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uselesssomebody · 2 years

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𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕡𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕤 - eddie munson x reader

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“𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤

𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕” - when the sun goes down | arctic monkeys

➵ part two of the ‘when the sun goes down’ miniseries

words || 𝟜.𝟞𝕜

summary || in which he becomes the reader’s sweet guy

a/n || so… this would have been my first 10k fic if i’d kept both parts together - but i think i like it better like this anyways

➵ got another eddie in the works & some more parts to the lighthouse w/ bucky

➵ thanks to @joekeeryswife, @oh-its-jennyyy and @krimsonsimp for convincing me to get this out so soon; hope y’all like it!

➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

original post || part one

warnings || fluff/(very little) angst

➵ some standard high-school ostracization

➵ some allusions to sex (unrelated to the reader)

she had spent the weekend weeping into her pillow: mourning the loss of a seemingly lovely guy, the loss of an evening that was meant to be fun, and the loss of her dignity, having gone on a date with someone who disrespected her as chance did. her parents had asked so many questions, but she refused them answers, leaving them as confused as she was.

monday had come quickly - far too quickly - and she felt herself shuffle around her bedroom like a zombie, not even being able to look at anything green in her closet without remembering friday. she instead settled on an outfit so different from her usual, her father almost didn’t recognize her when she came out.

knowing the weekend had been difficult, he had offered to give her a ride. it was as silent as usual, her worries for the day to come hung heavy in the air. even her father noticed her worry, seeing the bounce of her knee, the tapping of her fingers, and the biting of the chapped skin on her lips, but decided that her mother was always better equipped to handle conversations of this nature.

it was almost worse than what she imagined, the only saving grace being the smile of dustin and mike as she greeted them with the most enthusiasm she’d had in a few weeks. her classes were populated with low, fast whispers, and she dreaded walking past the basketball team’s lockers on the way to her own, all of their hard, steely, scary glares following her. she just knew chance had told them his theories, and god forbid they even try to ask her how much of it is real and how much of it is the exaggeration of a testosterone-heavy, complex-having teenage guy.

lunch was the worst, with her not even wanting to go near her usual table. she saw janet and monica sneak glances at her, their jaws set and their faces frigid - but an unmistakable sadness in their eyes. she’s half prepared to just ditch the period all together, until she saw a familiar pair of eyes on the other side of the room. he smiles welcomingly at her, gesturing her over to the hellfire club.

would her parents kill her if they found out? of course.

would janet or monica ever speak to her again? ha, fat chance.

was it social suicide? absolutely, but she’d already been cannonballed in that direction. so, swallowing roughly and holding her head high, she walks over.

eddie’s quick to tell mike and dustin to scooch, allowing her a comfortable spot in between him and them. the other members stare - gawk - at her as she sits down, and she finds herself tugging at her sleeves a little awkwardly.

“uhm, you guys don’t mind, do you?”

“nah, it’s nice to have you.” eddie’s the first to speak, and mike and dustin are quick to back his affirmation. soon, the other three also nod, smiling welcomingly - if not still a bit shocked. they slowly ease back into their previous conversation, with eddie at the forefront of it. they were discussing d.n.d., which she remembered from their conversation at her doorstep. she wasn’t understanding any of it, quiet as she had been at her previous table, but at least now she felt the enthusiasm towards the subject was endearing, as opposed to stupid. furthermore, they were all at least paying attention to her, making jokes that she could actually understand, and explaining some of the more base-level things that she was a bit curious about - eddie the most out of all of them.

they were really, really not anything more that a group of nerdy guys, she was quickly realizing, and it was making her almost laugh as she thought back to monica’s big, scary theories. her smile dropped as she remembered it. oh. monica and janet. she craned her head a little to catch a glimpse of them - janet was looking at her, and monica was looking into her salad, very different from the usual roles of being active in the conversation. it was odd for all three of them, having been inseparable since sophomore year, but she doesn’t have time to dwell on it, as eddie starts grandiosely speaking about something else.

it was easier after a couple weeks. people still looked at her funny, and she was sure she would never escape andy’s harsh stare. but, the others were better: patrick and lucas had never been particularly angry over it in the first place, and even jason had stopped her in the hall to discuss an upcoming test they both had - very civilly, almost friendly. the other cheerleaders never really spoke with her much, but they didn’t even do that much in the first place. the whispers had stopped, and no one mocked her in the halls anymore. school was bearable, in no small part to her new lunch table. hellfire club had gained such a notorious reputation over the years that, as she peeled back the layers of the group, she wanted to laugh more and more. it was a group of guys who liked to listen to rock and metal, wear black and red, and who played a fantasy game in school on thursdays for a couple hours - striving so far from the rumors that she couldn’t help but find it comical. speaking of, she had finally come round to understanding dungeons and dragons, with eddie even working towards her becoming an official part of his campaign. of course, she had protested with worries of time and school work, but that didn’t stop her from finding sketches he’d drawn and blurbs he’d written with possible characters she could embody.

as much as school had turned out alright, the moment these rumors had somehow made her way back to her parents, she had to sit through hour-long lectures, and then days of silence, and, now, the occasional disappointed glance. it was kind of hard, so she found herself spending more and more time with hellfire’s band - corroded coffin - at gareth’s place, or just in eddie’s van.

she was comfortable: better, she was actually happy. this was the change she had been absolutely craving, and, although it happened a little sooner than expected, it had worked out. she was content.

she’d been taking regular rides in eddie’s van or, occasionally, nancy wheeler’s and alumni steve harrington’s cars, when dustin and mike tagged along. sometimes, that didn’t even have to happen, as she had found herself becoming much closer with this rather weird group. she could never understand how eddie - metal-loving, ‘satanic’ eddie - was friends with mike, brother of nancy wheeler - good girl, valedictorian, school news editor nancy. worse, she couldn’t even big to wrap her head around dustin’s strange yet extremely close friendship with hawkin high’s previous king, steve harrington, and his equally close friendship with robin buckley - the band kid.

the dynamics were helping destroy any lingering notion of high-school cliques and social classes. a couple months ago, she’d never have come near associating with these guys, though they were some of the coolest people she’d ever met. sometimes, she wished that same revelation would befall her previous friends.

shockingly, that prayer may have actually been heard as, on one afternoon near the middle of november, she found janet waiting by her locker. she was shocked, and flinched, praying this wasn’t a set-up for anything.

“hello?” janet looked up at her, her eyes lighting up.

“oh, hi! um… i know this is probably really weird but - i-” she clutched her books tighter, “i just wanted to say that i’m sorry. for - um - being so distant.” it was definitely an understatement, but she decided to nod lightly instead of comment.

“yeah - i - i know it was all probably a bit to take in…” y/n trailed off, before janet cleared her throat.

“look, i get if you don’t want to, but is there any chance i can convince you to come with me to that coffee shop a couple blocks from here?” y/n’s eyes fluttered as she processed the offer. on the one hand, janet - her supposed best friend - had ignored her for nearly a month over rumors and stigma. on the other, it wouldn’t hurt to hear her out, right? it takes her a moment, but she answers as she closes her locker door.

“sure.”

janet had tried, to the best of her ability, to explain her hesitation. it wasn’t fantastic reasoning, but it was understandable. for the past two years, they’d all heard stories of the club and of eddie, so it was difficult for her to move out of that mindset. she was finally willing to, though, as she made it very clear to y/n that their friendship would survive a lot more than chance’s rumors.

y/n hadn’t mentioned the elephant in the room, but that didn’t stop janet from apologizing heavily on behalf of monica, with explanations of “she’s just not ready” and “she’s still sorta shocked”. as much as she didn’t want to hear about monica, she similarly did not want to hear about her excuses.

nevertheless, janet did seem like she was trying, and she also did seem interested in exploring this new aspect to of/n’s life with her.

thus, the next day, she’s ready to offer her a spot at hellfire’s table. she glances at eddie, a question of comfort obvious in her eyes. he smiles reassuringly and nods - as much an answer as any - and she found her a spot easily at the table.

that caused a few heads to turn but, as it was not really novel anymore, those heads had all turned right back after a few days. janet found her place easily with them - even easier than y/n - her outgoing personality helping her, especially in a group usually reclused.

within the next few weeks, y/n had begun seeing longing glances between her friend and gareth being exchanged. she wasn’t the only one, with eddie finding her gaze’s subjects and mouthing an exaggerated ‘i know, right?’ she’d laughed a bit too loudly at that one, and it had made janet ask if she was okay. brushing it off as smoothly as possible, she had nodded.

school had let up for winter. she wasn’t terribly excited, knowing that it would just be weeks of her parents and her co-existing in silence. she figured eddie must have realized, as he had reassured her he wasn’t going anywhere, and that his house and van were both hers, should she want to inhabit either. it made her laugh; that van started creaking if they were in it for more than 20 minutes, so god forbid someone stay in it for an extended period.

nevertheless, going on the 3rd day of silence, she was ready to live in eddie’s creaky car. she had quickly grabbed a bag, stuffing it full of homework she was neglecting, a water bottle and some food. she had slipped out of the house without her parents’ care, slowly walking over to gareth’s - who lived only a few streets from her - house.

upon getting there, she rang the doorbell twice. for a moment, there was a heavy silence, until she heard a ton of shuffling from inside. confused, she saw the door open to gareth’s very flushed face.

“hey, gar? you okay?” he nods a little breathlessly, and she narrows her eyes at him, “‘lright, sure. can i borrow your phone?” he stares at her blankly, mouth open for a second, before shrugging.

“yeah, sure, whatever.” he was acting very off, but she attributed it to - well, she wasn’t sure, but she didn’t really care that much anyways. as she made her way inside, she noticed the silence.

“you’re parents out?”

“yeah, they;’re in durham to see my aunt marge.” she nods, gripping the phone on the counter. punching in the number she knew off by heart, the line rung as they stood awkwardly.

“hello?” he answered the phone with a dumb accent, and she laughed.

“hey, ed. can you pick me up? i’m at gareth’s.” she doesn’t see it, but gareth rolls his eyes at who she’s calling.

“yeah, what’d you need?”

“nothing, just bored. thought it’s be good to cash in your offer.”

“sounds good, i’ll be there in, like, 10.”

“cool, see you - hey, gar, isn’t that jan’s purse?” i was midway through hanging up on eddie, when i had noticed a bag with the unmistakable stripes and initials of any tommy hilfiger apparel. now, that in and of itself was not too odd - half the cheerleaders on the team had them. no, what had caught her eye was the small, pink ballerina that was attached to it. the keychain had been gifted to jan by her older sister before she left for college, and it was distinct enough that y/n always noticed it when jan wore that bag. she looked up at gareth, whose face had gone paper-white.

“i - uh, i don’t-” he started stuttering and, suddenly, all the pieces locked into place: the shuffling, the breathlessness, the purse, it all made sense. the gasp she let out had eddie confused at the other end of the phone as well.

“what? what happened? is everything okay? y/n?” his questions were bormbarding her, but her next sentence shuts him up.

“are you guys together?” then, she grimaced, “we’re you guys fucking?” gareth opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out, leaving y/n to giggle into her hand, “first of all, that’s so gross, man. second of all, it’s gar and jan!” she shouted that last bit into the phone so that eddie’s relentless confusion would stop. it was now his turn to gasp, as his voice travelled loud enough for even gareth to hear. the poor boy covered his face with his hand, and she suppressed the urge to laugh, “hey, shut up, ed.” he obliged, bu she could still hear his stifled laughs. then,she turned back to gareth, “so, where is she?”

at that moment, the bathroom door swung open to reveal a very red-in-the-face jan. she was quick to defend herself, when y/n finally hung up the phone, holding her hands up.

“look, i don’t care - i think you guys are cute anyways. but, you could have told us!” janet scoffed, but her features had softened - making it playful as opposed to angry.

“god, you’re such a hypocrite!” y/n’s face scrunched up, unsure of exactly what she was talking about.

“huh?” janet smiled at her knowingly.

“ooh, playing dumb still looks bad on you,” y/n rolled her eyes. the repetition of this notion from multiple people was just bullying now, “you still haven’t told any of us about you and eddie!” y/n nearly recoiled in shock.

“what? me and eddie?” janet was just laughing now.

“what? we aren’t blind, hun. we were gonna give you time to tell us everything, but-”

“wait, you think me and eddie are a thing?” janet nodded like it was the most obvious think in the world, and, now, it was y/n’s turn to laugh, “you - you’re serious? oh my fucking god, jan, we are not dating. we’re just friends.” janet pauses for a second, before laughing. even gareth joins in. it lasts for, like, a whole minute, with y/n just feeling more and more violated as it continued. as they finally came down from it, janet wiping a few tears from her eyes, she sighed.

“yeah, sure, whatever you say.” at that moment, the squeaky sound of a horn came from outside, and y/n felt herself huff.

“fuck you guys!” they smiled back, and, before she closed the door, she remembered her most important piece of advice: “use protection!”

eddie had noticed her uncharacteristic silence on the ride back to his, contrasting heavily with their joking nature just a few minutes ago over the phone. he didn’t comment on it, though - knowing that she was probably just dealing with stuff at home.

she, on the other hand, was far too busy dwelling on what janet had said to her. at first, she was sorta angry - the both of them had gone way out of line, and it was even more awkward as she thought about janet’s implication that all their other friends thought the same.

soon, though, that anger morphed into a strange nervousness in her stomach, spurred on by the fact that, although there was honestly and truly nothing happening between her and eddie, that didn’t exactly mean that she hadn’t thought about it.

god, she’d thought about it since that first smile he’d shot at her, so long ago. she’d be blind to say he wasn’t attractive, but she was sure the butterflies she felt when he smiled at her, or called her ‘sweetheart’ weren’t common reactions to him. she felt herself overtly staring out of the passenger window, worried that she’d look at him and just be more confused.

of course, it didn’t help that it was a short ride, and he was quick to open her door for her, in a very similar fashion to the first time. at first, he played into the ‘butler’ role whenever he did it, but, soon, y/n realized, that was just him - that gentlemanly kindness was all him. she clutched her bag tightly as he smiled at her, muttering a quick “thanks” in his general direction.

she sort of shuffled into his place, with him close on her heels. shutting the door behind them, he was quick to the fridge, offering one of the few non-alcoholic drinks that sat there - a coke. she took it without looking at him, and he turned to fetch himself a glass of water. she sets her bag down on the table in front of the couch - which the both used interchangeably as a coffee table and a dinner table. today, she used it as a desk, balancing her bag precariously against its leg.

truly, she’d bought her homework to give the impression that she would be getting work done when, in reality, she’d just watch a movie with eddie. now, though, as she remembered their close proximity whenever they did: her legs draped over his lap, his head on her chest, her back against his arm, she was seriously against that idea. she stared at her homework in abject horror, wondering why the hell she had reminded herself of that, and why her heart was going so damn fast-

“mrs.o’donnell’s making you do shit over the break?” he had plopped down beside her without her noticing, dry froot loops in a bowl in his hand. he had a tendency to snack when she was over; she knew it was because he didn’t like smoking or drinking in front of her, knowing it made her uncomfortable. she’d accepted much of this new life she was living, but her distaste of anything potentially addictive had stayed with her throughout it all. nevertheless, she had tried several times to convince him that she was totally fine with it, and he was free to do as he wished - especially in his own home. nevertheless, he never did smoke or drink in front of her - owing to the collection of food that she’d also brought.

“she’s making everyone do this essay. it’s, like, 10 percent of the grade and due a week after break’s over.” she can see his eyes widen, as the bowl clattered on the table and he rose up, cursing quietly. she looks up at him as he pulls his hair with his hand, and smiles, “d’ya need help?” he looked at her with pleading eyes.

“please.”

she found them in a position that she had been so worried about before, with his arm draped on the couch behind her and her leaning on it lightly, as she read him the specifications for the essay. it was an opinion text on the main theme of a book that they had been reading in class over the summer.

“‘-including detailed explanation and evidence of any specifics that you mention about the book’,” she was reading carefully, and eddie hummed in understanding, “the project will be due on the 20th of January and will be worth 10% of your grade’. there, that’s where it says it!” she points at it animatedly, bringing it up and turning her body to show it to him. he looks at the paper, before shaking his head.

“shit.” she resisted the urge to laugh, before her smile fell.

“you - you have read the book, right?” he didn’t look at her.

“yeah, yeah, the first few chapters…”

“ed.”

“okay, the first four!” she gawked at him. the book was 25 chapters long. he’d not even read a fifth of it.

“oh my god.” she’s in shock, “oh my god!” now she’s laughing, seeing his face of worry.

“i’m sorry - i’m sorry! c’mon - will you just help me, please?” she suppressed her laugh, reaching into her bag. as she withdraws, she’s pulled out a book - the book that they’d been reading. she’d filled it with annotations, notes, highlights - the like. she slipped it into his lap and, as he opened it, he let out a huge sigh of relief.

“it’ll be easier for you to read through and understand with that.” she knew eddie wasn’t slow so, if he put his mind to it, he’d easily get throught it by - well, tonight, if he really wanted.

“thanks - god, you’re such a life-saver.” he pulled her into him before she realized what he was doing, squeezing her in gratitude.

it wasn’t abnormal - she’d hugged him several times since they’d become close, neither of them prudes about touch at all. though, today, as she remembered janet’s comments, remembered how it felt when he held her so domestically as they enjoyed movies, remembered how ready he was to see her, it was, like, crazy different.

she could feel everything: the course pads of his fingertips, the tickle of his hair on her cheek, the buttons of his jacket against the thin material of her shirt. he smelled like froot loops and cigarettes, and she almost wants to laugh, but she’s breathless as he pulls away. he looks at her dazed face for a second, an expression of concern washing over his own.

“y/n? sweetheart, you alright?” she blinked, looking at him, and nodding.

“yeah! yeah, of course!” her voice was shaky and her breathing a little erratic. she knows that he knows, but he decides not to comment on it, picking up the book in his lap instead.

they’d worked hard for a solid few hours, with her finalizing her heavily detailed plan for the structure and content of her essay, and eddie having just surpassed the 15th chapter, well into the book. they’d ordered a pizza a while back, both of them starving after all the hard work.

she heard a knock on the door, prompting her to stand up and smoothen her outfit. eddie cleared the table, placing her book and work into a neat pile my the couch. the exchange was brief, and the two of them dug into the pinnacle of their well-deserved break. they ate in silence, until eddie decided to break it.

“so, gareth the great and janet the jovial?” he had those quirky names for everyone in the group - though, gareth’s was self-administered, due to his d.n.d character. y/n widened her eyes as she remembered, smiling as she took a sip of water.

“oh my god! y’know they were… at it when i came over?” he grimaced, making her laugh, “it’s not unexpected, though; those too have been making fuck-me eyes at each other for weeks.” he joined her laugh.

“so, what - jan was there?” she hummed in confirmation, and he shook his head, “how’d she react?”

“oh, she looked like she wanted to hit me over the head with her purse. oh - and then she tried to call me a hypocrite.”

“huh? why you?” her eyes widened a little, realizing what she’d just said. she hadn’t meant to, wanting to keep that part of the conversation to herself. but, now, it had slipped out, leaving eddie very confused.

“oh - uh, nothing, she was just making a dumb joke.” he shifted forward a little, immediately noticing the excuse, and she felt herself wanting to disappear into the sofa.

