#Two things I love: (1) Steve being the only one that truly thinks they’re being spied on and
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You probably get this all the time, and I don't know why I only thought about this now, but I'm suddenly fascinated by the idea of a government employee who knows about the Upside Down that has been tasked with keeping an eye on Eddie's TikTok page and just constantly being so frustrated
I never get this but I have thought about it at length!!! Lol.
I just picture one overworked and underpaid agent being tasked with the whole *hand waving* Hawkins Situation.
There used to a time when the Hawkins Project was a coveted position given to the best agents with the highest clearance, but now… Now all the gates to the other world have been closed. There’s been no activity in three decades. Brenner’s dead. The Russians defuncted their projects. The girl – Eleven or Jane, or whatever – hasn’t blown anything up since the nineties.
The Hawkins job is a babysitting job with CIA-level clearance, and it’s just… it was supposed to be a cakewalk but. There’s just… there are so many of them.
And for a while, they were spread all over the country.
One of them is a US Senator now and she called the head of the FBI ‘a bitch’ and ‘a coward’ on a hot mic last week, and maybe.
Maybe for the sake of national security and their own sanity, maybe this agent pulled a few strings and dotted a few more I’s than they’re authorized to just to get Lucas Sinclair, Maxine Mayfield-Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, Nancy Wheeler, and Robin Buckley back in Chicago.
Maybe they did that. There’s no paper trail, but maybe they did.
It’s easier to keep track of a ‘party’ of people if most of them are in the same state.
This Party – as they fondly call themselves – barely qualified as a threat anymore. They are barely a concern at this point. Only a few of them are considered dangerous enough to require anything more than the occasional check-in. Those people being Jane Hopper, James ‘Jim’ Hopper, Nancy Wheeler, Murray Bauman, and – much to this agent’s annoyance – Edward Munson.
Eddie wouldn’t be a cause for concern if he wasn’t so goddamn loud. He is in no way a threat to national security but the CIA doesn’t love when people allude to a defuncted Cold War project that resulted in an inter-dimensional serial killer murdering a bunch of small town high school students.
This agent does not believe that Eddie Munson knows what an NDA is or that he signed one.
It is one thing to write songs about demon bats and hell spilling into small town Americana or to make your album cover resemble the charred remains of Henry Creel’s disfigured body (‘yeah’ the agent thinks, ‘you’re not that slick, Munson’) but it is something else to announce to your millions of TikTok followers that you got rabies in a hell dimension.
This agent does not have enough pull to persuade Congress to outright ban TikTok and actually thinks that a TikTok ban would be an overreach of government control, but damn if it would not have made their life easier. Though they fear that Munson would just go to YouTube and the idea of longer content makes them shiver.
And by the way, this agent expected better from Steven Harrington!
This agent liked Steve! He was one of their favorites!!
Steve didn’t make waves. He lived a quiet life, paid his taxes, and barely had a social media presence. He was an absolute dream to be monitoring until Eddie downloaded that cursed clock app.
Steve was never viewed on the same threat level as Jane Hopper or Murray Bauman, but he was a closely monitored subject due to his long-term injuries and his time spent in the alternate dimension and the Russian bunker under Starcourt Mall. Despite close monitoring, there is no note in his file of any digression until Eddie started shoving Tiktok in his face.
This agent sits in their office at the CIA’s Chicago location.
In the basement, at the end of a long dusty corridor, beneath a buzzing fluorescent light, they get a notification on their computer. It’s from Tiktok, and this agent breathes in slowly. They rub at the forming headache between their brows and names it Eddie Munson.
They click the notification, waits a second for the shitty wifi to bring them to the app, and watches as Steve Harrington says, “Technically we’re time travelers.”
And they sigh.
#Two things I love: (1) Steve being the only one that truly thinks they’re being spied on and#(2) some guy in a middle management-like job having to keep track of all the dumb shit they do#this agent is the reason Eddie gets stopped by the TSA every time he flies. It’s revenge#eddie munson tiktok saga#steve harrington#eddie munson
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Somebody loves you, you got a friend (part 3)
Part 1, Part 2.
Ready for some actual plot?! This is also where I’m the most vague and not at all confident in my writing but here we go anyway enjoy! ~
Life goes on, he and Eddie become thick as thieves. All of their classmates are completely thrown by it, Nancy most of all. She tried talking to him at one point, again, and he turned right around.
Then, he’s hit with his heat.
Honestly, it’s his own fault for even forgetting it.
It’s also his fault for not telling Eddie.
Because it hits on a random school day and normally, the two of them hang out at school and after. So, when he wakes up feeling gross and empty, he doesn’t even have time to call ahead. On top of that, his dad called his mom away.
As he gets out of the shower, feeling more alive, there’s a loud knocking on his front door. Pulling on clothes is a chore and this is the one thing he hates about being an omega.
Probably pulling open the door without looking to see who it is first, is a mistake. Clearly. Because before his mind registers it, he’s pulling the person inside and pushing them up against the wall.
Then he’s hit with a scent combination of smoke, rain and freshly cut grass. One of his absolute favorite scents out there. He blinks and he’s met with Eddie looking at him, then arousal is filling his scent. Steve’s heat-brain doesn’t even think, just pulls the alpha to him and crashes their lips together.
It’s not the last time either.
The heat-brain doesn’t last long, thankfully, and they can talk. Even if they’re both entirely naked and have already shoved their tongues into each other’s mouths.
“Sorry” Steve whispers, his head resting on top of Eddie’s chest, “I didn’t mean to jump you.”
Eddie just laughs, pulling him closer to him, “I’ll be honest, didn’t expect this when i decided to come here. Very happy about it, though”
The omega doesn’t say anything at first, moves his sore body up and then straddles the alpha, looking down at him with a frown. “Is it because you get a few days of sex or because you like me?”
Eddie’s hands fly to his hips and holds him steady as the alpha moves slightly to sit up, then moves one of his hands to Steve’s face. A soft smile and what Steve hopes, awe and adoration in his eyes, “Stevie, because I like you. A lot, I’ll be honest the sex is just a bonus”
——— Two Months Later ———
Something feels off, Steve isn’t sure what exactly it is. But he knows, something is off and it’s pissing him off.
First, he’s waking up feeling nauseous all the damn time. He can’t stand certain smells, his mom’s perfume for example, one of his favorite scents and lately he can’t even stand it to be near it. Thankfully his other favorite scent, Eddie’s scent, is fine and one of the only things to actually settle and soothe him.
Second, he feels like absolute shit all the damn time. And can’t figure out which can hurt more, his chest, stomach or his legs.
The only thing he’s feeling great about is the fact that he and Eddie are a couple now and it’s truly the best feeling in the world. He didn’t think an alpha could be this good and actually want him.
He’s currently on his knees in front of his toilet, dry heaving whatever is left in his system. Feeling like absolute trash.
“Steve, sweetie, what is going on? Are you ok?” He hears his mom through the door along with her knocking, “Steve?”
He groans, pushing himself off the ground and walks over to open the door, only to rush back to the toilet to throw up again. Hearing his mom walk over and then bind down, she’s wearing her perfume currently but the smell coming from the toilet is enough for him to not shove his hand against his nose.
“I feel like shit, mom”
She only lets out a hum, smoothing his hair away from his face and he’s hit with her scent of lavender and eucalyptus. Sighing, he chases the warmth of his mom’s hand and whines when it’s pulled away. Opening his eyes, he sees his mom staring at him with concern and before he knows it, she’s standing up and turning around.
“I’ll be right back, sweetie”
Then he’s alone again, but not for long. His eyes pop open when he’s hit with something on the back of his head. Glaring at his mom, he blindly grabs whatever it is and pulls it forwards to find….
A pregnancy test.
“No, oh no.” He mumbles, looking at the stick, “mom, no. I-“
She shakes her head and doesn’t look pissed off, but he can see the tiny bit of disappointment before she’s looking back at him like she always does, with nothing but adoration and love. “Steve, sweetie, I know you and Eddie spent your heat together last month. There’s a chance you might be, until we can get a doctors appointment, this is the only way”
His eyes sting as he stares at the offending stick and then back at his mom. “But, but I’m only-“
She nods and bends down next to him a sad smile on her lips, “I know, sweetie. It’s ok, really, it is. I’ll still love you and will be right here with you the entire time.”
“What about Eddie? He’s only a year older- we’re both-“
She shakes her head, “Steve, sweetie, don’t worry about that right now. We don’t even know if you are yet. It’s still a what if until you take that test and we visit a Doctor.”
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Steve is nervous, anxious and scared.
His own scent of lemon and honey is overwhelming even to his own nose. His mom is sitting next to him and holding his hand tightly in hers.
They’ve been in this stiff waiting room for fifteen minutes now and the only other person in here smells like burnt wood and they’re clearly here for a regular check up, the near silence is getting to his head.
“Harrington?”
They both shoot up and follow the nurse to an empty room, the equipment already next to the uncomfortable bed. His nervousness is back in full force, as he listens to the nurse tell him to lay back.
“Ok, Steve, I’m going to put this gel over your abdomen. Will you please move your shirt up? It’s a little cold, but only for a second”
The coolness from the gel, is needed to him. It shocks him back from the anxious and nervous thoughts running in his head, not that any of what’s going on it in makes sense.
It’s mostly silent in the room, the only sounds is beeping from the equipment and their breathing. Then as the nurse rolls the wand over his abdomen, there’s another sound and it’s beating.
His mom lets out a sharp breath and his eyes are stinging. Then he forces his head to look at the machine, and clear as day on the screen is a little blob.
It’s so tiny, you can’t even tell what actually it is he’s looking at. But the nurse moves the camera wand slightly and it’s there and the sound doesn’t change. His mom squeezes his hand and he can’t pull his eyes away from the screen. He thinks the nurse is talking, but he can’t hear them, can’t even hear his mom respond.
He blinks and then blinks again, suddenly the sound is gone and it’s just his mom with him.
“Sweetie-“
“I’m sorry” he manages to choke out and he can feel the tears roll down his face, “I- I’m sorry mama”
“Oh Stevie, no.” She whispers and pulls him tight against her, “Sweetheart, baby, you do not need to be sorry. You and Eddie just weren’t careful, and it’s okay. I still love you and will always support you, ok? Whatever you decide”
He doesn’t answer and just cries into her chest. He sobs and tries to listen to his mom whisper in his ear, telling him how much she loves him and everything he always hears when he’s upset.
Expect, he doesn’t actually hear her. Not really. The machine is off, the thing is no longer against him. But he can still hear the beating, the heartbeat.
The baby’s heartbeat.
His baby.
Eddie’s baby.
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Oh look at that angst 😌 we gotta even out the sweetness in this somehow! So you get a cliffhanger and you get to wait for Eddie’s reaction! Which honestly, you should know how it ends up from a snippet I shared a while ago.
If anything seems out of place, it’s because I wasn’t alive in the 80’s and haven’t been pregnant ✌️ also didn’t feel like researching anything for this. So I’m going off my own knowledge from stories I’ve heard or fics I read. (P sure pee on the stick pregnancy tests wasn’t around in the 80s tho) I’m rambling, hope you enjoyed it and if you see any mistakes or have questions, my dms & ask box is always open 🥰
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Your tags about fics/posts having Steve in his 20's on the post about the stancy age gap.
I swear fics that age Steve up into his 20's in s3/4 is almost always done for two reasons. The first is to make him seem stupid, like he'd been held back, possibly multiple times as it is canon that he graduated just prior to season 3. Or it's to make him seem more pathetic or creepy for being so close to the kids.
(I don't read much stancy fic but it seems to be a problem across st fic with them disrespecting Steve like that)
i actually really do believe people age up steve so they can say he’s been held back to make eddie seem more academic than him. so they can keep making their idiot steve jokes without having to acknowledge that steve graduated on time and eddie didn’t.
because that shit did not happen before eddie got introduced.
and before people come screaming about me calling eddie stupid. 1. hypocrite much lmao 2. eddie not being academic isn’t a bad thing!! it just means he’s not good at school. like damn. doesn’t mean he’s a bad person, or has no ability to think at all. some people just don’t thrive at school! who gives a fuck! it’s just fucking annoying that those same people will make joke after joke about steve being unable to read. and are unable to recognise how disgusting what they’re saying is.
anyway… topic that could make me rant for a million years lmao
but yeah, people loooovvveeee to make steve look as pathetic as possible. and then also say that steve doesn’t actually care about the kids at all at the same time. they’ll shit on him whatever way possible. sad really. have they never experienced joy?
(honestly, i’ve not seen any stancy fic doing this shit. truly one of the only ships that doesn’t try to make steve out to be a huge joke that their partner is only with because he’s hot. it’s actually really sad because the appeal of steddie when eddie was first introduced is a male love interest that doesn’t treat steve like shit!! that he has a good relationship with!!! and yet fics make them even worse than harringrove. wtf is up with that???)
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You’re So Vain - Chapter 10
Dieter Bravo x female reader
Co-written with @absurdthirst
Oscar winning star Dieter Bravo’s reputation is suffering after the debacle of “Cliff Beasts 6″ and “Beasts of the Bubble”, so his management team has signed him on to a publicity stunt to find his soulmate and show the world a softer side of the erratic and unpredictable star. The plan quickly go awry, though, when Dieter’s soulmate wants nothing to do with him.
Rating: E for Explicit! 18+! We finally made it!
Word Count: 17.1k
Warnings: *Blanket warning for chronic illness, cursing, and deceased family members. This is a Dieter fic, folks, so there absolutely will be discussions of drugs, drug use, and addiction.* Enemies to lovers, fingering, train sex, vaginal sex, protected sex, impromptu bondage, biting, FEELINGS, there’s so much yearning in this chapter oh god, exhibitionism, sex toys.
Summary: Dieter has gone out of his way to make your birthday special, but you have no idea just how far he’s truly gone.
Notes: There’s a bit of dialogue in this chapter that is mentioned as been spoken in Swiss German although it is simply written in italicized English. Not knowing anyone who speaks the language fluently, we decided to not simply rely on an online translator and use our imaginations instead!
Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6 ~ Ch 7 ~ Ch 8 ~ Ch 9
It hadn't taken much for Dieter to convince the director and producers of his film to let you do the portraits that would appear on screen as painted by his character. You had predicted that they would consider it a great marketing angle and you were right - but the director actually said that he liked your style and had asked what you would charge to do a portrait of his wife for a Christmas gift. Now you have a small space all your own at the studio where the canvases, brushes, paints, and myriad of other supplies procured for you by the set design team all sit alongside reference photos of Dieter for the four portraits that you have agreed to produce during the time that you're here in Switzerland. Today has been a particularly long day. Fourteen hours at the studio for the both of you, and Dieter has been working with barely any breaks. You're completing the second of four portraits in your little makeshift studio with the remnants of your dinner from the craft services table that you fetched for yourself hours ago, wishing it could have been a nice dinner out with Dieter somewhere or even room service. Things have been going so well - so much better than you ever could have imagined - and with tomorrow being your birthday you're seriously looking forward to the train ride to Basel about as much as you're nervous about the tattoo appointment that you'll have while you're there. The only thing that could make it better would be Steph and Nora magically appearing at the hotel, but you know they're going to the aquarium tomorrow so you'll just look forward to your FaceTime call instead.
“Deet!” Dieter has to stop himself for rolling his eyes and sighing when he hears his name being called by the director. Not that he hates working with this guy, he actually really likes his vision - he was just ready to grab you and go the fuck back to the hotel. Turning around, he nods to the middle-aged man who was bringing the script to life. “Yeah?”
"We've got a quick little thing we want to add to the schedule tomorrow," he flashes Dieter a smile, knowing that his lead actor has asked for the day off. But he's figured out a way that he thinks will make it palatable for the star. "Just a couple of hours in the late morning, I know today was a long one."
“Remember, I said I was unavailable tomorrow.” He gives Steve a slightly apologetic shrug and shakes his head. “Sorry.”
“It’s just two little hours in the morning.” The director insists, certain that he can make the prospect appealing. They’re not behind on filming at all but they could get ahead, and the studio would love it. “In and out, you’ll barely even notice you were here.”
Dieter frowns, not liking the way he was pushing. “Sorry, man.” He shakes his head again. “Tomorrow is my soulmate’s birthday. That’s why I said I was unavailable.”
You had no intention of eavesdropping. You really didn't. But your door is half open for air flow and they can't be more than a few feet away. The brush poised in your hand to and a few final strokes to the canvas nearly drops into your lap at the same time your face falls. They want him to work tomorrow...will he get in trouble if he keeps refusing? You really don't want the director to end up upset with him... "I'll move it up to earlier in the morning if you want. She'll never even realize you got out of bed." Steve asks, playing it off like it's nothing at all. "What's two little hours?"
He understands prodding, he’s done it plenty of times to get his way, but right now it’s irritating. “Her birthday is twenty-four hours.” Dieter tells him flatly. “I’m unavailable for every one of them.”
"It's just a birthday." Doing his best to make it sound easy and breezy, Steve shrugs his shoulders again. "She'll have another one next year. It's not a big deal."
Scoffing, Dieter shakes his head in disbelief this time. “Yeah, she will. But I think leaving the woman who is my soulmate by herself in a country that she doesn’t know by herself is a pretty shitty thing to do.” Dieter argues. “I’ve already said that I’m off and we have plans.”
"Gonna be another long day when you get back, then." Steve huffs, sensing he's lost the battle. "And your girl better have that painting done before you guys leave tonight."
“That’s fine.” Dieter frowns slightly but doesn’t snap at the man. He understands the pressure from the studio is intense, but production is ahead of schedule. “She’s working on it now.”
"See you day after tomorrow then." While the man might look frustrated, he doesn't push the point anymore and strolls on down the hallway. Maybe he can get his leading lady to come in for some extra work tomorrow instead so he can still get ahead of things.
Dieter huffs to himself, knowing that there is no way he could possibly miss any portion of your birthday. He would be the world’s biggest dick for that. He turns and moves towards your space, ready to see how far along you are.
"Hey." Alright, you might be a little - a lot - soft after hearing him adamantly defend wanting to spend time with you, so when you look up and see him in your doorway you can't help but smile. "You done for the day, handsome?"
The past week has been good - really good - between the two of you and he’s giving you an easy smile in return. Even if it’s slightly tired. “They’ve finally released us for the day.” He confirms, walking into the small room and looking around as was his habit.
"Last few brushstrokes." You motion at the canvas before applying just a tiny bit more paint to the bust on the figure in front of you before you nod at it in approval. "This one is officially done. Do you want to take a look before we leave?"
“I always want to see what you paint.” Dieter drops a kiss on your forehead and turns to look at the canvas.
"It's the one I sketched last week." On the second day you spent together, you had spent a few hours of the evening with him sitting so you could sketch out a portrait for him to show his director along with a few other pieces from your sketchbook. He had huffed at you for focusing on his profile when it made his nose the focus of his face, but he hadn't had any idea at the time that the real focus of the piece would be his eyes.
This - you and him - has become significantly easier over the past week, making Dieter wonder at times how the hell things had gone so wrong at the beginning. He knew, of course, but still - this was what he wanted. You sliding your free hand around his waist and tugging him close to your body on your stool as he catches sight of the portrait. "I—" He's stunned. The vulnerability in the brown eyes on the canvas makes him feel exposed. Raw and open for all the world to see. It's as if every bit of pain and joy he's ever experienced is on display. All his sins and triumphs listed. He can't even think of words right now as he stares at the face that he sees in the mirror every morning and yet, seemingly never sees this.
“What do you…um…” You panic slightly when he doesn’t say anything. After a week you’re used to Dieter’s low-key constant stream of consciousness. He’s rarely totally silent but when he is it’s usually because he’s thinking about something very deeply. But now that it’s your portrait of him that he’s contemplating, you’re nervous. “You…do you hate it?”
“No.” The word is almost forced out of him in surprise. Surprised that he doesn’t hate it. Not that your art is bad, he just doesn’t like himself. “It’s— I look real.” He tries to put it into words, but it’s almost impossible. “I— you see everything.”
“You’re always so busy hiding your eyes…” The look on his face reads shock, and you shift nervously on your stool. “I wondered how often you actually look at them.”
"As little as I can." He admits quietly, his hold on you becoming slightly more desperate. Unable to believe that you see him, exactly like this. There's a word that flutters through his mind and scares the hell out of him, so he doesn't say it. Never wanting to give you that ability to crush him, but it’s now something that is on the edge of his consciousness.
“Danica said the eyes are the windows to the soul,” you remind him softly. Not that he needs to be reminded of what his sister said to him years ago. Instead of saying anything else, you just wrap your other arm around his waist and look up at him. “Anyway, I—I’m glad you don’t hate it. Since you’re going to have to look at it a lot on set.”
There is just a moment where the two of you are staring at each other, one that makes Dieter want to say something. Something crazy and reckless and would be something that shattered this tentative relationship the two of you have started. Lining up with that word that is still knocking around in his addled brain. Instead, he leans in and presses his lips to yours, not wanting to fuck up.
The kiss is deep but not lascivious, more gentleness than lust, and that word floats through your head again for the hundredth time but you tamp it back down before pulling away. “Ready to go home, Dee?” Home. It’s silly, but that’s what the hotel has become.
"Are you done for today?" He asks, biting his lip as he pulls back to stop that sappy little smile from riding across his face at the idea of going 'home' with you. "We have things to do tomorrow, so running back over here isn't an option." He winks, not mentioning your birthday, instead giving you a dirty innuendo.
“This is actually finished, so I’m ready to go.” Standing up propels you into his arms a little bit deeper, and you can’t help but smile a little bit wider. “Thank you, by the way.”
"For what?" He cocks his head in confusion and furrows his brow at you.
“For…” It’s slightly embarrassing to admit that you were accidentally eavesdropping just a few moments ago, but it was an accident. “I heard Steve ask you to come in tomorrow.”
"Oh." He winces slightly sends you an apologetic look. "Sorry, I don't know why he was pushing. We are on schedule."
“I’m sure movies are like most businesses. If he gets things done ahead of schedule it spends less money and he gets a gold star from the studio.” Reaching over to grab your purse, you press a kiss to Dieter’s cheek when you straighten up again. “You didn’t have to say no for me.”
"Yes, I did." Dieter frowns, not wanting you to think that he would blow off your birthday to work. "I had told them that tomorrow was off the schedule before we ever started shooting. They had scheduled it in and have other things planned." He gives a small shake of his head. "He's just being greedy."
“Either way.” Nudging him toward the door, your fingers lace through his automatically. There’s rarely anytime you walk together now that you’re not holding hands. “I appreciate it. So, thank you.”
