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k-hotchoisan · 9 months

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Hongjoong x fem! Reader

Rule #4: got you wrapped around my finger babe, you can count on me to misbehave. Swamped with exams and finals, it was hard not to feel stressed. Thank god your new teaching assistant was there, right?

The finale of the guide—the rules of being a heartbreaker are simple, but whether or not anyone is able to implement them without letting themselves falter is another thing. So do you falter against the four men you entangled yourself with?

Word count: 6.2K

Warnings: general smut, dick sucking, dom!hongjoong, creaming, multiple orgasms, spanking, choking, studentxteacher

A/n: THE FINALE!!!!! Ngl I was struggling to find a way to tie loose ends together on top of thinking of a smut scene. And as we buckle up for the final ride, I want to thank everyone who has been interacting with this series, giving it so much love! ❤️💞 MAY YOUR TOILET SEAT BE ALWAYS COLD!!! THANK YOU FOR WAITING!

Tag list: @yourfatherlucifer @inniesworld (from twt!) 💌

❤️ how to be a heartbreaker: main guide ❤️

You couldn’t stop thinking about Seonghwa. When you thought about him, San flashed through your mind, then Wooyoung. You bit your lip. You simply wanted to have some fun, obviously, but at this point you were having way too much fun, being dicked down by three different men, and all of them able to send you to different realms of pleasure. You wondered if you had struck gold or entered a beast’s cavern by doing this. Nonetheless, one thing was for certain—you fucking loved the attention and how each of them fucked you so well, in their own unique ways. You could get addicted to each of their tastes at this point—as long as you didn’t get emotionally tangled with them.

Seonghwa had sent you back to your apartment before leaving for his work, and you stretched, still dazed over the sex you and Seonghwa had. You slapped your cheeks, keeping yourself in check. This was lowkey dopamine-inducing.

You left your laptop to charge in your room as you headed into the shower to freshen up. You only had one class today and you could come back to clear the remainder of your assignment.

The next few days you were stuck on campus, as the semester was ending, so were the deadlines, and for a good while, that took your mind off the three men, since you didn’t have the time to reply to their messages anyway. Miyeon barely had time to meet up with you, only doing so during her pockets of free time because she was caught up in her own deadlines, and sometimes she had to stay overnight in school to finish up. Being a fashion major was a lot more harder than you realised.

You started spending more time at a smaller campus library since it was a lot peaceful and quiet , despite being slightly out of the way. You did ping Seonghwa that you’d be pretty busy to meet him (well, if he wanted to meet) as well.

On some days, you stayed in pretty late and you’d see a boy with his nose in his books as well. He seemed to be always dressed in casual-formal clothing and he had stacks of papers beside an open laptop, his face hidden behind a pair of glasses and his laptop. But you didn’t have time to bother with the identity of that male because you had assignments waiting to be completed.

The next day, you attended your tutorial class and you spotted a new face standing beside your lecturer. Your professor briefly introduced the male as teaching assistant Kim Hongjoong, and you overheard whispers and squeals of how handsome the new teaching assistant was. Yeah, he was really good looking—all his features fitted all perfectly—even if the thick, black-framed glasses hid most of his features. He bowed slightly and walked over to the teacher’s desk, taking a seat. He scanned the class before beginning shuffling his papers before him, beginning to be engrossed with them.

The class quickly ended and you caught Hongjoong staring at you for a spilt second before breaking the contact. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion—for some reason it was as if you saw him around before. You shook your head at the insignificant thought, because you had deadlines to fight with, and your main worries were if the library still had seats.

On the way, you spotted a familiar figure from a distance and it seemed like he spotted you as well, as he stopped in his tracks for a moment before jogging over to you, his smile spreading across his face. His arms wrapped around you as you had to process the sudden physical affection from him.

“Wooyoung!” You greeted. “Don’t you have class?”

“Yeah, I’m on the way”, he replied. “But genuinely y/n, it’s so nice to see you around. I hate to be cheesy but I really missed you.”

You smiled sheepishly. “Sorry for kind of ghosting you and also for the things I said. Had a lot of stuff going on too.”

Wooyoung shrugged it off. “No, you’re probably right about it. I shouldn’t be an ass, going around and playing with girls like that. What you said kind of hit a sore spot for me though.” He paused for a moment. “I heard about what happened with San from him though. Dick move from him honestly.”

You took a sharp breath, tucking your hair behind your ears. “It’s whatever. It’d be stupid to keep on harping over this. I made it clear to him too anyway.”

“That’s great to know”, and he stepped closer, and your breath hitched. “I really, really missed you though. Let’s play again sometime, please?”

You felt your cheeks flush a little at how direct and flirtatious he was being. He didn’t stop there, as his fingers snaked in between yours, and he continued, “I stopped breaking other girls’ hearts already. I promise.”

You somehow found that so endearing and borderline adorable. He was pretty fuckingwhipped for you. You lifted both of your intertwined hands up close to your lips and smiled. “Of course. But after my deadlines and finals okay?”

Wooyoung’s contagious smile appeared as he nodded, releasing both of your fingers. He jogged back to his friend after waving bye to you. You stood there, swimming in your thoughts, thinking of when to meet Wooyoung again because truthfully, he was really fun, both on the streets and between the sheets. But you decided to hold that thought for another day as you picked up the pace to your usual library spot.

The library was pretty packed and that was starting to irritate you. It wasn’t Wooyoung’s fault that you didn’t make it in time because you willingly entertained him, but it was annoying that you couldn’t find a seat. You walked down each aisle, hopping to see a vacant spot at least, and you do—one seat left within a long row of occupied ones and was facing another student. You brisk walked over, approached the person sitting opposite it, asking if the seat was taken. His face looked vaguely familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

When he gave you the green light, youplopped your stuff onto the vacant table before sinking into the wooden chair, switching on the table lamp and pulling your laptop out.

The long table started to empty as dusk fell and your mess started to expand across the next table. Man, it felt never-ending with churning out the study notes. You stood up and stretched a little to get the blood circulating through your body, and your eyes landed on the male sitting opposite you. He was still engrossed with what it seemed like marking assignments? You glanced at his face and it clicked. It was the new teaching assistant! He blended too well into the ambiance of the library, that’s for sure.

“Ms y/n, I can feel your boring a hole in my head, you know”, he stated, still not looking up, and your gaze immediately travelled elsewhere after being caught red-handed. He finally looked up at you and you side-glanced him, soaking in his features. Shit, he was really quite the looker, and him staring right into the windows of your soul—even through the glasses—was starting to make your legs feel like jelly.

You plopped back down onto your seat, hiding behind your laptop screen. This time you felt Hongjoong’s stare right onto you.

As the evening dragged on, you began packing up, feeling the hunger pangs since it was dinner time already. You glanced at Hongjoong one more time, and this time he’s very engrossed in his work, tapping away vigorously at his keyboard. You decided to leave him be, considering he seemed to look determined to finish whatever he was up to. Pulling your bag up to your shoulders, you pushed the chair in as quietly as you could. But even that caught the male’s attention.

His eyes flickered to you. “Going off already?” He asked, and you could see the slight eye bags under his eyes.

“Yeah I’ve got other stuff to do”, you replied, forcing a small smile.

“Well, I’ll see you in class tomorrow”, Hongjoong responded, as his gaze goes back to his papers.

“See you Mr Kim,” you said, before adding, “try to get home early and eat something okay?”

And you swore you saw a glint of smile on Hongjoong’s face as he gave you a small nod before returning back to his papers.

“Assistant Kim has marked your assignments and I’ve checked through them. Should you have any questions regarding your grades or the assignments, feel free to approach either one of us”, your professor announced as he passed half of the load to Hongjoong to hand out.

As you waited for your name to be called out, you began getting lost in your daydreams, which got interrupted by your name being called by Hongjoong, who had to repeat your name twice. You snapped out of it and quickly rush to him. You met his eyes, expressionless, and then you glanced to your assignment.

It was a decent grade, but you wondered about the comments that were marked in red by Hongjoong’s rather messy handwriting. You turned to the teaching assistant, “Assistant Kim, could we go through the assignment together?”

Hongjoong raised his eyebrows but nodded. “Let’s meet at the library in the afternoon when you’re done with your remaining classes then. See you then.”

For some reason, your heartbeat quickened. Never in your years in uni did you approach your professors one to one. You walked back to your seat, and you classmate tapped your shoulder as she gushed, “oh my gosh you’ve got guts asking Assistant Kim for a one on one consultation!” You scoffed.

“It’s nothing. It’s not like he’s gonna eat you up.”

She sighed dreamily. “He’s so cute though. I’m too shy to approach him.”

It was pretty valid though. Truthfully, you just wanted to ask about your grade and assignment, you already saw a whole line of students choking the queue with your professor, so you deduced that it wouldn’t hurt to just approach the teaching assistant.

Surprisingly, Hongjoong barely took up spaces in your mind as you were trying to keep up with your classes. During your hour break, you went to catch up with Miyeon, who despite her endless amount of assignments, still put in the effort to look flawless. Nonetheless, you could tell her finals were wearing her down quite a lot.

“Hi bestie”, Miyeon greeted, giving you a tight hug. You returned the hug, hoping it’d energise her. The both of you linked arms as you stepped into the food court.

“What are the chances of a really cute guy as my teaching assistant?” You brought up, knowing she loved that kind of gossip.

“Oooh who is it?” Miyeon hummed as she poked the chicken with her chopsticks.

“This teaching assistant named Kim Hongjoong. The girls in my module have been fawning over him since the semester started.”

Miyeon shook her head. “Don’t think I’ve heard about him before. Got a picture?”

You pulled out your phone, attempting to search the student portal for his teaching profile, and Kim Hongjoong’s profile popped up, albeit his photo seemed pretty outdated, looking a lot more, um, nerdier than how he looked now. You flipped you phone over to let Miyeon see. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“That’s him?”

You turned your phone back to you to inspect the photo. “Damn, that’s probably an old photo.” And the both of you snickered as you finished your food and catching up.

You were dreading to get back to the library, having to bury your nose in books again until dusk broke, or however quickly you were able to finish your study notes. You reached your table and you felt someone staring right at you. You glanced to the side and Hongjoong was there already, sitting beside you instead of opposite you. “Hi sir”, you greeted hastily, hoping you still looked presentable. You were about to at least settle down and apply a layer of lip balm or two and fix your hair but there Hongjoong was, with indifference in his expression as he greeted you back with a soft voice.

“Do you want to take five before we dive into your consultation?” He asked, his focus back on his laptop screen. You started wondering if it was gonna get even more awkward, so you declined. “It’s fine, we can get started right away”, you replied, taking a seat beside him, and his cologne hits you instantly. The session was barely starting and you felt yourself spiralling a little already.

“So,” Hongjoong began. “You actually did pretty well for this assignment. What did you want to consult about?”

You tried to best to focus and forget about the scent of Hongjoong just whirling around you. You glanced at your paper, and pointed out a few parts you wanted to clarify. Hongjoong, despite only a teaching assistant, was probably a hidden gem of some sort because even though you were fighting for your life trying to get his scent out of mind, you still managed to understand what he was saying to you.

When he finished, you beamed, pleased as you scribbled down his pointers, finally understanding.

“Thank you Mr Kim!” you smiled, meeting his gaze. Despite his professionalism, you saw a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. “Anything else?” He asked. You shook your head.

“Do you want to go through the exam guide then? The exam is coming up, isn’t it?” Oh right. That’s what you were studying for as well. Prof had handed out the exam guide like two weeks ago. You pulled out the guide from your bag, remembering you had scribbled down on the paper what you wanted to clarify but gave up immediately when you saw the snaking line of students.

Hongjoong gently took the paper from your hands as he studied what you wrote, and you suddenly felt self conscious of your hand writing. But Hongjoong simply pulled out a pad of sticky notes seemingly out of nowhere and started to tunnel in parts of the exam guide to take note, on top of going over your scribbled questions.

Time passed more quicker than your expected and you were able to cut your study notes down since Hongjoong was able to answer your questions.

“Thank you Mr Kim~ if I ace this exam, I’ll treat you something nice”, you hummed as you studied your study notes. Hongjoong only smiled in reply.

The next few weeks your spot in the library was beside Hongjoong. At some point, half way through your study session, you suddenly questioned him, “Sir, don’t you have an office? Why spend time in the library?” Things became more lighthearted the more you spent your time with him, but of course you were cautious since he was your teaching assistant.

“You can call me Hongjoong,” he corrected you. “And I do. I just don’t really like how cramped my desk is, since you know, I’m a teaching assistant.” You nodded slowly in acknowledgement. You went back to finishing up your notes and a sigh of relief escaped your lips as you slowly shut down your laptop. Holy fuck, you were set for the exam. Hongjoong only glanced from the sidelines as a smile smile spread across his lips. He knew you were gonna do fine anyway.

The exam days came and went, and if it wasn’t the exam anxiety eating you up, it was Kim Hongjoong. His smell was starting to be very familiar—almost comforting, given you spent almost every week together. Even during the examinations, he’d sneak you small smiles as he gaze met yours while he walked around the classroom.

Sprawling your upper body as you laid onto the study tables outside class, you were relieved that the exams were over, only the final assignment left. Footsteps stopped at the bench you were at, and you, thinking it was Miyeon, automatically went, “hey babe-“ until you looked up. Hongjoong’s had an eyebrow cocked, and you slowly looked away as your hands slapped over your mouth.

“Babe?” He reiterated, almost smiling. You turned your head right back at him, hiding your embarrassment with the fakest smile.

“I thought you were my friend. I am so sorry”, you apologised, eyes still widened in embarrassment. He moved and took an empty seat beside you, and you realised how close he was the moment his familiar smell hits you. It registered even more the moment he turned to face you, your faces almost inches apart.

“Can I help you Hongjoong? The students are gonna say something if you’re this close to me”, you teased, the embarrassment from before gradually fading.

“Class ended like fifteen minutes ago, and this place is pretty far from our class, isn’t it?” Hongjoong teased back. Fuck butterflies, you had a whole ass zoo in your stomach.

You tilted your head in amusement, unknowingly inching nearer to his face. “Very funny, Hongjoong”, you humoured him. “What do you have for me?”

And Hongjoong was almost lost in your eyes for a good second, and if one wasn’t eagle-eyed, they’d miss the speed of how quick Hongjoong’s glaze flashed to your lips before going back to your eyes immediately.

“I’ve got news”, he announced as he slowly backed away from you, taking you in full view. “Your grades are out.”

You expression immediately switched over, scrabbling to open your laptop to log into the student portal. Hongjoong was leaning in, still smiling.