“what kinda joke?” she rolled her eyes, turning her head away from him in hopes he wouldn’t see the light flush on her face.

“no - she just thought i’d been keeping something from her as well.” he nodded, prompting her to explain herself further, and she huffed a little, “she thought we were dating, okay? she - and, apparently, everyone else - have thought that we’ve been dating this whole time, and that we just didn’t tell them.”

eddie looks up at her with a slight incredulity, both at her words and at the outburst-ial nature of their delivery. there’s a rather heavy silence for a moment, before he, once again, breaks it.

“we aren’t?” she finally snapped her eyes to look at him, her mouth ajar.

“what?”

“what? i just assumed - y’know, with everything-”

“eddie.” her voice is stern but choked, letting him know that, if he was joking, now was the time to stop. he obliged, replacing the shock on his face with a dumb grin.

“yeah, you got me - just fucking with you.” she let out a deep sigh of relief, and he winced, “ouch,” he muttered, turning slightly away. she inched closer quickly, grabbing his arm in a truce-like way.

“no - you know that’s not what i mean. i’m not saying…” she trailed off, and he turned back to look at her.

“d’ya think it would really suck?” she knows what he’s asking, but hesitates her response, prompting him to continue, “i mean - would it really be all that different? you spend so much time with me anyhow.” the last bit’s cheeky, and makes her smile a little.

“i - i guess, but…” she pauses, swallowing thickly, “eddie? you’re being serious?” it’s a whisper, and he nods in response - no hints of joking in his eyes.

“if - i just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” he shifts forward a bit. she’s just realized their proximity, their faces not far from each other, “do you want-”

“i do.” she cuts him off, and he finds himself smirking at the enthusiasm. in a moment of confidence, she leans into him slowly.

he catches her lips in his, and her hands immediately find purchase in his hair. his own tug at her waist, trying to close the already small remaining gap between them. she can taste smoke and a cherry-flavoring, making her smile into him. he’s knocked backwards slightly, and they’re separated - only for a moment. she’s quick to duck down towards him. for a moment, she’s cupping his face and he her torso - looking at each other.

“jesus christ.” he mutters, raising his head to find that comforting feeling of her against him again. she allows herself to sink into him, finding the denim of his jacket rough under her fingers and the feel of his fingers rough on her hips.

she finally raises off him, breathing deeply, before she smiles.

“d’ya think janet’s a mind reader?” eddie laughed at the comment, shaking his head.

“nah, we’re just both idiots.” she was sure they were: she’d liked him for - realistically - months, and eddie had thought she was so damn special as soon as he saw her on that table - smiling instead of looking disgusted.

it had been a welcome change - just as he was her’s.

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sugarybitterness · 2 years

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WAIT… So yes on smut?? can u do top!wanda x bottom!reader and soft sex bc its wanda 🤷🏽‍♀️

Also congratulations on 700 followers, you deserve it 😆

first time writing and posting smut aha pls b nice and feedback is most definitely needed😳 and thank you! i’m glad y’all enjoy my works:”) (at least i hope y’all do djdnsjsk) this is wanda x f!reader btw :]

700 celebration 😮‍💨

18+ nsfw minors dni

warnings: mommy kink, fingering, nipple stimulation, finger sucking, alludes to oral // tbh i’m not sure if this considered soft sex..?? help

from the way you pounced onto wanda as soon as she stepped out of the shower that morning, she knew that you weren’t really planning on leaving your shared room today. it was a rare off day amidst all your busy schedules and it had been difficult to find time to spend with each other, much less have sex.

with your lips on hers, wanda didn’t even bother putting on her clothes, her arms moving to circle your waist, dropping her towel in the process. you hummed appreciatively as your hands travelled to her chest, squeezing her tits and playing with her nipples causing wanda to let out a low moan. the sokovian started to walk both of you to the bed nearby, her hands going to palm your ass.

spinning around, wanda sat on the bed and quickly pulled you onto her lap as her hands wandered under your shirt. her mouth pressed kisses and sucked bites onto your neck all while her fingers toyed with your nipples, causing you to whine out.

“mommy please!” you cried as your hips started to buck against wanda. with a flick of her wrist, your clothes disappeared from your body and wanda’s mouth travelled from your neck to your chest, closing around one your nipples causing you to whine louder.

while giving both your nipples ample attention, wanda’s hand wandered from your waist to in between your thighs. a low moan ripped from her throat at how absolutely soaked you were.

“all this for mommy baby girl? you’re absolutely soaked.” wanda hummed, feeling her own arousal pool at the way you moaned out when she began applying pressure on your clit. pleas began go tumble out of your mouth but wanda simply shushed you. she wasn’t planning on teasing you today.

slipping two fingers into your heat, you cried out even louder, your hips moving up and down on her slender digits. but you still needed more.

“mommy,” you cried out, a moan interrupting your train of thought when she curled her fingers just right, hitting your g-spot. you whimpered as your ground even harder on her fingers, your clit rubbing against wanda’s palm perfectly.

“mommy please i want your nipples, please please.” you babbled out, one of your hands going to toy with wanda’s nipples. humming in acknowledgment wanda stills her fingers, hushing you again when you whine in protest. after some quick manoeuvring, you and wanda were essentially cuddling on the bed, her hand still buried in your dripping cunt. bending one of your legs up, you ducked your head and started to suckle on wanda’s nipples causing the witch to out a loud moan. her fingers began to move in and out of you again as praises tumble out of her mouth.

“such a good girl for mommy, aren’t you baby girl? you love mommy’s tits don’t you hm? such a cute little darling, taking my fingers so well..” wanda coos when you let out another cry when she slips in another finger, her own core clenching at the way your cunt tightens around her fingers.

“you going to cum baby girl? come on love, soak my fingers.” wanda urges you, her thumb going to circle your bundle of nerves, applying just the perfect amount of pressure. your hips buck in anticipation and you switch between sucking on wanda’s nipples to crying out for her. soon, your orgasm washes over you, your cunt clenching tightly around wanda’s fingers as your wetness gushes out, your propped leg falling down as you tense up, trapping wanda’s hand.

the sokovian peppers kisses all over your head, mumbling praises as you slowly come down from your high. once you were able to lift up your leg, wanda is quick to pull her fingers out gently, lust filling her features as she stares at how absolutely soaked you were. slipping her fingers into her mouth, she moans at the sweet taste. once wanda was done, you were quick to pull her in a fiery kiss, whimpering at the way you could taste yourself. you wanted to taste wanda too.

pulling away from wanda, you’re quick to press kisses down to her neck, kissing, biting and sucking any exposed skin you could reach. a breathy whimper of your name from wanda urges you to continue to your journey downwards, stopping to wrap your mouth around her nipples once more, knowing how sensitive they can be.

soon you were situated in between wanda’s thighs, your eyes looking up at wanda who stared back at you with adoration and lust in her gaze.

“i’ll make you feel good mommy.” you promise, head diving in to her wet cunt, as you lick up her slit, moaning at her taste.

you both were definitely not leaving this bed anytime soon.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #scarlet witch #scarlet witch smut #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch x you #avengers #avengers x reader #marvel

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realcube · 3 years

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comfort with the haikyuu!! boys hcs 💝

characters: kenma, bokuto, ushijima, tsukishima, akaashi

thanks to anon for the request (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

ALL AGED UP! (no mature themes though) (i just like the post-timeskip domestic dynamics)

tw// hurt! reader, swearing, mentions of death, fluff, angst if you squint

Kenma Kuzome

bb has cat senses so he can tell when you’re sad

he can also tell bc you do the exact same thing he does when he’s sad, which is cuddle underneath blankets in bed, play animal crossing and blare lo-fi music to conceal your faint sobs

so when he walks into your shared room and notices you wrapped up in blankets on the bed, he does his best to suppress a snicker whicH HE FEELS SO BAD FOR HAVING IN THE FIRST PLACE

like he knows you’re sad but a part of his mind is just like ‘heh, (y/n) burrito.’ like you just look sO FKN CUTE!!

anyway, the first thing he always does when you’re down is approach you on the bed, sneak under the blankets and join to you to become a (y/n) & kenma burrito

also, he might turn the speaker off depending on how loud the music is lol but if it’s at an okay volume then he’ll just leave it on and vibe with you for a bit as he desperately wracks his brain, trying to come up with something reassuring to say

you usually comes up with the something basic like, ‘what’s wrong?’ but i mean, you don’t really mind - at least he’s making an effort and you know it must be difficult for him to think of things to say lol

depending on how sad you are, you might just tell him straight-up what happened or you might text him bc you don’t think you’ll be able to choke out an answer without bursting into tears again

then he’ll ask you if you want to be alone and act accordingly

assuming that you say ‘no’ bc you want his presence, he’ll just recollect on the last time you comforted him while he was down and mimic it tbh

..you always comfort him so well 🥺 and whenever you console him, he always feels so much better so he just thought that maybe if he imitates you, then it’ll work just as well

so he started off by resting his head on your shoulder and whispering kind things in your ear just like you did to him, ‘you know i love you, right?’ , ‘i hope you feel better soon’, ‘do you want me to bring you some food?’

he’ll seriously do everything in his power to make sure that you’re as comfortable as possible

and he’ll stay as a (y/n) & kenma burrito until you feel better or until the sun rises ( *^-^)ρ(*╯^╰)

Kōtarō Bokuto

i’ve said this before and i’ll say it again - he’s such an empath and so overdramatic

so when he comes home from work and you don’t run up to the door to give him hugs & kisses- he’s about to burst into tears himself

so he sulks up to your room now IMAGINE HOW SHOCKED HE IS WHEN HE WALKS IN TO SEE YOU CRYING UNDER THE BLANKETS

emo-mode engaged :(

his hair deflates as he pounces on you and wails, ‘(Y/N)! WHY ARE YOU CRYING?! ARE YOU OKAY?! WHO HURT YOU?!’ (ಥ _ ಥ)

and the bitch dives on you while you are under the blanket, essentially scaring and suffocating you

‘bokuto, get off me!’ you shrieked, wriggling out of his grip and out from under the blanket

when he notices you had escaped the blanket with tear-stained cheeks, he felt even worse

he threw himself into your arms, howling, ‘(Y/N)!! I AM SO SORRY!’

at this point all the blood had rushed to your head and you had kinda forgotten that you were sad for a moment or two

‘bo! you should know you’re own strength by now.’ you muttered, rubbing the underneaths off your puffy eyes

‘I KNOW!’ he wailed once more, burying his face into the crook of your neck

you sighed while rubbing his back, unable to supress a slight giggle, ‘bokuto..’

there was ages of silence between the two of you before he pulled away to look you in the eyes and asked, ‘(y/n), why were you crying before i got here?’

you’d explain the issue to him and he’d do everything in his power to solve it because the way he sees it, why should he try console you when he can just fix the variable that’s making you sad in the first place?

like, if you were just fired from your job, he’ll go full karen and he will call corporate to demand for your job back if you don’t stop him

or if your loved one died, he’ll become a fkn medium or study resurrection

or if you’re just stressed from exams/tests, he’ll just be like ‘why do you need to go to uni anyway?’

‘so i can get a qualification.’

‘why do you need that?’

‘so i can apply for a job.’

‘why do you need a job?’

‘so i can make money, so i don’t starve.’

‘you can have my money!’

you couldn’t help but chuckle at how much life-experience bokuto had, yet he will still so naïve; honestly, you couldn’t even tell if he was joking or not. ‘what if we break up?-”

“DON’T SAY THAT!” he gasped, instinctively tightening his grip on you

Wakatoshi Ushijima

both you and ushijima’s pride did not allow y’all to cry in front of one another

if you ever had to cry, you’d just run to the bathroom, lock the door, turn on the tap to drown out the sound of your sobs and just let it all out

and if he ever had to cry, he’d just do it in the shower

but like- you both knew when the other one had been crying because of their puffy, damp eyes but you both mutually agreed to not mention it

i mean, up until now y’all had both been able to flourish in the relationship while dealing with emotions on your own so why bother changing?

and if anything, you both felt more comfortable crying to yourselves

that was, until today

you had cracked under the pressure of your job - you were simply sitting at your desk in the study room, doing some work then it all just came crashing down

ushijima had just stepped out of the shower in his towel and was currently wandering around the house in search of you, to inform you that he ran out of shampoo so it would be greatly appreciated if you were to add it to the shopping list

but when he entered the study to see you sitting there by your computer, bawling you eyes out..he froze

like he had to do a whole double-take bc he wasn’t sure if he was seeing this correctly

your face was buried in your hands so you didn’t notice him at first but then you heard him awkwardly clear his throat from the doorway and your neck immediately jerked to look at him

it was quite embarrassing for the both of you, ngl

like he was standing there half-naked, staring into your red eyes in hopes that what he saw was just a hallucination

after what felt like hours of deafening silence, ushijima broke it by muttering under his breath, ‘uh, is everything okay?’

‘everything is fine, toshi.’ you replied, forcing a bright smile onto your face as you went back to typing, ‘did you come down here to tell me somethi--’

‘i can tell that there is something wrong.’ he stated, walking towards you while using one had to hold his towel in place and draping the other over your shoulders to pull you into his chest. ‘do you want to tell me?’

you let out a long sigh, resting your cheek against his chest while still staring at the many tabs you had open on your desktop

but ushijima quickly fixed that by taking your chin in-between his thumb and index finger, then turning your face to look up at him,

‘work?’ he hummed his assumption

‘yeah.’ you mumbled, quite surprised at how understanding he was being

but then again, ushijima obviously knows what it feels like to be overworked and burnt out too, so he was able to provide a lot of empathy in that sense

Kei Tsukishima

ok a bit of tsukki slander but i feel like tsukishima would make it worse WEILUBRGBE

wait no well, he doesn’t make it worse but he doesn’t make it better either

like he’ll walk into the living room and see you curled up under a blanket on the couch, lightly sobbing from underneath- and he honestly doesn’t know how to act

this is the first time he’s seen you cry bc usually y’all keep your emotions to yourselves - you’re both v independent like that （￣︶￣)

anyway, mans thinks he can just tease the sadness out of you 🙄

‘awh, is my little couch goblin feeling sad?’ he said shakily, clearly intimidated by your figure lying on the couch, and you could tell he was nervous per his use of the nickname ‘couch goblin’

‘‘TSUKISHIMA, FUCK OFF!’ you barked, hastily wiping away your tears and clinging to blanket to prevent him from pulling it away, as the last thing you wanted him to see was your weary figure just so he could tease you about it

‘bitch, i live here.’ he hissed, rubbing the back of his neck - feeling rather conflicted

on one hand, you seemed serious when you asked him to leave; plus, the last thing he wanted to do was make you feel uncomfortable by staying when you’re already sad

but on the other hand, he genuinely wanted to help

he’d feel bad if he were to just leave his s/o in tears when he could’ve done something to make you feel better

‘do you really want me to go?’ he asked and for a change, not a hint of mockery or sarcasm was found in his voice

there were several moments of silence until you mumbled from under your blanket, ‘no.’ then proceeded to lift up your arm to allow him to crawl under the blanket and join you

he did so, pulling you against his chest so you could sob lightly against his cotton shirt while being engulfed by warm darkness

‘what could’ve possibly went wrong to make the evilest blanket demon cry?’

‘evilest blanket demon’ - that was definitely a new one, and you’d be lying if you said a small snicker didn’t escape your mouth at how monotonously he was able to deliver such a unique nickname

and after years of being in a relationship with tsukki, you’ve learned to find comfort in these nicknames considering they were a big part of how he expressed love

in his vocabulary, ‘you’re so annoying.’ is equal to ‘i love you’

so him calling you an ‘evil blanket demon’ was, in his eyes, the highest and most sincere form of flattery

you eventually tell him what happened that made you sad and he just listens

feel free to ramble on about anything/everything that’s worried you for the last few months bc he’s all ears

he figured that other than make you dinner and hug you, that was the best thing he could do to help bc he was far from a romantic who’s good with words

if he tries to console you verbally it would probably come out like ‘uh, don’t cry - i understand what you’re going through, i think, but like- cry if you want. this must be tough for you, to be honest.’

so he just listens to what you have to say and occasionally inputs a lil’ ‘mhm’ or ‘yeah’

he’s probably the most patient with you so you could stay sad on the couch for the next few weeks, as long as you’re eating the meals he delivers to you and you’re staying healthy, he’ll just let you mope until you feel better tbh

Keiji Akaashi

boyfie material right here

i’m hardly an akaashi simp but he’s probably the best at comforting you while you’re sad tbh

because he’s literally been dealing with bokuto and his emo-mode for god-knows how long so he’s very good with reassuring people😌

also, i just know that this man can detect emotions so well- evEN THROUGH TEXT ISTG

he’d text you the usual ‘goodnight ❤’

and you’ll quickly wipe away your tears that were blurring your vision to reply ‘goodnight 💕’

then he’ll deadass text back like ‘i’m coming over. what’s wrong?’

HE JUST KNOWS!! don’t question it bc he doesn’t even have a logical answer lol

anyway, he’ll arrive and immediately begin with the reassurance before you even tell him what’s wrong

‘you’re coping so well, (y/n).’

‘i’m so proud and i love you so much.’

‘is there anything i can do to make you feel better?’

‘would you like a hug?’

‘you’re beautiful, (y/n). i hope you know that.’

‘do you want me to get you ice-cream?’

a king- 👑

also, you weren’t embarrassed to cry in front of him either bc you had seen him cry before

plus, y’all both established at the very beginning of the relationship that you’d both try be as honest and open with your emotions as possible

so now, you were both sitting beside each other on your bed while sharing a banana split that akaashi made (you put the sprinkles on though so you basically gave it flavour ✨)

akaashi is definitely the therapist friend to so he gives great advice

but if you don’t want his advice and you’d prefer him to just listen, then he can do that too

honestly, he’d do basically anything to make you feel better 🥺

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jackonthelongwalk · 3 years

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Eye Contact and Facial expressions between Eli/Hawk and Demetri

Okay here are my thoughts about Demetri and Hawk’s use of eye contact, facial expressions and gesturing in their communication style.

Beginning with some information on being autistic, masking and mimicking. Many autistic people will use over expression because we think that’s what Neurotypical people want, and it’s how we experience their expressions so we mimick it but it often comes out looking “too much” because we can not naturally do it.

Making eye contact (I call it hard staring because that’s often what it ends up looking like) is something often force fed to us in therapy, we are forced to make eye contact and it’s often taught as a replacement for eye contact avoidance. We are taught to use eye contact in situations where we would usually avoid eye contact it’s a tactic of trading behaviours but it often ends up looking like over intense staring.

This gif is a good example (Hawk’s trying to seem intimidating or threatening but it honestly looks a bit silly/ too much)

One of Hawk’s most “obvious” signs of discomfort is darting his eyes around, before the major masking and mimicking comes in we see a lot of eye contact avoidance. We also see a lot of over exaggerated facial expressions (once he starts masking and mimicking) and hard staring.

But with Demetri this is not the case, Eli actually uses eye contact as one of his main forms of communication with Demetri which Demetri reciprocates, he also frequently changes his face and the type of gesturing his does when with Demetri even after he start masking heavily. We can only assume that because of their long standing friendship they’ve had a long time to develop a level of comfort and understanding that can be quite difficult for a lot of autistic people to share with someone.

