#but no one will ever top him at his height- no one ever as authentic

[missvelvetsstuff]

No Benefits

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter

Summary: Reader and Bucky are best friends until a drunken hook up. Bucky wants a friends with benefits situation because he doesn't feel ready for a relationship but reader knows that will lead to a broken heart.

Then Sharon Carter comes to work with them.

Notes: Steve and Tony are around but retired, everything else is mostly canon

Chapter Notes: I'm really nervous with the direction my muse has taken with this story. I hope I can pull it off. LMK what you think, please.

Previous chapter:

"Cookie!" Bucky roared as he came striding up to her office "What the Hell is this bullshit?"

Chapter 3

Warnings: Swearing, angst, Bucky's a jerk, Sharon Carter sucks

Cookie looked at Bucky with a deep exhaustion caused by researching all night and early morning briefings with the top agents to figure out what to do with Sharon while Bucky was her guard dog. Maria was ready to tear into him. Cookie cleared her throat to gain Maria's attention then made a small shake of her head to ask her to back down, Cookie knew she could handle Bucky by herself.

Maria nodded and left to sit in her office across the hall, leaving the door open just in case.

Cookie straightened her shoulders and sighed "How can I help you Sargent Barnes?"

Bucky glared at her breathing heavily "You know damn well how you can help me. Who the fuck do you think you are making accusations at Sharon like this?" He waved the report in her face until she grabbed it and tore it from his hands.

Holding the partially torn report Cookie stood up to her full height, her heels bringing her eye level with Bucky. She stared at him in his cold blue eyes to show him she wasn't intimidated by him, then walked around her desk to close the door "I don't think it's wise to leave the door open while we discuss top secret intelligence."

She returned to her chair "Please have a seat Sargent." took a deep breath and spoke calmly

"I think, no I'm damn sure I'm the lead east coast Intel analyst who was hand picked from Quantico by Nick Fury while you were still on ice with Hydra, who kept our intel operation running during the Blip while Nick Fury, Maria Hill and....hhmm, oh that's right, You, were all dust in the wind. None of my conclusions were specious and I followed the facts, without prejudice, as my job requires. This has less than nothing to do with your personal, ahem, entanglements. There's solid evidence to back up every claim."

Bucky shook his head "Bullshit. You've been acting put out since I rejected you and found a way to hurt me back. You obviously faked the proof. You better fucking retract this garbage and clear Sharon's name."

Cookie scoffed and shook her head "No Barnes. You're the one who lied to me and decided on your own to end our friendship but this has nothing to do with that." she turned away before he could respond and went into the filing cabinet behind her desk, pulling a thick folder from the top drawer then dropping it heavily on the desk.

"Here is all of the evidence that I have been compiling on the Power Broker since they showed on our radar during the Blip, and spent most of the night organizing. The pictures and the stack with a red paper clip all came in the mail from Latvia a few days ago, the envelope is attached, and was opened in front of Fury and Hill. The night before we received them I was on the phone with my top informant, the one who sent that package, who tried to tell me something about the power broker but was killed while on the phone. Before disconnecting a woman's voice told me to back off of the power broker or I'd be next." She played the recording of that call and others from the same informant.

Bucky shook his head "You've been doing this long enough, you could have made authentic looking evidence. Especially with all the AI stuff. Or had someone do it."

Cookie looked at him like he'd grown another head "Are you serious Barnes? You think I would ever intentionally risk the reputation and career that I've worked my ass off for my entire adult life, over a broken heart? You think that I would ruin someones life and risk legal repercussions on myself over a man? You know what this job means to me and what I've been through to get here."

Bucky hesitated with a pained look on his face and shook his head like he was trying to clear it. There was a voice in the back of his head, telling him this was all wrong but something made him push it down and keep going.

"Well, maybe one of your people is doing it. Are you even sure that informant is dead? Maybe the family is trying to get paid. Or the real power broker is smart enough to lead you to Sharon and you're all too willing to believe the worst because of me."

He paused for a minute "And I heard you call me a liar but I've never lied to you."

Cookie laughed "You sure about that? It's been awhile so I understand if your memory is failing. That morning? The last time you actually acknowledged me outside of work related, yeah you lied to me. Twice actually"

Bucky tried to remember back to that morning, something he tried to avoid because he knew he made one of the worst mistakes of his life. He shook his head to clear the image of her heartbroken face "Yeah I don't know what you're talking about."

Cookie scoffed "Of course you don't, I'm surprised you remembered my name when you came in here. First, you told me you weren't ready for a relationship but you jumped into one with Sharon before her car cooled down" Bucky opened his mouth to protest but she glared at him and he backed down "and second, you told me you loved me and wanted to stay friends but went to ignoring me before my tears dried."

She felt her eyes filling up and cursed "Fuck. You even started leaving the room if I was there. Do you know how it feels to have one of your so called best friends cut you out of their life like you were dog shit on their shoe?" She cleared her throat and wiped her tears.

"I would never frame someone, ever. No matter how I felt about them. Not even you."

Bucky stared at her then winced as though he was in severe pain and dropped his head into his palms before speaking again.

"Well something is going on somewhere because I know, in my gut that Sharon isn't the power broker. There's no way."

He picked his head up and looked at Cookie

"I'm not in a relationship with her, we're just friends. And I didn't lie, I was wrong. I thought I wanted to stay friends with you but I don't, I can't. You're always looking at me and making me feel guilty and I don't deserve that. Plus you've been nasty to Sharon since she got here, don't think she hasn't told me about the horrible comments you make to her."

Cookie laughed "This is the most we've spoken in months, I'm not doing anything to make you feel guilty. That's all on you. But Sharon has you all twisted around because she's the one making nasty comments to me."

Bucky bristled "I don't have anything to feel guilty for. I've done nothing wrong and Sharon wouldn't lie to me."

She shrugged "If you say so, I didn't say anything. Now I've given you the details and shown the evidence. What you do is on you."

Bucky stood up, winced again and shook his head "I don't know if you did it or someone you're working with but I do know someone is trying to frame Sharon and you're going along with it. I'll prove you're wrong, that's what I'm gonna do."

Cookie scoffed "Good luck with that, Barnes"

Bucky put his hands on her desk and leaned into her space, his voice quiet and cold "I'll prove you're doing this because of your jealousy and your job and reputation will be over."

Cookie spat at him "Go fuck yourself Barnes, if you think that poorly of me you obviously never knew me. I have never been anything less than thorough and professional. I guess I should be grateful you panicked and cut me out of your life before I let myself get too attached. Good luck with Carter and get the Hell out of my office."

She sat down and went back to the packets she was finishing.

Bucky stood and stared like he was expecting something to happen before turning around and stalking off to find Sharon.

He woke up in the dark, with Sharon curled into him and looked at his watch. 9pm? Not again, his last memory was yelling at Cookie after breakfast then finding Sharon but nothing after that. He decided he had enough and scheduled an appointment with medical in the morning to see if they could help him figure out why he kept losing time.

Cookie spent the rest of the day in more briefings with senior agents to discuss the Sharon Carter problem and how to negate it. Bucky Barnes attachment to Carter was discussed as well since he had already started causing trouble over the revelations and couldn't be trusted to do the right thing.

When she was asked why they couldn't just arrest Sharon and tranq Bucky if he caused a problem, Cookie told them about her concerns that Sharon had an ally in the intel department that needed to be weeded out before Sharon.

She was back in her office, cleaning up her desk for the day when Sharon Carter herself wandered in, sat down and waited expectantly for Cookie to speak.

"What can I do for you agent Carter? I'm a little busy."

Sharon smirked "I know what you're trying to do and I understand. You're in love with Barnes and he wants me. It sucks and I know you must be hurting but slandering me won't get him back. In fact he ran to me this morning to tell me what you were trying to do and wondering why you wanted to hurt him so bad. I told him I would work it out with you."

Her face turned nasty "So here's how this is gonna work. You are going to stop trying to smear my name and leave Barnes alone, he doesn't need or want you. Think you can handle that?"

Cookie kept her face blank. "I don't need you to tell me how to do my job, agent Carter, so get the Hell out of my office."

Sharon laughed "Don't mess with me Cookie, I'm not the girl you want to play with."

Cookie faked an exaggerated yawn "Sure Carter, I'm scared."

Sharon smirked "It doesn't matter what evidence you have, you know. Barnes won't believe you. You could record me telling you that I'm the power broker and want the Soldat to be my enforcer because that's the truth." She grinned and winked "and show it to him. He won't believe you, he's already mine." She sighed "Of course now that you're on to me I will have to adjust my plans but he will want to go with me, even beg to come to protect me from all of you.

Don't chase us little girl, you won't like what you catch."

Her grin grew to something that would rival the Joker "In fact, go ahead and show him. I know FRIDAY is recording all this so let's go and show him. I want you to see how pointless this all is so you can leave us alone."

Her face hardened "Let's go" she grabbed Cookie by her upper arm and dragged her away from her desk. Cookie tried to fight her but she wasn't great with hand to hand, give her a weapon and she might have a chance but Sharon didn't give her the opportunity to grab anything.

When they arrived at Bucky's room Sharon's face softened before Bucky answered the door.

"Hey doll, you don't have to knock just-" he stopped and frowned when he saw Cookie "What the Hell is going on, Cookie have you been harassing Sharon?"

He looked to Sharon for an explanation.

Sharon was able to squeeze a tear from her eye "I was by her office to talk to Maria and Cookie said she was watching me and knew she could prove that I'm the power broker. Listen to what she said. Friday can you play the audio from my talk in Cookies office a few minutes ago?"

"Of course agent Carter."

A recording started of Sharon and Cookies interaction in her office. Bucky started listening with a passive face but he grew angrier with everything Sharon said.

Cookie felt hopeful that he would finally see the truth about Sharon but he aimed his ire at her.

"Seriously Cookie? You just can't let it go can you? Sharon hasn't done anything except make me happy and it's killing you. Like I'm some prize to be won. I never thought you would compromise yourself like this but maybe I'll have a talk with Fury and Hill about your obsession with me."

Cookie just stared at him, trying to figure out what the Hell he was talking about. They both heard Sharon say she was the power broker but he still didn't believe it. "Are you listening to the same audio I am Barnes? She said right there shes the power broker and wants the Winter Soldier to be her enforcer."

Bucky glared at her "Jesus Cookie, that's not even close to what she said. Maybe you need to take a vacation because you're losing it."

He looked her up and down "Honestly you look like shit. When did you stop taking care of yourself? I definitely wouldn't have slept with you if you looked like this."

Sharon just stood next to Bucky grinning like a JackAss at Cookie. "I told you Cookie, he's mine so let it go."

Cookie took a breath then turned and walked away without another word. Sharon must have found some way to brainwash him again and Cookie knew there was nothing she could do right now except notify Fury and Hill that Bucky was under Sharon's control so they could work on getting him back. They scheduled a meeting for first thing the next morning at 5am.

Cookie was woken up by her phone ringing at 3am after just falling asleep. It was Sam, Bucky and Sharon were gone, Stark phones and tracking devices left sitting on the desk in his quarters.

The Power Broker and The Winter Soldier, in the wind.

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[thetwotorches]

「ああ…こぼれ落ちる涙はお別れの言葉

何も聞かず、ただ僕の胸に手を当て微笑みを浮かべ

君の頬に口づけを…僕は君を忘れない もっと強く抱き締めて僕が空に帰るまでー 君の細く透き通る声が僕を離さない もっと強く抱き締めて僕が消えないように…

僕が消えないように…」

#gackt #malice mizer #le ciel #le ciel live #mood #my gifs #his face tears my heart out in this moment especially the brow raise at the end #those eyes #gackt is the OG pretty boy who so many male artists whether they know it or not model themselves after #huge massive gigantic influence #but no one will ever top him at his height- no one ever as authentic #i have a lot of feels about this man #one of my greatest moments is the time where I am 90% sure I saw him walking on his own somewhere in higashi-ueno #deer in headlights moment I seized up— that’s how you know #i had to rush back to my place and double check with current photos and folks who keep up with him and everything checked out #like an hour later after pulling myself together I went back out and retraced the direction I watched him go #ends up there was a sony office around the corner- I bet that was it #it was like passing a god in a narrow hallway- completely shook I was in shock #but I didn’t want to bother him because I was brought up better than that around talent #but man…..if I ever get a second chance I might say fuck it

[willyoubemycherryy]

𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲@luvlydeja 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐢𝐭🤭...