You logged into the student portal and your cursor flew to the ‘Grades’ section as you clicked. The webpage loaded and your grade was splayed across the screen. You had passed with flying colours. The dopamine rush hits you as you squealed. You turned to look at Hongjoong, who was staring at you fondly the whole time. “I knew you’d do fine, y/n”, he reiterated.

“And now I owe you a meal. Well the semester’s almost over. I’ll treat you when I submit my final assignment”, you promised. Hongjoong nodded, satisfied with the agreement. Of course , he wanted you to clear this semester with a peace of mind.

With a final click, you push the submit button and your hands went up in the air in relief. “Fucking finally,” you cried out. Miyeon laughed. She was a lot more chipper since she was also finishing her semester. You felt a weight lifted from your shoulders, that’s for sure. The sudden reminder of having a meal with Hongjoong bubbled to the surface and you feel your heart racing. Right, you promised him.

“Oh look who’s here. Is that the teaching assistant you were talking about?” Miyeon whispered. Your gaze followed hers and you spot a gorgeously dressed male walking over. It was definitely Hongjoong. He was evidently in good spirits as he approached.

Miyeon’s smirk grew wider as she pretended not to notice and held her phone at her ears, pretending to be in a call. You couldn’t help but laugh at how shady she was looking

“Hey, y/n”, Hongjoong called out, his hands only carrying a leather briefcase. He’s dressed in a shirt, tie and trousers today, he had forgone his usual glasses, and your breath was almost taken away by how fucking good he looked. Almost.

“Hi Hongjoong”, you greeted, already used to calling him so casually. “What’s up with the look today?”

“Had a presentation so I needed to dress up a little”, he replied. “I think I aced it.”

“Mmm. Right. You sure would have”, you observed, eyeing him down. He did the same to you, looking at how your outfit was hugging you at the right places.

“Right. You haven’t forgotten our little arrangement right?”

“Well, you found me at the right time when I just submitted my report”, you hummed.

He placed his bag on the bench table and leaned towards you. At your peripheral vision, Miyeon’s eyes widened in disbelief as she was doing her best to suppress her laughter.

“Excuse my friend here. She’s having a whale of a conversation with her other friend”, you waved off before Hongjoong started to catch onto something.

Hongjoong gave Miyeon a tiny nod and she smiled back politely before glaring back at you.

“I’ll steal your friend for a date she promised me,” Hongjoong smiled as his hands grabbed your shoulders gently. And there it was—his scent again. Miyeon blinked twice before feigning laughter, telling the both of you to go ahead.

As the both of you settled into his car, a “damn you look good without glasses”, slipped past your lips. Hongjoong’s smile spreader over his face and you see it in its glory—his teeth were perfect and his smile fitted his face so fucking well.

“So you’re saying I look ugly with them on?” Hongjoong laughed as he begins revving the engine. You rolled your eyes. “You know what I meant, Kim Hongjoong.” Playfulness only danced in the glint of his eyes.

You tell him the location of the restaurant and the both of you set off, carrying your conversations in the car.

Unable to decide on a place to eat, the both of you ended up settling on eating at a local kimbap place. The conversations were mostly about school and assignments.

“So Hongjoong, why don’t you have a girlfriend? You know you’re like, insanely popular with the girls in our class right?”

Hongjoong almost choked on his food at the suddenly statement. “I’m flattered to hear that”, he coolly replied as he downed half a glass of water. “I think I just think my tastes are pretty, um, specific. We have really good looking girls in our class, but I don’t know, I just don’t think about them.”

You nodded in acknowledgment. For the most part, you observed him during consultation sessions right after class, and he would always have that virgin ass gap when a female student would approach him. It was pretty ridiculous now that you thought about it. Then your mind wandered when he had interactions too close for comfort during your study sessions and that one time when you called him ‘babe’ by accident.

You pieced things together quite quickly, but at the same time, you wondered if he realised it himself—or if he was just playing dumb with you.

“What about you? No boyfriend?” He asked, passing the baton over to you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Nope. I haven’t really decided on committing”, you answered. Hongjoong didn’t seem fazed by that answer, probably because he knew you were still pretty young.

The dinner went on pretty smoothly, the conversation finally drifting past mostly school-related to more personal things from there.

“It’d be a waste to just end the night here, especially since it’s the last day of the semester”, you hum into the night.

“What are you trying to insinuate?” Hongjoong asked suspiciously.

You turned to him and rolled your eyes playfully. “I’m saying, that I’m not done with the night yet. So I’m going off?”

“To where?”

“I don’t know. All I know that it’s too early to go home”, you replied, gently bumping into him.

“Alone?” He asked in disbelief.

You nodded. “Why not? Might get a couple of drinks on the way.”

“I have beer at home”, he spilled, almost immediately. “You don’t need to wander around by yourself.”

You turned to Hongjoong, and you realised he’s eyeing you up as his body stiffens.

“I don’t drink beer”, you answered, a smile curling to your lips, and you saw him slowly getting frustrated.

“We can buy on the way”, he quickly replied, inching closer to you. You let him stay on the fence of suspense for a second before blinking and agreeing. Hongjoong lets out a rather loud exhale.

He brought you to his car and the both of you drove off, stopping at a nearby convenience store to get your liquor of choice, then going back to Hongjoong’s place.

Hongjoong told you to make yourself at home while he went off to freshen up a little, and you go ahead and sink into his soft couch. It didn’t take him long to come back and he spotted you lying on his couch comfortably, your head craning over at his presence.

You sat up and he walked over, taking a seat beside you, your knees bumping against his. He cleared his throat and reaches for the alcohol in the plastic bag. The cap is popped open and you take the drink from, humming “thanks” as you take small sips. He stares at you in disbelief.

“I…was gonna drink that”, he said, blinking. You stared back at him.

“Are you saliva conscious?” You asked, before tipping the bottle upwards, your lips touching the tip again.

He shakes his head, something else clouding his mind as he stared at you lick the rim of the opening. He took the bottle from you after you offer and took a big gulp, telling himself not to over think.

But it only got worse from there. When you came back from a bathroom break, as you tried to walk past him, you trip on air and landed right onto his lap. As you tried to squirm back, it only got more complicated as you end up grinding against his crotch on accident, and Hongjoong’s patience was running thin. He tried to get you up, but that only caused a soft moan to escape your lips as his touch around your waist sends you small electric shocks.

Hongjoong snaps.

He grabs your shoulders and pushes you against the cushions, his gaze digging into yours.

“You’ve really had fun playing around with me, huh?” Hongjoong whispered as his fingers ran up your waist to your chest, then to your shoulders, and finally your neck.

You smirked back at him, inching closer to his lips, and he was ready to dive in, until you pulled away, a sly smile flashing across your lips. Hongjoong couldn’t decide if he loved it or not, but he’s done with your teasing, because before you knew it, his fingers were grabbing your jaw, and you saw something spark in his eyes as he turned your head to face him. His hand slowly traced down to your neck, and his grip tightened, sending electric shocks down your spine.

“But you love it don’t you?” You hummed as his grip relaxed, staring at him directly in his eyes. Hongjoong takes a deep breath, evidently unable to control himself.

“Well, you certainly made things a little more interesting for me”, he replied, lust taking over his gaze, and that only made you shiver in anticipation.

You loved how Hongjoong had his fingers wrapped around your throat, like he owned you, hitching your arousal. He gave your throat another squeeze, and your eyes rolled back a little more, stars splattered across the inside of your eyelids.

“You seem to be in bliss, darling. You like my hands around your neck that much?”

Your eyes rolled back to meet his, and your lips curled into a smile. “Yeah. I’d love it even more if you fucked me while you choke me like this”, you replied, your hands snaking around Hongjoong’s. You see hints of rationale snapping in his eyes and his breathing grew heavier. He dived in for a hungry kiss, licking and consuming every part of your mouth. You could barely keep up, especially since he still had his hands around your neck.

He removed his hand from your neck, staring at the soft pink imprints his fingers left on your neck. He wanted to paint it even more, mark it even more, like his own canvas, and the thought of it only went directly to his dick.

Of course, you were always there to be the instigator.

He unbuckled his slacks and pulled it off, leaving on his boxers and his erection painfully pressed against the fabric. You wondered how much more you should push him, because it was getting pretty evident that he loved it rough.

He tugged his tie loose, trying to undo it, all while his gaze never leaving yours. Since he enjoyed looking you so much, you wanted to rile him up even more, so you climbed on all fours and tugged his boxers down, and his cock freed from the fabric, a thin string of precum staining his boxers. Hongjoong’s significance wasn’t really his length, but definitely, definitely, his girth. You tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, soaking his tip with your saliva. He groaned, his hands immediately travelling up to your hair, and tugging. Fuck, the electricity that travelled down your spine felt so good. You continued to go in deeper, taking in as much you could, feeling his cock twitch in your mouth.

“Fuck, y/n, you’re really a cockslut huh?” He grunted, bucking his hips, pretty much fucking your face at this point. His precum and your saliva were pooling at the corners of your mouth as your the vibrations of your moans only encouraging him to fuck your face even more. You fluttered your gaze right up at him and he almost loses it—you looking up at him innocently, with his cock shoved in your mouth. He pulled you hair back, and your lips leave his cock uncovered, now completely soaked, a string of fluid connecting from your mouth to his cock. Even that sight was driving Hongjoong up the wall—and he hadn’t even started fucking you yet.

His fingers stroking your chin as you looked up at him, you found yourself getting lost in his wild gaze. His hands found your hair again, and he pulled as his lips starved collided with yours, his kisses more aggressive than ever. The sensation of your hair being pulled tingling your pussy, the way Hongjoong’s tongue was soaking yours with his spit.

You managed to pull away slightly to speak, “Hongjoong”, you breathed, “need your cock in me, please.”

Hongjoong cocked an eyebrow. “You’re already begging? But since you asked so nicely” His grip releases, and he lets you fall back on his office couch. He slipped his tie from his neck and tightened a knot on both of your wrists. The flashback of you doing that to Seonghwa flicked into your mind, suddenly remembering how fucked out and desperate he looked withering before you, and now you were below Hongjoong, in Seonghwa’s position now.

Hongjoong‘s fingers wrapped around your neck now, and you felt your sanity slipping every time he squeezed your throat gently. Before you could even prepare yourself, Hongjoong already pushed his tip into you, and then his whole length so quickly. The fact he was thick only made things a whole lot more mind-breaking for you, his cock stretching you out on top of stuffing you full. You threw your head back in absolute bliss, your legs shaking as he bottomed out on you, his cock just filling up every space in your cunt.

“Look at you, taking my cock so well. You’re squeezing me so much. Too big for you?” He teased, lightening his grip around your neck for you to respond to him.

“Hongjoong”, you cried out. “Fuck, your cock feels amazing.” Hongjoong smiled as his ego inflated.

“That’s a good cockslut. I’ll make sure you’ll see stars for the next few days even after today’s fuck.”

He pulled out almost completely, and slammed right in, the nerves in your walls feeling every part of Hongjoong’s cock, the sensation had you fighting against the restraints, and a voiceless moan escaped, the arousal heightening even more with his hand around your neck. He continued fucking you into the couch, releasing his grip from time to time to soak in your pleas and moans.

He released his grip around your neck, his lips diving to your neck, biting and sucking, leaving a wake of bites on your neck and shoulder as his hands travelled to both of your thighs to hold them up, and he continued fucking into you.

“So good. So fucking good, Hongjoong”, you whispered into his ear as he continued to litter more hickeys across your bare skin. “Fuck me deeper, please.”

He smirked as he slammed right into you, sending more sparks behind your eyelids. Your legs trembled from the pleasure, loving how deep Hongjoong’s cock was driving into you.

“Hongjoong, I think I’m gonna cum”, you cried out, the knot in your stomach tightening.

“That’s my good girl”, he hummed, gently combing your hair back behind your ears. You were spiralling—how the fuck is he so aggressive and so gentle at the same time?

You bursted into pleasure as your orgasm consumed you whole, loving how he fucked you so deep as you creamed on his cock.

He began rutting into you, desperately trying to reach his orgasm. “Cumming… fuck”, he trailed off as he pushed in deep, spurting his cum right into your quivering hole. Your body was shaking from the pleasure as he released in you, whining and whimpering.

Hongjoong pulled out, and grunting at how sensitive his cock felt as he pulled out of you. His cum leaking out of your pussy only made you shiver even more, as he stared at your pussy quivering and pushing out his semen. He looked proud.

Hongjoong then walked over to grab a box of tissues after releasing his tie from your hands. He kneeled down, in front of your spread legs.

“Don’t move”, he instructed as you were still trying to catch your breath. He pulled out a handful of tissues and gently wiped you down. When he deemed that your pussy was not overflowing with his cum at least, he discarded the used tissues into the bin. He rubbed your thighs as you slowly sat up, then taking your hand into his, looping his other arm around your waist as he led you to his bathroom. Your heart fluttered how gently he was treating you, especially after fucking you so hard.

“Thank you Hongjoong”, you couldn’t help but say, avoiding his gaze. For fuck’s sake, he was the teaching assistant. And you just had sex with him in his apartment. His place was really out of the way, so when he offered you to stay the night, you agreed.

Only you realised it was a mistake when you changed out to one of his dress shirts, with only a pair of underwear underneath, Hongjoong couldn’t help himself, towering over you the moment you sat on the bed, trapping you between his arms before hungrily kissing you. The sight of you in his shirt had turned him on so much that he insisted you leave the shirt on when he pulled down your panties, and fucked you senseless with his shirt on—twice. He made sure that he unloaded everything into you, panting about being getting hard again the moment he pulled out and seeing you with cum leaking from your cunt while your face was flushed with pleasure, in his dress shirt. For some reason, that set him off.

Mingi was around your apartment with Miyeon, and he jumped as he read a message from his phone. “Y/n, I think you best prepare yourself.” You turned to him, confused, “for what?”

“It seems like San, Woo, Hongjoong and Hwa found out you slept with all of them and Hongjoong wants to meet you.”

“I mean they were fucking good though, like, no lie.” This only earned Mingi’s eye roll.

“I don’t know how you did it but, you definitely got these men hooked. You’d better find a way to settle this.”

Sure enough, a message pinged on your phone from Hongjoong, asking to meet up at a nearby cafe.

You entered the cafe, already knowing what to expect, as you neared a table with four familiar men. Wooyoung had his arms crossed with a pout on his face, San was looking up at you with thinned lips as he scratched the back of his head, Seonghwa with his usual smile, giving you a polite bow as you approached, and Hongjoong pushing his glasses up.

“Right. I forgot you all knew each other,” you huffed. “Can I help you all?”

