#having to put up with sitting against him like this for fuck's sake agent
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So I’m on Tatooine, right? And I know Nine says there’s plenty of room in the containers, but personally it’s way more funny that there’s just barely enough room to conceal a 6′0 Cipher and his scrappy Rattataki companion and their rifles without shooting each other’s toes off.
So I just imagine Tyr and Kaliyo cramming themselves in in an awkward game of Twister meets Tetris and they settle in glaring at each other because they get along just enough to cooperate but not enough to exactly appreciate that she’s essentially in his lap and Tyr just growls “Don’t you dare” and it’s one of the few times they just mutually agree to never talk about something again.
But this is also Kaliyo so she still ribs him about, “Hey, agent. Is that a vibroknife?” And yet both of them make the most offended scoff at the mere suggestion.
#idiots. they're idiots. and i love them#dot talk#ch: tyr#anyway agent tatooine my fucking beloved there's so much good shit here#i want to make at least three posts and it was like 40 mins worth of gameplay straight through fuck#kaliyo djannis#kaliyo's eyes kind of glowing in the dark tbh#tyr and her just staring in mildly irritated silence at each other for a minute before both of them are just like 'ugh'#the shit they do for this job#this is the real reason she says tyr owes her drinks later#having to put up with sitting against him like this for fuck's sake agent
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A/N ::: I did dishes tonight and was bent over, yeah, you guessed it, filling up the Jet-Dry thingy and thought how nice would it be to have Draken come up behind me and whack me on the ass. And then it just got terribly, terribly out of hand and now we're like 2500+ words shorter on life. I'm so sorry I do this shit. But you don't have to read it. (THOUGH ILY ALL SM FOR READING IT!!!!)
C/W ::: Domestic!Draken x F.reader, fluff, some smut.
WC ::: 2,572
You're bent over the dishwasher filling up the rinse agent again. Because even though everyone that comes through your home CAN do things, doesn't mean they WILL.
You're filling it up and it hasn't spilled yet. Like, all of it has gone into the receptacle and it's perfect. You hear Draken's heavy, booted footsteps approaching you and you're so excited to tell him your stupid little feat over the dishwasher. "Ken! Ken! Guess what I just di-" he smacks your ass with a cupped hand. And so hard, too, that it almost makes you fall forward onto the open dishwasher door.
"What. The. Fuck. Have. You. Done!!" you say to him in a tone that's borderline scaring him. "Did you not see what I was doing here? I c- hoh man. Oh my god, Ken."
"W- why're you talkin' to me like that? What'd I do? Why ... why is your face so red, sweets, hm?" You stood up and turned around, the jet-dry all over your hand. And you're so much shorter than him. He doesn't understand this fear that's bubbling up in his stomach at the way you're staring at him with such ... murderous intent.
"Um, th-thank you for doing the dishes ... right? Is that what I'm supposed to say right now?" You slap his arm, making him yell in surprise. "Ow! Wha-"
"Don't interrupt me!" you yell at him. "You know damn well why I'm upset with you. Don't play dumb."
"Ohh, is this about the ass smack?"
"Yeah, it's about the ass smack! Do you realize how perfectly I was pouring that stupid dishwasher spot rinse this time? You just ... you ruined it! I'm gonna have to wait until it's run out and try again! AGAIN!"
He laughs. "Aw, baby, you're cute when you get all mad like this. It's adorable."
"Ryuuguji. This is not fucking funny to me! You can't just hit me like that while I'm trying to do something else. I was bending over for god's sake. You couldn't just, I don't know, tap me or something?"
"Uhhh, but you love it when I smack your ass, babe. Don't even try to deny it."
"That's beside the point! You can't do it every time."
"Well, maybe if you weren't so fuckin' hot when you're bent over like that, I wouldn't feel the need to!" You stare at him with your mouth agape. "I'm just sayin'!" he adds.
"Just. Shut up. And go back to your show." You turn around and start filling up the dishwasher again. He puts his hands on your waist, sliding them around to your stomach. "Ken ... I love you, but don't touch me right now."
"What if I don't wanna watch TV anymore? What if I wanna watch that pretty mouth of your wrappin' around my..." he pressed his erection against your ass. "Hm? You look so pretty."
"Are you kidding me?"
"What, you don't want my dick anymore? Is that what you're saying?"
"Yes! That's exactly what I'm saying! I don't want it right now because you're being insensitive!" He laughed.
"Why are you being so fuckin' psychotic about this? It's just the stupid spot rinse. And anyway, wasn't I helping you by getting more of it to circulate around in there? I think I deserve a thank you for being so insightful without even knowing it."
You turned around and shoved him away. "You're unbelievable. Seriously." You put the cap back on the spot rinse and walked away from him. "I don't wanna talk to you."
"Oh, come on! Baby, don't be like that! It was just a joke!" He followed you into the living room, where you were sitting on the couch with your arms crossed. "Sweetie, I'm sorry. I'll let you do your thing from now on, okay?"
"And how am I supposed to know if you're just saying that to appease me? You can't just apologize like that and expect me to believe you."
"I'll prove it to you. I'll watch your every move and make sure you’re not doing anything else before I smack your ass. See? I can be considerate too."
"Okay, well, if you can go a week without smacking my ass when it's poor timing, I'll believe you."
"A WEEK? I can't smack your ass for a whole week? Babe. Come on. You're being cra- unreasonable about this."
"I'm being what?"
"Nothing. Just. Fine. A week it is."
"Good." You smirked at him. "So, you can start by letting me finish filling up the dishwasher right now."
"No." He said. "Puttin' my foot down. And - and no. You getting all huffy about the fuckin' dishwasher has me hard as fuck and I want you to sit on my lap. Now."
"Are you kidding me? No! I'm not having sex with you after you made me spill my hard-earned dishwasher spot rinse!"
"Baby, it's just dish soap."
"AH-HA! It's not dish soap. It's a rinsing agent!" You don't know why you felt like you'd won the whole thing right then and there. But Draken just shook his head at you and walked to the bedroom and flopped down on the bed, undoing his pants.
"Fine. Just know that I'll be over here, jackin' off while you're doing your little thing. And you'll be missing out on a good time, so, you know. Your choice."
You didn't care. You went back to the kitchen and started filling up the dishwasher again. This time, you had a timer set for 5 minutes. If you couldn't fill it up in that time, you were going to give up and come back to it later.
Draken stayed on the bed with his cock in his hand, stroking slowly while he watched you from the bedroom. It was kind of hot, seeing you so determined. He knew you weren't going to let him win this one. And that turned him on. A lot.
But you couldn't do it. The timer went off and you still had a little left to do. And it pissed you off. You walked back to the bedroom and threw a pillow at him. "Happy?"
He smiled at you. "Why don't you come and find out?" You looked down at his hard cock and back up at him. You rolled your eyes and grabbed the pillow, throwing it back to its spot on the bed.
"I'm not gonna have sex with you while you're being such a brat." You started to walk away but he grabbed your arm and pulled you toward him.
"I- sor- sorry. I'M being a brat? Who the fuck do you think you are! Talk-" he pulled you so you were standing right in front of him and yanked your yoga pants and panties down in one motion. "Talking to me like that. You're the brat here, brat. And you know what," he laid you over his lap so your ass was in the perfect position to spank, "you're about to get a little lesson in respect. I'll show you who's a brat."
"K- Ken ... don't you dare!" But he was already bringing his hand down on your bare ass, making you yelp in surprise. "Ah! Ow! Don't you fucking dare!"
He smacked you again, harder this time. "Respect, bitch!" He smacked you again and again, alternating between cheeks. "Who's a brat now?"
"You, Ken! You! Oh my- oh my god, please stop!" You were laughing so hard that tears were running down your cheeks and you couldn't believe he was doing this to you. It stung but it was also turning you on.
He stopped spanking you and pulled you onto his lap, laying you on your side so your ass wasn't touching anything. "You okay, baby? Huh?" He ran his fingers over the red marks on your skin.
"I hate you so much," you said, still laughing.
"No. You don't." He kissed your cheek and ran his hands over your body. "You love me."
"Yeah, I do."
He lifted you up and positioned you so you were straddling him. "Good. Now. Let's have sex."
"Um. I don't think so." You slid off of him and looked around for your pants. They were in the garbage. "Really, Ken? The garbage can?"
"What? It's not like I meant to throw them there."
"Mm-hm. And besides, you just spanked me! Multiple times! So no. N-O spells no." You started to run away from him, still bare assed. Your ass jiggled all the way down the hallway and he couldn’t take his eyes off of it.
"Oh, no, you don't!" He ran after you and tackled you onto the couch, pinning you down with his body. "I didn't say you could go anywhere. You're staying right here with me."
"Ken, please!"
"Please, what? You want me to spank you more? Is that it? You liked getting your ass slapped, huh? You little slut." He pushed his cock against you, pressing it against your clit. "You wanna get fucked?"
"Yes! Yeh-hess, I want you to fuck me, Ken."
"Hmm. Not so fast." He pulled away from you and got down on his knees on the floor, lifting your legs up over his shoulders. He kissed the inside of your thighs, his lips ghosting over your skin. "You know how much I love these thighs of yours?"
"Mhm. Ken, please."
"Really. Now you're begging me for it? You're fuckin' unbelievable. So needy 'n shit. Got some nerve." He pressed his tongue against your clit, flicking it back and forth. "I don't know if I'm ready yet. You're gonna have to work a little harder than that to get me going. 'Sides, you had your chance. Several, actually. So really, this is your fault." He went back to licking your pussy, his tongue delving into your folds.
You brought your fingers to your mouth and licked them, rubbing them over your clit, moaning as he ate you out. He pushed your hand away and replaced it with his own. He started to rub your clit faster, making your hips buck up. "Mm. Good girl."
"Ah! Ohh, fuck!" Your orgasm hit you hard, making you moan loudly. "Ken! Ahh, fuck!" You tried to push him away, but he kept going, licking and sucking at your wetness until you couldn't take it anymore. "I can't! Fuck, I ca- hah!"
He finally stopped and sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with his hand. "There. Now. How do you feel about fucking me now?"
You laughed at him. "Fuck off."
"Aww, come on, baby. You know you wanna." He leaned forward and kissed your lips, his tongue dipping into your mouth. "Let's finish filling up the dishwasher together, hm?" He helped you up and pulled your shirt over your head, leaving you completely naked.
"I can't believe you," you said, laughing. "You really did that."
"Hey, you said no sex. I was just taking it a step further by removing all of your clothes so you couldn't even pretend you were gonna have sex with me. In this household, nudity is not frowned upon. In fact, I may tell our friends that if they come over, they have to take their clothes off. You'd like that, huh? I see the way you look at Mikey and Baji. Kazutora sometimes. And Chifuyu. And Mitsuya."
"OK! Jesus. Yeah, your friends are hot. But I'm in love with you, you caveman."
"I know. But it's okay. They don't mind that you're in love with me, either. So don't worry about it. You can fuck any of them if you want."
"I ... wh-what? I don't want to fuck them. I just like lookin' at them. Jesus. Way to give me up so fast! Wait, have they - have they said anything about wanting to fuck me? No no no. Don't answer that. Let's just do the dishes so you can fuck me."
He laughed and grabbed you by the arm, pulling you toward the kitchen. "Fine. Come on, then. Let's fill up the dishwasher and get you back into bed for round 2."
"Oh god, please don't call it that."
"What? What else would you call it? Fucking?"
"Yes, that's it."
"Oh, right. The fucking. Got it." He walked over to the dishwasher and grabbed the spot rinse. "Here. Fill it up. I'll watch." He leaned against the counter, his arms folded across his chest.
You sighed. "Fine." You picked up the bottle and filled it up, not spilling a drop. "You're ruining my fun by watching me so closely."
"Nah. You're just being a little brat again." He stepped closer to you and pressed his erection against your back. "And you know what happens to brats, right?"
"Yeah, they get punished."
"That's right, baby. That's exactly right." He spun you around and kissed you, his lips pressing against yours hungrily. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard right here on the counter, you’ll never do the dishes again without thinking about my cock."
You giggled and shook your head at him. "You're such a horny fuck, Ken. I love it." You started to push his boxers down his hips.
He pulled them down and stepped out of them, his cock hard and ready for you. "That's my girl. You ready for me?"
"Mhm." You lifted your leg up and wrapped it around his waist, pulling him closer. "Fuck me, Ken. Fuck me right here."
He thrust his cock into you, making you gasp in surprise. "There it is. That's what I love hearing from you." He fucked you hard and fast, his hips snapping against yours as he pounded into you. "Ahh, fuck. You feel so good. You feel so fucking good."
"Ohh, Ken! Ah! Fuck! Oh my god! Hah!!!" You cried out, scooting closer and closer to him off of the counter.
"Yeah? Fuckin' feels so good yeah? Fuck I love it when you're loud!" He began thrusting even harder into you.
"No! There's a fork stabbing me in the ass, get me off of here!" you yelled, trying to get away from the sharp metal object.
He laughed too hard at that and picked you up, carrying you to the bedroom. "There you go, baby."
You sighed in relief. "Thank you." He climbed onto the bed with you and pulled you on top of him. "Now I want you to ride me. Ride my cock." He held your hips and helped you move up and down on him. "Fuck, you're so hot like this. Yeah, just like that."
You moaned as you rode him, your hips rocking back and forth as you took him deeper. "Ken, you're so fucking good." You leaned forward and kissed him, your tongue sliding into his mouth. He kissed you back, his tongue rubbing against yours.
He started to thrust up into you, matching your rhythm. "That's it, baby. I love forking you." He smirked.
"What the fuck did you just say? I'm done. This was not meant to happen today." You climbed off of him and went to the bathroom to clean up.
"Babe, I'm sor-" he couldn't talk he was laughing so hard. "I'm sorry! Come here. C'mere."
"No. You know what? No. Go fork yourself, Ryuuguji. Don't speak to me for the rest of the day." You chuckled.
You don't know what you did to deserve this beautiful man in your life. But you thank the God's everyday that he loves you back.
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will it help?
rating: explicit 18+
pairing: javier peña x f!reader
word count: 1962
summary: javi can't sleep. he doesn't ask you but you help him anyway.
warnings: blow jobs, smoking, no y/n, ball tug
a/n: from @onmysluttyknees 's request: Peña prompt - “Everything in excess is bad, except you”
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In a post-Escobar world, things had changed.
Cali was snatching up the remnants of the empire left and right. The crimes were dirtier, sneakier, and backed up by the government. Allies were enemies and now enemies were allies. The whole game had been changed overnight and while the DEA was playing chess, the cartels had three boards of parcheesi going on under the table.
And, perhaps in the most horrifying change of all, Javier Peña buttoned his collar up all the way.
He didn’t smoke.
He wore nicotine patches.
He wore ties now.
He wore suit jackets, for christ’s sake.
He walked hunched and in silence through the office hallways now. He didn’t drink with the team and he was often the last one at the office. No one in recent memory could remember the last time some woman called the office looking for a “Señior Peña”.
It seemed, to everyone who knew him, Javier had become a respectable agent. He reigned in his “machismo”, as it were. He had learned something about restraint. Call it the effects of war, post-war syndrome, but Javier was a changed man.
Nope.
To you, who actually knew him, Javier just got better at hiding it.
He still smoked like a goddamn chimney.
“Those things’ll kill you, you know that?”
He glances up from the floor, shirtless, in jeans, case files and documents spread around him like debris, smoke rising from in between his fingers. Three more burnt out nubs curled around gray ash in the tray.
It’s past two in the morning. He only does this when the insomnia is particularly bad.
There are dark circles under his eyes as he lifts his gaze up your bare thighs. You didn’t take his shirt to be particularly distracting; it was the only thing you could find in the darkness and eyes bleary with sleep. But he sighs as he looks you up and down.
“Did the light wake you up? I’m sorry – I’ll go into the kitchen next time,” he shakes his head. “Those fucking chairs are murder on my back, but –,”
“Did you already sort by date? If they’re making specific drops, there might be a pattern.”
You sit down on the other side of the paper half-circle surrounding him against the couch, taking up the files nearest you. He watches you in the low light, his mouth not yet curled up, but his eyes are bright.
“You don’t have to do this. You can go to sleep.”
“And those things’ll kill you,” you reply, not looking up.
He chuckles softly and puts out the half burnt cigarette. With a sigh, he picks up a few papers, collecting them and handing them to you. You notice his piles have been organized by location so you include those in the groupings, your thumbnail in your mouth as you try to see a higher pattern, a more digestible informational system. Head down, you miss the faint grin splitting his mouth open.
With a groan, he eases up onto his feet. As he passes by you on his way to the kitchen, his fingertips trail up your shoulder, ghost up your neck, intertwine with the loose ends of your hair, nails offering a hint of pressure against the back of your skull where he knows it makes you whine.