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 2020 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒 “𝐷𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑒“ 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑢𝑚 𝑇𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑏𝑣𝑖, 𝑠𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 ♡︎ (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

❧𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬➬ this is absolutely nasty like I’m shocked at myself lmao, oof um let’s see, detailed kissing, hair pulling, flirting, google translate Italian, shorty gets positively pounded, flirting, teasing, unprotected s3x, manhandling, this is what happens in the hands of the h0rny and untrained😭🫵, lots of orgasms and consensual fun throughout ^^ 18+ MINORS GET OFF OF MY LAWN

“𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒍...“

࣪𖤐๋࣭ ໒꒱✧. • 𐙚˙⋆.˚. .

Since he’d be staying in Italy for a while, or at least until he got all the interview material he needed, his first act of business would be to learn the language.

True, he could get a translator but it would be more authentic for him to learn since he’d be the one speaking and asking the questions.

Naturally, Gregory decided that a native speaker would be able teach him best.

Enter you.

He had walked into the convenience store you part timed at and instantly forgot what he was there for when he saw you. The prettiest thing in a sundress he’s ever seen, soft skin glowing with a slight sheen from the heat, your alluring features making his heart race faster the longer he looked at you.

You were talking to a customer in Italian, smiling and nodding in agreement before sharing a laugh with them. Gregory swore he’s never heard the sound warm spun silk but now he can say he officially has.

The words from your beautiful mouth flowed so effortlessly that he knew you would be perfect for him.

The old man who you were talking to was a regular, stopping by every Wednesday to entertain you with stories about his “sweetie baby wife” and how the world won’t stop at losing just their minds, they’re lucky he’s not in charge before buying some cigars and leaving with a lazy wave and wink.

Giggling, you wave back, shouting out after him.

“Vacci piano, ragazzo duro~!”

Smiling to yourself, you look from the door to the newspaper shelf only to lock eyes with a tall foreigner.

The first thing you notice besides his height was that he was insanely good looking. Rugged wasn’t quite the right way to describe his features because while they were sharp, he was just too pretty for that. Biting your lip, you noticed he was broad too; barrel wide chest and thick arms, you don’t think you’ve ever seen someone as classically handsome as him.

You’re so busy ogling him that when he’s suddenly standing in front of you, you startle but regain your wit quickly. Deciding to talk first, but in English.

“What’ll it be boss man?” Flicking your eyebrow up with a playful smile as you lean forward behind the register.

Gregory’s blood rushes south at the way your accented voice addresses him with a flirty look in your big almond eyes. Inhaling sharply he can’t help but smirk back at you.

“I’m looking for a translator since I don’t know much of the language here”, he says.

Goddamn his voice was deep.

Nodding your head to play off how flustered he had you, you get an idea.

Hot guy who needed help learning a language that you just so happen to speak AND moan?

You’re in.

While you’re thinking, Gregory looks you over with all kinds of filth running through his head.

You’d look so good whining naked on top of him.

He could live between your thighs.

What would you sound like when he’s stretching you out and fucking you dumb?

He’s snapped out of his thoughts by the clearing of your throat.

“Well most translators overcharge but since I’m so sweet and if you want, I wouldn’t mind helping you out…?” Realizing you don’t know his name, he rushes to give it to you.

“Gregory.”

“Right. Maybe I could help you out, Gregory…what do you think?” Letting your tone go from intrigued to lilting as you tilt your head to the side, looking at him through your lashes.

You were an absolute dream to him.

Stepping closer to you, he leans down to your face; propped up on his elbows near your own on the register and looks down at you with lidded blue eyes before smiling roguishly.

“I would absolutely love that.”

And just like that the learning process began.

You had taught him things like conversation and structure, how and what to call everyone, transitions and connectors, extensive words, places, and even the slang. Learning from you was hard but the difficulty had less to do with the language and more about how badly he needed to make you cum.

There was always this underlying tension between you two since the moment you met; subtle at first but the steady pent up attraction had it leaking into a more than intense desire.

Constant touches, flirtatious looks, innuendos so obvious that they bordered on invitations then came the teasing.

Whispering in his hear the correct way to say something when he didn’t quite get it right, biting your plump lips when you’d smile at him, but the worst, was the way you’d say his name. Rolling the ‘r’ so sexily that more often than not, it had blood rushing straight to his cock.

Moments like now.

“See? Sei un talento naturale, Gregory. Very good”, you say. Praising him sweetly. You were flirting, have been for a while now and you made sure he knew.

But with the way he reacts to you? The undivided attention, the way he’d strip you with his eyes alone, licking his lips and nodding when he focused hard on what you would say, the lingering hugs and wandering hands, not to mention how close his face sometimes got to yours…

It was only a matter of time.

“No~. Questo è tutto tu, bebé.” The low timbre of his voice makes you break out in goosebumps as heat licks up your spine.

“Yeah? It’s all me?”

“Mhmm.”

“How do I know though?”

“Come vuoi che ti insegni?” (How do you want me to teach you?)

Oof. That’ll make your pussy throb-

“THAT, dipende dal tuo stile..” With that it’s now or never as the air becomes thick with tension.

“That’s fine. Mines is ‘hands on’.

And in one smooth motion, Gregory yanks you into his lap, slotting his mouth over yours in a deep kiss.

He fits his hands around your hips as he completely devours you, one hand moving to slide into your hair, tilting your head so he can deepen the kiss, the suction of his lips and yours soon give to him nipping your bottom lip before sucking on it to soothe the sting.

It’s so hot it makes you ache as heat soaks into your body and you moan desperately into his mouth. Gregory grips your hair tighter as he pulls it back to look at how pretty you look wanting and seals his mouth over yours again, swallowing your moans in the process.

Your cunt throbs as you hear him groan when he begins to sloppily lick into your mouth, his big tongue pressing against yours, rubbing his cool taste all over your pallet while you twitch and whimper in his strong grasp.

Sloppy wet kissing sounds along with your whimpers fill the room. The sounds would have made you embarrassed but you want him too bad and the way your tongues lazily swirled around each other’s, making more heat pool in your belly then drip down soaking your panties, made you forget about it.

Gregory groans into your mouth again before kissing you even hungrier to the point where you feel him in your throat as your eyes water in pleasure. You were starting need air but you don’t want it, not more than you want him.

He eventually pulls away and you gasp once your airway is free. The sudden influx of oxygen makes you dizzy as your clit throbs and you whine at him, begging with your teary glazed eyes for more.

Your whole body felt hot. The sensations were almost too good as you grind down on his fat length, moaning at the friction against your swollen clit while you unbuttoned Gregory’s shirt; becoming more desperate when you saw his happy-trail.

He pulls you back to his lips in another obscene kiss while you take his cock out, too desperate to take his pants off completely.

You freeze when you feel how big he is, eyes glazing over as you look down with a weak “oh.”

Gregory swears under his breath at your reaction, making a mental note to make you scream before kissing your ear.

“Sì? Babygirl likes seeing such a fat cock hmm?” He coos, making you gasp at his vulgarity.

“O-okay, if you don’t fuck me right now-“, was all you managed to get out before he lifted you to switch positions, you on your back before thrusting into your sopping cunt.

Your mouth drops open in a sharp moan at the stretch, the pressure almost killing you as you gasp and jerk underneath him. Determined not to cum so fast and make it last, but Gregory isn’t doing much better.

You looked so delicious under him, your back arched in pleasure as you cried out for him as he battered your sweet spots, warm and snug pussy drooling around his cock.

“Hnn - nnnnngghhhh!” The vulgar, borderline animalistic sound eventually forces its way through your gritted teeth when he finishes sliding home some moments later, your eyes rolling straight into the back of your head while your stuffed cunt sensitively flutters around the intrusion. He feels massive inside you. Not particularly long, but sufficiently wide enough to make it seem like he had you stretched right to the breaking point. It was simply too much, and your head lolls back in doped out bliss.

Fervently, your arms circle around his neck as he hunches over you so he can brace his hands on either side of your head, groaning as he moves his hips back before slamming them back in, setting a punishing pace as he fucks you.

You’re already toeing the line of a soul shattering orgasm just from having his cock bullied into you a second time, you toss your head back to peer up at him as if in a daze.

The whorish sounds coming from your throat drive Gregory crazy as he feels himself slip with how mind-tinglingly good you feel.

In a matter of moments he seems to be knocking that tender spot inside of you with near expert precision and you can’t quite catch your breath between helplessly bleating out in wordless ecstasy.

“Fuck, you’re so tight on me mami…wet little pussy..! Gonna cum all in you, stuff you full”.

You seize so suddenly it catches you off guard, so rattled at hearing that come out of his mouth that you clamp down on him, hard. You black out while your cunt is sent into a heated pulsing frenzy, wildly squeezing down on his cock so violently that it brings tears to your eyes. Tossing your head back again, you scream for him as you shake weakly through your mind numbing orgasm that you almost miss the moment your cunt erupts, spraying his front in arousal.

You screw your eyes shut with a keening shriek when a second spurt shoots out of you to further soak him but even then he doesn’t let up on the steady push and pull of his heavy girth along your palpitating cunt. Groaning into your mouth as he cums into your soaking heat, hissing through the waves of overstimulation. With no other option, you lie there and take it, your head a mess of static white noise that doesn’t clear up even when you finally start to come down from the high some moments later.

Boneless underneath him, you’re distantly aware of your shared release running down the sides of his cock in warm rivulets where he’s still wedged inside of you but you’re too drunk on satisfaction to care, kissing back weakly as he slips out.

No matter how hard you fight it, sleep overtakes you but one thing is for sure….

You can’t wait to teach him more♡︎. . .

#callum turner #callum turner x reader #callum turner smut #divine 2020 #divine movie #Gregory x reader #callum turner fanfiction #masters of the air #mota #smut #fluff #x reader #d!ck is a mission and I’m on it🫡 #permission to cook? #permission was granted🫡

[blood-sucking-freaks]

Texas Chainsaw Massacre Facts

TCM is one of my favorite movies so here's some facts :)

-Bubba's real name is not known. Neither is Nubbins. But, at one point Drayton calls Bubba 'Junior', so we know he's either named after Grandpa Sawyer or their late/absentee father, though as neither are named, Bubba's name was never revealed.

-Gunnar Hansen wanted Bubba to be able to speak broken sentences, but the idea was shut down by Tobe Hooper

-Was originally supposed to be titles 'Head Cheese'. The title was later changed to 'Leatherface'. A week before filming was supposed to begin the title was finally changed to 'The Texas Chainsaw Massacre'.

-The dinner scene was shot in one day. It took 27 hours. It was so hot that the meat was rotting, so between the heat and the smell, cast and crew members were running out of the house every few minutes to throw up. It was filmed in one day because John Dugan, Grandpa Sawyer's actor, refused to sit through the 10 hour makeup process more than once, so all of the scenes with Grandpa had to be filmed at once.

-Most cast and crew, especially Gunnar, didn't like Paul Partain, Franklin's actor, as he stayed in character during the entire process of filming. When the two met again after filming and Gunnar realized that Paul was simply method acting they became close friends up until Paul's death.

-Gunnar was avoided by most people during filming. The cast of Bubba's victims avoided him because they didn't want to be around their killer. Gunnar wasn't allowed to take off his wool costume, so the heavy clothing and the Texan summer heat resulted in him being very smelly.

-Marilyn Burns was really cut during the scene where Grandpa drinks Sally's blood. After multiple takes of the scene, Gunnar got annoyed and secretly took the protective tape off the knife being used and actually cut her to get a more authentic reaction.

-The chainsaw was real and almost hurt several cast and crew members, Gunnar included.

-The armadillo in the beginning of the movie was taxidermized by Tobe Hooper.

-During the time of filming, the 'Sawyer house' was owned and lived in by a family, so the production was only allowed to rent the right section of the house.

-The house is now relocated and restored, and used as a restaurant called the Grand Central Cafe.

-The bones and meat were real, as it was cheaper to rent real human bones and use actual dead animals than to make fake ones.

-Makeup artist Dottie Pearl accidentally injected herself with formaldehyde during the preparations of the dead animals.

-Tobe Hooper got the initial idea for the movie while he was Christmas shopping in the hardware section of a crowded store, when he saw a chainsaw display while thinking of a way to get out of the crowd.