“Y/n, I know you’re still kinda upset at me for what happened but Seonghwa?? I knew I saw that bike from somewhere”, San sulked.

“That’s what you get for being dick, San”, Wooyoung scoffed, earning a shove from the other male. “I still really liked being around you.”

Seonghwa cleared his throat. “Y/n, I know you weren’t looking for anything serious but what are the odds of it being all four of us?”

You had your hand on your hip, and you shrugged, “Maybe it’s fate.”

Hongjoong spoke up, “we called you here because we wanted you know your plans moving forward.”

“What plans? I thought it was like a fun thing yknow?” You played dumb.

“We…want you to choose”, San asserted.

You stayed silent for a moment, the four boys were nervously awaiting for your answer, even if they didn’t show it.

“I mean I would but that’s only if I lose the game,” you responded.

Wooyoung looked the most confused out of the bunch and he’s the first one who spoke up, “what game?”

“First who falls in love is a loser”, you smiled, already celebrating your victory as you leave the boys staring after you, realising they’d lost, terribly.

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twig-tea · 6 months

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Current Tag Game

Tagged by @waitmyturtles @lurkingshan and @wen-kexing-apologist!

Current Time: 12:27 PM

Current activity: Taking a lunch break from work between back-to-back meetings (during which I sometimes post to tumblr when they are not useful meetings lol).

Currently thinking about: Balancing work stuff with Palestine stuff with Shadow theories! Also trying not to think about medical news I am waiting for....my brain is a stressful place rn.

Current favourite song: So I fell down a TXT FreeFall rabbit hole; fell in love with Skipping Stones, which then led me to the artist who created that song, Hanroro, and am now obsessed with one of her other songs, "Even if you leave,". Her tone, mood, just everything. Obsessed.

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Currently reading: These days I only read fanfic and nonfic. Oh and the Batman: Wayne Family Adventures webtoon lolol Shoutout to Yeaka on A03 who (among other things) writes pitch-perfect Ustukushii Kare ficlets that get me through the day; here's the one I read most recently.

Currently watching: lol here we go (in no particular order but semi-ranked in terms of how much space they are taking up in my brain?):

Shadow the Series: binged all 7 eps yesterday, eagerly awaiting the back half!

I Feel You Linger in the Air: finale this week; this one was really hard for me to watch at first due to the the sexual assaults in the first four episodes, but it's a really gorgeous piece of work and I'm glad I stuck with it (I did have a real moment to myself where I thought if this pattern was going to continue I would have to drop it, but luckily it did not keep going). There are a few powerful scenes that I've written about separately that will live rent-free in my head.

Kimi ni wa todokanai / I cannot reach you / won't get through to you: I'm watching this one grey thanks to the incredible sub work by @lurkingteapot (follow @kiminaisubs!) and am absolutely loving it. These are such wonderful characters. It's so interesting to be watching this at the same time as the next one, because the similarities and differences make comparing the two a richer experience watching both!

Kimi to nara koi wo shite mite mo / If it's with you: Amane has rocketed up to one of my favourite characters of all time. Love how the family stuff is integrated into this show. I think I actually like this show more than I cannot reach you, but I've been providing the minimal insight I can into drafts of the subs for the other show so have been thinking about it more.

One Room Angel: very excited for this one, the humour is pitch-perfect and the themes are my cup of tea. I love supernatural stuff, and mysteries especially around supernatural mechanics, and psychology, and self esteem issues. and all that good stuff.

Kinou nani tabeta / What Did You Eat Yesterday?: Love that this show has retained the heart and quality of the previous work. Loving this a lot. It's not higher on the list only because I don't need to think about it a lot, it's SO legible, and so well done.

Mr Cinderella 2: I am having a FANTASTIC time with this show lol it is such a pulp; there is high drama, paranormal elements (rituals and potions), insidious psychological tricks, and really solid relationship writing. This show starts with the main couple together, and shows how they deal with all of these external forces--which works for me in a way it doesn't with Kiseki below because their response as a couple at first is to unite and shore up; they support one another through it. It's when they start trying to handle things on their own (and this is justified by the narrative) that things fall apart.

Kiseki: Dear to Me: Like everyone else, I have fallen in love with Ai Di the murder kitten. I think the mains aren't resonating with me as much because their problems are all external rather than internal, and they keep trying to handle them individually (i.e. without ever working as a couple to face these issues), but they are also very pretty and I appreciate all the lap-sitting.

Absolute Zero: Honestly I now watch this show with annoyance like "What are you doing with this scene, New Siwaj? Why?". The mechanics of the show are still interesting but I am mad at it so I now approach those questions with annoyance rather than interest lol

Venus in the Sky: I liked this one way more than I thought I would; it's miles better than Check Out and far more coherent. It's a decent pulp!

My Universe: I'm a bit behind on this one but mostly caught up now (one story behind); the quality of these stories varies wildly but it's an interesting short story format! I'm keeping track of thoughts for all of the stories and will do a post when I'm done if anyone wants to know which are worth watching (since they all stand alone)

My Dear Gangster Oppa: This just got started; the first episode was pretty! I think it's going to be a solid and enjoyable pulp lol

You Are Mine: This one I am not enjoying. Too much boss-using-his-powers-over-his-subordinate-to-force-proximity-and-not-actually-communicating, and the women pushing this male secretary at his boss as fodder really sits wrong with me.

Dangerous Romance: I have very little sympathy for the rich boy who doesn't think through the consequences of his actions or the people who enable him, and I'm annoyed that the Sailom character we got at the beginning of the series who was self-aware, confident, clever, and had his priorities straight seems to have disappeared. There is no internal consistency in this show.

Taskmaster series 16: I love this dorky show from England lol comedians are given absurd tasks and then are judged; it's got a very strong undertone-turned-overtone of kink, and yet is family-friendly, and I find that fascinating. What a good show lol

Current favourite character: HMMMM. Amane from If It's With You comes first to mind, to be honest. He's gay, he fucks, he has self esteem issues but he's working on them, he's brave enough to be honest to his crush even though he's been burned before, and he asks for what he really wants, and then hold hope that he might actually get it. And his behaviour around his crush is relatably cringe. I LOVE HIM. [@wen-kexing-apologist wrote this before I saw yours but YES, sad boy hiding behind happiness is THE BEST]

Current WIP: I have 4 asks that I have in my drafts that I owe @wen-kexing-apologist, @mynameisnotthepoint (this wasn't really an ask per se but it was an excuse to gush so I'm taking it), @wanderlust-in-my-soul, and @waitmyturtles. I have been working on all of them and do still plan on answering them! I also have a draft re: Hidden Agenda the novel vs the show that I realllllly need to just stop fussing with and post.

Tags: Tagging folks I've chatted with recently! @dribs-and-drabbles @my-rose-tinted-glasses @slayerkitty @neuroticbookworm @lurkingteapot @crowie @visualtaehyun @belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas @sorry-bonebag @thewayurant

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gurugirl · 2 years

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The Forbidden*

Summary: Harry is your stepbrother and from the first moment you two met there’s been an intense attraction that you’ve been unable to deny. This story follows you and Harry from 22 years old to 28 years old. Life and outside opinion get in the way of you and Harry ever really being able to be happy together in the way you both want.

Pairing: artist!reader + musician!harry

A/N & Warnings: this will be a multi part short series (short for me). This is stepbrother!harry and reader mc so if you aren’t into that this series won’t be for you. Warnings include lots smut, lots of angst, mentions of drug use and inebriation by alcohol, cheating, NSFW, 18+ only (comprehensive list for all parts - I may add to this in the future). 6.8k words

Part 1 🍷 First Impressions 🍷

When your dad asked his girlfriend, Anne to marry him, you were beyond excited for them. Anne was a lovely, independent woman with a kind heart and she never took herself too seriously. You’d spent a little time with both Anne and your dad when you had time.

As a 22 year old struggling artist, though, it wasn’t always convenient to take the weekend to spend time with your dad anymore. The weekends were when you worked the most. You worked part time during the week as an administrative assistant so you could pay rent and buy groceries but your spare time was spent creating art, getting your pieces into local galleries, networking to get your name out there, and offering your services for commission.

You knew Anne had a son named Harry who was also a struggling artist. He was the front-man for a popular local band called Harry and the Humans. His band did alright, you’d heard. They’d get booked on the weekends at various venues and would travel on occasion to places outside of LA. You only knew about Harry what Anne shared with you.

After months of your dad asking you when you had a free night to meet Harry, and you assume the same was done with Harry on Anne’s end, the stars aligned and the four of you would finally all be together. Your dad and Anne really wanted you and Harry to meet before the wedding, which was only six months away. It was understandable really.

It was a Friday night and you’d all be staying over at your dad’s house, now also Anne’s as she recently moved all the rest of her things in. Your dad had a four bedroom house that could easily accommodate everyone. This was the house you grew up in. So, you’d be staying in your childhood bedroom, which hasn’t changed a bit since you’d moved out at 19.

You’d gotten off work at 3 pm and went directly to your apartment to shower and get yourself ready for a night away from your canvases. With an overnight bag packed and wearing your favorite overalls and crop top, you made the thirty minute drive to North Hollywood.

You parked your car on the street in front of the house because the driveway had two cars occupying it (your dad’s and Anne’s).

You didn’t bother knocking because it still felt like home to you. You walked through the front door, “I’m here!!” You sang out before closing the door behind you. You could hear chatter and then your dad’s voice followed by heavy footsteps coming around the corner. Your dad greeted you with his warm smile and brought you in for a hug.

“Hey sweetie. I’m so glad you could make it.” Your dad pulls away and right behind him was Anne, waiting her turn to be hugged. After greeting the two you’re wondering if Harry’s arrived yet as you don’t see or hear another person.

Anne speaks up as you all walk into the kitchen where dinner is being made, “Harry will be coming later. Hopefully before we start eating but he wasn’t sure how long he’d be. He’s stuck in traffic coming back from Bakersfield, and well,” she laughed and rolled her eyes, “poor planning to top it off. So, he’ll be late. It’s pretty much par for the course with him. He’s terrible at planning and showing up on time. Always has been.”

The three of you finished putting everything together for dinner and have opened your second bottle of wine. Music is playing around the kitchen and you’re feeling relaxed and happy to be back home.

You and your dad put the food on the dining table and Anne changes the music playlist before you all sit down and begin to eat. Anne insisted everyone start eating because she didn’t want the food to get cold.

Ten minutes into dinner there's a knock at the front door and then the doorbell chimes. Anne hops up first and then you and your dad follow behind.

When Anne opens the door she launches herself at the tall man who must be Harry and wraps her arms around his middle, “Harry! My boy! You must come in to eat! We’ve just started.” She pulls him through the threshold and that’s when you get a good look at him. He’s got tattoos up his left arm and long brown curly hair, light green eyes and his smile nearly made your knees give out.

You dad gives him a side hug and a pat on his chest and Harry returns the chest pat to your dad but then his eyes are on you and you move forward to hold a hand out to shake. Harry looks down at your hand and then laughs when he puts his hand out as well, “A handshake. How nice.” He says as his hand envelopes yours and he winks at you. You chuckle, not really knowing how to respond to his comment. Should you have assumed he would want a hug?

When the four of you are all back in the dining room and Harry has filled his plate, he begins to talk and he’s apologizing for being so late as he pours a glass of wine for himself.

“S’my fault. Thought we’d have more time to get back into the city. I fucked up that one.” He looks over at you and grins. You begin to sweat.

Anne swats at the air toward Harry, “Language…” everyone laughs.

The dinner was pretty nice and conversation flowed well. You and Harry shared a few things and comments about yourselves as a way to get to know one another better. But you found yourself less relaxed in Harry’s presence. Before he’d arrived you were really feeling at peace but Harry changed everything. There was a tension in the air and you didn’t know if anyone else felt it but you.

You were aware that you found him so attractive that you were floundering with how to act around him. This was pretty normal for you, to not know how to act around an attractive guy. The issue here was, though, that Harry would soon be your step brother. Your attraction to him needed to be squashed immediately. So your default was to act even more weird and nervous around him. Because of course it was.

When you all had cleared the table cleaned up the kitchen you settled into the living room. There was no real plan for the night once dinner was done. So, you relaxed into your spots and open up another bottle of wine.

Your dad began talking about you as a little girl and told some funny, and some embarrassing stories about you and you felt Harry’s eyes on you from time to time. Your dad and Anne sat on the love seat near the fireplace and you Harry sat on the large couch at opposite ends. You sat with your legs tucked under you and didn’t allow yourself to look at Harry unless it was necessary (like if he was speaking or you were speaking to one another).

Then Anne shared some stories about Harry. The night was truly a nice one. If anyone were to be looking in on you four no one would have known the turmoil you were in. How tense you were feeling. How your thighs were aching from the sound of his voice alone.

At 10 pm your dad and Anne announced they were tired and would see you and Harry in the morning.

With the TV on and a half bottle of wine left on the coffee table you decided to stay up a little longer.

“Do you have any pictures of your artwork?” Harry asks you as he stands to refill your glasses, emptying the bottle.

You sit up straight and watch the bottle in his hand, not allowing yourself too much eye contact, “Uh, yeah. I do actually. I have an Instagram and that’s where I post most of my pieces.”

“Well, could I see? If you don’t mind.” He shifts on feet.

“S… sure! Let me just…” you get up to grab your cellphone so you can pull your Instagram up. Harry holds a finger to you as he takes the bottle into the kitchen. When he returns to the living room he sits right next to you on the couch so he can look at your Instagram page with you.

You show him some of your newer works and he seems impressed but you never assume anyone really likes your work. It’s always easier for people to just compliment your talent and say nice things than it is for them to say, “It’s not my thing.”

Harry leans forward and lifts his hips as he pulls his phone out of his back pocket and brings up his own Instagram page, where he searches for you and then follows you. You immediately follow him back and start looking through his posts and begin watching a video that was posted a year ago of him and his band at a local bar playing. It’s hard to get good sound from the recording that was sent to Harry’s phone but his band does sound pretty good.

Suddenly, Harry puts his large hand over your phone and pushes it down toward your lap, “Enough of that.” He laughs. You lock your phone and lean forward to place it on the coffee table where you then grab your glass of wine and lean back into a comfortable position but you're hyper aware of Harry’s nearness. He’s still sitting right next to you. Right next to you.

“You’ll have to come see my band some time. We sound better in person. That recording is shit.” Harry re situates himself so his arm is draped along the back of the couch behind you and you actually think you’re going to have an orgasm from the nearness alone. God you must be hard up.

