I have a feeling we’ll be seeing each other in the future, and I hope we can be friendly.” She smiled at me and nodded.

“We’ll exchange numbers later; we have more people to see. But I hope we can hang out.” I agreed, and the happy couple left to continue making their rounds.

“Did you ever think you’d become friends with your exes wife?” Taehyung chuckled in my ear before placing another kiss on my cheek.

“Almost as unbelievable as dating my exes cousin.”

“Just so you know, I’m not leaving you even if you ended up homeless.” I turned to face him completely and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Please know I’m not a gold digger.” I whispered, barely able to meet his eyes. He took his thumb and pointer finger and grabbed my chin to make my eyes meet his.

“I’d never think such a thing.” He whispered to me before closing the space between us in a passionate kiss that took my breath away.

#dream come true #bts #bts imagine #kim taehyung #kim taehyung imagine #jeon jungkook #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin

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Star Wars Novel Rankings

In celebration of the end of this year, I made a tier list of all of the Star Wars novels I’ve read since I joined this fandom in 2017 (which you can use to rank these books too). And I named all the tiers in a dorky but appropriate fashion. I would love to hear your thoughts on my rankings, as well as how you’d rank the books yourself! I’ve had a blast reading Star Wars novels from both Disney’s canon and the Legends extended universe over these past 3 years. Here’s to many more years of reading stories from the galaxy far far away!

I put longer (but not more coherent) thoughts below the cut.

The Chosen One: Bringing Balance to the Force and My Depressed Soul

1. The first spot of top tier had to go to Matthew Stover’s Revenge of the Sith novelization for obvious reasons. You simply cannot beat it. It’s a masterpiece. I literally had to put the book down to scream when I read the prose associated with the opening battle over Coruscant. It gave a whole new meaning to the triumphant music and the synchronous twirling of Obi-Wan and Anakin’s starfighters as they weave through blaster-fire in the battle over Coruscant. The rest of the book is the same way. You can’t put it down. I have wAyyYyYy too many feelings about this book oh my god.

2. Thrawn was a surprising book for me. For being centered on an admiral of the Empire’s navy, it had so much heart in it! I loved reading from Eli Vanto’s perspective too. god dammit I love that freaking Wild Space hillbilly dweeb with all my heart. I think his experiences getting to know Thrawn and learning from him guides the reader to feel much the same way as Eli by the end. Thrawn is a trusted friend, not the enemy you expect him to be. I could have done without Arihnda Pryce but she’s supposed to be unlikeable so I won’t blame Timothy Zahn this time.

3. The Clone Wars Gambit duology is basically Karen Miller writing fanfic and I’m HERE FOR IT. As is tradition with Karen Miller’s Star Wars novels, the emotions are dialed up the eleven. Our favorite dumbass Jedi team is back at it again with a mission to save the galaxy and this time they end up going undercover as two lumberjacks from the boonies. Anakin holds an energy shield back from collapsing with his bare hands like a total badass. Obi-Wan is in love with another woman despite it always ending in tragedy, while also bickering like a married couple with Anakin every ten seconds. get a fucking room, you two. These two books inspired one of my fics so they’re near and dear to my heart.

Jedi Master: These Books Have A Seat On The Council Too

4. Wild Space was appropriately named, I’ll tell you that. It’s a wild ride from start to finish. *slaps the front cover* this book can fit so much of Obi-Wan’s suffering in it! @forcearama has elaborated on the many reasons why this book is a gem in Snark Wars blog posts (linked here). It’s also the beginning of the best team-up since Anakin and Obi-Wan...Bail and Obi-Wan! These two bastards get under each other’s skin but it makes for the perfect character development. This book is the reason I screech with delight whenever Bail Organa appears on screen, or is mentioned in conversation. Bail gets a mysterious tip about trouble on a planet, and Obi-Wan decides to go with him to investigate. Cue Sith-induced suffering. It’s cool to see a normal person experiencing the weirdness of Force sensitives and how the world has this extra level of sensory information in it. Plotwise this one isn’t the best, but I think the interactions between characters really shine in this novel. Karen Miller’s writing is like a cup of hot chocolate to me. Indulgent character insight, full of sweet moments, has a bunch of extra marshmallowy dialogue, you’re reading it to have a good time but not to be satisfied with plot. You get me?