-Edwin Neal, Nubbin's actor, is a Vietnam veteran. When asked how hard filming the movie was, he said that he's rather go back to Vietnam than reshoot the movie. He also said that if he ever saw Tobe Hooper again he might kill him.

-The film was shot mostly in chronological order.

-The last shot filmed was Bubba cutting his leg. Gunnar wore a metal plate over his leg and a piece of meat and a blood bag was placed on top.

-Gunnar's costume had one dyed shirt, so it couldn't be washed during the entire time filming.

-The movie took four weeks of filming every day, though it was only supposed to take two weeks.

-The victim's van belonged to one of the sound recordists, Ted Nicolaou.

-Bubba's teeth were special prosthetics made by Gunnar's dentist.

-At 6'4, Gunnar got multiple slight head injuries due to doorways and other objects. The Leatherface mask limited his peripheral vision severely. Even at his height, he had to wear three inch heels (which makes Bubba canonically 6'7).

-By the last day's shoot, Marilyn Burns' costume was so drenched in blood that it was practically solid. While most of the blood is fake, a lot of it was real, as she got badly cut on branches and undergrowth during the scene where Bubba chases Sally to the gas station,

-During the last night of shooting, the cast got high on pot brownies brought by Dottie Pearl. The brownies had to be hidden when Tobe Hooper's mother visited the set.

-Nubbin's death scene was shot in reverse.

-The narrator for the intro was payed in weed.

-During the scene where Bubba and Nubbins bring Grandpa downstairs, Gunnar kept pushing the rocking chair forwards, sending John falling into Edwin, which left neither party very happy. Gunnar kept doing this until John leaned into his ear and whispered threats.

#the texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre #tcm #bubba sawyer #gunnar hansen #sally hardesty #marilyn burns #edwin neal #nubbins sawyer #grandpa sawyer #drayton sawyer #tcm 1974 #texas chainsaw massacre 1974 #the texas chainsaw massacre 1974 #horror #horror movie #horror movies #slashers #fun facts #behind the scenes

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Wangxian Top Ten Fic Recs

So. I got into MDZS/The Untamed back in February, & I've sort of fallen into a Wangxian black hole from which I am not sure I will ever emerge. Thusly, I've been reading a ton of Wangxian fanfiction lately & have acquired quite a few favorites. Naturally I had to eventually compile a rec list lest I combust with all the barely suppressed love I have for this ship.

Now you lucky people get to reap the benefits of all my hard work because not only have I ranked my top ten, I am also including a bunch of honorable mentions because I'm ridiculous & have no self restraint because I'm such a kind & generous person. Note that the honorable mentions are not ranked & are listed in no particular order.

Fair warning, all of these recs are rated Explicit because I enjoy either a sprinkling or a flood of adult content with my fics. It's far from the focus of many of them, but it's there to varying degrees in each. Also, some of these fics cover some heavy content that may be triggering for some folks, so please do mind the tags & any authors' notes for your own peace of mind.

And with no further adieu, onto the recs!

1. Scars Where They Used to Be by CwythanWind (E, 58,467)

Thoughts: I lost count of how many times I cried in this fic. It was gorgeous in every sense of the word. The characterizations were phenomenal. Wei Ying’s pain was palpable, & the pining was agonizing. Lan Zhan conveying his love through poetry made me sob like a baby twice. The prose was just that beautiful. I can’t recommend this enough. As soon as I finished it I knew it was going to become my favorite Wangxian fic, & nothing has managed to top it yet.

2. Beneath Your Skin by Wrenwolf (E, 147,201)

Thoughts: I was sold on tattoo artist Wei Ying from the word go, haha, but Lan Zhan as an antiques dealer was also surprisingly on point. I go on about characterization a lot in these recs, but I have to tell you that Lan Zhan's here is one of my absolute favorites. I felt like I'd crawled into his skin & was just living there right along with him. And don't get me started on Wei Ying in this fic. I just.. fuck, I cried so much, y'all, & it was incredibly cathartic. Nie Huaisang was my favorite side character in this, & they were an absolute BAMF! You can't go wrong with this one. It's just stunning.

3. Pentimento. by orange_crushed (E, 72,966)

Thoughts: This fic was full of sentiment: regrets, longing, & so, so nostalgic. The love of art was apparent & beautifully on display here, & it added a richness to the whole thing. I cried several times during this from the empathy I had for both Lan Zhan's & Wei Ying's experiences (can you sense a theme with my favorites making me overly emotional? lol). The tone got heavy in places, but it didn't feel graphic or overwhelming at any point for me. The writing was just fantastic, & I've enjoyed a few more of the author's fics since I read this one.

4. i'm gonna drown when you wake up by teenjiism (E, 51,752)

Thoughts: I related to this fic on several levels because both characters are portrayed as neurodivergent in ways that felt very authentic, & I rarely see it done as well as it was here. I have ADHD, & Wei Ying's headspace felt extremely familiar, ha. Lan Zhan & Wei Ying's friendship was so lovely here, too. I adored their easy intimacy & how they were each other's favorite person before Wei Ying even realized he was in love with Lan Zhan. Oh yes, this is another fantastic oblivious Wei Ying/One Brain Cell WWX Strikes Again fic. The pining was perfect, & the overall sweetness of their relationship made this a very floaty/happy reading experience for me, personally.

5. Nothing But Trouble by brooklinegirl (E, 60,318)

Thoughts: Continuing with the theme of One Brain Cell WWX Strikes Again, this was a hilarious & heady fake dating scenario fic. His cluelessness reached new heights in this one, & I about died when he came up with the idea that naturally he & Lan Zhan should practice things like kissing for authenticity's sake. (Oh Wei Ying, you sweet summer child... he kills me; can you tell?) I loved how matter-of-fact Lan Zhan was about the whole thing, too. I laughed a lot during this fic. I even blushed a couple of times, too! Highly enjoyable & a must-read for me.

6. you've ruined my life (by not being mine) by cicer (E, 132,713)

Thoughts: None of the parents in this fic are doing a good job, but hey, they didn't in canon either, in my not-so-humble opinion. It's not what I focused on in the fic, but the tags certainly amused me. I haven't come across many texting fics in MDZS, so this was a pleasant & welcome surprise. The whole fic wasn't done through texting, but their text exchanges were SO CUTE. Lan Zhan texted exactly how I thought he would in this, & it made me laugh every time. The pining was lovely, & when they finally got to see each other in person again in New York I was glued to my computer until I finished the fic. I adored the tone of this one. It was great & just a really fun read.

7. and so my heart beats wildly by lily_winterwood (E, 106,435)

Thoughts: This was one of the most original modern AUs I've seen & featured competitive cultivation that had a Hunger Games meets professional figure-skating competition vibe. It was wild, but it made sense when I read it, I promise. The author was very good at fleshing out their world, & I was fascinated by the concept. Wei Ying once again failed to notice Lan Zhan was in love with him, & his confusion over their interactions never failed to entertain me. I never get tired of their dynamic, y'all, & it was just perfect here. I highly recommend this one.

8. Falling to the Rhythm by Selenay (E, 128,916)

Thoughts: Ever seen So You Think You Can Dance or Strictly Come Dancing? This was basically that but Wangxian! Wei Ying was stunning as a professional dancer being handed a socially awkward, concert violinist Lan Zhan & having to teach him to dance in front of the nation for 12 weeks, & I absolutely loved Lhan Zhan in this. He was precious. The sexual tension during some of the dances was electrifying, & watching them fall in love over the course of the filming of the show was a delight to read.

9. Two Dollar Coffee by marizousbooty (E, 145,286)

Thoughts: I almost fell out of my chair laughing because how do you acquire an accidental sugar daddy?! Well, if you read this fic, you'll find out. One Brain Cell WWX Strikes Again! Yeah, it's one of my favorite AO3 tags, so sue me, lol. The sex was obviously one of the highlights, which I am known to enjoy in a fic (don't judge me, Puritans), but it certainly wasn't the only thing that was well written here. I loved everything about this from beginning to end.

10. things that make it warm by yabakuboi (E, 33,327)

Thoughts: This fic hurt my feelings, not gonna lie. I cried ugly tears at the break up, but I've always had a hard time with reconciliation fics. It was very worth it, however. The way the fic covered their relationship growing & changing over time was very compelling, & a highlight of this for me was Wei Ying's relationship with the Wens, particularly A'Yuan. It was very sweet amongst an ocean of angst, haha. I read this in the span of a couple hours. Just couldn't be torn away. If you're a sucker for angst with a happy ending, then you might want to check this one out.

Honorable Mentions

The Simplest Way Forward by harriet_vane (E, 70,972)

Thoughts: This was so heartwarming I couldn't stop smiling over how adorable it was. Kid fics aren't typically a favorite of mine, but I do enjoy a really good one every now & then. This was one of the best I've read, to be honest. A'Yuan was the sweetest little angel, & he was so cute with Wei Ying spazzing out about every aspect of his care. Lan Zhan being the quiet, responsible source of reason & support was expected but of course always a welcome addition to the mix. Accidental Baby Acquisition isn't a tag I'd seen before, but it's a new favorite when it comes to Wangxian getting to be surprise parents together, haha.

undone (the spreadsheet song) series by spookykingdomstarlight (E, 282,452)

Thoughts: This is a two part series that tells the same story from each love interest’s point of view, a la Rivals by Reiya in the YoI fandom, which is one of my favorites of all time. Similarly, this story is also phenomenally written. I was sucked in immediately & read both fics over the span of like 3 days. I actually read Lan Zhan’s POV fic (the second in the series) in a single day. I was spellbound by the whole thing, couldn’t get enough. I highly recommend this. The characterizations are incredible, & the emotions are so intense I couldn’t help but feel everything right along with each of them as the story progressed.

My only word of caution is that if you have a hard time reading about Wangxian being intimate with people other than each other you might want to skim/skip those sections of the second fic like I had to. The author makes it fairly easy by giving a heads up in the author’s notes at the beginning of each chapter in which that occurs, which I very much appreciated.

Many happy returns. by orange_crushed (E, 25,470)

Thoughts: This fic started with a very serendipitous first meeting between businessman Lan Zhan & Wei Ying, who he mistook for the (non-sexual) escort he'd hired for the evening. I nearly died of mortification right along with poor Lan Zhan when he figured out his mistake. Him confessing this to Wei Ying was painfully awkward & hurt my heart, but fear not! We all know I can't handle a fic without an eventual happy ending, haha. Watching their instant connection develop into something more was such a treat. I loved this fic quite a lot for it being a quicker read for me.

Multiphonics by androkastia (E, 63,705)

Thoughts: Wei Ying was such a lovable disaster in this (as he often is, bless him). Him & Lan Zhan both being in the orchestra was a fun idea, & I loved the author's choice of the harp for Lan Zhan's instrument. I thought it was very different from the usual violin or cello choice I've seen previously but still suited him perfectly. I also loved his overall characterization, down to his fashion sense being tastefully eclectic when his style is usually portrayed as very stuffy & conservative. I really enjoyed this college/university AU, & I've read quite a few of them at this point. So obviously this one stood out.

No Compasses, No Signs by brooklinegirl (E, 36,041)

Thoughts: Ah, finally! A soulmate fic. A Temnurus rec list really wouldn't be complete without at least one. This was a modern AU, which made it especially fun when their soul bond inexplicably manifested as they literally collided with each other on the sidewalk. It was painful watching them fumble for answers to why they suddenly knew things about each other they had no way of knowing only moments before, but the sweet conclusion made it more than worth the temporary angst.

A Haunting Love by Selenay (E, 64,621)

Thoughts: This was another very unique modern with magic AU, & I was nervous because Wei Ying was a ghost haunting Lan Zhan's new house in the quiet little town he moved to in order to write his next novel. Naturally Lan Zhan became ensnared by the mystery surrounding Wei Ying's departure. This had a very romantic feel to it, intensely poetic in a way that I found very alluring. There were even thriller-esque moments towards the end of the story, so it had a bit of everything, all of it equally satisfying to read.

love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360,042)

Thoughts: This was an example of a cool MDZS-specific trope I hadn't seen before, & in it Wei Ying, the infamous Yiling Patriarch, was a cultivator who had achieved immortality (aka, he's OP as fuck but in a fun way). The great sects enlisted his help to win the Sunshot Campaign, & what did he demand in return? Lan Zhan's hand in marriage, of course! It was a fantastic slow burn in which poor Lan Zhan suffered the mortifying ordeal of falling in love with his own husband. An amazing & complex plot, chock-full of angsty goodness.

a place to hide (can't find one near) by yiqie (E, 76,091)

Thoughts: I'm giving y'all a heads up first thing that this fic pulled no punches when it came to the heavier subject matter covered in the tags & author's note. Some of the descriptions were fairly graphic, so please take care of yourselves when considering this one. That said, it was a powerful portrayal of someone suffering from mental health issues & the long & often complicated journey of healing. This one also happened to contain a love story so beautiful that I was brought to tears several times by Lan Zhan's patient & loving care for his most important person, nevermind all the times I cried at the sad parts! I found the emotional cost of those very much worth the payoff of their happy ending, which is why I just had to include this one.