You laugh nervously and look over at Harry as he sips his wine, “For sure. Would be fun.” You look back to your glass of wine and take a gulp. You can feel Harry’s eyes on you but you keep your face forward and look at the TV.

“Do you want to watch something else on TV, or?” Your sentence trailed off as you brought your gaze back to Harry and he was grinning playfully at you.

“Or? What? What else would we do, hmm?” He asked you in jest and nudged at your neck with his fingers brushing over your skin and you nearly ended yourself by choking on your wine at the contact of his finger on the skin of your neck.

You began coughing and sputtering as you gasped for air and cursed yourself for breathing in a gasp at Harry’s innocent touch at the moment you were swallowing a gulp of wine. He had no idea the thoughts swirling in your mind about his ringed fingers, his light green eyes on yours, the feel of his fingers gently brushing at your neck, his cologne…

Harry gently patted at your back and rubbed as you coughed and gasped for an embarrassingly long time. His hand dragging over your back was not helping keep your thoughts about him contained especially because his warm fingers and rings were coming into contact with your skin not covered by your crop top and overalls.

“Y’alright there, sis?” Harry chuckled and you whipped your head to look at him. Sis? You laughed and shook your head before looking back down to your lap which was now splattered with droplets of red wine that you’d coughed out.

“I’m fine. Just went down the wrong hole.” You move to stand but Harry stops you by grabbing your arm and pulling you back to sitting.

“Let me get you a towel. Here.” He’s holding your wine glass out to you. He must have taken it while you were dramatically hacking like an idiot. Harry gets up and you breathe in. You need to fucking calm down.

Harry returns thirty seconds later with a towel as promised and sits next to you again, handing you the cloth.

You mumble thanks to him and roll your eyes at yourself. Harry got comfortable in his spot, crossing an ankle over his knee, angled toward you and your heartbeat picked up. His presence was not giving your hormones a break.

“So, back to what we were talking about… what do you want? Watch something else or do something? I’m a night owl myself. I’d suggest going out to a bar or something but I’ve probably just passed my limit on alcohol so I can’t drive.”

You toss the towel onto coffee table and lean back into the couch. Harry is looking at you, awaiting an answer and you force yourself to look back at him because that’s more polite than continuing to look straight ahead at the TV.

You gulp hard and force a smile onto your face, hoping you appear normal and confident, “Yeah, I’m usually up until like 3 in the morning painting. Uh, and I also can’t drive because I’ve probably had the equivalent of an entire bottle of wine tonight. So… uhh…” you forgot what you were even supposed to be answering and your mind went blank as you forced your eyes to remain on his. His sincere and solid gaze had scrambled your brains.

Harry’s grinning at you once again and he cocks his head, “Are you okay?” He brought his lips into his mouth to hide his grin from growing wider and you couldn’t help it when you watched his mouth and his lips and then his tongue when he licked his lips.

When you just sat in a daze Harry brushed his fingers over your neck again and hummed. You closed your eyes because you were spiraling and you could feel yourself losing your good senses.

“Hey. Look at me. Come on…” Harry nudged at your chin and you pop your eyes open to comply with his request.

He looked at you for a moment before speaking, “Can I tell you a secret?” His fingers brushing feather-like contact on your neck.

You nod and breathe out hard through your nose as your stomach involuntarily clenches. At this point you just had no control over how you reacted or responded to Harry.

Harry leans in a few inches so his pant-clad thigh is brushed up against yours, “I think you’re cute and that’s a problem. Isn’t it? Cause I think you feel the same about me.” Your mouth parts at his admission and his correct identification of your own feelings.

You swallow again before you squeak out a breathy response, “Really? Uhh…” you feel like you’ll pass out. Or die maybe.

Harry continues, realizing he’s not going to get much out of you, “I mean, I guess we’re not technically step brother and sister yet. So, it doesn’t need to be problem quite yet. Does it?” He nudged more solidly at your neck. He’s looking for an answer, a response from you, confirming his confession.

You look at him and he’s so close and the way he’s looking at you causes an immediate gush of warmth into your cotton panties.

You laugh nervously and carefully choose your words, “Yeah, I… but it is still problem because your mom and my dad…” and that was what your brain had carefully planned as a response, you cringe in embarrassment.

Harry doesn’t stop his fingers dragging over your neck, but he does increase the pressure slightly, making it very clear that he wants you to know that he is touching you on purpose.

“We’ve got, what? Six months? Six months before they’re married and we’re considered step siblings. Hmm?” He squeezes at your skin, his fingers now wrapped around the back of your neck. Another warm gush absorbing into the fabric covering the space between your thighs.

You don’t know how it happened because you blacked out for a moment or something. Was it you who moved your lips onto his or did he make the first move? Either way your lips pressed together and slowly closed around his soft lips. You were kissing your soon-to-be step brother and you liked it.

Harry’s one hand remained at the back of your neck and his other hand cupped your face, keeping your lips pulled into his as he deepened the kiss.

When he sucked your tongue into his mouth you whimpered and he backed away, separating your wet lips, “Let’s go upstairs. Don’t want to the parents to walk in on their kids making out.” Harry laughed out and helped to pull you up off the couch.

You led the way to your room for no reason other than because it was furthest from your dad’s room. You opened your door and Harry followed you in. After sliding the lock into place on your door you turned to face Harry and he was looking all around your room. You had your old artwork all over the walls, with a sprinkling of band posters in between. Your bed was a twin size pushed against the wall near the window that looked out over the street.

Harry turned to look at you and shook his head. “Why’re so you fucking nervous? It’s just me, your brother.” Harry grinned wide and laughed at his dumb joke as you rolled your eyes.

“I’m about to kick you out.” You put your hands on your hips. You were suddenly feeling a little better, a little more like yourself with the bit of distance from Harry. Plus the last glass of wine was working it’s way into your blood stream.

Harry closed the space between you two and put his hands at your hips and dipped his head down to yours, “But you won’t. You want me here in your childhood bedroom.” Harry smiled.

You chuckled and remained still, letting him grasp at your hips and letting him keep his face inches from yours. And he was right. You wouldn’t kick him out.

So, you reached your hands up over his shoulders and brought him in to you where your lips could meet again and continue where you’d left off. It was immediately frantic and sloppy. Harry licked into your mouth and you flattened your tongue for him as you closed your lips over his tongue. Harry groaned and gripped you tighter, effectively pressing your body into his.

When you thought your legs would give out you parted yourself from him and pulled him to your bed. Harry climbed over you and pressed you into your mattress and gave you a peck before holding himself back up over you.

“So, sis…” he breathed out a laugh from his nose as you shoved at his chest for calling you sis, “… don’t know how far you want to go, and I don’t want to assume anything, but I don’t have condoms with me. I can still make you feel good, though.” He rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip and then dipped down to kiss you again. You grabbed onto him and pulled him down over you.

Of course you didn’t have condoms either. Intercourse would be off the table tonight. But that didn’t mean you weren’t going to enjoy the things you could do with one another.

Harry pushed himself away and looked down at you, his hair falling around his face and he lifted his eyebrows at you in question.

You brought your elbows back so you could lean up and smiled, “That’s okay. There are other things we can do.” You scooted yourself out from under him and undid your overall buttons and let the jean straps fall behind your back and the front bib down your front. Then you hastily took off your top, forgetting you weren’t wearing a bra until you put your finger in the bottom hem of your shirt and felt nothing underneath.

But you had already made the motion and since Harry began to follow your lead and removed his own shirt you felt you had to continue with the task at hand, bra or no bra. It should have come as no surprise when Harry sucked in a sharp breath at the sight before him. His eyes widened and his lips parted as he let his gaze drift over your torso and focus in on your tits. But seeing Harry's bare chest gave you a similar reaction. He had more tattoos over his chest and stomach and his body was fit, well toned.

Harry quickly stood up as began unbuttoning his pants and it was then you noticed the thick bulge stuffed into the front of his jeans. He dragged them down his legs as you kneed yourself up to let the material of your overalls drop down your body. You kicked them off and you two were finally only left in your underwear. Harry in grey briefs with a healthy erection pushing at the fabric, and you in white panties with fruit patterns all over.

Harry quickly climbed back onto the bed and grasped your face so he could kiss you. You and Harry were both knelt facing one another, knees digging into your violet comforter, bodies pressed together. You could feel Harry’s dick like this and it increased the wetness between your legs, knowing you had turned him on enough to be so hard like he was.

Harry slid his hands down from your face and over your sides, down to your hips. He parted his lips from yours and took another good look at you and then brought his attention back to your eyes.

Harry’s dilated pupils searched your face before he spoke, “Can I try eating you out? Only have done in a few times but I really like doing it.”

You had never been eaten out before. You’d been fingered and had done other stuff, but never been eaten out. You weren’t a virgin but you were still quite a novice when it came to anything sexual. And orgasms were something only achieved in the privacy of your own bedroom all by yourself.

You nodded, “Sure. I’ve never been…” you look away for a moment, feeling your face burn hot, “uh…” and then you bring your eyes back to Harry’s and he’s smiling softly at you and it makes you feel safe, “but you can if you want. Sorry if it’s gross…”

Harry grasps at your chin and smacks his lips over yours before speaking, “It won’t be gross. Now, can I have you lay down and I’ll take my time with you first? Maybe use my fingers too if that’s okay?”

You plop down onto your bottom and lay back with your hands over your face. You feel so exposed in this position and you do want whatever Harry’s going to do but it’s still embarrassing for you to be almost completely naked before him.

Harry gently grasps at your wrists and moves your hands away from your face. He’s grinning sweetly at you. “Don’t be embarrassed. You’re fucking fine as hell. Look at you.” Harry moves his gaze down your body before looking back at you, “Are you a virgin? I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

You sit up and shake your head quickly, “No! Just not a lot of experience.” You laugh and then lie back for him again. Harry smiles and crawls back over you and begins softly kissing your lips before bringing his mouth down over your jawline and sponging wet, hot kisses down your neck and toward your breasts. He kisses light, open mouthed pecks around the soft parts of your breasts and looks up at you as he moves toward a nipple with his lips. You place a hand in his hair and watch him work your nipples and he looks back up at you frequently while doing so. You couldn’t help the noises that were falling from your lips.

Harry smirks as he looks up to you, “You really like this don’t you? I can tell but you need to try and keep it down a little. Don’t want Mummy and Daddy to hear.” He chuckles at his tease and you try to push at him, but Harry’s not budging and you’re pretty much pinned down by him.

“Stop saying shit like that, Harry!” You whisper-shout and he dips back down to kiss you with a quick peck.

“M’just fuckin with you. But it is kind of a turn on when you think about it. Forbidden, taboo, totally depraved… Mmm… makes this feel extra hot.” He pushes his mouth to yours and laps at your lips and you can’t argue with him. It is hot.

Harry begins to lower himself over you again and he licks and sucks and kisses over your burning skin. The saliva left behind on your tummy cools you down a little but when he’s lowered himself to your hips you lift your neck to watch him. You were concerned about how you might smell or taste. Harry groaned when he placed his hands on the swell of your thighs and kissed over your panties. He dug his nose into your cotton covered mound and groaned deeply.

You were so wet and so turned on, more than anyone had ever gotten you before. Harry lifted his head to speak, “Y’already smell so good. Is it alright if I take off your cute little panties?” He’s already putting his fingers into the elastic waist of your panties and you’re nodding, “Yes. It’s okay.”

You drop your head back down to the bed and can feel as he pulls the material down and you lift your hips to help him expose your most intimate parts to him. Harry lets out a breathy groan as he sees your pussy totally drenched and ready for him. He knows that if he had a condom he could probably slide himself in nicely right now.

Harry returns to his position between your legs and lowers himself. He kisses over your thighs and licks upward to the crease where your thigh and hip meet. Harry looks up at you again, “Gonna touch you and taste you now, m’kay?” He looks back down to your cunt like he’s a hungry man and his favorite dish has been placed before him.

“Okay, Harry.” You whisper. It’s hard to think clearly because you know what’s about to happen and your nervous but excited to know what it feels like.

Harry grunts as he takes his index finger through your labia. Warm, slick, ready… He very gently rubs over your clit and you gasp. You grab one of your pillows and stuff it under your neck so you can watch Harry with his ringed fingers working over your clit as he licks his lips. It feels so good but he’s only teasing you with the gentle touches.

Harry takes his time, running his fingers around your folds and up over and around your clit before he finally sticks two fingers inside of you. You drop your mouth open and your breathing begins to pick up when you feel the pressure of his fingers moving into you and then curling upward like he’s trying to scratch your itch. He looks up at you with a cocky smirk before lowering his mouth onto you. He starts out kissing softly over your clit, then he uses his tongue to swirl patterns around it. You whimper quietly and then he picks up the pace.

When he’s sucking on you and brings your clit into his mouth, swiping his tongue down hard you moan a little too loudly. Fuck it felt so good. You never realized how nasty and sexy it was. Harry’s cheeks and nose had a sheen on it from your arousal you noticed when he lifted his head up to give you a look of warning about how loud you were being.

You tried. You really did, but having Harry’s mouth on your cunt felt… historic, religious, curative, and impossible. This wasn’t anything you’d ever experienced and having Harry doing it to you.. well, your moaning was reflexive, not intentional.

Harry squeezed at your thigh tightly with his free hand and looked up at you before moving his hand up your body and to your mouth. He lifted his head further to speak, his lips and chin shiny, “Told ya to keep quiet. This will help, open up.” He tilts his chin upward to you and you pop your lips apart, allowing Harry to stuff three fingers inside. “There we go, now suck on them while I finish up down here, maybe having something in your mouth will help keep you quiet.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Everything was now even more intense with Harry’s fingers in your mouth. You were going to lose your mind. Harry’s fingers inside of you, his lips on your soft, wet clit, another set of fingers in your mouth, which you sucked on diligently. Your moans were muffled now but you tried even harder to keep quiet.

Harry worked on you for a bit more and you began to float. You were breathing out hard through your nose and doing a good job of keeping quiet. The only other sounds that could be heard were of Harry’s mouth and tongue licking and sucking and the wet rhythm of his fingers sliding into your drenched little hole.

Harry looked up at you and you could see his brows furrow and then he lifted his head to speak, “Fuck this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You look so good like that sucking on my fingers while my face is buried in your cunt.” He kept his eyes on you as he lowered his lips back to your clit and dug in further.

With one hand you held onto his wrist as you sucked his fingers, and with your other hand you wove your fingers through his hair and held him closer to you. You were so close to your orgasm and it was a surprise to you. Harry was really good despite having said that he’d only done it a few times, but you could certainly tell he enjoyed doing it.