You arch your back up against his leg, your head against his thick thigh covered in jeans, his touch encouraging a feeling that oscillates between warm pleasure and hot arousal. Your eyes slipping close, he thumbs the line where your hair meets the skin of your forehead.
“You know I’ve cut back,” he hums quietly.
“Mhmm, on the days that don’t end in ‘y’.” He massages the rigid bend of your skull behind your ear and you bite back a moan.
“Are you going to tell me next that I drink too much? Sleep too much?” His eyebrow arches lazily, his tone answering his own question, as he drops the pad of his finger tip across your forehead.
You crack open an eye to look up at him. He’s smiling.
“You know sleeping in until noon is excessive.”
He snorts. “Everything in excess is bad.” Javi’s grip slides down your cheek, his middle finger pressed against the corner of your mouth. He taps once. “Except you.”
Inhaling the warmth and burn of the cigarette still between his fingers, you reach under the cuff of his jeans to his ankle. Fine hair, just above, a dusting over the arch of his foot.
“Will it help you sleep?”
“Does that matter?”
You dig your nails into the soft skin under his ankle. “I want you to sleep.”
His dark eyes harden, an exposed vulnerability tugging at the corners of his eyes, his mouth, making him look younger than he is.
“I don’t know if I can. But I want to try.”
You nod, satisfied with his sincerity. Another reward for knowing Javier the man and not only the agent; he never lied to you.
He breathes through those parted pink lips as you tuck your legs underneath you and roll up onto your knees. He stands there, an observer, as you rub your palm up his thigh, the muscles tense in anticipation and exertion. Your eyes caught with his as though tied together, you cup his half-hard length through his jeans, intentionally pressing the zipper into his growing erection. Javi swallows, a grunt so obviously caught in his throat. He doesn’t want you to have that just yet, he wants you to work for it. He needs you to make it rough.
You unbutton his jeans, fingers grazing the trail of hair that sinks beneath the waistband. He barely twitches. You unzip, the sound almost strikingly loud in the silence, over the distant wailing of sirens, over the almost buzzing heat of Bogota. You drop his gaze, wanting to watch this part, your lower muscles cramping in excitement. Javi breathes sharply through his nose when you reach in and bring out his cock.
In the days of Machismo Javi, there was a secret office bet going around about what his cock looked like. Shape, color, length, girth – there was money to be made all around. You are pleased to say that no one ever got it right.
Flush, darker than his skin, but redder than his nipples, you can honestly say you drool at the size of it every single fucking time.
You swallow, your mouth flushed with spit.
“Hey, save some of that for me.” Oh, the bastard is smug. But his touch is tender, affection as he rubs his thumb under your bottom lip.
You eye him as his grows, lengths, aroused by just you looking at him. You nip at his thumb, hands squeezing his thighs.
“Yes, sir.”
You aren’t sure if the noise he makes comes from your words or the fact that you swallow him nearly to the hilt in one go. Fully erect in your mouth, hot and pulsing, Javi’s eyes roll back in his head and he drops his head against his shoulders.
“Oh, fuck, baby, that fucking mouth on you,” he groans.
You breathe out through your nose, pleased at his reaction. You shift higher on your knees, the pressure between your legs already verging on uncomfortable. There is a reason you loved riding him; with this fucking cock, it felt like he was going to split you open, his feet planted, hips bucking up into you.
Fuck. Focus.
You drag your mouth back, taking time to drag as much spit and drool along his length as possible. You come to the end, swirl your tongue as if you are sucking up the curve of an ice cream cone against the thick vein underneath his cock and he audibly moans, the sound like the plates of the earth shifting to relieve volcanic duress.
His hands fly to your hair, his hips bucking to chase the heat of your mouth, but your hands at his thighs hold him back.
“Fuck, sorry.”
You accept his apology with the tip of your tongue catching on the head of his cock – he trembles under your palms – before taking him in half way, then all the way, then halfway again. You fuck him with your mouth like he fucks your cunt. His fingers tighten in your hair, nails scratching your scalp.
“Tha’s it, suck my cock, baby, suck it.”
You slide all the way down, your tongue rubbing against the ridges, your cheeks hallowed in, your mouth a vacuum seal, and your nose brushes the short, harsh hairs around his groin. And then you do, indeed, suck.
His hips lurch forward, you are expecting that, knowing exactly what that does to him, but still, he pounds the back of your throat and you gag, mouthful of him. Your eyes water, lashes suddenly wet, but he wipes them with his thumb, turning your jaw up to look at him.
Eyes pitch black, mouth agape, chest heaving, Javi looks like you could ask for the moon and he’d go out and find his best lasso. He swallows, the air jagged as he gulps it down.
“Eres tan sucia. Lo tomas sin que te lo pida. Te lo tomas tan bien.”
You can’t help but grin, spit dribbling around the corner of your mouth. He’s started speaking rapid, almost unintelligible Spanish, it won’t be long now.
He continues spewing filthy dirty things at you so you drop your jaw out of his grip, pull back out all the way, a string of spittle caught between your lips and the head of his cock, and kitten-lick the precum from his flushed skin. He punches out a groan. With your hand thoughtfully placed on the inside of his thigh, you lick him again, tug his balls just barely, and then release your jaw to swallow him entirely.
His knees buckle, a pink flush erupting up his chest, and he spews down the back of your throat with such force, you gag again. But you hold on, your nails digging into his jeans, eyes streaming until he stops, his hips slow in their thrusting, his fingers tightly latched on the crown of your head.
You can’t really understand him but you catch phrases in both Spanish and English as his body relaxes.
Oh my god
Holy shit
Fuck fuck fuck
Oh my god
You drag back mindfully of his sensitivity, your cheeks and jaw damp with tears. You finally swallow when he’s gone from your mouth, but it’s too much and his cum leaks out of the corner of your mouth.
“Oh, baby, what a fucking mess.”
He drops to his knees, wiping your lips clean with his thumb. He sucks his own thumb once before dropping his mouth to kiss you hotly on the mouth. Javier was always better at using his body, his actions to express how he feels than using words, and you can practically taste the praise, the appreciation, the awe he transfers in that kiss.
He’s shaking a bit when he pulls back. He continues back, pulling you with him until you’re both on your backs, looking up at the popcorn ceiling.
His thumb is tracing lazily whorls on the back of your neck.
“If you think those chairs on murder on your back, this floor is going to annihilate you.”
He chuckles, the sound warm in his chest beneath your palm.
“I know, cariño.”
“Do you think you can sleep?”
He rubs his face as he sits up. You follow him and take his hand, intertwining your fingers. He looks at your hand in his, contemplative as ever. But the storm clouds often present in his eyes aren’t there. He looks, shockingly, relaxed.
He nods.
“I’m willing to try.”
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Royal Pain Part 26
Hello, and we have got to the end of the massive arc that culminated the last four chapters.
I also wrote this part before 24 and 25 because I couldn't figure out how to write Eddie having a hard time on tour, but the aftermath flowed from my fingers.
Also as a reminder this story is finished, I'm just posting on a regular schedule. This story is the longest fanfic I've ever written. Topping out at 58165 it's definitely longer than 50K fic I wrote for NaNoWriMo last year (Sandman, never finished or published.)
Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9 Pt 10 Pt 11 Pt 12 Pt 13 Pt 14 Pt 15 Pt 16 Pt 17 Pt 18 Pt 19 Pt 20 Pt 21 Meta Pt 22 Pt 23 Pt 24 Pt 25
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“You’ve been sitting on that sofa for an entire week,” Wayne growled. “Steve has called three times, your bandmates at least a dozen times each. Hell, boy Miranda has been calling concerned. So want to tell me what’s fucking got you so twisted?”
“I was given a choice out there on the road,” Eddie said, twisting his rings around his fingers. “Stay in Indy and play small time gigs for the rest of my adult life or go to LA and get an album and the chance at super stardom.”
Wayne sat down next him. “Sounds like a big decision to make.”
Eddie leapt to his feet. “That’s the problem. That’s what makes me so angry how fucking easy the choice is.”
Wayne cocked his head to the side. “Sounds like you’ve got a lot on your plate again, boy. Start talking.”
Eddie started pacing back and forth. “As much as I loved playing for so many people, I didn’t like that I could only connect with a handful of them and not even the good kind.” He rubbed his chin angrily. “I didn’t like how tired we all were. It was set up, sound check, play, break down and move on to the next fucking town. And that wasn’t including all the parties, interviews, and all that other shit.”
“That does sound exhausting, Ed.”
“I didn’t like how easy it was for them to tell me to drop Gareth as drummer just because he had trouble adjusting to the increased volume. The price of fame they said. Like it was so simple to throw away almost two decades of friendship for the sake of adoring crowds and hearing our music on the radio.”
“Oh, darlin’,” Wayne said softly. “They didn’t...”
“Oh they absolutely did,” Eddie raged. “I didn’t like how they thought that because me and Steve’s relationship was new that I would be able to find someone better. Someone who liked metal, someone who would be down for the ride.”
Wayne furrowed his brow. “That doesn’t sound like good advice.”
Eddie grabbed his hair pulled at it frustration. “The last straw was when they offered to let their tattooist to finish my back tattoo, because while my artist was good, theirs was better.”
He stopped abruptly and turned to face Wayne. “I picked Steve to do my tattoo on my back because he was the only one I trusted to make it meaningful. To understand the symbolism of making something of yourself when everyone is rooting against you. I made the decision before I fell in love with him and now that we’re a couple– and for them to just dismiss him like that? It made me so angry.”
“So what’s the problem? What’s got you so twisted around the bend?”
Eddie took a deep breath and let it out slow. “I’m fucking furious because I always thought that when fame and fortune came knocking I would throw open that door and march right through it. But now? Given the choice? I’m slamming the door in its face and walking away.”
Hot tears ran down his face. “And I don’t know why.”
He dropped to his knees and began to sob.
Wayne stood up and put his arms around his nephew’s shoulders, gently pulling him to his chest.
“Did that band you were traveling with say that?” he whispered into Eddie’s curls. “Because if they did, I swear to god I will burn every record and CD you have of theirs. Don’t think I won’t. I’ll delete them off your phone too.”
Eddie chuckled weakly. “No, no. They were kind. It was everyone else we met. Agents, managers, roadies, groupies, the people around Metallica every day.”
Wayne nodded.
“I was just constantly bombarded with hateful messages and the constant running at one hundred percent...” he whimpered. “I don’t want to do it.”
“Have you told your band that?” Wayne asked.
Eddie shook his head. “I don’t dare to. I was the one that was gung ho about the touring and everything. How do I tell them I don’t want to leave the comfort of Indianapolis and home?”
“Kinda like that,” Jeff said from the doorway. His arms were crossed and he was leaning against the frame. Peaking around him was Miranda with a concerned look on her face.
Eddie scrambled to his feet and wrapped his arms around his waist. “I’m sorry I’ve been a brat.”
Jeff took three giant steps forward and hugged him fiercely. “You’re not being a brat. You’re scared and trying to figure it all out on your own, but you don’t have to, okay? We’ve all been worried sick about you. But Steve especially. I’ll call all the boys down for a chat and you call Steve, okay?”
Eddie nodded.
He dialed the number he knew by heart.
“Baby?” he asked, unsure of the reaction he was going to get. He deserved to be yelled at. Cursed at. Broken up with. He’d hurt Steve the most with this little temper tantrum he’d been having.
“Eds?” Steve breathed. “Sunshine, are you okay? Wayne said you hadn’t been eating well or sleeping much. Say the word and I’ll be there in a heartbeat.”
Eddie’s lip began to quiver and tears spilled out of his eyes. “I need you. More than anything.”
“I’m on my way,” Steve said fiercely.
Eddie looked over at Jeff.
“Tell Steve Brian will swing by and pick him up.”
Eddie nodded and relayed the message back to Steve.
“I’ll be at my apartment,” Steve said. “I’ll have Robin arrange my schedule, don’t you worry about thing, baby.”
“Mm’k.”
“I love you, Eds.”
Eddie closed his eyes and breathed in the warmth of that simple phrase. “Love you, too, pretty boy. Come quick.”
“I promise.”
*
Steve piled into Brian’s car. It was the newest, having bought it right before they got picked up by Metallica. He had finally saved up enough money to replace his beater.
Gareth and Gethin in the backseat. Gethin had come up to Indy to watch his twin’s apartment while he was gone and just ended up staying. He was currently looking for a job so that he could move in with Gareth full time.
At least that what they said on the trip down. The twins and Brian were intent on filling the air with talk and Steve let them. He let them fill him in on the tour and everything that had been going on since they’d left.
Steve couldn’t be for certain, but it sounded like that touring hadn’t been fun for anyone. Even after a week of rest, he could still make out the circles under their eyes and how hunched over they were with just sheer exhaustion.
A feeling Steve felt all too well.
Gethin was pressed against his twin’s side and was rubbing his neck soothingly.
Steve looked at Brian.
His face was set, hard and unflinching. He was going to make the drive to Hawkins as fast as he could and still avoid the cops.
Steve was grateful Brian was driving because he didn’t think he would have made the distinction to avoid breaking the law. He would have gunned it and flipped off any cop that tried to catch him.
After awhile, Steve was getting the oddest feeling that Brian was used to speeding down this stretch of highway because there were points where he would slow down for a few miles and then speed right back up.
Soon enough they were pulling up to Wayne’s trailer and piling out the car.
*
Eddie sat on the sofa with Jeff and Miranda on either side of him, just hugging him.
Wayne was busying himself in the kitchen, getting ready to feed the hoard that was about to descend on his home.
The door opened up and Brian, Gareth, and Gethin all stumbled through the entryway. Eddie was on his feet in an instant, Jeff and Miranda not far behind.
And then the trio at the door parted and there stood Steve. Looking just as tired and worn as Eddie felt.
“Stevie?” Eddie asked, taking a step toward him uncertainly.
Steve threw open his arms and Eddie ran straight into them. They wrapped their arms around each other and just sobbed.
“I’m here, Eds,” Steve murmured into Eddie’s neck. “I’m here. I love you so much.”
Eddie lifted his head and kissed him hard. “I love you, too. I regret leaving you behind, sweetheart. It nearly killed me. Every song I wrote was about you. About missing you. I don’t even want to leave you ever again, I can’t.”
The silence that followed that statement was deafening.
Steve led Eddie back over to couch and sat them both down. “Tell us everything, babe.”
And so Eddie did. He told them everything. Everything he had told Wayne, everything that had been weighing on his mind since they started touring. It all just came out in a flood.
They all listened patiently.
“Why didn’t you tell us you felt like that while we were on the road?” Gareth asked. “I knew what they were saying about me, but I also knew you guys wouldn’t drop me. If you had me about that I would have been able to reassure you that I’m not going anywhere, okay?”
Eddie flushed with embarrassment. “I didn’t know how to bring it up, it was so vile, man.”
Jeff gave his hand a squeeze. “Well, I think that you did a bang up job telling us now and that’s what really matters.”
“Someone offered to ship me out to LA and record an album,” Eddie finally admitted. “Not the band, just me. I told him that I wouldn’t go without you guys and he laughed in my face. Told me to cut the dead weight and be a star.” He dragged his hands over his face.
“But there were other offers. Good ones. Ones that included the band, well most of it, anyway. Always under the proviso that Gareth be replaced either on tour or all together. They didn’t want to make any accommodations for him even though there is a drummer with one god damn arm!”
“So the options are,” Brian said, “stay in Indy doing what we’ve been doing, only better because of the money we got for doing this tour. Go to LA without Gareth. Go to LA with Gareth but only as a studio musician and take some person we don’t know on tour with us. Does that sound about right?”
Just then Gareth’s phone went off. He looked at it with a frown. It wasn’t a number recognized so he let it go to voicemail. He pulled it up after the notification popped up.
He listened to message with wide eyes. “Hey guys, I think we have another option.” And he played the message so everyone could hear.
“Hey, Mr Hughes,” the tinny voice said through the speaker. “This is Murray Bauman, I’m music producer, we spoke in Las Vegas. I think I have the perfect deal for you boys. You were telling me that touring was really hard on you and that if there was an option you wouldn’t do that. I know you weren’t speaking for all your band, but I could tell that they would do anything for you, all four of you being such good friends.
“So the reason for this call is that I own a small music company in Bloomington and boy do I have a deal for you all. You would make a record through us, we would sell and distribute the record, keeping a portion of the sales, of course. But you wouldn’t have to tour. You have a steady gig as I understand it. If your fans want to see you play, they’ll know where to find you.
“But give me a call, we’ll hash out the details. My phone number is 555-555-2080...” and then message beeped, signaling the end of the voicemail.