Now let’s break some scenes down

First we have the lunch table scene, Eli communicates during this scene that he’s interested and attentive to what Demetri is saying (he also could be avoid eye contact with Miguel) by looking at him and holding eye contact while he tells his jokes as well as giving that soft Eli smile.

Demetri reciprocates this by giving Eli a lot of expressive eye contact he also uses a lot of gesturing to emphasize his point (he does a lot of gesturing in general but it seems a little more extra in this scene with Eli to emphasize that he’s being sarcastic in his joke)

Gif by @miguelsc

Next let’s talk about the dojo scene, Johnny’s making fun of Eli in quite a fucked up way and Eli’s eyes are darting around incredibly uncomfortable, his shoulders are rolled inwards. When Demetri first starts talking he looks over at him immediately and I think it’s safe to say he is comforted that Demetri is saying something.

As the scene progresses and both Aisha and Miguel try to jump in Eli looks back at Demetri again and pops his jaw, Hawk does this specifically with Demetri and it communicates that he’s upset, nervous, embarrassed.

Our next scene is the park scene, both Hawk and Demetri are trying to give Miguel advice and Hawk is giving some weird Johnny mimicked advice that Demetri is finding ridiculous (which it is). Hawk giving a lot of eye contact to Demetri as well as popping his jaw again. It’s quite plain to see Hawk is upset that Demetri does not accept the “new person” he has become. When we look at the eye contact, he’s not moving his eyes away from Demetri and honestly it seems like he’s begging Demetri to be okay with and accept Hawk.

In this next eye contact scene we’ve got the fight at the mall, Hawk is upset again because of the review which I think stems from a few different sources. Starting off Hawk is extremely loyal to Miguel and Johnny he trusts them, he believes his life has been ever improved by cobra kai (which is true in some ways) and this written “attack” on Kreese could hurt the dojo which hurts Miguel and Johnny which in turn hurts Hawk. It’s also accurate to say Hawk was still holding out hope that Demetri would join Cobra Kai, the whole time he’s been asking and trying to convince Demetri and he’s really hurt that Demetri isn’t interested. This also has to do with Karate being a special interest for Hawk, Demetri usually shares/ participates in his special interests but this time he’s not as enthusiastic and that is very distressing for Hawk. So in this scene we see the first of many scenes where Hawk is conflicted and confused about his choices surrounding Demetri. Demetri makes steady eye contact with Hawk throughout this scene you can’t just look away from this, I know WHO YOU ARE he’s daring Hawk to make a choice. Demetri knows Eli better then anyone in the world, and that makes Hawk uneasy, he can’t mask completely effectively and push away who he is if there’s always someone who knows him in his truest form.

The party!!

Hawk is coming off an extremely uncomfortable situation with Moon and Piper that was very awkward and difficult for him and then Demetri appears and let’s be honest Hawk does NOT put up much of a fight in terms of talking he caves pretty quickly and falls into a rhythm with Demetri.

With Moon and Piper though he’s displaying all kinds of uncomfortable stimming and eye contact patterns but as soon as he’s with Demetri he’s eyes brighten up and Demetri gives him the same excited energy back, Demetri is literally always trying to engage Hawk with eye contact. Let’s also talk about how Demetri brings up a special interest for Hawk (Dr.Who) that they both love, and Hawk absolutely melts at the mention. (He’s clearly been suppressing this special interest which brings us back to, how Demetri reminds him too much of his true self.)

Next we’ve got this fucking scene which is so intense, having a full ass conversation through eye contact, it starts off with Hawk weakly threatening Demetri but he quickly dissolves into Eli behaviour and patterns when Demetri lets him know he’s not afraid of him.

Okay this is me being wild but you notice the shoulder tap here? All of you know the shoulder touch/squeeze is my headcanon comfort touch between the boys and just like in the fight scene (the trophy case one) I think this is again an instance where Demetri is letting Hawk know he’s still cares about him. The eye contact they hold after Hawk slaps him back on the chest is lingering in a very intimate way.

Gif by @soe-leo

Okay the last two eye contact scenes I’m going to look at are from the last episode. First up we’ve got the post saving Demetri scene Demetri is obviously wary of Hawk at first I mean this little asshole literally pissed in his bed for years and had the fucking audacity to break Demetri’s arm. But then of course Hawk pulls out his Eli soft doe eyes unbroken eye contact “I’m sorry man” please please forgive me Demetri and Demetri just can’t contain his damn joy that his best friend is finally ready to come back to him, his face opens quite expressively.

Here we go the final scene at the Miyagi-Do dojo. Y’all see that held eye contact before Hawk looks away and pulls his Eli smile. It’s like when they hold eye contact it’s so genuine and comfortable but with most others it’s so put on for Hawk.

These scenes are so important to their relationship, as an autistic person watching this show with my partner (who points a lot of these things out to me initially) it’s really nice to see the display of a relationship between an autistic person and the person they are most comfortable with.

#hawk is on the autistic long walk #demetri x hawk #elimetri #demetri x eli #eli moskowitz autistic #binary boyfriends #autistic hawk

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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Take A Little Ride

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Request from @bishopslosawife: What if one of the Mayans’ S/O was an NFR professional barrel rider from the south? Like S/O plans a trail ride for everyone to get them to relax and someone recognizes her and asks her to show off her moves? Maybe S/O has a horse boarding at the stable?

Warnings: language

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: (Sorry if this is the second time you’re seeing this fic! I’ve had some issues with posts disappearing from my blog and the tags and I’m trying to get everything back on track haha.) I know we talked about this fic forever ago, and I’ve been thinking about it ever since lol. We threw around a lot of ideas and I tried to fit as many into this fic as possible without it feeling cluttered. Also, I know this is technically an Angel fic, but we get to see a lot of our boys in this story. Hope you enjoy! xo

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“Oh come on,” you pleaded as you sat in Angel’s lap, “It would be so fun!”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “Yea, for you maybe. I’d have no fuckin’ clue what to do.”

“It’s really not that hard,” you reassured him.

EZ sat down across from the two of you, “What is Angel fighting you about now?” he smirked.

You laughed, “I was saying that we should go for a trail ride sometime soon—all of us. It’s such a good way to unwind.”

“What’s the issue then?” he was clearly confused.

“She means a horseback trail ride, Boy Scout,” Angel piped in with a shake of his head before returning his gaze to you, “Anyone besides you and Taza even know how to ride?”

You paused, trying to think back on your conversations with everyone. Truthfully, now that he said it out loud, you couldn’t say for certain if any of the guys knew how to ride. You didn’t want to cop to that, but you weren’t a good liar, “I have no idea,” you chuckled, “I mean for some reason I wanna say that at one point Riz said something to me about it but I’m not sure. You guys could learn, though! It’s not like we’d be competing or anything, just a nice mellow trip. Like a hike! Besides, it’d be good for you boys to learn something new.”

“Y/N,” Angel started, “I’m not gonna fu—”

EZ cut him off, “I’m game,” he was genuinely interested, but he also loved being a little bit of an instigator when it came to things like this between you and Angel.

Your eyes lit up, “Yea?”

“Bro,” Angel shook his head, “What the fuck?”

“Put it to a vote!” you said excitedly, “That’s what y’all do, right?”

EZ laughed, nodding, “Yea, that’s exactly what we do.”

“What, we gonna go to Templo for this?” it was getting more and more difficult for Angel to keep a straight face.

“We’ll do it right here,” you leaned forward and grabbed your empty beer bottle off the table, rapping it on the wooden surface a few times to get everyone’s attention, “Hey! Boys! I have an offer for ya.”

If Angel had the ability to melt into the couch cushions, he would’ve. The guys could see the look on his face and it only made them more interested in what you were going to say. EZ was sitting back with a smug grin, extremely invested in where this was all going to go.

“What’s the offer?” Taza asked with a soft smile.

“So,” you got up off Angel’s lap, “I know y’all have had a rough couple of weeks. And I think it’d be good for everyone to get out and unwind,” they were all nodding along in agreement so far, “I just so happen to know of a really great ranch about forty minutes North of here. What would you guys say to a day trip and a trail ride? Switch things up a little.”

Taza’s response was immediate, “Sounds good to me.”

You could see the apprehension on some of their faces, so you tried to reassure them, “If you don’t know how to ride, they give you a rundown of the basics. Plus, the horses that they have there are all push-button—absolute gems.”

“How do you know about this place?” Bishop couldn’t help but to ask.

“I’ve been boarding my horse there since I moved to Cali,” you paused, “So, what d’you say?”

Sure enough, everyone started to speak up in agreement. You had never felt so excited. You looked back at Angel, who was shaking his head trying not to crack a smile. He had a feeling it was going to go this way.

“Majority vote,” Bishop said with a laugh, “It passes.”

“Yay!” you clapped, “Alright, I’ll call and get it all set up for this week. It’s gonna be so much fun, trust me.”

As the week passed by, Angel and a few of the other guys asked you questions about just what exactly they had gotten themselves into. They all knew that you rode, but they never thought it would have any crossover with their lives.

You all met up at the clubhouse late Saturday morning. You had your jeans and boots on, along with a tank top. You’d packed a backpack with water bottles and a few snacks, as well as your riding helmet. There was a palpable sense of excitement in the air, along with nervousness.

“You guys might not wanna take the bikes,” you warned with a laugh, “Your legs might be a little sore afterwards.”

They all stood and thought about it for a moment before deciding to take your word for it. They split up and piled into the few trucks they had, allowing you to lead the way since none of them knew where you were going. It was one of the very few times that Angel ever rode shotgun and let you take the wheel. You’d seen EZ crack a smile as his brother begrudgingly handed you the keys.

You rolled into your parking spot at the ranch, instantly jumping out of the truck once it was in park. The rest of the guys weren’t far behind, their vehicles falling into line with yours. You waited for them all and then waved for them to follow you as you confidently strode across the grounds to the barns. A few of the other people there smiled and waved to you, recognizing you from your frequent trips there.

The man who ran the ranch came out of one of the barns, arms out wide as he approached you, “Y/N, so good to see you,” he gave you a hug, “I was excited when they told me about your call.”

“Who’s this fuckin’ guy?” Angel murmured to EZ under his breath, elbowing him when he saw his brother trying to bite back a laugh.

You hadn’t heard the exchange, but you turned around to introduce everyone regardless, “Boys, this is Matthew—owner of this fine establishment and also one of the first people to help me settle in when I moved here to California. Matthew, this is my crew,” you laughed, “Best group of troublemakers you’ll ever meet.”

He laughed, nodding in acknowledgment, “Gentlemen, it’s a pleasure. I’m here to help and get you guys up and running, but you’re in good hands with Y/N here. She knows the trails out here like the back of her hand.”

“Well,” you chuckled, “I wasn’t gonna say it, but he’s totally right,” you clapped, “Let’s get you boys all saddled up and ready to go!”

It was refreshing to see them a little out of their element, with the exception of Taza, and surprisingly enough Coco seemed rather comfortable in the barn. You didn’t comment on it, wanting to see just how much he knew. But so far he had gotten all his tack on without much of an issue, and he seemed really comfortable with the horse they had provided for him.

You went back and forth with the guys about wearing helmets. Angel was adamant that he would be fine without one, “You’re not even gonna wear one! Or Taza!”

You laughed, “And when you’ve clocked as many hours as we have, you won’t have to wear one either. But for now, you’re gonna have to. Deal with it.”

“Yea,” EZ chuckled as he clipped his on, “Gotta save all the braincells that you can.”

“Shut up,” Angel shoved him as they both broke down in laughter.

Your horse was waiting patiently in her stall, all tacked up and ready to go. You were thankful that she was so mellow and patient, because you didn’t have to worry about her while you got everyone else situated. Up until that point, you had never realized just how diverse the ranch was when it came to breeds of horses. Most of them were rescues in some capacity, bought at auction when they weren’t competition or breeding material anymore, but they still made great companions, especially for beginners.

The fact that Taza let the boys struggle on their own a bit wasn’t lost on you. He was already perched atop his horse, waiting for the rest of them to get their acts together. You were certain that it was the most entertained that he had been in a while—you could see it in his eyes. To make up for the lack of Taza’s guidance, you were running around helping however you could.

“C’mon,” Coco taunted as he hoisted himself up onto his horse with ease, “What’s takin’ you guys so long?”

“Since when do you know anything about horses?” Angel said with a hint of bitterness to his voice.

“Psh, you don’t know everything about me, ‘mano. Don’t worry about it.”

Once everyone was on and ready to go, you finally went back to bring your own horse out. She was waiting patiently as ever in her stall. You slid the door open and stepped inside, gently resting your forehead against hers. It was exciting to be able to share this part of your life with all of them, even if it was going to be a little extra chaotic the first time around. You hoped, though, that they would enjoy it enough to want to come back and do it again. You thought that it would be good for them, because it certainly was for you.

You led your horse out of the barn, not that you really needed to be holding onto her reins anyway—she’d follow you wherever you went almost without question. You had her stop so you could slip your foot into your stirrup and hoist yourself onto her. The guys looked on in slight awe, not able to believe that it was so easy for someone of your height to climb up that easily onto a horse that was so tall.

Once you were situated in your stirrups and adjusted your backpack, you turned and looked around at your crew with a wide smile on your face, “Everyone feel like they sorta know what they’re doing? Matthew give you an overview of the basics?” there were various mumbled of agreement as they nodded their heads and you had to laugh, “You’ll be fine. Just remember, gentle on the reins—it’s attached to their mouths. Squeeze with your legs and nudge with your heels if you wanna go faster. These horses are super well trained so you shouldn’t need to kick, or be loud with them at all. Just use a clear voice,” you paused, “We should probably do a couple laps around the arena first before I take you guys off-roading,” you laughed, “Follow me.”

Admittedly, you were pretty impressed at how well the guys were picking it up. A lot of it had to do with the horses that they were riding, but still. It was the first time you could ever remember Bishop seeming out of his element and you had to admit that you found it amusing. Angel and Gilly found themselves struggling together while EZ practically rode laps around them, of course.

“Show-off,” Angel said with a laugh and a shake of his head as he shifted slightly in his saddle.

“You’re just mad because I’m already good,” EZ chuckled as he made his way over to where you and Taza were watching the rest of them.

Once you started making your way towards the trail, you and Coco found yourselves side by side. You glanced over at him and had to smile at how comfortable he seemed. For a man who seemed to be a little jumpy at baseline, he seemed really calm.

“I have to admit,” you said as you glanced back to make sure you didn’t lose anyone yet, “you surprised me a little bit with all of this,” you gestured to him and the horse.

He laughed, “Yea, I’m full of fuckin’ surprises.”

“You ride for a long time?”

He shrugged, “Not in a while. Started when I finished my four years. One of the guys who came back with me told me to try out equine therapy. Seemed kinda pointless but I really wasn’t in a position to be sayin’ no to anything—I was pretty fucked up. And it helped. Stopped when I started getting in with the club.”

You nodded, unable to hide how invested you were in everything that he was telling you, “Got it. That why the guys didn’t know?”

“Yea. Plus, they don’t gotta know everything,” he chuckled.

The topic fell by the wayside as the group of you continued on your little adventure. It was peaceful, and it was nice to hear all of them laughing and joking around with each other. You felt like you were constantly turning around to make sure that you hadn’t lost track of anyone, but you really didn’t mind it. It was hard to not be a little amused at how out of sorts Angel still seemed. The downside of being as tall and lanky as he was, is that it’s impossible to miss when he is feeling uncomfortable or out of his comfort zone. It was written all over his body language.

You looped around so you could land yourself next to him. You smiled over at him as he focused intensely on his reins, “Still getting the hang of it?”

“You guys make it look so easy.”

You laughed, “We’ve got years of practice. You’ll pick it up.”

“Gilly wants to know why he’s the only one that didn’t get a horse,” Angel laughed.

You chuckled and shook your head, “Mules are great, he’s got nothing to complain about. They’re strong, and smart, and a little stubborn but that’s just like the rest of you guys so it should be fine.”

“I know I’m not good at this shit,” he shifted slightly in his saddle, “and I dunno if I ever will be. But it’s nice to see you enjoying yourself like this. I don’t think I’ve ever really seen you like this.”

You smiled, feeling your face get warm, “Well, now you know,” you paused, laughing, “Plus I think this is one of the only times that I’ve been better than you at something.”

“Couldn’t let it be a sweet moment, could you?”

You chuckled, “Is this how you feel all the time with me?”

“I’m not better than you at everything, querida. Stop bein’ dramatic,” he smiled.

“Cooking and horseback riding are the two things I definitely have over you. And I’m holding onto those for dear life,” you laughed.

“I’ll let you have them. Just for you, I promise I won’t get any better at this.”

“For me?” you pressed a hand to your chest with a smile, “You’re too sweet.”

You nudged your horse onward so you could get back to the front of the pack. You’d ridden the trails hundreds of times but they never got any less beautiful. They were different than where you used to ride back home but the change was nice. The trail that you had taken them on was one of the easier ones—no crazy inclines or anything like that. It was a slow but steady ride up one of the smaller peaks that surrounded the ranch. The view from the top was beautiful—you could see for miles. You had a feeling that the guys were going to love it.

“We’re almost to the top,” you called back over your shoulder.

Within a few minutes, the whole group of you had made it to the clearing at the top of the peak. They were all letting out their own murmurs of approval and you felt so proud of yourself. A few of them hopped down, wanting to get a little closer to the cliff edge so they could look down over it. There was nothing but the sound of the breeze and the screaming of the birds while you all stayed there and took in the view. It was the most peace that they’d probably felt in a while.

“Pretty great, right?” you looked over at Angel, who had managed to guide his horse to they were right next to you.

He nodded, “Beautiful. Had no idea any of this was out here.”

“This is what I used to do with pretty much all of my free time when I first moved here, back before I really knew anyone.”

“You gave this shit up to hang out with us?” Angel chuckled as he gestured to the rest of the guys.

You laughed, shaking your head, “I didn’t give it up. I still come out here at least once every weekend, if not more during the week if work allows for it. I still make the time.”

“I love you,” he had a starry look in his eyes as he gazed over at you.

You smiled, “I love you too. Thanks for doing this—I know you weren’t really all that thrilled about it.”

“I’m glad I did. It’s nice to see something that means so much to you.”

After a few more minutes of lingering, chatting, and getting photos of everyone, it was time to complete the loop and head back towards the ranch. You were glad that the guys had pacified you and allowed you to do a little impromptu photoshoot of them with their horses—it was a moment that you wanted to remember. They were quite the diverse pack and you couldn’t help but to smile.

The ride back down was smooth. It was evident that for the most part, the guys were starting to feel more comfortable in their saddles. There weren’t as many, “oh fuck’s” said under their breath. There was a little more talking and joking going on and it made your heart feel fuller.

Cutting through the quietness of the trail was Angel’s voice, “Shit, fuck, oh fuck,” he wasn’t yelling but you could tell that he was worried.

You whipped your head around to see what was wrong, and you had to bite back your laughter as you watched the scene that was playing out. Angel’s horse had bumped up from a walk to a jog and clearly it wasn’t Angel’s doing. The panic that was on his face was priceless. Realistically, the horse wasn’t even going that fast, but it was enough to send Angel into panic mode.

“I’m just gonna fuckin’ jump off.”

You laughed, “Do not jump off. Just apply a little pressure to the reins and tell him to walk. He should slow right down. They don’t understand curse words.”