"Don't mention it." He feels weird when people thank him, like he doesn't deserve it. Probably because he feels like he doesn't due to the years of bullshit. But the way you thank him has him squeezing your hand. "What do you want to do for dinner?"
“How about the cafe by the hotel?” A few nights ago you had stopped there for supper after leaving set and loved it. The good food and live music had left you in an excellent mood after a long day, so you’re hoping it will do the same tonight.
"Whatever you want." He knows you will miss your tradition with Steph and Nora. Missing being away from them on your birthday means that he needs to make sure you have a great time. Starting now.
“That’s a dangerous thing to promise.” Not that you would ever ask anything extraordinary of him, but he likes to be teased and you like the way he blushes when you do. “What if I wanted something kinky?”
Dieter's immediately waggling his eyebrows at you. “Okaaaaay.” He huffs out eagerly, grinning at you even if his cheeks heat up slightly. For someone who has had orgies he finds that you fluster him in the weirdest ways. He blames it on the soulmate factor rather than the emotional entanglement. "Spanking? Bondage? Pegging? What are we talking about here?"
“Well…” Truth be told you had just been teasing him, but since it’s now the topic of conversation as you stroll out of the studio together, you bite your lip and tilt your head at him. “I’m not actually sure…most of what I’ve done is pretty vanilla. But I wouldn’t mind trying something new.” Which is not to say you are in any way dissatisfied with your sex life. It’s almost for certain that you’ve had more sex in the last week that you had in the entire ten years prior, and you don’t know of it’s the soulmate connection or just him, but it’s all been amazing.
"Okay." Dieter sees the hesitation on your face and knows that you aren't exactly the most experienced. One night after sex, the two of you had gone through some of your sexual histories. Not that Dieter remembered all of his, but he had told you what he could. "What have you thought about? Maybe some kind of secret fantasy. You know I'm not going to judge."
Admittedly your secret fantasies have more to do with romance than with sex, but that’s definitely too much for your week-old relationship to handle. You’re not expecting him to sweep you off your feet - you’re still just trying to find an even footing together. But it’s been going so well that you don’t want to rock the boat. “We did one the second day we were here,” you tell him. “The bath.” A few of his cast mates and members of the set crew that you’ve made friends with wave as the two of you leave the building together, a few of them tossing birthday wishes in your direction as you go. “But, um…” Your voice drops. “I don’t know if I’m ready to jump all the way to handcuffs or rope, but some people use softer things as restraints, right?”
"Bathrobe ties are a good one." Dieter tells you with a small grin. "Ties....I think there are a few packed in my suitcase. Lib somehow thought I was going to wear ties." He rolls his eyes and winks at you. "It'll only go around my neck if you’re cutting off the oxygen supply." He teases playfully.
“Baby steps.” You shake your head at him, now finding those comments much more teasing and flirtatious than you would have once. Your senses of humor aren’t so far off from each other, his is just more macabre. “Remember, we’ve been so good at not wanting to strangle each other.”
He snorts and shakes his head, grinning and lifting a hand at one of the harried looking PAs that is rushing from the parking lot. He leans in and brushes your ear with his lips. "Except that kind of strangling makes my cock harder." He teases quietly.
“Tease.” You throw him a pout as you walk, wondering for a split second when you became so fucking attracted to him. Or had you always been and your anger been in the way?
Dieter chuckles and steers you towards the car that had even rented for him to use. It was a small little thing, meant to get him back and forth to the hotel. “Always.” He promises.
“So supper and then we’ll get some sleep? Absolutely nothing in between since neither of us has any inclination in that direction at all?” You can barely keep a straight face through the sarcasm, knowing that without fail you’ll end up naked and satiated under those soft hotel sheets just like each night before. It’s intoxicating to be wanted, in a way that you’re much less afraid of it than you expected. This kind of need crawling under your skin isn’t harmful, it’s actually empowering.
“Absolutely.” Dieter rolls his eyes and drolls his answer sarcastically. Not like you hadn’t gone through the condoms the hotel had sent up twice. “Straight to bed.”
“And absolutely no shenanigans on the train tomorrow.” The little car is just big enough for two, but you had opted for a slightly more relaxed mode of travel tomorrow - taking the train from Geneva to Basel to visit the museum that houses so many of Hans Holbein the Younger’s works - and get you your first tattoo at one of the best reviewed shops in the country. The watercolor has been ready for almost two days now and you’re equal parts nervous and excited. “Tomorrow is a very solemn day. Obviously.”
“Very solemn.” Dieter agrees, opening the door for you and motioning for you to get into the passenger side. You don’t have an international driver’s license, so he had been driving back and forth. “No fun or smiling whatsoever.”
“So it’ll be like our first couple of dates.” The jokes are okay now. Now that things are going more smoothly and the two of you are doing your best to be open with one another. It’s been easier than you thought in some ways. Letting him in little by little instead of flinging open your existence to him all at once seemed to make you surer of the thing, and every day is a step in the right direction. And that includes the ability to joke together.
"Less screaming." Dieter wrinkles his nose at you and shuts the door when you are tucked into the passenger seat to round the front of the hood to slide in beside you.
******
The hotel isn’t far from the studio and the cafe is bustling when you step inside. It’s not a tourist trap despite being close to the hotel and the lake, but rather a brand-new place owned by a young couple that started having live music simply because their musician friends would show up any time of the day or night. The menu is full of fusion and international ‘greatest hits’, and their Switzerland-does-America version of fried chicken had had Dieter in the kitchen begging for the recipe to pass on to Rico when he got back to LA.
It's natural to have his hand on your waist, the warmth of your body transferring to him through your thin shirt. Walking in and greeting the wife who was working as a hostess for tonight. "We are back for more of your amazing food." He announces with a grin.
“Dieter!” She embraces him like an old friend, equally excited to see you as you get a hug of equal force before she ushers you over to a dark corner to sit. “We we’re hoping to see you both again,” she tells you with a grin. “We are going to make you American fondue.”
"American fondue, huh?" Dieter huffs, unable to stop the small grin as he looks over at you. "What do you think about that?"
“I’m in.” Fondue was on your list of things to try anyway, and everything at this particular cafe was amazing last time.
“Magnifique!” That earns a happy exclamation from your hostess, and she scampers off to the bar to grab what she swears will be the perfect drinks for the night.
"I like how we've just kind of given them control over what we eat." Dieter huffs with a good-natured grin. "It always means we are going to overeat."
“But we’re gonna be so happy about it.” The chance to nestle into his side for a while is more than welcome since you missed being able to spend downtime with him on set today.
Snorting, he turns his head and nudges his nose against yours. "Until you get the gassy side of stardom." He jokes. "I'm not lactose intolerant but this stomach gets sensitive sometimes." He reminds you with a rub on said belly.
“Ya know,” you peck a kiss on the bridge of his nose and grin. “After a certain point, lactose ages out of things. So maybe you just need to be eating fancier cheese.”
"But I like the squirt cheese in a can." He pouts at you, poking his bottom lip out and scrunching his nose at the kiss on his nose.
“Well then I hope you like having air freshener sprayed at your ass, because fart smells are not my jam.” There are a lot of things that Nora’s illness forced you to get over pretty fast, but somehow bad farts are still the thing that you can’t stand.
Dieter snickers and nods seriously. "No Dutch ovens." He grunts like he's just revealed some earth-shattering information.
“You’ll be sleeping on the sofa.” You warn him seriously, until your façade breaks and you laugh, snorting and winking your nose in the process.
"Kicked out of the bed in my own room." He huffs, meaning none of it and he starts laughing at you. Unable to resist leaning in for that kiss when you snort and wrinkle your nose, his total weakness where you are concerned.
“Only until you slither your way back in for cuddles.” You may have done it on purpose, and you’re not even sorry. It’s worth it for the soft look on his face right before he kisses you.
“So you acknowledge that I will be sneaking back into the bed.” He nods with a small giggle of his own. “Good.”
“I—” It flusters you a little, but you half-shrug and reach for his hand. “I would be disappointed if you didn’t.”
“You do seem to like my cuddles.” He teases, knowing you are just as committed to them. There hadn’t been one night that you haven’t ended up wrapped up in each other.
“Just a little.” It’s not like there isn’t plenty of evidence - like the way you’re cuddled into his side right now. “Guess I’m more of a cuddle whore than I thought I was.” Or maybe you just needed the right cuddles.
“Which is perfect, because I, myself am a whore.” He pauses, tucking his tongue into his cheek. “Of cuddles, of course.”
“You’re horrible.” You giggle, hardly meaning it. Even a few weeks ago, you might have, but not anymore. Now that word is swimming around inside you and instead of frustration there is nothing but affection.
“You finally noticed!” Dieter chuckles and he could listen to your giggle forever. Amazing that he could barely stand to be around you before and now he hates not hearing you laugh and seeing you smile.
“Affectionately.” You’re still giggling when the owner reappears with two tall beers and a dish of beautifully fresh olive tapenade and slices of baguette as a first course.
There is something to be said for sharing this with you. It’s better than he had imagined, the way you smile when you hold your beer up for a toast makes his heart flutter. “To a birthday to remember.” He offers quietly.
“We’re two minutes in and so far I’d say that’s definite.” You tap your glass against his and take a sip before showing him the time of your phone - which you only noticed because of the “IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY IN SWITZERLAND!” text you had gotten from Steph.
He smirks and lean in to press his lips against your cheek. “Happy Birthday.”
“Thank you, baby.” The little terms of endearment come easily now, just like the way that smile of his makes your cheeks burn.
“Oh, I did go ahead and get you a present for your birthday.” He hums, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the small, folded piece of paper he shoved into these pants this morning.
“Nooo.” You pout at him pointedly. “I told you not to! You’re literally paying for me to have a three-week vacation and talked your director into using my paintings in your movie. That’s so much.”
He sends you a playfully mean mugging look and shakes his head. “Because it cost me so much to let you stay in my room, in my bed.” He huffs, pushing the paper towards you.
“The plane tickets, all the clothes, all the —” The second you flick open the piece of paper, words stick in your throat and your jaw drops like concrete. It’s not large - done on the hotel’s stationary in ink that you’re sure came from one of their pens - but it’s…beautiful. A sketch of you lying on your side in bed with the sheets slung low on your hips and one hand reaching out toward the observer. He must have done it one morning that he woke up before you. Each line is delicate, tracing your figure the way only a lover could. “Dee, I—” But the words completely fail you, even looking up to find him carefully watching like he’s afraid you won’t like it. “It’s—I don’t even—” Letting out a choked half-laugh, you launch yourself at him even though he’s mere inches away, wrapping your arms around him but careful not to put a single wrinkle in the page you’re clutching. “It’s beautiful, baby. I love it.”
“Good.” Dieter exhales in relief. He had told himself it was a stupid birthday gift. The trip tomorrow much more appropriate, but he had still brought it with him. The need to give it to you clawing away at him ever since he had woken up to pee and come back to find you reaching for his side, seeking him out.
“I’m going to frame it when we get back to LA.” Carefully keeping the paper flat, you dig into the bag you’ve been carrying to and from the studio to slip his drawing into the pages of your own sketchbook for safe keeping.
"I don't think it's worth that." Dieter huffs, biting his lip to conceal the pride that you would want to frame something he had created. Not quite the same, but it makes him feel like he's displaying art on the fridge again.
“I do.” There’s a certainty to your voice that can’t be denied by either you, and when you turn around again to face him you press in to kiss him softly. “I’m sure if it.”
It's slightly annoying how much he blushes around you, he's Dieter - fucking - Bravo, but it just means that he's vulnerable. Instead of grumbling about it, he slides his hand around you, pressing against the back of your neck to deepen the kiss slightly.
“You know this is probably why they stuck us in a dark corner.” When you two of you finally part again, you’re grinning, breathless, and have the good manners to look just a tiny bit sheepish about it. “Stuff the PDA Americans away from the other customers while they make out.”
“Probably.” Dieter doesn’t care about that at all, but he turns to the beer and chuckles. “Why don’t we eat so we can go to sleep like we planned?”
‘American’ fondue, you come to find out, means that the gorgeous melted cheese is cooked with beer instead of wine, and all the little accoutrements that go with it are fried in some way - and honestly it’s one of the most delicious and filling suppers you could possibly have asked for. By the time you and Dieter stumble back into your hotel room over an hour later it’s much later than you ever go to bed at home, but that doesn’t stop you from stripping each other down and finishing off another box of condoms before passing out tangled in each other’s arms like always.
The alarm is set so you don’t miss the morning train to Basel, but the first few hours of this birthday might be better than any that have come before. And though the you of the last ten years would protest it…it’s because of Dieter.
******
“Where’s the coffee cart?” Dieter huffs, getting up to poke his head out of the small cabin the two of you had reserved to head to Basel. He’s grumpy because it’s early, but also because you both had to get up and leave without coffee in order to make the train.
“I’m sure it’ll be around soon.” You’re far more awake than him, if only because this is such a big trip - big day in general - for you. The countryside whips past the windows and you cut the video you were recording of the scenery short so he his grumpiness won’t be caught in the recording. “I’m sorry we had to dash out this morning.”
“It’s not your fault.” Dieter grins, remembering what he had immediately done when the alarm had gone off. He had been awake enough for that.
“No, but I definitely enjoyed it.” You shoot him a grin and tuck your phone back into your purse. There’s no pockets in the dress you picked out to wear today, but it’s comfy as hell and leaves your shoulder exposed for the tattoo artist later so that’s all that matters.
“The first official birthday present of today.” He chuckles and slumps back down into his seat. “I’ll wake up for that any day of the week.”
“Me too.” Patting the bench seat beside you, you tilt your head to extend the silent request for him to come and sit. “If the cart doesn’t come around soon, I’ll go down to the dining car and get you some coffee myself, okay?”
“No.” He shakes his head and slides across the small aisle to sit beside you. Immediately leaning against you and cuddling into your body. “I’m just grumpy.” He admits petulantly. “I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want you to get a headache,” you tell him honestly, dropping a kiss on top of his head as he cuddles up under your arm. “Me either. So we’re both gonna have coffee and there’s no need to be sorry.”
He sighs happily and burrows into you just a bit more, closing his eyes. That word is popping up in his brain more and he figures he needs to go back to sleep or get some caffeine so he doesn’t fuck things up and ruin your birthday.
It’s about ten minutes later that a chipper older gentleman knocks on the door of your cabin, announcing the arrival of the much-anticipating coffee. When you poke your head out to grab a cup each for you and Dieter, you also grab some pastries to make sure you have a little bit of breakfast in you. Being hangry won’t make today any fun. “Black coffee and a Nutella croissant.” You grin, handing them over to him.
He groans happily, taking the coffee and immediately pulling the lid off to take a sip. “God, I love it.” He takes a sip and moans. “So good.” He doesn’t even realize that he came so close to saying those words, too busy closing his eyes and letting the caffeine hit his system.
“I thought you’d like that.” Plopping down beside him with your own breakfast, it’s all you can do to try to calm your stupid-ass heartbeat from the sentence he almost said. This is getting ludicrous. Every time he uses that word you feel like you’re about to bust out of your skin. Maybe you need to have a talk with Steph later.
Coffee and croissant consumed in silence except for the little sounds of appreciation. He feels more alert by the time he’s licking a smear of chocolate off his thumb and draining the last of the coffee from the disposable cup. “What do you want to do first?” He asks, wanting to see how you are feeling.
“How early is the tattoo appointment?” He had made all the arrangements for you, forwarding your art to the shop and refusing to budge when you quibbled over payment. Despite being excited you’re actually pretty nervous, only having felt the inherent pain of permanent ink second hand from him.
“I scheduled it for two.” He hadn’t wanted to rush you in the museum and figured that you would find somewhere to eat before you went to get your tattoo.
“So how about we wander around the museum first thing, then find someplace to eat before the appointment, since you said it will probably take a while?” The train is scheduled to arrive just after the Kunstmuseum opens, so you’ll have a few hours to walk around and absorb things before needing to be on your way.
“That sounds like exactly what I want to do with you today.” Anything you want, that’s what’s on the table. “And hey—” he bites his lip, wondering if you will be insulted by this, but he wants to offer. “If when you get started on your tattoo, if you don’t like the pain, if it’s too much - I’ll sit for you.” He offers. Knowing that there is pain involved in getting your soulmate’s tattoos, but it might be less than the tattoo itself. If he remembers right, it’s just a quick searing pain rather than the hours in a chair. Some people think they will like it and they don’t. “If you want, of course.” He adds hastily, not wanting you to think he doesn’t think you are capable of it or anything.
“I’ll keep it in mind.” Squeezing his hand in yours, you lean over to press a kiss to his cheek and nudge it with your nose. Dieter is capable of being sweet at the most unexpected times, you’ve found, and it really makes you wonder how many of these moments you missed out on over the years by being stubborn and short-sighted. You shake that thought away for the moment, though, and take another sip of your coffee before squeezing his hand again. “I want to try to do it myself. It—it means a lot to me. To have my family represented like it will be.”
“I completely understand.” He does, just like the triangles were singularly significant to him, he would have never let you sit for them for him. You are seated next to the window, allowing you the sights as the train forges on and he leans against your shoulder to look out with you. “We could always have train sex.” He suggests playfully after a moment.
You nearly snort in response, looking over at him with one eyebrow raised and a smirk on your lips. He didn’t watch you get dressed this morning, so he has no idea that you not only tossed a fresh pack of condoms into your purse, but also put on the skimpiest lingerie you’ve ever owned in your life - bought especially for your birthday. “We could, huh?” It’s flattering as hell, the way he can’t seem to get enough of you, and makes you feel wanted in a way you can’t describe - even beyond lust. “Would that be fun for us?”
Dieter starts to rock his hips in the same motion that the train makes. The clacking keeping time with his thrusts into the air. “Whadaya think?” He huffs, grinning at you. “Wanna ride my rocket on a train?” He is teasing and yet if you are down, he will be all over you, unable to even express how much he loves that your sexual energies match. The idea that you were some sort of prude was way off.
Leaning in close, you nip at his earlobe and grin when you can feel him jolt slightly against you. “Look in my purse, babe.”
He glances at you warily, trying to sense a trap. He had a very hands off policy on a woman’s purse after the one incident where he had his ass kicked after rifling through a connection’s purse for her stash, but he reaches for it. Opening it up and grinning immediately when he sees the foil packets tucked into a pocket. “Someone’s horny.” He coos teasingly, looking up at you with that same silly grin.
“Thinking we would go an entire day without fucking would have been extremely foolish.” Shifting on the bench a little, you know full well that the smirk on your face has gone devious. “Although, you should know. Our hotel can’t send anything up with room service, but they did have an excellent suggestion of where I could find the other thing I wanted for today.”
“What did you ask for that they couldn’t get you?” That has him sitting up straight, eager to hear your answer.
“Telling you isn’t as much fun as you finding out for yourself.” You tell him honestly, biting your lip from the slight nerves flipping in your stomach right now. Yes, it’s your birthday, but you’re the one tied up in a bow as a gift for him right now.
Dieter sits for a moment, trying to figure it out before he starts looking at your clothes. Narrowing his eyes as he gauges if there are lines he hasn’t seen before under your clothes. He stands up and walks over to the door to flip the lock and immediately starts pulling off his shirt.
“There he is. Eager and ready.” A rapidly undressing Dieter is a sight you’re now intimately familiar with, and you have to say a silent thank you to the universe for putting the two of you in a car with no windows facing the inner part of the train. “I swear, I don’t understand people who can’t admit to wanting their own partners. Shit’s so stupid.”
“So you admit you wanted me when you slammed the door in my face?” He asks, sticking his tongue out between his lips as he unbuttons his jeans.
“You weren’t my partner then.” You remind him, wishing not for the first time that you could banish the memory of every single time you ever hurt him.
You frown and Dieter immediately rushes over to kiss you. “Yes baby. I know. We weren’t together, I was just teasing you.” He murmurs, not wanting to ruin your birthday.
“Everything’s okay.” That is something you can promise him, kissing him back and letting him pull you into his lap when he sits down on the bench seat again. “I just hate that time was wasted on me being a stubborn asshole.”
“You just played hard to get.” He jokes, running his hands up and down your back. “But we are right where we need to be.”
When you duck your head to kiss him, your hands gently move his - directing them from your back to your thighs and encouraging his fingers to slip under the hem of your dress. With no one able to see inside your car, he could undress you fully and you wouldn’t mind in the least.
He chuckles against your lips, loving how eager you are. Ever since that first night, you have demonstrated how much you love his hands on your body. “Dee…” The nickname has long since stuck with you, almost nearer to a pet name between you even though it’s the same one his manager uses. “No ripping, okay? I want this set to last.”
He snickers, biting your bottom lip. “I told you I would buy you more panties.”
“I know.” It’s not that you particularly care about the pair that he tore two nights ago, it’s that you really like what you picked out for today. “But you don’t need to tear these.”
“Oh.” You’ve piqued his interest, “Why is that, baby?” He hums, tucking his mouth against your throat and nipping while his hands slide up your thighs and over your hips to squeeze.
“Because…” Taking ahold of his right hand even as he’s fogging your brain with the feeling of his lips and teeth on your skin, you slide it down to the apex of your thighs as you hover in his lap. There’s no doubt that you’re wet enough that you’re practically dripping into his hand - since the panties that you’re wearing offer absolutely no protection whatsoever. “Of this.”
“Jesus fuck.” Dieter groans when he finds the crotch of your panties missing, stroking your bare cunt directly. “You are walking around in crotch less panties and you expect me to not drag you into a corner everywhere we go?” He huffs.
“I didn’t think you’d find out this early in the day,” you admit, albeit sheepishly, as he draws a gasp out of you with his long fingers.
“Should have known baby.” He practically purrs it as he starts to rub your clit. Giddy that you wore this on your birthday. It’s like his own present to open. “Addicted to you.”
“P-probably— oh fuck.” He’s learned your body so well in the space of a week that you have to wrap one arm around his shoulders for leverage just so you don’t lose your balance when he makes you shudder with each stroke of his fingers. “Should have guessed. Fuck Dee, so good baby.”
When you cum, he loves to have his mouth on you. Pressing hot kisses along your throat as he works you closer. Loving the unrestrained way you whimper in his ear. “Cum for me. Cum and I’ll fuck you right here.” He promises, words slurred against your skin.
“Fuck yes.” It’s not as though it takes a huge amount of coaxing - he has the uncanny ability to bring you up to that peak and make sure you come crashing down with an intensity that you’ve never felt before. As much as he might claim to be addicted to you, you have to admit that you might be addicted to him too. “So close, baby.”