When you began to tip you felt your thighs quiver and your skin burned to a thousand degree. You closed your eyes and focused on sucking on Harry’s fingers and keeping quiet but you were knocked into a primal state of consciousness. You only knew what was happening to your body and it felt too good to deny yourself the pleasure of using your voice as you moaned and whined.

Harry continued thrusting his fingers into your pussy as you were experiencing the peak of your orgasm but he lifted his mouth from you and you could hear him chuckling as he shushed you, shh, shh, shh! He removed his fingers from your mouth and then just completely covered your mouth with his palm. He lowered his lips back to your clit to work you through.

You were heaving in breaths in and out of your nose and when you’d finally come down you pushed Harry’s head back so he would release from you.

Harry removed his fingers from your pussy and his palm from your mouth as he sat up and rubbed over your thighs gently. He sat and just watched as you calmed down.

When you started to feel slightly embarrassed again, as Harry was just looking at you while you lie before him completely naked, you sat up by your elbows and drew your legs in to close your thighs.

“Uh, can I? Like…” you’re eyes shot down toward his crotch as you licked your lips and brought your eyes back to his, “give you a blow job so you can come too?”

Harry’s face scrunched up and a small whine fell from his throat. He crawled to you and grasped the back of your head and pressed his lips to yours before speaking, “Fuck. Why do you look so innocent saying something so dirty?”

You let out a small laugh in embarrassment and sat up further so you could take care of Harry, if he wanted it, but you had a good feeling that he did. “Just want to return the favor, I’d like to.” You sat up to your knees and Harry was shaking his head as he sat back and scooted his back to your head board.

“It’s fucking too bad you’re gonna be my step sister. You’re so cute and so sweet.” He reaches out to you and wraps his palm around your forearm and pulls you to him. When you’re close enough for him to wrap his other arm around your waist he drags you into his lap so your straddling him, your thighs over his, center pressed into his. Harry brings his hands down your thighs and smooths his palms over them, “Have you ever given anyone a blow job?”

You shook you’re head, “Like, I’ve licked a penis once but never a full on blowie.” You bite your lip feeling so inadequate. You feel like Harry is way out of your league.

Harry closes his eyes and pulls his lips into his mouth when you rock your hips over Harry. You were mostly trying to settle down into his lap more comfortably but the feeling of his cock nudging into your center was inviting. Given how thick he felt under you, it was obvious Harry was well hung.

Harry grasped onto your hips and moved you over him again. Your naked, wet pussy rubbing over his thick, fabric covered cock was doing things to you. You grasped onto his shoulders as he spoke, “So, I just took your cunnilingus virginity, and now you want me to take your blow job virginity?” Harry nuzzled his nose against yours and brought his lips over yours, kissing softly. You both began rocking your hips into one another, dry humping.

Harry let out a shaky breath after parting his lips from yours, “Let’s do something else. Maybe I could take my briefs off and we can just do this? It’ll feel really good and I’ll be able to come like this. I’ll just come on your tummy.” He keeps his eyes on yours, waiting for your reply.

To you, that sounded perfect. You’d be able to really feel him but without him being inside you, and with how wet you were it wouldn’t take much work to make Harry come.

You nodded, “That sounds good.”

You leaned back as Harry quickly got rid of his briefs, tossing them to the floor, before dragging you back into his lap with your wet pussy smothering his hard cock. And he was certainly of impressive size.

You began shifting your hips up and down, getting him nice and wet with your arousal. Harry helped guide you by holding at your hips.

It was slippery and warm and your clit was in constant contact with Harry’s thick length. You looked down between you two and could see Harry’s stocky head peek up from your labia every time he thrust upward. Your rhythm naturally increased as you were now both getting into it and it was slick and much easier to glide over him.

Harry gasped and then bit his lip to keep himself quiet but the sound of your bed squeaking and the noise of your bodies moving together, slicked by your arousal, couldn’t be hidden. It sounded like people having sex even without the moaning.

“You feel so good on me like this. Gonna dream about your little, wet cunt til I’m an old man.” Harry pressed his lips onto yours and continued thrusting his hips upward as much as he could, but most of the work was coming from your end. You were rocking over him and shifting your hips up and down, gliding your folds over his shaft.

You moved your face from Harry’s to look at him when you began feeling another orgasm wash over you. “It does feel so good, Harry. M’gonna come again, can you cover my mouth?” You keep your eyes on his and watch as he furrows his brows and groans lowly.

“Fuck, okay.” He brings a palm up to your mouth and you find that you really like your mouth being covered (or fingers stuffed in them) while you’re doing something intimate. It surprises you but with the feeling of Harry’s palm covering your mouth and his eyes on yours you find yourself coming again with what would have been a loud moan but Is just a muffled noise that hopefully cannot be heard from the hallway outside your door.

Harry begins to come too, when he can tell you’ve been knocked over the edge into your own orgasm. He bites his lip and releases all over both of your tummies. Harry feels dizzy and he’s clenching his lip so hard as his orgasm washes through his system. The squeak of your bed intensified with the two you rocking together.

When your breathing begins to even out you realize you’re leaned into Harry’s chest and he’s rubbing your back with one of his hands you sit up and look down over you both and then to his eyes. His beautiful light green eyes.

“I can go get a towel. Um…” your sentence is cut off by someone knocking on your door and then you hear your dad’s voice, “Honey? Everything okay in there?”

Your eyes widen when you look at Harry who’s looking at the door in concern.

“Yeah! M’fine.” You didn’t know what else to say. You and Harry remained still, your thighs still straddling his, Harry’s come covering your tummy, and you knew your door was locked so your dad couldn’t come in but you may need to figure something out if your dad needed more information from you about the noises. He had to have heard, otherwise why would he be up asking if you’re okay?

“Okay. Well, sounded like some noise going on in there and…” you closed your eyes as you waited for your dad to continue as he paused for a moment before continuing, “and Harry’s not in his room. Is he by chance with you in there?”

That was your cue to get up off Harry and point to your closet so Harry could hide fast. You quickly dressed yourself and pushed Harry’s close under your bed as you spoke, “Hold on dad. I was just about to come out to go to the bathroom and get ready for bed anyway.”

You unlatched the lock and opened the door to see your dad standing in his pajamas, looking exhausted. “Maybe I can help you look for him. Does he smoke? Maybe he want outside.” You lead your dad away from your door and hoped to god that the cum on your torso didn't soak through the shirt you pulled over your body in haste. You tugged up a pair of sleep shorts from your overnight bag and cringed at having to put your clean sleep shorts over yourself in your sticky state.

“That’s okay, don’t worry about it. He’s 22, think he can take care of himself. I’m sure he’s fine. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You both walked down the hallway together and he squeezed at your shoulder before continuing to the end of the hall to his bedroom as you went into the bathroom. You closed the door behind you and quickly wet a hand towel and cleaned yourself up so you could get back to your room to give Harry a towel as well.

You re entered your bedroom and closed the door behind you, locking the latch. You whispered to Harry as you opened up your closet, “Hey! Coast is clear.” Harry stepped out and you handed him the towel.

When Harry put his briefs back on you expected him to say goodnight and leave your room. But instead he saunters over to your bed and plops down onto it, crossing his ankles.

“Harry, what are you doing?” You sit onto the edge your bed and wait for him to respond.

“What? You’re just gonna kick me out now? Okay.” He sits up, acting dramatically put out, “Fine. I see how it is…” you turn toward him and push him back down to your mattress and breathe out a laugh when he bounces onto his back, “If you want to stay that’s fine. I just expected you to leave after.”

Harry grins at you and pulls you over him, wrapping his arms around you.

“Just want to cuddle til we fall asleep. S’that okay?”

You nod your head into his chest and relax your body into his where you both fall into a heavy limbed sleep, forgetting all about the consequences of all the things you’d just done, including falling asleep together while just down the hallway from both of your parents.

Part II*

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mobius-m-mobius · 11 months

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Fave shows tag game

Rules: List 5 favourite shows (in no particular order) and answer questions accordingly.

Life on Mars

Good Omens

Mad Dogs

Loki

Psych

@loki-is-my-kink-awakening Thank you so much for the tag lovely!! Putting my answers to the questions behind the cut 😊

1. Who is your favourite character in 2?

Oh no not this😅 Don't wanna start off totally indecisive but In all honesty Aziraphale and Crowley are such a package deal I've never been able to decide who I liked more so both it is!

2. Who is your least favourite character in 1?

Probably Frank Morgan since he's meant to give everyone the creeps and totally untrustworthy but if we're talking main cast then Ray because everyone else is just too good ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

3. What's your favourite episode of 4?

Episode two THE beloved my one and only 🥺💖 12/10 would gladly watch Owen and Tom sit around chatting and mirroring the cafeteria vibes either as Lokius or themselves for the rest of my days

4. What is your favourite season of 5?

Gotta be S2!! All the earlier seasons are gold so was very tempted by the latter half of S3 but S2's like a tour de force

5. What's your favourite relationship in 3?

Baxter and Quinn would an obvious one since John and Phil are married in every role and this is no exception but the dynamic between Baxter and Rick is so weirdly fascinating?? They just clash so instantly, usually to great disaster but will never stop themselves or learn from their mistakes, absolutely obsessed tbh

6. Who is your anti relationship in 2?

I don't really have one?? If pressed I wasn't interested in Anathema and Newt being shoved together for no real reason or the implication of ending up with someone because you're told but I don't have any active dislike for them or their pairing

7. How long have you watched 1?

Well I was pretty late to pick the show up and watched for the first time around three years ago, have since rewatched the entire series at least 5 times in full, and various clips more times than I could ever count lol

8. How did you become interested in 3?

Thank my url namesake, lol. Truly the most stunning TV experience start to finish I've had with a flawless all star cast and just criminally underrated show in general!!

9. Who is your favourite actor in 4?

🤣🤣 Feel as if I've walked right into this one and y'all don't even need to hear the answer but that would be Owen Wilson, whose take on Mobius has honestly been life changing for me 💖

10. Which show do you prefer 1, 2 or 5?

Oh man as much as I adore Psych I'm stuck between Life on Mars and Good Omens on this one... Oh this is the worst, okay, I'm going... Life on Mars! When taking the point of how much I love both main pairs out of the picture there are more elements of and characters in LoM I think I enjoy more

11. Which show have you seen more episodes of 1 or 3?

I've watched both fully through multiple times but Life on Mars just edges by with having more episodes so that'll be the one!

12. If you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?

Loki or Ravonna just for sheer proximity of how much time would be spent around Mobius lmao, literally my only primary consideration

13. How would you kill off your favourite character in 5?

Laughing so hard at this because ironically my favorite character in Psych has pondered many scenarios potentially resulting in his own death lmao. If necessary he'd probably prefer a blaze of glory gunfight but I don't think he'd mind being taken out by his favorite land mine going off?? "Sweet music. And then…nothin' but red mist." 😂

14. Would a 3/4 crossover work?

Not necessarily unless you mean would it work in terms of turning me on in ways I've yet to experience in this life because yes, yes, and YES 😳😳

15. Pair two characters in 1 that would make an unlikely, but strangely okay couple.

Idk if it would be the most unlikely but Sam and Chris would've been cute and I always enjoyed how earnestly Chris ended up admiring Sam's approach to the work and who he is as a person

16. Overall, which show has the better cast, 3 or 5?

I mean Mad Dogs is my favorite show of all time in part because of how talented the cast is in balancing their roles and I can't see that changing plus I'd follow those guys anywhere

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#ahhhhhh this was SO much fun!!!!#wouldn't have imagined pairing or comparing some of these and had a blast thank you again for the tag #hope your week's off to the best start and you're doing well <333 #tagged

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vibraniumarm06-bucket · 1 year

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A Friendly Smile From the Past - 1

A/N: Hi there! Just another wee work in progress. Let me know what you think of it :) I'm new to Tumblr and how it works, so like I don't know how to tag pages together and whatnot heh! So please be patient with me! This is also posted on my Ao3 under the same username!

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader [with College!Bucky/High School!Bucky in Flashbacks and mentions].

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“You have got to be kidding me! You seriously have got to be kidding me!” I shouted out frustrated and annoyed as I rubbed my hands down my cheeks instead of pulling on my hair because mum always said it would make my hair fall out faster. Not that rubbing on my cheeks helped either. Staring up at me from the desk was the letter I had been dreading. I knew there would be cuts, but I didn’t think I would be one of them. I have always gone above and beyond for this firm. I strove for greatness, and we were recognised more and covered in the media because of the cases I took and won. I glanced at the door where my name had once been etched, now empty. I sighed and bit my bottom lip trying not to cry, ‘do not show any signs of weakness’ my inner voice was screaming at me. ‘You are going to hold your head up high, you know they’ll regret this decision’. Breathing slowly I continued packing up my office, shoving everything into the boxes.

Oh god, how are my parents going to take this? It’s not like I was fired, but dad thinks that being let go and being fired are the same exact thing. I can just imagine it now, the words that would be uttered “Honey, they would have kept you if you were truly as great as the media portrays you to be”. To say my relationship with my dad is complicated is an understatement.

I should have taken that offer from the firm in the city, Johnson & Sloane when I had the chance, but what did I do? I chose to stay, in the small town with no growing career opportunities because dad had gotten sick. Even though our relationship has been difficult since the split, I stayed due to obligation, of trying to be the perfect daughter.

“You know if you stare any harder at that letter you’ll probably remain cross-eyed” Natasha’s voice brings me out of my thoughts. I chuckle softly but it sounds pathetic. “If it helps you’re stuck with me until we find new jobs,” she says walking over and placing her hand on my shoulder as we both stare at the wall. The last item to take down and pack is my law degree. The one I worked my ass off for.

“I’m glad you’re here Nat” I whisper softly as I try to find the courage to take it down. A squeeze of my shoulder is all it takes for me to reach out and take it down, placing it in the box.

Nat and I have been friends since we were in diapers, well technically since the womb. Our mothers are the best of friends and live across from each other. We grew up doing pretty much everything together, we had the same circle of friends. But there were some things that differed. In high school, Nat was the cheerleader and went on to be the captain, she was popular and loved by everyone. I, on the other hand, was involved in the drama club and debate team, I knew everyone and everyone knew me. Where Nat would barely try in classes, I worked twice as hard. Sitting exams was a scary time because I would worry about her not studying. I think that might be one of the reasons we ended up going to the same university because even though we may be different we couldn't live without each other, but also she wouldn’t have been able to pass any of her papers at university without me. We depended on each other because our lives were intertwined.