He did as you instructed, and sure enough the horse dropped right back down to a leisurely walk. You were trying not to laugh but the rest of the guys weren’t as kind and forgiving as you. You knew that that was going to be something that he wasn’t going to be living down anytime soon.

The rest of the descent was uneventful. The whole squad made it back down to the base of the trail unscathed. You hopped down off your horse and began to help all of them to do the same. You told them where to go and put all of their tack once they took it off, and also told them that if they could walk their horses for a couple minutes just to help cool them down it would be appreciated. It wasn’t the most intensive ride but it would still be good for them. Besides, it would be good for the guys and their legs too.

You were getting ready to bring your horse in when a girl came walking up to you, trying to politely get your attention. She couldn’t have been more than seventeen or eighteen. Her t-shirt and jeans were streaked with dirt but there was a giant smile on her face as she walked up to you and your horse.

“Hi, excuse me, are you Y/N?” her voice was quiet, shy.

You nodded, slightly confused, “I am. Everything alright?”

“Yea! I just, um, god sorry I don’t mean to be weird. I used to watch you race, though. I went to almost every NFR circuit event for a few years back when we still lived in Nevada. They said you moved but I had no idea it was here and I,” she stopped herself, “Sorry, I’m rambling.”

You shook your head, smiling, “Don’t be sorry. I don’t think I’ve ever had a fan before,” you laughed.

“Well that’s not true,” the girl laughed. She paused for a few moments, “Would it…would it be weird to ask if I could see you do a run?”

You raised your eyebrows, “A barrel run?”

She nodded excitedly, “Yea.”

You laughed, “I mean, I don’t see why not. I’m a little out of practice but I think we can still manage it,” you patted your horse on the shoulder.

“Oh my god this is so cool. The big arena inside is already set up—I just finished my lesson.”

The two of you walked together, your horse following behind without you having to hold too tightly on the reins. You listened to her gush and talk about riding and it made you miss what it felt like to be training for competitions. You didn’t regret stepping back from it to live the life that you have now, but there was nothing quite like that rush of adrenaline.

The guys had heard the entire interaction and all of them had since gotten their own horses situated so they could come and see what was about to happen. EZ and Angel were leaning against the side of the arena, their voices carrying in the echo chamber it created.

“You know she used to compete?” EZ asked as he watched you hop back up onto your horse.

“Yea, I mean, she mentioned it,” Angle replied, “Didn’t know that she was a fuckin’ celebrity, though.”

“Paparazzi is gonna show up any minute,” Bishop materialized next to them, chiming in with a laugh.

You settled into your saddle, getting both you and your horse positioned so that you could start your run. You could tell that she felt the shift in energy as the two of you stood at the entrance to the arena. You could feel her starting to get a little antsy, a little wound up. It had been a long time since you ran the pattern, but you had no doubt that it would be like riding a bike for the two of you.

As soon as you nudged her with the heel of your boot, your horse took off. You couldn’t stop the laughter that erupted out of you as she flew around the first barrel, gliding seamlessly into the turn. You could faintly hear the guys from the sideline over the sound of the wind in your ears. You felt your hat fly off your head and you didn’t even care. You’d almost forgotten how fun it was to neck-rein at that high of a speed.

You looped around the second barrel, and the third, and your horse all but flew down the center of the pattern as she ran out of the arena. You sat back in your saddle, trying to get her to slow down but you didn’t really want her to. It had to have felt just as good for her as it did for you—the two of you hadn’t done more than a light canter in a while and she was clearly itching to get out some pent-up energy.

Finally she slowed to a walk as you turned her around to head back towards the arena. The young girl came running out of the building with a huge smile on her face, your hat hanging from her fingertips.

“That was so cool!” she handed your hat back to you.

You hopped down off your horse with a smile, “That was the most fun I’ve had in a while, I can’t lie,” you laughed, “I’m glad you asked us to run it—that felt amazing.”

“Do you board here?” she looked at you expectantly.

You nodded, “I sure do. Here every weekend, pretty much. Not that we’re really training to compete anymore, but you know.”

“If we’re ever here at the same time do you think that you could give me some pointers?”

You nodded, feeling your heart swell inside your chest, “Absolutely.”

“Yes! Oh that’s so awesome. Thank you so much. I’ll, um, I’ll let you get back to your friends. But thank you so much.”

You smiled, “Of course. I’ll see you around.”

She bounded off, an excited spring to her step. You chuckled and shook your head as you started to lead your horse back to the barn so you could take off her saddle and bridle. As the two of you meandered, Angel and the guys all came out of the arena, looks of surprise all over their faces.

“What the fuck was that, querida?” Angel laughed as he shook his head in disbelief.

“What?” you feigned ignorance.

“When were we gonna find out that you know how to do all that?” EZ piped up.

“I told you guys that I ride!”

“That,” Angel threw his arm around your shoulder, “was not just riding. That was insane! You guys were fucking flying.”

“Shoulda seen how fast we could go when we were actually training for it.”

“Also, didn’t know that you were apparently a celebrity,” there was a smirk on his face as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

You laughed and shook your head, “Not a celebrity. The horse world is a small one.”

“You gonna be able to teach us how to do all that?” EZ asked with a laugh.

“Not a fucking chance,” you smiled over at him, “But you guys are more than welcome to come here with me any time.”

“Well now we definitely have to,” Angel said, “Gotta see what other moves you’re holding out on.”

“Oh,” you laughed, “you’ll see. Don’t worry.”

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Monsters - Eleven (Alternate Ending)

Pairing: Dark!Bucky X Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a man who just wants to do better. But he can’t stop the monster from coming out every now and then. As a last and hopeless attempt at calming The Winter Soldier, SHIELD finds him something they figured would help. An innocent young woman with not a lot going for her. Or, The Winter Soldiers newest victim.

Warnings: Language, Violence, Injuries, Fluff, Mentions of Mental Disorders and Personality Disorders (of which I've used personal experiences as references)

Word Count: 2.8K

A/n: Fourth day of ficmas and y’all get an alternate ending!! The end of this has given me an idea for a new dark!Fic that could potentially become a dark series but idk yet. Anyway, enjoy!!

A/n 2: This doesn’t fall in line with Madness or Bad Dream, but idc

THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING CONTENT!!!

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“(Y/n)? Honey? You in here?” Bucky hesitantly pushes open the front door, senses on high alert in case you make a hostile move.

“James?”

He walks slowly into the living room, smiling softly when he sees you.

“Hey,” he whispers. You eye him warily and he sighs.

“I’m sorry,” he begins gently, sitting down next to you, “I know what I did was wrong, and I know it looks like I chose her over you, but I’m here for you now. And I’m gonna be here for you as long as you’ll have me.”

You stare at him for a moment longer before grinning.

“You need me,” you state. He looks at you, waiting for you to continue. “That’s why you came back,” you elaborate, “because you need me. Because you know that Natasha won’t be able to handle you the way I can.”

He swallows hard, thinking back to the way Nat was appalled by the video.

“You’re right.”

You giggle, shaking your head at him. “I know. I know I’m right. I’m the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to you! You’d be lost without me and you’re now realizing it, aren’t you?” His guard is up in an instant, your outburst making him uneasy.

You get up off the couch to stand in front of him, hands on your hips.

“You hurt my feelings, James.” He nods, reaching for your hands slowly. You allow him to take them and watch as he presses gentle kisses to your knuckles.

“I know. And I’m sorry. And you’re right again. I do need you. More than I’ve ever needed anybody and that scares me.” You ponder this for a moment, thinking about all the pictures he received.

“How long were you with her?” He sighs heavily and closes his eyes tightly.

“A month. Maybe longer. At first, she was just something for the soldier when you weren’t there but… I’m not sure why I kept going back. I care about you, I really do.” You hum, pushing his hands away and straddling his waist.

You lean down, lips brushing over his just gently before you smile again.

“I fucked Steve last night. Several times.” A growl rumbles deep in his chest and you pull away for a moment, grinning wickedly as you see his eyes glaze over slightly. His hands grip your hips tightly and he takes a deep breath.

“Your best friend fucked me. For hours. Because you were too busy picking that stupid fucking bitch over me. That’s a lesson for you. I can get whoever I want, whenever I want. You need me, not the other way around. Remember that.” You push yourself off of his lap and walk to the staircase.

“In time you can have me again. But not now. If the soldier needs me, he can have me, but not you, James. Not yet.” He sits panting on the couch, eyes trained on your backside as you leave him confused and aroused.

You close the door to your bedroom and plop yourself down on your bed, ignoring the nagging voice in the back of your mind, the one that’s begging you to leave him. He hurt you, but he’s back. He must care about you or else he wouldn’t have come back, right?

As you’re pondering this, the window slides open with a soft thud. You turn to the sound, anger coursing through your veins as you see the redhead climbing into your room.

“What are you doing here?” You demand, uncurling your legs and climbing off the bed. She closes the window silently and holds her hands up in surrender.

“I just want to talk. Please.” You eye her warily but stay seated at the edge of the bed.

“He came home to me. He chose me. So if you’re gonna try and convince me that he wants you, think again,” you snark, hoping to hurt her feelings before physically hurting her again.

She shakes her head, sitting down slowly on the floor a few feet in front of you, giving you the upper hand if you wanted to get physical.

“He doesn’t deserve you.” You furrow your brows in absolute confusion at her statement. You were expecting a lot of things; yelling, screaming, insults, violence. But this is the absolute opposite of what you had prepared yourself for.

“You don’t even know me,” you scoff, shaking your head at her.

She raises her eyebrows at that. “I know about your parents. Your dad, the paranoid schizophrenic who abused you because he thought he was doing what God wanted. And your mom, the Narcissist who neglected you.”

Your hands start trembling as she brings up people who you’ve fought to forget. The people who made you the way you are.

“You don’t know anything about them. Or me. You’re just-” “Just what? Telling you the truth? Reminding you of the fact that you were raised by them, yet you turned out to be a beautiful, smart, independent young woman?” You look at her, uncertain of where she’s going with this but still angry at the fact that she knows about your past.

“You may have been raised by them, you may have had a difficult childhood, and you may be dealing with something that very few other people can understand, but that doesn’t make you a bad person. You’re not a bad person. You’re hurting, and you’re scared, and I know deep down that you know this isn’t a healthy relationship. But it can stop. We can stop this.”

“You think you know me, don't you? You think you’ve got me all figured out. You don’t. You don’t know a single damn thing about me and I’m tired of you pretending like you do.”

You stand up, glaring at her as she slowly rises to her feet.

“First you come in and intrude on my relationship, make the man who loves me question his devotion to me. Then you come into my room, in my space, and try to tell me that you know all about me. Well, guess what? You don’t. You don’t know a single damn thing about me. You think that because you’ve got the files and the information that you know a single thing about what I’ve done.”

You lean closer to her, lips just barely brushing over the shell of her ear.

“I’ve killed people before, Natasha.” She furrows her brows. You pull away and grin, batting your lashes at her.

“I’ve killed so many people, I’ve lost count. But I remember their faces. Do you wanna know why I did it?” She’s silent but you continue anyway.

“I did it because of the rush. The power of knowing that you hold someone’s life in your hands... and you ended it. It’s euphoric. I may never get enough of it. And when I plan a kill, I plan it precisely. I make sure they have no idea and then... then I pounce.” She backs up a step, inhaling sharply when her back gets pressed into the wall.

“I guess I should thank you, Natty. If it wasn’t for you, I’d still be that sweet innocent girl I pretend I am. The one who I’ve been since I moved here. But now that I don’t have to pretend anymore... I feel free. And I’m ready for my next kill. Do you wanna know who it’s gonna be?”

She shakes her head, feeling genuine fear as you talk so casually about ending innocent lives.

“I’ll give you a hint: she’s a woman. And she stuck her nose where it didn’t belong. Do you have any guesses yet?”

“If you kill me, Fury will kill you. I have no doubt about that.” You snicker and pull away, looking her up and down.

“Yeah... but I’ve got someone on my side who isn’t afraid of him. Someone who’d choose me over you in a heartbeat. You may have James, but I have the soldier. He's perfect. Everything I need and more.

“He broke you!”

“He didn’t break me!” You snarl, fist slamming into the wall beside her head. “He showed me who I am and how much I can take. And let me tell you, having those boundaries pushed... it really opens your eyes to what you can endure as a person. It’s a really spiritual process. Would you like to try it?” You ask, eyes wide and full of mischief.

“No. (Y/n) you’re better than this, I know you are.” You laugh, shaking your head and staring into her eyes.

“See, that's where you’re wrong. And that’s what your problem is. You think you’ve got everyone all figured out. But you don’t. You think I’m better than this? I’m not. I can tell you that right now. I’m not the damsel in distress that you think I am. I don’t need your help. Because I like the way I am. I’m fucking perfect! Men want me, I have a purpose. And now, I can get away with whatever the fuck I want. Murder included.”

“James would never-” “You wanna call James up here? See how he likes you intruding on his space? As soon as he sees me and you in any type of fight, the soldier will step in. I know how to trigger him without those special words.” The colour drains from her face and you nod.

“Him and I? We could be great together. I just need you and James out of the way. And look, you’ve handed yourself to me on a silver fucking platter. So Bravo, Natasha.”

“So what? You’re gonna kill me? Then what?”

You shake your head, fingers stroking her cheek gently.

“I’m gonna post that little video of us first. And then, after the good name of The Avengers has been destroyed, I’m gonna take you somewhere nice and quiet and I’m gonna put a bullet between your pretty green eyes. By then, James will be too consumed with his feelings to fight off the soldier, and I’ll have everything I could ever want.”

“Why?”

“Why am I like this? You said it yourself. Daddy was an abusive schizophrenic and mommy was a neglectful narcissist. They made me like this. I’ve pushed it down for too long.”

“But you can be kind! Caring and compassionate and forgiving! You don’t have to be like this!”

“You want me to be kind and forgiving? Ha! The world isn’t kind nor is it forgiving. Why should I be any different?” She shakes her head at you. “I can’t let you do this.” You raise your eyebrows at her and look her up and down.

“Yeah? What are you gonna do about it? You gonna hurt me?”

She has the two of you in opposite positions in a heartbeat, a knife from her thigh plunged into your side.

You cry out in pain, slumping against the wall.

“James!” You shout, eyes full of pure evil as you look at the redhead in front of you.

Her eyes widen as you rip the knife out of your gut and shove it into hers.

The door bursts open as he runs into the room.

“Nat? What’s...” he trails off and you see the switch as the soldier takes over upon seeing you injured. Natasha is torn from you and tossed to the floor while the soldier hovers over you, inspecting the knife wound for a moment before looking back over his shoulder to where the threat is.

She scrambles to her feet and holds one of her hands up in surrender, the other going to her gut and gently holding around the knife wound

“James, listen to me. You need to understand that she isn’t who she says she is.”

You grab his hand, holding tightly and doing your best to look innocent.

“She came in here and tried to convince me to leave you. When I refused she stabbed me and said I was a monster just like you. I-I didn’t want her to hurt you... I had to do it...” You can see him struggling, trying to regain control of his body as the soldier reaches out to you.

“Bucky, Listen to me. She's not who you think she is. I know I vouched for her in the beginning but now it’s different. You’ve gotta listen to me. She’s dangerous. Please. She stabbed you and she stabbed me, James please.”

He looks between the two of you, clearly measuring his options.

“You chose her once, James. Don’t make the same mistake. Please. I trusted you.” You can see the confusion and anguish in his eyes as he looks at you then over at Nat.

“James, please. Please, you need to believe me. I wouldn’t lie to you about this. I know you’re in there.”

“No! She hurt me! She tried to get me to leave you! She tried to come between us! Don’t let her get away with it! Please, James. Please. She did it once, what’s stopping her from doing it again?”

It’s silent for a very long time, the two of you staring at the man, waiting for him to make his decision. When you see his shoulders tense and his jaw clench, you know you’ve won this fight.

The soldier turns to Nat, metal plates in his arm whirring as he clenches his hand in a fist.

“Leave. Never come back. If I ever see you near here again I will kill you.” His words are spat with a thick Russian accent, and it takes all of your self-control not to smile wickedly at the redhead.

“James please! Please, you’ve gotta listen! She isn’t who you think she is!” He says nothing, simply takes your hand and nods at you.

“He picked you last time. Now he’s finally picking me,” you whisper, smiling softly at the man only to grin wickedly at Nat when he turns away.

“Leave now,” he barks, glaring at her until she starts moving. She half runs half limps out of the house, leaving you alone with the soldier.

“Thank you,” you whisper, hugging him tightly then hissing as the wound in your side burns.

He lays you down on the ground, inspecting the gouge before nodding to himself. He stands without another word to retrieve a first aid kit and when he’s beside you again he starts stitching you up, his fingers gentle and kind.

You spend the rest of the day relaxing with the soldier, Bucky hardly making an appearance at all.

You’re getting ready for bed when you feel someone’s eyes on you.

“God, do none of you have any respect for other peoples’ privacy?” You demand, turning around with your hands on your hips.

Steve stands by the door, his arms crossed over his chest and a stern look on his face.

“You know why I’m here.” Is all he says. You nod, pursing your lips and plopping down on your bed.

“The redhead sent you. Came and tattled on me for being a bad girl, right?” He says nothing, but you see a muscle in his jaw twitch.

“Fury’s gonna find out.”

“Oh yeah? And then what? Is he gonna deprive his pet of the one person who can keep him calm and contained?” Steve’s silence is answer enough.

“Don’t act like I’m the bad guy here. You and I both know that you’re just as fucked up as I am, if not more.” He swallows hard and avoids eye contact, making you chuckle.

“Imagine what would happen if people found out about Captain America’s depraved fantasies. Imagine if they knew how badly he craves power... how he longs to make people cower before him. Well, I don’t think they'd react too well to that. Do you?” His nostrils flare as he finally looks at you.

“What do you want?” He asks.

“I want to help you find her. Whoever it is you’re planning on taking. I want to be a part of it.” He furrows his brow, taken aback by your request.

“Why?”

“Because,” you whisper, pushing yourself to your feet and standing right in front of him. “The power is euphoric. It’s addictive. And I wanna feel it again.”

He stares down at you, blue eyes fighting a battle as he mulls over your words.

It’s wrong. He knows it’s wrong. He knows you’re not a good person and that wanting the things he wants isn’t something a good person, a normal person, wants. And yet... there’s something so alluring about you. Something addictive about the darkness inside of you. And he desperately wants a taste of it.

With a huff out of his nose, he glances down.

“So we have a deal?” You ask, a smile playing around the edges of your pretty lips.

“We’ve got a deal.”