Just You, Just Me (Just Us, Just We) by wincechesters (E, 19,777)

Thoughts: Lan Zhan thought his brother made him an appointment at an acupuncturist & was aghast when he discovered it was for a session with a professional cuddler instead! Enter Wei Ying, gratuitous cuddle therapy, & his usual chaotic charm. Poor Lan Zhan being so overwhelmed while also becoming hopelessly besotted made me laugh, bless his fragile little heart. This was an adorable & light-hearted fic that made me want to go back & reread it almost immediately, haha.

my age has never made me wise by idrilka (E, 63,439)

Thoughts: I absolutely loved this. It was pretty CQL (The Untamed) compliant & told the post-canon story of Wei Ying wandering alone as a rogue cultivator after the events of the show. Of course he was pining after his zhiji the entire time, so when he heard gossip that the Chief Cultivator might be married by summer's end it nearly undid him. The angst was excruciating, but at the same time, One Brain Cell WWX Strikes Again fics somehow always manage to be fun at the same time. I've read several post-canon, wandering Wei Ying stories, & this one was particularly good.

#mdzs #the untamed #wangxian #lan zhan #wei ying #lan wangji #wei wuxian #wangxian fic rec #one brain cell wwx is the best y'all #i love him sm #all of these are smutty #sorry not sorry #and the angst #oh god the angst #pls bring tissues #Temnurus rec list

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hi sea, hope you're doing well!

so, i haven't really been here for a while because life happened but I found myself wondering recently, how is everything going here? from what I've seen louis looks really good and happy these days and he's joining a bunch of festivals? exciting things!

Hi there!

In terms of Louis’ trajectory— the general direction of his career— 2023 has been the best year for him ever. Including in 1D.

Louis released FITF, an album that went to Official Charts #1 in the UK, Billboard #5, and many top tens internationally.

After the 80-show world tour last year (2022), Louis then booked the biggest solo tour he’s done so far. FITFWT 2023 had 79 shows + AFHF. Louis played some of the same venues that 1D played at the height of popularity, and sold out the O2 Arena in London.

28 Clothing began selling products this year. The choice to partner with Hype Beast for the limited runs is on brand and very smart marketing. Using a separate marketing firm for 28 was also a great idea.

Louis will probably have one of the largest merch sales this year, all while keeping his prices average (for tour merch). At Matt Vines’ estimate of $38 per person on tour, he will have sold about (conservatively) $10 million in tour merch this year, not counting 28 Clothing. I estimate revenue for tour tickets to be around $14 million (assuming about 250k tickets for FITFWT 2023 at $55 per).

Even if these aren’t the biggest numbers, Louis’ cumulative achievement comes from many years of stop-and-start disruptions, much hard work and heartache, and— initially— some very hopeful, loyal, diehard fans who kept waiting for him and encouraging him.

The achievements also feel authentically won, as the biggest radio stations in the UK and USA are still blacklisting Louis from the airwaves. He might come on Jimmy Fallon and iHeart, but it’s rare to hear his music on radio— which translates to few streaming playlists. BMG UK also treats Louis like a catalogue artist and relies on fans’ word-of-mouth for promo. So for so many fans to show up for him at the concerts really means genuine interest, real love.

In addition, Louis is being nominated by some mainstream music media, like Rolling Stone UK and Billboard, for legitimate awards (Best Tour Act for RSUK, Best Music Documentary for Billboard). It reminds me of the start of his solo career in 2017-18, when Louis was up for awards like iHeart’s Breakout Solo Artist, Best UK/ Ireland solo act, and other awards, instead of simply being shut out as in 2019-22.

My opinion is that RSUK and Billboard have nominated Louis to harness the social media power of his fans and draw more attention to their awards (once again, free PR), especially since the Billboard award is fan-voted. However, attention to the awards also keeps Louis’ name in their publications.

Finally, yes!!! Festivals!

So far Louis has been booked in festivals only in Mexico, the UK, and Europe, but this is also where his audience has the highest concentration. The choice to do festivals with rock and indie acts makes sense, because Louis is already friends with many current acts (and has toured with several) and there’s potential for the audience to cross over. Listening to Faith In The Future, I would say that Louis can still go further in an indie sound. He loves his big pop choruses — bless— but he can convert them to rock, not just in instrumental arrangement but in spirit. To me, Back To You isn’t really a rock song and it doesn’t sound like a rock song no matter what, but it is fun. The festivals are a good way to test his music and go further. All around him are inspirations.

(It’s also inspirational to see people like The Snuts going out on their own label. Much food for thought.)

Also in terms of business structure, Louis and Matt Vines invested in OpenStage, a business that taps into direct-to-consumer marketing for artists via social media and texting. It’s too early to know whether this company is the “pirate” that bypasses big music labels, radio, and streaming services to sell to and connect to fans directly, or whether it will get bought out by a big PR firm or killed by competition. However, Louis has been doing independent festivals, playing at independent music venues, promoting smaller and indie artists, thinking about managing these artists and starting an indie label for years. These are early steps for Louis to establish a presence outside of traditional music industry.

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My Top Ranking 30 BL’s couples of the year 2022...

Whilst compiling this list I noticed a few similarities between the couples chosen; that being not many “gay panic” or “closeted gays” like in previous years In fact a lot of these characters were either established gay characters from the first episode, as well as less of the “gay for only him” troupe. Most of these couples were in a supporting, not necessary toxic relationship, with not a cheating plot in sight but some miscommunication and stupid decisions for drama, Another difference is the setting, from high-school aged boys to business men in suits. We are finally getting good older male characters and storylines. But overall the reason for the top couples came down to chemistry between the actors and how supportive each couple was towards each other in their own carved out world. 

Note 1: eligibility for the list is the drama had to be completed by the end of 22. Note 2: Only the top 5 are ranked, the others are mentions. 

Vee x Mark (Love Mechanics). 

It’s Love Mechanics. It’s YinWar. It’s Vee and Mark as characters that came to life. Enough said, waited two years and finally they had their moment. Now quickly give Yin and War another drama, either as a pairing or solo work. 

Tarntatch x Lomnaw (2 Moons 3: The Ambassador)

A very big surprise, considering was going to skip the drama since it seemed like every other run-of-the-mill Thai BL, however not the characters of Tatch and Lom who made the drama. Tatch, in particular I loved as a character cause although he was put on a pedestal for being handsome he is actually very insecure and spends most of the time getting Lom to see his self-worth and supporting him. Not to mention the boys flirting game was on point and when drama did come in the form of Lom’s cousin disapproval both were like “well we don’t care” and just continued to live in bliss in their own world. Relationship goals. 

Thian x Jiu (To Sir, with Love)

This was a soap-opera in name; with OTT acting, very dramatic storylines and cartoonish villainy but what made the drama was the chemistry between the two leads and the best sibling-love-bromance ever in a drama. The drama was carried with the grounded love story between our star-crossed lovers. Rumour has it that the actors will be pairing again in something darker in the new year, hopefully this is true. 

Ploeng x Yu (My Coach)

They might have only been supporting characters, but damn if I didn’t love their story and easily one the best coming out scenes in the Thai BL history. Once again this was a couple that came to the realisation of their feelings naturally and slowly progressed into a relationship. There was a little bit of a nudge nudge wink wink with the green-eyed-monster but overall the way Ploeng just announces to the team and whole world he is in love with Yu, like its no big deal, is my favourite moment of the year. 

Kamol x Kim (Unforgotten Night)

This final position was hard, cause so many good dramas could have gone here. Let’s start with Unforgotten Night, which was a hot disaster but like a car crash happening couldn’t advert my attention and naturally my love for the characters, storyline and actors made me love this drama. Couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve re-watched this during the year (too many). 

Jang Jae Young x Chu Sang Woo (Semantic Error)

Another country that delivered on this year was South Korea, between Blueming, To My Star 2 and Happy Ending Romance, to name but a few it was a hard choice but ultimately the script and chemistry of the co-stars made Semantic Error stand out, ever slightly. What Korean BL’s are known for is storytelling, and Semantic Error did that the best and also chef kiss to the height difference. . 

Nozue x Togawa (Old Fashion Cupcake)

Japan BL’s are best known for their authentic slice-of-life storylines (and melancholy in some cases) and that was on display with Old Fashion Cupcake. They also win with more mature-themed BL’s like office romance and older couples. Everything about this drama from the pining, to the realisation, to the acceptance was beautifully shot and acted. Such is this polished miniseries that left you wanting more. 

Tlemai x K (Nha Harn the Series) White x Sean (Not Me)  Yok x Dan (Not Me) Mon x So (Our Days) Nuea x Toh (Secret Crush on You) Khaojao x Sky (Secret Crush on You) Phob x Phat (Something in My Room) Vee x Dome (You’re My Sky) Yuma x Sakura (Kimi no Koto Dake Mite Itai) Kang Seo Joon x Han Ji Woo (To My Star 2: Our Untold Stories) Vegas x Pete (KinnPorshce) Xu Qi Zhang x Ye Guang (About Youth) Hyeong Da Un x Cha Siwon (Blueming) Koichi x Mitsuru(Eien no Kino) Kevin x Pluem (Ghost Host, Ghost House) Han Tae Young x Cha Jung Woo (Happy Ending Romance) Takara x Amagi (Takara-kun to Amagi-kun) Prapai x Sky (Love in the Air) Akk x Ayan (The Eclipse) Sho x Maito (Why You...Y Me) Nut x Neung (The Miracle of Teddy Bear) Jung Woo x Choco (Choco Milk Shake) Yashiro x Kenta (Kamisama no Ekohiiki)

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Picture Perfect - GN Loki x Reader

Photographing a wedding all day today so thought I would share this one!!! How I wish Loki could be my subject 😩

Summary: You’re a photographer and you take Loki’s picture! (I am a professional photographer, so I had to do this).

Warnings: None, pure fluff.

Words: ~2.7k

You were a photographer; one of many in New York City anyways. It was something you loved and it brought you unbridled happiness to capture people as their authentic selves. Then, if you were able to boost their confidence and help them see and fall in love with that authentic self? Chef’s kiss! It was a humble living, but you were fortunate enough to have it be your main source of income and even have an assistant too. You had made a name for yourself in the large city, but mostly worked with locals and average, everyday people. Except for one.

Tony Stark.

You had the privilege of meeting Iron Man himself at one of his infamous parties. One of your good friends had an invitation and you were able to tag along. Eventually, you were introduced, and he liked you immediately. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was because you were able to banter back with him without skipping a beat, but he insisted that not only you photograph his family (little Morgan is literally the cutest child you ever seen), but also all official Avenger’s PR promotions. Seriously, he made up most of your income and it was glorious.

And that is how you met the God of Mischief. Loki was brought to your studio one afternoon by his brother, Thor, Tony, and the team’s publicist. The young god had joined the Avengers after being redeemed for his crimes against the planet, but that didn’t mean that public opinion had changed. That is where effective PR comes in and, of course, you. It was your job to capture Loki in a likeable fashion.

When you saw him come into your studio, practically dragged by Thor, with a scowl painted on his face, you knew your work was cut out for you. Most of the men you worked with anyways were super reluctant husbands and fathers who wanted to leave your studio as soon as they walked in, so you weren’t a novice when it came to unhappy subjects. But you couldn’t deny that he was one of the most handsome men you ever had laid eyes on. You looked him over from top to bottom as you greedily drank him in. The man could wear a black Gucci suit like it was his job! His cheekbones were sharp, his eyes piercing, and you wanted to seriously run your fingers through his long, luscious black locks. It almost made you forget that he almost took over your city. You could almost forgive a face like that.