Eddie looked down at the phone and then back up at Gareth. “Oh.”
Gareth grinned. “We don’t even have to take his offer, but I vote we listen to it. Brian can bring Cecil.”
Brian nodded. “He’s only got a semester left of law school, but I’ll have him brush up on his contract law to be on the safe side.”
Jeff raised his hand. “All in favor of hearing Mr Bauman out raise your hand?”
Eddie, Brian, and Gareth’s hands shot up.
“Sounds good,” Jeff said. “You call him back and set it up and if it doesn’t work out we can vote again.”
Brian shook his head. “Nah. I think if it doesn’t work, we stick to Nightmare Holes. We took a swing at it and if it’s a miss then we tried. I thought I wanted the touring and everything that came with stardom, but like Eddie I learned I wanted the romanticized version of it. I’ll be happy playing in front of our friends for the rest of our lives.”
The rest of the band nodded.
Soon everyone getting up to go back to Indy, but Steve stayed behind, he would go back up with Eddie in the morning. They had things to discuss that went deeper then the band.
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Part 27 Part 28 Epilogue
I told you I would fix it.
Also a little BTS, the reason in my head for why things went wrong on tour but immediately righted itself when Eddie and Steve met up again? Steve still has Eddie's lucky pick. ;)
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Adam and Why I Felt His Character Disappointing
Sooo, I have watched the first two episodes of Hazbin Hotel! While I did really enjoy Status Quo (The song, the fact that Vox loses his first match against Alastor in the show is quite sad.) the rest of the show, I had a lot of problems. Especially the way they handled Adam.
(Look at this lil' shid.)
The dude-bro thing is just too much. It feels like his entire character is just Mammon but Angel.
Now, I've been working on rewrites for months now, slowly turning it into my own piece of fiction. Funnily enough, me and Vivzie had the same idea of taking from Paradise Falls. I feel like the book is great and can have many different ways of interpreting it. However, I am not here to talk about Lucifer, so lets instead get back to Adam.
So, let me tell you all about Adam in Below Zion and how he is in a bit of an odd spot considering Angels...:
Adam is in his luxury spire, pacing around, phone in hand, another hand flailing, disappointment, sadness and anger is felt in the presence of his holy living room.
"You hold the keys to the Well of Souls, you lead an army of an entirely new species of Angels! And you're letting these absolute nutjobs beat you!? Adam, come on! You're better than that! I mean for fuck sake man, you have the name of the first human! He got like... 100 percent of woman in his time!"
"Good on him, but i have 0 percent. I'm telling you, there's something wrong with women. They Never go for a nice guy like me, only for douchebags who probably don't even treat them right!"
"Well, Adam. Do tell me… how would YOU treat your woman?"
"Well, i treat M'lady like a queen, of course! They don't know how good they would have it with me!"
"... M'lady...M'lady? Adam... you don't treat woman like... oh my... Mrghhh! Look, this is the third time this week. Why don't you just come over to me and... we'll talk bro to bro. How does that sound, hm?"
"...I don't know what you have, the Virtuosos (opposite of sinner, worships angels despite flaws) tell me it's Top gentemanly behavior of the century. And yes... I'd love that. I'm coming. And i'm bringing my emotional support Lute."
"... Just... just come over here and we'll fix you up... or attempt to at least..."
Adam sighs, and hangs up. Lute comes out of Adams room with a suggestive smile, like she always does.
"Mmm, we're visiting Master Lucifer, sir?"
"We are, my dear Lute."
He says, kissing her forehead.
"Just a trip for a talk between bros. Sounds lovely, doesn't it?"
"Indeed, sir... Would you like me to transform?"
"That would be preferable for the way... yes. Makes getting out of town easier."
She nods... and folds into a brilliant lute! And then... Adam is off... taking flight to meet with Lucy...
Adam is an agent of Lucifer whom is... okay, lets not beat around the bush here. He is an incel. The odd thing here is that, Exterminators are an unofficial branch of Heavens military. So unofficial that even Arch-Angels don't know about them. They are robotic angels, made by Lucifer and a dear friend of his, trained and maintained by Adam. Adam is also not the leader of the Angels. He works at a very high position, that being that he guards the Well of Souls that leads to the conjuration of all the souls on Earth. All Exterminators are made for Lucifer and Adam. The marks on their eyes are the Mark of Lucifer. They belong to him. They do whatever HE wants.
This makes Adams girlfriend a robot.
He has an AI girlfriend.
He objectifies women to no end.
He is also very good at his job as being Lucifers mole in Heaven. While Sinners do pacts with each other, Adam allows Lucifer to have a foothold in Heaven, years after he got kicked out...
Adam is in his luxury spire, sitting at his computer, with a plate of pretzels on the desk, phone in hand, screaming wildly to it!
"What you're suggesting is ABSOLUTELY ludicrous! I will have NONE of it! You will deal with the Brightwing family until next week or I'll make sure to put that pact to good use!"
From the phone, a rather paniced individual speaks!
"Hah, BITCH! You think you have any say in here!? Killing the guys children- what don't tell me YOU have any children!? You do?! Well, uh, thats the thing! Noooot anymore you don't! I'll see you again soooooon~
The other angel on the phone seems to speak in an extremely agitated and afraid tone! Pleading!
"Oh! Changed your mind have you!? Great, GREAT! NOW! I got the whole thing planned out for you, so YOU can't mess this up! Sending you the docs. DON'T. MESS. THIS. UP! BYE, ASSHOLE!"
He hangs up and grins triumphantly…
He continues to deal with the usual fluff. Lucifers extend into heavens business. Angels need a good amount of convincing to stay in line sometimes, but it's good work, and… dare he say it, fun~ With how he feels life is treating him, it feels Great to be able to make the lives of others even worse. It having such a positive impact on the work of his best bud is of course a wonderful bonus!
He is a lonely asshole that lives off of the misery of others and finds purpose in serving someone like Lucifer.
He is a villain, but he is a lot more complicated than just being a dude-bro.
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HI CAKE IM HERE WITH AN RE6 LEON IDEA: Maybe during the plane ride to China, Leon finds out that reader was severely injured (perhaps has broken ribs or a stab wound/gash) and was trying to hide it until she suddenly coughs/throws up blood, and he takes reader to the bathroom to help her out/scold her when reader is like "i didn't want you to worry about me, boss" skssswidbdid maybe rookie! Reader? loVE YOU <3 MWAH
YES! LOVE ME SOME PROTECTIVE RE6 LEON! This took a minute and I'm sorry about that but here ya go! ❤️
Leon's eyes are sharp. Some could even joke that his gaze could very well put a hawk to shame. Even if it weren't a joke, you'd believe it. So the moment you found that deep red splotch on your gloved hand, and tasted copper on your tongue, after you coughed- you knew you were fucked. Because if you could see it, then Leon definitely could see it too. And you would be correct when the man sitting across from you is up in a flash and quickly hauling you off to the airplane's bathroom without a word.
Only Leon could ever make silence still seem utterly loud.
You swore you were gonna tell him sooner, but the mission took so many unexpected turns you weren't sure when would've been the right time. Now you can't even bring yourself to lock eyes with the blonde agent while he works on cleaning and bandaging the wound inflicted to your side. Which was bigger than you originally thought- feeling him have to slightly move your bra upwards more to disinfect the whole thing. Not that you have to risk being burned by Leon's intimidating stare anyway, just by the tone of his voice, you know he isn't happy.
"What the fuck were you thinking not telling me about this?" He speaks lowly while wrapping the gauze around your torso, while you keep your shirt out of his way and sit quietly. Feeling so small before him. "I mean for Christ's sake y/n. Your whole side is a mess, you could have broken ribs, and possibly an infection. Yet you're treating it like it's a damn paper cut." You lightly flinch, but not from the pain, Leon normally uses nicknames when addressing you. Things like- Rookie, Sunshine, Princess, and Little Miss.
It's not often he uses your actual name. Let alone say it with such anger. That's what truly sets in stone that you really messed up. Eventually, once you're wound is fully dressed, Leon steps away and crosses his arms, still glaring at you and waiting for an explanation. "Answer me, agent..."
His command makes you tense up slightly before releasing a small sigh as you finally pick your head up to try and at least glance at him. "I wasn't sure when would've been the right time to tell you. I mean the President's dead and now the three of us are fugitives." You explain with a sense of defeat, your eyes quick to fall away from your superior and look at the floor instead, your tone growing quieter. "There's already so much you have to worry about. I didn't want you to worry about me too."
The angry crease in Leon's brows soften at your answer as he uncrosses his arms. Feeling a pang of guilt for snapping at you now. He could say you shouldn't hide things like that just for other people's sake, but that would make him a hypocrite. The man knows he'd do the exact same thing. Hell, he's never stopped doing that. Leon slowly moves back towards you in order to help you slip your weapons harness back on, being careful to not make it too tight against your side.
"You know, I've been given orders to make you one of my top priorities. So it's technically my job to worry about you." The agent muses, his tone softer now. Letting a small smile tug at his lips when you fully look up at him. "Meaning, don't hold out on me when you're hurt like this. Especially if it's this severe. Just... Talk to me, ok?" He asks, bright blue eyes holding a silent plea as his thick fingers somehow find their way to be intertwined with your nimble ones. You'd both glance down, but find that neither you nor Leon would let go right away, if anything you lightly squeeze his hands with a smile and nod. "Ok."
The agent mirrors your smile before reluctantly letting his fingers retreat to help you off the counter and opens the bathroom door for you. "Now let's go kick Simmons' ass." Your smile breaks into a full grin, more than ready to take that bastard down, "Yes sir!" Your excitable response rewards you with a chuckle from Leon as he follows you back to your seats. Little do you know, the government never actually gave Leon those orders. But that isn't stopping him.
You're his main priority.
#this took an embarrassing amount of time#but better late than never#plus writing Leon being alittle mean only because he deeply cares and wants to protect is something I actually don't do often#i should write it more 😌#just protective Leon in general#i need ALL of it#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy#resident evil#resident evil 6#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you#leon s kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy x you#re6 leon
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Bucky Barnes|| fighting
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Pairing: Bucky x fem!reader
Summary: Reader finally goes on a mission with her boyfriend and Sam but gets injured in the fight of taking down HYDRA agents. Fight breaks out between Bucky and Y/N.
Pronouns used: she/her
Warnings: Blood, curse words. Angst/fluff?
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Cursing to myself I held my hand firmly on the bullet wound on my side trying to stop as much blood as I possibly could.
I knew Bucky was going to be mad but trying to take down those Hydra agents on my own but Sam and Bucky were too busy fighting leaving me to get the USB stick with all the data.
All the information Hydra had on the avengers and the information they had on the winter soldier.
Loud footsteps echoed as both my boyfriend and best friend appeared in front of me, my gaze fell to the wound that thankfully stopped bleeding as badly as it was before.
“What the hell was that?” Bucky spoke, his voice stern his jaw clenched. “Do you know how much shit you put us in? All of us could have died because of you!”
I could feel the tears welling up in my already sore eyes and I leaned back sighing trying to ignore my boyfriend screaming at me.
“We would have been fine if your dumbass didn’t get involved with the hydra agents. Fuck sake!” I made eye contact with him and by the furious look on his face all I wanted to do was crawl into a hole and die.
I slowly stood up trying to keep myself strong, defending myself really wasn’t a good idea at this point, I felt sick, dizzy and weak but I stood my ground anyway.
“Bucky if I didn’t get involved your ass and sams ass would be dead right now! Someone needed to get the data. You call me a dumbass but you weren’t exactly careful. Sure I got hurt but don’t just go blaming me Barnes. I may not be a super soldier like you and Steve but I’m trying!”
None of us said a word for a few minutes as I leaned back against the wall trying to slow my breathing, wincing in pain. I was still crying as he continued screaming, I couldn’t blame him for being mad but in a time like this I just need to be in the arms of my boyfriend.
Hours went by and I was sat with Banner as he stitched up my wounds, neither of us said a word but I could see the sympathetic look he had in his eyes. Banner left to get me a drink and I started sobbing again.
All the words he shouted, every hateful thought he spoke played in my head. I know I messed up, yes I went too far and both Bucky and I knew that. The plan was not to get injured but I went ahead and did it anyway.
“Doll?” A hushed voice spoke behind me and I quickly wiped my eyes sitting forward slightly, he bit his lip coming closer catching my tears with his thumbs. “Please don’t cry, you know I can’t handle me being the reason for your tears”
Shushing him I hugged him as he cried in my arms. “It’s okay Buck, we’re going to be okay. It’s my fault I got hurt. I was reckless and just wanted to help” he smiled softly. “I love you”
He sniffed quietly resting his chin on top of my head. “You could have died Y/N” he spoke, his voice cracking in the process. “The thought of losing you killed me inside” I listened to his words carefully and entwined my fingers with his.
“I love you” I told him giving him a serious look, my heart melted as he said it back. He’s told me a million times before but I always have the same reaction. He placed a quick peck to my lips helping me off the table and to my bedroom for a typical Tuesday night movie date.
#buckybarnes#sebastianstan#bucky x reader#imagines#one shot#james buchanan barnes#marvel cinematic universe#marvel#stan lee
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META: MEETING NICHOLAI
working alongside umbrella’s collection of mercenaries supposedly dispatched into raccoon city to help with the crisis is a new level of annoyance and anger for jill that she didn’t think was possible. she had to watch her teammates and friends die because of umbrella’s hubris in creating bioweaponry and their negligence in maintaining said bioweaponry and when she tried to investigate the company’s operations in raccoon city, she was promptly suspended and put under house arrest by chief irons.
the next two months are the worst of jill’s life, spent trapped in a small space while she’s surveilled 24/7 by umbrella agents from across the street. she spends her days swallowing pills to fight off any potential infections lurking in her system from the mansion and insomnia medication to help her get some sleep, which is rare except for the times she passes out at her desk, only to be awoken by the nightmares of her and the surviving S.T.A.R.S. team turning into undead abominations. day in and day out, she pours over files, some snuck to her from the rpd, some mysteriously showing up in her mailbox. an investigation board is mounted along her apartment wall, decorated with informative reports, speculations, photographs of umbrella’s most notable researchers and benefactors, and a running list of every possible organization they’re connected to in raccoon city — most notably, the rpd.
it turns her stomach every time she thinks about the fact that umbrella had funded S.T.A.R.S. and she may have, at several points, indirectly played right into their hand.
to say that teaming up with U.B.C.S. is rage-inducing is an understatement, and if they hadn’t already rounded up civilians to get them out of the city via the subway train, she might not have agreed to work with them. but even though the company they work for is inherently evil, the foot soldiers dealing with the crisis are, as far as she can tell, trying to help. so, she swallows her pride for the sake of the civilians and agrees to help get the train running.
in the process of getting to the power station to restore the generators, she encounters U.B.C.S. soldier murphy seeker. up until this point, jill is very brusque with U.B.C.S. at best and sarcastic and a little aggressive at worst. she shows no sympathy to them for the situation they’re in because their employer is the one who caused it, she doesn’t fully believe that they aren’t aware of suspicious operations in the company, and she tells carlos at one point to go fuck himself because he makes a pass over comms and she’s already angry that she must work with her sworn enemies ( in her eyes ).
murphy seeker is where jill shows the true essence of her character. murphy, just like many U.B.C.S. soldiers, is an ex-criminal who was serving a lifetime prison sentence without parole for taking out a full gang who had killed his brother. being recruited for the U.B.C.S. was his only ticket out of prison and he was eager to help with containing rioters in the city, unaware of the mass infection of the t-virus or the fact that he and the rest of the U.B.C.S. soldiers were sent in as lambs to the slaughter so umbrella could obtain combat data regarding the t-virus.
he's hiding out in a garage when jill finds him, sitting against a car, trying to take care of a bad wound sustained during an ambush. he’s alone, and jill immediately recognizes the fear in his eyes, the panic in his face as he’s trying to process everything. two months ago, she and her team were in the exact same place. she sees enrico marini in that moment—hurt, bleeding, scared. and so, without so much as the ghost of a second thought, she rushes in to help.
her entire exchange with murphy lasts about eight seconds; he’s desperate to emphasize that it’s not a zombie bite, that he’s not infected. whether that’s true or not isn’t known, nor does jill care. in that moment he’s very human and very scared and needs help, which she can give. she gently attempts to calm him, telling him that it’s okay, they’re just going to look at it and go from there.
the next moment, his blood is splattering across her skin as one deafening gunshot, aimed clean between the eyes, rings out.
it comes out of nowhere, and just like enrico, murphy is dead—everything happens in slow motion as jill processes this, hyperventilating, stomach turning, bile rising in her throat at how all too familiar the situation is. when she turns to see nicholai, a fellow U.B.C.S. member, the familiarity is suffocating, and lashing out is instinct.
whether or not murphy was infected doesn’t matter to jill; in those moments he was conscience, lucid, terrified, and needed comfort, and help. she doesn’t operate in absolutes; while yes, it’s likely he was infected and more likely he would turn into a zombie, it hadn’t reached that point yet and despite how bleak the situation is, a part of jill is still clinging to the hope that this can be stopped, prevented, and taken care of.
what’s worse than nicholai shooting murphy is the fact that they’re both U.B.C.S., and jill is immediately reminded of wesker and how he methodically betrayed the S.T.A.R.S. team, leading them into a death trap that claimed most of the team’s lives and, in the case of enrico marini, directly took them by his own hand. she could never fathom betraying someone on her side and seeing nicholai so calmly take his own teammate’s life and write it off as a necessity for the sake of self-preservation is not only unthinkable, but also unforgivable. while he doesn’t try to paint himself as anything but a threat, that one action cements him as one and jill does not let this go.
she trusted wesker until she didn’t, and it had almost been too late. she won’t make the same mistake twice.