“Good.” Dieter groans, cock twitching in his pants and he swears one day you are going to make him cum without touching him.
His fingers rub tight circles on your clit, relentlessly building you up to the top of that gorgeous mountain and pushes you right over the edge so that you’re clinging to him and moaning his name in his ear as your cunt clenches down on nothing and your hips rock in his lap. This right here is a vision he wants to see for the rest of his life. The thought takes hold in his mind and he moans your name while your ride his fingers. Watching you come apart is the best thing he’s ever seen.
As soon as you can move again, you’re clamoring off of his lap to pull his jeans down just a little more. His trapped cock springs free, making both of you groan in appreciation while you nab a condom for him, impatiently waiting to have your place in his lap back.
For Dieter, it’s a frantic race to get the foil packet open and rolled down his aching length. Eager to buried inside the hot confines of your cunt that cradles him so perfectly. His cock twitches once he’s done and reaching for you. “C’mere baby.” He begs, needing to be inside you.
“Gonna have to keep me steady.” The train rocks slightly, moving rhythmically down the tracks, and you hold tight to the luggage rack above his head while you get situated straddling his thighs. This position has your tits directly in his face, which is obviously one of the reasons he loves it so much, and your free hand fiddles with the strap of your dress playfully. “Do you want it all, baby?” You ask, knowing he’ll be biting at your dress if it’s still in the way. Besides, the bra you’re wearing barely counts as clothing and he loves being teased. “I’ll take this off if you promise to be a good boy and suck on my tits while you fuck me.”
Groaning, he nods eager. “I will, fuck I’ll suck on your titties.” He promises, “I’ll suck them the entire time.” He won’t, he’ll end up kissing you, but the sentiment is there. “Let me suck your titties baby.”
It’s a gorgeous thing, how eager he is today, and how you know he’s not faking it or embellishing for your benefit just because it’s your birthday. He’s just always ready to go, matching a sex drive you didn’t even know you had. “Okay,” ducking your head, you nip at his bottom lip while he lines himself up, and you sink down into his cock as you pull your dress over your head. “Since you’re always so good to me.”
He doesn’t know which is making him groan more, you sinking down on his cock or you taking off your dress. Either way, his eyes are lighting up at the barely-there bra and he wastes no time burying his face in the valley between your breasts before sucking a nipple into his mouth through the sheer material.
“Fuck, baby.” Throwing your head back in response to the way he’s trying to bury himself in your chest only pushes your tits deeper into his grasp and you gasp out his name as you start to grind his favorite figure 8’s in his lap. You really haven’t had this kind of sex drive since your teens and if you think about it too much you might start to think that word again, so you don’t. You shut your mind up with the way his cock drags along your inner walls, rising and falling on him and impaling yourself like a willing martyr.
His mouth is eager, and his hands are greedy. He’s allowed to be with you. You’ve never once pushed him away or said that it’s too much, that’s he’s too much. Being with you is like the balm to his soul he didn’t know he needed, and he lays himself bare every time. Groaning into you, the steady clanking of the train times the rolls of your hip and the push of his feet in perfect harmony.
You never thought he would be the person you got lost in, but it happens so easily. The moments swallow you up and let you exist outside of the world, only thinking about the way he seems to fit you like a lock and key. It’s not until afterwards that you think of course - you’re soulmates, no matter how long it took you to get here. He is the key that fits perfectly to your lock, and vice versa. At least as far as your physical relationship goes, that part has always been obvious. It’s the emotional part that you’re still afraid of, and you find yourself constantly doing anything not to think about it. All that matters is the here and now. That’s what you tell yourself when you’re wrapping your arms around him and moaning his name into every deep kiss. It’s going so well, don’t ruin it.
His mind is empty of everything except you. Savoring every moan and whimper that pours out of your mouth and tucking it away. His hands grip you harder, something he discovered you enjoy immensely, and he bites down on your nipple just to hear you gasp.
More isn’t something you typically ask for - the two of you seemingly always working up to a near frenzy at some point in the day - but right now there’s something about the way his fingers are sure to leave bruises on your hips that is driving you crazy. “Harder, baby,” you whine, groaning when his fingers dig into you again. “Fuck — wish we had some rope or something.”
“Shit.” Dieter hisses around your nipple, letting go of one of your back to blindly pull on the belt that was looped into his pants.
It probably wouldn’t look sexy to the outside observer, the frantic way the two of you work to get his belt free and wrapped around your wrists behind your back, but once you’re there it is spectacular. The leather bites into your skin just enough without cutting you, and his grip on the strap pulls tight every time you bounce with one his length with the rhythm of the train. It might be the most control you’ve ever given him over you physically - the most obvious show of trust - in your entire relationship. I know you won’t hurt me, that this will only feel good. And holy shit are you correct about that.
Your arms behind your back makes your tits perk up more, right in his face as they bounce in the confines of your bra. “Fuck baby, look at you.” He groans, admiration shimmering in his eyes as he watches you.
“Y—you like that?” You know you certainly fucking do, the angle making him strike something inside you that is completely new and building you up again fast and furiously. “You like me at your — fuck! — mercy, baby?”
“Yes.” Dieter is honestly more of a sub than most men and has no problem with letting his partner take control, but right now? Yes. He loves this. Your walls are nearly strangling him and he loves the frenzied fever that your body is trying to push for.
At this angle and intensity, you know you won’t last much longer, and you look down at him from having your head and shoulders pulled back to see all your own desperate need mirrored in his face. “Then t-take me,” you practically moan the words out as the rhythm of the train pushes him deep inside you again. “‘M all yours.”
That shouldn’t make him nearly snarl in pleasure. It shouldn’t be a bullseye into the heart of caveman thought he’s never had before. But it does and it is. Dieter tugs on the belt harshly, pulling your arms back and forcing your head to tilt back slightly, his teeth sinking into the juncture of your neck while his cock drills up into you.
The people in the cars on either side of you definitely just heard you cry out his name at an unholy volume, but fuck if you care right now. You’ll have teeth marks in your skin and belt imprints in your wrists and you’ll wear them like badges of honor for however long they last. It’s only another dozen thrusts before your whole body is locking up above him, shuddering in pleasure from an orgasm so intense you swear the whole world goes blank for a second and you forget to breathe.
He cums when you do. Immediately pushed over the edge by the feeling of your body trembling in pleasure. It’s too much. That word, that forbidden word nearly cried out in a phrase that would strip him bare, so he doesn’t dare. Instead, he’s capturing your lips in a kiss, trying to banish the thought with every stroke of his tongue against yours.
“I…” When you can breathe again, panting against his lips and pressing your damp forehead to his, it’s almost too strong. The words - the feeling - it’s there. But there’s no way in hell he would feel the same. Not this fast, or maybe not ever. So you force your lips into a quirked smile and let yourself laugh. “I guess we’re both switches,” you observe. The other thing will stay tucked away. Locked up in your heart maybe forever. He never needs to know how fast you fell in love with him once you gave yourselves the chance.
Dieter laughs breathlessly, kissing the indentations of his teeth on your skin in silent apology. You will just have to wear them until they fade, and he had dug in hard. “I guess so.” His fingers are gentle as he loosens his belt from around your wrists so that it falls to the floor and he leans back, bringing you with him.
“Think anybody heard us?” You giggle in his ear, knowing there’s no way that they didn’t. With your wrists free again you can wrap your arms around his shoulders, holding onto him for support as his own wind around your waist to keep you steady.
“Let them hear.” Dieter doesn’t really care. The two of you are in a private car on a train. Just two of millions who had potentially had sex on this route. He would be proud to weather that ‘scandal’ with you. “At least they can’t say I don’t do a good job.” He jokes, nibbling on your neck playfully.
“You always do a good job.” That much you can promise him, as you brush damp curls from his forehead and leave a kiss in their place. “I’m pretty sure I’ve had sex with you more times in one week than all the other times before, combined.”
Tsking, he is secretly pleased with that little odd fact. “What is wrong with people?” He huffs. “You are gorgeous and should have been beating them off with a stick.”
The way you fluster at that - at such a simple compliment - has your cheeks and ears burning but you just shrug. “Wouldn’t matter now, anyway,” you remind him softly. “Now that…” You have to swallow the words all over again and end up gesturing between you. “Now that we’re this.”
“Now that we’re this.” Dieter echoes with a soft smile. He leans in and kisses you tenderly. “We better clean up. We should be there soon.”
You steal one more kiss before climbing out of his lap, reaching for the tissue box helpfully supplied to you as passengers - or left behind by the last occupants of the car. Either way, you grin when you pull your dress back over your head and reach to pick up his belt to hand it back. “Restraints seem to be a yes.”
“I was surprised you wanted to do it.” He admits, removing the condom and cleaning himself up. “But I will never say no.”
“Spur of the moment thing that turned out very well.” When you’re both tidied up and dressed again, you plop down beside him on the bench and sigh. “So…I’m guessing you liked your surprise?” After all, the lingerie was as much for him as it was for you. If not more.
“I am, but I think you forgot the idea of a birthday was that I and supposed to surprise you.” He teases with a small wink after he’s already lifting his arm around you to let you curl closer.
"And I loved both of my surprises." The drawing he had given you last night is tucked safely in your own sketchbook and the surprise wake up of his head between your legs this morning would have been gift enough on their own, but technically this whole day is your gift and that just makes you feel spoiled beyond belief.
“The day isn’t over yet.” He murmurs, turning his head to kiss yours. “I want this to be the best birthday ever.”
"What else could you have possibly planned?" Short of flying Steph and Nora out in complete secrecy, there isn't a damn thing you can think of that you could want for today. And that would be far too much to pull off - not with the way Steph's job has been lately. "This is already by far the most extravagant birthday I've ever had, Dee. Even if all we did was just ride this train."
“Wellllllll.” Dieter rubs your arm and wonders if this is going to mean anything to you. “I may have arranged for us to have the gallery to ourselves this morning.” He confesses. “We are being given a private, personal tour by the curator. Just us.” It was actually something he had done himself, not asking Libby to take care of for him. He had wanted to do it himself.
"You what?!" Sitting straight up in his arms, you can feel all the blood drain from your face as your eyes blow wide in shock. "You—the whole place?" You're honestly so shocked trying to process the enormity of the gesture that you're not really forming full sentences. "How?"
“I may have tossed my name around a bit. Apparently, they like me here?” He admits, biting his lip and shrugging. “Plus, a promise of signing autographs for the staff and a donation.”
"Dee..." There are tears welling up behind your eyes, you can't deny that. What he went through to do something so meaningful for you is absolutely not lost on you, and you wrap both arms around him tightly. "Oh my god..." There aren't enough kisses in the world to say thank you, but you give him several immediately. "I—I will have a nerd girl meltdown; you know that right? Like this is going to be the highest-level art dork you have ever seen from me, and I swear I'm going to work so hard to make your birthday memorable this year." You may not have bottomless funds or a name to throw around, but fuck if you're not going to do everything you can for him - especially with that feeling living in your chest now.
Grinning like he won the lottery, he gives you a small shrug. “I know how much it means to you. I wanted to be able to make sure you had plenty of time uninterrupted with her.” He tells you, referring to the painting you are most excited to see.
“Thank you.” You bury yourself against his side, hugging him tightly and nearly giggling with excitement. It’s not that no one has ever done anything nice for your birthday, it’s that no one was ever capable of doing something so big, and the fact that he arranged something so personal means the world to you. “Thank you so much, baby.”
“You’re welcome.” He sighs, happy that you don’t think it’s lame. He hadn’t felt you would, but someone else would have been offended it wasn’t some expensive gift.
******
The walk from the train station to the museum is welcome after three hours in that little car. It’s far too early in the day for anyone back home to be awake yet so it’s just you and Dieter walking hand-in-hand through the busy streets of Basel with you sporting a dopey ass grin on your face the entire time. The day has barely begun and it’s already perfect.
It’s silly. It’s over the top and it’s probably completely unnecessary, but Dieter spots a flower vendor, setting up his baskets of flowers to sell and he can’t help himself. The first flowers he had given you were ones that had been bought for him and thrust into his hand. Right now, he wanted to choose some for you. “Come on.” He tugs you off course, known for that there is some time before you need to meet the curator.
“What are—” Whatever he has spotted, you don’t see – just a nice older gentleman fiddling with his wares behind a flower kiosk. “Dee?”
“Good morning.” Instead of speaking English, Dieter switches to the Swiss German dialect that is used in this area. He had been using English because most everyone who has come up to the two of you has recognized Americans and he hadn’t wanted to exclude you. “I would love to purchase some flowers for this beautiful woman this morning.”
“Good morning!” The man pops up from his seat and reaches to shake Dieter’s hand before tipping his cap to you, noting the confused look on your face. It isn’t the first time he’s met a tourist couple, so he just brushes it off with a smile, grateful that he doesn’t need to dust off his rusty English. “What does the lovely lady like?”
“She likes lilies, but I’m searching for peonies, zinnias, poppies, lavender and flower of the Incas today.” He admits, squeezing your hand and flashing you a smile before he looks back over at the lovely older man. “They are special to her, so today - I want her to have the most beautiful ones.”
“An interesting combination.” The man throws you a playful wink, understanding in a basic way that this conversation is confidential. He starts to buzz around his buckets and baskets, looking for each flower. The zinnias and peonies are abundant and in many different colors, the poppies he has are solely red, and the lavender and Peruvian lily are plentiful as fillers for bouquets that he will make throughout the day. It’s not a combination that he has ever done together before, but that doesn’t mean it won’t look nice. “A bouquet?” He asks Dieter, showing him one by one that he has each flower that has been requested and letting him choose the colours of zinnia and peony. “Or a crown fit for a queen?” He throws him a wink with that remark – waving a hand at his specialty – flower crowns of all shapes and sizes hanging from his little stand.
Dieter looks over at you and smiles. “A crown.” He decides instantly, pointing to the yellow zinnias and the pink peonies. “She deserves it. She’s—” He breaks off, shocked at his own next words, but he says them anyway. Safe in the knowledge that you won’t understand him. “She’s the woman I love.”
“A crown, then.” The older man doesn’t fuss or tease like an American seller might, just nods his head with the understanding that this is a gesture from a man clearly not ready to have the conversation. It’s not as though it’s the first time he’s ever seen a man say it with flowers - just the first time he’s ever seen it with such a unique combination. “This will only take a minute,” he assures Dieter before ducking behind his stand to get to work.
“I had no idea you speak German.” You admit, looking suitably impressed and surprised when he turns back to you. So far you had heard just the tiniest bit of French from him in Geneva but nothing more.
Dieter turns and gives a slightly self-conscious shrug. “You don’t speak it, so I tried to stick to English to make you feel included.” He tells you honestly. “Plus, everyone has known we are Americans.”
“Look at you just being super considerate and impressive.” It didn’t take you too long to figure out that part of his praise kink probably comes from a lack of sincere compliments in his life - most people just blindly trying to kiss his ass without caring what they have to say. So, you’ve made it a point to make sure that any sincere compliment you have for him is said without a trace of any kind of teasing. Especially right now, when you feel like your cheeks are on fire from what you just watched. “You…um…you remembered all the flowers?” Sure he’s seen the painting you did, but you would never expect him to retain it like that.
Nodding, he basks in the affectionate look you are sending him, covering him like a warm blanket. “I did.” He reaches around you and caresses your shoulder. “They are going to look so pretty on your shoulder.”
“Yours, too.” Never forgetting for one second that he is actively encouraging you to leave a permanent mark of yourself on his body, you lean in and press your lips to his softly. “You’re spoiling me, Dee.”
“I want to spoil you.” He murmurs. “You have been amazing here with me. And I— I’m enjoying this. A lot.” He doesn’t say what he wants to, that’s too much. But he had to let you know how much he was enjoying you being here.
“I am, too.” You bury your face in his chest for a moment and sigh, inhaling the familiar scent of hotel soap and his cologne and making your smile grow even wider. “Remind me to bake Libby a thank you cake when we get back to LA.”
“Don’t do that.” He huffs playfully. “She will be intolerable.” He does owe his manager, she had known what she was doing after all, despite him thinking she was crazy.
“Steph has kept her gloating to a minimum.” The small amount she had done was earned, of course, since she was the one who kept encouraging you to give this bizarre situation a try. You don’t know how the hell she’ll react if you admit to her that you’ve actually developed that feeling for him. She’ll probably start planning your wedding. Nope. Nope. Don’t have that thought. Far too giant of a leap.
Dieter chuckles and drops a kiss on your lips. “Together they would be unstoppable.” He grumbles.
“No cake then.” You pretend to pout, pushing out your lower lip just because you know it will make him kiss you again. “Maybe we’ll just post some pictures to social media today to make her happy.”
His lips find yours again, he just can’t help himself. “That will make her giddy.” He promises, looking over to see the florist finishing up and moving out from behind his station with the flower crown. “My lady, your crown awaits.” He theatrically intones.
“Crown?” Your jaw practically drops at the word, and you immediately follow his eyes to the man emerging from out of view. A little bundle of flowers was all you were expecting - a small bouquet that you could tuck into the open zipper of your purse. A crown is an infinitely bigger statement, and this one is stunning. “Oh, wow…”
“It’s okay, right?” Dieter worries that you don’t like it instantly. That he had chosen wrong.
“Baby, it’s gorgeous. I love it.” You promise him, barely catching the end of your thought before you can give yourself away.
Dieter grins, taking the crown from the older man gently and turning to very seriously place it on your head. Adjusting it carefully with his tongue poking out from between his lips. “There. Perfect.”
“Beautiful.” The man agrees, smiling to see the absolute joy on your face as Dieter fusses with the crown.
“Danke schoen.” is about the extent of your German, but you thank the man profusely as Dieter pulls out his wallet.
“You should tell her,” the man nods his head toward you, ultimately only charging Dieter half of what he normally asks from tourists.
Dieter makes up for the generosity by tipping the man extra, smiling and winking at him. “One day.” He promises, although he doesn’t know if that day would ever come honestly.
“Soon.” He encourages, laughing when you nab Dieter’s hand and press a kiss to his cheek. There has been no shortage of PDA over this last week, and today will be no exception. Especially not with the way your heart is swelling, and you swear you would give yourself away tonight if you talked in your sleep.
Dieter thanks the man again and grins at you. “Ready to go be nerdy together?” He asks.
Slipping your hand into his, your head down the street together side by side. “You’re so lucky that I have kept my constant listening to the Six soundtrack to my studio or else you would have smothered me after the fiftieth time playing ‘Haus of Holbein’.”
“Oh my god.” He groans, giving a small chuckle. “You are a nerd.” He doesn’t mean it really. “Although I’m interested in what you would have set as my theme song when we first met.”
“You don’t want to know that.” The ringtone you had set for him originally was done out of annoyance and an abundance of misplaced negative feelings, and you actively cringe thinking about it. Now that you know him better, the song doesn’t fit at all.
He snickers slightly, knowing it must have been bad. “Your ringtone was the Imperial March” He admits with a bashful grin.
“I…deserve that.” You shrug, shaking your head at the awful accuracy. “I totally deserve that.” The fact that everything has changed between you so drastically is an intense relief, but you still cringe slightly. “Yours was ‘You’re So Vain’…”
Dieter sputters slightly, trying to contain his snickering but it doesn’t last long. Laughing out loud and causing a few glances your way, he full on belly laughs at your selection. “Oh god, that’s so great.” He’s not mad, honestly tickled at your expression of displeasure at him being your soulmate. “It’s our song now.” He declares playfully, throwing his arm around you.
“Oh god,” you groan, huffing dramatically at him even as you let yourself laugh with relief that he isn’t mad or offended. Things really have come a long way, which you prove to yourself with teasing. “We’ll have a Pride & Prejudice themed wedding with that as the first dance,” you snort – imagining how ridiculous that would all be. “I’ll walk down the aisle to the Imperial March.” Joking about it is how you’re going to cope with the fact that it’ll never happen, you decide – since for the first time in your entire adult life you’re wishing it would.
Dieter hums, trying to ignore the way his heart skipped a beat when you mentioned a wedding. Telling himself that you are just joking. Instead, he opens his mouth and starts to sing, badly off key. “You’re so vain…you probably think this song is about you. You’re so va-in….”
“Neither of us is allowed to sing.” One finger pokes him in the side as the museum comes into view. Neither of you can carry a tune in a bucket and you both know it. “For everyone’s sake.”
“Ow.” It didn’t actually hurt, but he sends you a pout, rubbing at his rib just to make you feel sorry for him. It might earn him an extra kiss and he’s found he loves kissing you.
“Awwe, poor baby.” The fact that he’s exaggerating and there’s no way you actually hurt him doesn’t stop you from pausing on the sidewalk to kiss him. Although now you have definitely doomed yourself to trying not to have any wedding thoughts whatsoever for the rest of the day. He probably doesn’t even want to get married. Least of all to me.
When your lips press to his, he can’t help but grin. “Thank you.” He huffs when you pull away, sending you a wink.
“So what’s my ringtone now?” Since the subject has been broached, you have to admit you’re curious. It was more than a week ago that you changed his, and you wonder when yours changed in his phone.
Dieter pulls out his phone and opens up his sounds. When he pushes a button, Adele’s song comes out of the speakers. “So can I get it right now? Mmm. Can I get it right now? (Can I get it right here?)” He flushes slightly. “You seemed to like that song at the concert.” He explains.
“Awwe, yours is so much more personal than mine,” you admit, flustering a little than he even paid that much attention to you on what ended up being another bad night. Taking out your own phone, your ears are burning as the song that plays when he calls you starts up. “Ohhhhh you gonna take me home tonight…Ohhhhh down beside that red fire light. Ohhhhh you gonna let it all hang out - Fat-bottomed girls you make the rocking world go round.” By the time you changed it you had decided to opt for comedy, and already noticed that Dieter loves to check out a good ass.
Grinning, he shakes his head. “Guilty.” He confesses easily. “Love that song too.”
“It’s a good song.” And at the time you changed it, a love song would have been presumptuous at best. “C’mon, Dee.” Nodding to the museum now just a block away, you give his hand a soft squeeze. “Let’s go be nerds.”
“Let’s go be nerds.” That will be the theme for the day if he has his way. Whatever you want, he wants you to have. Pleased that he gets to spoil you on your special day.
The Old Masters curator of the Kunstmuseum Basel is waiting for you inside when you arrive, and Dr. Brinkmann shakes Dieter’s hand eagerly before offering you the same gesture and wishing you a happy birthday. The whole place is quiet today, just employees and the two of you, and he was excited at the prospect of a private tour when Dieter told him that you had a background in art as well as just being enthusiastic.