Tony and Thor brought Loki over to you and you offered your hand in a friendly shake and he reluctantly took it, eyeing you up and down much like how you just did to him. You shifted a bit, becoming uneasy under his scrutinizing gaze.

“Okay, Reindeer Games. This is Y/N and they are an absolute magician with the camera. If anyone can make you look likable, it’s them.” Tony grinned and Loki’s eyes widened.

“You do magic?” He asked.

“Not in the way you think,” You said, sheepishly holding up your camera, “but I would like to think I can in a way. We will have fun today, I promise.” You couldn’t help but beam at him. You were determined to turn that frown upside down! But you were only given a scoff.

“We will see, Mortal.”

Thor gave his brother a slap on the back to usher him in your direction, Loki lurching forward with an annoyed groan. You bit your lip, stifling a laugh, before leading your handsome subject over to your backdrop and a stool that sat in front of it. Wow was he tall! You motioned for him to sit on the stool, and he did so without a word. Then, he just stared at you. While the God looked like, well a God, he was so incredibly stiff.

You sauntered back, getting in position before gasping ‘I forgot!’. You grabbed a small step stool and went back to your position in front of Loki. You stepped on the little stool to compensate for your small frame, compared to his height which was still impressive even when sitting. Loki’s eyes followed you as you moved about, and you could have sworn you saw a twitch of a smile when you stepped on your stool.

Lifting the camera, you peered through the viewfinder and with the click of the shutter the strobe lights flashed all around the God. He blinked away the lights, clearly not used to this sort of thing. Looking back at your work on the back of your camera, you saw that while he was handsome as ever, he looked like a deer in headlights. Goes to show that you can’t always rely on your looks for great photographs, but lucky for him you are an expert! You were determined to make him smile, like really smile. He was the God of Mischief after all. There had to be a smile somewhere in there!

So, you walked back over back to him, and his dissecting gaze wasn’t lost on you. Instead, you matched his scrutiny with your own pointed look, before breaking the silence.

“Can I touch you?” You asked.

“W-what, what?” His stammering was endearing, and you felt a flutter in your stomach. The god’s once intense eyes now were big. Like a lost little boy. You couldn’t help but giggle a bit.

“I said, can I touch you? I want to help you pose.”

“Hm,” He thought for a moment, seemingly appeased by your explanation “I guess that is fine.”

Without another word, you went to work. You grabbed him by his shoulders and twisted him, so he was at an angle. Then, you instructed him to lift one of his feet the bottom rung of the stool and grabbing his hand, you moved his arm to rest on that knee. His skin was oddly cold, but you didn’t react. You typically ran warm anyways, so the contact was actually nice.

Next was his face. Gently, you brushed a few stray strands of hair out of face and tucked them behind his ears to show off those amazing cheekbones. You could have sworn you heard his breath hitch at the contact, but you chalked it up to nerves. Still with the softest of touches, you placed your finger under his chin and lightly lifted it. As you moved him around to your liking, he avoided looking at you like the plague, but with this subtle gesture, he couldn’t help but meet your eyes. You rewarded him with a sweet smile, and he rewarded you in return with a soft dusting of a blush on his pale cheeks.

“Handsome.” You said simply, still smiling at him. Loki didn’t respond. He just blinked rapidly at you, but he didn’t move from the position you left him in. Again, you returned to your spot in front of him, stepping on your little stool, and raised your camera to peek through the viewfinder.

“So, how does it feel to be the smarter, more attractive brother, Loki?”

The grin on his face was instantaneous. Ah, you knew you would get it! Your heart did little flips at the win as you quickly pressed on the shutter. Or was it flipping because of something else?

“Well, it is a tedious task, but it burden I am willing to bear.” You couldn’t help, but laugh at his wit and you thought for a moment that he smiled a little wider.

Now, that you got him to smile, next was building up his confidence. So, you hopped down from your stool and walked back over to him, and you brought up the image of him that you just took. His smile was bright, and his eyes had a glint of what you could only describe at mischief. Frankly, he looked amazing. Friendly. Soft. You showed him the image on the camera, and he looked genuinely shocked, his mouth gaping at the image in front of him.

“You just took that? That’s me?”

“Sure is! You look like a hero to me.” You complimented him. He shifted his eyes back to you, giving you an unreadable look. You guessed he was wondering if you were being genuine or not, but his whispered ‘thank you’ told you he believed you.

The session continued this way. You guided him through all the poses, and you chatted with him about himself and his life. And you were genuinely interested it. The man is a thousand-year-old alien prince who is also a God. Of course, you are going to pick his brain! He seemed to appreciate it, quickly becoming a chatterbox, and it made you wonder if anyone really paid attention to him like this. With each photo you showed him on the back of the camera, he became more and more comfortable and confident.

“Darling, this doesn’t make any sense.” The pet name started halfway through the session and you couldn’t help, but blush. You had asked him to pretend to fix his outfit; playing with his cufflinks, looking at his watch, and button and unbutton his suit jacket.

“Loki, it doesn’t have to make sense. You look good, I promise!” One thing you noticed during your session was he become immediately flustered every time you complimented him. It just made you want to do it more, so you practically showered him in it.

“Your hair looks amazing!”

“Your eyes are the most beautiful I have ever seen!”

“All your smiles are so breathtaking.”

The man was practically a puddle, by the end of the session and you considered it a job well done. You complimented all your subjects to boost them up, but with Loki? With Loki it was different. He really shined and you truly believed these photos would change the public’s perspective. Everyone will love him and probably want to climb him like the hot tree he is. If you were being honest, you were tempted to climb and claim him yourself. But what would a god want with an average mortal like yourself?

“I have one more pose for you. I want you to close your eyes,” He instantly obeyed, shutting his eyes. It was a stark difference from when he reluctantly first came into your studio. “And now I want you to picture something you really, REALLY want.”

Loki popped open one eye, peeping at you and you tsked at him to keep his eyes shut. The grin that you started to find so endearing flashed on his face and you found yourself smiling and laughing too.

“Okay, you have what you want pictured in your mind?” He nodded, “Great! Now I want you to open your eyes and walk to me like the camera is that thing you want. Convey your want in your eyes and your walk.”

Loki opened his eyes and his piercing and intense gaze immediately locked on you. Squaring his shoulders, he started to strut with purpose in your direction. Swallowing thickly, you got lost in watching him and you almost forgot to take his photo. The god looked at you like you were the most delicious treat in all the nine realms, and he wanted to devour you. How the tables have turned! You spent the whole session flustering him, and now you were so beyond nervous you couldn’t focus. Quickly shaking your head, you put back on your professional persona.

“Th-that was great, Loki. Perfect.” He smirked at you, obviously noticing that he had an effect on you.

“Thank you, Darling. I did have fun today,” He kept on walking up to you as you still stood on your little step stool. Even with the extra height, you still just came up to his chin. “And it is all thanks to you. I was sure I would despise my time here, but you showed me that there is a chance the world can see me more than a monster.”

“You are definitely not a monster, Loki” you said, not skipping a beat. The look he gave you could only be described as fondness. His eyes were so soft, filled with so much hope and you were lost in them. For a moment, you were lost in each other.

Until Thor interrupted.

“Brother! You did so well! You are truly a Midgardian model!” Thor laughed, squeezing his younger brother’s shoulder. Loki rolled his eyes, but the softness returned as soon as his sight went back to you. You couldn’t help but smile back at him. Of course, Thor saw, and he shared a ‘knowing’ look with Tony who was briefly chatting with the publicist.

“So, dear Y/N, are you courting anyone?” Loki might as well fell over at the bluntness of Thor’s question. His pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. Or was it to hide his blushing face?

“You mean, am I dating anyone? No, I am single.” You chuckled, knowing exactly what he was doing. He had the tact and grace of a bull in a china shop, but you appreciated him for it. It seems Loki did too, as you caught him peeking bravely through his fingers at you when you gave your answer.

“Y/N, we need to get ready for our next appointment.” Your assistant interrupted. You nodded at her, and you said your goodbyes to the Asgardian brothers. You offered your hand to Loki to shake, like you did when you first met him, but instead of shaking it he placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles. The action was so sweet, you all but melted.

“Goodbye, dear Y/N. It was a pleasure.”

The God of Mischief never left your mind as you carried on the rest of your day. It was difficult to focus when all you could think of was how he looked at you with such intensity that made your heart pound in your chest and your knees weak. You were in the middle of your next session, a cute family, when you heard your assistant talking to someone just out of your line of sight in your studio.

“I am sorry, but they are busy right now. You will have to come back later.” The person must have been persistent as you heard your normally patient assistant become more and more frustrated with the conversation. Excusing yourself from the family, you walked over to where the commotion was. Your eyes set on the troublemaker, and you couldn’t help but gasp.

Still in his Gucci suit was Loki, looking quite exasperated with your assistant. In his hand was a rather large and very expensive looking bouquet of flowers. You cleared your throat and all attention quickly turned to you. Loki’s annoyed furrowed brows softened and suddenly he found his shoes very interesting as he shuffled about. You excused your assistant and walked straight up to Loki. He looked so unsure of himself, but so sweet.

Tilting your head, you peered up at him, catching his downward gaze. He gave you a little shy smile. You found it so odd, yet so charming that a literal god could be so timid around a mortal.

“Are those for me?” Loki’s eyebrows shot up as if he suddenly remembered the huge bouquet in his hand.

“Oh, yes. Right. Here.” He awkwardly thrusted the flowers in your hand. The aroma from the flowers was heavenly and you let out a long, contented sigh after taking a big whiff.

“WouldYouLikeToGoToDinnerWithMe?” He rushed out.

“I’m sorry,” You giggled, “Can you try that one more time?”

Loki squared his shoulders and lifted his chin up, seemingly finding his confidence. It reminded you how he was at the end of your session, and you loved that for him.

“Darling,” He started out again, letting out a long exhale, “I believe you Midgardian’s call it a date? It would be a great honor to take you to dinner.” His eyes held so much emotion as he looked down at you. Vulnerability. Affection. Hope. You had no idea why an Avenger and a literal God wanted to go on a date with you but looking into his eyes you had all the answers you needed. You took a breath.

“Yes. I would love to.”

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What Mikey failed to tell you was what kind of job you had been offered, and here you are—clad in a tight little pink crop-top with matching plush shorts, speaking to one of the advisors, and trying to prove the authenticity of Mikey’s recommendation.

“I’m telling you, sir! Mikey asked for me to be here!” You plead out to the tanned man sitting in an oak brown, leather one-seater while he takes a quick drag of his cigarette. “Until you can prove to me with evidence that Manjirou asked you to be here, I suggest you run along now, little girl.” Oh, how he infuriated you, created a pit of fire in the bottom of your stomach and all you had the energy to do was whine and turn back around, not focused on futilely going back and forth. That was until the sound of a familiar voice whipped you right back around.

“Takeomi, don’t be like that.” Mikey says with an airy chuckle although the smile paired with his sneer was less than genuine. “Mikey?” You say, stiff in shock and complete nostalgia. You almost wouldn’t have recognized him if it wasn’t for his pupil-less eyes and height. All those years and he was still a runt, it was endearing yet the weight and stature he displayed was all around worrying. You hope he’s doing okay.

The man you figured as Takeomi, huffed before shifting his attention back to the dense stack of paperwork in his hand. Mikey walks toward you, hand over the small of your back and guides you through the spacious array of Bonten Headquarters. “It's been a while, hasn’t it?” He says, keeping you close by. The cheerful lilt in his tone was gone and his voice reigned monotonous as though he already gave up his facade.

“It has. I didn’t expect you to contact me.” You say as your eyes dance upon the many luxuries of the main area; golden chandeliers and red carpeting, probably set in place to hide the true obscenity of the activities they involve themselves in, then he turns the corner, the room dimly lit with three men resting on the couch, one with a glass of dark liquid in his grasp and another injecting god-knows-what into his veins.

“Who better than you to help me with this job?”

Mikey lightly presses down onto your back, urging you into the room with the men and closing the door behind you. You weren’t quite sure what he meant by his words and you may not ever know but that wasn’t too important right now. What was, were the three pairs of eyes drinking you in from the bottom up.

You come to recognize them as Ran, Rindou, and Sanzu. Mikey’s notorious, and probably his personal favorite, bunch.