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CUTSCENE METAS: MEETING NICHOLAI
working alongside umbrella’s collection of mercenaries supposedly dispatched into raccoon city to help with the crisis is a new level of annoyance and anger for jill that she didn’t think was possible. she had to watch her teammates and friends die because of umbrella’s hubris in creating bioweaponry and their negligence in maintaining said bioweaponry and when she tried to investigate the company’s operations in raccoon city, she was promptly suspended and put under house arrest by chief irons.
the next two months are the worst of jill’s life, spent trapped in a small space while she’s surveilled 24/7 by umbrella agents from across the street. she spends her days swallowing pills to fight off any potential infections lurking in her system from the mansion and insomnia medication to help her get some sleep, which is rare except for the times she passes out at her desk, only to be awoken by the nightmares of her and the surviving S.T.A.R.S. team turning into undead abominations. day in and day out, she pours over files, some snuck to her from the rpd, some mysteriously showing up in her mailbox. an investigation board is mounted along her apartment wall, decorated with informative reports, speculations, photographs of umbrella’s most notable researchers and benefactors, and a running list of every possible organization they’re connected to in raccoon city — most notably, the rpd.
it turns her stomach every time she thinks about the fact that umbrella had funded S.T.A.R.S. and she may have, at several points, indirectly played right into their hand.
to say that teaming up with U.B.C.S. is rage-inducing is an understatement, and if they hadn’t already rounded up civilians to get them out of the city via the subway train, she might not have agreed to work with them. but even though the company they work for is inherently evil, the foot soldiers dealing with the crisis are, as far as she can tell, trying to help. so, she swallows her pride for the sake of the civilians and agrees to help get the train running.
in the process of getting to the power station to restore the generators, she encounters U.B.C.S. soldier murphy seeker. up until this point, jill is very brusque with U.B.C.S. at best and sarcastic and a little aggressive at worst. she shows no sympathy to them for the situation they’re in because their employer is the one who caused it, she doesn’t fully believe that they aren’t aware of suspicious operations in the company, and she tells carlos at one point to go fuck himself because he makes a pass over comms and she’s already angry that she must work with her sworn enemies ( in her eyes ).
murphy seeker is where jill shows the true essence of her character. murphy, just like many U.B.C.S. soldiers, is an ex-criminal who was serving a lifetime prison sentence without parole for taking out a full gang who had killed his brother. being recruited for the U.B.C.S. was his only ticket out of prison and he was eager to help with containing rioters in the city, unaware of the mass infection of the t-virus or the fact that he and the rest of the U.B.C.S. soldiers were sent in as lambs to the slaughter so umbrella could obtain combat data regarding the t-virus.
he's hiding out in a garage when jill finds him, sitting against a car, trying to take care of a bad wound sustained during an ambush. he’s alone, and jill immediately recognizes the fear in his eyes, the panic in his face as he’s trying to process everything. two months ago, she and her team were in the exact same place. she sees enrico marini in that moment—hurt, bleeding, scared. and so, without so much as the ghost of a second thought, she rushes in to help.
her entire exchange with murphy lasts about eight seconds; he’s desperate to emphasize that it’s not a zombie bite, that he’s not infected. whether that’s true or not isn’t known, nor does jill care. in that moment he’s very human and very scared and needs help, which she can give. she gently attempts to calm him, telling him that it’s okay, they’re just going to look at it and go from there.
the next moment, his blood is splattering across her skin as one deafening gunshot, aimed clean between the eyes, rings out.
it comes out of nowhere, and just like enrico, murphy is dead—everything happens in slow motion as jill processes this, hyperventilating, stomach turning, bile rising in her throat at how all too familiar the situation is. when she turns to see nicholai, a fellow U.B.C.S. member, the familiarity is suffocating, and lashing out is instinct.
whether or not murphy was infected doesn’t matter to jill; in those moments he was conscience, lucid, terrified, and needed comfort, and help. she doesn’t operate in absolutes; while yes, it’s likely he was infected and more likely he would turn into a zombie, it hadn’t reached that point yet and despite how bleak the situation is, a part of jill is still clinging to the hope that this can be stopped, prevented, and taken care of.
what’s worse than nicholai shooting murphy is the fact that they’re both U.B.C.S., and jill is immediately reminded of wesker and how he methodically betrayed the S.T.A.R.S. team, leading them into a death trap that claimed most of the team’s lives and, in the case of enrico marini, directly took them by his own hand. she could never fathom betraying someone on her side and seeing nicholai so calmly take his own teammate’s life and write it off as a necessity for the sake of self-preservation is not only unthinkable, but also unforgivable. while he doesn’t try to paint himself as anything but a threat, that one action cements him as one and jill does not let this go.
she trusted wesker until she didn’t, and it had almost been too late. she won’t make the same mistake twice.
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CUTSCENE META SERIES: MEETING NICHOLAI
working alongside umbrella’s collection of mercenaries supposedly dispatched into raccoon city to help with the crisis is a new level of annoyance and anger for jill that she didn’t think was possible. she had to watch her teammates and friends die because of umbrella’s hubris in creating bioweaponry and their negligence in maintaining said bioweaponry and when she tried to investigate the company’s operations in raccoon city, she was promptly suspended and put under house arrest by chief irons.
the next two months are the worst of jill’s life, spent trapped in a small space while she’s surveilled 24/7 by umbrella agents from across the street. she spends her days swallowing pills to fight off any potential infections lurking in her system from the mansion and insomnia medication to help her get some sleep, which is rare except for the times she passes out at her desk, only to be awoken by the nightmares of her and the surviving S.T.A.R.S. team turning into undead abominations. day in and day out, she pours over files, some snuck to her from the rpd, some mysteriously showing up in her mailbox. an investigation board is mounted along her apartment wall, decorated with informative reports, speculations, photographs of umbrella’s most notable researchers and benefactors, and a running list of every possible organization they’re connected to in raccoon city — most notably, the rpd.
it turns her stomach every time she thinks about the fact that umbrella had funded S.T.A.R.S. and she may have, at several points, indirectly played right into their hand.
to say that teaming up with U.B.C.S. is rage-inducing is an understatement, and if they hadn’t already rounded up civilians to get them out of the city via the subway train, she might not have agreed to work with them. but even though the company they work for is inherently evil, the foot soldiers dealing with the crisis are, as far as she can tell, trying to help. so, she swallows her pride for the sake of the civilians and agrees to help get the train running.
in the process of getting to the power station to restore the generators, she encounters U.B.C.S. soldier murphy seeker. up until this point, jill is very brusque with U.B.C.S. at best and sarcastic and a little aggressive at worst. she shows no sympathy to them for the situation they’re in because their employer is the one who caused it, she doesn’t fully believe that they aren’t aware of suspicious operations in the company, and she tells carlos at one point to go fuck himself because he makes a pass over comms and she’s already angry that she must work with her sworn enemies ( in her eyes ).
murphy seeker is where jill shows the true essence of her character. murphy, just like many U.B.C.S. soldiers, is an ex-criminal who was serving a lifetime prison sentence without parole for taking out a full gang who had killed his brother. being recruited for the U.B.C.S. was his only ticket out of prison and he was eager to help with containing rioters in the city, unaware of the mass infection of the t-virus or the fact that he and the rest of the U.B.C.S. soldiers were sent in as lambs to the slaughter so umbrella could obtain combat data regarding the t-virus.
he's hiding out in a garage when jill finds him, sitting against a car, trying to take care of a bad wound sustained during an ambush. he’s alone, and jill immediately recognizes the fear in his eyes, the panic in his face as he’s trying to process everything. two months ago, she and her team were in the exact same place. she sees enrico marini in that moment—hurt, bleeding, scared. and so, without so much as the ghost of a second thought, she rushes in to help.
her entire exchange with murphy lasts about eight seconds; he’s desperate to emphasize that it’s not a zombie bite, that he’s not infected. whether that’s true or not isn’t known, nor does jill care. in that moment he’s very human and very scared and needs help, which she can give. she gently attempts to calm him, telling him that it’s okay, they’re just going to look at it and go from there.
the next moment, his blood is splattering across her skin as one deafening gunshot, aimed clean between the eyes, rings out.
it comes out of nowhere, and just like enrico, murphy is dead—everything happens in slow motion as jill processes this, hyperventilating, stomach turning, bile rising in her throat at how all too familiar the situation is. when she turns to see nicholai, a fellow U.B.C.S. member, the familiarity is suffocating, and lashing out is instinct.
whether or not murphy was infected doesn’t matter to jill; in those moments he was conscience, lucid, terrified, and needed comfort, and help. she doesn’t operate in absolutes; while yes, it’s likely he was infected and more likely he would turn into a zombie, it hadn’t reached that point yet and despite how bleak the situation is, a part of jill is still clinging to the hope that this can be stopped, prevented, and taken care of.
what’s worse than nicholai shooting murphy is the fact that they’re both U.B.C.S., and jill is immediately reminded of wesker and how he methodically betrayed the S.T.A.R.S. team, leading them into a death trap that claimed most of the team’s lives and, in the case of enrico marini, directly took them by his own hand. she could never fathom betraying someone on her side and seeing nicholai so calmly take his own teammate’s life and write it off as a necessity for the sake of self-preservation is not only unthinkable, but also unforgivable. while he doesn’t try to paint himself as anything but a threat, that one action cements him as one and jill does not let this go.
she trusted wesker until she didn’t, and it had almost been too late. she won’t make the same mistake twice.
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Don’t look at me like that
+18 minors dni if you do you will be blocked
Summary: The mission when south, you thought it couldn’t get worse until you have to share one room with Bucky. Your enemy.
Warnings: Enemies to Lovers, one bed trope but room, descriptions of wounds and bullet removals, smut, wet dreams, masterbation, fingering, oral (fem receiving), creampie, aftercare, fluff
Word count: 3.1k
A/N: don’t ask me why there’s a gif of Chris Beck idk
It was dark and icy. You wobbled into the safe house- sorry scratch that safe room
It was the closest, but the smallest. It contained a small bed, a stove, a small shower with a very clear curtain and a bucket outside for a toilet.
The mission was a complete bust. You were sent in to retrieve an old file from a hyrda base. Everything went to shit when you thought you saw someone but ended up shooting a wall causing it to collapse. Bucky then fell down a flight of stairs, setting off booby traps which resulted in your getting shot in the side. Then the agents shown up. They beat the living hell out of you and Bucky, resulting in you two leaving empty handed and pissed off.
Bucky sat down on the tiny bed, clearly not effected by the cold while you paced across the room, shivering. You sat down on the chair of the one person table sitting beside the stove. Bucky didn’t chance looking at you. “Y/N are you-“
“Don’t fucking start Barnes I’m not in the mood”
“I don’t know why you’re so pissed off at me, you shootin’ that damn wall is probably the reason the agents showed up for christ sake”
You had no reply you just sat there while he stared at you. “What no smart-ass reply” and that’s when he saw it.
He saw your eyes roll into the back of your head and your body slowly fall to the floor. You landed with a thud.
Bucky didn’t know if you passed out from blood loss or the cold. There was no heat coming from your body so he assumed the cold. He ripped the blanket and the sheets off the bed, quickly before propping you up against him in front of the fire. He wrapped the thick knitted blanket around you before draping the sheet around both of you.
Your head was resting against Bucky’s flesh arm when your eyes started to flutter open. The sound of fire crackling in front of you and Bucky’s heavy, anxious breathing behind you was all you could hear. You tried to move but the pain in your side caused you to hiss through your teeth.
“Jesus Y/N what the fuck happened?” Bucky asked once you began to move. You pushed Bucky’s arm away, freeing yourself.
“Can you get out” you asked him receiving a confused and shocked look back “So I can get changed”
Bucky got up, throwing the blanket and sheet back on the bed before leaving. You gently began to peel back the tac suit, hissing through your teeth at the pain of it. Once most of it was off, you put your sweatpants on and left your top, leaving you in your bra so you could access the bullet wound on your side.
You grabbed the first aid kit your brought and sat down on the chair. Then you heard Bucky knock at the door. “Can I come in now? It’s fucking freezing”
“Yeah whatever”
As Bucky opened the door your saw you sitting on the chair in a bra and sweatpants, wiping blood away. He froze. He was in shock at how good you looked. You could feel his eyes on you causing you to sigh “Don’t look at me like that, Barnes”
You twisted your hip up off the chair as you grabbed the tweezers from the box. You could see the base of the bullet from inside you. Bucky sat down on the bed watching you from the corner of his eye.
You tried your best but you could do it, you just couldn’t get a grasp on the bullet lodged inside of you. You threw the tweezers down on the table with a whine. “do you want me to help”
“I can’t ask you to do that Barnes”
“It’s fine c’mon just lie down here” he patted the bed beside him.
You laid down with your shot hip up in the air. Bucky rested his metal arm above your bullet wounds and slowly went in with the tweezers. He was at it for a few minutes before he finally got a grip on it and gently pulled it out. Tears were running down your face and your chest was heaving in and out. You tried your best not to cry in front of Bucky but it was impossible with that pain running through your sides. You were about to sit back up when Bucky pushed you back down “hang on there we gotta stitch you up”
As the needle went in and out of your skin, your cries got louder and louder. Bucky felt terrible. He placed a large bandaid over your stitches to stop them catching on anything. You sat up and pulled your hoodie over your head and wiped your tears away with the sleeve. “Thank you”
“Anytime”
Bucky went over to his bag and began pulling out his clothes before stripping. He didn’t want to go outside and he definitely wasn’t sending you outside in your current state. He looked over at you sitting up at the head of the bed fiddling with your hoodie. “do you wanna take turns sleep? You get 4, I get 4?”
“Just stay with me Barnes. It’ll be fine. Plus extra warmth”
Bucky looked at the floor and chuckled before looking back at you. “Doll I’m pretty big, I don’t think there’s much space for both of us”
“We can hold each other if you want, we’ll both fit then” you shrugged pulling one side of the covers back so he can get in beside you. Bucky sighed, defeated. He propped his bag over in the corner before throwing more wood on the fire and slotting in behind you, draping his arm behind your neck. He wasn’t close enough to you, you were still taking up most of the bed while his back was hanging off.
You grabbed Bucky’s arm that wasn’t behind your neck and did your best of pull him closer, which resulted in him scooting up. Your ass now pressed against his cock. You breath hitched in has draped his hand over your hip, his breath hitting your neck.
“goodnight Barnes”
“Night Y/N”
Bucky woke up around 4.30am to small whimpers and moans, and your hips rocking back against his cock. He tried his best not to move, he didn’t want to wake you up because then it would be awkward well even more awkward then before.
He would be lying to himself if he said that it wasn’t turning him on. The silent moans were getting more persistent and your hips were picking up in speed as his cock was getting hard. You let out you last slight louder moan and then you stopped. You were still dead asleep but now Bucky was wide awake and horny, and very intrigued to know who was doing that to you.
Bucky couldn’t do anything to his hard on, he just had to wait.
You woke up around 6am you began to sit up until you felt the wait of Bucky’s arm around you waist and you laid back down. It was peaceful until you felt the heat between your legs, and then all the memories from your previous dream came back to you.
His head between your legs, his mouth wrapping around your pebbled nipples, his lingering kisses all over your body and the way he pounded his cock into you. You just really hope you didn’t moan his name while he was sleeping beside you.
Both you and Bucky both began to stir around 8am. Now both your memories from last night lingering on the front of your minds. Bucky moved out of the bed quickly. “Mornin’”
“Hi” you mumbled back, rubbing your eyes with the palm of your hands.