5. Do I even have to explain myself here? Kenobi by John Jackson Miller is both an interesting western-style tale set on Tatooine, and a beautiful character study of a man stricken with grief he keeps suppressed. How does one continue on when their whole family was murdered and their whole culture burnt to ash? I wanted to give Obi-Wan a hug the entire time I read this. The characterization was spot-on, from the way he wrangled animals to the way he severed a man’s arm off in a bar with his lightsaber. And when he meets a woman named Annileen Calwell, or Annie for short, Obi-Wan can’t bring himself to call her by her nickname ever and if that doesn’t just break your damn heart fucking fuck.

6. Ahsoka was the first Disney canon book I ever read and it kickstarted my love for E.K. Johnston. The writing is simplistic, but that makes it easy to jump into. Overall, it’s a quick and enjoyable read. By far the best parts are the flashbacks that mull over memories Ahsoka has of the time before Order 66. That shit hits you right in the heart, man. And the part where Ahsoka equates Obi-Wan and Anakin to her adoptive family ohhhhhhh god the tears they flow like a river. There are scenes that allude to Ahsoka becoming the vital part of the Rebellion we know her to be from Rebels, balanced with her current struggles to survive and find herself. Despite having cast away her identity as a Jedi and having any remaining bits of her culture destroyed by Palpatine, Ahsoka shows us all how bright a hero can shine in the darkest of times. AND SHE WAS WRITTEN AS QUEER! finally some good fucking food.

7. Oh shit, another E.K. Johnston book? Don’t be surprised. She’s a prequel fan and so am I, hence why Queen’s Shadow is so high on the list. E.K. Johnston pays homage to our favorite queen and badass senator Padme Amidala. There’s politics, there’s solidarity between female characters, and Bail Organa is in it so you KNOW I simply must give it a high rating. All jokes aside, I thought the story added lots of little details to the world of Star Wars without it being all stereotypical sci-fi nerdy language. You know how people want to describe something beyond our technological capabilities so they throw a bunch of nonsense together like “pre-praxis crystal bio-anode circuitry”? I’m looking at you, Karen Miller, I love you but please. There is none of that in this book. It makes sense, it adds color and culture and life to the worlds of Star Wars. Most of all, it devotes time and love to developing Padme outside of her place in canon as Anakin’s wife, Queen of Naboo, and Senator. She is all of these things, but she’s human too. I do agree that the pacing is slow, but it’s something meant to be savored, I think. E.K. Johnston really shines when she’s writing dialogue because she gets these characters. That’s something to appreciate, because not all canon books agree with the way we’ve perceived the characters as an audience.

8. Rogue Planet chewed me up, spit me out, and declared me an even bigger stan for The Team. People who say Qui-Gon would have been a better master for Anakin can ~get out~ because I could read about these two hooligans getting neck deep in space shenanigans all damn day. Anakin is like twelve, which is a time in his training that we don’t get a lot of in canon. Personally, I think it was equal parts heartwarming and funny to read about their adventures. There is some angst sprinkled in there because hey, we’re reading about Anakin here, let’s not forget the emotional trainwreck that is Anakin Skywalker. The duo is sent to a planet that makes super fast ships that are ?sentient? or at least biologically active. They bond with the pilot, which makes Anakin perfect for this mission. There’s a scene where these little floof things attach all over tiny Anakin because he’s so strong in the Force and it’s god damn adorable how dare he?? I’d probably rate this one even higher if I read it again, but it’s been awhile. Characterization is spot on and reminiscent of Matthew Stover’s writing in how it highlights the strong bond between Obi-Wan and Anakin, how they’re fated to know each other. I’m a sucker for soulmates, what can I say?

9. Lost Stars reads like a movie. Not a script, but just the perfect amount of detail that you can imagine the scenes but the pacing is still quick, the dialogue smooth and natural. I couldn’t help wishing this was a film because the story was so all-encompassing. The highs and lows of the emotions of both protagonists, their relationship developing, the differences in culture. Folks, this book has it all! It’s a totally different perspective on the events of the original trilogy, seen from the side of Imperial cadets training to become pilots. Eventually, one splits off and joins the Rebellion while the other perseveres in the Empire. It’s like star-crossed lovers, but covers so much more ground than that. And the characters are fully developed. These original characters knocked my socks off, and that’s hard to do since I’m usually an Obi-Wan stan through and through. For anyone uncertain of reading Star Wars novels, this book is a great place to start. Action-packed, emotion-filled, and stands on its own despite weaving perfectly into the established universe. What more could you want?