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nukagalreacts · 3 years

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18 and up! Companions react to Sole making them cum in their pants in public part 2

Howdy y’all part two is finally here and sorry to any Nick Valentine lovers but I left him out of this on purpose. Hope you still enjoy it though and thanks as always for the request and reading much love

Hancock: Sole was always a tease in public not caring one bit about any prying eyes drinking in the sight of them grinding down into Hancock’s lap, wishing it was them instead. If anything both of them thrived off of the attention and Sole loved using it to rile Hancock up, whispering dirty things into his ear about how he should bend them over the bar counter and fuck them for everyone to see. Sometimes Hancock couldn’t take it anymore and would drag Sole into the back room for a fast and quick fuck, but tonight he was just fine with what Sole was doing. Sitting all pretty on his lap, one hand resting on the back of his neck the other on his chest as they grinded down on his growing bulge beneath his pants. Hancock growled low in his throat as he gripped Sole’s hips and thrust up against them harder making Sole moan into his mouth as they sloppily exchanged heated kisses. Sole could feel their own arousal growing into an uncontrollable wildfire within the pit of their stomach and with how hard Hancock was beneath their withering thighs they knew he was feeling the same. A quick glance down Sole could clearly see a growing wet stain on the front of his pants as Hancock profusely leaked pre-cum. This never failed to excite Sole even more, knowing that no matter how many times they did this Hancock was always wanting and eager for Sole’s lustful embrace. Sole bit down hard on the skin between Hancock’s shoulder and neck, always one of his weak spots that had him melting even more under Sole’s touch and falling apart at the seams. He pulled Sole harder against him as his orgasm rushed through him from head to toe while Sole continued grinding down onto his thigh finding their own release shortly after.

Taking a few minutes to come down from their post-orgasm haze, Hancock started to gently nibble on Sole’s neck already murmuring about going to the backroom for round two. Sole was up and pulling him back to the room before he could even say anything else pretending not to notice everyone in the third rail watching them make their way back.

MacCready: Usually he could always handle Sole’s constant teasing and flirtation and wait till they got back home or until they reached somewhere more private, every once in a while though Sole would get to be too much and he just couldn’t resist their advances. Like tonight where Sole had been teasing him all evening at the Third Rail while they both knocked back a few drinks, with a few whispered words here and eager roaming hands, that’s all it took to get MacCready all hot and bothered. Soon Sole was grabbing his hand and leading him out of the crowded bar and out into the quieter streets of Goodneighbor, where the only means of light were the few scattered barrels of burning wood creating a dim glow around them. He assumed Sole was leading him back to their room at Rexford, only for Sole to suddenly pull them into the closet alleyway and press him back into the cold brick wall. Sole was quick to thread their fingers through his short hair, tugging him closer for a kiss that quickly turned into making-out making them both a withering, moaning mess.

Once Mac pulled back to breathe he came back to his senses of being so exposed in a open alleyway anyone could just walk past and see them. “Sole maybe this isn’t the best place to do this” he looked around nervously feeling his face become a blushing mess. Sole teasingly ran a hand over his growing bulge making Mac squirm beneath their expert hands “ Are you sure you can last long enough to get back up to the room?” Sole asked innocently before nipping at his jawline. Mac could feel himself falling apart all too soon and found he could only answer their question by pulling Sole back in for another sloppy kiss that was more tongue than anything else. Sole’s hands eagerly undid his belt and slid down his pants to grip his leaking cock, the way they had been teasing him all night they knew Mac wasn’t going to last long. Within a few minutes, Mac was a cursing, shaking mess begging Sole for release as they stroked him faster eager to make him cum all over their hand, and he did just that eagerly chasing after his orgasm high. After leaning back against the wall for a few moments and catching his breath he suddenly remembered they were in a very public space and quickly straightened back up, doing his best to make his clothes not look so ruffled. Sole only gave him that knowing smile and those bedroom eyes and Mac was ready to show them what he was really capable of in bed, with Sole already eagerly following them back to their room.

Piper: She was deeply concentrated on getting this next big article typed up and ready to get out in print tomorrow morning, it was difficult to concentrate with Sole draped over the back of the chair, hands roaming freely down the front of her shirt. Piper tried to pretend that she wasn’t being turned on every time Sole’s hands passed gently over her breast, but Sole knew all of her weak spots and was taking advantage of them. Gritting her teeth she swiveled her chair around to face Sole “ Sole I really need to have this article done, I swear once I’m done we can do whatever you want!”.

Sole’s only response was to lean forward and kiss Piper letting their hands find their way back under her shirt to play with her already sensitive nipples. Piper moaned into Sole’s mouth as they caved in to their touches and let their hands grab onto the collar of Sole’s jacket to pull them in closer. After a few minutes of lazily making out Sole switches their positions and roughly started making Piper grind down onto their knee, causing Piper to wither against them as pleasure wracked through her whole body. Sole could feel Piper’s nails digging into their shoulders and lived for the fact that only they got to make Piper feel this way and could watch them unravel beneath their hands every time. With Piper leaning in so close to them Sole took this as a chance to gently suck some lovely bruises onto her neck and collar bone being sure to place kisses on every one of them afterward.

Nothing sounded better to Sole’s ears than those little breathy moans and gasp Piper let out while they worked her over either, and from that bright red blush covering Piper’s face, it wouldn’t be long till she reached her end. Piper began spasming and grinding down even harder onto Sole’s knee as her orgasm hit her full force, as Sole kissed her roughly on the mouth biting her lips till they were red and slightly swollen. As Piper came down for her climax and just sat there leaning her forehead on Sole’s trying to catch her breath, both of them tensed though as they heard the front door opening and Piper’s sister’s voice call out asking if she was done with the article yet. Both quickly stood up trying to fix their hair and clothes and Piper sat back down just as her sister walked up completely oblivious to what she almost walked in on.

Preston: Sole was tired of Preston always coming to bed late since they had set up the radio outpost here at the castle and started taking in recruits and rebuilding the trust people used to have in the Minutemen. It was getting close to midnight when Sole ventured out of the bedroom and towards where Preston was sitting at the radio setup with plans to drag him to bed and have him fuck them into the mattress, it had been weeks since they had any alone time. Sole wasn’t trying to be sneaky though as they made their footsteps heard and came up behind Preston and wrapped their arms around him and squeezed him tightly whispering sweet words into his ear in hopes they could coax him into bed easily.

Preston was ever insistent though that the Minutemen’s work was never done and anyone could need their help at any given time. Sole just huffed and straddled his lap facing him giving him their best pouty look and puppy dog eyes telling him he deserved to take a break every once in a while, and that it had been ages since they had slept together. Preston blushed hard and looked down trying to hide his face away under his hat but Sole wasn’t having it and leaned in and used their hands to bring him closer for a soft kiss. Preston let his eyes fall shut as he melted into Sole’s kiss and touch and started to feel his whole body relax, it was easy to let himself go with Sole and to forget where he was and the responsibilities that constantly weighed on his already exhausted mind. Sole pulled back from the kiss “Since you refuse to leave your workstation I guess we can just do it right here”.

Preston’s eyes looked like they would fall out of his sockets if they got any bigger as his blush renewed and he tried to stammer out a reply and his grip on Sole’s waist tightened.

“Don’t worry I won’t let us get caught” Sole reassured him before kissing him again and letting their hands roam down his chest and toward his pants. Preston sucked in a shaky breath as Sole’s nails racked down his chest slowly towards the hem of his pants, even if he was nervous about being caught his anticipation for what they would do next outweighed everything else in his mind. Sole wasn’t one to tease often as they eagerly got to work unzipping Preston’s pants and letting out his long and girthy length already standing at full attention for them. Sole started slowly stroking him and watched as Preston bite his lip and let his head fall back as he tried not to moan too loudly. Sole always loved watching the facial expressions he made whenever they would have sex or they were working him over, it got Sole just as worked up knowing how much pleasure they were giving him. Sole was eager though to get Preston off and drag him to their bedroom for the rest of the night, so they eagerly increased the pace of their hand being sure to run a thumb over the sensitive head of his cock as pre-cum began to dribble from it, making it easier to smoothly glide there hand up and down.

Preston eagerly started bucking up into Sole’s hand eager to cum after so many months of neglect to his own pleasure. All it took were a few more fast-paced strokes and Sole could feel Preston pulsing in their hand before he was cumming and biting his fist to keep himself from moaning out. Sole stroked him through the last few seconds of orgasm before pulling away and making sure the area was still clear of any other minutemen and wiping their hand off quickly and asking Preston if he was more inclined to join them in bed now. The answer was of course yes as Preston eagerly zipped his pants back up and let Sole lead him away from his duties so they could both forget themselves just for the night.

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winterwallacehenderson · 3 years

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|Illicit Affair- Luke Patterson x Reader|

|Pairing|- Luke Patterson x reader

|Warning|- Swearing, toxic household, mentions of sexual abuse and su!cide (let me know if I should add thing else)

|Word Count|- 1600

|Summary|- Luke and the reader are in an illicit affair. However, when Luke sees her dancing with the man her family chose for her, things t=in their relationship change.

|a/n|- hi hi hi! Okay, first off, how are y’all??? Also, I’m so sorry for not posting for so long. This is based off Illicit Affair by Taylor Swift (I would totally recommend listening to it while reading this). I’m really proud of this and I hope y’all like it. until then, stay safe and drink water!!

I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him for one last kiss of the night. “Pull you hood over, keep your eyes down, make sure no one is around and if anyone asks you where you've been, just tell them you were-”

“Out for a run, I remember love”, Luke finished my sentence, before grinning and kissing me on the cheek. He gave me one last smile, a sense of longing already seeping in his eyes. He jumped out of my bedroom window and made his way back home. I hope he takes the 7th avenue, it’s the road least travelled by.

I made my way back to my room and stood there taking it all in. The remnants of our clandestine meetings still fresh, the soft wrinkles on my pillow where Luke laid.

I tidied up my room and sprayed myself with some of Luke’s perfume. It was the only explanation I had when my father asked me why I smelled different. I told him I brought new perfume which smelled like vanilla and apples. Sounds weird but it's probably the most beautiful smell in the world for me. Plus, Luke likes it when I smell like him. Reminds him of the long nights he usually spends in my room. There was a knock on their door. I quickly patted down my untamed hair, and opened the door. There stood Lydia, my maid and friend. Growing up in such a prestigious household came with many drawbacks. One of them being that I couldn't choose my own friends. Or make any decisions of my life. As a woman, my upbringing consisted of learning how to do all of the housework and be the perfect wife for my husband. I knew I never would have a shot at love or to marry someone I liked at my own will. My husband would be chosen for me, it would be a deal for the fortune of our either families. I realised Lydia had been standing there for a while. I nodded at her, signalling she had my attention. “Miss-”

“Lydia, I’ve told you before. Please call me Y/N”, I interrupted her.

“My apologies Miss Y/N. I came here to inform you, you have a meeting with a potential suitor tomorrow evening at the Princeton’s party. Your mother has asked you to be on your best behaviour and present yourself accordingly, not like you don't already do that”, Lydia finished her sentence in a small mocking tone, erupting a laugh from me. “Thank you for informing me Lydia. Tell my mother I shall behave as she wished for me to”. Lydia gave me a smile and left the room. I lay on my bed, the scent of Luke’s perfume surrounded me. It felt so real almost like he was here with me. I closed my eyes and drifted off to my dreams filled with a beautiful, talented, man who had the prettiest hazel eyes.

The Princeton’s party was beautiful as always. They had the most beautiful house and the couple themselves were hilarious and welcoming. Apart from this, they were so painfully in love, even after years of marriage, it filled me with a longing feeling, I wondered if Luke could ever be like this.

Dressed in a soft blue ball gown, I tucked my hand in my brother’s arm as we made our way to the suitor’s family. As we passed the group of musicians hired for the party, my eyes fell on the lead singer.

Luke....

He stood there, looking more beautiful than ever. It's almost like he gets more handsome every time we meet. His eyes locked with mine and he gave me a subtle wink. My cheeks flared at his gesture and I averted my gaze to the man in front of me. He looked me up and making, an action that usually makes me blush when done by Luke but this man just made me feel uncomfortable and disgusted. His red hair gelled to give him a sleek look and his green eyes had a glint of lust. I lowered my gaze to the floor, in hopes for this to get over as soon as possible and I could go back to Luke. “Y/N this is Mr Williamson and his son James.” Right on que, a slow song came up and Luke’s vice filled the room. “Oh my, what a perfect timing! “My mother squealed, “Y/N why don't you and James go have a dance, maybe get to know each other a bit?” I looked at my mother and back at James, who had his hand extended towards me. I quickly stole a glance at Luke who was intently starting at James and I. I placed my hands over his and he walked us over to the dance floor. He placed his hand on my waist, dangerously close to my butt. I placed my hand on his shoulder, keeping my eyes down casted. “So Y/N, have you ever been with anyone?”, my eyes shot up at his question. No, he can't know. No one can. I shook my head no and James smirked . “Good so I know that you're a virgin now. I can't wait to have my way with you”, his hands brushed my butt and a gasp escaped from my mouth. I looked around to see if anyone heard the exchange between me and James. My eyes fell on Luke who was glaring at James. If looks could kill James would most definitely drop dead at this instance. Luke’s gaze switched over to mine, the same glare now directed towards me. I furrowed my eyebrows. Why was he mad at me? . He reached the end of the song and whispered something to the dark hair boy next to him. Luke spared one last hard glance at me and rushed out of the room. I quickly detached myself from James by saying I had a bathroom emergency. I followed the path Luke had taken out to a scheduled garden, away from the party. I spotted him at a far corner by a stone wall, his head placed on the cool wall. His shoulders were slightly trembling, almost like he was crying. A twig snapped beneath my foot and his shoulders stiffen. He quickly turned around, a cold hard look glazing over his eyes. “Baby-”, I started off but was cut off my Luke's booming voice “DON'T CALL ME THAT! You don’t have a fucking right to. Not anymore. I actually thought you loved it. I thought you cared for me. But you only care about yourself. All you wanted was a good fuck. But look what you did. Look at me y/n! Look at this godforsaken mess you've made me!”, Luke spoke, tears slowly streaming down his face. “Love no listen to- '', I started but he cut me off again, “I SAID DON'T CALL ME THAT. ITS LUKE JUST LUKE FOR YOU! I saw you and that preppy boy flirting. Hell the two of you were so close, yawl might as well have kissed in front of me. I saw the way you flushed when he touched you, and flirted with you. I feel like a fucking idiotic fool”, Luke chuckled to himself, sarcastically, “ I actually thought we could happen. That we would have a future. That our secret language was only spoken by us. But turns out you don't. Was any of that real? Did any part of us mean anything to you-” I couldn't take it anymore. His misunderstanding was causing me pain. A lot of pain. He actually thought I didn't mean any of that, when the moments I spent with him were the ones that kept me going.

“Y/N did you ever even love me?”

“LUKE SHUT UP. JUST SHUT UP. YES I LOVED YOU. HELL I STILL FUCKING AM IN LOVE WITH YOU. AND I WILL BE FOREVER. YOU HAVE KNOW RIGHT TO ASK ME THIS WHEN YOU KNOW DAMN FUCKING WELL THAT I WOULD RUIN MYSELF FOR YOU.”, I yelled. I never raised my voice at anyone but I couldn't watch the love of my life walk away because I was too afraid to speak up. Luke stared at one dumbfounded. He knew I never swore nor did I ever raise my voice.

“W-what?”, he said after he found his voice.

“I would ruin myself for you, Luke Patterson. Not once. Not twice. A million fucking times I would.”, I replied, my voice cracking at the end.

I took a step close to him, and held his hand. “Luke, I know it's difficult. I know my family won't ever accept you. Accept us. But I don't care. I don't care what they think. You're all that matters for me. Yeah everyone will talk. They'll talk about it for what a day? Month? Then they'll find another topic to gossip about and we will be history. And I am ready for that. I'm ready for the whispers, the taunts. I'm ready to face anything as long as I get to wake up in the same bed with your arms wrapped around me. I'm ready for us”, I cupped his cheek, wiping a tear with my thumb. “I'm ready too. I'll always be ready for you. God, I love you. No scratch that. I'm in love with you. Not just love, IN love”, Luke said cracking a watery grin at the end. “I'm in love with you too Luke Patterson”, I smiled, placing my forehead against his. And in that moment I knew, illicit affair or not, we will always love each other.

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thelazyhermits · 3 years

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Stoking the Fire

As I mentioned in this post, I wanted to write a drabble focused on Fortune having a vision about the All Might vs AFO fight since I figured out a way to make it happen so there wouldn’t be any extra wariness among the heroes about the summer camp.

This takes place after TABF chapter 29 but before the Two Heroes fic. I hope y’all enjoy it! ^-^

Your Quirk is very troublesome in many ways.

For starters, you have no control over it when it comes to receiving visions, so they always happen at random which can be really inconvenient at times. Although, there are also times they happen just when you need them, so you suppose you shouldn’t complain too much on that end.

One of the most annoying aspects of your Quirk is the fact that it comes with so many drawbacks. It’s seriously ridiculous how much suffering your Quirk constantly puts you through.

Sure, it somewhat makes sense when you consider how powerful your Quirk is since great powers like foresight normally come with limits, but you think your Quirk has way too many.

It’d be one thing if you only had the drawback that prevented you from revealing the contents of some of your visions, but to also have a drawback that causes you to take the pain someone would have felt if you hadn’t intervened on their behalf and prevented them from getting injured? Truly ridiculous.

Not only that, when you use your Quirk for offensive purposes, you can only use it for a select period of time. Otherwise, you risk overworking your brain, which could result in seizures as well as horrible migraines and nosebleeds.

A truly troublesome Quirk indeed.

And unfortunately for you, there’s one other troublesome aspect of your Quirk that you oftentimes forget about since it doesn’t happen very often.

Sometimes, for reasons unknown to you, your Quirk gives you visions while you’re asleep.

The reason this is problematic is because sometimes it’s difficult for you to tell if you had a vision or if it was just a dream. Not only that, you never can tell when exactly the events of these particular visions occur unlike how you usually can with the visions you get when you’re awake.

While it’s not unusual for you to not be able to tell the exact date and time an event will happen, you can usually tell if it will be a few days or months away, but when it comes to visions that occur while you’re asleep, you can’t tell what the timeline is at all for whatever reason.

That’s why you hate getting those kinds of visions since it drives you crazy knowing that something is going to happen but having no idea when it will occur, especially when the events of said visions are very worrisome.

Like what you see in the vision you get a week before summer break starts.

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As soon as the vision comes to an end, you wake with a loud gasp and quickly pull yourself into a seated position. While you take a moment to calm down, you brush the back of your hand against your forehead to wipe away the sweat clinging to your skin.

Once you’ve steadied your breathing and your heart is no longer pounding frantically in your chest, you mentally go over what you just witnessed while you were asleep.

It was a battle but not just any kind of battle. It was a fight between All Might and All For One himself.

There’s no way that was just a dream. It had to have been my Quirk at work.

That’s what your gut is telling you, so that’s what you’re going to believe since you can’t afford to write off something as important as this.

You drag a hand down your face. Unfortunately, that vision didn’t give me a lot to go on since it didn’t even show me the full battle, just bits and pieces of it. I couldn’t even tell where those two were since I didn’t get a good look at their surroundings. It just looked like a typical battlefield that came to be after a section of a town got torn apart thanks to the fighters’ Quirks.

So, not only do you not know when this battle will happen, you have no idea where it will happen. Great, just great.

To make matters worse, All Might didn’t appear to be looking too good in that battle. Of course, you suppose that’s to be expected, considering he no longer has OFA and is only fighting using the remaining embers of his old Quirk.

However, despite that and All For One’s taunts, the number one hero didn’t look like he had any intention to give up. No, he was still fighting hard for the sake of everyone who was counting on him to win this all important battle.

Unfortunately, All For One had a trick up his sleeve to shake All Might’s resolve.