You stood there for a moment, eyes locked onto your fluffy Dior slides as you tried to find the right words to say over the bass of the blaring music playing from the overhead speakers. “H-hi…”

Ran swirled the liquid in his glass before tilting his head to the side, droopy lilac eyes fixated on your top. “Hey, doll. you new around here?” He questions, maneuvering your eyes to meet his. “Is it that easy to tell?” You respond, to which he chuckles, patting his thigh while smiling at you. “Come sit down and I'll help you get situated.”

You stride over to him, trying to ignore the way the others observe you; like the last piece of prey in a famined savana, and sit on his thigh. He’s much taller in person rather than in news headlines, from the way his legs remain outstretched and the significant difference in sitting height. “And what’s your name, pretty thing?” His voice is gentle as he coos into your ear, his arm wrapped around your waist and fingertips ghosting over the skin of your thighs. It took everything in you not to shudder at the touch.

“I'm _____,” you respond. He repeats your name to confirm and God, does it sound so much sweeter rolling off his tongue? “That's a pretty name, fits you well.”

Rindou moves to sit beside you and Ran, arms reaching over the backrest of the couch. “I guess Mikey wanted us to show our pretty little prostitute a proper welcome?” It's almost as if Sanzu's ears perked up at the vocables and in no time, he was also making his way behind the couch to get a better look at you, smile wide and dopey while his pupils remained blown out. “A welcome? I’m damn good at those,” He ends his words with a loopy giggle and from that alone, you could tell that they were already scheming.

If you were smart enough, you’d take a look at your current situation, maybe evaluate and get the hell out but you’re already too far gone once Ran places his glass to your lips and tilts your head back, letting the bitter liquid trail from your tongue down to your throat claiming it’ll help you relax while Sanzu and Rindou let out soft praises about how good you are, how pliant you are—just for them.

The thirty minutes leading up to your current situation was spent chatting it up with the trio, getting to know each and every one of them on a more personal level, and later, trying to stave off the throbbing of your cunt. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself by full on riding Ran's thigh but as it was your job to satisfy him, maybe he could pick up your desperate hint. Instead, he looks at you with a lazy grin, finding the utmost entertainment in the way you could barely contain yourself.

“What is it, doll?” He sneers, empty glass hitting the wooden coffee table and his now free hand, trailing up your little shorts. “Feeling needy?” Sanzu chimes. His vocables came out in a matter-of-fact tone, like he could smell every emotion off your body—and the current emotion you were feeling was far from phlegmatic.

“We could always help you out, take you back to our place and give you what you’re craving.” Rindou adds on, and from the way they carry themselves it was pretty much obvious that they were all in on a cruel ploy.

Whatever contributed to your growing arousal was above you, and the only thing you even remotely showed interest in was the way you were carried in the arms of Ran while he trailed out of the dim room, the other two tailing behind him. All of the sceneries of the venue that previously caught your eye before were merely colorless swatches as your salaciousness began to overrun every sense you had.

Your ears rung, your touch more sensitive than usual, and fuck, if you could taste any of these men, you know for sure would probably ascend to heaven.

Time went by hastily, the elevator ride up to the suites feeling like a two second commute until you were awoken out of your lucid thoughts by the sound of keys jingling and a door opening. You knew Bonten was absolutely loaded but not to this extent. Everything in the apartment looked custom made, hand designed, and extortionate enough to make even the richest cry. “Like what you see?” Ran’s voice bellowed, now lower than usual. You nod your head as he moves you to his bedroom, finding a newfound amusement in the way your limp body reflected off the floor to ceiling windows.

“There we go, good fucking girl.” The oldest coos, laying your body down as your back hits against the plush sheets of his California King mattress. There's a dip in the bed when Ran kneels next to you on your left side, diligently loosening his tie and his other hand working away at his belt.

You feel large, calloused hands spreading your legs apart and tugging down your shorts along with your panties. “God, she’s fuckin’ soaked. Sanzu, what did you give her?” Rindou chimes, laying flat on his stomach as he’s face to cunt with you. Sanzu's on your right, looking down at you with that same dopey grin as he roughly presses the pads of his fingers to your cheeks, jerking your head toward his. “I don’t fucking know, Hitto gave it t’me..” He examines your face, more specifically your eyes, watching how there wasn’t the slightest thought behind those lust blown pupils. “Perfect for the stupid bitch we have today ♡”

“‘m not a bitch,” You whimper out, voice so meek and soft, you’re barely audible to the other two around you. “‘Course not,” Sanzu reassures, letting go of your cheeks and fumbling with his belt to free his hard and leaking length. “You’re my bitch.”

He’s long—longer than you’ve ever seen and the tip was the prettiest bright pink you’ve ever seen. Hell, everything about him was pink. A layer of thin sheen evident to you as precum glistened down his shaft and all you could do was hope that he’d make good use of the blessing between his thighs.

Two of his slender fingers dip into the part of your lips and hook under your tongue, prying your mouth open. He slips his cock into your mouth at the same time he dexterously retracts his fingers, watching as you struggle to accommodate his size in your jaw. He lets out a deep, mirthful giggle at the way you’re so pliant for him before he slowly, and shallowly, inches his hips forward, watching your face screw up once he hits the back of your throat. He repeats the motion, gradually picking up pace and force until he’s at a brutal swiftness, fucking your throat with his hand wrapped around your neck, applying the most sublime amount of pressure.

In tandem with Sanzu’s movements, Rindou slips three fingers inside your fluttering core. Your walls immediately suck him in as you whimper around Sanzu’s length, wildly bucking your hips to which Rindou places his other hand over your abdomen to stop your flailing. “Be still and I'll make you feel good. I don’t fuck greedy whores.” His tone of voice was all the warning you needed to have your body cooperating and halting for him. While he starts to fuck his fingers into you, he lets his tongue swipe over your clit, motioning the bud in taut circles that had you clenching around him already.

As if on cue, Ran takes ahold of your arm, raising the limb high enough so that his eyes could see it and begins to trail his ring clad fingers over the supple skin until they meet your hand. Those news reporters did say he was a diligent man when it came to getting what he wanted; taking the time to pick his victims apart before he got to the real fun—and that’s what made him all the more dangerous.

He admires your fresh manicure, letting out a low whistle while resting your hand over his now freed cock. “You have such pretty hands, princess. It’d be a waste if I didn’t use ‘em.”

He knew you were too preoccupied with the pleasure that his little brother was forcing onto you to even be aware of what he wanted so he wrapped his large, calloused hand around your own over his cock, slowly beginning to conjure up the twisting and tugging motion that coaxed a ragged, relieved groan from him.

You never would’ve thought Mikey’s request would end up like this but is there much to complain about when it seems they’re all treating you right, or at least right by their standards? Rindou's tongue had worked you up enough to add on to the arousal that was already torrenting through your system, and he worked at his slacks, impatiently pulling them down enough to let the tip of his bulbous cock hit against his navel.

He dissipated no time lining himself up with your needy hole and finally pushing in slowly, allowing himself to adjust to your warmth without blowing his load instantly. Were you always this wet?

Strangled moans try their best to escape as Rindou slowly thrusts his thick cock into you, saline tears accumulating at your waterline from the stretch. He pulls his hips back before driving them forward at a more brute pace, heady groans leaving his lips at the feeling of your heat wrapped around him like the most congenial blanket.

“Fuck, Rin. You got the bitch cryin.’” Sanzu jeers through giddy moans, already feeling how his balls tighten at the forced whines you let out which cause your throat to amply clench around the tip, and in that moment he swore he could already feel himself cumming down your throat. Or were those the drugs?

Ran’s guided hand motions quickly progressed into the action of fucking your hand, adding ideal pressure around your palm to urge your grasp tauter as he continuously drags his length in and out. Truth be told, the three of them couldn’t wait to have a new plaything, someone tangible and stupid enough to feel intimidated by their presence just so that they could adequately use it to their advantage, and someone slutty enough to actually give in to their needs.

You were the perfect target.

Your cunt threatened to spasm around Rindou's length yet he still repeats his elysian movements watching with amusement at how you try to take all that he gives you. Your plush thighs ache with how hard Rindou was gripping them, the skin of his knuckles now the shade of ivory as he folds you over even further, making sure you feel every inch of his throbbing cock putting weight down against your womb. “So fucking perfect, ‘s like you’re fucking made for me.” His lengthy fingers crawl up your abdomen, pressing down as he groans as the obscene image on display for him—the bulge of his cock deep in your guts.

Sanzu’s the first to shoot his load, stilling his hips as his cock aimlessly slides all the way down the passage of your throat. His moans weren’t moans, but rather childlike giggles as he felt your throat sputter around him at the asphyxiation. Your mind grows hazy and albeit, blank until he draws back his hips just in time so that you don’t tap out. Although he’d love to see that.

He’s quick to smear the remnants of his previous orgasm over your lips, mirthful at the way his cum coats them in a crème-colored sheen. Every time he’d slap his dick over the jut of your pretty pout, little spurts of his seed would follow. Just how much did he have in him?

It was Ran’s turn now to drape your hand in his essence, groaning resonantly while his balls twitched with each rope of the translucent white he jettisoned past your grasp, “Attagirl, did it so good for me.” He rests back on his shins, taking heed of your limp wrist and bringing your cum littered hand up to his lips.

He begins to lick away at his own orgasm as his other hand turns you from Sanzu’s ministrations—to which Haruchiyo groans vexedly—and his lips meet with yours, allowing the bitter mixture of his cum and Sanzu’s to seep past your lips along with the taste of alcohol on his tongue.

You would’ve winced at the less than saccharine flavor but as you were being fucked completely dumb by Rindou, it didn’t bother you as much as it should have.

Rindou’s hands move from the back of your thighs to your breasts, slipping under your shirt to allow his fingers to play with the hardened peak of your nipples. You were sensitive everywhere and the digits twisting and pinching at the buds of your breasts only added flame to the fire when you felt your orgasm hit, vision going bleary and mind so hazy, you couldn’t even think straight.

Loud whimpers sounded themselves past your lips and with haste, Rindou picks up his pace, fucking you almost animalistically until he falters, shooting his seed deep within your walls and pulling out immediately after, watching how his cum drips from your fluttering hole.

There you laid, a stupid, twitching mess as the three took a few moments to gather themselves back together. It was Sanzu that shook you out of your barely conscious state, grabbing your cum-stained cheeks and jerking your head in the direction of their esteemed leader, Manjiro Sano, who’d been resting his head against the doorway. How long has he been there? Don’t know, Don’t care, but just what business did he have watching you get used like an absolute cumdump?

“She’s all yours, Boss.” Sanzu says, now letting go of your cheeks and backing away from the bed. The other two followed until they all filed out of the bedroom. You catch a glimpse of the white haired male steadily approaching you, looking your body up and down with an impassive expression as his eyes glint like the sight of you sprawled out for him and only him was the peak of entertainment. “Look at you, you did better than I thought.” He jeers as he situates himself next to you, pulling you up onto his lap.

Once again, nimble fingers met your jaw, pulling your face closer to his as he locks his ash colored orbs onto yours, your gaze so vacant, a murder could happen right then and there, and you wouldn’t notice a thing. “I like good girls that listen—You’re gonna be good for me, yeah?” His question is soft and quiet which pulls a quick nod and “Mhm” from your throat. He digs his fingers into your plush cheeks even harder, causing you to wince all while his pupils dilate like ones of a cat.

“I know you heard me when I said I like girls that listen. Did I not say that? It’s ‘yes sir’, got that, pretty?”

You nod your head once more,

“Yes sir.”

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[lokiprompts]

Picture Perfect - GN One Shot

Summary: You're a photographer and you take Loki's picture! (I am a professional photographer, so I had to do this).

Warnings: None, pure fluff.

Words: ~2.7k

You were a photographer; one of many in New York City anyways. It was something you loved and it brought you unbridled happiness to capture people as their authentic selves. Then, if you were able to boost their confidence and help them see and fall in love with that authentic self? Chef’s kiss! It was a humble living, but you were fortunate enough to have it be your main source of income and even have an assistant too. You had made a name for yourself in the large city, but mostly worked with locals and average, everyday people. Except for one.

Tony Stark.

You had the privilege of meeting Iron Man himself at one of his infamous parties. One of your good friends had an invitation and you were able to tag along. Eventually, you were introduced, and he liked you immediately. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was because you were able to banter back with him without skipping a beat, but he insisted that not only you photograph his family (little Morgan is literally the cutest child you ever seen), but also all official Avenger’s PR promotions. Seriously, he made up most of your income and it was glorious.