10. Back at it again with the prequel shit, amiright? Queen’s Peril is E.K. Johnston’s most recent Padme-centric novel and it does not disappoint fans that wanted a taste of the Queen’s side of the story. Set during the events of The Phantom Menace, we get a “behind the curtain” look at how all of the handmaidens came to be more than their title suggests. There’s teenage girls getting stuff done! It makes more sense why Padme was elected ruler of her home-world, and you come to appreciate that a royal leader is not alone; there’s actually a whole team at her side to help her overcome everything from the drudgery of daily governing to Trade Federation blockades that threaten to starve her people. I think if you enjoyed Queen’s Shadow, you’ll enjoy this book a lot. For those that are unfamiliar with Johnston’s work, I wouldn’t recommend this one first because it does cover events you’ve already seen in movies and therefore is a less suspenseful companion to them. On the other hand, because it does tie in with TPM, it doesn’t suffer from the pacing issues of Queen’s Shadow to the same degree. I read this all in one sitting, so it’s definitely fun, but wasn’t compelling enough in its character development to elevate the book past some of the others I’ve listed already.

11. Thrawn: Treason was a refreshing return to the Grand Admiral we all know and love after the second installment in this series slowed things down a bit. Although it wasn’t as character-driven as the first book (which I love with all of my heart), there were still many moments that had me cackling at the disparity between Thrawn’s immense intellect and the other Imperials’ sheer stupidity, and that’s what we’re here for in a book about the Empire, right? There’s a lot of pressure on Thrawn, as his TIE Defender project has been pitted against Director Krennic’s Project Stardust. Who will get the funds? We just don’t know?? Tarkin sits in between the two and as usual, manipulates everything to his advantage. Palpatine questions Thrawn’s allegiance to the Empire after some of the choices he has made, leaving him in even more of a pickle. Thrawn is sent on a wild goose chase task that should definitely end in failure (on purpose because Imperials all want to watch each other burn as much as they want to watch the Rebellion burn), but you know Thrawn will find a way. My main squeeze Eli Vanto makes his return after being absent from book 2. Missed you, my sweet sweet country boy. He doesn’t have a leading role in this novel, but every scene he’s in makes the story better. Thrawn says “perhaps” way too often for my taste, but if you can ignore that, this book is a solid read. Equal parts action and deductive reasoning, as any Thrawn book should be.

12. Most of Dark Disciple had me thinking this was going to be a top tier book, and damn do I wish we could have gotten this animated. We follow Quinlan Vos and Asajj Ventress on a mission to assassinate Count Dooku. Why the Jedi thought this was a good idea, I don’t know. But I’m here for it all the same. 3/4 of the adventure were intriguing, but the ending didn’t do it for me. I won’t spoil things for anyone who hasn’t read this yet, but after all of the character development, to have it squandered so quickly just left me disappointed? I got really attached to everyone in this novel, and I’m sure you will to. I’ve read this and listened to it as an audiobook, and actually I think it’s more memorable as an audiobook. Would recommend, except for Mace Windu’s voice being exceptionally southern for no reason. Weird. I think this novel captures all of the great things about The Clone Wars show; time to really get to know each character and their motivations, action and adventure with the darkness of impending doom tinting everything, and lightsaber fights! Plus, Obi-Wan and Anakin make appearances in this book and it just adds that extra bit of spice. Worth the read, even if you know they aren’t going to get Dooku in the end (which I am still mad about, screw that guy).

Jedi Knight: Passed the Trials but There’s Room for Improvement

13. Few books in the Star Wars universe are centered around characters with no use of the Force, but in Most Wanted, we see a young Han Solo and Qi’ra struggling to survive on Corellia and it provides a humorous but compelling backstory to both characters in the Disney canon. Han is his usual lucky goofball self, and Qi’ra is smart and cunning. You can see how they grew into the versions of themselves in Solo. While the book stays on the lighter side of things (typical of stories written for a younger audience), there are still moments of depth on droid rights, viewing the Force as a religion, and what life is like in a crime syndicate. Addressing these heavier topics without it killing the pace of the story is hard to do, but Rae Carson pulls it off flawlessly. I went into this book with no expectations and was pleasantly surprised by how much fun I had. Han and Qi’ra start off as competitors, but eventually have to learn to work together to survive as more and more people start hunting them down. They’re honestly so cute together, I loved their dynamic. It makes Solo a better movie, and although I liked it on its own, characters like Qi’ra needed a little more time to get to know, which you can get here!