When I decided to stay where we grew up because dad got sick, she didn’t hesitate one second “If you’re staying so am I, we go through this together”. I couldn’t be more thankful to have her by my side through everything good and bad. I will, however, always feel guilty because she decided to stay here, she broke up with her boyfriend Steve - they dated through high school and through university. They truly were meant for each other, but Steve wanted to play football professionally and had been drafted to play across the country, an opportunity he could not pass.

I remember overhearing the conversation, it was hard not to. A screaming match in her room while the rest of us sat in the living room, it was one of our last hangouts before graduation and we would all move away to our respective job offers that we had lined up.

“Why? Why can you not come with me? Do you not love me anymore is that it? We have talked about this since high school, you said this is what you wanted” Steve had sounded so broken, I knew he must have thought Nat was slipping through his fingers. “I know, we did, but plans change, life doesn’t go to plan” she had said “It’s not my place to say why I’m going back home, just that I am, she needs me” Her voice had remained emotionless but later that night, Clint and I had held her till she had passed out from crying. I had begged and pleaded in tears to her so that she would not tell anyone what had happened, that instead of moving to New York to live out my big lawyer dreams, I was going back home. I begged her to go with Steve but she was so stubborn and knew I would not be able to do this without her. “Please don’t do this to us, we have something so beautiful baby, I can’t see a future that you aren’t in Nat, please” Steve had begged her and I knew it pained her deeply. Steve never knew who Nat had meant by ‘she’, I think he might have thought it was her mother.

“What do you think of Johnson & Sloane?” I ask softly as I pick up my box and follow her to the desk outside my- the office where her box sits but mainly contains office supplies and a photograph. Nat barely personalised her desk, but the one photo she did keep was the university photo of all of us after we had won the football game against our rival university during our final year. All of us girls had been dressed up in our colours to support the boys. Nat, Wanda, Sharon, Pepper and I had our hair in pigtails covered in glitter and ribbons. We had gone the extra mile. Steve, Vis, Tony, Sam, Thor and Bucky had all been playing and were covered in dirt and sweat. Bruce had been on medic duty that night and Clint had injured himself so he had been benched. We were all smiles in that photo, back then we thought we would be friends till the end of time no matter where we would have ended up.

“You should have taken the offer when you first got it,” she said as we walked towards my car after handing in our work ids and office keys to security. After placing the boxes in the trunk and accidentally slamming it shut a little too hard, I don’t think it was accidental. I turned to face the building, leaning on the car.

“I know I should’ve, but,” I said and stopped. But what? Dad had made progress and things had been looking up. I could have gone, made a break for it, and started growing my career. Used the middle-tier firm as a jumping stone to make it to New York as I had dreamed of. But mum would have been disappointed. She had grown used to my presence being back since university. She also depended on me. Since the split with dad, she had been on her own, living her life through me at times.

“Your parents, I know,” she said softly leaning against the car too. I glance over at her “I truly am grateful to you, you know. You didn’t have to come back with me, but you did. You gave up your relationship with Steve and you shouldn’t have. He’s still single you know, it’s the main thing the media will write about him. I think he’s waiting for you, you should go. Take this opportunity and go to him” I say as tears form in my eyes, the guilt eating away.

“Y/N,” she said softly and sighed. She turned her head and met my eyes “I chose to stay, to follow you home. You’re my family, yes I loved Steve, and I still love him, but you mean more to me in the world. Partners will come and go, but you, you’re my family and I would do anything for you. You didn’t even ask me to come with you, you begged me to go with Steve even though your world was crumbling down. You were the brightest law student and you had massive offers to make a name for yourself in New York. How could I just leave you to face demons without support? You are my home. You don’t have to ask, just like I never ask you for anything, yet you’re always by my side.”

I couldn’t meet her stare. I felt ashamed. “As for Steve, he could have reached out, he could have come back home. He could have called, he could have fought harder for us. But” she said a soft crack in her voice, “he remained silent” I finished for her. I reach out and squeeze her arm softly.

“You’re no better though,” she says “What do you mean?” I ask confused as we both start getting into the car. “James Buchanan Barnes,” she says a little too smugly for my liking. The mention of his name makes my heart stop. “What about him?” I ask playing indifferently. “You both were in love with each other and never confessed your feelings. The only other person you have been as close to as I was him,” she said “You just stopped communicating?” she asks raising her perfectly shaped eyebrow. I sigh softly “Oh please, he was not in love with me,” I say rolling my eyes but my heart hurts. Bucky and I were super close growing up, sure he had Steve and I had Nat and the four of us had been close. He was my best friend and one day since moving back home the messages and constant video calls slowly started to fade to one-word messages and 2-minute calls to absolutely nothing from him. I had never told him and he had sensed something was wrong during that last hangout but I never once said a word to him about it. He had also had a job offer in New York and would always ask to meet up and hang out but I would always say I was busy, but the truth was I was miles away from there, too scared to tell him the truth.

“One day the messages stopped coming and he didn’t call anymore,” I say softly which is why I moved on. "Plus we haven’t heard from the rest of the group since graduation, we all fell off the communication wagon. Our entire group has been together since high school, and sure Steve, Bucky, you and I longer than that, I thought we would be in constant contact, us against the world ya know? But it just faded away like those days didn’t mean anything at all” I say softly

“You know that’s not true, it did mean something, I guess we are all just busy with our lives,” she says softly. “But at least we are together”, “forever” I agree with a soft smile as we head back to the apartment.

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tetsunabouquet · 5 months

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When Eyes Meet- Kise Ryota

A/N: Alright, someone actually expressed interest in having this one-shot series finished but I have not received an answer yet when I asked if they had a preference for the next guy so I'm picking Kise! The specific soulmate concept comes from ElfQuest, in case this is actually the first time you came across this series :) Aomine - Murasakibara - Kagami - Kuroko - Akashi - Midorima

As long as mankind had existed, everyone had a second name. The name of their soul. It was a well-guarded secret one might only share with their family and friends as close as blood. However, there was a special instance that exposed one soul name to another, called Recognition. This occured when two people locked eyes with each other and somehow they would know the other's soul name. This is what society calls 'the moment you knew you found your soulmate'. There seemed to be no pattern or rules about how the concept worked. Some people did the moment they met someone, but others would Recognize someone they had known all their lives. Recognition just happened. But one thing was for sure, Recognized couples seemed to have the true love out of a fairy tale. It was something that seemed to evade you. You chalked it up to boys being too intimidated or focused on your beauty to actually properly see you. You were the prettiest girl at Kaijo and used to be a model when you were younger. You hated the toxic fashion industry though and quit during middle school. It wasn't all that bad though, as through modelling you met your best friend, Kise Ryota. In a sea of boys either too intimidated or horny, he seemed to be the only guy who treated you normally. A breath of fresh air. He always listened and understood, even when it were very girly topics like how your middle school classmate, Hitachin Kiki, had made your life a living hell because she was envious of you being prettier then her. It was because of him, that you attended Kaijo anyways. You liked attending school with your best friend, but currently, you were annoyed at the fangirls who just didn't seem to learn. They were squealing around his table, all having a bento box prepared for him. You sighed in irritation as you neared his table, your own bento box in hand. "Ryota, shall we eat lunch together? You don't want to believe what Momoi told me the other day." As his friend, Kise allowed you to call him by his first name and had introduced you to the GOM before. Because you and Momoi were stuck in a pretty similar boat, you had quickly gotten along. The girls all glared at you as Kise stood up with the bento box one of his sisters had prepared for him, neither in need of their bento boxes or wanting to try out their cooking. Kise didn't cared for them at all, and often, the two of you would secretly giggle about them behind their backs. It might be a little cruel, but they made it hard. Their dislike of you didn't earn any sympathy either. As the two of you strode off to your favorite spot on campus, Kise seeming a little extra quiet today. "OI! What's got you down in the dumps? Where's my ray of sunshine?" You teased him lightly, grinning. Kise refused to look at you, which got you to halt him dead in his tracks with our hands on your hips. "Kise Ryota, spill it!" He sighed. "I just feel guilty every now and then." You frowned, confused. "About what?" "You. I know you're into music and that Kaijo has a terrible music program. I just feel like you could be thriving as I am at basketball if you were in a school with a better program and I know I am the only reason why you are here in the first place." You blinked, feeling touched but you didn't like that look on his face. "Ryota," you said tenderly, "Success matters nothing to me if it means I have to stay away from the place where I've been treated with kindness I've never know before. I know you have respected me from the very beginning and that means so much to me." "Of course I have. Do you know how much I admire you from daring to quit modelling? You could have used your modelling connections to become an idol yet you choose freedom. I have never seen someone so wise as you, other then Kurokocchi." You chuckled at that and as you looked fondly into one another's eyes, it happened. "Fohn?" Kise asked as he looked at you, and you felt the shivers down your back as he spoke your soul name. "Yes, Gyl?" You asked, giggling out of the delightul shock, something he silenced as he kissed you. It was as magical indeed.

#knb #kuroko's basketball #knb x reader #kise ryouta #kise ryota x reader #kise ryōta #recognition #momoi #modelling #friends to lovers

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The Extra || Austin Butler x OC

Chapter Eleven

Pairing: Austin Butler x OC

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1493

>> sorry this chapter is short. it's taken me (no joke) a total of three weeks just to write this chapter because I've been a little stuck! but I know where I'm headed with the rest of this story now. I'm sorry it's been so long since I've updated. a lot has been going on in my personal life, and I've just started back uni as of yesterday. I hope you enjoy this filler chapter!! again sorry it's kind of bleh. but I don't want you all to think I've abandoned this story <3

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August 2020

“You know, you never answered that one question I asked about Austin a while back.”

“What question?”

I’m currently curled up on the couch underneath a blanket while on the phone with Luke. As much as I wish I didn’t, I know exactly which question he is referring to. I’ve been preparing to tell him and Olivia about Austin and me and how I already knew him before the movie. But I wasn’t expecting it to be brought up so soon, despite me only having about a month left before we go back to filming. Still, I worry about Luke and Olivia being upset about me not being entirely truthful and not wanting to be in my life anymore.

“Have you ever thought about Austin that way?”

I inhale deeply, watching Austin flip through a book on Elvis as he sits on the floor.

“I’m going to be completely honest with you because I haven’t been since we met,” I say, silently hoping this doesn’t ruin the friendships I’ve built with Luke and Olivia, “But yes, I have thought about Austin that way. In fact, I’ve been thinking about Austin that way for nearly seven years.”

“Seven years?” Luke repeats, his voice teeming with disbelief.

“Yes, seven years. We dated for five, we were split for one, and we have been back together for a good part of this year,” I twist my face up in preparation for Luke to hang up or yell.

“Wow,” Luke sighs and is quiet for a moment before chuckling, “Olivia owes me fifty dollars.”

My face quickly turns into one of shock, my mouth hanging open, “What?”

Austin turns his head to investigate my outburst, his eyebrows furrowing in curiosity.

“We all kind of figured there was something between you two,” Luke says casually, “Besides, we figured if you two were together at some point, there was a reason you were saying you’d never met him before. We just didn’t know what it was.”

I’m still far too stunned to form a coherent sentence, so I just laugh in surprise.

“The way you look at each other and sometimes act around each other is pretty obvious, Roman,” Luke is now laughing as well.

Austin still looked confused about my conversation, so I put my hand over the speaker and whispered that I’d tell him about it later.

“Alright, then. That was a little less painful than I thought it would be but much more shocking than I thought it would be, too,” I joke, pressing my hand to my forehead to regain my senses.

“I’m glad you cleared it up, though. Everything makes a little more sense,” Luke says with a chuckle, “Too bad I can’t ask you to go out for drinks now.”

“Oh?” I raise my eyebrows in surprise, “What do you mean by that, Luke?”

“I wanted to get to know you more, but I wouldn’t want to overstep since you’re with Austin,” Luke confesses.

“I understand,” I say, “We can still hang out when we start filming again, though!”

“Yeah, of course,” Luke clears his throat, “I’ll leave you to it, then. Lots of work to do still. Talk later?”

“Yep, lots of work,” I sigh, “I’ll text you later.”

“What was that all about?” Austin pipes up after I hang up the phone.

“I told Luke about us and how I wasn’t being completely honest about how you and I met. It turns out everyone kind of knew already. He and Olivia made a bet,” I scoff.

“Not surprising when it comes to those two,” Austin shrugs with a chuckle, focusing back on his book.

“Do you want me to go ahead and cut and color your hair, or do you wanna wait until we get back on set?” I ask.

Over the last few months, I’ve been cutting and trimming both of our hair myself since the salons were closed. My mother was in school for cosmetology, so she taught me the basics of cutting and coloring hair. It definitely came in handy this year, especially since Austin’s hair grows like a weed. Now that it’s nearing time for filming again, his hair needs a new dye job. After a few months, he became fully blonde again.

“You can go ahead and do it. I think Baz would appreciate us being prepared,” Austin points out, not looking up from the Elvis book.

I unwrap myself from my blanket and stand up to stretch before making my way to the guest room, where all my stuff is still stored. I dig through the drawers before finally spotting the shears and hair dye tools. I gather the things I need in my arm before heading to the kitchen to dump everything on the island. The black hair dye is in the bathroom under the sink, so I grab that and some conditioner. I pull a chair from the small dining area and put it next to the island. A shorter chair works better than an island stool since Austin is much taller than me. I unbox the dye, pour it into a mixing bowl, and add the conditioner, mixing it with a dye applicator brush.

“Babe!” I called out to Austin, “Grab a towel from the bathroom and come in here!”

Austin comes out of the living room, book in hand, and does as I asked him to. He perches himself on the dining chair, letting me wrap a towel around his shoulders. His nose is still stuck in the book he’s been reading.

“Aus, I don’t want to get hair or dye on your book accidentally, so you might wanna put it away for now,” I say, getting the stuff ready to dye Austin’s hair.

“You’re right,” Austin sighs, closing the book and putting it on the counter a little reluctantly.

While I swipe color onto his hair, we both recite our lines to each other. I’ve been getting better at memorizing many, many lines and scenes. It’s something I’m not entirely used to doing for myself. I subconsciously remembered lines while helping Austin years ago but never did it for my own career. I didn’t need to until now. So, it was a little difficult sometimes to study scenes purposefully. But after a few months, it’s gotten ten times easier.

Before filming would officially resume for everyone, Austin had to rehearse some scenes again, such as the Comeback Special. That would start in about a week. I’m excited to join and watch him become a better Elvis than before, now that he had more time to really dig into who he was. Austin’s voice has become noticeably deeper and has a southern edge to it now that he’s had coaching. He sounds nearly identical to Elvis now.

“Did Luke say something weird while on the phone with you earlier?” After a moment of silence, Austin asks, “You had asked what he had meant about something.”