“Do you mind if I have a shower”
“Sure, I’ll eh sit outside is that okay?” You picked up the blanket and wrapped it around yourself
“Yeah sure I’ll let you know when you can come back”
You closed the door behind you and sat on the small wooden chair outside of the house. You heard the shower turn on and Bucky hop in.
Bucky was taking suspiciously long. He leaned your head back and took and peak in the window but instantly turn back around, wide-eyed at what you saw.
Bucky felt terrible about doing this, making you wait outside while he jerked off in the shower, but he had to. He had one hand up against the wall while the other fisted his cock imagines it was your cunt wrapped around him, walls clutching agains him. He picked up the speed as he got closer. He came all over his hand with a loud groan from deep within his chest. He washed his hand and cock before turning off the water and grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist, low on his waist.
Bucky knocked on the window that you were sitting beside, startling you. You walked in and had to stop your jaw from dropping, his wet hair and glistening body, and his deep v-line going into towel. You sat on the bed as he walked over to you. Sitting down beside you. “You okay? You seem a bit shaken”
“I’m fine trust me”
The rest of the day was very boring and tense. Until Bucky left to check up on the jet you took down, worried it got damaged in the snow. As soon as the door closed you ran over to your bag and grabbed the small vibrator you bring away on long missions. You quickly shimmed your sweatpants down, the cool breeze making you shiver, and laid down on the bed spreading your legs. You switch it on and begin rubbing it through your folds, collecting the slick that formed from you seeing Bucky in the shower. You moved it up to your clit, adding more and more pressure as the burning in your belly increases.
You were holding onto the head of the bed for dear life as your hips bucked up involuntarily, your moans getting louder and louder. So loud that you didn’t even hear Bucky walk through the door and stop dead in his tracks.
He was standing there for a good minute, he didn’t know what to do. He quickly shook his head clearing his thoughts, he turned on his heels and pulled the door behind him but quickly whipped back around when he heard you moan his name.
He dropped his bag on the floor startling you out of your horny haze.
“Jesus fuck Barnes when did eh did you get back” You stuttered pulling the blanket over yourself doing a very bad job at covering you.
Bucky took a couple strides over to you, ripping the blanket off you, mumbling “shut the fuck up” before grabbing the back of your neck and kissing you. He dropped his knee in between your thighs, while unzipping his jacket. Bucky pulled away for a brief moment to allow you to remove your hoodie revealing just the black bra he saw you in yesterday. He wrapped his arms around your back, unhooking the bra and pulling it off. He was taken back by how beautiful you were. Bucky lowered his head down and began sucking on your breast, then wrapping his mouth around your nipple, twisting the other one in his fingers “oh fuck Bucky don’t stop”
He pulled away from your nipple, looking at you with a solemn smile. You sat your neck up looking at him with confusion “What?”
“It’s just, that’s the first time i’ve heard you call me Bucky”
You gave him a smile back before he began kissing down your stomach, pulling down your sweatpants as he does. Once they are down he begins to kiss and gently nipping at the inside of your thighs. He brought his hands up and down your underwear and dove his head in between you legs, causing your hands to fly up and begin tugging at his hair as he flicked his tongue over your clit.
Bucky’s hands were wrapped around your thighs holding you down as your ankles locked at the back of his head. “ohmigod Bucky please don’t stop”
He lifted one hand up and began teasing your hole before inserting his finger into your burning core, dragging it in and out, then curling at that special spot making you back arch off the bed. Bucky picked up the pace as you began clenching down on him. “C’mon babygirl cum on my fingers”
You back arched high off the bed as you came, spreading your juices across Bucky’s face. Bucky let go of your legs and slowly crawled back up to you and kissing you allowing you to taste yourself. “Fuck bucky that was good” you told him while ruffling his hair. You began to sit up and tug at his boxers “Lemme pay you back”
Bucky pushed your shoulder back down onto the bed, kissing your forehead. “As much as I would love that baby, I need to be inside you right now”
He stood up quickly, removing his boxers before sighing “I don’t have a condom, why would I, didn’t think this would happen” he said with a disappointed chuckle
“I’m on birth control and I’m clean. You?”
“Clean”
Once he said that you gave him a smirk and motioned him to come over to you with the hook of your fingers. He crawled over you, caging you in his massive frame. Bucky kisses around your face, down your neck, and to your chest before grabbing his cock and rubbing it through your folds gathering your slick before slowly pushing in.
He felt amazing, dragging in and out and slow pace and picking up the pace anytime you clenched around him. Bucky dropped his head to the sweet spot on your shoulder, whispering light praises in between kisses.
You could tell Bucky was getting close due to the fact his was now pounding into you like there was no tomorrow. Your hands wrapped around his back clawing down, leaving scratch marks.
“oh fuck baby c’mon Buck cum in me”
“Yeah you want me to fill you up, stuff you full of me”
You couldn’t give an answer, you could feel your next orgasm creeping up on you, you only responded with a nod. “Answer me doll, lemme hear you”
“ohmigod buck please don’t stop fill me up”
That’s all Bucky needed to hear to send him over the edge, releasing into you, causing your orgasm to follow. He dropped his head into your chest, panting heavily.
You began stroking his hair, planting little kisses on the top of his head. Bucky gently pulled out causing you to shiver at the feeling of emptiness. You began to feel Bucky leak out of you as he got up and grabbed a small towel from his bag, wetting it in the shower and began cleaning you up. He grabbed his boxers and slipped back into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you. You smothered your face into his chest as he let out a light chuckle, you lifted your head up and looked at him confused.
“What?”
“I can’t believe we just did that” he said while giggling.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long, you don’t even know doll”
“Me too Buck”
You curled back into his chest before feeling him tap on your shoulder. “Hey doll?” you returned with a light hum “You were you dreaming about last night?”
“You heard that!?”
“Felt it too” he said while you slapped his shoulder
“You, Bucky”
He gave you a kiss on forehead before bringing his hand around to the back of your head and stroking it. “I love you” he said lightly under his breath, muffled by your hair. It took a minute but you responded with “I love you too baby”
You stayed there all night and late into the morning, both of you knowing that you’ll have to wait for the snow to melt before you can leave. You woke up first and began drawing invisible little patterns on his chest as he began to wake up. “Hey babydoll” he mumbled into the top of you head. “Hi Buck”
“You wanna do anything today” he asked while swirling his fingers across the top of your chest. You tucked yourself away back into his chest “Not really just wanna hold you”
“Me too baby”
You were there for another while until you heard someone hitting at the door like they were trying get it open. Before you could bend down and pull the gun out of your tac suit, the door flung open revealing Clint and with a quick look out the window you could see Natasha following behind
“Your saviours are her-“ then Clint was a bit taken away by what he saw. You and Bucky both naked, in a tiny bed, with a very small blanket barely covering you. You began to duck down back into Bucky’s chest as he pulled the covers up more trying to cover your chest. “Ha Nat, they fucked you owe me ten bucks” you could hear Nat begin to run towards the door, she then peeped her head in looking at your two, she then pulled $10 out of her pocket and handed it to Clint before patting him on the shoulder. “At least Y/N got one buck”
“Alight get dressed your fuckers, wheels up in 5” Clint told you before slamming the door over.
Bucky climbed out of bed before looking back over at you, looking down at your legs saddened. “Hey baby, whats wrong” he sat back down beside you, picking up your cheek with one hand, taking your left hand into the other. “You want this right? like it wasn’t just a one time thing, like just here because you were board because I really want this Buck, I have for awhi-“ He cut you off with a passionate kiss, cradling the back of your head. “That answer your question doll? Yes I want this” You were staring into each other eyes when there was a loud bang on the glass
“4 minutes assholes”
“Shut up” you simultaneously shouted back at Clint.
You both got dress and headed out to the jet. You sat across from Bucky but turning so you could look at him. “Why did you i’m guessing pretend to hate me for all these years” you picking up his hand fiddling with his fingers.
Bucky turned to look at you and let out a saddened sigh “I’m sorry doll, I just- I wanted you so bad, and didn’t think you wanted me back so I just had all this pent up frustrations and took them out on you, and i’m so so so sorry for that”
“It’s okay” You leaned over giving him a kiss, before pressing your foreheads together “I love you barnes”
“Love you too Y/L/N”
-fin
#marvel#sebastian stan#bucky fanfic#bucky barnes fluff#fem!reader#bucky x reader#bucky smut#bucky barnes#sebastian stan characters#mcu#marvel cinematic universe#winter solider#white wolf
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YOU'RE IT FOR ME
SUMMARY ; you and Natasha argue over your mission gone wrong.
supersolider!reader x natasha romanoff
angst/fluff.
fighting/blood/injury/swearing word count;3.4k - this is my first ever attempt at writing anything. im so sorry if its terrible.
As always Steve woke you up at stupid oclock in the morning to brief you on a quick unexpected intel mission. He told you the base you were being sent to has not long been abandoned and if anyone was there, to eliminate the threat like you always do. Lucky for you, you had super-solider serum running through your veins so this mission was simple and easy for you to complete alone. You only had to retrieve some files on HYDRA creating another super-solider serum.
However Natasha wasn’t too happy about you being woken up so early meaning she had to wake up to a cold bed and you were nowhere to be seen throughout the whole compound. She looked around for you everywhere only to end up running quite literally into Steve, he obviously knew who she was looking for and finally spoke up, “Oh, if you're looking for Y/N, they went on a quick mission.”
“What do you mean a ‘quick mission’, they would have come to say bye?” Natasha responded suspiciously due to the fact that you would never leave without saying bye or giving her a quick peck on her lips regardless of how long the mission would take.
“A quick intel mission, the only person I could see who had potential in succeeding was them. Woke them up 3 hours ago, they should be back within 2. They’re fine Natasha, you don't need to worry.” Steve thought to quickly remind her that you were more than capable than going on a mission alone and that you certainly didn't need to be worried about, you’re a super-solider for god sake.
“OK, just next time notify me too when they’re going so I'm not walking around looking.” Natasha walked away straight after that proceeding to the training room to blow off some steam about the fact that you didn’t say bye.
Meanwhile
you had got to the base a little over 2 hours ago, and when Steve told you this base was abandoned you had no idea why you actually decided to believe him. The base was in fact NOT abandoned and within the first 10 minutes of you slowly making your way to the base from the quinjet you was swarmed with at least 10 HYDRA agents. You worked as quickly as you could taking out the threats left right and centre with your guns and some quite literally being thrown straight into some trees. You managed to get the agents down in record time, you was quite impressed with yourself to say the least but you knew you should call for backup, you reached for your comms only to be met with a sickening buzzing sound surrounding your ear drums, you threw your ear piece onto the floor and just continued towards the base. At the end of the day you still had a mission to complete after all.
You finally made your way into the base to see that maybe Steve was right about one thing: the base itself was abandoned but the surroundings were not. “Idiot” you thought to yourself about Steve sending you on a mission with not all accurate information.
You’re making your way through the base using your enhanced hearing for anything that doesn't sound right, guess it's somewhat of your lucky day when you hear nothing so you continue your path down the long narrow corridor to finally reach the head scientists room to gather the files about HYDRAs own knowledge on developing a new form of super-solider serum. You always wondered why people had an obsession with powered and enhanced people but at the same time you understood why. You just wished yours wasn't forced on to you and that you were given a choice but you were soon to be one of HYDRAs secret weapons, but when the Avengers found you, you had just been injected with the serum. The Avengers were infiltrating HYDRA bases when Lokis scepter had been stolen, they found you just in time and took you in straight away.
Plugging in the usb drive to transfer all data, the transfer popping up onto the screen telling you that it would take 10 minutes, “Easy enough.” that's what you had thought until you could hear footsteps coming from down the corridor. Quite heavy, long strides, possibly over 6ft tall, only one person, even better. You made your way to hide behind the door so when it opened you could attack right away, but that never came. Instead a metal arm came crashing through the wall you were standing up against grabbing you by the throat and throwing you half way down the corridor, it took you a moment for you to try and stand up but by the time you was about to stand a fist was already being swung towards your face, keeping you locked on the floor below him. You knew this soldier was like you, you could feel it but you also knew that you might not get out of this fight easily, they were much stronger. That face looked familiar, the blurring of your vision from the hits making it harder to properly see but you knew it was familiar. The beating continued with left and right hooks being thrown against your face, the blood rushing out of new cuts across your face, your busted lip and most likely broken nose. You couldn't give up. You knew that for sure. You managed to find the strength to start dodging the punches coming right at you but you knew you needed to get that drive and get going quickly. Rolling out from underneath the soldier as they went to drive their metal arm straight into your face you grabbed your gun and shot the soldier in the stomach and sprinted back to the room to collect the usb and get going, you knew it was the only way to run rather than end up dying here alone. You finally reached the doors of the base to continue your sprint when you heard that sound of a bullet coming straight out of a gun, it buried itself right into the back of your left leg but you had to keep moving, the blood gushing from your face and now from your leg reminded you to definitely tell Steve to “fuck off” when he comes into your room before the suns even up again. Continuing the sprint, you started to only imagine one thing. That Natasha was going to have your head when you got back to the compound.
You could see the quinjet right in front of you and you had never been so happy to see one so much in your life but just as you was to step one foot onto the jet another two shots were heard behind you, you KNEW this soldier wasn't going to give up and you definitely knew they would keep up with you. The bullets finally lodged themselves into your body, one straight into your right leg and the other straight into your lower back coming out through your stomach. This wasn't good. You were just about on the jet pulling yourself up as the option to stand wasn't even an option anymore, telling FRIDAY to close the hatch and get in the air and back to the compound as quickly as it could and make sure to have medical on stand by as you land. Moving yourself to try and sit in one of the chairs holding pressure to your gunshot wound in your stomach, you heard a familiar voice ring through the speakers of the jet.
“Y/N come in, do you copy?” Natasha. Just as you go to open your mouth to reply your vision starts to blur and all that you manage to croke out are inaudible slurs, until your vision completely goes black.
To say Natasha was pissed off at Steve and you was an understatement. Oh if looks could kill Steve would already be 6 foot under. They stood on the landing pad waiting for the quinjet to arrive back at the compound but what they were expecting was not what they finally saw when the door to the quinjet opened. There you laid on the floor, choking on the air and laying in a puddle of your own blood, paler than anything they had ever seen. Before Steve and Natasha could even make it to the quinjet fully, the medical team were rushing in and putting you on a stretcher taking you straight into surgery. Natasha didn’t even make a move she stood there completely lost with that imagine in her head, but as soon as a doctor shouted you had no pulse it was like she was snapped back into reality her body was on flight mode, she made the move to try and run to you as quickly as possible but Steve had already grabbed her round the waist and was holding back against her vicious punches and kicks shouting at him to ‘let her go or he will regret it’. The sounds of Natashas shouting soon caught the ears of some of the other Avengers, running outside one by one came Wanda, Bucky and Sam. Confused by the commotion until they finally heard the sobs of Natasha in Steve's arms and the puddle of blood in the quinjet, they instantly knew this was about you.
Natasha had been pacing around the waiting room for 2 hours now, everyone telling her, you're ok and the surgery will be over with soon. But they didn't know if you were ok and when the surgery would be over they just wanted Natasha to sit down and stop pacing. Just as Natasha finally took a seat a doctor walked straight in front of them staring at Natasha.
“Are they alive?” Natashas voice coming out weak filled the waiting room, the anxiety from the question entering everyone's mind to know the truth.
“Yes”
They all finally let out a breath none of them knew they were holding. Natasha finally looks down and letting some more silent tears roll down her cheeks, she looks up at the doctor.
“Can I see them?” no one has ever heard Natasha sound so weak and vulnerable, they all knew yous were together, yous never kept it a secret openly flirting in front of everyone and you making it very clear who Natasha was to you at parties when you'd go up to her at the bar and put your arms around her waist and start slowly kissing her neck no matter who she was involved in a conversation with. But no one had ever seen this side of your relationship, the hard side of worrying and panicking when one of you was injured or on a mission. The vulnerable side and lets just say you and Natasha were not ones to let people see you both so small and fragile.
Following the doctor into another room there you laid on the bed your stomach wrapped tightly and also your legs, the bruising on your face a nice bright purple. Your skin had slowly started to have more colour in and Natasha had never been so relieved. She made her way over slowly towards your bed afraid any type of sound would wake you up. She wanted you to rest, but part of her wanted to shout and scream at you for not calling for backup or even just turning around and coming back home. Turns out she wasn't as quiet as the sound of the chair moving wakes you up from your sleep.
The bright lights make you hiss and groan. You make your way to sit up thinking it was all a dream, that is until you feel two sets of hands on each side of your body pushing you down.