14. Thrawn Alliances was not what I expected at all, and it took me a lot longer to get through. Hell, it has Thrawn, Anakin/Vader, and Padme in it! What’s not to love? Apparently, a lot. The different timepoints and perspectives in this were more jarring than anything else. Although the interactions between Thrawn and Anakin/Vader were enjoyable, it was not enough to elevate this book into the Jedi Master tier. Things felt dry, the characters didn’t grip me like in the first Thrawn, and it all felt like a ploy to introduce Batuu into canon before the launch of Galaxy’s Edge.

15. Leia: Princess of Alderaan was a dive into young Leia’s life before we see her in A New Hope even though this was marketed as a journey to The Last Jedi book, which I disagree with. We really haven’t seen any content about Leia in this time period before, and although I can’t say I was looking for this, I did enjoy it. The book was a little long, but there was adventure and the seeds are planted for Leia to be a bigger part of the Rebellion. The romance wasn’t too memorable, but Holdo wasn’t pointless in this (a stark contrast to her brief appearance in TLJ just to sacrifice herself). There’s a hint about Leia being Force-sensitive but it’s not in-your-face. It’s a typical coming-of-age story but in the gffa. The best part about this is seeing Bail and Breha as parents. I’m forever in pain that we didn’t get to see more of this in movies because it’s so so sweet. Leia must choose what kind of person she is going to be--and what kind of princess she will become. It won’t be for everyone, but I liked it.

16. Master and Apprentice was a typical Star Wars novel, which means it’s full of original characters that are strange and outlandish to serve the plot, a new world full of beautiful landscapes, and Obi-Wan suffering. I want to make it clear that this book is 80% Qui-Gon, 10% Rael Averross, and 10% Obi-Wan. I was expecting it to be 50% Qui-Gon, 50% Obi-Wan, as the cover suggested. Although I was disappointed by that, the story overall was okay. Qui-Gon is kind of an asshole in this? When is he not, though. We really get to sink our teeth into the way he and Obi-Wan fundamentally disagree with each other, so much so that their teacher-student relationship is falling apart. Tragic! They go on one last mission before calling it quits. Qui-Gon is in over his head with prophecies, Obi-Wan just wants to follow the rules, and Rael Averross is Dooku’s previous apprentice that is living his best life as a regent until Pijal’s princess comes of age. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a solid book. I just don’t vibe with Qui-Gon and want to whack him upside the head every time he avoids confrontation with his own student. My protectiveness for Obi-Wan is showing again, isn’t it? Yikes.

17. James Luceno is one of the most analytical authors I’ve ever read anything from, but it seems to always work? Tarkin is all about...well, Moff Tarkin. He’s ruthless, intelligent, and just downright evil. His backstory was compelling and I found myself drawn into the story by the details, although it is dense and took awhile to finish. I’m not interested in him as a character, but despite that, I enjoyed this story. The plot wasn’t memorable enough for me to recall after 3 years, but it’s similar to how Thrawn rose through the ranks of the Navy, just in a different part of the Empire’s governing body. We don’t get many books completely focused on a villain (I don’t count Vader ones because we know who he was before and the whole damn saga is about him), but this one is good! Don’t be fooled by it only being in the Knight tier. I think people who read a lot of sci-fi will like this book a lot. This is like the opposite of Queen’s Shadow, basically. If you had gripes about that book, you might like this one instead.

18. Battlefront II: Inferno Squad was a worthwhile read for anyone who played Battlefront II. Iden Versio is a great protagonist in the game, and I think Christie Golden totally gets her character. She’s nuanced and relatable. The whole team is interesting and getting introduced to each member before the events of the game makes everything mean more. That’s the real goal of any prequel story, I think. Accomplished! The action scenes are on point, the plot served to highlight what makes Inferno Squad special, and you get a sense for the morally grey area anyone must function in as an operative for the Empire. Although not necessary for the greater canon, it’s a great adventure. Iden and her squad members infiltrate the remains of Saw Gerrara’s group (they’ve become a bit of extremist) and destroy them from the inside. It’s got the suspense of a spy thriller and all of the nerdy space opera elements you expect from Star Wars. Although it’s weird to jump into a story not knowing any of the characters, you’ll get attached to Inferno Squad fast. Well, except for Gideon Hask maybe. He’s kind of a dick.