“Thank you for doing this.” Dieter tells him, really turning on the charm. “This has been on her bucket list, and I could think of no greater way to treat her to a once in a lifetime event.”
“As I understand it, the main attraction for you today is Lais Corinthiaca?” He asks, amused smile growing wider when you can barely contain the excitement in your features when he mentions the painting. “We have a few drafts of the piece in our collection as well, that I took the liberty of bringing up to the gallery this morning so you can see them side by side.”
You’re clutching Dieter’s hand so tightly that you might accidentally dislocate a bone, but you’re at a level of excitement that pretty much has you vibrating out of your skin and cannot be held responsible for the tightness of your grip. “Would—would you mind—if we saved her for last?” It feels silly asking, but this is a painting that you fell in love with as a teen and you’ve been dying to see it in person ever since. But the fact is, you know you won’t pay attention to a single other piece once you’ve seen her. “Like a saving the best for last sort of thing? Is that alright?”
Dieter grins, exuberant that you are this excited for something he had planned out. He never plans things, but this was personal. This was you and as a part of really trying, he was making an effort. The curator glances over at him and he nods. “Whatever she wants.” He agrees.
******
Spending the entire tour of the museum telling yourself that you absolutely will not cry ends up being about as futile as you expected. The moment you step into the gallery where Lais hangs on the wall with the other drafts and copies on easels around her, it’s like you’ve forgotten how to breathe. The painting isn’t terribly large - just over a foot high and under a foot wide - but she is the only thing in the room you seem to be aware of at all besides Dieter’s hand in yours.
It’s beautiful, watching your reaction to her. He finds himself watching your eyes misting up, ignoring the painting. Right here is the feeling he had when he had seen her so long ago, sinking into repose and then finding wonder in this piece. He brings your joined hands up and kisses yours softly.
It’s silly to say that a painting feels comforting, or welcoming, or even like coming home - but in this moment it’s a little like déjà vu. As if Dee was always meant to be a part of the first time you stood in front of Lais. As if the overwhelmed tears on your cheeks make just as much sense as any of his fans getting choked up when he takes pictures with them. It’s almost like time travel - you could swear that you can smell the wet paint and musky tallow of burning candles lighting up Holbein’s space.
Dieter knows that you will be staring at the piece for a while, but he doesn’t rush you. He couldn’t count the hours he had spent with her, not just because he had been stoned. This is a special moment and he’s happy he gets to share it with you.
You’re not sure how long you look. The curator has a few factoids to share and a little history of the piece, and before you know it the three of you are standing together in front of the various versions of the painting deeply immersed in your own personal theories about who the lady might be reaching out to or what she might be offering to the viewer.
“I think she’s beckoning him to her.” Dieter poses. “There’s a coyness about her in this draft.” He points to the slight crinkle around the eyes. “Teasing.”
“Lais was a courtesan.” The curator nods, clearly ruminating on the facts of the piece where Dieter is looking at the emotion in her body language.
“She feels warm in the final draft.” The painting on the wall reaches out to you like a pleased lover - you have to agree with Dieter on that one. “The gesture is soft, like she’s letting her guard down.”
“It takes a special man to allow a woman to let down her guard.” Dieter hums, almost to himself. Somewhat talking about the way you’ve let your guard down as well.
“M-maybe…maybe she was scared,” you murmur, not quite looking over at him. Are you certain he’s talking about you and him? Absolutely not. But are going to go out on that limb just in case? Well… apparently so. “Letting somebody in when you’ve built up ten-story walls isn’t easy…”
Dieter nods, still studying the portrait. “No, it’s not.” He agrees, knowing that he had deflected with his partying and casual sex. He had been afraid of being hurt too. “But…” he nods towards the final piece, the one that is prominently displayed. “The prize is worth it.”
“I—” It’s on the tip of your tongue, that thing you’re absolutely not going to say, even as you lean into Dieter’s side and put one arm around his back. “I really hope you mean that,” you say instead, wishing you were braver. That those walls weren’t still there at your knees, just waiting to be needed again. You want them gone, but you have to admit that you’re still scared.
His arm comes around you. Naturally and easily, folding you against him as if you belong. Because you do. “I do.” He turns to kiss you, because the moment calls for it.
The curator has retreated out of infinite politeness, but neither of you have noticed. You’re tucked against Dieter’s side with both arms around his waist now, trying desperately hold back words and tears that make might this moment too heavy. “You are, too.” Those words, at least, are soft. Nearly whispered because they’re just for him. “Worth it, I mean. Worth…well, everything…”
It’s on the tip of his tongue to say something stupid. His brain battling between ‘Marry me’ and ‘I love you’. Both enough to scare you away. It’s too soon and there’s still so much to learn about each other. So he doesn’t say it, he lunges forward and this kiss is desperate, needy and giving at the same time.
It takes longer than maybe it should before you can force yourself to break the kiss, trying as hard as you can to communicate everything you’re feeling in that one moment before you smile up at him sheepishly. Your cheeks are burning in his cupped hands, but you are reveling in the tenderness of the moment at the same time. “Save that thought for when we’re alone,” is your breathless suggestion, trying to be polite about the fact that you probably shouldn’t just make out in front of the museum curator, but knowing that you’ll be craving that feeling again in no time.
Dieter chuckles and looks around. “I think we are alone.” He admits, grinning about it. He’s not ashamed. “But we should wait. Do you want to take some pictures with her?” He asks, nodding towards the portrait.
“You know what I mean.” Your lips twist into a coy smirk, and you pull your phone from your purse to hand it over to him. “Will you take a couple? You’re better at selfies.”
“Of course.” He snaps a few of you by yourself before he includes himself in the photos. Smiling with you and knowing that Libby will be squealing happily when they go up on social media.
“We should find the curator.” Tucking away your phone again after snapping photos of each of the copies of Lais’ portrait, you lean over to kiss Dieter one more time. “Best birthday ever, baby. And the day’s not even half over.”
“Good.” He’s proud of himself for that. That he’s able to give you a great memory when there are quite a few that involve him that are less than stellar. But this is what starting over is all about, making new memories. “We still have the rest of the day to either crash and burn or make it epic.” He teases, hand squeezing your ass playfully.
“We’re not going to crash and burn.” Your arms around him squeeze gently, like you’re trying to summon the strength in yourself not to blurt shit out that would scare him off at the same time you’re trying to reassure him. “We’re not like we used to be.”
“You mean anger isn’t our first reaction?” Dieter gives you a shocked look, mouth open aghast. “Nooo. Say it isn’t so?”
That earns him a laugh, and your nose wrinkles on a grin as you shake your head. “We tend to react to most things with horniness first, these days.”
“I mean…yeah.” He rolls his eyes even as that required kiss is dropped on your lips for the nose wrinkle. It happens pretty much every time now. “How else am I supposed to react when I know exactly how well you fit me and how good my name sounds being moaned out in my ear?”
“No fair.” You pout heavily, squirming slightly against him. “You can’t just talk about it, you’re gonna get me all worked up.”
“Poor baby.” Dieter coos softly, using the fact that the two of you are alone in the gallery room to pull up the edge of your dress and slide his fingers along the banding of your panties. “I guess we are going to have to see how long you can hold out.”
“Dee,” you whine his name softly, pouting again until he relents and smooths your dress back into place. “We’re gonna end up skipping lunch and finding someplace to fuck,” you predict, shaking your head at him in amusement.
He smirks, loving how eager you are for it when just a short while ago he would have bet his entire drug stash you wouldn't sleep with him if he was the last man on the planet. "I have an idea..." He hums, waggling his eyebrows at you.
“What kind of idea?” This morning on the train definitely proved that you’re up for a little experimentation today.
"Well...." Dieter grins, sliding his hand back up to your waist and turns you to the exit of the exhibit. Determined to talk and walk at the same time. "I was thinking we would find a toy store. Maybe discover something for you to wear while we are having lunch."
“To wear, huh?” The curator is waiting for you at the end of the short hallway, and you kiss Dieter’s cheek quickly before you get close enough for the older man to overhear you. “Sounds like fun.”
He grins in triumph as you thank the curator profusely, gushing over the experience. Proud that he could set this up for you.
"I really can't thank you enough for providing such a unique experience to us." Honestly you never could have even conceived of a museum visit like this in a million years and the whole thing felt like a dream even before making it to the Holbein section of the galleries. As someone who has dedicated yourself to art education, you've learned more just today than you did in entire semesters at school and the fact that Dieter made all of it happen just makes your heart swell.
"It was my pleasure." He assures you with a smile, taking your hand and shaking it gently. "Rarely do I find people so passionate about Holbein as you and it is refreshing." He nods at Dieter, shaking his hand next.
"Hopefully I'll be back again one day." Though you can't allow yourself to be presumptuous enough to assume that you would come back again with Dieter in the future, your absolute hope is to one day bring Steph and Nora when your niece is just a little bit older. No matter what, you dearly hope this won't be the last time you see Lais Corinthica in person.
Dieter quickly fulfills his part of the agreement, giving out autographs and taking pictures with most of the staff of the museum, laughing and turning on the charm for them. They had done him a huge favor and he owed them that. Once done, he guides you out of the building and grins happily. "So, what's next birthday girl? Lunch or toy shopping?"
“If we toy shop first, then I can wear it at lunch.” The idea has been rolling around in your head since he brought it up, knowing full well that it isn’t something you would want to be actively playing with while you get your tattoo.
"You read my mind baby." Whipping out his phone, he looks for the closest store that would cater to those toys and selects it. "It's only a few blocks away." He smirks, and winks at you. "Let's go find you something to have nestled in your tight little cunt while you eat, and I can hold the remote."
“I’m going to be a wreck by the time we get to the tattoo place, aren’t I?” With his large hand entangled in your smaller one, you grin at him as you walk down the street together. “Something remote controlled, huh?” He’s going to love that.
"Well considering I don't think it's a good idea for it to be buzzing away inside you while you are in the chair..." He drolls, grinning at you. "I figured I'd relax you by making you cum before we get there."
"And an endorphin rush afterward is a great pain killer." You inform him, as though he isn't acutely aware of the feel-good rush as orgasm can provide.
“Babe.” He pouts at you, poking his lower lip out and turning on the wounded look.
"What? I—a couple of the girls on the set crew told me that getting their first tattoos made them really horny..." For a second you're afraid you've offended him somehow, and you shrug innocently hoping that you didn't say something wrong.
"No, I know." He promises. "It does make you horny. And you're teasing me talking about endorphins."
“It’s not teasing if you get to fuck me as many times as you want when we get home tonight,” you remind him, fully aware that that is where the night will end up. You’ve never had a significant other on your birthday before ever and you want to make sure every second is memorable. “And probably on the train again, too.”
He whines at the prospect of that and tugs you forward when he starts walking a little faster. "Fuck." He grunts, shaking his head. "Can I – would you let me with the toy?" He asks breathlessly.
“Would I let you fuck me with a toy?” Your forehead furrows, like you’re almost wondering why he’s even asking - he saw your toy collection. “Of course, baby. We just have to find something fun.”
"No, I—" He stops and bites his lip, his eyes practically alight with excitement. "I mean being inside with the toy." He explains, knowing that it's a possibility that you might not be into it, but if....
“You…” Tugging on his hand makes him stop in the middle of the sidewalk, and you pull him close to the building you were walking beside so that the other pedestrians will just walk around you and ignore you. “You want to…” Your voice drops cautiously low, but there is definite curiosity in it. “You want to double team me with a toy, handsome?”
"Fuck yes." His dick twitches in his pants just thinking about it. "Something small. The bullet buzzing away inside you while I'm right beside it." He swallows, nearly drooling at the idea and raises his brows. "What do you think?"
"I dunno, babe..." Alright, now you are teasing him. Batting your eyelashes with your voice low and your arms around his waist to keep him close. "You're always saying how tight I am. Do you think you could fit?"
His knees buckle slightly, making his body drop a couple of inches before he catches himself, leaning back against the wall. "Fuuuuuuuck." His whine is nearly pained, and his breath is ragged just thinking about it.
"I'll take that as a yes," you giggle evilly, leaning in to kiss his cheek before straightening up again. "Come on, baby. We're almost there."
"I can't fucking walk." He huffs dramatically and turns towards the wall to adjust himself.
It takes him a second to recover, but you kiss the pout from his lips and two blocks later you're rounding the corner into an alley to the discreet entrance to an adult 'entertainment' store.
"Okay." Dieter is over his pouting, eager to see what the store has available. Theoretically, he'd love to buy something and have you wear it out of the store. "Let's see what we can find."
"This place is huge..." Normally your toy purchases are made discreetly at the little locally-owned shop one town over, but this place is nearly an emporium. "I don't even know where to start." Signs indicating lingerie, costumes, games, toys for him, toys for her, toys for them...this store has it all.
"Anywhere you want." He promises, smirking at the selection. "I think we can just start in the toys for her if you want."
“Organized. I appreciate that.” The sheer size of the place is actually a little overwhelming, and you tuck yourself into Dieter’s side as you head up the stairs to where the toy sections are indicated.
"Now, if you don't like something, don't just agree because I like it." He cautions. "Because I like a lot of things. Doesn't mean you will."
"Maybe we can start with things you do like, though?" Looking at the racks upon racks and walls covered in options, you spot an area of shelving that clearly sports panties with vibrators built in and you tug him in that direction. "I've never had anyone else to play with these things with, so I don't know what's good for two."
"Anything can be for two." He tilts his head as he starts considering. "We will just have to see what sparks our interest."
“These are…interesting.” There are shelves upon shelves of boxes and displays touting discreet play, but after a while you stumble upon a group of them that are controlled by phone app. Some of them look like the same sort of device you’ve been seeing all along, but a few boast countless vibration patterns and the ability to work over long distances. “One of these could be fun…” You pick up a box with a bright pink device on the cover marked explicitly for long distance play as well as close encounters. “How long do you think long distance really means?”
"Considering I don't plan on being too far away from you, I don't think it will matter." He grins at you. "But maybe we can experiment with it. Have you go into the bathroom and I'll see if I can make it turn on?" There is a dirty little wink sent your way with the idea.
"I'm going back a week before you." It's not a thought you've had a lot of fun with, but he is scheduled to be on set for six more days after you fly back to LA. "And we live...not too close." You shrug meekly, realizing that you must sound incredibly clingy right now. "I was thinking of that."
His grin gets even wider and his eyes light up. "Ohhhhhhhhh, I see." His dark chuckle is filthy because of what you are proposing. "We will have to try that."
"Could make for some fun FaceTimes." But the fact is, if you think too much about how in a couple of weeks you'll be sleeping without him again, it's going to seriously bum you out. So you turn on a bright smile again and start comparing some of the devices on the shelf. "Are these sort of what you had in mind?"
"Yeah." Dieter wants to ask you to stay, have Libby change your ticket but he knows how needy that would make him seem. Even though you are enjoying yourself, you do have a life away from him. You have to be ready to get back to it. "Which one looks like something you would wear? Or want to wear?"
"Is it weird that I prefer my sex toys in unnatural colors?" There are bright pinks and purples and blues all laid out in front of you. "I'm not trying to pretend it's a real cock, ya know? I don't want something that's like...as close to your skin color as possible. I'd rather just have it be you." He's still holding the box you handed him, and you look over at it to glance at the features listed. "Plus, it's easier to tell if they're clean or not."
"No I agree." Dieter nods quickly. "Honestly I drift towards the neon colors, and glow in the dark ones are fun too." He chuckles.
"Glow in the dark sounds fun." For no reason other than it being silly, of course. "Do you see one?"
Snickering, he looks around and points to one. "There is a neon purple on that is supposed to glow in the dark." He tells you, admiring the was the toy is curved. "Looks like it goes inside you and presses against your clit."
"Think you'll fit in along with it?" You toss him a smirk as he stands beside you and bite your lip trying to imagine how full you'll feel - as if he doesn't make you feel like you're being split in two all on his own.
Groaning quietly, his eyes flutter shut at the thought of being buried inside you beside that toy. "Yes." He whispers, slightly breathless.
"That's gonna be your new favourite thing, isn't it?" The thought makes you giggle evilly, and shiver in anticipation at the same time. He's so enthusiastic about the idea that it can't be anything but pleasurable.
“Everything with you is my favorite.” He gushes without even considering how it would sound. He’s unable to remember the last time he’s had so much fun with sex, or so much of it.
"Same." Leaning into his side, the now familiar and comfortable bulk of him makes you sigh a little and you look up to find him smiling down at you just the same. "I..." Ah, fuck it. "I hope you know that if I didn't have to get ready for the school year, I would stay until you're done shooting."
“Really?” He is shocked at that, pleasure flooding his chest when you nod shyly and bite your lip. “That’s good to know.”
"What can I say?" His smile makes your heart clench and feel like it's going to explode at the same time and that word is at the forefront of your mind again. "You've grown on me."
“Like a rash.” He teases.
"Sure, babe." You roll your eyes, blowing out a breath that could have turned into annoyance except for the fact that you can actually tell when he's teasing you now. "Like a rash."
“But I’m your rash.” He coos, leaning in and kissing you. “Besides, you like the beard burn on the inside of your thighs.”
"Yes, you are. And yes, I do." The last place on earth for you to get self-conscious about a kiss is in the middle of a sex shop, and you lean into it unapologetically.
He nips the bottom of your lip. “Good.” He breathes out. “I’ll put that burn there whenever you want.”
"Do you want to look at anything else, or go grab some lunch?" With about an hour left before your appointment, you're starting to get a little more nervous, but being right here in his arms is the most soothing place you could ask to be.
“Anything you want to pick out for me?” He asks, curious to see where your ideas would lead you.
"Well you don't need a Tenga Egg." You throw him and smirk and lace your fingers through his to start strolling towards the section of toys meant for men.
“No, that would disappear and then I get to go to the hospital.” Dieter winces, shaking his head.
"Is something like a cock ring too simple?" He has a whole stash of toys, you know that, but you don't really know his preferences with them or even what they are. This will be the first time you've ever used them together.
“No.” Dieter bites his lip and smothers a small moan at the idea of wearing one as he teases you. “I think that would be fun.”
"Vibrating or not vibrating?" There are racks upon racks of the things, and you get lost a little in his little sounds of excitement as the two of you start to look through them.
“Fuck, vibrating.” Dieter decides with a grin, spotting one that is remote controlled as well. “That one you would control, baby.”
"His and hers vibrators," you giggle a little at the thought, but immediate feel the lump in your throat when Dieter's lust-blown eyes settle on one that lists multiple speeds and a Bluetooth connection. "Find one you like?"
“You haven’t lived until you have a vibrator against your taint.” He tells you seriously, picking up the box and flipping it over to read the back of it.
"I guess I'll never live, then." You tease, poking him in the side. "Pick whatever you want, and we can spend all night tonight playing with our new toys."
He grins for a split second before he widens his eyes and turns on a puppy dog look. “Mommy I want this.” He pouts playfully, wondering how you will react to that.
There's a moment there where your throat just runs dry and you nearly choke on the word, surprised to find yourself wishing instantly that it was you and him out somewhere with a little kid Nora's age that has your eyes and his wild hair. You only let the thought exist for a second before you're blinking it away, shaking your head to banish it like a haunting spirit. "I'll pass on the mommy kink," you tell him, making yourself laugh although you can hear how awkward it is. "But if that's the one you want, it's what we'll get."
He snickers, pulling you into his arms and kissing you, a grin still on his lips. “I had to.” He teases. “But no mommy kink. Got it. Does nothing for me anyway.”
"Since we're experimenting today, is there anything else you do want to try?" The check-out is downstairs on the main floor, but the two of you are slow to make your way in that direction. Too wrapped up in each other to care about speed.
“I think we should start slow, right?” He asks, looking over at you. “I don’t want to overwhelm you or have it turn out to be too much too soon.”
"I've used toys before." It's not as though having something vibrating in your pussy is a brand new sensation. It will just be new to do it with someone else. "I mean I'm not saying I'm ready to try out being a full-on dominatrix, but if there was some roleplaying or something kind of lowkey that you wanted to add in…we could do that."
“Hmmmm.” He grins and leans down to bite your shoulder. “Sounds like the birthday girl has some ideas. What do you want, baby? I’m your very willing accomplice.”
"Honestly?" The way that word makes your forehead pinch and your eyebrows raise with worry is obvious, and you shrug slightly. "I just...I know you're more adventurous than I am, and I-I don't...want you to get bored..."
Dieter frowns, stopping immediately and turning towards you. “Have I made you feel like I’m bored?” He asks, needing to know if he’s made you feel this way or if it’s just a general worry.
"No." He hasn't at all – always making sure that you enjoy yourself and that you get off before he does at least once. More if he can manage it. "I'm just...I'm just a worry wart, I guess." You're just realizing you're in love with him and that has made you instantly terrified of fucking things up, apparently.
“Baby.” Dieter senses that this moment is not one for jokes. His hand that isn’t holding a toy rests on your waist and he tugs you close. “I promise you, if I need something, I will let you know.” He murmurs softly. “I’ve had more amazing sex in the past week with you than I have had in years.”
"Okay." Both of your arms come around him, holding him just as tightly for a moment and letting yourself listen to the steady bump of his heart in his chest. It's only been a week; you remind yourself with annoyance. Chill the fuck out. "Let's go get something to eat. The appointment's coming up fast."
“Yes ma’am.” He pats your ass and pulls away. “We will pay for these and put them on in the restaurant.” He tells you with a grin.
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sorry if this is sillt, but see your jally stuff a lot and it’s made me fall in love with them, so I was wondering if you had any fic recommendations?? sorry again if this is silly or weird to ask you-you’re writing with the most recent jally fic snippet was just so good and now I can’t stop thinking about them </3
Not silly at all!!!! This is so sweet tysm 🥺🥺 I LOVE seeing other people who love Jally, kicking my legs and twirling my hair at this ask<333 I am so glad you liked my silly little Jally snippet. Gonna work on it a little more just for you anon<33 I do have fic recs (I actually skimmed through the entire Jally tag on one occasion and found some treasures).
1) I LOVE anything by staticpetrichor. The way they balance out Jally’s softness with each other with how sharp and jaded they both are as people (which I fucking love!!!), sometimes snapping at each other and crossing lines, but loving each other so much as to tolerate their flaws and improve upon their own for the other’s sake. Their interactions always feel so intimate and special, truly as if they’re the only person the other is like that with. They’re so good at writing conflicting emotions too, it’s so easy to get immersed in their fics.