“Lay back down y/n, you're hurt.” Natasha, there it is again that sweet voice you've spent months waking up too, but it's different. It sounds broken like she has been crying and is about too again at any given moment. Opening your eyes was a struggle but you finally got there. In the room stood Steve, Wanda, Sam and Bucky and sat next to you ever so gently holding your hand is your Natasha. You go to turn towards Natasha but Bucky catches your eye, everyone sees the hesitance in whether or not you want to finally speak.
“He looked like you.” that's all you manage to choke out before Nat is passing you a cup of water to drink slowly. Everyone starts to look around confused straight from you back to Bucky. Until you finally speak up again.
“The guy that attacked me at the base, thanks Steve by the way maybe next time send two people instead of one into an ‘abandoned’ base, yeah abandoned my arse.” Everyone smiles at your sarcasm but quickly pushes that to the side to ask the question everyone is so desperate to know.
“Babe,what do you mean by he looked like Bucky?” ah, Natashas voice, you simply turned and smiled at her squeezing her hand.
“Well like I said Talia, he looked exactly like Buck. Metal arm, red star. Long black hair. All the facial features are the same but not the eyes, they just looked black. Was hard to know for definite with the amount of punches I was receiving but if no one was to know Bucky like we do, then people would be sure that the Winter Soldier is alive and well.”
Bucky stood there dumbfounded not even knowing what to say or even think, everyone just looks confused at what you’re saying it makes no sense but then again yous are all in a room with three super-soliders, a witch, a highly trained ex-assassin and a guy that has robotic wings for christ sake.
“Ok i think we should all take a break give Nat and y/n some space ok? Come on guys, we can debrief you later y/n/n yeah?” Steves the one to speak up this time probably too confused and tired to have this conversation.
“I know what you're gonna say Tasha, and i'm not in the mood to hear it so can we leave the telling off until tomorrow? Ok, thanks means a lot.”
“No. we are talking about this now so it can be over with and we can move forward. Its simple really y/n/n youre a fucking idiot!” her voice starts to get louder as she continues her rant.
“You call for backup no matter the excuse you call for it or you get back on that jet and come back home no mission is worth more than your life you know that! Ugh, i’m so fucking angry at you for being so fucking reckless! You could have died? Why can't you see that? Just because you have that serum it doesn't make you invincible you know that but you've acted it! All of this for some files? How can you expect me to not be upset or angry? You’re my partner, and i love you more than anything but when you act like this it makes me think if you are even thinking about me when youre risking your life for some stupid usb.” she looks away as she continues to cry, your brain now trying to process all of these words but also all of these emotions. Wait, did she just say she loves you? You have been together for nearly a year now and neither of you had even said that yet, you both knew it but never dared to say it.
“You love me?” it's your turn to choke out now, you know you love her but one minute she is calling you reckless and an idiot then she is telling you she loves you?
“Of course i love you, you fucking idiot!”
“Ok, ok, still mad i got it” she slowly turns to glare at you this time but she sees your tears slowly rolling down your face and she instantly softens her glare. You take her hands into yours and you know you have to say it back because if you don't she is going to be even more mad than what she already is and one thing you don't want to deal with right now is a mad girlfriend because she is so scary.
“Hey Talia, listen ok? I love you too. I do, I really do. I'm sorry i was reckless, i should have come back but it was like my body was on auto mode and yes like you said that isn't an excuse i know that ok. I thought i'd be ok on my own and well clearly i wasn't as i’m in a hospital bed but i’m here. I know we both worry when we go on separate missions and I know you probably worried more because I didn't come and say goodbye but I was hoping to be back by the time you woke up. Steve said it was abandoned and when I got off the jet and started walking no one was there and then I was ambushed by some guards but I took them down with ease and there was no one else in sight, my comms went off and they were buzzing and I just carried on. I needed to do this mission baby, I needed to get this information about the serum so we can try and stop HYDRA creating more soldiers and putting them through pain. I’m sorry I've hurt you, I didn't mean to do that, I was just doing my job but I'll tell Steve for next time that if i’m to go on a solo mission that you need to be with me ok? No more solo missions, not just for me but for everyone. We need to be safe. Especially with another Winter Soldier walking around like he owns the place ok? I love you Natalia, I’m sorry.” you've already lowered your head at this point too embarrassed by telling her we all need to be safe and that you love her.
You feel one of her hands move from yours, you think she is gonna walk out but instead you feel the softness of her fingertips tracing the bruising on your cheekbones before you even have the chance to hiss at the tender touch her lips are pressed so intensely against yours. You've kissed many times before but this kiss, it's just so different it's as if she is trying to tell you exactly how much she loves you and how much she is happy you're here just by this kiss. You move your hand up to her face and slowly move it round to play with the hairs at the back of her neck, she hums and slowly stops kissing you. You didn't want that kiss to end and you groan in frustration and she chuckles at your little outburst, Nat leans her forehead against yours and finally lets out a breath. You're ok, she knows it now.
You both sit in comfortable silence for a while forehead to forehead until you feel a shooting pain in your stomach, you hiss in pain and move away to lie back down on your back. Natasha is up in an instant thinking she has hurt you but you're quick to calm her nerves.
“Baby it's ok, just some pain. Come and lay with me, please?” you pull your puppy dog face, a face you know she cannot resist. She simply smiles and makes her way back over to the bed as you shuffle over to make room for her. The next minute you're both lying and she is snuggled into your side, your hand drawing patterns on her back and her arm ever so carefully laying above your wrapped stomach.
You understood why she was mad at you, you put your life on the line and didn't think twice about how she would feel with the consequences. You hated yourself for that, you knew you'd feel the same if it was her laying here injured and not you but it wasn't.
The room was silent, a comfortable silence. One you and Natasha both could just relax too.
“When I said I love you y/n, I truly meant it. You're it for me” she moved her head off your chest to look into your eyes, her eyes held so much emotion and you knew right then and there again like you had known for the past year that you were going to marry this woman.
“And you're it for me Natalia Alianovna Romanoff. I love you Talia, forever and always.”
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Casting Couch {Charlie Barber x Reader}
author’s notes: hello, hello! I was driving home from work the other day and this idea just suddenly took over my entire thought process. so, naturally, I went ahead and wrote it up :)
warnings (what you see here is what you’ll get!): smut. the enemy of my enemy is my ally (with benefits). p in v sex. protected sex. rough oral sex. cum- swallowing.
(possible) tw’s: semi-public sex.
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Two Years Ago.
“Y/N...she fucking did it again.”
Nicole says as she barges through the door of hers and Charlie’s shared brownstone.
“She got the fucking TV gig.”
Charlie’s eyebrows furrow a bit before looking up at his wife with an empathetic expression, setting the notebook and pen he’d been using down on the coffee table.
“Bummer. I really thought you had it in the bag.”
He says, elbows on his thighs as he leans forward a bit, folding his hands.
“There will be other roles; I wouldn’t worry too much. You win some, you lose some; that’s how it goes in this industry. You’ve taken plenty of roles from her.”
She sighs, nodding.
“Yeah, I know, but this one I was excited about. And I really thought I had it, too. It just stung a little extra, you know?”
Her husband nods, patting the seat next to him on the couch.
“C’mere, sit with me. We’ll have a glass of wine.”
Nicole gives somewhat of a dreadful grimace, a clear sign she really wasn’t interested. Charlie’s been noticing this for the past few months, her disinterest in being with him as much as she usually was, but he figured it was just her being tired. She’s been doing a lot of odd jobs to make some ends meet lately, so it’s probably a result of that.
“Are you sure?”
He asks, a twang of longing sadness in his voice.
She nods.
“Yeah, I’m just gonna go lay down for a bit.”
Charlie just nods, picking back up his notebook and pen, continuing to review and add to his notes from the day.
“Let me know if you need anything.”
He calls after her.
“I love you.”
She only offers him a small smile over her shoulder in return before emerging into their bedroom, closing the door immediately behind her.
Present Day.
It feels strange, holding auditions for a female lead. He hasn’t had to do so in almost a decade; just yet another reminder of how much of his life has changed just in the past year.
The divorce had been painful, stressful, and he was honestly more relieved than anything when it finally came to a close, despite it not really turning out the way he’d hoped for in terms of custody over Henry.
Luckily, he’s dove deeper into his one true love, directing, as a way to cope with the loss of everything he’d worked so hard to build for himself; the marriage, the 'American dream’ family and home he wished he’d had growing up.
Now, after six months of weekly therapy appointments and keeping himself busy with work, he’s feeling more like the old Charlie he was back before everything went to shit. Actually, he’s feeling like an even better version of that Charlie, the best version of himself there’s been in a while, perhaps even before he met and married Nicole.
The first audition comes onstage and Charlie can’t decide what’s worse, her off-pitch singing or her monotonous speaking voice.
God, this was going to be a long fucking day.
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You’d heard through the grapevine that the famed Broadway director had moved here to LA, and that he’d divorced his witch of a wife, Nicole.
Nicole Barber had been your biggest rival ever since you swiped that first movie role away from her. She hates you, and you don’t particularly like her, either, thus your rivalry began. And it was pretty heated, too; the two of you were always trying to one-up each other.
It really was a back-and-forth battle, her swiping roles from you, you returning the favor; it was a game, to put it simply. Although lately, you’ve been getting more roles than she has, not that you’re complaining, and there’s a part of you that hopes she quits the business for good.
Word got around that Charlie is heading his first LA Broadway production and what better way to hit Nicole close to home than to show up at her ex-husband’s auditions? Even better, what if you got the female lead in her ex-husband’s production? Oh god, that would be fantastic, not only for the rivalry but also for your career.
You’ve been looking to branch out into more theater roles, and this is as good an opportunity as to dip your toe in the theater world water. Plus, you’re not necessarily complaining about having the chance to look at and work with Charlie Barber every day...
So you prepared your piece of dialogue and a section of one of the choice songs, heading over to the theater fifteen minutes before your set audition time. Your knee bounces as you sit in the waiting area, eyes running over your script and lyrics sheet one final time, solidifying it all in your memory.
Your name is called a few minutes later and you head out onto the stage, handing over your headshot and qualifications resume. The agent hands over your profile to the handsome director, but he doesn’t even really look at it, already knowing exactly who you are. A small smirk grazes his lips as he flips to a new page of his notebook, clicking the top of his pen.
“Whenever you’re ready, Miss Y/N.”
After you’re finished, Charlie scribbles one final thing in his notebook before looking up at you. His eyes trail over your figure for a moment, another smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
“Would you be comfortable coming back for a more intimate audition later this week? Maybe, Friday at four? I would like to get to know you better, see if you meet all of my... qualifications.”
The look in his eye tells you all you need to know about the true motivations behind his question. You nod, biting your lip.
“It’d be my absolute pleasure, Mr. Barber.”
You purr.
He shifts in his seat suddenly and quickly crosses one leg over the other before opening up your folder, handing the top sheet to his assistant.
“Diane, go ahead and have Miss Y/N put down all of her contact information.”
His gaze never leave you as he speaks to the timid-seeming young woman.
“Make sure she gives her personal cell number.”
You pull a pen from your bag on the stage, clicking it open before Diane hands you the paper. As you write every means of contact you can think of, starting with your cell number, you playfully bite the end of the pen and tap it against your bottom lip, something that certainly keeps the already attentive director’s full attention.
“Thank you so much for this opportunity, Mr. Barber.”
Your tone is innocent-sounding, but your gaze is anything but. It sends a chill down Charlie’s spine.
“I promise I won’t disappoint.”
“Oh, I’m sure you won’t.”
A small tug at one corner of his lip accompanies his response.
“See you soon, Miss Y/N.”
You offer him a nod.
“Looking forward to it.”
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In preparation for your upcoming...meeting with Charlie, you take a quick trip to the nearest intimates store, picking up a pretty little lace bra and panty set. Your lingerie wardrobe is long overdue for a bit of sprucing up, anyway.
When the time comes, you slip the fresh lace garments on before putting on your planned outfit, a cute-but-subtly-sexy low cut romper. You put on a light face of makeup, purely for professionalism’s sake, then head out with a small bag which contains various personal items as well as your script and composition page.
He’s not in his backstage office when you arrive, but he comes in a couple minutes later, a strong stench of cigarette smoke trailing behind him as he walks by your chair.
“I apologize for the delay. You weren’t waiting long, were you?”
You shake your head as he takes a seat behind the ratty oak desk, shifting a few small stacks of papers around on the heavily scratched surface.
“No, no I wasn’t waiting long.”
He nods, then folds his hands atop the desk, eyes flickering up to meet yours. For a moment, his eyes dart down to where your cleavage creeps out of your low-cut top.
“You’ve got the part.”
Charlie says with a small smile.
“You’re by far the best and most qualified audition we had yesterday, and I like the way you carry yourself. You’re exactly the type of person I like working with. Part’s yours if you want it.”
You’re overcome with joy, a wide smile spreading itself across your lips.
“I’d love to be a part of this production, Mr. Barber. I’m really excited to get to work with you and the rest of the crew.”
“That’s great, I’m glad to hear it.”
He nods, smile widening when as he processes your acceptance. His delighted expression falls after a few moments, replaced by one much more salacious.
“Now that we’ve gotten that part out of the way...I think you know why I called a meeting of such, uh, privacy.”
You smirk softly, shifting around in your seat slightly.
“I believe I do.”
His feet plant on the ground as he pushes the rolling office chair out from under the desk, standing up and walking around the desk to tower over you.
“Before anything happens, though, I want you to know that whether or not you do this with me will not affect my casting decision. Even if you decline, you still have the part.”
You nod before standing, quickly and swiftly, stepping forward to press yourself flush against him.
“Charlie?”
“Yeah?”
Your hands rest on his chest, neck craning slightly to look up at him.
“Just kiss me, will you?”
He laughs, massive hand moving to cradle the back of your head before he bends down and connects your lips in a passionate kiss. There’s nothing tender or gentle about this embrace, it’s all tongue and teeth, raw lust coursing between your two bodies.
“Couch.”
His voice is soft but husky.
“Unzip me first?”
You ask, turning around so he can unzip you. He does, then his hands slide down to your hips and pushes you towards the leather couch tucked in the corner of his office.
The material squeaks when you’re laid down on top of it, head resting comfortably on the cushy fabric accent pillow as he climbs on top of you. He presses his hips forward while he tucks his face into the crook of your neck and plants kisses on the skin there.
Your eyes widen as his impressive bulge rubs up against your inner thigh and you quickly wonder how in the world you’ll be able to take him. His crooked teeth scrape over the taut muscles in your neck while his hands pull the backs of your romper down over your shoulders.
His hands grab and grope your breasts beneath where they rest in your nice bra, one you wore just for him, and your back arches slightly up off the cushions with a soft sigh.
A small smile crosses his expression, teeth sinking gently into your neck.
“I like the little noises you make for me, Y/N.”
“Yeah?”
You smirk, running your hands through his hair.
“Then I bet you’ll like my moans, too. If you think you can draw them out of me, that is.”
He laughs softly, sucking and licking at at the place his teeth have just abused.
“Is that a challenge?”
“Well, it’s more like an invitation to prove yourself, but ‘challenge’ is also a good word for it.”
Charlie pulls away with a smirk, shaking his head as he sits back on his haunches and begins to unbuckle his belt.
“Brat.”
Once he’s undone his pants and pulled them down enough to expose himself to you, he leans down once more and pulls your romper the rest of the way off, leaving you completely bare, minus your undergarments. His eyes roam your figure for a moment before he dips a hand beneath the patch of black fabric nestled between your thighs.
Your breath hitches as his fingertips swipe over your erect clit, giving it a few little circles before yanking the panties off your hips and down your ankles, tossing them down alongside your previously-discarded romper.
His eyes widen in realization, cheeks flushing pink.
“Do you have any, um, protection?”
You smirk, nodding as you sit up and pat his chest.
“Indeed, I do.”
He crawls off of you and you walk over to your purse, grabbing a condom from the mini-stash you keep in your wallet, the one you replenished just minutes before you left the house this afternoon. He takes it from you and pinches the tip, rolling it down his shaft. For a moment, you’re worried that it isn’t going to fit, but he rolls it on with little issue.
His hips press forward, then, entering you slowly but steadily with a soft grunt. You whine as your insides stretch out around him, hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
“S-Shit.”
“You’re really fucking tight, jesus.”
He growls between gritted teeth, jaw screwed shut as his hips begin to move.
“I haven’t fffucked anyone in a while, Y/N, so I can’t guarantee that I’ll last very long.”
You nod, softly.
“It’s alright, Charlie; it’s been a little while for muh--me, too.”
Your eyes flutter shut and your face begins to scrunch up with each time his fat cockhead brushes up against your cervix. His pace increases after a minute or so, a consistent slap-slap-slap noise now echoing off the drywall with each snap of his hips.