19. If you’re craving some Dark Side action, Lords of the Sith will give you what you’re looking for. Sidious and Vader crash-land on Ryloth and have to work together to survive, and also defeat the Free Ryloth Movement led by Cham Syndulla. It’s all fucking connected, guys. I love when people weave together stories that fit into the canon timeline like this, bringing in side characters and allowing them to develop some depth. And a chance to sink into the mind of a Sith Lord is always fun, if you’re in the mood to read about destruction and anger. It’s cathartic sometimes. If you’re always wondering, why didn’t Vader just stab Palps when he had the chance, this book explains their dynamic more. It didn’t really change my opinion of any of the characters, which is why it’s not higher on the list.

20. Catalyst suffered from being in a really boring part of galactic history. Despite that, Galen Erso and Orson Krennic have a hilarious relationship that I would have loved to see on-screen. This book really develops Krennic to become more than just the whiny entitled evil man we saw in Rogue One. He’s ten times worse now! But I mean that in the best way, I laugh whenever he’s in a scene, that sassy man just brings me joy. James Luceno is at it again, making things as detailed and dry as possible. I read so many of his stories right at the beginning of my journey through Star Wars canon and it’s a wonder I didn’t quit. Some of them are dark as fuck. And also slow as hell. With this one, I think it all comes down to what you want out of a Star Wars novel. Some people will really enjoy the plot. I think seeing how Galen became a part of Project Stardust was interesting and every time something about the Death Star became more clear, I screeched because I knew what it would eventually become. This book may not hold your interest though, which is why I put it lower on this list.

21. Star Wars: Clone Wars was a decent retelling of the Clone Wars movie. I liked it because I liked the movie, but you have to be able to sit back and enjoy the ride, not thinking too much about the silly parts. For that reason, it’s pretty far down in the rankings. Ahsoka is young and liable to get on your nerves. I certainly wasn’t her biggest fan at this point in the series. The biggest problem is that Karen Traviss is very anti-Jedi. Some authors for Star Wars tend to do this? To me, it’s weird. I didn’t notice it too much because it was one of the first Star Wars books I read, but it contrasts starkly with the truth of the prequel trilogy and some of the other entries in the Clone Wars Novel timeline, like Karen Miller’s books. Needless to say, although this book wasn’t super memorable aside from the familiar plot, it kept me reading Star Wars books, and so it is at least an average book. Plus, any content with Anakin and the clones is worth it for me. I love them.

22. A New Hope was good, for Alan Dean Foster. I’m not a fan, I’ll be honest. But this novelization stands on it’s own. I’m going to have to do a re-read to really go in depth on why this isn’t farther up on the tier list, but the movie is always going to be better to me. If you want to re-live the great beginning of the Original Trilogy, it’s worth your time. I mean, the story is full of adventure and mystery and lovable characters. What’s not to love? I just feel like the movie really elevates the narrative with a great score and fun character design/costumes/sets.

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23. Attack of the Clones was more entertaining than The Phantom Menace because the characters are in funnier situations. Obi-Wan and Anakin chasing Zam Wesell through the levels of Coruscant? Hilarious, just like the movie. Anakin and Padme falling in love as they spend time together? Holy fuck it’s so much better than the movie. Please read it for that alone. Outside of that, the writing style didn’t really impress me. And my experience with it wasn’t super memorable. There was potential to really make the inner dialogue of these characters impactful, to really develop the story of Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Padme beyond what we could get from the movie scenes alone. I didn’t think it went above and beyond there. Not a bad story at all, but you don’t get to look at Hayden Christensen, Natalie Portman, or Ewan McGregor the whole time either, so therefore I must rank it lower. So many beautiful people in that movie, holy shit. You can understand my, dilemma, yes?

24. I enjoyed parts of The Phantom Menace book, like deleted scenes with Anakin living on Tatooine before Qui-Gon and Padme meet him. The additional depth is lovely, but I think a story like Queen’s Peril adds more to TPM than this book does. The story overall is still fun. I love this movie so much, it’s hard for me to be critical. I did put a lot of post-it flags in my copy, so it does develop the characters and get you thinking beyond your expectations from the movie. What more could you ask for from a movie novelization? I’d say not much, if I hadn’t read Revenge of the Sith and had my fucking mind blown. In comparison to that, this one is just okay.