2) Jally reincarnation AU!! It’s criminal how rare these types of AUs are in the fandom and the concept in this one is so interesting. I won’t spoil it but it’s so good. Good characterisations, good plot, good character dynamics (even outside of Jally)
3) Jally First Kiss fic with A LOT of feels. The author has two other fics but they’re a bit more mature so I didn’t add them to this list. Dally POV and explores his feelings and insecurities. The Jally dynamic ranges from playful and snarky to sweet and gentle which I love <33
4) Fact or Weapon is another getting together!Jally fic. There are some super raw sentences in here that that’ll suddenly pop in my mind out of nowhere, even months after reading the fic. A very soft Jally fic despite a rough start.
5) I’ve heard dyingpoet fics are good but I’ve only read this one (which was good!!!). Again first kiss Jally, again full of feels.
6) Cheating a little because Jally isn’t the main thing but it is there. I really need to reread this fic because I remember the friendship between Steve and Johnny is so good. It fleshes out Steve’s character and Johnny’s characterisation is one of my faves (it strikes the right balance between Johnny being a genuinely good and kind person while also being tough and slightly jaded). It is canon-verse tho and we all know what that means…
I do have some more fic recs but I’ll keep it at these for now. Again, tysm for the lovely ask<333
#asks#jally#this ones are fairly popular tho i will try to rec some more obscure but still good fics#next time
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THAT WAS SO GOOD!!! I am truly just blown away by this season so far. My worst fear was that the show would just keep getting worse and worse until finally dragging to a stop but they really turned things around here. I don’t know if it’s surpassed season 1 but it’s right up there with it! Lots of happy, incoherent rambling and spoilers under the cut!
BYLER STANS RISE UP!! I said before everything was too good to be true but nooope I really think they’re going there. Only time will tell if it’s a one sided crush or if Byler is on its way to becoming canon. Depends on how the last two episodes go. But anyway, it’s really subtle but it’s so there. If you know what to look for, then you know. But if Byler isn’t even a passing thought then of course it’s not going to click for you. So obviously the reviews are skewed one way or another. And there are enough hints for a proper Mileven break up so really, who knows?? Like I said, last two episodes and then we’ll see
Of course the Byler stuff isn’t the only stuff I’m excited over. It really is such a good season. The whole time, except for maybe the last two eps, was really evenly split between all the plots. Pretty much hitting A, B, C, D, A, B, C, D like clockwork. I never felt bored with any part of the story. And despite the introduction of so many new characters, it never felt too cluttered to me.
Obviously El’s story is pretty heavy, since it’s only focused on her. And the Hawkins plots are harder to juggle bc you have so many characters on that side. But I still think they did a really wonderful job, considering. The only time I was really reaching for my phone was during the Russia stuff. But for the people only here for action, I’m sure they won’t have a problem with that :P
THEY FINALLY LEARNED SHOW, DON’T TELL. I’m in complete and utter shock that some romantic aspects could happen organically. It’s so easy to spot the Steve and Nancy hints and it made me sooo happy. But then of course they ruin it by having Eddie flat out tell Steve that Nancy is in love with him or whatever lmao alskfjsdlkfjs no one is perfect I guess. Still. It’s an improvement
THE NANCY REVEAL HAD ME GAGGED. Genuinely did not see it coming and it caught my by surprise. We were screaming. But I’m 99.99% sure she’s going to be okay lmao. Although now I’m not so sure about Steve. All the hopeful optimistic talk of a future romance has me thinking that one of them is definitely going to die. And not saying I WANT that to happen but I mean come on. It only makes sense
I said before but I’m so thankful of Max’s friendship montage, and for her calling for Lucas AND Dustin when in distress. One thing I hate about Mileven is how singularly focused they were on each other. When El was in distress she was only calling for Mike, like Dustin and Lucas were just dust. So you know. It’s good to see close relationships being acknowledged even when they aren’t romantic. It’s good to see everyone being actual friends
And I’m so glad we’re shaking up the groups again. One reason s3 is so annoying is bc you knooow they saw people talking about s2 like “omg weren’t Steve and Dustin so funny together?? need more of that next season!” and as a result Steve and Dustin almost exclusively only talked to one another. I haaated that. So I’m glad Dustin and Lucas are close again, that they’re with Max, that all the teens are together, that Erica is there but not too much lol. And I loved all the Byler interactions, obviously. The trio of them with El. Them with Jonathan and Argyle, even. Fuck I even can tolerate Murray this season!! They’re doing such a good job with all the characters, it’s literally insane. I still can’t believe it
And everyone feels important. No one is just standing around. So many times last season half the characters or maybe just Will would literally just be standing there in a scene like 🧍🏼♂️ it was sooo frustrating. But no everyone actually manages to feel like an active part of the story this time around. It’s so impressive like I am still in genuine shock that it was so good
I’m sure the more I think about it and rewatch it the more I’ll find to complain about but I’m not interested in that right now. I just genuinely had such a wonderful time. It was hours and hours of content, I’ve been up since 3 am watching, but it felt like it just flew by. It was well worth the obscenely long wait, which I’m thankful for. It’s just a great fucking time and I’m so fucking excited for the last episodes and the last season. I really hope they can pull this energy through to the end and not ruin it for themselves!!
#stranger things#stranger things season 4#stranger things spoilers#byler#max mayfield#lucas sinclair#steve harrington#nancy wheeler#will byers#mike wheeler#my thoughts
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No offense do people in the tag forget that bisexuality exists?
Just coz Mike loves(d) El does NOT mean he doesn’t reciprocate Will’s feelings??? They are separate points? Mike can still be closeted and still be bi because I truly think his feelings for El were genuine UNTIL the Byers moved away. I never believed for a second he’s gay and never loved El. I don’t mean to be rude I support people theorizing but I never thought they’d erase Mike loving El. Each season has coming of age and all this means is they’re starting to be interested in romance etc than just being kids. Each season has one for each of the kids. S1 was Mike with El, S2 was Lucas with Max and S3 is Dustin and Suzie. Obviously S4 is Will with Mike.
But during S3 we can see something with Mike at the end where he start to not feel the same as he did in the whole rest of the season once Will AND El moved away at the same time so he lost them at the same time so he is realizing his feelings for Will are the SAME as his feelings for El. For me it’s wild to see both sides cannot see a possibility Mike can like two people at the same time: this arc for Mike is for season 1! Also I knew this because I saw it before vol2 dropped so they only had stuff about Will I believe in s1. I really think also they’re just describing romantic love not necessarily if it’s true love. Like Nancy was in love with Steve, then she wasn’t and now she is in love with Jonathan. This arc can be the same. Sometimes you love someone or in love with them and then you fall out of love. It happens or sometimes you like more than one person at a time. I’m a bi Mike truther so none of this matters to me but it’s sad for me to see people lose hope when bisexuality exists. It can be Mike is struggling with his feelings like ‘I’m not gay I def love El but my feelings are the same for Will and I don’t understand this.’ Mike being in love with El and Mike being in love with Will can be things that can both be true at the same time. It does not have to be one or the other. I think Will mostly knew the whole time he loves Mike and I think Mike didn’t realize he loves Will till they moved away and is confused at what it means since he knows he loves El. I hope I don’t come across bad I know some people want Mike to be gay and I’m not trying to force my opinion - just trying to help.
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This rec list is exactly what it says on the tin. 10 Stucky fics that have less than 100 kudos. Sometimes really amazing fics haven't been read by a lot of people yet, inexplicably so, and this list is a small fraction of those fics. I hope you'll give these fics a try because I truly believe that they are worth it! I also recommend checking out the other works of the authors 💖
1. Rites of the Wild by dreamsinthewitchouse @dreamsinthewitchouse [Stucky, 2,1k words, Mature]
When they move, it’s into Steve’s direction, and two things become clear at once.
One, the person has only one arm. Two, they’re covered in blood.
OR:
Steve is a nature photographer in an unfamiliar forest. Bucky is a maenad who saves Steve from their bloodthirsty siblings.
Why I think you should read this: The writing of this fic is absolutely captivating. I felt like I was truly in a different world while I was reading this story and it's a story I like to revisit. If you like fantasy, fairytales, or mythology, or if you would like to see more nonbinary Bucky, this is the fic for you.
2. Misplaced Pencils by somanywords @somanywords [Stucky, 13,4k words, Teen]
“Ma, I’m going to start drawing,” Steve says.
“Are you now?” she asks interestedly, sitting across from him. “What kinds of things will you draw?”
He stares at his spoon, giving the question the full attention it deserves. “…Things every artist should know how to draw,” he starts slowly. His Ma nods. “Things that are interesting to me…and Things that are beautiful,” he finishes.
Or, Steve and drawing throughout the years. Also Bucky.
Why I think you should read this: This fic is beautifully written. The characterization is excellent and the way Steve experiences art was beautiful to read about. I also think the way PTSD is described in this story is done in an excellent way. If you like fics that are more Steve-centric or that show Steve and Bucky in different eras of their lives, this is the fic for you.
3. The Unsent Project by papesdontsellthemselves @turtle-steverogers [Stucky, 2,7k words, General]
To: My astronaut
How’s space treating you? It’s treating me pretty badly, if I’m being honest. If only you could see what it’s done to Brooklyn. I think you’d be pretty mad at it if you knew…
Steve hesitates, reading back over what he’s typed. It’s stupid as hell, and he cringes, but he doesn’t backspace. His fingers find the keys again.
I miss you something awful. I don’t think that even encompasses how much I’m hurting without you. I feel so lost right now-- space is much bigger and scarier than you’d think. I know you’d love it. I wish you could see bits of it, but god, I just want to go home. I want you to come home.
Why I think you should read this story: This fic deals with grief in such a magnificent way. Steve's loneliness and pain are palpable through the words and the attention paid to detail in this fic is incredible. The ending had me smiling, though! If you enjoy fics that use letters to tell a story or if you enjoy fics that explore how Steve deals with the future and his grief, this is the fic for you.
4. you're not my homeland anymore by emilywithoutY @between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place [Stucky, 65k words, Teen]
"Here's the truth: when you were leaving you kissed me in the kitchen, angry, red-faced, crying. I pushed you away when I wanted to swallow you whole, burn you into my skin, press you into the hollows of my bones, until your cells became a part of me.
How's that for a secret?
I said I wouldn't ask you for anything more, but I'm a greedy bastard. So I'll ask you for this: not forgiveness, but a goodbye, if you can give it to me."
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The ghost of Bucky Barnes turns to keep walking down the next floor of stairs as Steve finally gets his mouth working.
"Bucky."
The ghost turns around.
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Or, it's the age old tale: Two boys grow up together in Brooklyn, inseparable until they are torn apart by death and war. This, our story, starts in 1990. But the truth for some people is that, no matter the universe or timeline, fate has a way of reuniting them with the ghosts of their past.
Why I think you should read this fic: This story is carefully crafted and incredibly moving. The characterization in this is so great. Even though Steve and Bucky grow up in a completely different era and live different lives, they still feel like Steve and Bucky. If you like angst with a happy ending, pining, or fics that deal with grief and other emotional themes, this is the fic for you.
5. A couple of kids from Brooklyn by unremarkable @otp-holic [Stucky, 1,2k words, General]
Bucky comes back home after a few days out on a mission and finds Steve in the middle of a research of his own.
Why I think you should read this fic: This fic combines really cool manips with truly excellent words but it also makes an important point about how sometimes people are excluded from their own story and why it matters that they aren't erased. If you like established relationships, multimedia works, or fics that make a point, this is the fic for you.
6. Coney Island Sunset by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy [Stucky, 1k words, Teen]
Childhood best friends Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers spend a lot of time knocking around Brooklyn together. One summer day, they while away the day at Coney Island, and Bucky makes the best decision of his life.
Why I think you should read this fic: This fic gives a lovely glimpse into Bucky’s head. It made me feel so soft and the writing is wonderful! If you like pre-war Stucky, friends to lovers, or fics set in Coney Island, this is the fic for you.
7. The Sweet Escape by The_Glacian @steve-x-bucky [Stucky, 823 words, General]
In a few strides, Steve covered the distance between them and wrapped him in his arms.
Why I think you should read this fic: The writing in this is unique and captivating. The story offers a glimpse into Bucky’s recovery process and his relationship with Steve. If you like slice of life stories or fics that take place after Steve and Bucky have found each other again in the future, this is the fic for you!
8. Pumpkin and Spice and Everything Nice by chubbychaser384 @chubbychaser384 [Stucky, 771 words, Teen]
Steve and Bucky are retire from the superhero business, but Steve needs a bit of time (and a lot of pumpkin-based baked goods) to settle down.
Why I think you should read this fic: This is such a lovely fic! I adore fics in which Steve and Bucky get to retire and just enjoy life and this is a particularly wonderful one. If you like retired Stucky, fluff, or chubby Steve, this is the fic for you.
9. evening glow by PurpleStarship @inthelapofthewhiteqwen [Stucky, 1,2k words, General]
They're watching the cars pass by down on the street, the children playing ball in a dead-end, the way they used to all these decades ago. Bucky wonders if some eighty-odd years down the line two of those kids will be sitting by the window in their own little place and say: "We used to play ball in that alley. Look how far we made it, sweetheart."
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Bucky and Steve spend a quiet evening at home:3
Why I think you should read this fic: This fic is so incredibly soft and the writing is wonderful. The characterization in this works so well and I loved this look into their life and relationship. Bucky’s obvious love for Steve is so sweet! If you like slice of life fics, fics where Steve and Bucky mention the past, or if you need something to make you smile, this is the fic for you.
10. Just in time by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 1,1k words, Mature]
Bucky knew the apartment he was renting was old fashioned, but walking in the front door and finding himself transported back to 1938 was not on the list of things he had prepared himself for.
AU-gust day 25: Time Travel
Why I think you should read this fic: This fic is a nice twist to modern!Bucky stories. I haven't read something like it before and it had me craving more! If you like time travel, alternate universes, or modern Bucky, this is the fic for you.
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Here I am finally talking about SEX EDUCATION 3.
I already wrote in another post that I loved this season so much and that I loved all the characters' journeys.
SPOILER ALERT 'cause I will talk about details.
• Adam became my favourite character, not just in this season but in the entire series. His grownth is simply beautiful, he goes through so many things and he grow and mature becoming a better version of himself, which is the true version of himself: a brave, caring and kind boy who wants to make himself better every single day.
I was sad of Eric breaking up with him (my boy tried so hard to be a good boyfriend for him *sigh*) but I wasn't very angry with this, 'cause I pretty understood the implications behind it.
So yeah. Adam Groff has my heart entirely.
And I also loved the development and the growth of all the Groff family members: loved Maureen's friendship with Jean (cute them) and Michael's journey.
Just beautiful. That's it.
• I love Otis and Maeve and I literally screamed of joy when they FINALLY kissed (the two best kisses of the entire series, in my humble opinion *I am weak for rain kisses sorry*).
But honestly... I am tired of this thing with them being splitted up at the end of every season: they deserve a chance to be together as a couple! Just show their little moments together, we need it!
But talking about this season I loved:
▪︎Otis remembering heart by heart his message's words (this boy has my heart)
▪︎ Otis being proud of Maeve for being accepted at America's School (husband material)
▪︎Otis speech to his mum about Maeve, something like "I don't know a lot about love, but I am sure that she is my person". Love love love.
I am still rooting for them, so I really hope season 4 could be their final endgame. We should just wait and see what will happen.
• RUBY MATTHEWS ON THE WAY. In love with her growth and the fact that we discovered that she is a caring person, with a secret passion for nerdy and soft boys (girl, you're not the only).
I truly loved her moments with Otis: they're so cute as a couple and they have a beautiful chemistry.
The moment when she said "I love you" to Otis and he doesn't say it back is heartbreaking... like, really.
But again it is not Otis' fault and neither Ruby's. They simply were completely honest about their feelings for each other, and I think it's important that this show portrayed it, because it could happen in real life: having feelings for someone who doesn't feel the same way about you, and it's none's fault if this happen.
As Otis said in season 1, in the end "Love is just dumb luck... sometimes you meet someone who feels the same way about you, and sometimes you're unlucky".
But... I think that maybe in season 4 we could have something between Otis and Ruby. And even though I'm rooting for him and Maeve, I won't feel bad if they made up and were again a couple.
In conclusion: Otis and Ruby are cute and powerful (he offering to help her with her dad and she's embarassed because she talks a lot about him with her family, sooo cute).
• Aimee Gibbs, ladies and gentleman. Give a medal to writers for showing us how healing for a trauma is not easy, especially speaking in the case of Aimee. I was sad when she decided to break up with Steve, but it's truly the best thing she could do for herself: she needs some time to be alone and discover herself a little more.
• Maeve finally having a family and a home: heart eyes. My girl deserves only the best things, 'cause she went through so much pain at a very young age. She also needs to get academic success 'cause she's brilliant! Just absolute love for Maeve Wiley.
Her mum apologizing to her and giving her the money to go in America... I cried. That was one of the best moments in the season.
• I also enjoyed very much Isaac's development: him apologizing to Maeve for deleting Otis' message was very mature of him.
• Ola and Lily, my babies. Their journeys are stunning.
I loved the development of Ola's relationship with Jean and I cried of happines when Jakob tells her "You remember me the joy". Again, LOVE.
• Jean and Jakob = heart eyes. They love each other so much, even if they're quite different. But it doesn't matter at all because they both want one thing: being a family.
BUT... dear writers, the final cliffhanger in which baby Joy could not be Jakob's daughter... seriously, what the hell is wrong with you?!?
Just wait for season 4 to see what will happen, 'cause this made me a bit angry.
• Jackson Marchetti, my boy, finally being free to do whatever he wants.
Loved so much his dynamic with Viv, and with Cal too. It was interesting watching him exploring feelings for a queer person.
In the end I loved his dynamic with his mom: they went through so many difficult moments in season 2, they needed some happy moments!
• Cal Bowman, a character we needed even if we didn't know. Just love.
• Hope Haddon... I just want to say that she gave me Dolores Umbridge vibes. And that's all.
• Eric Effiong and Otis Milburn literally invented friendship, same thing for Maeve Wiley and Aimee Gibbs. I wish I had friendships like these. Love love love.
In conclusion, these are my thoughts on SEX EDUCATION 3. I am so happy it was renewed for a new season, 'cause this show is definetely one of the best ever made.
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Blackmail – (13) A fresh start || [Alejandro Gillick x reader x Matt Graver]
previously: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12.
note: after several months, here's chapter 13.
Your relationship with Matt changed drastically in the course of twenty-four hours. He only spoke to you when it was absolutely necessary, and even then he kept the number of his words to the bare minimum. People began to notice, but no one was brave enough to comment on it with either of you being present. Even Steve refrained from saying a word and escalating things during the mission which was a pleasant surprise.
But once you were done, he invited you for a usual farewell drink and you could feel he was about to bring it up then. Matt had already left so it was just the two of you from the team in the chosen nearby bar, therefore there was nothing that could stop him from snooping around in your business.
“What the hell happened between you and Matt? He’s being a bigger dick than usual,” he began a second after you sat down across from him with two bottles of beer.
Wow, he was truly eager to hear the details. You leaned back and took a sip of your drink as you thought about how much to tell him. “What makes you think it has anything to do with me?”
“Come on, Matt is… He’s obsessed with you, he doesn’t even try to hide it. And he mumbled something about you yesterday.”
By now you had already made up your mind. You’d soon leave anyway, why not tell him as much as you could now? Letting out a sigh, you began to tap your fingertips on the side of the cold bottle. “Alejandro is alive.” Steve’s jaw dropped when he heard this. “But obviously this has to stay between us. He contacted me soon after his alleged death because he needed help and Matt found out. We—and now you—are the only ones who know this.”
Steve raised his hand to stop you. “But that happened over a year ago, what does it have to do with anything?” he asked.
“Well, a few days ago he showed up and asked me to go with him.”
“For good?”
“Yes, for good.”
“I guess Matt’s angry because you agreed.”
Nodding, you fought back the smile that wanted to crawl on your lips. “Yeah, I think so. I’m leaving tonight. It’s so weird—I mean, I haven’t seen Alejandro in a year, and now I’m planning to move I don’t even know where with him,” you explained. He didn’t have to say a word, you knew Steve was thinking it was a strange decision as well. “I know we should take it slow, like, meeting every now and then, but at the same time I remember the time we spent together in the past.”
Steve shook his head as he took a swig of his beer. “You were planning to leave the team for him before he disappeared. Sure, you and Matt had fun, but that was never this serious. At least that’s how I saw it from the outside. I think you made the right choice,” he assured you with a smile.
“Thanks. I know it probably sounds weird since I’m leaving tonight, but I was still a bit unsure of my decision. A part of me still loves Alejandro, so I’m sure we’ll figure this out,” you told him with a smile. “Thanks for supporting me, Steve. You have no idea how much that means now.”
“I can imagine your conversations with Matt about this. I’m quite sure he didn’t make it easy for you.”
“You’re right, he didn’t,” you said quietly. “Anyway, I’m gonna miss you guys so much. We’ve been working together for so long that you’re like family. It will be hard to be away from you all.”
Steve flashed a smile at you as he raised his bottle. “Well, we’ll miss you too. I mean, I sure will. And I guess it means you’ll have to go no contact because of him. If they found out he was alive, I’m sure the CIA would send us to take care of him. And Matt would gladly do it,” he added with a sigh.
You shrugged. “I think despite everything they’re still friends. But who knows, maybe he wouldn’t hesitate this time around. Especially knowing Alejandro told me something before I talked to him.” Slowly putting his bottle back on the table, Steve gave you a questioning look. “He pointed out that Matt would never leave his wife for me. I used to be perfectly fine with what we had, but then I realized that I wanted more.”
“You want a normal relationship,” Steve finished for you. “No one can blame you for that. But what did Matt say when you pointed this out to him? Did he go ballistic?”
Letting out a thoughtful hum, you said, “Surprisingly, no. He even told me he would leave his family if I decided to stay with him. Can you believe it? He made a promise he sure as hell wouldn’t keep. I mean, what are the chances of him actually leaving them? I’ll tell you—zero.”
Even though he nodded in agreement, Steve didn’t say a word. With that you silently agreed to end the conversation about your upcoming departure, and instead you decided to help him pick up some woman for the last time while he was still here. It didn’t take long, and you had to leave anyway, so soon you were entering your motel room and sat on the edge of the bed as you waited for Alejandro to arrive.
It had been so long since you last waited for him to arrive after a tough day that you forgot about that excitement you had felt in the past. You knew things would be okay with him around, and now that you were about to leave with him for good, everything seemed to come back. Everything would make sense once he arrived, every question you had would be answered, and he would sure as hell would make you feel safe.