“Shigaraki Tomura is Shimura Nana’s grandson.”

When All For One dropped that bombshell, you had first thought he was lying, but you quickly realized that that was something the villain would absolutely do. So, you’re sure he was telling the truth no matter how much you don’t want to believe it.

Poor All Might looked absolutely devastated by the news, not that you can blame him. His mentor was someone who was near and dear to him, so of course, it would hurt to hear that All For One was able to find her grandson and use him in his evil schemes.

Fortunately, that news didn’t break All Might like All For One was aiming to do, so even though your vision didn’t show you how the battle ended, you’re sure that All Might continued to fight his nemesis with all his heart and soul.

That’s why you’re not worried about the outcome of the battle, because you know All Might will win. You have complete faith in him. There’s no way he’ll lose.

Still, you do think you should tell him about your vision, so he’ll be prepared for what’s to come. A warning probably won’t do much in the grand scheme of things, especially since there isn’t much you can actually tell him that would be useful to him, but you still think you should let him know what’s in store for his future.

And maybe if you tell him the news about Shigaraki, you can give him the time he needs to come to terms with that information, so All For One can’t use it against All Might in their fated battle.

Just that alone would make telling All Might about your vision worth it since there’s nothing more you’d love to do than to throw a wrench in All For One’s plans.

Your hands clench into tight fists. I won’t allow you to hurt All Might like that and use his suffering for your gain, All For One. I won’t let you do as you please.

That’s a promise.

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After homeroom, you contact All Might and ask for him to privately meet with you, so the two of you can discuss the vision you had last night.

Briefly, you had considered asking Aizawa and Nedzu to also join the two of you, but you figured you should talk to All Might first and foremost. And you wanted to do that privately because of the matter with Shigaraki since you’re sure that’s what All Might would prefer.

That’s why you later find yourself in a private room, sipping tea with All Might who returned to his true form once the coast was clear.

“To request a meeting like this, you must have seen quite the vision.” Yagi remarks, “Is it pertaining specifically to me, or is it about Young Midoriya?”

“It’s just about you.” You answer before later adding, “And All For One.”

His expression darkens. “I see. In that case, I can only imagine that you’re here to tell me that I will fight against that man again.”

As expected of the number one hero, he’s incredibly perceptive, which is to your benefit since it saves you time explaining things. Although, ironically enough, this is the one occasion where you don’t actually need that kind of help since this vision is apparently one you can talk about without having to worry about your drawback., probably because you don’t actually have any worthwhile information that could result in changing the future.

You nod, “Unfortunately, I had this vision while I was asleep, so I can’t tell you when the two of you will have your fated battle. For some reason, I’m never able to provide a timeline for those particular visions.”

A sigh escapes you. “I also don’t know where that battle will be since my vision didn’t really show me much of your surroundings. It looked like you were in a part of a town that got destroyed by the battle, but it could literally be anywhere.”

“I can’t even tell you how the fight turns out since my vision only showed me certain parts of the battle and didn’t even let me see the end of it.” You frown, “I’m sorry, Yagi-san. I wish I could be more helpful.”

He reaches across the table to pat your shoulder. “You don’t need to apologize, Y/N-kun. It is not your fault that your Quirk picks and chooses what it shows you.”

“Even if I don’t know when or where the battle will happen, I still appreciate the confirmation that such a battle will occur within the next year since I knew it was only a matter of time.” Yagi adds.

The corners of his lips curve upwards. “Your news is actually encouraging since, if you couldn’t tell who the clear winner would be, that means that I will be able to put up a good fight despite no longer possessing OFA.”

Your eyes widen. “I see what you mean. The more time passes, the less likely you’ll be able to continue using OFA since you’re currently just using the remaining embers. So, since you were still able to hold your own against All For One, then…”

“Then, it’s likely the battle won’t be a full year from now.” Yagi picks up where you left off. “While I intend to hold out for as long as I can for the sake of the public, I know it would be foolish of me to truly believe I can continue as I am with mere embers of my former Quirk for a long period of time, even though I would like nothing more than to remain the Symbol of Peace until I can pass along my mantle to Young Midoriya.”

Remembering the state he was in in your vision, you frown, “Unfortunately, I don’t think you’ll be able to continue working as All Might after that battle, Yagi-san. It’ll push you to your very limits - to the point where you won’t even be able to maintain your muscle form.”

The blond sighs, “I can’t say I’m surprised, considering how strong All For One is and how I am not as strong as I was during our last battle.”

His expression turns determined. “But I am alright with that result as long as I can stop All For One once and for all. If my last act as a pro hero is defeating him, I will have no regrets.”

Yagi clenches his hands into fists. “I failed to stop him last time, but I won’t this time. No matter what it takes, I will put an end to his tyranny once and for all.”

For some reason, when you hear him say, “No matter what it takes”, you get an uncomfortable feeling in your chest.

Probably because, to you, it sounds like, “Even if it costs me my life.”

At that moment, you suddenly find yourself thinking back to the vision you had of the events following All Might’s last battle with All For One. You remember seeing his worn out appearance and how Nighteye had tried to get the number one hero to retire.

You recall how Nighteye foresaw All Might’s death, and that painful feeling in your chest grows stronger. What if...What if….?

What if the vision you had is of the future that Nighteye saw?

You give yourself a quick mental shake. No, there should still be some time before the events that Nighteye foresaw happen. Considering Yagi-san will be strong enough to fight All For One, it’s doubtful that a full year will pass before that battle, and Nighteye predicted that the future he saw should happen within one to two years from now. So, there’s no way he’ll die in the battle I saw.

…right?

“Y/N-kun? Are you alright?”

It’s the sound of Yagi’s concerned voice that draws you out of your worrisome thoughts.

Immediately, you lift your gaze to meet his, and as soon as you do, you ask, without thinking, “Does ‘no matter what it takes’ mean that you’re willing to die if necessary?”

Yagi freezes at your words before quickly averting his gaze. Rather than say anything, he just goes quiet as he tightly clasps his hands, but you don’t need a verbal response since that reaction is all you needed to see to know what his answer to your question is.

Of course, you’re not surprised since the number one hero is no stranger to self-sacrifice. Ever since your Quirk started showing you visions about All Might, you’ve witnessed firsthand how many times he has sacrificed his time and wellbeing for the sake of others, because he felt it was his duty as the Symbol of Peace.

It’s a trait of his that you both admire and hate, because, while he only ever has good intentions, it hurts you to see him treat himself with so little regard. Why must he constantly put such burdens on his shoulders? Why can’t he allow himself to get the rest he deserves?

Why does he have to do everything alone?

At that moment, your thoughts suddenly turn toward Midoriya who is sure to follow in his mentor’s footsteps since he’s so much like the number one hero. Honestly, you’d say your student is even worse when it comes to self-sacrifice because of all the years of bullying which led to him having such low self worth.

If Midoriya was in All Might’s shoes right now, you have no doubt that he wouldn’t hesitate to throw away his life if he thought it would be for the “better good”.

And that terrifies you more than words can describe.

That’s why you can’t let this horrible cycle continue. You have to do something for Yagi’s sake and for Midoriya’s.

So, that’s exactly what you do.

“You can’t die, Yagi-san, not when you still have so much to teach Midoriya.”

Briefly, Yagi looks at you in surprise, and then, his expression becomes pained. “The last thing I want is to leave Young Midoriya without a mentor, especially so early in his journey to become a hero, but-”

“But nothing!” You cut him off. “If you want to guide him, then do it! Don’t let anything get in the way, not even death!”

Your hands clench into fists. “Midoriya still needs you, Yagi-san, not just as his hero but as his mentor. You need to be there for him since there are things that only you can do for him. Your role in his life is irreplaceable.”

“So, please don’t accept dying so easily!” You plead with tears in your eyes. “Not when you have a successor who’s depending on you and so many people who care about you, not because you’re the number one hero but because you’re you! Please treasure yourself more!”

His eyes widen. “Y/N-kun…”

As you’re scrubbing your eyes, Yagi takes a moment to consider your words, and then, his expression softens. “I’m sorry, Y/N-kun. You’re right. Death is not an alternative that I should be so willingly to accept. That’s unfair to you, Young Midoriya, and everyone else who I have been so fortunate to receive love from.”

“I’m no longer just All Might the hero. I’m also All Might the UA teacher and Young Midoriya’s mentor.” He continues, “As Principal Nedzu has told me in the past, I cannot give one job more attention than the rest. I am equally responsible for all of them, so it would be remiss of me to forget that just for the sake of defeating All For One.”

His eyes gain a determined glint as his hands clench into fists. “That’s why, if death tries to sink its claws into me in this upcoming battle, I will fight back with everything I have. I won’t allow Young Midoriya to lose his mentor, especially when I still have so much to teach him, and I won’t cause you, my other students, or anyone else undeserved pain with my death. I’ll keep fighting no matter what.”

Relief washes over you like a tidal wave, causing you to slump back in your seat. Seeing this, Yagi gives you an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, Y/N-kun. I always seem to be causing you a lot of undeserved stress.”

“If you don’t wanna cause me stress, then take care of yourself, so I don’t have to worry about you.” You huff, “And make sure Midoriya learns how important that lesson is too. Honestly, you’re both way too self-sacrificial…”

He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. “I suppose you make a fair point. I promise to be more careful on that end for both my sake and Young Midoriya’s since the last thing I want is to be a bad influence.”

Considering how Midoriya currently is, you think the damage has already been done, but you don’t say as much since there’s still time for things to change for the better.

Instead, you just reach for your teacup and drink the rest of your tea, which has unsurprisingly gone cold due to you completely forgetting about it during your and Yagi’s discussion.

That’s why Yagi decides to pour a fresh batch of tea for the two of you. As he’s doing this, you remember that there’s still something else that you need to tell him.

“Shigaraki Tomura is Shimura Nana’s grandson.”

You’ve been putting it off since it’s not an easy subject to bring up, and you honestly would rather talk about anything else. However, for Yagi’s sake, you need to do it.

Finding your resolve, you take a deep breath and slowly release it. “As I mentioned before, I didn’t see the whole battle, just bits and pieces, so there wasn’t much to glean from my vision. However, there is one particular moment that stood out to me.”

When Yagi’s curious gaze falls on you, you clench your hands into fists. “All For One revealed something horrible that he did, something that will only cause you pain to know about, but I thought if I told you now that he couldn’t use it against you in the battle like he did in my vision.”

A deep frown forms on his lips. “It must be quite horrible indeed for you to look so upset. Although, I can’t say I am surprised since that sounds just like something All For One would do.”

“It’s worse than anything you could imagine, Yagi-san.” You bite your lip. “All For One really hit where he knew you would be hurt the most.”

After the number one hero gestures for you to continue, you take another deep breath before quietly revealing, “Shigaraki is your mentor’s grandson.”

Just like in your vision, Yagi completely freezes as horror slowly dawns his features. “No...it can’t be…”

“I wanted to believe it was a lie just as much as you, Yagi-san,” You sadly reply, “but we both know this is just the kind of thing All For One wouldn’t hesitate to do. That’s why I think he was telling the truth.”

Yagi lets his face fall into his hands. “Yes, you’re right. That’s just the kind of diabolical thing he would do.”

“Master had hidden her son away specifically to avoid this from happening, but it would seem her efforts were for naught.” Yagi trembles. “I’m so sorry, Master. If only I had known…”

Your expression softens. “It’s not your fault, Yagi-san, and I’m sure your mentor would agree. After all, she was the one who asked you and Gran Torino not to go looking for her son, right? You were just respecting her wishes.”

“Even so, I deeply regret that decision.” He sighs, “I should have considered the possibility of All For One finding a way to track down her family and made arrangements so that they would always be protected from him. I should’ve known better than to assume that All For One wouldn’t be able to find them.”

Unfortunately, it looks like you won’t be able to absolve Yagi of this guilt despite how much you want to. No doubt this will be something that will remain with him for the rest of his life.

As you frown at that thought, Yagi pulls his hands away from his face. “Thank you for telling me about Shigaraki, Y/N-kun. I’m sure it was a subject you would have preferred to not discuss, but you did it for my sake, which I am very grateful for. Like you said, it’s far better that I learn this horrid truth here rather than on the battlefield. ”

You frown worriedly. “Will you be alright?”

He forces a smile. “Yes, you don’t need to worry about me. It’s true that this news was a horrible blow, but I won’t let myself give in, especially not after I just promised to overcome everything that’s thrown my way.”

His smile falls. “Dealing with Shigaraki from here on out will not be easy, but for my master’s sake, I won’t fold. I won’t allow him to continue down the path All For One set him on. I will do everything I can to ensure he cannot commit any more crimes.”

Hopefully, things won’t come to that since you know fighting Shigaraki would be incredibly painful for Yagi. That’s why you think it would be better if another hero was in charge of stopping Shigaraki, especially considering how much the villain hates the number one hero.

Of course, you don’t say as much. Instead, you just keep those thoughts to yourself and enjoy the fresh batch of tea that Yagi later pours for you once it’s ready.

As you’re both enjoying the tea, you provide as many details about your vision as you can that you think could be helpful, which mostly entails talking about All For One’s Quirks in hopes that that’ll help Yagi in the long run.

Once that discussion concludes, you decide to take advantage of this private time with Yagi to ask a question that’s been on your mind for a while now. “Yagi-san, do you ever intend to tell Midoriya about the future Nighteye foresaw?”

Yagi quickly averts his gaze. “I didn’t think that would be necessary….”

A sigh escapes you. “As I thought. Honestly, you keep way too many secrets from him. It’ll come back to bite you one day, you know.”

You wag your finger at him. “As your successor, Midoriya has a right to know about those secrets, especially the ones about your predicted death and Togata Mirio. Those are not the kinds of things he should be learning from anyone but you.”

He awkwardly rubs the back of his neck. “I suppose you make a good point, but if we can avoid him finding out at all…”

“Fat chance of that happening.” You huff, “He’ll find out everything eventually, Yagi-san. It’s only a matter of time.”

When he remains unconvinced, you add, “Just give what I said some thought. I’m not saying you have to talk to him right now, but at least, consider doing it in the near future.”

The blond reluctantly nods, “Very well. It is true that you make an excellent point, so I should, at least, try to give the matter some more thought.”

Once that matter is addressed and Yagi returns to his muscle form, the two of you decide to leave the room, so you both return to your regular duties.

As the two of you are walking, you remember one last thing you need to say to the number one hero. “All Might.”

When he turns to look at you, you smile, “I believe in you with all my heart. I know there’s nothing you can’t do if you set your mind to it, so if you say you’ll win, I know that’s exactly what will happen.” “That’s why I couldn’t bring myself to feel as worried as I should have when I saw that vision.” You add, “Because I could tell just from looking at you that you had no intention to lose despite everything All For One was putting you through.”

Your smile grows. “Someone like you could never lose to someone like him. No matter what he says, he’s no match for you. I’ve always believed that and always will.”

Surprise briefly dawns his features before that trademark grin of his that you love appears. “Thank you. I promise I will live up to those high expectations of yours.”

“I know you will.” You fondly reply, “You always do.”

#TABF #TABF missing scene #my writing #yagi toshinori #all might #it felt good to properly address this fight #in a way that wouldn't ruin the chances of the summer camp attack happening #plus it gave all might the encouragement he would need #and fortune got to give AFO a big screw you by ruining one of his plans lol #I also wanted to have fortune talk about nighteye and mirio #to reference the changes I made to chapter 41 #also I went back and edited TABF #to show fortune recognizing mirio as a previous candidate for OFA #in the chapter when fortune looks at his profile #and the chapter when tamaki brings him up while he's eating lunch with fortune #they're minor changes #but I wanted to show that fortune did know who he was #I just didn't do it when I first wrote the fic #cause that would mean including what would have been spoilers at the time #I've also edited chapter 34 to show references to this convo #they're minor but definitely there

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Kiss Your Wounds

Kyle O’reilly x Reader

Rating: E

Word count: 2,278 (yikes!)

Warnings: angst, cursing, blood

Summary: after a horrible situation between Kyle and Adam, Kyle confesses something to the Reader.

This is the first time i post something like this in ages, i apologize with the grammar, English isn’t my first language, hope y’all like it.

I’ve been friends with Kyle for a long time, but that is just that we’ve been friends, neither he nor I have taken another step and, it’s because he already has someone else.

I was always afraid to confess how I felt, long before his relationship with Chrissy began, although there were times when I was able to confess to him and even he seemed to feel the same, but in the end, it was not like that or at least I didn't let it happen.

Between Adam and Kyle the tension has grown for a long time, it was difficult to explain but for some time now the great bond of friendship has broken little by little, they started with little jokes that escalated to tensions, then they were cursing each other, and finally we got to the situation in which we found ourselves; kyle and adam hitting each other outside a bar, while Roddy and Bobby tried to separate them, sadly taking quite a few punches.

"guys, enough" Roddy yelled, people came closer and closer to see what was happening.

"Adam, stop it, Kyle let him go" I screamed as I could and in the distance I could hear someone calling the police.

"guys, stop, stop now, the police are coming" just at that moment, maybe destiny?, Roddy and Bobby could finally separate them.

All of this was too much, the tension, the people making a circle making the space smaller, the anger in the air grow stronger. Suddenly sirens are heard and the blue and red lights are seen closer to us, part of the audience that Kyle and Adam gathered began to disperse.

"Ok people there’s nothing else to see" said a police officer, the remaining people began to leave "you two are coming with us".

"sir, wait" I interfered "they already stopped, besides I think this will not happen again, right?" I looked at both of them, but honestly I doubt this will end here.

"I will if he apologizes," Adam said, then he spit out some blood from his mouth.

"Me? apologize? why would I have to apologize if the one who’s been acting like an asshole for all these years is you " I saw Kyle's knuckles turned white, trying to contain his anger.

"You're an idiot O’reilly" it all went so fast, we didn't realize that Adam managed to get free of Roddy, throwing himself at Kyle and punching him, causing his lower lip to bust and begin to bleed.

"ADAM NO" Roddy, Bobby and I yelled at the same time.

"Ok enough, the two of you are coming with us" as much as we tried to do something, we couldn't, Adam was being handcuffed and Kyle was already in the back of the police car.

"Y/N Roddy and I will get ahead to the station, we’ll see what we can do so this situation doesn’t get worse".

"Here, take my car and meet us there, try to call Britt and Chrissy, we'll see you at the station" Roddy hands me his keys and they cross the street so they can leave in Bobby's car.

Calling Britt wouldn't be difficult, the difficult thing would be calling Chrissy. The two of us don’t have the best relationship, although we treat each other with respect and greet each other if necessary, we are not friends and I doubt that in the future we’ll be, I thought that Chrissy has noticed the way I feel for Kyle and that’s why she doesn't like me. But it wasn’t time to think about our "rivalry", it was time to get Kyle and Adam out of the situation they got into.

After talking calmly as possible with Britt and explaining what happened and where were I was going, I started to call Chrissy, she didn’t answer and I had already lost count of how many times I called her.

"Hey Chrissy, this is ____, look Adam and Kyle argued and it got a little bit violent, now we are on our way to the police station, please communicate with any of us as soon as possible" I said after her voicemail was heard—for the thousandth time—.

Once I parked the car I entered the station as quickly as possible, meeting Britt, Roddy and Bobby, Britt approached me giving me a warm hug.