And that is how you met the God of Mischief. Loki was brought to your studio one afternoon by his brother, Thor, Tony, and the team’s publicist. The young god had joined the Avengers after being redeemed for his crimes against the planet, but that didn’t mean that public opinion had changed. That is where effective PR comes in and, of course, you. It was your job to capture Loki in a likeable fashion.

When you saw him come into your studio, practically dragged by Thor, with a scowl painted on his face, you knew your work was cut out for you. Most of the men you worked with anyways were super reluctant husbands and fathers who wanted to leave your studio as soon as they walked in, so you weren’t a novice when it came to unhappy subjects. But you couldn’t deny that he was one of the most handsome men you ever had laid eyes on. You looked him over from top to bottom as you greedily drank him in. The man could wear a black Gucci suit like it was his job! His cheek bones were sharp, his eyes piercing, and you wanted to seriously run your fingers through his long, luscious black locks. It almost made you forget that he almost took over your city. You could almost forgive a face like that.

Tony and Thor brought Loki over to you and you offered your hand in a friendly shake and he reluctantly took it, eyeing you up and down much like how you just did to him. You shifted a bit, becoming uneasy under his scrutinizing gaze.

“Okay, Reindeer Games. This is Y/N and they are an absolute magician with the camera. If anyone can make you look likable, it’s them.” Tony grinned and Loki’s eyes widened.

“You do magic?” He asked.

“Not in the way you think,” You said, sheepishly holding up your camera, “but I would like to think I can in a way. We will have fun today, I promise.” You couldn’t help but beam at him. You were determined to turn that frown upside down! But you were only given a scoff.

“We will see, Mortal.”

Thor gave his brother a slap on the back to usher him in your direction, Loki lurching forward with an annoyed groan. You bit your lip, stifling a laugh, before leading your handsome subject over to your backdrop and a stool that sat in front of it. Wow was he tall! You motioned for him to sit on the stool, and he did so without a word. Then, he just stared at you. While the God looked like, well a God, he was so incredibly stiff.

You sauntered back, getting in position before gasping ‘I forgot!’. You grabbed a small step stool and went back to your position in front of Loki. You stepped on the little stool to compensate for your small frame, compared to his height which was still impressive even when sitting. Loki’s eyes followed you as you moved about, and you could have sworn you saw a twitch of a smile when you stepped on your stool.

Lifting the camera, you peered through the viewfinder and with the click of the shutter the strobe lights flashed all around the God. He blinked away the lights, clearly not used to this sort of thing. Looking back at your work on the back of your camera, you saw that while he was handsome as ever, he looked like a deer in headlights. Goes to show that you can’t always rely on your looks for great photographs, but lucky for him you are an expert! You were determined to make him smile, like really smile. He was the God of Mischief after all. There had to be a smile somewhere in there!

So, you walked back over back to him, and his dissecting gaze wasn’t lost on you. Instead, you matched his scrutiny with your own pointed look, before breaking the silence.

“Can I touch you?” You asked.

“W-what, what?” His stammering was endearing, and you felt a flutter in your stomach. The god’s once intense eyes now were big. Like a lost little boy. You couldn’t help but giggle a bit.

“I said, can I touch you? I want to help you pose.”

“Hm,” He thought for a moment, seemingly appeased by your explanation “I guess that is fine.”

Without another word, you went to work. You grabbed him by his shoulders and twisted him, so he was at an angle. Then, you instructed him to lift one of his feet the bottom rung of the stool and grabbing his hand, you moved his arm to rest on that knee. His skin was oddly cold, but you didn’t react. You typically ran warm anyways, so the contact was actually nice.

Next was his face. Gently, you brushed a few stray strands of hair out of face and tucked them behind his ears to show off those amazing cheekbones. You could have sworn you heard his breath hitch at the contact, but you chalked it up to nerves. Still with the softest of touches, you placed your finger under his chin and lightly lifted it. As you moved him around to your liking, he avoided looking at you like the plague, but with this subtle gesture, he couldn’t help but meet your eyes. You rewarded him with a sweet smile, and he rewarded you in return with a soft dusting of a blush on his pale cheeks.

“Handsome.” You said simply, still smiling at him. Loki didn’t respond. He just blinked rapidly at you, but he didn’t move from the position you left him in. Again, you returned to your spot in front of him, stepping on your little stool, and raised your camera to peek through the viewfinder.

“So, how does it feel to be the smarter, more attractive brother, Loki?”

The grin on his face was instantaneous. Ah, you knew you would get it! Your heart did little flips at the win as you quickly pressed on the shutter. Or was it flipping because of something else?

“Well, it is a tedious task, but it burden I am willing to bear.” You couldn’t help, but laugh at his wit and you thought for a moment that he smiled a little wider.

Now, that you got him to smile, next was building up his confidence. So, you hopped down from your stool and walked back over to him, and you brought up the image of him that you just took. His smile was bright, and his eyes had a glint of what you could only describe at mischief. Frankly, he looked amazing. Friendly. Soft. You showed him the image on the camera, and he looked genuinely shocked, his mouth gaping at the image in front of him.

“You just took that? That’s me?”

“Sure is! You look like a hero to me.” You complimented him. He shifted his eyes back to you, giving you an unreadable look. You guessed he was wondering if you were being genuine or not, but his whispered ‘thank you’ told you he believed you.

The session continued this way. You guided him through all the poses, and you chatted with him about himself and his life. And you were genuinely interested it. The man is a thousand-year-old alien prince who is also a God. Of course, you are going to pick his brain! He seemed to appreciate it, quickly becoming a chatter box, and it made you wonder if anyone really paid attention to him like this. With each photo you showed him on the back of the camera, he became more and more comfortable and confident.

“Darling, this doesn’t make any sense.” The pet name started halfway through the session and you couldn’t help, but blush. You had asked him to pretend to fix his outfit; playing with his cuff links, looking at his watch, and button and unbutton his suit jacket.

“Loki, it doesn’t have to make sense. You look good, I promise!” One thing you noticed during your session was he become immediately flustered every time you complimented him. It just made you want to do it more, so you practically showered him in it.

“Your hair looks amazing!”

“Your eyes are the most beautiful I have ever seen!”

“All your smiles are so breath taking.”

The man was practically a puddle, by the end of the session and you considered it a job well done. You complimented all your subjects to boost them up, but with Loki? With Loki it was different. He really shined and you truly believed these photos would change the public’s perspective. Everyone will love him and probably want to climb him like the hot tree he is. If you were being honest, you were tempted to climb and claim him yourself. But what would a god want with an average mortal like yourself?

“I have one more pose for you. I want you to close your eyes,” He instantly obeyed, shutting his eyes. It was a stark difference from when he reluctantly first came into your studio. “And now I want you to picture something you really, REALLY want.”

Loki popped open one eye, peeping at you and you tsked at him to keep his eyes shut. The grin that you started to find so endearing flashed on his face and you found yourself smiling and laughing too.

“Okay, you have what you want pictured in your mind?” He nodded, “Great! Now I want you to open your eyes and walk to me like the camera is that thing you want. Convey your want in your eyes and your walk.”

Loki opened his eyes and his piercing and intense gaze immediately locked on you. Squaring his shoulders, he started to strut with purpose in your direction. Swallowing thickly, you got lost in watching him and you almost forgot to take his photo. The god looked at you like you were the most delicious treat in all the nine realms, and he wanted to devour you. How the tables have turned! You spent the whole session flustering him, and now you were so beyond nervous you couldn’t focus. Quickly shaking your head, you put back on your professional persona.

“Th-that was great, Loki. Perfect.” He smirked at you, obviously noticing that he had an effect on you.

“Thank you, Darling. I did have fun today,” He kept on walking up to you as you still stood on your little step stool. Even with the extra height, you still just came up to his chin. “And it is all thanks to you. I was sure I would despise my time here, but you showed me that there is a chance the world can see me more than a monster.”

“You are definitely not a monster, Loki” you said, not skipping a beat. The look he gave you could only be described as fondness. His eyes were so soft, filled with so much hope and you were lost in them. For a moment, you were lost in each other.

Until Thor interrupted.

“Brother! You did so well! You are truly a Midgardian model!” Thor laughed, squeezing his younger brother’s shoulder. Loki rolled his eyes, but the softness returned as soon as his sight went back to you. You couldn’t help but smile back at him. Of course, Thor saw, and he shared a ‘knowing’ look with Tony who was briefly chatting with the publicist.

“So, dear Y/N, are you courting anyone?” Loki might as well fell over at the bluntness of Thor’s question. His pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. Or was it to hide his blushing face?

“You mean, am I dating anyone? No, I am single.” You chuckled, knowing exactly what he was doing. He had the tact and grace of a bull in a china shop, but you appreciated him for it. It seems Loki did too, as you caught him peeking bravely through his fingers at you when you gave your answer.

“Y/N, we need to get ready for our next appointment.” Your assistant interrupted. You nodded at her, and you said your goodbyes to the Asgardian brothers. You offered your hand to Loki to shake, like you did when you first met him, but instead of shaking it he placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles. The action was so sweet, you all but melted.

“Goodbye, dear Y/N. It was a pleasure.”

The God of Mischief never left your mind as you carried on the rest of your day. It was difficult to focus when all you could think of was how he looked at you with such intensity that made your heart pound in your chest and your knees weak. You were in the middle of your next session, a cute family, when you heard your assistant talking to someone just out of your line of sight in your studio.

“I am sorry, but they are busy right now. You will have to come back later.” The person must have been persistent as you heard your normally patient assistant become more and more frustrated with the conversation. Excusing yourself from the family, you walked over to where the commotion was. Your eyes set on the troublemaker, and you couldn’t help but gasp.

Still in his Gucci suit was Loki, looking quite exasperated with your assistant. In his hand was a rather large and very expensive looking bouquet of flowers. You cleared your throat and all attention quickly turned to you. Loki’s annoyed furrowed brows softened and suddenly he found his shoes very interesting as he shuffled about. You excused your assistant and walked straight up to Loki. He looked so unsure of himself, but so sweet.

Tilting your head, you peered up at him, catching his downward gaze. He gave you a little shy smile. You found it so odd, yet so charming that a literal god could be so timid around a mortal.

“Are those for me?” Loki’s eyebrows shot up as if he suddenly remembered the huge bouquet in his hand.

“Oh, yes. Right. Here.” He awkwardly thrusted the flowers in your hand. The aroma from the flowers was heavenly and you let out a long, contented sigh after taking a big whiff.

“WouldYouLikeToGoToDinnerWithMe?” He rushed out.

“I’m sorry,” You giggled, “Can you try that one more time?”

Loki squared his shoulders and lifted his chin up, seemingly finding his confidence. It reminded you how he was at the end of your session, and you loved that for him.

“Darling,” He started out again, letting out a long exhale, “I believe you Midgardian’s call it a date? It would be a great honor to take you to dinner.” His eyes held so much emotion as he looked down at you. Vulnerability. Affection. Hope. You had no idea why an Avenger and a literal God wanted to go on a date with you but looking into his eyes you had all the answers you needed. You took a breath.

“Yes. I would love to.”

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Tag list : @theaudacitytowrite @lokisprettygirl

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[deniigi]

Lando The Nosy Neighbor AU

Title: good fences make good neighbors

Summary: Modern AU based off the premise presented to me as ‘Han and Leia move into the same neighborhood and start a feud, only to eventually overthrow the local Homeowner’s Association.’

Relationships: Pot-farmer!Han/Lawyer!Leia; Farmboy!Luke/Survivalist!Din; Lando & Breha Organa & Chewbacca

This is based off a rural community in Washington which has local cults.

Lando POV

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A hippy has moved in next to the Organas.

It’s a good one, too. This one hasn’t even rented a moving truck, they’ve just come on over with all their furniture tetris-ed in on top of itself and wrapped tight with rope, blankets, and prayer.

Lando’s petunias screech for watering as the hippy throws open the truck’s door and comes staggering out, cracking his lanky back. Out of the other side comes an even hairier, even lankier person. He closes the truck door and looks right at Lando.

He stares.

It is a challenge. But of course, not one that Lando is not prepared to handle.

He points at his watering can.

Hippy Two seems to scoff.