The knock on the door brought you out of your thoughts. With a smile you didn’t even know you had on your face, you jumped up and went to open the door for him, but once you were face to face with him, you didn’t know what to do or say.
“Can I come in?” he asked to break the silence. You nodded and immediately stepped aside. Once he was inside, Alejandro took a look at your suitcase that was right under the window. “Did you pack everything?”
You nodded again. “Yeah. I—I did. Everything I had with me. But what about my apartment? All the things I have there… What will happen to them?” you asked uncertainly.
Alejandro grabbed the handle of the suitcase and pulled it closer to his leg. “If it’s okay with you, I’ll have someone take care of that. Everything will be shipped to Colombia.”
“So that’s where we’re going?” He nodded in response. “It’s okay, but I’ll give you a list of the things I’ll need. The rest can go to a storage unit.”
“All right, I’ll take care of it when we get there,” he assured you. “Ready to go?”
“Yes.”
The two of you left the motel and you soon found yourself on the way to your new home. The last time you’d been to Colombia, the two of you were planning to spend the rest of your lives together. You could still remember the joy you felt when he revealed he was finally ready to let go of the past and move on with you.
But now? It was awkward. You hated to admit it, but everything was different. The corners of your lips instinctively curled into a smile whenever you looked at him, that didn’t change, but there was that small voice in the back of your mind which told you he was a stranger now. Who knew how much he had changed during the time he spent away from you. What was he even doing?
When you finally reached his apartment, you realized one thing hadn’t changed: he was still a minimalist. He kept the amount of furniture to the bare minimum, and there was no decoration that would give away anything about his personality or life. “You’re still now known for your interior design skill,” you joked once he locked the door.
“I like to keep things simple. But feel free to change this,” he added with a small smile.
He was trying. That was… good. “No, I—I just got here, I don’t want to change anything.”
Letting out a sigh, Alejandro stepped closer and took your hand. “This is your home now too. I want you to feel like home. Also, I think you’ll spend a lot more time here than me. Whatever you want, you’ll get it,” he said.
But this wasn’t all that good after all. “Please, don’t do this,” you asked him. Alejandro gave you a questioning look, and honestly, you couldn’t blame him. “You’re acting like things were the same as they were a year ago. But a lot of things has changed during that time. I need a little time and space, I—I need to ease back into this relationship.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“I don’t know. You shouldn’t offer to do anything I want for one. Or… I really, really don’t know,” you admitted. “Things are happening a little too fast. One day I’m on a mission with the team, and happy with… you know, and a few days later I’m already moving in with you.”
Alejandro nodded as he leaned against a nearby wall and folded his arms over his chest. “Do you want me to stay somewhere else until you get used to being here?” he asked calmly. You shook your head as you began pacing back and forth in front of him. You didn’t want him to leave, that you knew for sure. But at the same time you literally needed some space. “I have a guest room, I thought you would choose that for now,” he suddenly stated.
So he knew? Wow, he knew you better than you remembered. “That… would be great, thank you. And I’m sorry. I know the things I say don’t really make sense right now, but… Hopefully it’ll get better soon.”
“I know. I won’t rush you, don’t worry,” he said. “The room at the end of the hallway is yours. Feel free to decorate it however you want. I’ll go get some coffee nearby, if you need anything, you know my number.”
“Thank you.” You watched as he left the apartment, then grabbed your suitcase and headed to the room he mentioned. “That was awkward,” you noted to yourself when you stepped inside.
Being alone was exactly what you needed now. Just some time to think, to get used to the idea of living in a different country and having him around again. You should have known he wouldn’t push your boundaries right away. He’d always been like this, considering every little aspect of a decision like asking you to move in with him before making his move.
You put your suitcase on top of your bed, and carefully opened it to pack your things out. But what seemed to be an easy task, soon turned out to be a bit of a mystery. There was a phone—that definitely wasn’t yours—under two layers of clothing along with a handwritten note. It looked a lot like Matt’s rushed handwriting.
“I get it, you want to leave and have a fresh start with Alejandro. I don’t necessarily agree with that, but I’ll accept it,” Matt wrote in the letter. “But I don’t want you to live without a safety net. I saved my number and installed a messaging app for you, so you can contact me if anything happens. Or if you get bored. I’m sure he won’t always be there with you, so if you feel like it, just call me or send a message—I’ll answer it as soon as I can. Be safe, okay? And I’m serious, call me if you need help. I’ll go and get you, no matter where you are. I love you.”
Why did he have to make this so hard for you? Letting out a troubled sigh, you emptied the suitcase then put the phone and the note in it. You didn’t want to deal with that. You were with Alejandro. You were safe. You weren’t bored—yet. And you most definitely didn’t want to think about Matt right now. This was a new life. You had to focus on that.
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Nobody's Perfect (part 6)
Warnings - smut / slight breeding kink maybe?
Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @noctvrnalmoth @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @namelesslosers
The morning light woke you gently, alongside a soft hand caressing your waist. It tickled the skin lightly, followed by gentle kisses on the back of your neck making you shudder.
"Morning you..." He whispered.
"Morning... Love waking up next to you.."
"We can do this every morning, there's nothing stopping us now."
"You're really going to talk to Steve?"
"Absolutely. It'll be fine, I promise."
"Should I come too?"
"I don't see why not." You turned round to face him, your legs becoming entangled in his.
"You'd really do this for me? Because you know you don't have to, right? I will happily walk away from Peaky if it makes your life easier?"
"Shut up..." He silenced you with a kiss and smiled. "It's happening. I texted him last night. I'm seeing him in an hour."
"We best get ready then.. god I'm nervous..."
"Shut up..." He laughed and kissed you again. "We talk to Steve, film our last scenes, do this wrap party tonight and fly to Ireland together tomorrow morning. How's that sound?"
"Perfect Mr Murphy."
You sat in Steve's trailer an hour later and glanced at Cillian nervously. Steve emerged with a coffee for each of you and sat opposite you both.
"Must be important if you've called to see me alone Cill on the last day of filming, what's going on?"
"You've heard the rumours?" Cillian asked. Steve nodded.
"Well they're true. We're together. Have been since the start of series 1. And I appreciate you might not find it professional, or appropriate given the 20 year age gap, and the press are going to eat us alive, and the focus might be taken away from the show - " Steve raised his hand to silence him.
"Cillian I'm not daft, nor am I blind. The sly glances at each other? Spending time with each other off set? You're the most reclusive person I know, and you're actually socialising with people.. I knew something was going on. As for how I feel about it.."
You reached for Cillian's hand and Steve smiled.
"It's wonderful. Truly wonderful. You two are perfect together, you know that? On screen, your chemistry is something else - the fans will adore the fact you're a real life couple."
"What about James?" You asked, squeezing Cillian's hand. Cillian then told him what James had been doing, threatening with the press and telling y/n it was going to ruin her career, she wouldn't be in series 2...
"He's an idiot. Only hired him because his dad is my best friend. I'll speak to him y/n. You'll be in series 2, there's no doubt about that. Cillian's executive producer, can't exactly bin his girlfriend off now can I?" He laughed. Cillian smiled at you. You blushed at being called Cillian's girlfriend.
"Told you he'd be fine, didn't I?"
Your final scene was ready to go - Clara's wedding night with Tommy. The two of you were stripped and sat on the bed together, wearing just a robe each to cover yourselves while the director cleared the set of any unnecessary people - privacy was always key in scenes like this. Just Anto and the cameraman remained as you both climbed under the duvet and removed the robes. Cillian now behind you. You sniggered slightly at the thick, padded underwear you were wearing. The bump you wore tightly wrapped and concealed to hide the straps holding it in place. Cillian leaned in to whisper in your ear.
"We need to do this in one take, because I don't think I'll be able to control myself if we have to do it twice..."
"Hmm... That sounds interesting... Be a shame if I messed it up, wouldn't it..."
"Not funny..." He chuckled, just as the director called Action.
His body moved against yours, as you groaned. He stayed silent - typical Tommy mode now. You felt his hands underneath the duvet, where others couldn't see, snaking over your hips and thighs, squeezing lightly. Burying his face in your hair, he whispered into you so no one could hear him.
"You're getting it so fucking hard when we're back at the hotel... You're not gonna be able to walk straight when I'm done with you..."
His words only turned you on more - you had to fight to remain as Clara so as not to arouse suspicion but you could feel your core throbbing with need.
You were desperate for Anto to call cut, and luckily it wasn't long before he did. You put your game face on and redressed into the robe, Cillian doing the same with his. Finishing up a few things with Anto, he winked at you and headed out. You bit your lip in anticipation of what awaited you back in your hotel room.
You unlocked the door to find him sat on the sofa watching TV. He tilted his head to you and smiled as you made your way over to the other side of the room, hanging your dress bag on the wardrobe and makeup bag, straighteners and hairdryer on the dressing table.
"You know you don't need all that, don't you?" He said, eyes all over you as you sat next to him on the sofa. You leaned into him and linked your hand into his.
"So you say.. I need it to make me look less tired!"
"Something keeping you awake all night y/n?"
"More like someone..."
"Who's that then?"
"This hot older guy... Dark hair, piercing blue eyes... he promised me a good time earlier.." you moved your body slowly onto his lap. He brought his hands up your legs, resting them on your hips.
"Did he now... What did he say to you?"
"He said I wouldn't be able to walk after he's done with me..." He lifted you off him and back onto the sofa, lifting your t-shirt over your head and kissing down your neck. You lifted your hips to allow him to pull them, and your underwear, down, throwing them to the side of the room. Placing small kisses on the inside of your thigh, as his hand squeezed the other, approaching your core slowly making you squirm underneath him.
"Fuck... Cillian..." You arched your back, aching for him. You gasped as his tongue found your clit, circling over it slowly, pushing a finger inside you, pumping it gently. You hands in his hair, urging him on.
"You taste fucking incredible, I'm gonna make you come so hard..." His words turning you on further, as he continued his attack on your clit, two fingers pumping into you now, moving around inside you until he felt you flinch. Found it.
Your core was on fire as he pushed that spot inside harder, increasing the pressure and speed of his tongue, making you writhe against him. You couldn't help but ride your hips against his face as your orgasm built up quickly.
"Cill... Cill... Jesus..." Breathy little whimpers of his name were all you could manage, as you came hard, your juices flowing and coating his chin, dropping onto the floor underneath you. He grinned against your mound, arching his finger upwards again making you shudder. He eased out and pressed his lips against your belly, sighing softly.
You pulled him up to kiss you, before he pulled you to your feet and moved you both to the bed.
"I promised you wouldn't be able to walk..." He whispered in your ear as your fingers pulled at the buttons on his jeans.
"Give me what you've got baby..." He pulled his jeans and boxers down, opening your legs, lining his erection against you. You were soaked, and he thrust inside powerfully making you scream and clutch the bedposts behind you. No build up, just pure, primal thrusts.
"Fuck.. seeing you with that bump today did things to me I didn't expect..."
He turned you slightly on your side, legs together. Fingers digging into your hips and thigh, sure to leave bruises but you didn't care - you were crying his name, begging for more.
"One day Cillian... I promise you that..."
He lay you flat again, bringing his body down to yours, kissing you softly, his thrusts pausing for a second.
"Needed a minute, the thought of you being pregnant nearly sent me over the edge for a second there..." You chuckled before clenching your core around him.
His thrusts picked up again, as his lips found your neck. His pace slower now, but you weren't complaining. His thrusts were now slower, more passionate. Your hands wrapped round his shoulders as he moved.
"You feel so good... You're perfect..." Your mouth kissed his neck, leaving little bites and sucks as you felt your orgasm approach.
"Oh god... Cill, I'm gonna..." He lifted his body from yours so he could watch you unravel underneath him, his thrusts speeding up a little to get you there.
"Do it.. come on... Keep looking at me..." Your back arched, calling his name as he came with you, never once taking his eyes from yours. As your breathing came back to normal, he rested his forehead on yours.
"Fuck that was good.." you sighed as he fell next to you on the bed.
"Yeah, I'm well aware you can still walk, I'll make it up to you," he laughed.
"Don't be daft, that was perfect. Now though, we have a party to get ready for. Come on, shower time." You got up and pulled him into the ensuite.
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Stepping out of Cork airport, you clutched Cillian's hand as you walked towards the waiting taxi. A few people had recognised him, but no one bothered him thankfully, both of you were still dealing with slight hangovers from the party the night before.
"You okay?" He asked as you got into the taxi.
"I'm nervous Cill, what if they don't like me?"
"What? You're insane, they're gonna love you as much as I do. I'm sorry we need to do the whole 'meet the parents' thing so soon." He kissed the back of your hand. Giving the driver his parents' address, you headed over there. It was his sister's wedding that weekend, you were attending as his plus one.
Arriving at his family home and unloading the taxi of your bags, he squeezed your hand tight before opening the door to the house.
"Cillian!!" A young, dark haired woman ran at him after the door opened and threw her arms round him. He held her tight, lifting her off the floor slightly. Putting her back down, he turned to you.
"Silé.. this is y/n. Thanks for letting me add her to the list."
"So good to meet you!!" She hugged you, a genuine, warm hug that instantly made you relax. "Come on, everyone's in the garden. Drop your bags in the living room for now, we'll sort them later!"
The garden was full of family members, all hugging Cillian and you in turn. Easily the most welcoming family you'd ever met, there was no awkwardness, it was like they'd known you for years.
"The Irish know how to make people feel welcome, y/n." He whispered in your ear before being distracted by a child's voice screaming at him.
"Unc Cill!! Unc Cill!" He turned to see the three year old running full speed at him and just about caught him before he ran into his legs. Lifting him up in the air, he blew raspberries on his belly, making him giggle before bringing him in for a cuddle.
"Missed you little dude. Wanna meet someone special?" The little boy nodded, glancing at you.
"This is y/n. Y/n, meet my nephew Dylan. My brother's youngest."
"Well hello there handsome man, I can see you got the Murphy eyes too!" He suddenly reached for you, taking you by surprise as you took him out of Cillian's arms and he wrapped his round your neck, giving you a huge hug. You could see Cillian beaming, as his brother Padraig brought you both a glass of champagne each, laughing at his son squeezing the life out of you before taking him.
"Wow, you're a strong boy!!" You coughed, taking a sip of the champagne.
"You're a natural, clearly." Cillian winked, clinking his glass against yours and wrapping his arm over your shoulder. You sank into his body, smiling as Cillian's Dad tired to fire up the barbecue.
Looking round at the whole family, who'd welcomed you completely and without question, you couldn't help but smile. You knew your future was here - with him. You didn't care about the press backlash you knew was coming, all that mattered was you were together. Everything else paled in significance.
"Someone help me light this fecking thing will ye?" His dad shouting in his thick Cork accent made everyone laugh, as Cillian and his brother rolled their eyes and made their way over to take over. Cillian's mum led you by the arm to sit with her and Cillian's sisters.
"He's a useless arse when it comes to cooking - needs to leave it to our boys!" She laughed, topping up your glass.
"Oh, Cillian can cook, can he?" You smirked.
"That he can, taught him myself - don't be believing him when he says he can't either!"
"Noted, absolutely noted."
You spent the next few hours with the ladies, them happily telling you stories of Cillian's childhood as Cillian watched from a distance, smiling yet slightly concerned at why the four of you were laughing.
You saw Padraig pull Cillian away later on that evening and you watched them head into the kitchen on their own. Cillian returned around 10 minutes later rubbing his eyes and visibly a touch shaken. You made your way over.
"You okay? You look like you've just seen a ghost?"
"Listen, there's something you need to know, and you're not gonna like it y/n." He pulled you into the kitchen and checked you were alone.
"Liane might be there tomorrow. At the wedding."
"What?"
"She's Silé's fiance, Damien's, sister. Damien had practically disowned her after what she'd done to me. But she knows I'll be there, and she's been threatening to turn up."
You took a deep breath before pulling his hands onto your waist.
"She clearly isn't interested in you any more though, so why would she?"
"Because she is still interested in me. She hasn't stopped trying to contact me since we divorced, trying to get me to go back to her. Mark dropped her ass and went back to his wife. She wants us back together. I should have told you earlier..."
"Wouldn't have stopped me coming Cillian."
"Really?"
"Really. Remember the scene we filmed when Tommy's ex showed up? Clara spent the scene making sure Tommy had eyes only for her?" He nodded.
"Game on Mr Murphy - you're mine now and I'm not allowing a cheating little scrat like her ruin a damn thing."
"You're amazing. You know that?"
"I know. Love you."
"Love you more."
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What The Heart Wants Pt.6
Billy Hargrove X Reader
Warnings : Cursing , Bullying , Harassment , Billy being Billy
Author Note: Hope You Enjoy This Chapter and I apologize this was supposed to be out but ive going though a rough patch with my family so i hope you understand.
Billy walked over to Y/N and Max; he couldn't help but overhear Susan talking to the police.
“ Sir please i just want my little girl I don't do anything else but her.” Susan says trying to calm her breathing from crying so much
“ Ma'am, your daughter stated she wants to go with her step brother and his girlfriend. We are gonna have to take you downtown for questioning. This isn't the first time Mrs.Hargrove.” Officer Powell asked why detaining her.
Susan started to protest but saw that was Max was looking at her and stopped and held her head down and started walking with the officer.
“ I'm so sorry you guys had to see that, that wasn't what I was going for, I just wanted to get our stuff so we can move in.” Billy says looking sad he never wanted Max or Y/N to see that side again. Billy then looks towards Will who was just wide eyed.
“ Hey Will right i'm sorry you had to see that I truly didn't mean for you to see that.” Billy says with an apologetic look. Will looks up at Billy, surprised by the story Jonathan and Max told him. He doesn't seem so bad hopefully they can be friends
“
“ It's okay Billy i understand”. Will says, accepting his apology.
Y/N then runs up and pulls Billy into a hug and just embraces him Y/N was so proud of Billy he finally stood up against his father. “ im super proud of you baby” Y/N says kissing Billy’s cheek
Hopper looked at the two teenagers and smiled. It was rare for guys like Billy. He's honestly happy that he has this chance to make his life right with the right people by his side.
“ Come one let’s get some more stuff out the house and go to Y/N place” Billy says while getting his key from Y/N . “ Yessss so i can more stuff then i intended” Max says while shouting in excitement to bring more of her things. “ Well as long as it fits in the car we'll just get a truck to move it”. Billy says while correcting Max he doesn't want his car to be too crowded. “ You guys don’t need a bed or dressers. My parents got you guys covered with bedding just more clothes and stuff you can fit”. Y/N says while fixing the trunk to make room.
----- 1 Hour Later----
After an hour later they arrived at Y/N house. Her and Billy explained what happened at his fathers house . Y/N and Billy starts to explain what had happened down at his fathers house and how he was gonna move forward to have sole custody of Max and to be filed down as independent.
“ That’s a very good plan Billy and you know you and Max can still for however long you like it’s no problem to us you were already family from the beginning” Y/N mother Angelina says while putting the cookies in the oven.
“ I agree with my wife you can stay however long you like” Y/N father Tremaine says while putting the sodas in the freezer.
“ we definitely appreciate the love and roof you're giving me and max I won’t let you down” Billy says while looking at them.
“ You don’t have to prove anything baby, we love you just the way you are flaws and all “ Y/ N says as she looks at Billy with full love in the eyes.
“ BABY” Both of Y/N parents shouted at the same time.
“ Ummmmm yea as of today me and Billy are together “Y/N says while looking down shyly. To shy look at her parents reaction.
“ Ha I knew it Tre you owe me 40$ bucks” Angelina says happily she knew they was gonna get together
“ Man you guys couldn’t wait till next week I could’ve had extra money” Tre says pulling out the 40 dollars to hand to his wife.
“ You are not mad about us” Billy says confused because growing with a dad like his a relationship between him and Y/N would be frowned upon.
“ never we don’t care as long as you live and respect our daughter that’s all that matters” Tremaine says to Billy while tenderly holding Angelina to him.
Y/N was about to say something when the doorbell rang, she gets up to ask who it was when a familiar voice called out.
“ Y/ N your favorite person in the whole wide world is here “
“ No I’m Y/N favorite you can ask her herself”
“ No Y/N loves me more she makes me more food than any of you”
“ Well Y/N be at my house almost every other day with my sister so I get to see her more than any of you”
Y/N knew right there it was the rest of her miniature best friends.
“ Well all you are wrong Y/N loves me more and I’m living with her” Max says with a smug look on her face as Y/N opens the door.
On her porch stands Lucas , Dustin , Eleven, and Mike with Steve standing behind them.
After Max’s statement chaos was issued.
“ What no way, no fair” Dustin whines in disbelief.
“ Yea what Dustin said , How come max stays” Lucas says while looking offended.
“ Well it’s easier for you doofus . She like me more” Max says sticking her tongue out at the boys.
“ That means we can have all the sleepovers and waffles we want” Eleven says with a bright smile on her face.
“ Okay now listen I love you all the same your all my favorites I can’t just choose one”. Y/N says trying to mediate the situation.
“ What about me guys? I can be as cool as Y/N” Steve said with a cocky grin.
The group just all stared at him.
“ No offense Steve buddy but Y/N waaaaaaayyy more cooler than you by a landslide”. Mike says.
Before Steve can retort, Billy comes to the door to see what’s taking so long and notices Steve and gives him an annoyed look. There’s one thing Billy is a lot of but he doesn’t put his hand on women. He may be an asshole and a bully but he’s no woman beater.
Y/N felt the tension before Steve face gave it away. Before a fight can escalate she steps in.
“ Okay so I got 4 movies picked out then we can go to the bonus room and play some board games and before you even ask Dustin and Lucas yes I did make you guys favorite dessert”. Y/N says while ushering the kids inside the house.
Before Steve can ask why Billy was there Y/N comes back out.
“ Thanks for dropping the kids off for Hopper I’ll call him when it’s time to come get them, '' Y/N says with a kind smile.
“ Uhh yeah no problem anytime” Steve says, stuttering, he wanted to apologize for his actions earlier but with Billy right there he’ll never get the chance.
Y/N turns to leave when she notices Billy still staring down at Steve so she grabs him by the back of his shirt and pulls him in the house.
The kids were all in the living room trying to decide which movie they’re gonna watch.
“ Baby look at me” Y/N says, grabbing Billy’s face so he’s looking directly at her.
“ baby you’ve changed for the better don’t let what today put you down you know I’m right here by your side every step of the way” Y/N says while looking him in the eye so he can see she really meant what she’s saying.