"Where’s Chrissy?" Britt asked

"I don't know, I called her many times and she never answered, I left her a message anyway"

"Adam doesn’t come out of this alive, I have talked to him so many times, this stupid fight with Kyle has already gone too far" Britt sat in one of the reception chairs, with her hands she covered her face trying to contain the frustration and tears due to the situation we were in.

"I really want to understand how it all started, it was so sudden that I can’t connect the dots, for years we’ve been fine and now this thing in the bar, I don't know what caused it" I sat next to her while hugging her to calm her down a bit.

After a long wait, we were able to get Kyle and Adam out — all of us had to pay the fees that were given to them — they both looked bad, bruises scratches all over their faces and I imagine part of their arms and torso.

"Well, Adam and I are leaving, thank you guys very much, believe me if it was up to me he stayed here" Britt said, provoking a small laugh between us — but not from Kyle and Adam—.

"Well, I think we’ll have to talk about this" said Bobby "but not now, we are tired, it’s best to leave it for later".

"Ah Y/N, your car is in the parking lot of the bar, take mine and tomorrow after training I’ll take you for it" said Roddy "will you take Kyle to his house?" He asks, I nod with a little smile, we say goodbye and everyone goes their own way.

“Let’s go” I said

As I could, I took Kyle to the car, he slowly sat in the passenger seat letting out occasional groans of pain. I started the car, the sound of the engine was the only thing that could be heard, I didn't know what to say and the truth was I didn’t know if there was anything to say, until he spoke.

"Did you call Chrissy?" Sure, there was no other reason why he would talk to me, not even an apology for the scene they both made, which was fair and they owed us.

"Yes, but she didn't answer," I replied coldly, making him understand that I didn't want to talk to him and I started driving.

The drive home was awkward and annoying, I wanted so badly to tell him how angry I was, how embarrassing it was for us to go to the station for a stupid fight that we didn't even know — or at least I didn’t— why it started. But my sadness and anger was bigger than the most probable thing is that the one who’ll end up crying would be me and not him, I was so deep in my thoughts that I had not realized that we arrived, I drove so naturally to his house, as I used to do before.

As I could, I took him inside laying him on his bed, little gasps of pain came out of him. Surely tomorrow he’ll have to go to the hospital to be checked, but that was no longer my duty (even if I wanted to be).

"Well, see you ..." I could feel his hand taking mine causing my heart to beat fast.

"No, please stay, at least until I fall asleep" his face reflected pain, I don't know if it was because his body was agonizing from the punches or it was because if I left he would be alone.

"Kyle don’t ... I ... I can't" I wanted to leave but again he took me by the hand a little harder, surely the effort hurt because I could hear his groan of pain.

"Please ... just until ... don't go" I watched a few tears come out of his eyes.

"I'm an idiot, I shouldn't have acted like that, it's just that all these years, this accumulated frustration, I couldn't contain it anymore" I sat next to him.

"Adam has always been the best, the one who has everything, but Bobby, Roddy and I are always in second place and he really seem to not care, nothing matters, as long as he continues as spotlight everything is fine" Kyle tries to sit down whining with pain, I help him by putting a pillow so that it doesn't hurt anymore.

"At the bar he said something" I looked at him confused as he set his look somewhere in his room.

“What did he say?”

"He said that I was a coward and that the clear example of that was you"

"Me? and what do I have to do with that? " I asked confused, but my heart and mind knowing what he might mean.

"I ... for many years I have loved you, but Adam is right, I was a coward and I never told you, I fear rejection" he took a pause "I was close to telling you, but then I saw that you and Marcel ... well"

"Between Marcel and me there was nothing" thanks to the darkness of the room Kyle could not see that my eyes began to water when I remembered the asshole of Marcel and the pain he caused to me in such a short time.

"Well, I thought so, that's why I started dating Chrissy, I didn't want to ruin anything for you, plus I didn't know if you'd correspond me"

"Kyle ... I felt the same ... shit who am I lying to, I still do it" I stood up I couldn't see to his face, I wanted to cry, but I didn't want him to see it, I stood in front of his window trying to distract myself with anything.

I feel one of his hands rests on my back while with his thumb caresses me tenderly, with his other hand takes my chin to turn my face, I put a little strength but in the end I turn and look at him, from his cheek rolls few tears, he brings his forehead to mine and I close my eyes, so I can't see him and I can avoid kissing him. I can't do it, he is with Chrissy I can't do this to her, she doesn't deserve it, it doesn't matter that we don't get along, no one deserves to go through something like this, I can't do this, I want to run and forget about everything, especially Kyle.

"Look at me" with his thumb he wipes my tears.

"No, please don't" I squeeze my eyes trying to hold back all the tears that wanted to come out.

"Y/N look at me" even if I resist I slowly open my eyes, seeing him a little blurred because of the tears that accumulated in my eyes.

"Kyle"

"Yes?"

“I love you..."

"I…"

"Let me finish" I interrupt him

"I love you, you don't know how much I do it, but this is not right, I can't do this to Chrissy, I know that we don't get along, but she doesn't deserve this" I walk away from him and I sit on his bed again, covering my face with my hands.

"Chrissy, you worry about her too much, when she didn't even care about what happened."

"So? that's not on me, I can't do this to her, I couldn't live with this Kyle "

At this point it was impossible to contain my tears and I began to cry, I didn’t think this moment would be so painful. I can feel how Kyle gets on his knees and his hands remove mine from my face, I look up to see him in the eyes and the pain in my heart intensifies more.

"Stay with me, hold me until this pain is gone, don't leave me" my heart breaks again, I can see the pain and sincerity in his eyes.

"I would kiss each of your wounds ... but" I let out a sigh "you are not mine and you’ll never be" I caressed his face with my thumb and brought our foreheads together again, the only thing that could be heard in the whole house was our sobs.

"Kyle, Kyle, are you here?" We separated abruptly, we recognized that voice immediately, Chrissy was home.

"No one answered me until Britt ..." Chrissy froze as she looked at the two of us sitting on the bed, far enough apart so she didn't suspect anything.

"Oh, hi Y/N I didn't know you’d be here" the atmosphere in the room had become tense and uncomfortable, I got up quickly.

"Yeah, mmm I just brought Kyle home, I'll leave you guys alone" Chrissy stepped aside so I could leave the room but Kyle spoke.

"Y/N" I turned to see him and i tried so hard to not cry anymore "thank you" he smiled at me.

"It was nothing, bye, take care Chrissy"

I got out of there as fast as possible, getting in the car and turning it on, on my way back home the best thing I could do was cry, I loved Kyle more than I loved someone in my life, I had never felt something like this before, but as I told him he’s not mine and I think he’ll never be.

#kyle o’reilly x reader #nxt imagine #kyle o'reilly #wrestling imagine #wwe imagine #kyle o’reilly imagine

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Come Back Home | knj

Come Back Home

—Even as a fight ensues, all Namjoon wants is for you to come back home

Word Count: 2,267 Content/s: ANGst, fluff, dRAMa, established relationship, cursing lol, Namjoon & Y/N fighting Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHdAY JOONIE!!! I’m sorry for posting so late, but here’s what I have for Joon! It’s angsty but trust in me y’all osauhdsuaofugb Hope you enjoyed!

[masterlist]

"God fucking damn it, Namjoon! Listen to me!"

Namjoon watches as your voice echoes throughout the apartment, throat raw from the frustrating battle you've been fighting for hours now. He could feel his own fury raging through him, jaw tightly locked in place to try and bite back any more words to later regret. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and, instead, urged himself to remain at a distance, his own chest heaving heavily from the tension of it all.

The root of such a chaos, he could hardly remember now, but he knew well that things have spiralled out of control. Fighting between couples is normal. It makes you grow from the mistakes and learn to move cooperatively with one another—but that doesn't make it any less unpleasant. It doesn't make it any less hurtful.

With fights like this, where the two of you are seething with rage and the room itself begins to feel suffocating, Namjoon couldn't help but begin to worry. Especially when—

"That's it!" You exclaim, "I don't want to see you or talk to you right now."

Namjoon watched as you angrily marched towards the door, grabbing a coat and a pair of shoes along the way. His heart already adapted another pace or two. "(Y/N)," he calls out in a warning, a deep sigh escaping his lips as he stills himself to follow you as calm as he currently can. He doesn't make a move to touch you, knowing well that you would slap his hand away. Instead, he stands there behind you, watching you fight back the tears while crouching and tying your shoe laces. "It's late," he reminds, matter-of-factly, "It'd be dangerous to head out there alone at this hour."

You shot up after finishing your laces, going around him to grab your wallet and phone, and haphazardly shoving them into the pocket of your coat. "I don't care," you spat, too overwhelmed by your emotions to even give a damn or to even remember the promise the two of you made for one another—wherein you two would always try and fix the situation before going to bed.

"(Y/N)—"

Slam!

Another sigh escapes the tall man, as he lifts a hand to ease the exhausting knot on the back of his neck. His brain was swimming with the anxious thoughts that fret over your wellbeing, but his heart was seized with a petty sense of pride, not wanting to be the first to give in.

Namjoon knew that the promise would be a difficult feat to follow through at times, and there have been a few events like this where one of you would go out to cool off—either to the Han River or the nearest playground. Though he respects the fact that you both need time to calm down, he always hates it when you decide to leave the house. He knew how much you hate it when he does it, too.

Perhaps, in an attempt to hurt the other, you both resort to such acts. Either way, it would be no use idling around—otherwise, it'd be an endless game of waiting.

Had it been mere minutes since you left, he couldn't care less. You were still mad. He, himself, is still a bit mad, but he could definitely be more at peace brooding while knowing you're safe in the apartment fuming with him, rather than risking anything with the outside world at the moment.

Not wasting any time further, Namjoon reaches for his own coat, shoes, and essentials, adding a black cap and face mask as extra precautionary measures. As one hand seizes the silver door handle, the other swiftly dials your number repeatedly.

Eventually, as he makes his way towards the elevator and the phone goes onto the third attempt, you finally pick up to answer. "Namjoon," you immediately snarl from the other line, "I don't want to talk right now."

He flinches, not at the tone, but at the fact that you called him by his first name—not Joon or Joonie, not baby or jagi. Namjoon—just Namjoon, in a voice so sharp that it could cut glass.

It was then he decidedly makes his conclusion. He was going to end this dispute, possibly get his head pats and cuddles if things go well, and call it a day. And so, with such a mission in mind, he equips his most efficient weapon just as he enters the elevator. "Come on, baby," he says, voice calm and gentle enough to coax, "I know you're angry, but come back now. It's so dark out. You could get hurt."

"Namjoon—"

"Baby, please," he insists, "I'll sleep on the couch tonight if I have to. Just come back home safe."

Though his words bare no lies or ill intent, he knew the effectiveness of the term and the voice paired together. You had always told him how his voice, especially when low and soft, calms you down more than anything else. Sure enough, he hears you let out a sigh. It was laced with the exhaustion and hurt the fight has instilled within the both of you, and it makes his heart clench.

"Joon—"

Nothing.

"(Y/N)?"

His heart drops, instantly looking at his phone—only to see the call end so abruptly before his eyes. His fingers run on autopilot, quickly reaching to contact you once more.

Ring... Ring...

Nothing.

His heart started gunning against his chest. "This isn't funny, (Y/N)," he murmurs, as if he could actually be heard. He presses the number again.

Ring... Ring...

Nothing.

Panic starts to settle in, but he persists. "Three times the charm," he tries to joke, even with a nervous chuckle. He presses the number again. Again.

Ring... Ring...

Nothing.

"Fuck," he hissed, the curse leaving his lips so carelessly as he frantically glanced at the numbers on the elevator going down, down, down. Why the fuck does it seem like it's going down slower?

At the tortuous pace, he was forced to face the thoughts in his head, now screeching at deafening volumes—scorning him for being reckless, calling him heartless for letting things get this far.

It was then he remembered. He had gotten home earlier, at yet another late hour than he used to. His muscles ached from practice. His head throbbed from stress. Upon seeing you there at the dining table, dressed up with his favourite meals laid out forgotten and cold, the weight on Namjoon’s shoulders were quick to finally crush him underneath.

With your own frustrations chaotically entangling with his, it had been so easy for the both of you to get lost in the heated argument. You accused him of cheating, and then, you said he didn’t love you. This was not true, in any shape or form, but it still hurt. Then, he claimed you were a liar for claiming you could handle the stress of dating an idol. That hurt you. For a fraction of a moment, he found it satisfying to break your heart the way you did with him, but Namjoon sees it know that all of it was his fault to begin with and things may have just gotten worse.

No. No, it hasn’t. Namjoon shakes his head, determined to shake away the negative thoughts. I’m sure it's nothing. (Y/N)'s fine.

As soon as there was a chance for him to get out of the elevator, Namjoon instantly bolted out into the streets, chest heaving from both the running and the panic. Just as his hand returns to his phone, an ambulance whirred by—heading towards the playground you frequently go to. Goosebumps littered his skin as his stomach twisted at the thought that seizes his head.

“It can’t be,” he repeatedly mutters under his breath, almost like a prayer. The ambulance means nothing. It’s just passing by. Still, he runs towards the playground.

It was when he reached a crossroad that his heart seems to stop beating altogether. As the ambulance drives away, the surrounding officers try to ease the people and the traffic. He joined the gathering crowd, there murmurings muffled as they reached through his ears as if he’d been underwater all along. Before him was a sight of wreckage and smoke that broke his heart on repeat.

No, no, no. It’s not—

“That poor woman.”

The old ladies next to him whispered amongst themselves in pity for the victim of the crash. With every passing moment, Namjoon found it hard to breath. “I hope she makes it,” her friend follows suit, words not easing Namjoon’s heartache at all.

Namjoon rushes to the other side of the road and hails a taxi as quick as he possibly could, not caring if the driver would have to take the longer route to the hospital. “Please hurry,” he almost begs the driver, scrolling through his phone and anticipating a call from you.

His eyes blur with tears as he sees the last of your messages, his heart wrenching in a mess of guilt and agony.

Pls come back home.

I love you.

By the time the taxi slowly comes to a halt in front of the hospital, Namjoon hurriedly chucks money at the driver, not bothering to get the change back. He rushes to the front desk, startling the nurse in the process but he was too panicked to care. “There was a woman brought in here from a car accident, right?” he asked, earning a meek nod from the woman. “Where is she? How is she doing?”

“Sir, pl—”

Namjoon’s phone came to life, interrupting the nurse and setting his nerves on fire even further. He quickly swipes to answer. “Who is it?” he says, a little snippily as he moves to a quieter section of the hospital lobby.

“Still mad, huh?”

His entire body freezes, as if he was plunged into cold waters, but in such a state he manage to find refreshment the longer he realizes what was unfolding. As his knees buckle, he leans against a nearby wall, ignoring the stares he received from onlookers. A sob escapes him, but it wasn’t laced with the anguish that had conquered him before. It was bursting with relief and gratitude.

“Joonie?”

Your voice filters through from the other line, concerned from hearing his sobs. “What’s wrong, Joon?” you softly asked, “did something happen?”

Words couldn’t find their way out of his mouth, his mind and heart too overwhelmed to even do anything else other than cry out of joy. “Where are you?” he blubbers, barely making sense but you understood nonetheless.

“I came back home,” you simply said, making him cry even more. “Why are you crying, silly?” you ask him, trying chuckle but he, himself, could sense you were about to cry yourself.

Namjoon allowed a breathless chuckle to escape his lips, as he finally gathers the strength to push himself up and leave the dreaded atmosphere in the hospital with a new found determination to make things right.

He’ll come home and lock you in an embrace so tight that you’ll both get cramps, but he wouldn’t care any less and continue nuzzling into you anyways.

He’ll come home and pepper you with so many kisses that you’ll burst into a fit of giggles because the feel of his lips would become ticklish.

He’ll come home and he’ll tell you just how much he loves you, so much that you’ll both know well that what you have between the two of you is worth it.

And he did.

“Joon, stop,” you laughed as he tenderly nestles his face into your neck, long limbs entangling with yours on the sofa. You lean your head back to meet with his eyes, watching them flutter close in bliss as he relishes you brushing your fingers through his hair. “What’s gotten into you, hm?” you softly mutter, half-heartedly but with a tinge of concern. He’s never been like this after fight at all.

At his silence, you continued your ministrations, which helps him greatly. Namjoon lets out a sigh. He doesn’t deserve you, really. “I…” he stammers in hesitation, unsure of how to break it to you. “There was a car accident down the road that leads to the playground,” he began, “I thought you were the one who got hit, so I went to the hospital and—”

“You went to the hospital?” you asked, incredulous with wide eyes.

“The call got cut off and there was a crash!” he said, his voice barely audible, “I thought I lost you…”

Your expression softens further at his vulnerability. Namjoon has always tried his best to hide behind the façade of a strong, responsible leader. To see him like this tugs at your heartstrings. “My phone died,” you told him, gesturing to the device that had been charging at the nearest outlet all this time. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

Namjoon shakes his head. “No,” he tells you, “it was my fault to begin with. I should’ve been more lenient and managed my time better. I should’ve been here for you. I should’ve been home.”

He looked into your eyes, brimming with tears of guilt. “I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

You leaned forth, lips pressing a kiss upon the skin of his forehead with reassurance and love. “I’m sorry, too,” you tell him, “I know I hurt you with some of the things I said, too.”

You smiled softly. “You’re here now. I’m here.”

Namjoon nods in agreement, leaning to give you a kiss.

“We’re home.”

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capriccio-con-espressione · 4 years

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Hotspot Pt.1

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1331

Warning: Sub!Yangyang, Dom!Reader, Femdom, Degradation, Profanity, Public humiliation, Edging, Orgasm denial, Spanking, Yangyang's lame Earth sandwich joke

A/N:

1. Yangyang’s name (揚) has the same pronunciation as “lamb/sheep” (羊) in Mandarin, so y’all would see the word-fuck (X) word-play (O) on this often throughout the fic

2. Been planning to re-upload this fic from my old deleted acc but wanted to extend it and make some changes, yet was clueless before, but then I eventually got inspired, so I decided to release it as part one of something bigger, thanks to this anon for providing me with ideas for part two, and thanks to @wildernessuntothemselves for forcing (X) suggesting (O) me to collect the XiaoHenYang aka her TMTM trio

3. It’s almost Xiaojun’s birthday yet I posted Yangyang content, I’m sorry my lovely prince. Anyone who’s thirsty for him can read my month-old upload here

“Goddamn-f-fuck, please!” Yangyang swears in utter desperation as you suddenly withdraw your hand from his cock, denying his first orgasm. He shifts in the chair in an attempt to grab you, but futile since his hands are tied behind it, as he’s kneeling on the seat facing backward with his ass pushed out, while his legs are forced open wide since both his thighs are secured to the armrests of the chair as well, rendering him into a compromising position.

“Brats like you don’t deserve to cum.” You state icily before thrashing his sensitive rear with the paddle. "You never want to miss a chance to annoy me with all that endless fussing, don't you?"