I somewhat hesitate to answer, knowing how he had previously reacted to my closeness with Luke and Dacre. But knowing one of them actually had an interest in me meant something else entirely.

“Oh, nothing. Luke just wanted to hang out more but didn’t wanna cross any boundaries,” I say, not completely lying, “I just misunderstood what he meant.”

“Oh,” Austin mumbles, “Cause I know he had a little thing for you when you first met. That’s why I acted out when everyone was over. I didn’t want to say anything to you about it.”

My eyebrows shoot up in shock, “Really? He never showed it.”

“We’re actors, Ro. We know how to pretend when it’s necessary.”

“True,” I admit, “But still. I had no idea.”

“If we hadn’t gotten back together and you knew he liked you, would you have dated him?” Austin asks.

I gulp, mulling over the question as I finish applying the dye to Austin’s hair, “I’m not sure. I wasn’t planning on dating while being on set, but things change, obviously.”

“So is that a no?”

I bite my lip to hold back a sarcastic remark, “That would be a no. Because I still had some feelings for you before we got back together, remember?”

“I do,” Austin nods.

I let Austin finish reading his book while the dye processes and I straighten up the condo a little. After a while, I go to rinse out his hair and start to cut it. Eventually, his hair is back to its normal length and as black as night.

“You look like him, you know,” I smile from behind Austin, who is standing in the mirror of the bathroom, running his hands through his half-dry hair.

“I’d sure hope so,” he says, jokingly deepening his voice to sound more like Elvis.

“Come on, let’s go watch some King Creole,” I drag Austin to the living room, where we spend some of our last bits of free time before filming begins again.

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The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 83)

Summary: Steve, Nat and Scott search for help to build a time machine with varying success

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Fluff! Angst! Language!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Chapter 83: A Bigger Brain

For the next couple of days, Steve, Nat and Scott worked on their plan ready to talk to Tony. Steve knew they needed to have their plan more or less sorted before going to Stark, or at least as much as they could with their limited knowledge of quantum physics.

So far their plan was to use the quantum realm to go back in time to retrieve the stones, bring them back to the present day and snap their own fingers to bring everyone else back. It sounded simple enough but Steve knew it was anything but.

As Steve drove to the cabin he kept glancing in the rear-view mirror, watching as JJ and Scott talked animatedly in the back seat. JJ’s giggles echoed in the car as Scott told him an outlandish ant-man story. As he watched his mind instantly went to you, if this plan worked you’d be back, JJ would have a mom again. That alone was enough to convince Steve this was the right idea.

Just before midday, Steve pulled up outside of Tony’s lakeside cabin, as he got out to open JJ’s door he spotted Tony carrying Morgan up to the cabin. He sees Tony’s step falter as he spots Scott and Nat get out of the car. He gives a small nod of greeting before turning and heading inside the house.

“Daddy, can I go?” JJ says looking up at Steve.

“yeah go ahead” Steve nods before calling out to JJ as he ran towards the house “no running!”

Steve let out a sigh as he watched JJ catch up with Tony and Morgan, Tony gently directing the two kids to head inside. Steve slowly walks up the steps to the porch to meet Tony.

“I didn’t realise we had more people joining us for lunch” Tony comments nodding over to Nat and Scott.

“we’re here for more than just PB and Js,” Nat says crossing her arms over her chest.

“I’m guessing it has something to do with this one rising from the dead” Tony comments nodding over to Scott.

“Well, I’ve um not been dead… just trapped” Scott stutters nervously.

“I’m all ears,” Tony says sitting down in one of the deck chairs.

“um well when Thanos happened I was in this thing called the quantum realm, have you heard of the quantum realm?” Scott asks rubbing his hands together nervously.

“of course,” Tony says casually, shrugging his shoulders.

“well my- my team, they were supposed to pull me out but didn’t because they got snapped away so I got stuck in there until a couple of days ago, I don’t know how I got out but I did” Scott continues, Tony just humming along as he nodded his head “but I was only there for like 5 hours, not five years so I like travelled through time”

Tony arches a brow at this before glancing over at Steve and Nat “we were hoping maybe we could use the quantum realm to bring everyone back and reverse the snap” Steve explains.

“yeah- yeah so like we use the realm to go back in time and get the stone and use them to snap everyone back!” Scott exclaims.

Silence falls between the four of them, everyone waiting for Tony’s response. Steve watched as Tony rubbed his chin deep in thought before glancing inside the cabin where he could see Morgan and JJ laughing as they ate their lunch.

“Tony” Steve started slowly.

“I need a drink, you guys want a drink? OJ?” Tony says abruptly standing up from his chair and walking inside.

Steve sighs watching him go before glancing over at Nat who was biting her lip nervously.

“is that a good thing? Like is he gonna help?” Scott stammers trying to watch Tony through the window.

“I don’t know” Steve sighs shaking his head.

Eventually Tony reappears with a tray carrying 4 glasses and a jug of orange juice. Tony not saying a single word made everyone even more nervous.

“sounds pretty impossible” Tony finally says with a sigh as he grabs the jug of juice.

“no, we know what it sounds like” Scott stutters, his nerves getting the better of him.

“Tony after everything you’ve seen, is anything really impossible?” Steve asks.

“quantum fluctuation messes with the Planck scale,” Tony says interrupting Steve “which then triggers the Deutsch proposition, can we agree on that?” he asks passing Steve a glass of juice.

“thank you” Steve mutters as he accepts the glass.

“in layman’s terms it means you’re not coming home” Tony sighs turning to Scott.

“I did” Scott argues.

“no, you accidentally survived” Tony sighs “it’s a billion-to-one cosmic fluke, and now you wanna pull a… what do you call it?” he asks looking over at Scott, passing him a glass.

Scott stutters slightly before answering “a time heist?” Scott offers.

Tony scoffs under his breath “yeah a time heist, of course, why didn’t we think of this before?” Tony asks looking over at Steve “oh because it’s laughable because it’s a pipe dream”

Steve sighs deeply “the stones are in the past, we could go back, we could go get them,” Steve says hoping to convince Tony.

“we can snap our own fingers, we can bring everyone back” Nat continues, nodding her head gently.

“or screw it up worse than he already has, right?” Tony rebuts.

“I don’t believe we would,” Steve tells him.

“gotta say it, I sometimes miss that giddy optimism” Tony sighs nodding over to Steve “however high hopes won’t help if there’s no logical, tangible way for me to safely execute said time heist” Tony continues sitting down in the deck chair once more “I believe the most likely outcome will be our collective demise”

Scott shakes his head “not if we strictly follow the rules of time travel, all right?” he says moving to sit down next to Tony “it means no talking to our past selves… no betting on sporting events”

“I’m gonna stop you right there Scott,” Tony says holding out his hand to silence him “are you seriously telling me that your plan to save the universe is based on Back to the Future?” Tony asks him leaning forward in his chair “is it?”

Scott nervously scoffs shaking his head “no”

“good you had me worried there. cause that would be horseshit, that’s not how quantum physics works” Tony tells him quietly.

“Tony,” Nat says her voice cracking slightly “we have to take a stand”

“We did stand” Tony states looking up at her “we did stand and yet here we are”

“I know you got a lot on the line,” Scott says nodding towards the house “you got a wife, a daughter, but I lost someone very important to me, a lotta people did,” Scott says glancing over his shoulder at Steve “and now we have a chance to bring her back, to bring everyone back, and you’re telling me that you won’t even-” he says beginning to rant.

“That's right Scott, I won’t even” Tony sighs interrupting him “I can’t”

The door opens and both Morgan and JJ run out, Morgan climbing onto Tony’s lap, JJ running straight for Steve. Steve forces a smile for his son, putting his hands on his shoulders to reassure him.

“mommy told us to come and save you” Morgan explains as she hugs Tony.

“good job I’m saved” Tony sighs rubbing her back before turning his attention back to Scott “I wish you were coming here to ask me something else, anything else” Tony sighs as he stands up from his chair “I’m honestly happy to see you guys I just… oh look the tables set for seven,” he says as he goes to walk past.

Steve puts his hand out to stop him “Tony I get it, and I’m happy for you, I really am but this is a second chance” Steve says quietly, glancing down at JJ.

“we’ve got our second chances right here cap,” Tony says nodding to Morgan and JJ “can’t roll the dice on it”

“if you don’t talk shop you can stay for lunch,” Tony says looking over at everyone.

Steve nods his head, gesturing for the other two to head back to the car. Scott goes to argue but Nat grabs his arm and leads him back to the car.

“Tony-“ Steve starts gently.

“Steve I’m sorry, I really am but I just can’t see a path without serious risks,” Tony says shaking his head.

“I know” Steve sighs.

“and I know it’s not what you wanted to hear so if you need some time, I can watch JJ for the rest of the afternoon” Tony offers nodding down to JJ who looked up at Steve hopefully.

“yeah that would be great, I wouldn’t want to cut the play date short” Steve nods gratefully.

“it's nothing, c’mon buddy I’ve got some cool gadgets to show you,” Tony says smiling down at JJ “I’ll see you later cap”

“see you later” Steve sighs “be good for uncle Tony and Auntie Pep okay?” Steve says looking down at JJ.

“I will I promise!” JJ nods smiling up at Steve, unaware of the weight on his shoulders.

“good, see you later bean” Steve smiles ruffling his hair up.

As soon as Steve stepped down off the porch Scott and Nat joined him “well he’s scared” Nat says glancing over her shoulder.

“he’s not wrong” Steve admits with a sigh.

“yeah, but I mean what are we gonna do? We need him. What are we gonna stop?” Scott asks jogging slightly to keep up with Steve’s long strides.

Steve stops turning around to face him, spotting JJ inside the cabin with Pepper, a wide smile on his face as he showed her something. Steve felt a painful pang in his chest knowing that could and should be you.

“no I wanna do it right” Steve sighs pursing his lips as he thought, there was only one person with a brain that could rival Tony’s and he was probably more willing to help “we’re gonna need a really big brain,” Steve says looking over at Nat who nods in understanding.

Scott just looks around confused “bigger than his?” he exclaims pointing behind him.

“I know where he likes to have brunch, we can probably get there in time,” Nat says nodding her head as she climbs into the car.

“who? Who are we seeing?” Scott questions as he gets into the car.

“Banner,” Steve says starting the car and pulling away back towards the city.

Walking into the diner Steve instantly spotted Bruce, which ever since his transformation wasn’t hard. Bruce turned smiling when he spotted Steve and the others, waving them over.

“Hey guys nice to see you! I ordered some food! You want coffee? Can we get some coffee over here? Thank you!” Bruce called out as Steve and the others walked over.

“What the hell” Scott muttered under his breath as he followed Steve.

“it’s a long story,” Nat tells him.

“you must be Scott! Nice to meet you” Bruce smiles holding out his hand towards Scott who shook it hesitantly.

“yeah- yeah that’s me” Scott nods his eyes wide in disbelief.

“now I hope you don’t mind me saying, but I thought you were dead,” Bruce says pointing to Scott.

“you wouldn’t be alone” Scott mutters.

“that’s actually why we’re here,” Steve says making Bruce frown slightly.

“sure let's hear it then,” Bruce says gesturing to the booth.

Scott recounted his story from the quantum realm and how he was able to escape, Bruce eating his sausages and eggs as he listened. Steve’s hand wrapped around his glass of water as he studied Bruce trying to gage how he was feeling and how likely he was to help.

“come on, I feel like I’m the only one eating here, try some of that,” Bruce says once Scott was finished, pushing the large bowl of eggs in his direction.

“I’m so confused” Scott admits shaking his head.

“these are confusing times” Bruce chuckles.

“right, no, no that’s not what I meant” Scott stutters.

“Nah, I get it I’m kidding” Bruce laughs “I know it’s crazy! I’m wearing shirts now!” Bruce exclaims gesturing down to his outfit.

“yeah, what? How? Why?” Scott questions.

“five years ago we got our asses beat, except it was worse for me cause I lost twice” Bruce sighs “first hulk lost, then Banner lost and then we all lost”

“no one blamed you Bruce” Nat reminds him.

“I did,” Bruce says with a weak smile “for years I treated the hulk like he’s some kind of disease, something to get rid of,” Bruce says before glancing over at Steve “but then I started looking at him as the cure, 18 months in the gamma lab, I put the brains and the brawn together and now look at me, best of both worlds”

“um excuse me Mr Hulk?” A girl says approaching the table with two other boys.

“yes?” Bruce smiles turning to look at them.

“can we get a photo?” the girl asks hopefully.

“100% little person” Bruce smiles “c’mon set up, do you mind?” he asks passing the phone to Bruce.

“oh yeah yeah” Scott stutters as he takes the phone.

“thanks” Bruce smiles “say green, green!” he grins with the kids.

“do you wanna grab one with me? I’m ant man” Scott offers as he passes back the phone.

The kids look awkwardly at each other “they’re hulk fans, they don’t know ant-man” Scott laughs awkwardly as he tries to pass the phone back.

Bruce tries to convince the kids, while Scott reassures them it was okay the conversation only gets more awkward when one of the boys says “stranger danger”.

“take the goddamn phone” Scott states ending the conversation.

Steve grabs his water taking a couple of sips as he glances out of the window waiting for the kids to leave and the awkward air to vanish. He let out a long sigh as he put his glass down, his patience wearing thin as he tried to get Bruce’s attention.

“Bruce, Bruce!” Steve says finally getting his attention “about what we were saying” he says getting the conversation back on track.

“right” Bruce sighs, nodding his head as he leans back in his chair “the whole time travel do-over? Eh guys it’s outside my area of expertise” he admits.

“well you pulled this off” Nat points out nodding to his Hulk body “I remember a time when they seemed pretty impossible too”

Bruce sighs nodding his head “okay, I’m not saying there won’t be risks, and I can’t promise anything” Bruce says looking over at Steve “but I’ll give it a go, there’s no harm in trying right?”

Steve breaths out a sigh of relief, he knew there was a chance this wouldn’t work and he shouldn’t get his hope up, but they were closer than they were this morning and that’s all that mattered. All Steve needed was that chance no matter how small.

“thank you Bruce, it really means a lot,” Steve tells him gratefully.

“it’s nothing, I’m assuming you still have the van with the gear in?” Bruce asks turning to Scott.

“yeah, it’s at the compound” Scott nods.

“great, well I’ll need to grab a couple of things from my lab and I could use a hand,” Bruce says looking over at Nat and Steve.

“yeah, we can help” Nat nods.

“I can’t I should probably start making my way to go pick up JJ,” Steve says.

“no problem, how is he?” Bruce asks a smile on his face.