“ I know baby it’s just I want them to know I’ve changed. I got my second chance at life and to do what is right and I couldn’t have done it with you my sweet angel by my side” Billy says lovingly to Y/N.
The chemistry between Y/N and Billy is unmatched for the simple fact when it was him against the world Y/N was by his side and he will never take that for granted him and Y/N connection is way deeper than anybody can imagine.
Y/N just continued to look at him with so much adoration in her eyes.
“ Okay love birds we chose the movie we’re waiting on you guys now”. Max says with an eye roll.
Y/N and Billy walked into the living room but not before Y/N leaned down and whispered in Max’s ear.
“ don’t worry max I have a grand plan for Lucas”. Y/N says walking away with a small grin on her face. Leaving a blushing max in her wake.
— 2 Hours Later —-
After the movie ended Y/N looked over at the clock and noticed it was 7:40. It looks like they only have time for one game before she has to call Hopper.
“ So I have guys listen up, it's a little late so we have time for one more movie or game whatever you guys decide”. Y/N says while pulling out the games from the chest.
After about 5 minutes they decided on watching another movie before they left.
“ So Max I heard there’s this boy whose been crushing on you for a while” Y/N says teasingly. Y/N signaled for Max to play along if one thing Y/N knows about men is that they’re extremely possessive no matter what age.
“ Yea and I like him back hopefully he asks me to the dance” Max says with a blush on her face.
Y/N notices from the corner of her eye that Lucas is not taking what they said well which means her plan is going accordingly.
“ if you need my help with getting him to ask you I’ll definitely do it” Y/N says eagerly.
Before Max can let out her response Lucas stands up and takes her and says.
“ Would you do me the honor of my date for the winter formal?” Lucas says while looking so nervous.
Max pretends to think about it which makes him start sweating. More than he already was.
“ Yes doofus of course I’ll go with you” Max says with a smile.
Y/N was happy for Max she got what she wanted but Billy on the other hand was not so ecstatic. Y/N looked over and saw Billy with a scowl on his face.
“ what’s wrong”.Y/N asked.
“ Don’t you think it’s to soon for them” Billy says with a pout on his face.
“ Awwww his the big brother feeling protective” Y/N responds teasingly.
Billy kisses his teeth at her statement.
“ No” was Billys only response.
“ awww baby it’s okay it just a school dance they’ll be fine” Y/N says while kissing his cheek.
“……. Fine but I don’t like it”. Billy says to Y/N.
Y/N laughs wholeheartedly. He was just so precious and cute when he’s worried.
The kids looked over at them when they heard Y/N they looked at her like she was crazy but left it alone.She was alway like that with Billy.
“ Okay kids get your stuff ready I’m going to call Hopper”. Y/N says while getting up and grabbing the house phone.
After a while Hopper picks up.
“ Hey Hopper the kids are ready”
“ Umm about that I’m stuck at work and I already called their parents to see if it was okay for them to stay”
“ What did they say”
“ Well they wasn’t to keen on Billy living there but since they trust you they allowed them to stay”
“Okay that’s great I do have extra clothes for them especially when they stayed here during the you-know-what.”
“ That’s great do you also think you can drop them off at school or call somebody to help”
“ No it’s okay I’ll ask my mom in the Morning to take the kids she’ll be happy to”
“ Okay that’s great Y/N I’ll pick up Eleven after school so will the parents except Dustin he’s going with Steve”
“ Geats I’ll let the kids and my parents know have a good night Hopper”
“ You Y/N Bye”
“Bye”
Y/N hangs up and goes back to the living room to tell the kids.
“ Okay guys put your stuff away your spending the night here and Billy and my mom will drop you off in the morning” Y/N says while getting the extra blankets and pillows out.
“ Yesssss Y/ N you're officially the best ever” Max says with excitement that her friends get to stay.
“ Well I try my best but you should really thank Hopper. He's staying overtime at work, so Max and Eleven are rooming in Max’s room , Boys you’ll be bunking with Billy”. Y/N says while taking them upstairs.
“ Actually you guys can get my room. I'll bunk with Y/N just don’t touch any of my things”. Billy says while staring them down.
“ Billy now my parents love you and all but they will literally kill us if they find us in bed together”. Y/N says wagging her finger in a no motion.
“ We can leave the door open, I just want to spend time with you and cuddle” Billy says while wrapping his arms around her waist to bring her closer to him.
“ It stays wide open Billy im not playing with you” Y/N says while mugging him because she was not gonna die over this man even though she do love him her parents were a different story.
“ I understand baby i promise” Billy says while sealing their lips together in a nice passion lip lock.
#stranger things#billy hargove imagine#billy hargove x reader#dacre montgomery x reader#dacre montgomery#dacre montgomery imagines
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Tales of Arcadia Fanfic Recommendations - Part 6
I do admittedly have things left to read in my tabs I’d normally prefer to clear out before posting one of these but when you sail past the 30 mark I think it’s about time to get it out my drafts, yeah? Most importantly means this will be out before Rise of the Titans comes and emotionally destroys us all.
Needless to say soon as this is posted I give it 24 hours before 7 starts, we’ve got some amazing writers in this fandom and there’s a couple I juuust want one more chapter before I feel I can recommend it. Hope you find something you enjoy :)
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5
If at all interested in my own writing you can find it here!
General Trollhunters
Romeo, Question Mark - Jim is figuring himself out and has a question for Toby though nervous of how he might react. Honestly the support Aromantic’s need when they’re either questioning or coming out, Toby is a gem.
By The Book - After his dad left changing his world Jim had moments in his life where he needed to wrangle things in a way he could understand them with some moral support along the way that wasn’t there to do it for him, just give a light nudge the right direction. Comes with light Jilaire fluff.
That I Could Fear a Door - Jim was pulled from the Darklands whole but you cannot escape the trauma of your experiences quite so easily. It will take a little time, a lot of patience and perhaps the right ear to listen but with it can come hope.
Lest Back the Awful Door Should Spring - Sequel to the above, Jim’s capture to be sentenced by the tribunal echoes his experiences in the Darklands a little too closely sending all his careful progress hurtling back in one fell swoop. Is it any wonder he chose a false freedom that Unkar offered?
Façade - The confirmation that Mr. Strickler is not the man you thought he was probably was not going to be an easy one, Jim’s thoughts sit ill after that dinner.
Fashion - All changelings take root somewhere in a human life before their changeling one succeeds it and Nomura is no different. She felt love she could not understand and the ache of loss will follow for as she meanders through this world by the Whisper Man’s orders and her own volition of needing to belong somewhere. She will try her hand with the humans and the trolls, paint the road with blood as much as indulging herself with the arts and even risking her heart until everything leads her to Arcadia’s doorstep.
In Deep Trouble - What happened in the Deep during Season 2?
Aftermath - Just after the finale of Season 2 the Market trolls are forced to run leaving their homes behind and follow the Trollhunter they had dismissed so many times into the great unknown before them.
Don’t think - Jim weighs up his options and attempts to settle his thoughts before making the final decision whether or not to go through with using Merlin’s potion.
Nocturne for a Trollhunter - Jim learns a new hobby that gives him another way to relax that doesn’t involve cooking, one that follows him beyond Arcadia.
The Asteroid - A rare 3Below fic for my lists if centered on a certain hedge witch and Wizard. The end of the world is coming but not by Morgana’s hand and Merlin certainly never warned Douxie about it so if this truly is the end then it’s the best time to bring your loved ones close so you won’t be going out alone. Yes it’s Zouxie.
A bright future so it seemed (but that light grew a little less bright) - Claire’s parents (Or more specifically Ophelia) set her on the perfectionist’s path early, even a little slip can feel like the end of the world
Rest, Master Jim - You might be able to escape the Darklands but you cannot escape the consequences of being trapped there for so long as easily.
General Wizards
Not Found - So why did neither Douxie or Archie find the two remaining changelings in Arcadia or bring back the sole Akiridion when Merlin asked?
Place of Power - A lovely bit of shameless Zouxie fluff in that brief period the gang was at Hex Tech before the plot came to get them.
Bitter Water - Only two of the old team remain in Arcadia and those were Jim and Krel, the rest having left to pursue educational pursuits and in one particular case kept away for Nari’s safety. For the Akiridion he is still here with reminders of his heritage and what it took to have this life on earth chasing him all the way. It’s always good to have friends with a listening ear and hot chocolate.
Together, Dearest - The very act of resting is a potential invitation for nightmares and Nari is no different but when once more in the waking world you will find you’re not alone, there are hugs available.
The Night Belongs To Us - Lovingly described Skraelroc fluff during their long hunt for Merlin and the strangeness that can be observed on clearer nights.
Nineteen Plus Nine Hundred, Give Or Take - 900 years is a long time by anyone’s standards but perhaps during that Douxie can figure out how to truly live.
Twelfth Century Wizard, Twenty-First Century Witch - The follow up to the above, when you’ve lived a long and interesting life things can still pop up in odd ways... Even if you haven’t quite mastered the sacred art of texting yet.
ERAS TÚ (It was you). | Tales of Arcadia One-Shot - Would you want to live forever if it meant leaving everyone behind? Jilaire.
the only way for us to go - From his rescue from the streets of Camelot to the eventual guardian of this realm, Douxie has come a very, very long way. Through the frustrations of trying to learn magic, the belittling of others, the faith of Morgana and the power of music his experiences throughout 900 years truly make him what he is.
lay down your head - Even the mightiest can be plagued with the not so humble migraine. Skraelroc fluff.
Stricklake
Merry Christmas, Doctor Lake - Some Christmas gifts are worth going all out for and getting your friends and family to help out to make it extra special.
Grocery Run - After the incident where Merlin dismissed Strickler for being a changeling it is time for an excuse to get out the house for a bit and have a frank discussion about their relationship, the future beyond the incoming battle and lingering insecurities of two worlds colliding.
Alternate Universe
Fashionista, How Do You Look? - An AU that very much takes the term very literally here where everyone is human, Skrael, Bellroc and Nari are fashion designers plus many other ToA characters we know and love are either in the industry in some way themselves or on the fringes because of their jobs/who they know. Sometimes you work with catty bitches and want to kick back and watch the fireworks you know? Contains friends to almost to enemies to friends to maybe we’ll get our shit together this time but the odds aren’t great Skraelroc. There’s also a Zouxie oneshot in this collection that was a gift for meee because of the corner I dug in the AU.
Atlas, Fallen - When a star falls from the sky it is a punishment so when Atlas suddenly finds himself amongst the humans he had observed from above for countless ages in a flesh body like theirs he fears his Mother is punishing him and unable understand what he did wrong. While trying to find his way back home he gets a crash course in what it’s like to be human making friends along the way. Slow burn Jilaire.
she once was a true love of mine - I put this under the AU section even though it wavers between that and not, a mixture of classical Arthurian mythos and the glimpses of the Camelot in Tales of Arcadia where one kingdom collapses from war another strengthens by taking their princess as queen. While Arthur might have turned her head once it is the sibling that seems to be catching Gwen’s eye of late as much as her thoughts. Morgwen but in the department of pining.
Pulled From The Ocean - AU doesn’t quite fit this one but it feels a bit more fitting than general. A little oneshot snapshot of Jim living with deafness and the contrast of one world that falls easily into supporting that whereas the other tries their best but it makes the slip ups sting even more.
you are a stranger here, why have you come? - Fate is a funny old thing, something happens a little bit differently such as a father not leaving alone and everything can change so drastically. Nari’s fondness for children strikes again and this time it involves a 5-year old Jim Lake Jr. ending in the Order’s care and their foray into found family. Somehow Jim is even more of a disaster and as likely surmised from the fact I write this trope myself I am very weak for it.
go into your local forest and you will find a friend and a boy - Toby was unlucky in the friend department and by the time he is ten he still feels miserable and lonely having to endure Steve’s increasing bullying all the while. This is of course until he finds a blue half-troll hiding out the daylight hours munching cans in the local woods...
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deny, deny, deny
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5 times someone told Sam and Bucky they cared about each other, and the 1 time they showed it.
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1.
“You two bicker a lot,” Dr. Raynor says, eyeing the two men who sit, fuming, on the other side of her desk. “If you won’t speak to each other, then tell me this, instead. James, why would you ignore Sam’s texts?”
Bucky grumbles something under his breath. Sam seems genuinely curious to hear the answer. Raynor glares until Bucky sighs and repeats himself, staring at the floor. “Didn’t wanna bother ‘im.”
“What? I was the one texting you, Bucky! Why would I -”
“Just drop it, Sam.”
“…Fine.”
Folding her hands on her desk, Raynor sighs. She can’t be certain, but Bucky has been her client for a few months now, and she knows it takes a long time for him to tell the truth. In this case, however, she thinks the truth is there, as a small part of it. The way that the tips of his ears redden tell her that there must be more to it.
She isn’t blind. She has a feeling she might know that answer. So she leans forward a little. “Good. Thank you for that answer, James.” Her gaze slides to Sam, whose arms are crossed over his chest as he looks toward the wall. “How does that make you feel, Sam?”
He scoffs. “After everything I’ve done for him, he still -”
“You shouldn’t have given up the shield, Sam.”
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
“Gentlemen, please,” Raynor interrupts, feeling a headache coming on. She blows out a breath. “You’re both big boys now. You can handle this -“ she gestures vaguely, because she knows that they don’t quite understand yet, “- if you just talk to each other. Emotions are powerful things, you can’t ignore them forever.”
Bucky groans. Sam huffs.
They don’t get it. She’s not sure she wants to see them flounder, but she should put it out there, anyway. She leans forward. “Emotions including love, that you may have buried deep below.”
For a split second, she is met with stunned silence, before they both erupt, loudly. Denying, denying, denying, pushing the feelings down even deeper than they had been before despite the way that they fluster.
It’s okay, she tells herself. Deep breath in and out. They’ll accept it soon, someday.
Still, she shakes her head, effectively cutting them off. “No matter what kind of love it is, you care about each other. And that’s the bottom line. Once you cross it, things’ll be a whole lot easier.”
Sam looks at his lap, blinking. Bucky’s cheeks flush pink.
Raynor needs a drink.
2.
“This is really easy for you, isn’t it? All that serum runnin’ through your veins.” John hates the man standing in front of him. Maybe, in another life, they could have been friends. But the stubbornness just pisses him off, so he goes for Bucky’s weakness. He knows Bucky can take being insulted, but there is one thing he won’t accept. “Barnes, your partner needs backup in there.”
He watches Bucky’s cold stare waver, if only for a moment. John takes that opportunity to stand his ground, glancing behind Bucky, to that open door he wants to go through so desperately. Karli is right there, and the only thing standing in his way now is Barnes, and his stupid loyalty to Sam.
Bucky thinks so highly of Sam, he doesn’t have any other choice but to use that one weakness.
So they lock eyes again. “I know you care about him. Do you really want his blood on your hands?”
Beside him, Lemar shifts his weight from one foot to the other as Bucky looks down for a split second. John knows what it’s like. He’d never leave Lemar behind, though he knows with Sam and Bucky, things are a little different. He can feel Zemo’s eyes boring into them now, clearly amused. They wait.
Bucky’s jaw is clenched, every inch of him now rigid. John knows the feeling, and knows perhaps it might have been unfair to put him in that position; he knows he would stop at nothing if it were his wife in that room. That’s almost the equivalent of what Bucky must have been thinking.
But the ends justify the means.
Drawing in a sharp breath, Bucky turns around, his shoulders still tight, and John exchanges a look with Lemar as he speaks. “You’re right. We should help him.”
John’s grip on the shield tightens. Lemar grins. “Maybe you should tell him how you feel,” he suggests as they start up the stairs.
Bucky ignores them both, readying for the fight.
3.
“Super soldiers cannot be allowed to exist.”
“Isn’t that how gods talk?” Sam asks, cool and collected as ever. “And if that’s how you feel, then what about Bucky?”
Zemo carefully removes the ice pack from his forehead, weighing it in his hand as he sits up. He doesn’t know how to feel about Bucky just yet. For now, that question doesn’t have an answer. For now, Steve Rogers is the only exception, and he can’t imagine that changing anytime soon.
Still, he has to have some kind of fun, right?
So he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, tilting his head to get a better look at the man sitting at the table, and shrugs. “Why don’t you tell me?”
Sam blinks, eyebrows furrowing. “What do you mean?”
“Come now, Sam, I always thought you were an intelligent individual,” he replies, only slightly teasing. He does like Sam. He’s righteous, level-headed, and doesn’t make any stupid decisions. Except, perhaps, the person he might have chosen to love. “What do you think of James?”
“Is this a trick question?”
“Maybe, maybe not.”
Nodding, the other smiles and looks down, gathering his thoughts. “I think he’s annoyin’ as hell,” he answers slowly. “But...he’s passionate, smart, a big softie deep down...and he always does the right thing even though he’s hurting, too.” He pauses, then adds, “I still can’t tell if breakin’ you out of jail counts as the right thing, though.”
Zemo smirks, leaning back a little, tossing the ice pack from one hand to the other. “You know, when I first met my wife, she hated my guts.”
“Can’t say I blame her, Zemo.”
He chuckles, somewhat sadly, then continues. “These fights that you and James have, over the small things, they are nothing more than just couple’s quarrels.”
Sam’s eyes widen and he turns to look at him fully, as if he’s lost his mind. “What the hell are you talkin’ about? Bucky and I are just -”
“Just what, Sam?” Zemo tilts his head, as if challenging him. This is exactly the reaction he had been hoping for. It isn’t often the calm and collected Sam Wilson loses his cool, and Zemo likes to know he’s one of the ones who can get a rise out of him. “Friends, partners, all these terms you both throw around…” He thinks back to that look on Bucky’s face when John had challenged him, and his smile returns. “Perhaps you ought to think about what you truly want.”
And okay, maybe it isn’t just wanting to get a reaction from Sam. Maybe Zemo has seen the good in both of them, and thinks, perhaps, they ought to be happy, for once. His own partner is long gone, but it isn’t too late for Sam and Bucky.
Sam opens his mouth to respond, but he is cut off by the heavy sound of the door opening, and he immediately falls silent as Bucky walks in, with news that the Dora Milaje are after Zemo. Although Sam recovers quickly, staring at his laptop, Zemo side-eyes him, wondering if he might be blushing.
So Zemo stands up, shaking his head. How juvenile.
4.
Sarah leans against the truck, wiping sweat from her forehead. It’s been hours, and she still can’t believe Sam has managed to pull off receiving this much help. She knows their parents did a lot of favors, but she never could have imagined it would pay off this much one day.
She’s already made up her mind. She can’t sell this boat. It means so much to her, and to Sam.
Her gaze drifts toward the dock, where Bucky is helping Sam carry some things to Carlos. She’s almost certain they’re bickering again, but as they walk, their shoulders almost touch. Sam smiles. It’s something she hadn’t realized she had missed so much.
Seeing her brother smile, and seeing the reason for that smile, is all the evidence she needs to agree to let Bucky crash on her couch. The sun is already dipping closer and closer to the horizon, and she knows people will begin returning home soon. Personally, she has to get the boys to bed. But she lets herself enjoy this moment as long as she can.
When Sam and Bucky place down their loads, Sarah whistles, getting their attention to wave Sam over. Bucky seems to think about following, but is soon distracted by AJ and Cass, excited to meet their uncle’s ‘cool friend.’ Sam chuckles as he tells them to behave, then makes his way over to his sister, a huge grin on his face.
“What’d I tell you? I knew we could make it work,” he says, spreading his hands. Just as confident as ever, she supposes. She rolls her eyes, but for some reason, she can’t stop smiling, and his grin fades a little. “What’re you lookin’ at me like that for?”
Sarah shakes her head. “Nothing. I just missed seeing you so happy,” she admits, because although they tease each other, although they bicker, she loves him. She has no trouble admitting she cares. Seeing the confusion on his face, she hops up to sit on the back of the truck, folding her hands in her lap. “You were gone. For a really long time. And that’s okay, I know what you had to do.” A pause. “When you came back all sad-puppy-dog in the rain that first night, my heart broke. I guess I’m just trying to say I’m glad my brother’s back.”
There’s another pause until Sam comes to sit beside her, so that their shoulders touch. He nods. “It’s been a rough couple years,” he murmurs, and she nods. It has been for both of them.
They gaze at the boys, who are excitedly coaxing Bucky to flex his metal arm, who has a confused look on his face as per usual. Sarah rests her head on Sam’s shoulder, just grateful to know she’s no longer so alone. And then she sits up, turning to face him.
“But enough of that sappy stuff,” she says. “Tell me about Bucky.”
He groans. “Don’t tell me his awful attempt at flirting was actually successful.”
“What?” Pulling a face, she shakes her head. “No, not that. Tell me about him. A guy that makes you smile that much is probably one worth keepin’ around.” She nudges his shoulder and he chuckles a little, his gaze returning to the man in question.
“You’re the second person who’s asked me about him recently.” He seems to collect his thoughts for a moment. “...He reminds me a lot of Riley, sometimes.”
Sarah nods, having expected something like that. “Is it the same?” Sam and Riley had always been close, but she had never seen them get physically close the way that Sam and Bucky did. Sam shakes his head.
“Some things are better. Some things are...more annoying.”
“It’s okay,” she assures, patting his shoulder as she slides off the truck to stand up. “In case you were wonderin’, I still know everything, and I also happen to know he feels exactly the same about you. He cares about you, and I know you care, too, so it’s up to you to do somethin’ with it.” She grins as a stunned look appears on his face, walking away before he can even think of something to reply with.
She hopes they can get their heads out of their asses and realize it. After all, having Bucky around could be pretty helpful.
5.
“I’m sorry for how things ended down there.” A lie. “But for what it’s worth, suit looks good on you.”
Things had gotten dangerously close for Sharon. Too close. Luckily, though, Sam and Bucky haven’t found out the truth. If they had...well, she doesn’t want to think about what she would have to do if that were the case.
But here he is, their new Captain America, standing there in front of her with a soft chuckle and a slight nod. “Thanks.”
“All right, look, can we get out of here, please?” Bucky interjects, sounding...somewhat annoyed, for some reason. Her abdomen hurts terribly, but it’s not like she can’t handle a single gunshot wound. Still, standing around probably isn’t going to do her any good, so she nods and lets Bucky guide her.
They walk in silence for a little while until she looks at him. His gaze is fixed ahead, maybe lost in thought about something. Her eyes narrow a little. “What was that all about?”
“What was what all about?”
“I mean, you basically cut Sam off. Why’d you wanna leave so bad?” Her interest is peaked when she notices that, despite the fact that his expression barely changes, his ears redden.
Bucky clears his throat. “In case you forgot, you’re kind of bleeding out here, Sharon.”