"I don't deserve this punishment with just that Earth sandwich joke...ahh stopppp…"

"That lame joke is not the point, you brat." You hiss, tugging his hair, as Yangyang's hard-on jolts at the sudden sensation of pain. "Remember how awfully much you snickered about making a sandwich with my pussy around your dick hmm? Giving me that stupid devilish grin whenever you have one for meals? Even shamelessly bragging about it in front of other members to embarrass the hell out of me? You are just a pathetic horny little lamb…"

"C-c'mon, it's not that b-bad when you actually like my teasing..." Yangyang gasps in between your relentless spanks in arousal, as you can tell that his second orgasm is nearing.

"Oh? How you like this sandwich with my hand then?" You smirk as you wrap your hand around his cock again, fingers irregular dancing on the tip yet not pumping him.

"Ahh-L-like it! Just let me cum goddamn it!" Yangyang's whole body tenses up and curls up as he can't handle the teasing anymore.

"That's not how you ask for things, bad little lamb." You chastise while giving a slap on his angry red cock, earning a yelp from him.

“...P-please Mistress let me cum…” Yangyang begs, his proud form finally breaking down.

“Good try, but not quite.” You smirk, before resuming his spanking again.

�� “Ahhh Mistress I’ll be a good little lamb for you...now p-please let me cum…” Yangyang’s voice falters at the denial of his second orgasm.

“That’s my cute little lamb…” You praise as you peck his now teary cheek, before finally granting him release with your hand, as he lets out a loud moan upon climaxing.

“Now you know you shouldn’t be bragging about sandwiches too often.” You embrace Yangyang in your arm while soothing his red flesh with the other, calming the sobbing boy down.

“You should be more kind to me since you already sin too much torturing me…” Yangyang gazes into you as he forms a cheeky pout, the way how he quickly returns to his usual mischievous self surprising you a little.

"I am already showing you enough kindness by letting you cum without much teasing." You sneer as you wipe the white tendrils off Yangyang’s gradually limping cock and your hand.

"Without much teasing? Says someone who literally edged me twice, so fucking bossy." Yangyang retorts while letting out a sigh of relief as you untied his hands behind the chair.

"I am sure you can take much more than that, usually I would edge you for hours until your bratty mouth can't talk back to me anymore." You imply your annoyance for his endless ripostes, since it's always difficult for your boyfriend to just be grateful for his orgasms instead of being cheeky.

"Nah you are just sadistic as hell. You are just one cruel cougar who loves my suffering too much." Oblivious of your hint for him to behave, your boyfriend still continues his complaints, redressing himself while smirking at you.

"Cheeky boys deserve to be disciplined with cruelty, and somehow you like it too much, and love to ask for more by being a nuisance, don't you, my little painslut?" You reply slyly, another punishment for this ungrateful boy beginning to form.

"Now that your butt cheeks are rosy hot spots…” You say thoughtfully as you rub his ass teasingly. “...I am gonna give you the taste of real embarrassing punishment. Now give me your phone."

Yangyang reluctantly hands you his phone. "What for?"

"Unlock it."

"No!"

"Just obey me you brat." You hiss while tugging his hair, forcing him to comply with a wince.

"Don't worry, I am not gonna post something weird on social media." You reassure him while opening up settings on his phone. "But, everyone will know someone has been a slutty hotspot in heat while connecting to wifi…" You triumphantly smirk as you click "Save" after changing his SSID.

"'Mistress’ Slutty Lil 🐑🐑'? Hell no that's embarrassing!!" He snatches back his phone in an attempt to undo your act of mischief.

"Do not ever try to change it." You demand sternly, covering his screen with your palm. "If I catch you disobey me, you will get punished even harder. Understand, Mistress’ slutty little lamb?"

"Alright…" Yangyang sighs and facepalms, already internally freaking out about how his members will react upon seeing this.

You smirk in delight as you both leave your makeshift playroom, which is a storage room, to catch up on your normal lives. Yangyang returns to his members as you meet up with other staff to participate in a meeting discussing details of upcoming shootings for the next project.

Yangyang slouches back to his room but gets caught up with Lucas before he can retreat behind the door.

"Yo bro, care to explain this?" Lucas holds his screen in front of the younger's face, grinning so knowingly that Yangyang has to fight back every urge to punch him in the face.

"See no evil." He weakly protests, hoping not to embarrass himself even further, and shuts the door in Lucas' face.

Thinking he has escaped the ordeal, he doesn't realize how bad things can get until he opens up the WayV group chat. Hendery has posted a screenshot of all the WiFi SSIDs his phone detected and circled the obvious questionable one, and all the other members reacted with either stickers with laughing expressions or words like "Our naughty 🐑 has finally got the taste of his medicine!" or "Y/N'S REALLY MAD LMAO", all of their mockings make Yangyang wants to dig a hole and bury himself in it.

Red with both embarrassment and resentment, he decides to defy you as his devilish side begins to awake. Since he's never the type to listen well to anyone, then why should he this time? Besides, he feels his body begins to heat up with a familiar tingle again as he thinks about all the pain and degrading words that will be inflicted on him after you find out about his rebel, as he brazenly invites more with more provocative and insolent remarks, then eventually feeling himself dissolving into ascending sting and humiliation that turn into euphoric pleasure soon afterwards…

Licking his lips at the indecent thoughts, he alters the SSID and waits impatiently for your discovery.

Ten minutes later, he receives a screenshot from you as well as an angered message from you. "'Mistress’ bossy af 👿'? You fucking brat."

"Just telling the truth 🤷"

"You are originally getting 20 paddles on your bare ass, now it's 40."

"Shouldn't you focus on your meeting first?"

"IDGAF now. Change it to 'Fuck Lil Slutty🐑 Pls😩' in under a minute or you're getting 80."

80 spanks? Yangyang ponders. Tho being a painslut he is, he still needs to make sure that he can function normally tomorrow to avoid more unwanted attention. Sighing, he decides to give in to you and finally obeys.

Sliding off nearly every notification from the uproar in his group chat for this even more humiliating SSID, he feels unexpectedly even more exhilarated at your praising messages that concludes with a specific time and place to meet up for the main course of punishment that he both somewhat fears but also craves.

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howdoyousleep3 · 3 years

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K, this is probably a difficult question to answer, but how do you write smut so well? I want to do something for the upcoming holidays and every time I write smut it just doesn’t feel right. I’m asking all my favorite writers about their process and I’d love your input.

Hi Lisa love. I’m super super late to answering this phenomenal question, and I hope you’re still interested in my answer, but it’s one I think I need to answer for myself right now. I’ve probably included too much information about my general process but if you’d like me to expand more on smut specifically I can do that for you. 💖

My process always starts with an idea I can’t move away from.

It’s one where thoughts naturally build and not one where I’m like, “hey that’s awesome” and then move away from. This tends to happen when I’m driving to and/or from work. If I think about it for more than a day I write it down in my journal so I don’t forget it. What tends to happen though is I think about one idea and only one idea for a long time. My brain doesn’t like to move past a good idea once it’s in my head so what I end up doing a lot of the time is running with an idea as soon as I come up with it. I stew on it for a few days, get a feel for it, think of more lines of dialogue, think of more plot.

These ideas tend to be focused around a line of dirty talk or a snapshot of a moment in my head and from there I build outward. How did my characters get to that point? What is the setting? Where do they go from there?

Now, lately there are stories I’ve been working on where I do outline them. I have a traveler’s journal that is full of Stucky nonsense and one of the journals is my secret fic I’ve been working to build for a long time now. The other journal is just ideas for other fics or thoughts. If it requires thought and connections I outline it but most of the time I don’t do that.

Once I feel like I’m bursting at the seams with this idea I just…start writing.

If there are parts of ideas that I don’t want to forget I write them down but other than that I am very much a person who writes from start to finish and only in one draft. I absolutely hate jumping around in a story. I did it with NASBB and it was a nightmare for me. I know a lot of people want to roll with certain energies they get and write certain parts but that doesn’t work well for me. I like the build as a writer. I enjoy feeling it right alongside characters, I like the build between them as well as for me reaching the part I’ve been thinking about writing for a while now.

It’s not as fun for me when I write the one part that I’m excited to write and then have to go back and figure out how they got there and write backwards and jump around. I enjoy the flow of writing from start to finish and most of the time I’ve thought about it in my head for a long enough time that I don’t have moments where I stutter and am like, “fuck what was supposed to happen here??”

Things I do when I’m actively writing:

I write in Word bc I hate Google Docs.

Music is huge for me. I tend to listen to Lo-fi Music when I’m writing because words distract me.

Sitting at a desk or in another space that is not my bedroom is best.

Sprints with other writers always help! That’s where you just write for a given amount of time and then share your word count with them once time is up. They’re fun and makes me feel less lonely when I’m writing, ha.

I put my mf phone away.

I stand up and take frequent breaks.

I work on one story at a time and one story only. If I bounce between stories I lose the energy and the focus I need. Too many WIPs has my brain moving in too many different directions and it is no good.

Ask friends for hype. Never be afraid to ask people to hype you up.

When I’m writing smut, I tend to imagine it in my head like a movie. I think the build I’ve let fester within myself for a while helps me get emotions across the way I want them to, more intensely. I think putting myself in others’ shoes tends to help in situations like this, imagining what characters are going through would feel like, inside and out. I think I focus less on the physical act of sexual situations and more on how it feels to people, if that makes sense?

Like, if I’m writing someone giving another person a handjob I focus on writing more how it physically feels rather than the action itself. I won’t focus as much on the grip or the stroke or what the person is doing with their hand but I will focus on how it feels for that person, let the reader figure out what the person’s hand feels like through what the one receiving is experiencing.

I’m not sure if that makes sense. Show don’t tell, I guess.

Something that helped me grow with smut is not being afraid to put things on paper. If you need to blush as you write it out, do it, because that shit is more than likely super hot, ha. Also, if I have a reaction or thought, or I think a character would, even for a millisecond, I include it.

For dialogue or dirty talk, I write it out exactly how it sounds in my head. Y’all are probably so fucking sick and tired of my bitten-off words or my smushed together words, but I write it out exactly as it sounds. Fuck correct sentence structure, fuck grammar—write it out how it sounds exactly.

Once I’m done writing, or when I’m close enough to the end, I share with a few people to get their input. I make sure and tell them what I’m warry about or what I want from them specifically, whether that be hype or grammar or a section. I’ll transfer my work over to a Google Doc and share it with them so they can comment and read through. I’ll also take this time to read it through and give her a good once-over as well. I am someone who, once it is given the green light by others, I want to post and share immediately.

I tend to have a massive burst of writing energy after I post a fic and start reading feedback but I’ve learned that I need to bask in the feedback of a fic before jumping right into another.

But jesus christ writing is hard and it sucks sometimes and I’m learning to be better at certain things. Sometimes the action of writing is so difficult, especially in a fandom that is saturated in that good good content. There are so many ideas floating around and sometimes it is so hard to see so many people just pumping out incredible content and to not feel negatively about yourself. This was something that took me a while to accept and to embrace, to shift my outlook on it and the energy it gives me.

I’ve learned I can’t force it. If I’m not feeling it, I’m not feeling it and I need to channel my energy elsewhere. Sometimes the words flow right out of my fingers and other times I stare at my computer screen for an hour and have barely put together 3 sentences.

This is something I’m really struggling with at the moment. I have a ton of ideas and open docs (that’s probably my issue) and I can’t write the way I tend to be able to. Here I am giving you advice I literally need to take myself. Sometimes it won’t happen, and we need to show ourselves grace, to be nice to ourselves.

I know you said you would be writing something for the holidays and that the holidays have passed, but I hope you were able to do so. Even if you weren’t, I hope you don’t feel super bad about it because the time will come where you’ll be so ready to write again. Maybe starts small. When things don’t come to me I go to my Inbox and see if I can answer a lil’ somethin’ somethin’. Doesn’t have to be this large grandiose idea.

Lub you with all my heart. Thank you for such a good question. 💖

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aestheticaxolotl · 3 years

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Let’s Talk About Neal The Eel

Lets talk about Rat-Daddy, I mean Neal the Eel

Let me start with Neal, using the Carmen Sandiego Wiki to break him down as a whole, starting with appearance and personality (Excluding the comments around his action in the show). I am biased here, Neal is my favorite character in the god damned show. I will stand by this rat till I die.

I may or may not go into ship fodder but that may just have to be a thing for another day.

Neal is a tall man with a thin lanky frame and greasy black hair. He has buck teeth with a slight gap between, usually resting over his bottom lip. His skin is very pale, almost grey, and he has purple bags under his eyes.

All I have to say is this boy is tired, probably anemic, I have reason to believe that Neal the Eel is both anemic and hypermobile ( a heritable connective tissue disorder that affects the joints and ligaments in a person's body. It comes in different degrees of severity, the least being similar to double-jointedness). There is no age stated but I am willing to bet he’s around 30-35, due to his aged face lines and his Faculty audition (NGL I would have loved to see him as Faculty). Not gonna lie, the buck teeth is why I’ve been lovingly calling him a rat. I’ve seen many buck teeth in my day but this is the first time I ever really loved it. I think the greasy detail is just due to the slippery aesthetic. But I can appreciate that.

For personality we do not have a lot to go on, but what we do have is VERY revealing about the depths and flaws of his character.

Neal is described as "conniving and loyal to a fault" by Doctor Bellum. During fights, he has an affinity for making puns and teasing his opponent. Despite his goofy nature, he is a competent operative, having been able to outplay both Shadowsan and Carmen in combat— additionally having been considered a potential faculty member by Bellum. He is later revealed in the fourth season to be extremely laidback and easygoing, since he did not care about getting his mind wiped, getting fish dumped on him, or defecting from V.I.L.E.

As you all know by now, (Unless you are new), I marked the most important details in the bold font. As we do not have much to work with, a lot of details are bolded, I really hope what I put out is up to standard!

Neal is described as "conniving and loyal to a fault”

Now, I’m taking into account that he has a reason to be ‘loyal to a fault’. If you have read my headcanon you will know that I strongly think Neal came from a circus or some form of freak show, we know how flexible this man is and there is no way that it just happened. I imagine that the loyal to a fault is to Dr. Bellum, who wanted him on faculty. But WHY? I’ll touch on that soon. We do see that the man is loyal and is very clever during points in the show. So perhaps there is some connection to Bellum that we as an audience have not yet seen, through technology or something. He seems to enjoy technology, but not on the same level that Bellum does, this really stumps me and I would LOVE to hear what y’all have to say about it!

He has an affinity for making puns and teasing his opponent

Need I remind you all that Neal the eel is a HUG GOOF BALL?!? *Goes to laugh in the corner for a second* Okay, now, he makes a lot of jokes and has fun with his job and I can really respect that. I have not seen a character that has as much FUN at work as Neal does. That’s why he is so fun to watch on the screen, he’s having fun the way that our others are not. He’s poking fun at Carmen and Shadowsan, HE ASKS IF SHADOWSAN JOINS THE SOVIOT UNION. I Mean that was amazing. All his puns are centered around him being slick, and there is a LOT that one can do with that. I also noticed that Neal nicknames the people he is working with, I can only really see him calling Lady Dokuso “Slippy Micky” as being playful banter, that she seems to ENJOY by calling him “ unagi”, which translates to eel. And I love that a character like Neal comes across as enjoyable and annoying at the same time, do I even need to mention that Mimebomb seems to absolutely HATE Neal? He’s slimy and annoying and tells bad puns. It’s amazing that dynamics that one character can have that spices up other characters too!

He is a competent operative, having been able to outplay both Shadowsan and Carmen in combat

Now. This detail does go back to the teasing of the opponent area of this character essay. Neal is able to outplay Carmen and Shadowsan in combat, that shows some major skill, seeing as Shadowsan is older and more experienced while Carmen might be both faster and dare I say stronger. I feel that the level of skill between Shadowsan and Carmen should have made him easy to take down, where as I state, people underestimate Neal and that is why he gets the best of them. If you have seen my previous two posts, you will notice I do not use the intro cards for the character, I look for images that really give a sence to the character. Take a look at the image used for Neal. This mother trucker had a BMI of 2- MAYBE. It would be easy to underestimate him in real life or in show. This allows him to be the competent operative he is, he KNOWS he is underestimated and uses that as a tactical advantage.

Additionally having been considered a potential faculty member by Bellum.

I mentioned that I have no idea why Bellum would want Neal on the Faculty, and even here when I had time to think about it, I still do not! the only think I can think of is that Bellum must OWE him for something. Not he owes her, but SHE owe HIM something. Perhaps Neal stole something for Bellum that put him in great danger, like a computer system or something of great technological advance that put V.I.L.E So far forward in the technology stance that Bellum could not forget and had to repay. But then I look at the whole Brainwipe thing and wonder why she couldn’t repay him by letting him live free? And that’s why Neal’s loyalty is such a hard thing to pin point. SO I put forth that Neal is just skilled That’s it. It’s a little lame, but then I look that I say he is underestimated and think... That’s why they want him. His underestimation is the thing that got him on. They think that they can control him, and he would have shown them, No, they couldn’t.

Extremely laidback and easygoing

Come on, just when I think he can’t get any better. (Insert oh no he’s hot meme) or (Insert hes meeting all of my standards meme). Neal is laid back, relaxed, easy going, and all those other words for chill. I noticed that when he loses he’s not like “AUGGH NOO MY FUTURE IS RUINED” he’s more like “Damn that was a good game, I’ll get you next time.” He’s got good sportsmen ship and I love that. I’ll touch more in the next section too about how being too chill can be a problem. Neal being easygoing also make sense seeing how well he can work with other, I’ll gesture to the partnership with Lady Dokuso where he worked VERY well with her and then the teaming up with Mimebomb who absolutely hated every second of it.

He did not care about getting his mind wiped

Not going to lie, but I screamed when I saw that Bellum was going to wipe Neal’s brain. First thought was ‘OH NO’. Second was “WAit I thought she liked him’, and third was... “Wait... He’s just... Fine with this?’. Neal is TOO chill. I feel like a person should care that their brain is getting wiped, maybe just a little bit? And then I stopped, thought about what I knee of him, and laughed. Like, if he was really worried about getting he mind wiped he would have yeeted out of there a long time ago. He know that Bellum and the Faculty will show mercy to him, give him a second chance. And when that second chance was given to him? He tried and then escaped. Never to be seen again, never heard from again, never even thought of again. I imagine he did care and placed a lot of faith into what he knew of the faculty. And yes, Imagination is the basis of this here, because as previously stated, he is a competent operative and knows what he is doing, he didn’t just allow himself to be walked all over.

Neal is a master of infiltration and specializes in slipping into small spaces. His slick body suit, lanky frame, and skills as an acrobatic-contortionist make him a difficult man to capture and hold.

This is all that is given for the abilities of Neal, its not a lot to work with but I manages to strangle some thing out of it. Neal being a master of infiltration strikes me as very direct, along with the added specialty of slipping into small spaces. I figure the directness is so that the show and tell aspect of the show is less surprising. Along with the slick suit, lengthy frame and obvious gesture to acrobatic-contortionist skills gives me the impression of an escape artist. I figure from this that Neal was often used for the stealth and fast missions.

While Neal the Eel doesn’t have as much to offer Wiki wise, I am so happy with what I was able to offer up to you. Neal is an amazing character, even if I set aside my bias towards him, and an even better study.

Not just as a funny, skinny guy who looks like a rat, but as a deeper character with masks and guards that not even his closest allies could even guess at. A usual, I hope you enjoyed and I will have another one of these out fairly soon. Still doing requests!

Thanks for Reading!

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