Steve smiles gently “bigger, still the same ray of light he’s always been” Steve smiles.

“good I’m glad” Bruce smiles before clapping his hands together “let's get to work!”

When Steve got back to the lakehouse he found Pepper sat outside reading a book “Hey pep, good book?” he asks as he walks up the steps.

“I don’t know only just started it, never realised how little time you have for this sort of stuff once you have kids” Pepper chuckles as he walks over.

“yep, you only really get the evenings and by then you’re too tired” Steve chuckles shaking his head “what’s it about?” he asks.

“composting,” Pepper tells him making his eyebrow rise in amusement.

“sounds thrilling” He smirks.

“oh it really is” Pepper chuckles, and she smiles warmly up at him “you seem like you’re in a much better mood, did Bruce give you the answers you wanted?” she asks him.

“Tony told you?” Steve asks, Pepper nodding her head gently “well he said he’d try, its still a billion to one chance but…” he says before trailing off at the end, looking out at the lake, his mind going to you knowing how much you’d love this view.

“it’s a chance” Pepper finishes for him.

“yeah” Steve whispers looking down at the floor, he then clears his throat “how was JJ?”

“good as gold as always, you’ve raised such a good kid Steve, you should be really proud” Pepper smiles “they’re just in the den, they all fell asleep watching movies, Tony included”

Steve lets out a small huff of a laugh “thanks for watching him” Steve thanked her.

“It's nothing, we love to have him, He and Morgan together are so sweet, I love their friendship,” Pepper says as she stands up, opening the door to lead Steve inside.

“me too, I’m glad he has a friend like Morgan, in a way it reminds me of myself and Bucky but I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not” Steve admits making Pepper laugh.

“well at least we know they’ll have each other’s back” Pepper smiles before gently pushing open the door to the den.

As Steve steps in he spots the three of them fast asleep, Tony sat in between the two kids, head resting back on the back of the small couch, his arms wrapped around the kids as the curled up on either side of him. Steve and Pepper made sure they were quiet as they walked over, Pepper quickly taking a photo before gently waking Tony up.

“hm, what?” Tony snorted as he woke up “oh hey Rogers” he says after blinking a couple of times.

“Hey Tony, thanks for watching JJ, hope he didn’t wear you out too much,” Steve says quietly as he carefully lifts JJ up from the couch, making sure not to wake him.

“tire me out? what are you talking about?” Tony yawns “c’mon let me walk you out,” he says carefully getting up from the couch so he didn’t disturb Morgan.

Steve gives him a small smile of thanks before the pair of them start walking out of the house. The entire walk back to his car was silent and Steve knew it wasn’t just because JJ was still asleep. Tony only spoke up once Steve had put JJ in the car and quietly shut the door.

“look Rogers, I am sorry I couldn’t be more help with this time heist stuff” Tony sighs shaking his head “I know how much you want her back, and if I was in your position I’d be the same but all I can see are risks”

Steve lets out a long sigh nodding his head “its okay Tony” he says quietly.

“it's just that, there’s too much on the line, what if it went wrong and JJ lost you too, as well as everyone else that cares for him” Tony points out “and if it did go right, you can’t undo the past five years” he continues gesturing back to his house “and the world has changed, countries no longer exist, borders have changed, we’ve had new diseases, people have moved on, gotten remarried, had kids and died, bringing half the universe back could cause more problems than it would solve, people are gonna be homeless, alone, with no jobs and no money”

Steve sighs nodding his head “I know, I know it won’t be easy, people are going to need a lot of help to readjust but we have to at least try, I know if I asked my support group if they wanted their loved ones back I know they’d all say yes in a heartbeat” he says.

“I get that” Tony sighs “I would too, I just want you to full think this through, I know you’re pretty good at doing that, but you also used to jump out of jets without a parachute” Tony points out making Steve chuckle gently.

“Y/N put a stop to that,” Steve says smiling to himself “she kept me in line”

“I know, and I’m just trying to do the same in her place,” Tony says gently.

Steve nods his head slightly, glancing back into the car where JJ was still fast asleep, he knew what Tony was saying was right, there were a lot of risks he needed to consider, the most important being what could happen to him and subsequently JJ.

“Thanks Tony” Steve nods before smirking slightly “if only you through Ultron through like this”

Tony groans rolling his eyes “it's been years Rogers, drop it” Tony states pointing at Steve who was still smirking “go on get out, I can’t look at you anymore”

Steve laughs nodding his head “see you around Tony” he smiles opening his car door and climbing inside.

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Descendants Sortings

Mal

Mal is a burned Lion Primary. It isn’t obvious at first, but the more her character developed over the course of the series, the more clear it became she is not a Snake -frankly, this girl would have been better off if she would have taken a more self-serving Snake mentality (uo, I know!) in the latter movies- and no Bird, as she shows none of the signs. I did debate whether she might be a Badger primary or no, but both her ‘I want’ songs (If Only and My once upon a time) show she is a burned Lion who is desperate to unburn, but well, her internal compass has been skewed by being raised by Maleficent: “I can't decide/ What's wrong, what's right/ Which way should I go?”/“You had a cause to serve, but did you serve it?”

Mal really really needs a Cause to work for. In Descendants 1, her Cause is making her mother proud by stealing the wand. In Descendants 2, her new Cause is to be the perfect lady of the court and girlfriend for Ben. And she feels like she’s failing miserably at it, which is why she lives for the Isle. This and the fact that Mal is pretty much facing an identity crisis here and feels like her entire life is being caged by the life everyone else is planning for her. Both nightmarish situations for a Lion who isn’t entirely unburned yet. In the third movie, Mal’s Cause is to be a good queen for Auradon, no matter the price. I personally find Mal’s arc very compelling and intriguing as I think we rarely see a protagonist who is loved by the narrative supporting a point of view the narrative disagrees with, but still be treated with empathy by it.

Her Secondary is even more interesting to me cause before rewatching, I would have never thought she is a Bird Sec, but yet it is so plain! Mal uses magic as a very efficient tool despite never being formally taught. She just gets handed a book and is told to figure it out on the fly. And she does it spectacularly … by paying attention to the instructions like with the love potion. She’s also the planner of the group, some of the plans being better than others (drugging Ben, giving Uma the fake wand etc.). And last, but not least: Mal is an information gatherer. One seemingly insignificant scene that showcases a great lot about Mal is in the car in the first movie, when she asked which button opens the barrier. They almost died, witnessed magic for the first time and are leaving their homes, yet this is on her mind.

Evie

Evie is the textbook Badger Secondary. She is defined by her sewing and hard work. The girl is so good at it, she manages to buy her own castle with the money! I do think she has a Snake Secondary Model in order to play the role of The Temptress that was forced on her.

I had a harder time figuring out the primary, but one thing is clear from the start: Evie is a Loyalist. She’s the one who is more or less keeping the group together and she sometimes clashes a little bit with Mal, as Loyalists don’t see the bigger picture the way Idealists do, which in Evie’s case, is a very good thing. I contemplated Badger, but I’m pretty sure she’s a Snake actually. Evie may be one of the biggest advocates for the Isle kids, but she only becomes one after she says Dizzy again. In D2, Evie is willing to go to the Isle to save Mal even though she’s afraid she might get stuck there. And yet she still volunteers to stay with Mal there, because Mal is her best friend. Evie is a Snake through and through and I think it’s very interesting how in the third movie, which shows the darker side of Lion primaries, it’s Snake!Evie (and Uma) that are framed as being right.

Jay

Jay has a Snake secondary he uses to steal and charm people. And sometimes to exploit loopholes eg. making Lonnie captain in the second movie. He is a Lion Primary, of the Glory Hound variety in the first movie. His entire arc there is to learn how to work inside a team.

Carlos de Vill

Carlos is also an immature primary, but unlike Jay, he is a Hedonistic Snake. When they first arrive in Auradon, he’s mostly interested in eating chocolate and playing video games. He’s also the one most annoyed later on by Evie and Mal always going off to chat amongst themselves leaving him and Jay out of the loop. Bird secondary: he is a tech genius and knowledge gatherer (see how he tries to see if his clapping can make the statue change in D1).

King Ben

Let’s make one thing clear, D1!Ben is smart. And a troll (see him introducing Mal to his parents or how he tells Mal he knew about the love potion). He is framed as the Big Damn Hero in both the first and the second movie, which of course made me think he had one of the ‘heroic’ primaries: Badger or Lion. I settled on Lion, as it is incredibly easy for him to go against the grain. Something not a lot of people can say in this franchise. He’s also extremely concerned with upholding his role as a good king. He forgives Mal for the love potion because she risks her life to save him, which convinces him she is not an evil person. Ben has very firm convictions. He is the only one who stands up for the VKs at Family Day despite being the one with an actual reason to hate them.

He definitely has a Fluid Secondary, as a huge part of his charm is the fact that he tries to make himself liked. But he’s also a hard worker who disapproves heavily of taking shortcuts (see his fight with Mal over her using magic for everything) which made me go with Badger.

Uma

Uma is a classic (exploded) Snake primary. It seems to be all about Mal in D2. She’s enraged when Mal says she’s never given Uma a thought since she left. Ben offers her to come to Auradon and be part of a solution for saving other VKs. But Uma refuses. And I think it’s both because she wants to do things her way, but also because Uma is not exactly looking at the bigger picture here the way Ben is. ‘You don’t get to win everytime.’ These are her words to Mal when she realizes she had been tricked with a fake wand. Her secondary is a little trickier but I’m going with Bird because, here’s the thing, Uma is Mal’s mirror. Ben clocks it almost immediately: “She’s an angry girl with a bad plan. Not so different from you when you first came to Auradon.” Mal also constantly shows that she understands Uma and her methods better than anyone. Uma even uses the same plan as Mal when she uses the love spell on Ben. These girls are two sides of the same coin. (A bit of a side note, but I’m really curious how they are going to handle Uma as the Principal of Auradon Prep in D4. The clips we’ve seen so far make me really optimistic. Plus, since I’ve been hopelessly contaminated by TVD and never cured, Uma as principal reminded me of Caroline as headmistress in Legacies and yeah, I’m very optimistic this means good things for Uma xDD).

Li Lonnie

Lion Secondary as she is extremely honest and straightforward: “I know you hate us. And you are evil. But I’ve got money.” she says when she wants Mal to give her a new haircut. You don’t really get more Lion than that. Her primary was harder but from the first movie she looked to me like an Idealist with the way she saw the world: “Even villains love their kids.” I’m thinking Lion as in D2, she clearly goes to the Isle to prove herself by saving the king. Sounds familiar? Well, Lion primary Mulan did the same.

Princess Audrey

Audrey is another Lion Secondary girl in Auradon. Seriously this girl’s attempts at manipulation, make Mal look subtle: “Make me your queen and I’ll wake everybody up.” Villain!Audrey was a hammer: all raw power, no finesse. D1!Audrey was no better either, see her very blunt introduction to the VKs.

Audrey is a Badger Primary, no doubt in my mind about it. She’s very upset when the VKs disturb the Auradon Prep hierarchy and she exhibits some very typical Badger prejudices. “And then everybody looks good. So where would I be?” Audrey asks when she realizes Mal is giving the other girl make-overs, because she needs the social validation from being the prettiest princess there. In D3 it kills her that she did everything right and still someone else gets to be queen. I find it super interesting that Audrey asks Ben to ‘make [her] queen’ when she definitely had the power to crown herself. You might think it was because she loved him, but Queen of Mean ,which is her ‘I want’ song, shows very clearly that it was never about Ben the person. What she wants is his validation, because Audrey was raised to believe that his opinion, as the King, is the most important one. Audrey isn’t a Snake looking to have Ben for herself, a Lion seeking glory or a Bird trying to ‘rectify’ a system that is wrong; she is a Badger who is working within the confines of her society to achieve the status she wants.

Jane

Jane is so so Burned, I can’t help but wonder what the hell was Fairy Godmother doing cause she sure as hell wasn’t parenting her daughter the way she was supposed to. Jane is a Badger Primary who was ostracized by her only community so of course she latches onto Mal and Evie the first time they show her kindness. But D1 is a story about the failings of Badger primaries and the sheep mentality, so when she gains status and the VKs lose it following the events of Family Day, of course Jane aligns herself with the popular kids. She’s not gonna risk becoming an outcast again. This is also the driving force behind her stealing the wand. Her secondary is also super burned, but I’m betting on Lion. Not only is she extremely honest and impulsive, but Lion seems to be the default secondary for Auradon girls. Which is super interesting since generally Lion is not the secondary framed as the most feminine, but here it is.

...I just realized Jane is the burned version of Audrey. Oh, the irony!

Harry Hook

Double Snake, most likely. He is loyal to Uma and Uma only. He also has the ~vibe of a Snake secondary.

Prince Chad Charming

Chad is such a Snake Primary with Audrey as his person. He’s also pretty hedonistic as seen in D2: Ben might be dying, but the most important think is well, could Chad be second in line for the throne? I was a bit unsure of his secondary, but I think it is Badger as the only two times he’s successful (getting Evie in trouble for using the mirror, snapping at the VKs at Family Day) is when he involves other people.

Doug

Another Badger Primary. After Family Day, he gives into the peer pressure and shuns the VKs like everyone else. Maybe Badger Secondary too? Who knows, honestly this guy doesn’t have that much of a personality. But he seems to be a Bookkeeper Badger with the way he and Evie understand each other.

Gil

Gil doesn’t get to shine much, but I think he may be another Double Badger, and probably one of the sweetest Badger in the whole series. And considering he is the son of Gaston, I can’t help but appreciate the irony.

Dizzy

Dizzy is framed as a mirror for Evie in the second movie: the girl who could be so much more, if only she got the chance. This makes me think the two house share and Dizzy is a Snake Badger too. Which honestly tracks with the way she works at the salon and seems to hold no grudge on Evie getting to achieve her dreams while she doesn’t. Because Evie is her person, so of course Dizzy can’t be mad at her.

Celia Facillier

Celia is a Snake Primary who wants the guarantee of being able to see her father after she comes to Auradon, because she loves her father. It’s that simple. Considering how she throws the ember in the water out of rage when she realizes Mal has been lying to her, I’m thinking Lion Secondary.

Tl; Dr

Mal - (burned) Lion/Bird

Evie - Snake/Badger with Snake model

Jay - Glory Hound Lion/Snake

Carlos - hedonistic Snake/Bird

Ben - Lion/Badger

Uma - (exploded) Snake/Bird

Lonnie - Lion/Lion

Audrey - Badger/Lion

Jane - burned Badger/bunred Lion

Harry - Snake/Snake

Chad - Snake/Badger