She huffs. “I told you, I’m fine.” Watching him for a moment, she attempts to piece the puzzle together. His eyes hadn’t left Sam since he returned with Karli’s body. Back at her apartment, he’d seemed almost angry when she had complimented Sam without his shirt on. It dawns on her and she smirks. “Oh, don’t tell me you have a crush.”
His ears redden further. She guessed right.
“Don’t be ridiculous. Why would I like you?” Deflecting the accusation and dissing her all in one go. She’s almost impressed.
“We both know I’m not talking about myself.” She grabs his arm, and they both stop walking. He won’t look her in the eye. “Hey, it’s okay, all right? Your secret’s safe with me.” Of course, unless he gets in her way. That’s a bridge she’ll cross if it comes to it. “For what it’s worth, I think he’s a great candidate for you.”
Bucky frowns, shaking his head a little. “...I don’t wanna talk about this.”
Sighing, she nods. “Of course you don’t. Look, you should just go for it. What do you have to lose?”
A flicker of pain flashes across his face. “Everything,” he mumbles, almost inaudibly.
“Sam wouldn’t leave you if he didn’t feel the same. You shouldn’t hide from him.” She winces, then, not quite sure why she’s giving him advice. If he knew the truth, he’d have left her to die. But she doesn’t dwell on that, feeling his hand on her arm to ground her, and they begin walking again.
Bucky doesn’t say anything else, and neither does Sharon. She might have gone down a different path a long time ago, but she still thinks they both deserve to be happy.
Unless, of course, they get in her way.
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It’s late when Bucky comes to Sam’s door, knocking quietly before opening it to stand in the doorway, offering a beer out to him. “Fresh air?”
Sam accepts, and they walk outside together, footsteps sounding in tandem on the empty dock. A fresh sea breeze whips past, but not enough for either of them to get cold, the smell of salt filling their noses and the last couple cries of the seagulls before they settle in for the night.
They stop in front of the boat, admiring the work they had done on it together. Sam breaks the silence first. “Thanks for helpin’ out. With everything.”
Bucky looks at him and nods. “You’re welcome.” A pause. “It’s nice here, you know. Quiet. Nothing like New York.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“Yeah, I think it is.”
They gaze at each other for a moment before turning to their bottles. Silence is filled by the quiet crashing of waves in the distance. There’s a tension there that hadn’t been there before; an unspoken understanding of the situation.
Sam looks at Bucky, noticing the way the shadows under his eyes look a little lighter than they had been before. Bucky’s jaw is clenched, showcasing the stubble he’s been letting grow out, and Sam can’t help but think he looks princely.
And Bucky looks at Sam, at the way the moonlight so perfectly etches his features, his eyes bright as they stare back at him. He remembers the way Sam’s eyes crinkle when he smiles, how he reminds him of a sunshine that had pulled him from the deep, dark abyss he had been stuck in after Steve left.
They aren’t sure how long they’ve been standing there, quietly. Two words tear from Bucky’s throat, like he has no choice in the matter. “Sam, I…-”
Instead of answering, Sam steps closer, cupping one of Bucky’s cheeks, smashing their lips together. It’s rough but sweet. Sam tastes like vanilla. Bucky tastes like beer. And nothing has ever felt so right before.
Sam pulls away and chuckles. “I hope that was what you were gonna say.”
Bucky smiles, though his face is bright red, placing a hand on Sam’s hip to pull him closer. “Somethin’ like that. Want to say it again?”
“I like that idea.”
They suppose they can put the promise of ‘going their separate ways’ on hold for a little while.
#marvel#mcu#tfatws#the falcon and the winter soldier#sambucky#sam wilson#bucky barnes#they're in love but stubborn your honor#anyways#everyone knew they were in love even before they admitted it ty#my writing#agoldengalaxy#my post
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stars in the city ch. 10 by @parkrstark (Pt. 3 of constant as the stars above)
Summary: Peter and Steve are finally settling into their new life with Tony. Recovery isn't always a straight line, especially with a four-year-old, but they're trying their best. Their newfound fame has Steve juggling between his private life and the one plastered on the front page of every tabloid. He shouldn't have been surprised that the public didn't believe in his rags to riches love story. Tony usually makes it easier for him to handle it all. Until he starts to distance himself from Steve, as if now he's the one hiding something. And Steve is left wondering if he's about to lose Tony for good this time.
Relationships/Tropes: Stony, Irondad, Papa Steve, Homeless Peter Parker, Homeless Steve Rogers, No Powers AU, (Coffee Shop AU??? Sorta)
Review: This fic just always makes my heart ache in the best way. So much fluff, so much angst, it's a perfect balance that I'm just absolutely in love with!
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Devils Roll The Dice ch. 9 by @ephemeralstark
Summary: “I miss you Mr. Stark,” Peter admitted as he stared up through the leaves overhead at the stars that twinkled promisingly at him, “I wish you were back here. I would give anything to fix things, I would give anything for you to be alive today.”
What Peter didn't know, as he made that wish and closed his eyes, letting the tears fall shamefully, was that the Universe was always listening, and it was dangerous to make a wish and offer up anything.
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Tony Stark wakes up in his bed one morning, not realising that months have passed since his death - that's going to be awkward to explain to the world. Peter Parker has been living on the streets, trying to hide his identity as the entire world wants Spider-Man dead, and dealing with the trauma that Beck left him. To make things worse - it's now his fault that yet another bad guy thinks they're entitled to owning Earth.
Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, Spideychelle, Pepperony, Happy Hogan/May Parker, Homeless Peter Parker, Post-FFH, Post-Identity Reveal, Tony Stark Comes Back To Life
Review: Oh man this fic is so sad and so sweet, I love it so much! I love how it combines Peter's trauma after Mysterio with his reaction to finding out that Tony is alive again, it's just so creative!
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His Heart Bloomed Sunflowers (and he wore them on his skin) by @littlemissagrafina (Pt. 24 of Comfortember 2020)
Summary: Peter honestly didn't know how no one had discovered his tattoos yet. He wasn't broadcasting them but he wasn't exactly being the most subtle either. Although he was partly grateful for it since he was dreading what would happen when May on Tony saw them. But he was pleasantly surprised at the reactions that he got when he was found out. Peter had expected anger, disappointment, maybe annoyance at the very least. What he got was far from that.
(A sequel to Comfortember Day 4. Anxiety) Comfortember Day 29. Make/Build/Create Something Beautiful
Relationships/Tropes: Minor Spideychelle, Tattoos, Comfortember
Review: I love this fic so much! I loved the description of how the flowers wilted when the ones he'd drawn had faded, and how the ones he got tattooed never wilted again :']
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I’ll drive all night (to keep them warm) by @littlemissagrafina (Pt. 23 of Comfortember 2020)
Summary: For the next hour they tried to calm Morgan again but, just like the rest of the day with Tony and Pepper, nothing was working. No teething rings, gel, nothing. The little girl was just well and truly grumpy, tired, and sore.
Suddenly an idea came to Peter and he turned to Tony and Pepper.
"Can I try something?"
They both nodded at him, prompting him to continue with his idea.
"Can I take her for a drive?" He asked. "I'm not sure if it'll work but Ben used to do it for me when I was younger and it always calmed me down."
Comfortember day 28. Car Ride
Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, Peter & Morgan, Pepperony, Baby Morgan, Car Rides, Comfortember
Review: This one was so cute! I love Peter being a good big brother to baby Morgan, and I relate to finding trips in the car relaxing and nice :D
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It’s What Brothers Do by @littlemissagrafina (Pt. 22 of Comfortember 2020)
Summary: Morgan was somehow full of even more energy than usual that day and wanted to see if she could do the monkey bars that were attached to the jungle gym herself. Before Peter could stop her, she had already grabbed hold of the first one and let herself swing towards the next one.
But the little girl had misjudged just how heavy swinging your own body weight was and almost immediately started falling. Peter shot forward from his place on the ground, jumping and diving, just managing to catch her before they both hit the grass of the park grounds.
Comfortember Day 27. Park
Relationships/Tropes: Minor Pepperony, Peter & Morgan, Irondad, Peter Protects Morgan, Comfortember
Review: Another cute Big Brother Peter fic! I love that Peter was really protecting Morgan in this one, he loves her enough to put himself in harm's way to protect her
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The Burger Debate by @littlemissagrafina (Pt. 21 of Comfortember 2020)
Summary: Tony and Peter shared a lot of similarities, there was no doubt about it. A lot of their mannerisms were the same, personality quirks (especially in the lab), occasional recklessness, selfless hero personas, etc etc. However, one thing they didn't share was their taste in burgers. Whenever the topic came up there was a friendly, yet heated, 'disagreement' as Tony called it. No matter what anyone ever told him, Tony thought that a cheeseburger was the holy grail of burgers. And Peter, well… he happened to think the same only for chicken burgers.
Comfortember Day 26. Junk Food
Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, Peter & Morgan, Pepperony, Infinity War Compliant, Not Endgame Compliant
Review: This was so sweet and so sad, especially the part where Tony couldn't eat burgers while Peter was snapped because it hurt him too much. It showed his grief really well
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Career Day Drabble by @jen27ny
Summary: uncle happy and uncle rhodey come to peter’s career day
Relationships/Tropes: Happy & Peter, Rhodey & Peter, Happy & Rhodey, Minor Irondad, Career Day
Review: I loved this story so much! I really appreciate seeing some nice Uncle Rhodey and Uncle Happy content!!
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Summary: Rhodey and Tony have been together to the point Rhodey sees the kids as his own. Maybe that is why the kids agree to help with Rhodey's biggest gift to Tony yet.
Relationships/Tropes: Rhodey & Tony, Irondad, Rhodey & Peter, Christmas, Kid Peter
Review: This was just absolutely adorable! I love some Irondads content and this was very sweet
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evermore by @lyssismagical
Summary: Just a Solid Vent Fic. I wanna do 30 days of Taylor Swift-inspired fics (folklore and evermore) lmao but idk yet we’ll see lemme know tho
Relationships/Tropes: Spideychelle, Irondad, Peter Overworks Himself
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Summary: A giant snowstorm takes out the power in the tower. While waiting for the backup generator to come up, the Stark-Rhodes family finds a way to stay warm.
Relationships/Tropes: Ironhusbands, Irondad, Papa Rhodey, Kid Peter, Christmas
Review: I. Love this story. So much. I haven't seen very many stories that center around Rhodey being a father-figure to Peter, and this one definitely filled all my desires for such a story! It's so fluffy and sweet, and I loved every word :D
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Three Stark-Rhodes’ Decorating by @skeeter-110 (Pt. 3 of Twelve Days of Christmas)
Summary: Tony, Rhodey, and Peter Stark-Rhodes begin decorating for the holiday season.
Relationships/Tropes: Ironhusbands, Irondad, Papa Rhodey, Kid Peter, Christmas
Review: This story was absolutely adorable! It was another featuring Papa Rhodey and Dad Tony with Little Peter, and it was so well done! I love that Tony's robots and JARVIS each get a stocking hung over the fire too, and the way Peter pronounce ornaments as "orminents" was so cute!!!
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Four Poorly Wrapped Presents by @skeeter-110 (Pt. 3 of Twelve Days of Christmas)
Summary: Peter has two presents each for his Daddy and his Papa. The only problem was, he had no idea how to wrap them. He figures the Avengers could help.
Relationships/Tropes: Ironhusbands, Irondad, Papa Rhodey, Avengers Family, Kid Peter, Christmas
Review: This was so sweet! Clint, Nat, and Steve treat Peter with such sweetness, and it made my heart all fuzzy and warm <3
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breaking down this anti-ian article bc it bothers me ( from the child of a bipolar mother and a male teen with same sex attraction ) while also providing valid reasons ian sucks ( from someone who likes ian )
ive had this drafted for a while so i dont think i cover anything from season 11
tw for i^cest and r^pe
he was with a married man
in this point it points out that he was with kash and he continued his relationship with kash even after linda put cameras in the store
“Ian didn't seem to care about how wrong his affair with Kash was or how much it could hurt Kash's wife Linda, whom he saw at the store regularly. “
that is a quote from that part.
ian gallagher was fifteen in season one, kash was an older man who bought him gifts and payed attention to ian ,, that was not on ian , none of that was ian fault because he was a child
ian wasnt open with lip
“ Ian didn't tell Lip about his preferences and forced Lip to figure it out on his own. Lip was instantly accepting of his brother's truth and even offered to help him figure out any confusion he might be harboring, so it's really strange that Ian wasn't just upfront with his closest confidant from the start.”
no , lip wasnt forced to figure it out on his own and he also wasn’t instantly accepting.
in this point it mentions that ‘they’re extremely close ( bestfriends and brothers ) so its strange ian didnt tell him’
like point 1 , ian is a fifteen year old boy, growing up on the southside , and thoughout the show it has mentioned multiple times that the southside isnt that accepting
back to lip -- lip wasnt accepting, sure he was fine but ‘helping your younger brother figure it out’ by having a (female) classmate give him a blowjob isnt helping
he secretly dated his best friends brother
“Most friends have an unspoken rule about not dating each other's siblings, but Ian broke this rule by secretly entering into a relationship with Mandy's closeted brother Mickey.”
the only thing i have to say about this is , he was still with kash and mickey was a boy in his age group who was gay , growing up in the southside ian probably thought he was the token gay so of course hes going to chase after mickey
he stood by as kash attacked mickey
“Ian didn't do anything to stop Kash from shooting his new lover, and didn't even tell the police about his boss' over-the-top display of jealous action so proper justice could be served.”
okay. because two men he had fallen for had gotten into a fight, there was a gun involved and he panicked, in the end after mickey got shot he went to him
now to address the quote, he didnt say anything to the police because he probably knew that that would bring shame onto kash and his family, along with mickey and his family who are very homophobic
oh yeah and it was like 2011 and cops suck and THEY LIVE ON THE SOUTHSIDE
he and lip tried framing terry milkovich
oh the homophobic and racist dad of his boyfriend and bestfriend who tried to kill him and r*ped his daughter ?
yeah , shit man , that was real bad they shouldn’t have done that /s
he dated jimmy-steves married father
“Ian didn't bother telling Jimmy the truth about his father and didn't end his relationship with Lloyd upon finding out that he had a secret wife and family, either.”
at this point ian is probably sixteen but that doesnt matter bc i wont even address that
he met him at a club and then used his relationship with ned to make mickey jealous which was one of the reasons he kept seeing him, he didnt tell jimmy-steve about the relationship or his father bc he shouldnt find out from him he should find out from his father , again like kash, ned was an older man who payed attention to ian and ned later did develop feelings feelings for ian
he stole lips identity to enlist in the army
he enlisted because he didnt know what to do with himself, its implied/stated that the army timeline was the start of his bipolar
“While impersonating Lip, Ian had tried to steal a helicopter and then proceeded to go AWOL.”
this is because of the bipolar he suffers from, it is referenced later in the series after he gets back and hes manic
ian refused to accept being bipolar
of course he didnt accept it, it is made very clear that his family thinks lowly of monica so of course if hes the lucky duck to get what his siblings demonize her for, of course he’ll not want to be it
“He refused to take medications that could alter his personality or mood.”
okay. this is why im making this whole post, this goes along with part 15 ( or so idk ) ,,
my mother , my dear mother, who is bipolar and doesnt take her meds because they are mood altering , my mom doesnt take med because she told me once that they make her feel like shit, she told me that a little after i was born she started taking them but realized she felt nothing, she felt nothing for my dad or for i ( making her numb )
she told me anti deppresents dont help either because when shes on them and manic it pushes her past productive and into angry
my dad told me that when my mom was on bi polar medication she would seem angry most of the time
he wasnt faitful to mickey
“Ian's bipolar disorder made him very reckless and impulsive and led him to be unfaithful.”
lets break that down.
ians. bipolar. disorder.
this plot point i actually didnt like, mainly bc ian never addresses it so ill give the article a point. but then i take away 2 because they have more of a problem with his bipolar messing with him rather than the fact he never apologized and they never worked it out
ian stole yevgeny
before i start quoting i should mention because his boyfriend, who has supported and helped him is suddenly telling him he needs help, he was helping raise yev so he’ll see yev as his own
“Ian failed to recognize just how crazy he was acting...”
cuting you off right there , he was in a bipolar state, he wasnt ‘crazy’ and isnt ‘crazy’
he cant even keep count of his number of partners
just slutshaming i see
he helped throw frank off a bridge
“His relationship with Frank was understandably never the same after that, as Frank struggled to get over this act of betrayal and cruelty.”
‘was never the same after that’ frank never liked ian, ian was probably his least favorite and that point is very apparent
also , it wasnt just ian , his siblings and his boyfriend caleb
he left a healthy relationship to be with mickey
he fell in love with mickey at 15 , mickey was a comfort and always someone to fall back on, when mickey was taken away and no longer in the picture his heart still obviously was with mickey and when mickey came back he didnt know what to do
he told mickey he had a boyfriend but because mickey has been such a constant in his life he finally has back of course he couldnt resist
he liked trevor, i could tell he did but trevor wasnt the one he watched get r^ped by a russian prostitute, he wasnt the one ian was secretly dating bc it would be a death wish other wise, he wasnt the one there when ian was manic or depressive ( at the start )
he tried blackmailing an old client for money
“Instead of raising the money in an honest manner, Ian chose to visit an old client from his time working at the Fairy Tail and blackmail him into funding the shelter.”
because he felt indebted to trevor and wanted to make it up to him, it would have taken longer to do it in ‘an honest manner’ when his sister would have gotten it instead, he knew how much gay youths like he once was needed a safe place
“He grew up wanting to be nothing like his father, but this whole money-making scheme was straight out of the Frank playbook”
because thats all he knows, he grew up with that ‘playbook’ so of course hes going to take a page out of it, he is nothing like frank , franks money making schemes are selfish and for his own greed while ian wanted the money to help build a safe space for lgbt youth
he let fame inflate his ego
of course he did, hes a southside kid who was destined to fail
also it is very apparent that during the gay jesus era he went off his medication which didnt help
“Before long, he just completely forgot about his ex and focused solely on being a deity”
as much as yes, he did let it mess with his head, he was trying to still help lgbt youth and was going against anti gay churchs , in the end it didnt work out for him because he was off his meds and went over board
he stopped taking his meds
see previous point and ‘ian refused to accept being bipolar’
he actually wanted to stay in prison
because he was doing good in there
ian was helping others and was spreading awareness about lgbt with in the prison , and as him and jail scenes go , we can see people were listening to him and he was trying to make it safe sane and consensual
he let down his army of followers
“Ian admitted that most of his actions were completely irrational and the mere results of his bipolar disorder.”
he didnt want to, we can see this, because he knew he would let down everyone, his family were the only ones to ever ground him and they knew it would be the best option for his own mental health
during the gallavich wedding we can see that a lot of his supporters still have his back because they must know how hard it was for him to put all of that success on something he can’t control
he constantly wasted his potential
this is actually the only point in this article i actually agree with , so only 1/20 i agree with
his relationship with mickey wasn’t actually great
“Mickey spent the first several years of their relationship denying his feelings for Ian.”
he was raised by a homophobic and racist father who he knew would react the way he did when terry had caught the two that one day
“Even after he finally embraced his true self, Ian's bipolar disorder kept them from becoming truly happy together.”
yes but mickey was there for him the entire time and helped him through it, he told him he loved him which was really big for him and did his best to care for him
“They couldn't seem to remain faithful to each other for more than a few weeks.”
back to the point about ians bipolar but for mickey he wanted monogamy , now that scene in s11 may say otherwise but it is very clear that he wants a monogamous relationship with ian and ian ( after getting help ) wants one too, and in the later seasons they are monogamous
“When Mickey asked Ian to run away to Mexico with him, Ian refused.”
he wanted to, it’s obvious, but ian has his family and didnt want to abandon them again, i think part of him knew he would see mickey again because they always find eachother, he gave mickey all of his money and wanted mickey to have a good life
“Their relationship was simply never healthy.”
no it wasnt, but thats why the ship is great in its own way, the gay closet kid raised by a homophobic man is obviously going to have a lot of baggage , and ian who is bipolar and struggling with himself will also have a lot of baggage , but in the end they love eachother and that really shows in season five and season seven specifically
that is all lol ,,, this is long sorry
now, i am not a ian apologist , i love ian but hes a dumbass sometimes
actual valid reasons ian sucks
genuinely believes frank is worse than terry
yes frank was definitely abusive but terry is definitely worse ,,
mentally/physically/sexually abusive , the whole nine yards
terry hired a prostitute to r^pe his son , threatened to kill him and ian on multiple occasions , r^ped his daughter who ended up pregnant and is actively racist
frank on the other hand will make gay jokes but in the end doesnt give enough of a shit , he has attacked his children on multiple occasions but not to the brutality that terry has ( this isnt me excusing it )
sorry ian , terry is worse
never apologized
he never apologized for all the shit he put mickey and his family through, never apologized to mickey for cheating on him , never apologized for all the manic and depressive episodes mickey endured with him
never apologized for walking away when he couldn’t handle it, in hall of shame mickey actually acknowledges this saying ‘its youre whole MO’
debbies sexuality
he has constantly made statements saying debbie isnt gay and that bothers me because , why does it care ? as a gay man and as a gay man who soent time with a lot of lgbt youth wouldnt he support his sister even if shes just ‘experimenting’?
in the recent season he doesnt seem to care and doesn’t say anything but it still bothers me
mickey only getting like 80% of his heart
okay look , i get what ian means when he says this , everyones hes been with has made him who he is but fucking hell dude ,, shut up , thats your husband , thats the love of your life you shouldnt be saying shit like that , especially to him
and then this man had the audacity to say mickey probably feels the same about past flings when he knows that ian is the only one hes probably ever been with/serious about
obviously there is probably more but those are the main ones that come to mind
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before anyone brings up the trans or bi thing im going to explain my thought process for him
like ive probably mentioned multiple times he grew up southside and obviously only ever grew up with lgb and not t ,, trevor did inform him a lot and ian became supre accepting of everyone,, sexual preference isnt transphobic but i do think he approached the matter badly
now the bi thing , legit all i think is that he doesnt hate bisexual people its just that the man he really liked slept with a woman and never expressed any heterosexual attraction so it probably just suprised him and pissed him off because caleb did cheat on ian
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if you read this far HOLY SHIT THANKS LOL ,, im not adding things that i think are pro about ian this was just me breaking down that article and giving my two cents :)
feel free to message me and talk to me or send me articles like this about any other character/relationship and i will totally break that one down too lol
thanks for letting me rant
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