“You’ve got a nice little pussy, you know that? Always knew you would be, too, knew you’d be a good little cccocksleeve.”
You moan shakily as he adjusts his position, towering over you and pinning your wrists above your head with one of his large hands. Your body begins to bounce, tits, thighs and tummy jiggling each time he thrusts in.
He’s starting to sweat, a few dark hairs sticking to his dimly-glowing forehead, more and more accumulating there as his hair rocks back and forth in time with the rhythm of his hips.
“Touch yourself, now, rrrub your little clit.”
His voice is getting shaky as he draws nearer to climax.
Nodding, your hand slides down between your joined bodies until your fingertips settle onto the small bundle of nerves. The hand that’s still weaved in Charlie’s locks clenches and he lets out a sudden deep growl, hips stuttering for a moment.
“Ooooh, Charlie.”
You moan, hips lifting and gyrating against both his cock and your fingers.
“God, fffuck I love this cunt.”
A vulgar squelching sound knits itself within the quilt of your salacious symphony.
“Wrapped around my cock like a vice, gonna pull the fucking cum right out of it. Swear you get tighter each time I push back in...christ, I’m not gonna last.”
Your fingers circle your clit faster, setting a desperate pace, one that almost matches his quick and sloppy thrusts. You’re close now, too, and it doesn’t take much longer for your orgasm to hit.
You cream around him with a long moan and a string of various other noises, with a few profanities thrown in as well. The product of your release coats his shaft in a pearlescent sheen, dripping down his ball-sack soon enough.
The sensations your climax creates around Charlie forces him to pull away almost immediately after, quickly yanking the condom off and onto his office floor, squeezing the base of his flaming red length.
His hand seizes your jaw tightly, thumb pressing down on your tongue, prying your mouth open.
“I’m gonna fuck your mouth and shove my cum down your throat, and you’re gonna take it all, isn’t that right?”
You’re nodding instantly, slacking your jaw to open even further in preparation for his upcoming intrusion. He smirks.
“Good. Now, on your knees.”
He sits down where you once laid, lazily pumping his throbbing length as you get into position between his spread legs. He pulls your hair up into a makeshift ponytail with his hand, then lines you up with his cock and eases your mouth down onto him.
“Thaaaaaat’s it, oh, gooooood girl.”
You start gagging about three quarters of the way down his shaft, but he still keeps pushing until you’ve got the whole thing in your mouth. Your jaw’s already getting sore as he begins thrusting upwards, fucking your mouth.
Tears swell in your eyes and begin to spill down your cheeks the more he goes, mascara surely ruined and running down your face. The sight only arouses him further, a low groan rumbling through his puffed chest.
He’s trying so hard to keep himself together, to stave off his orgasm for as long as he can manage, but soon he finds it next to impossible to hold back. His bottom lip quivers ever so slightly as his length begins to twitch, balls drawing up.
“Fuck, I’m gonna--”
You taste and feel the salty ropes shooting down your throat before he can even finish his warning.
“Ah, fffuuuuck.”
His head falls back against the couch cushions, hips bucking gently as each bit of release is spilled into your mouth. His grip on your head relaxes after he’s finished, cock softening while he catches his breath and re-grounds himself in reality.
Your chest heaves as full airflow returns to your lungs, knees and jaw aching a bit sore from their exertion. You grab your underwear from where they lay discarded on top of your romper, putting them back on before standing up on somewhat shaky legs.
Charlie also redresses, standing and straightening himself out as you do the same.
“Mind zipping me back up?”
You ask, turning around again.
He pulls the zipper up your back until it’s at the end of its tracks, then steps up behind you, placing a soft kiss to your shoulder blade.
“Thank you.”
A soft smile grazes your lips.
“No ‘thanks’ needed; the sweet taste of revenge and spite is payment enough.”
He laughs quietly.
“Well, I’ll certainly be available, should you ever need a little replenishing of those feelings.”
“Mr. Barber, you wouldn’t be saying that because you’d like to see me naked again, now would you?”
Your eyebrows raise and you look over your shoulder, a playful smile on your face.
He laughs again, blushing a bit.
“Uh, yeah, sure, I'd like that a lot. But I’d also like to see you, um...not naked, fully clothed, maybe at a restaurant in the city for dinner sometime? I totally get it if you’re not interested, it’s not a big deal if you don’t want to...”
Holy shit, he’s asking you out on a date. Well, he’s trying to, at least.
You laugh, cheeks warming at his proposition.
“Sure thing. I just accepted this new job, though, so I’ll have to get back to you about my availability...”
Charlie smiles, shoving his hands down in his khaki pockets.
“I’m sure your new boss would be more than willing to accommodate. He’s a pretty cool guy, or so I’ve heard. Handsome, too.”
“Oh yeah? Sounds like you have a reliable informant.”
You turn around as you laugh softly, grabbing your bag off the chair before stepping up in front of him. Your lips plant a quick peck on his, hands resting on his broad chest.
“See you soon.”
He nods, biting his lip to hold back his big, goofy smile.
“Can’t wait.”
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the waiting room
spencer reid x fem!reader
summary ↠ the three times Y/N waited for spencer, and the one time he waited for her. (based off of this blurb)
category ↠ angst
warnings/includes ↠ mentions of death as a result of potential illness, spencer’s headaches, mri scans, swearing, indefinite ending.
word count ↠ 2.9k
dedicating this one to two of the literal loves of my life, @voidsfilm + @ellesgreenaway ♡
“What is stronger than the human heart, which shatters over and over and still lives.” — Rupi Kaur
Spencer had always hated hospitals.
He found it so conflicting, how a place could hold so much hope for life and promise for the future, and yet also hold so much heartbreak and despair and agony.
The strong disinfectant smell wasn’t his favourite thing, either. He hated how the bright lights always irritated his eyes, and how the hallways all just looked the same, so bleak and lifeless.
Most of all, he hated the waiting room.
The navy-blue carpet that lined the floors, wooden chairs that were always, without fail, extremely uncomfortable to sit in. The way that nurses and doctors would walk past the room, eyes full of pity and sorrow. With his job, he’d seen more waiting rooms than he would’ve liked. He spent more time than he wanted to in hospitals, talking to victims’ families, and even sometimes having to witness them receive such heartbreaking news. On one or two occasions, he’d even had to be the bearer of bad news himself, the one who had to tell expectant family that their loved one was gone. It only added to the list of reasons why he despised hospitals.
Then there was the other side of the coin. He took frequent trips to the hospital, but unfortunately more oftenly as a patient than an FBI agent. He wouldn’t say he was reckless, but he didn’t exactly put much value on his life. Or at least, he never used to. He figured it was because he was the only one on the team without a family to come home to, without people who were dependent on him. And so, if it came down to it, he would willing take off his Kevlar vest and put down his weapon while talking down a gun-wielding unsub. Of course, he’d get the third degree from Hotch later, but he could live with that. And then he met Y/N, and he realised that now he had someone counting on him, someone waiting for him to come back home to them, he couldn’t afford to be so careless in the field.
Though sometimes, despite Spencer’s best attempts, things still went wrong. Y/N had seen the inside of the hospital waiting room more than most, often because she’d get called by one of his team mates to alert her that he’d been injured in the field. And without him ever asking, she’d drop everything to be there for him, even if it was his own stupidity that had landed him in those situations.
The first time was after he’d been shot in the knee. Y/N had been midway through her workday when she’d received a call from JJ telling her that Spencer had been injured. She knew that it was only a leg wound, that he would be absolutely fine, but that didn’t stop her from being worried. She’d been sat in the waiting room, waiting anxiously for a nurse to come by and update her.
As soon as she got the all clear to see him, she’d breathed out a sigh of relief and made her way to his room, catching his attention as soon as she entered.
He gave her a tight-lipped smile, grimacing slightly at the pain shooting through his leg. “Hi.”
She chuckled at that, moving to stand at his bedside. “Hi baby, how are you feeling?”
“I’m ok.” He smiled, reaching up to tightly grasp one of her hands in his. “You didn’t have to come all the way down here, you know.”
“Oh, stop.” She mumbled with a smile. “You know how much I worry about you.”
He grinned at that, the warm feeling that he always got when he was with her spreading through him. He used the grip he had on her hand to pull her down to him, so his lips could meet hers in a sweet kiss. “Hotch has demanded I take some time off to rest, or whatever.” He murmured against her lips. “So, I’m all yours.”
“Hmm, and what you mean by that is that you need someone to take care of you at home for a few days?”
“Well, I did get shot in the leg, you know. Taking down the bad guy...” He gestured to his bandaged-up knee, a pout on his pretty pink lips.
She let out a laugh at that, amused. “Alright, Superman. Let’s get you home, shall we?”
The next time Y/N found herself in the hospital waiting room was a year later, when Spencer had been suffering from painful, unexplainable headaches.
Initially, Spencer hadn’t wanted her to attend his MRI scan appointment, but it didn’t take much convincing for her to assure him that she wanted to be there for him. He’d held her hand in a vice-like grip on the drive to the hospital, only letting go when the nurse called his name to tell him they were ready for him. She’d kissed the back of his hand before he’d left, a whispered promise leaving her lips before he went, “I’ll be right here waiting.”
She looked around the empty waiting room, took note of its greying walls and stained carpet, and how awfully uncomfortable the chairs were. She thought of anything and everything that could distract her from the way she was feeling at that moment- knowing how scared her boyfriend was that there was something was wrong with him.
Spencer came back to the waiting room an hour later, both relieved to see that his girl was indeed still waiting for him but frustrated with what little the doctor had told him.
“Hey!” Y/N sat up straighter, putting on a smile for the sake of her boyfriend. “How’d it go?”
Spencer just shook his head. “He says there’s nothing physically wrong with me. He suggested I should consider that it’s something more mental, but he’s wrong- he’s wrong, Y/N.” He sat down in the chair next to her, seeking comfort in her arms as he whimpered into the crook of her neck. “I’m not- I’m not crazy, am I?”
And the truth was, she didn’t know. She was so afraid for him, worried that he was sick, dying, perhaps of something that the doctors hadn’t detected yet. It terrified her. Her hands ran up and down the expanse of his back, attempting to soothe his weeps the best that she could. Spencer grabbed fistfuls of the back of her shirt and breathed in the scent of her hair as deeply as he could to try and ground himself.
“I’m scared, Y/N.”
That broke her heart to hear, but all she could do was nod in understanding, hoping her words would offer him some form of comfort. “I know, I know. We’ll figure this out, ok? Everything is going to be alright.”
The next time Y/N inside of a waiting room was on what she could only refer to as the worst night of her life.
There were no words that could encompass the plethora of emotions she went through when she’d received a phone call from JJ, “Spencer has been shot. It’s- It’s pretty bad, Y/N. You need to come quickly.”
When she got to the waiting room, she saw JJ and Alex sat opposite one another, a worry that made Y/N’s stomach sink on both their faces. She hurried towards them, tears blurring her vision. “Have you had any updates? Is he ok?”
JJ looked up, shaking her head sadly.
“What happened?” Y/N asked, her voice wavering.
“He got shot in the neck. He pushed me out of the way.” Alex sighed, as though she was still in disbelief that he’d done that to save her.
Y/N stared ahead in shock, dropping down into the seat beside Alex. Of course, of course, Spencer would risk his life to protect Alex. Y/N knew how fond he was of his colleague, how he idolised her, saw her as a sort of mother figure, even.
Eventually JJ got called back to work, with Alex insisting that she’d stay with Y/N and wait for Spencer to wake.
Y/N was so sick and fucking tired of the waiting room. Before, she hadn’t minded it, it had even bought a sense of comfort to her- because she was in a hospital, where they saved lives. But now? The familiar walls and dull navy-blue carpet made her feel nauseous. Not knowing whether her boyfriend was going to live or die was incomparable to any other time she’d found herself waiting in the same four walls. She was feeling everything and nothing all at once, she wanted to cry and scream, curse the universe for once again hurting a man that had done nothing in his life but protect others. Hell, part of her even wanted to laugh- laugh at the absurdity of the situation. If he died, - god, if he died - the world would’ve robbed him of a lifetime with her, the chance to live the life that he deserved.
She barely registered that Alex had left her side to bring her a coffee until she sat back down beside her. Y/N looked over at her, giving her a small smile as she gratefully accepted the coffee.
Y/N brought the cup to her lips, relishing in how the hot liquid brought her a sense of warmth, and she wondered if she’d ever feel Spencer’s warmth again. She sucked in a shaky breath, speaking the first words she’d said in all the hours they’d been waiting. “You know he wants kids?”
Alex looked over at her, sad smile tugging at her lips. “I do.”
Y/N nodded, sniffing. “He’d be a phenomenal father.”
“He would.”
Y/N let out a small cry, trying desperately to hold herself together. “What if I never get the chance to give him that, Alex?” She cried, body finally giving in to the painful ache that consumed her entire being.
Alex placed an arm around her, allowing the younger woman to lean on her shoulder for support. “You’ll get the chance. Spencer is strong, he’ll pull through.”
And sure enough, Alex had been right. When Y/N had been told he was awake, she couldn’t describe the relief that flooded her. After meeting Penelope in the hallway and being given a much-needed hug, she took a few deep breaths before walking into Spencer’s room. When her eyes landed on him, she felt the tears start to well again. She had to remind herself that despite the bandage on his neck and the numerous machines hooked up to him, he was there, and he was alive.
She came towards him with the best smile she could muster, and he looked up at her with a drowsy smile.
“Hi.” She whispered, standing beside his bed.
He grinned up at her, reaching out for her hand just like he always did. “Hi.”
She squeezed his hand gently, reminding herself again that he was ok, though she couldn’t prevent the tears that began to tremble down her cheeks.
Spencer’s heart throbbed at the sight, and he allowed himself to imagine the pain she must’ve been through, having to wait for hours to see if he was alive. He wouldn’t wish that on anyone, especially not the woman he loved more than anything else. “It’s alright, sweet girl. I’m alright.” He promised, wishing more than anything that he could pull her into his arms and soothe her, though the pain in his neck prevented him from doing so.
“I could’ve lost you.” She whimpered, her other hand coming out to delicately trace the side of his face.
“I’m right here.” He gave her hand three squeezes just to emphasise his point.
She leaned forward, pressing a light kiss to his forehead. “You can’t ever scare me like that again.”
Spencer chuckled lowly, nodding. “Yes ma’am.”
“Promise me?”
And though it was a promise they both knew he couldn’t keep, he granted her the reassurance that she craved.
“I promise.”
Y/N knew that wasn’t the last time she’d be sat in the waiting room, scared and anxious and hoping that the love of her life was ok. She knew there would always be a ‘next time’, no matter how many self-serving promises she asked Spencer to make. What she didn’t plan for, was that the next time she saw the inside of a hospital, it would be her fighting for her life.
It had been a slow day at work for Spencer, with him managing to complete a majority of his withstanding paperwork. He sat at his desk, focused on how he twirled his pen between his fingertips, willing the clock to move faster so he could go back home when his phone rang, Y/N’s name flashing across the screen.
He answered eagerly, though all eagerness was wiped away when it wasn’t her voice on the other end of the line.
“Hi there, I’m looking for a Dr Spencer Reid?”
Spencer’s mind raced, and he swallowed thickly before squeaking out an answer. “That’s me.”
“I’m calling on behalf of Y/N Y/L/N, you’re registered as her emergency contact.”
“Is she ok?” He croaked out, begging and pleading internally that all the worst-case scenario’s running through his head wouldn’t come to fruition.
“She was involved in a severe road collision. You’re going to want to come down here-”
Everything past that was drowned out by the sound of Spencer’s heart beating quicker, so loudly he could hear it. He hung up, gathering his things together as quickly as he could and rushing toward the doors of the bullpen- running directly into one Derek Morgan.
“Woah, easy there, kid. You got somewhere to be?” He joked at first, but erased all hints of a smile from his face when he saw the tears filling the younger man’s eyes. “What’s going on? Talk to me.”
Spencer couldn’t form a sentence, only managing to splutter out a few barely strung together words. “It’s Y/N, she’s- she’s been in an a-accident and I need, I have to get to her.”
Morgan’s eyes widened, nodding in understanding. “Alright, ok. You’re in no condition to be driving, let me take you.”
Spencer wasn’t about to argue, already making his way toward the elevator.
*
Spencer had always hated hospitals.
But he’d also decided that he really fucking hated the waiting room.
The doctors didn’t have any updates for him, no matter how many times he asked. So, he’d been forced to sit in that damned room and wait.