25. The Last Jedi novelization wasn’t bad, necessarily. It tried its best to bring this story up to par with some of the interesting novels that don’t have movie counterparts. But still, the plot suffers because of how this movie was made. It’s very focused on Rey and Kylo, and Finn’s little adventure with Rose seems pointless in the grand scheme of things. I’d rather read this again versus watching the film, but that’s all I’ll say on this because I’m trying to keep my opinions on this movie to myself to avoid digging up old arguments. Jason Fry did well, and of the two Sequel Trilogy books I’ve read, I would recommend this one over Ep. 7.

26. The Force Awakens falls short and I think it’s because of Alan Dean Foster’s writing style on this one? It didn’t really expand on anything from the movie, while taking away the beautiful music and visuals. This novel is the antithesis of Revenge of the Sith’s novelization, and for that reason I ranked it fairly low. I wouldn’t read this one unless you really really love the Sequel Trilogy.

27. To be fair, I read the new Thrawn book before I went back and read this one. Even so, Heir to the Empire didn’t impress me at all. Thrawn didn’t seem like a thrilling villain with lots of depth like he did in Timothy Zahn’s reimagined Thrawn novel. We barely saw him. A lot of time was spent on the Original Triology’s trio, which waasn’t bad. I thought Luke, Leia, and Han were all written fairly well. The latter part of the story was redeemed by the interactions between Mara Jade and Luke, for sure. Enemies to lovers, anyone?? Without Thrawn, this book would have been an entertaining story, but for all of the praise it has received from long-time Star Wars fans, I was expecting to be blown away and I wasn’t. Maybe I have to continue the triology to figure out what all of the fuss is about, but after this one, I’m not super motivated to read more. Change my mind?

28. Cloak of Deception really shines when you’re following Palpatine’s perspective because you can feel the undercurrents of his master plan to destroy the Republic underneath his calm persona as a Senator. Other than that, it’s a forgettable plot. This is all about galactic politics and some terrorist group trying to blow up some government officials. Basically the most boring parts of the prequel trilogy. I listened to the audiobook of this at the beginning of this year and I already forget what it’s about. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan should have been able to bring some humor and energy to get you rooting for the good guys, but there was barely any of that. I was disappointed in all of the characters. Everything felt distant, removed from the heart of the characters. Some people in reviews have argued that the events of The Phantom Menace really pinned this novel in a corner because you already know what happens, but I disagree, because we know how Revenge of the Sith goes and The Clone Wars show is that much more tragic and heartbreakingly beautiful because of it. Prequels can be done right. This ain’t it, Luceno. Sorry.

29. Star Wars: The Old Republic, Fatal Alliance needs to go home and rethink it’s life. I’m a huge fan of the Old Republic and I’ve put like 200 hours of my life into playing that game, so I was hoping for some fun content in this part of the timeline. Sadly, this book captured the worst parts of the game, like the fact that there’s way too many factions at war with each other. Jedi, Sith, Empire, Republic, Mandalorians. They’re all here. They’re all ready to throw down. And I’m tired. As with many of the books in this lower tier, I felt there wasn’t enough description of the world or the people in the story. We’re in the gffa, be a little weird and wacky. Be big and bold! Make things terrifying, or beautiful, or both. But give my mind something to work with. The number of characters made the plot messier than it could have been, and it definitely isn’t worth the read. I can’t speak for all Old Republic books, but this one didn’t impress me.

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30. So underwhelming, you might as well just read the first half and then stop. Last Shot is absolutely terrible, except for Lando Calrissian’s characterization, which was spot-on. If the whole story had been from his perspective, I probably would have a much difference opinion on the novel as a whole. Sadly, this is not the case. Han was boring, he bottled up his emotions, and seemed drastically different from the badass he was in the original trilogy. There are different timepoints in this novel, and in all of them, Han is unrecognizable. Don’t nerf one of your main characters like that. Daniel Jose Older and I might just not get along. I thought his writing style didn’t fit Star Wars at all. It was like breaking the fourth wall, totally pulling me out of the story constantly. Also, there were little to no descriptions of body language, locations, or movement. It left me feeling disoriented the whole time I was reading. I thought one of the most interesting things would have been seeing Han, Leia, and baby Ben being a family at this point in time, but Han’s family was there as a prop, nothing more. There was a big bad item that was going to cause galactic destruction and our heroes had to go save the day. There was barely any tension and no one lost an arm so I’m pretty pissed off. Is it Star Wars if no one gets their appendage removed? I can’t tell you how much I disliked this book. Which is sad because I was hoping to enjoy it. I like Han. I like Lando. I like space adventures. I’m not that hard to please, or at least I don’t think so.

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