Lando waits until he’s distracted by the first hippie struggling with the blue house’s doorknob to dump the remaining water into the pebbles under his ornamental bridge.

He returns inside and goes about his busy business, tying back the curtains.

It is always good to have someone new in the neighborhood.

--

 It takes the hippy couple a few weeks to get settled into their new home, and in that time neither has ingratiated themselves to Lando.

The stupid one with the floppy hair caught onto Lando’s tricks at the weekly poker match held in the local bar. Lando may have lost his irrigation system, but he has not lost his dignity. It was old anyways. He’s been planning to replace it for nearly a year now. There is never a better time than the present to start making your dreams into reality.

And anyways, the floppy haired out-of-towner will get what is coming to him. Lando has already sown the seed of his demise.

Leia Organa returned home to look after her poor, sick, stubborn mother just two months ago. Breha is fine, of course, not even cancer could snuff out her fires, although she is bored of her husband and daughter trying to trap her indoors. Her immunocompromised escapades have been delightful to watch.

The Organas are always a lively group. There is never a dull moment or lack of machinations among them—especially the lady of the household. She, like Lando, appreciates a good tussle. Which is why he has pointed out to Leia that her new neighbors’ greenhouse is mighty interesting, is it not?

Lawyer Leia’s ears pricked up like a horse’s, and Breha’s sharp eyes took on new sheen.  

Lando watches Leia in the mornings now, struggling to find upper-body strength and purchase on the wood of her backyard fence, among the roses and bougainvillea. She’s so tiny, Leia. Breha is not an overly large person either, and thus is no help in this endeavor to collect data on the greenhouse of questionable origins and purposes on the other side of the fence. Leia doesn’t need her, though. She needs no one. She’s seen what she needs to.

Lando pours tea from a glass pot given to him by someone in his company who wishes for their secrets to remain so and beautiful, clear amber liquid fills his cup.

He looks up to see Leia holding her phone out as far as she can without relinquishing her grip on the fence. She fumbles, trying one-handedly to document the crime before her, but alas. Even the mighty sometimes trip on the red carpet.

The phone slips. She grabs after it in slow-motion, horror filling every pore of her face.

It is gone now, that phone.

The Public Nuisances will know what she has been up to.

Lando sighs and leans back in his seat.

--

 It is no time at all before the dropped phone is returned graciously over the white, waist-height fence that separates the Public Nuisance’s yard from the Organas’. Leia snatches her phone back and wipes it off with her hand and sleeve. The shorter public enemy, Han, he calls himself, smiles at her cheekily. He retracts his hand and gestures to the taller fence, barely visible for the fruit trees and vines, between their backyards and says something that makes Leia go very, very still.

It is, undoubtedly, a challenge. Not unlike the one that that the more polite public nuisance, Chewie, opened his and Lando’s relationship with.

Chewie has explained without mincing his words, that he and Han have come here because their last venture was lost in a snowstorm. Chewie will be damned if his precious seedlings are so callously frosted over again. The Pacific Northwest has no chance of freezing over, he says. It provides a better setting to grow stock.

Weed, he means. Marijuana. Chewie is again, not shy. He and Han make good money supplying dispensaries with their organic, hand dried leaves. It is apparently ‘artisan’ like in quality.

Lando isn’t sure he’d go that far, but yes, it is nice stuff. And yes, Leia, bastion of justice, does need to see the men’s permits.

Lando opens the window for a breeze and catches Han telling Leia that he’ll produce them if she arm wrestles him for the right to witness their authenticity. Leia agrees. Han fetches a small worktable from the house’s garage and sets it between them.

The match is over within seconds. Leia has never been so insulted in her life. She demands a rematch and, out of sheer indulgence, Han gives it to her.

He is nearly a foot taller than her. He could lift her up and over her own fence with ease if he so desired. He wins the next round. And the next one. He loses the last one by reason of having his leg deadened under the table but stands abruptly to renegade on his earlier promise.

“You watch yourself, princess,” he calls over his shoulder with his hand on his front door’s knob.

“Oh, I’ll be watching,” Leia snarls back.

Han slams the door. Chewie looks from him to Leia standing fuming in the shade of her family’s pine trees.

“Unbelievable,” she snaps at him before stomping off herself. “UNBELIEVABLE.”

Lando flicks his eyes up to see Breha’s dining room window wide open. She too, has a cup of tea. She lifts it his way and he lifts his back.

Finally, some quality entertainment once more.

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 Han and Leia’s hatred has become neighborhood gossip. They have begun going to extraordinary lengths to gain the others’ attention. For example, Han, in weeding his sparce flowerbeds, was careful to shove the fruits of his labor between the fence slats into Bail’s well-tended herb garden. Bail, ever the gentleman, does not mind, but of course Leia feels that her family honor has been spat upon. She collects the weeds and returns them to her owner, via mailbox. It is kind of her to put the flag down, so Han knows that he’s received a message.

The retaliation is a mural in rainbow colors commissioned by Han and painted by one of the budding young teenagers from a school about a thirty minute drive downtown. It is...psychedelic. And facing Leia’s bedroom window.

Han asked the youth who painted it to add in a figure in the center of the composition; it is a brown-haired woman dressed all in white, surrounded by thorny vines, and attempting to climb a fence. The young artist must have felt like Michelangelo in the application of those delicate strokes of artistry. They knew they were creating something holy.

Han helps that along by bracketing the figure with solar lanterns that light up at night and keep the image fully illuminated.

When Lando arrives to Breha’s side to go on a walk, arm in arm, with her and her beast of a terrier, she giggles like a schoolgirl behind her hand.

“Han is very handsome,” she tells Lando.

“He’s alright,” Lando says.

“I think he and Leia are a perfect match. Will for will. No one’s ever dared to cross her like this.”

Now that is a fact.

“I wonder if this is the start of something more,” Breha says.

“What does your husband think?” Lando asks.

Breha waves him off dismissively.

“Oh, you know. He’s convinced that Leia will kill Han in his sleep, and we will be forced to post bail, but I told him—as I’ve told you, Lando—Leia’s too smart to get caught committing axe murder. Now poisoning, that’s a different story.”

--

 Lando wakes up and makes coffee. He turns on his computer and opens his curtains to let the light pour in and warm his hardwood floors. He stands at the window, hiding a smirk behind his mug.

Leia has had enough. She has called the Home Owner’s Association and they are standing at Han’s front doorstep.

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 It is about three weeks before Han and Leia have overthrown the Home Owner’s Association for interfering in their escalating romance—ahem—bloodfeud. By then, Lando’s work-from-home situation is suffering. It is impossible to focus with those two cluttering up his view with distractions left and right. He determines that, for the sake of his finances, he must direct his attention to something a little further afield.

The Lars’s vegetable stand is becoming something of an institution.

It’s about a mile or so out of Lando’s way, tucked smack in the middle of the battlefield that is the stretch of land between the survivalist cult that lives in the forest and the pseudo-Buddhists that live in their compound. The farm itself is a few acres and the Lars’s son can be seen walking around, herding livestock out of the road and into pastures.

Lando has heard whispers that this son is none other than Leia’s twin brother, but no one has the nerve to directly ask the Organas about the truth of such a scandalous idea. The most that can be said about Luke Lars-Skywalker is that he is a master of social media.

He has created a Youtube channel and an Instagram to document the practices of his family’s farm and the products they produce. He is in a twitter-war with many communities online for his videos on small-scale bee-keeping, and his family’s stand is proudly boycotted by the vegan association in the city on farmer’s market days.

It has become well-known among the farm-to-table restaurants in the city, though, and that is why Luke keeps on keeping on with his cows and his fowls and his silly camera holder.

But all that means little because Luke Lars-Skywalker is in love.

Anyone with eyes can see it.

He is in love with an ancestral enemy.

See, in this area there are not one, but two cults and naturally, they abhor and reject the others’ teachings. To the south are the pseudo-buddhist, clairvoyants who have fashioned themselves more or less as monks preoccupied with meditation, self-development, and a few fairly mystical beliefs among the rather terrifying devotion to martial arts. To the north are the survivalist whack-jobs who don’t believe in electricity or running water, but who are also, somehow, preoccupied with self development and a terrifying devotion to martial arts.

Both groups have publicly denounced the other as misguided extremists.

The rumors say that Luke and Leia’s biological father is one of the clairvoyants, and this is where the heart of the current delightful irony lays.

Luke Lars-Skywalker is in love with one of those survivalists.

Lando knows this because he has seen it with his very own eyes.

He took a trip a while back to purchase some greens from the vegetable stand and he was there for a little while, picking through the selection, when he looked up and saw Luke’s posture explode out of its lax boredom. Lando looked over his shoulder to see what Luke’s tan, freckled attention had latched onto and lo and behold.

It was a man. And not only a man, a man with a baby.

Luke stuffed knuckles into his mouth to keep from cooing as the father of the child nodded at him and meandered over to have a poke through the produce piled up on the stand. The baby, dressed carefully in layers of warm, water-resistant clothing, watched Luke right back. He smiled and grunted, waving his dark, stubby arms and Luke melted—literally collapsed into a fraction of his size behind the paystation.

The father, a white rugged guy with dark curly hair and a great deal of stubble, shifted the baby to his other arm. His worn, heavy clothing and the military-style canvas sack on his back marked him as one of the Cabin-In-the-Woods people.

Lando felt like he was watching a country romance flick in real life.

Luke gathered his courage and approached the dad and baby to ask if they were looking for anything in particular. The baby immediately held hands out to him. Luke asked the father if he could hold the little one. The father said ‘no.’

Lando nearly choked on his own spit.

“Oh, sorry buddy,” Luke said to the baby. “Daddy thinks I’m gonna eat you up.”

“He just got a bath.”

Luke gooey expression hardened in an instant.

“Excuse you. You sayin’ I’m dirty?” he asked. “You sayin’ I smell like horseshit?”

The father stared at Luke wordlessly.

“Pigshit,” he corrected.

“WHAT.”

Lando no longer needed only greens. He had to pick a cheese from this bountiful pile. Oh dear, so many to choose from.

“I said, you smell like pigshit. And he just got a bath,” the survivalist father said. “How much for the tomatoes?”

“Twenty a pound,” Luke said viciously.

“That’s steep.”

“There’s a discount for people who smell like pigshit.”

“You get a lot of those?”

“No, but I know how to wallow in the time between buyers.”

“Are you angry or something?”

“Take your damn tomatoes.”

“I didn’t pay yet—”

“Just take ‘em. Go. Go.”

“Twenty—?”

“Hey, Mr. Calrissian, that’ll be ten-fifty,” Luke said over the protests.

That was then. This is now. And Luke Lars-Skywalker has not let up on his tirade against this survivalist. Nor, it is important to note however, has the survivalist stopped coming to the vegetable stand when Luke is working it.

What is even more is that Lando can see with his own two eyes that the survivalist is not holding his baby at the vegetable stand now, as Lando closes his car door a little ways from the stand. Luke smiles at Lando as he draws near; he is bouncing at the knees. He waves the baby’s hand in greeting and the child gurgles and twists back to grab at his face.

Lando smiles and does not say anything.

He finds Chewie inspecting a sprinkler at the edge of his and Han’s yard on the way back and crosses the street to inspect it with him. It sputters. Chewie suspects outloud that their squirrels are getting stronger and more destructive by the day.

Lando asks him if he’s been the Lars’s vegetable stand since moving into town.

He has.

Lando asks if he’s ever seen Luke there, holding a baby.

He has.

Lando is smug.

“Mr. Rugged Mountain Man is falling for the farm boy,” he tells Chewie.

Chewie lifts a thick eyebrow.

“One day soon, that baby is going to go from living off the grid to living in a barn,” Lando tells him. “Mark my words.”

Chewie tells him that that is impossible without a kidnapping charge because the Rugged Mountain Man is the straightest man that he’s ever seen. Lando tells him not to judge a book by its cover.

Weirder things have happened. Han and Leia, for example.

Chewie tells him that he knows that Lando is somehow responsible for those two’s newly inescapable sexual tension and he will never forgive him for it.

Lando cannot believe his ears. Him? An instigator? Of course not, Chewie. He is but a humble spider, waiting around in his house for a fly to shake things up. He is an observer, nothing more, nothing less.

Chewie just points a finger at him.

Lando points a finger-gun back. He fires it with a click of his tongue.

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