He thought of how cruel the concept of the waiting room was. Waiting for either good or bad news, waiting to hear the words that would either fill him with relief or dread, signify the start of his life or the end. How cruel was it that people had to sit and wait, with the weight of the world on their shoulders and just hope their loved one was ok?
With the first hour brought Spencer’s upset, tears trembling down rosy cheeks and whimpered words of disbelief that he could lose the woman he loved. He’d sat in the uncomfortable blue chair with his head in his hands as sobs wrecked through his body, with Morgan sat next to him, a comforting hand on his shoulder.
The second hour brought with it a slither of hope, as a doctor came out to update them. Though it wasn’t good nor bad news, just that Y/N was still in surgery and was expected to be so for the next few hours. Spencer had again buried his head in his hands, his thoughts racing. The rest of the team arrived, joining the sombre atmosphere of the waiting room.
The third hour saw Spencer grow agitated, angry with himself for not being with her, for not protecting her, despite how many times the team attempted to reassure him that there was nothing he could’ve done differently. They brought him cups of coffee with gentle reassurances, empty promises that Y/N would be fine, that she would pull through, but how could they possibly know that?
In the fourth hour, Spencer sat staring blankly at the wall. He reminded himself of the future he’d dreamt of time and time again, and how he couldn’t imagine himself having that life with anyone else but her. He recalled the location of the velvet purple box he’d bought just a few months prior, hidden amongst pairs of his mismatched socks in the second drawer of his nightstand. What if he never got the chance to propose? To give her the life that he’d promised her time and time again when it was 3am and he was holding the love his life as close to his chest as he could get her. After all he’d done, the years of his life he’d given to helping to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves, this was the thanks he got? What a sick twist of fate that was.
By the fifth hour, he was exhausted. His eyes drooped but he fought to keep them open, choosing to ignore the pitiful looks JJ shot him when she saw him fighting sleep. He would wait for her, just like all the times she had waited for him. He recognised how the way that he felt must’ve been how Y/N had felt after he’d been shot the year before, and the thought almost made him sick. He ran over all the possible outcomes in his head, allowing his eyes to close for a single moment as he mentally calculated the statistical probabilities of each outcome. He despised how helpless he felt. For a man whose job was to help others in need, he’d never been a position before where he didn’t have the answer, where he couldn’t come up with a solution. His heart ached as the realisation that he could very well lose her settled over him, the statistic he’d calculated of her survival being a number that was way too low for Spencer’s liking.
For the moment, he had no choice but to wait.
It was all he could do.
*
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Fighting || Bucky Barnes
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
Summary: Reader finally gets to go on a mission with her boyfriend but gets injured in the process of taking down Hydra agents. Fight breaks out between y/n and Bucky.
Warning: Blood, curse words. Angst/fluff.
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Cursing to myself I held my hand firmly on the bullet wound on my side trying to stop as much blood as I possibly could.
I knew Bucky was going to be mad but trying to take down those Hydra agents on my own but Sam and Bucky were too busy fighting leaving me to get the USB stick with all the data.
All the information Hydra had on the avengers and the information they had on the winter soldier.
Loud footsteps echoed as both my boyfriend and best friend appeared in front of me, my gaze fell to the wound that thankfully stopped bleeding as badly as it was before.
“What the hell was that?” Bucky spoke, his voice stern his jaw clenched. “Do you know how much shit you put us in? All of us could have died because of you!”
I could feel the tears welling up in my already sore eyes and I leaned back sighing trying to ignore my boyfriend screaming at me.
“We would have been fine if your dumbass didn’t get involved with the hydra agents. Fuck sake!” I made eye contact with him and by the furious look on his face all I wanted to do was crawl into a hole and die.
I slowly stood up trying to keep myself strong, defending myself really wasn’t a good idea at this point, I felt sick, dizzy and week but I stood my ground anyway.
“Bucky if I didn’t get involved your ass and sams ass would be dead right now! Someone needed to get the data. You call me a dumbass but you weren’t exactly careful. Sure I got hurt but don’t just go blaming me Barnes. I may not be a super soldier like you and Steve but I’m trying!”
None of us said a word for a few minutes as I leaned back against the wall trying to slow my breathing, wincing in pain. I was still crying as he continued screaming, I couldn’t blame him for being mad but in a time like this I just need to be in the arms of my boyfriend.
Hours went by and I was sat with Banner as he stitched up my wounds, neither of us said a word but I could see the sympathetic look he had in his eyes. Banner left to get me a drink and I started sobbing again.
All the words he shouted, every hateful thought he spoke played in my head. I know I messed up, yes I went too far and both Bucky and I knew that. The plan was not to get injured but I went ahead and did it anyway.
“Doll?” A hushed voice spoke behind me and I quickly wiped my eyes sitting forward slightly, he bit his lip coming closer catching my tears with his thumbs. “Please don’t cry, you know I can’t handle me being the reason for your tears”
Shushing him I hugged him as he cried in my arms. “It’s okay Buck, we’re going to be okay. It’s my fault I got hurt. I was reckless and just wanted to help” he smiled softly. “I love you”
He sniffed quietly resting his chin on top of my head. “You could have died Y/N” he spoke, his voice cracking in the process. “The thought of losing you killed me inside” I listened to his words carefully and entwined my fingers with his.
“I love you” I told him giving him a serious look, my heart melted as he said it back. He’s told me a million times before but I always have the same reaction. He placed a quick peck to my lips helping me off the table and to my bedroom for a typical Tuesday night movie date.
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《 Without Envy 》 storyboard 10 - concubine/sleeper agent!wwx & prince!lwj
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Exactly 851 days - 2 years, 4 months and 11 days - after Wei Wuxian arrived at Gusu and began his mission as a sleeper agent, he was activated.
That chilly morning, he walked into the pastry shop - a front maintained by a decade-long Wen spy - a walk he'd done hundred of times on hundreds of mornings since he arrived. He breezed past the packaging counter, skipped through the faded cotton drapes, and rounded behind the back staircase to the room where Xue Yang always waited for him. Only this time, it was not just his candy-obsessed, murder-happy shidi, but a face he hadn't seen in many, many months.
"...Shifu?"
Wen Zhuliu's visit meant the end of his carefree days. It's time.
That night, Wei Wuxian did not look at either Lan Wangji or Jiang Yanli when he bid "dianxia" and "Jiang-zhuzi" good night. He pretended to retire to bed early, after washing himself of his servant's exterior and donning his robes of night-black. He laid in the dark, waiting for time to pass, and reminded himself of his true purpose. He was never meant to care about these people; love these people. Jiang Yanli was not his doting foster sister; Lan Wangji was not his beloved wangye.
I am Wei Wuxian of the great Qishan Wen. Nevernight is my home. I am a spy. Gusu is my enemy.
Wei Wuxian kept his eyes closed, his breathing even, and his heartbeat slow. In the lonely quiet, he waited, and waited, and waited. Until the candlelight around the princely manor dimmed to nothing, until the night grew still and the moon shone bright and high in the dark, dark sky.
Reaching under the floorboard beneath his bed, Wei Wuxian retrieved his life-long companion from its hiding place and released it from its sheath.
"Hello, old friend." He whispered, stroking the blade edge. Suibian's steel glistened with cold malevolence in the stark, pale moonlight.
It would be another year before WWX's identity is discovered. During that time, he lived a double life. In the day, he was Lan Wangji's precious Wei Ying, and at night, he was the blade in Wen Ruohan's hand, stealing, killing and destroying on command. His assignments were not always murder; sometimes it required him to break into secure facilities and obtain copies of certain documents. He was never alone on these jobs; there was always someone convalescing with him from within. Slowly, he began to realize just how deep Wen Ruohan's spy network had infiltrated Gusu's foundation. In a way, it excited him, to know that the posturing and pretending would soon be over, that in the near future a quick war would sweep across the land and unite the two nations. In another way, it frightened him to the bones.
Wei Wuxian killed 37 individuals within the span of a year, 37 men and women of different ranks, status and stations. He did not always know why these people needed to die; in fact, he often didn't and preferred it that way. If he didn't know the motive, then he couldn't argue against the reason, and thus could go on believing that what Wen Ruohan did was ultimately for the betterment of everyone.
The men of Gusu were weak - Wei Wuxian was always told - they were not fit to rule. The people of Gusu would be better served under a united empire. He repeated this statement to himself before every job, but over time, the mantra on his tongue began to lose its flavour.
In the meantime however, Lan Wangji and Jiang Yanli quickly formed a strong plan on how they wanted to live out the rest of their lives. Lan Wangji never quite enjoyed laying with women, but Jiang Yanli had just enough wickedness behind her demure exterior that things were... well, interesting. In any case, it was not long before she came to him all smiles and whispered the good news over luncheon .
"Truly?" Lan Wangji set down his chopsticks.
"Hm uhm." Jiang Yanli dapped her mouth delicately. "Now, perhaps it's a good time to discuss how dianxia should go about winning A-Xian's affection. He's under the impression you've cast him aside on taishi's orders and has been giving him the cold shoulder."
"I wasn't." Lan Wangji defended himself, distressed and slightly offended. "It's just, huangshu's been watching me like a hawk. I was afraid any further attempt to be closer to him would give my uncle reason to remove him from my household entirely."
Jiang Yanli was sympathetic. "The summer hunt is in two week's time, and afterwards, since bixia always likes to finish the night on the river with fireworks, perhaps...." She let the sentence dangle, a knowing smile playing at her lips. Lan Wangji felt hope.
Unfortunately, a little hiccup happened before the hunt could take place. Jin Ziyan falsely believed that Wei Wuxian had fallen out of favour with Lan Wangji and was itching to show him his place. Poor Mo Xuanyu was caught in the middle.
Jin Ziyan knew Wei Wuxian was an audacious one, but not so stupid that he could be easily goaded into committing a grave offence. Thus, Jin Ziyan planned to cause an incident in the garden whereby poor Mo Xuanyu would unwittingly "offend" him, and he would publicly announce a punishment that was harsher than necessary. He made sure that Jiang Yanli and Wei Wuxian were near by, as they usually took a mid-afternoon stroll after lunch. True to his predictions, Wei Wuxian could not stop himself for interfering on Mo Xuanyu's behalf. Then in their altercation, Jin Ziyan would fall into the pond, making it seem as though Wei Wuxian was the one who shoved him out of anger. Oh but a lowly servant shoving Hanguang-wang's deputy consort into the pond??! He was as good as dead.
What's more, everything happened on the same afternoon that Lan Qiren was scheduled to visit Lan Wangji to discuss matters of court. If it was only Lan Wangji, Jin Ziyan knew Wei Wuxian would suffer little consequence, but taishi tolerated no insubordination or churlish behaviour of any kind.
Lan Qiren was incensed, livid, but he was not hasty to deal the punishment. Instead he turned to his nephew and asked, whilst fully knowing the answer, "Wangji, your household follows the regulations that govern all princely manors, does it not?"
"It does, huangshu."
"Then tell me what is the punishment reserved for a servant for daring to lay hands on a deputy consort and to cause physical harm to said consort?"
"It....I - huangshu -"
"What is the rule?"
Lan Wangji knew very well that the punishment was death for any servant, maid or eunuch who dared to harm any member of the harem. But Wei Ying, his Wei Ying... "Wei Ying is very precious to Yanli and to Yunmeng-hou. As well..." Lan Wangji hesitated. "Yanli is with child again. It is still very early so we thought it best not to announce it lest we have a repeat of last time. It would not do to upset her at this time."
Lan Qiren was extremely dissatisfied with his answer, but conceded for Jiang Yanli's sake. "I'm glad, Wangji, that you've found your way back to your proper companions. This Wei Wuxian clearly has been spoiled to the point of impropriety. His actions today are utterly unacceptable and cannot be allowed to go unpunished or else others would surely follow his example. Guards!"
"Detain Wei Wuxian. Have him strung up on a post in the servants' courtyard and give him fifty lashes. No food nor drink. Sun or rain, he is not to be let down until dusk tomorrow."
"Huangshu!" Lan Wangji's head buzzed, as though someone had struck him squarely in the temple. His chest felt tight, and his heart ached where it rebelled inside him. "Please -"
"He has his life. That is mercy enough."
Wei Wuxian was stripped down to his trousers only and tied up to a post, his hands bound together above him and his bare feet never finding purchase on the ground no matter how he struggled. This fucking suck ass. Jin Ziyan you're a dead man. When all fifty lashes were dealt, even the guards were sweating through their robes. They left him dangling there in the blistering summer heat. A young maid dared to try and sneak him some water but was thwarted by an older momo. "What do you think you're doing, lassie? Did you not hear taishi, no food or drink until dusk tomorrow. Do you want lashes too? Go on! Go!"
It rained hard all through the night, only easing up at dawn, but the aftermath of the storm left the air muggy and humid. Combined with the heat, it felt as though he was being steamed alive like a wheat bun. At some point during the second day, Wei Wuxian finally lost consciousness. He was not aware when Lan Wangji barged into the courtyard against Lan Qiren's explicit orders and cut him free.
Really tho, i just want this scene to happen (╹ڡ╹ )
"I'm sorry."
Wei Wuxian blinked at Lan Wangji's hunched figure sitting at his bedside. "Whatever for? You saved me, dianxia."
Lan Wangji, "But it was my attention that put you in such a position in the first place. Huangshu was looking for a reason to punish you since that day he saw us in my study."
Wei Wuxian, "dianxia..."
"I find you... lovely, Wei Ying," confessed Lan Wangji with a heavy sigh. His ears burned red not only with the embarrassment of a youth in love but with shame. "I wish for your company, even when you have no desire to be part of my harem. Now I know my mistake. I should have respected the boundaries. I should've known my attention on you would incite jealousy from the others, and as a servant, you have no means of protecting yourself. This is entirely my fault."
Wei Wuxian's heart fluttered despite himself. He quickly shook his head. "No dianxia, please don't blame yourself -"
Lan Wangji, "perhaps I should send you back to Jiang-fu; I'm sure Jiang-xiao-gongzi would be delighted to have your company back. You would be safe there."
Jiang Wanyin had come to visit his sister the very next day after Wei Wuxian was sentenced to whipping. He was one of the most accomplishment young men of his generation, anticipated to be a great general. Nie Mingjue had thought highly of him and had expected great things from this youth. Though perhaps what the late feng-jun found truly commendable was Jiang Wanyin's complete lack of pretense and his short-fuse temper.
That is to say, he did not hesitate to get in Lan Wangji's face. His sister would have chastised him, had she not been so preoccupied by her tears.
Wei Wuxian, "Jiang...Jiang Cheng was here?"
"He was, and he was very upset about your condition. He left many fine medicine and ointments for you." Lan Wangji sighed again. "I shall speak with Yanli. If she is amenable, then I shall make arrangements for you to go back to Jiang-fu. You would not have to put up with me any longer."
Lan Wangji stood up.
Wei Wuxian grasped his sleeve immediately. In that moment, he could not tell if his panic was derived from his worry that he would not be able to complete his assignment if Lan Wangji were to send him away or if he simply did not wish to part with the prince.
"Dianxia - I - I don't want to leave. I - it's true I had once rejected you, but...would you think less of me if I said your attention … hasn't been unwanted for a while, that I have come to enjoy them." At Lan Wangji's widened eyes, Wei Wuxian continued quickly. "You need not give me anything, no elevation, no rank. I don't care about any of that. I am a man, I have no ability to give you children. Nor do I have any family who would benefit from your continued favour of me. I am an orphan, dianxia, I have no place to go. I just....don't send me away. Please let me stay! I'm not afraid of Jin Ziyan, or taishi, or anything!"
Lan Wangji sat back down. His hand trembled when he laid it on top of Wei Wuxian's. "Wei Ying...?"
Wei Wuxian smiled, still radiant despite his pale complexion. "Dianxia -"
"Lan Zhan. No more dianxia, I only want to hear you call me by my name."
Wei Wuxian flushed pink. The blush was real, as was the pleased little smile he tried to hide. "Lan Zhan, Wei Ying is yours, if you still want him."
The worst part of that was that he meant it. Just the mere thought of being held by Lan Wangji, of being kissed by him, of... so many other wonderful possibilities, made Wei Wuxian want to hide his flaming face into his pillow.
Lan Wangji smiled. Quietly, he lifted Wei Wuxian's hand and pressed a kiss to the inner side of his wrist. "Rest, I will be right here."
Wei Wuxian felt his treacherous little heart soar: oh no … oh no no no no …..
(Xue Yang's voice in narration: and it was in this moment, that Wei Wuxian knew, he fucked up.)
The cruellest thing Wei Wuxian ever did was give Lan Wangji hope knowing that one day he would take it all away.
#cql#the untamed#wangxian#without envy#corie fics#cql ficlet#i posted it and then immediately deleted it. I wanted to add some stuff
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