#and trying to convince her to escape and let him finish her mission

[daydreamerdrew]

Tales of Suspense (1959) #94

[runa-falls]

FREE USE WITH MIGUEL? LIKE ANYWHERE ANYTIME?

a/n: YES NONNIE, ANY--FUCKING--TIME. AND HERES ONE OF THOSE TIMES :^) idk if this is free-use or feral!reader or both. anyway, just enjoy it lol. like every time, this got away from me

special thanks to mona (@whatthefishh) for letting me scream this shit to her over discord + for helping me figure out exactly what 'free use' is lol

cw: smut (18+), free use kink, small very small bit of somnophilia (CAN'T ESCAPE IT), non-explicit oral (m-receiving), afab!reader, mentions of ovulation (+ period) horniness, fingering, cockwarming, fucking w/ multiple orgasms, the same Spanish pet name used over and over, reader is basically a bothersome cat, writer is so all over the place it's confusing.

wc: 2.4k (this was supposed to be a quick thot but wtvr)

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miguel is a gracious boyfriend, he practically lives to please you. so when you approach him in the middle of the day with nothing but his shirt draped over your figure, he has a hard time rejecting your advances.

sure, he tries, but every time he gives you what he wants.

you're spoiled, really.

miguel works at home as much as possible. he hates having to leave you before the sun rises, walking away from a perfectly cozy bed and wet cunt (😳).

miguel convinces himself that Spider HQ can survive a day or two without him on site. he has several capable Spiders that do most of the heavy lifting for him and LYLA isn't afraid to take charge, sitting her holographic ass in the boss' chair.

he can set up mission plans and keep track of everything from his laptop, and he's always on call if he is needed for anything. the only issue is that working remotely doesn't work when he can't get anything done.

he's trying to go over notes from a meeting that was held earlier this morning.

he was supposed to be there, but you physically wouldn't let him out of bed. he swears you're a Spider yourself with the strength you have when you're especially needy and sleepy.

he smelled it when he woke up in the middle of the night to you mouthing over his boxers, that decadent sweetness that indicates you're ovulating.

you were desperate to get a taste of him, to fill that unbearable emptiness inside of you, whimpering with relief when you finally feel his fingers bury themselves in your hair to push your further against his bulge.

he learned early in your relationship that your insatiable appetite for him increases tenfold during your window of fertility (don't even mention your period). and so does your need for sleep. so he caters to your needs accordingly.

you passed out after convincing him to fuck the heat out of you, to snuff out the fire until your neediness recedes. apparently, the only time you aren't horny is when you're sleeping (though that isn't true... you wake up horny all the time??).

you've been sleeping soundly ever since, utterly exhausted by his thorough support, but he knows that once you wake up, you'll be crying for him again.

he crawled back into bed with you after telling LYLA to take over for the day, but after a few hours of almost suffocating because of the way you curl up on his chest like a cat, he got up to get some coffee and finish some computer work.

as soon as his warmth left you, you fussed. eyes still closed as you whined and moaned for his body. he shushed you, gently smoothing down your bedhead until you settled.

it didn't last for long.

you padded out of bed with bleary eyes, clearly looking for him when you walked into the living room. he offered you a quick "morning, cariño." before focusing back on his computer. he had to limit as much contact with you as possible if he wanted to finish his work.

just a few more pages and a couple of emails, and then he can give you all the attention you need.

his shirt brushes against your thigh like a summer dress as you make your way through the room.

he looked adorable with his loose white long sleeve on and black dad-glasses. his hair is still curly and fluffed, telling you he wasn't planning on leaving you anytime soon.

you shuffle over to the couch, sitting next to him with a sigh.

he doesn't react.

somehow, the minimal recognition that you're there, his adamant refusal to look at you, turns you on as much as it irritates you.

he's really trying his best to be a good boss, hm? trying to resist a temptation that's barely a foot away from him.

it makes you feel dirty and deprived. you blatantly rub your legs together, urging him to look. your gaze washes over his sharp jawline watching as it clenches at your soft coos.

"...baby."

"'m working, amor." his voice is still soft, despite the efforts he's taking to ignore you.

you huff.

"but--"

"not right now."

you scoot closer to him, strategically allowing the hem of his shirt to ride up on your thighs. so he's really going to make you do it...

you tug at his sleeve, taking his arm away from his work (though it doesn't look like he was working on much at all, he's been sitting on that exact page for 5 minutes now).

"not right now, mi vida..." he protests lightly, but he doesn't move away. he's not even trying, you think.

you smirk at his empty words. you can see the way he's looking at you: your messy hair, bare legs, the shadow of his shirt hiding away your most sensitive spot. his breathing grows heavier and so does his stare.

"i have work--" miguel is always so soft and sweet to you, melting in your hand though he has all the power to stop it.

"please, miguel? just one, for me?" his lips part as you place his hand against your bare thigh, slowly dragging it upwards until it meets your center.

he doesn't take his hand away, doesn't even pull back a single inch, instead, he instantly complies, cupping his warm hand over its entirety. he chokes out a low groan. you're not wearing anything underneath.

"ok, i guess if it's only once..." he whispers, already breathy. he's leaning over you, almost on top of you, forcing your legs to spread impossibly wide.

he watches as his finger rubs against your slick center, spreading your wetness until you're glistening for him under the late morning light. he pushes in slowly, so slowly, eyes flicking up to your face to witness the small o your mouth makes as he presses in deeper.

his mouth waters as he fingers you, he wishes he had enough time to go down on you, and taste your slick straight from the source. he knows how much you love it when he fucks you with his tongue and suckles on your clit. but no, he has work to do. he needs to get you off so he can finally focus.

"this what you needed, cariño?" it's all but growled into your space, his voice low and taunting. all you can do is nod with bleary eyes as your hands grip onto his thick bicep for support.

he adds another finger and thrusts them into you quicker, angling them just so his palm can gently nudge at your clit. he can feel you tightening around him already, fluttering with each pass that he makes against your g spot. he presses harder, drinking in your choked gasp and shaking thighs.

you're so wet, spilling over his fingers and dripping against his hand. the noises between you are deafening. a mixture of sopping thrusts, heavy breathing, and quiet mewls fill the still silence of the living room.

he's so good at this, too good at this.

how can he make you fall apart with just his hands, caress every sensitive nerve with a single stroke?

you're at the cusp of euphoria. your body, filled to the brim with pleasure, urges you to let go, to take what you want. but you don't want to. you want to stay at the edge forever with his hands on you, to be at the center of his affections, always just one breath away from transcendence.

you're not ready for him to stop touching you anytime soon, you realize. you still need it and after you'll need it again. you need him.

his glasses start sliding as he looks down at you, dropping until they're barely at the tip of his nose. he's focused, eyes locked on how he fills you again and again.

his fingers speed up, expertly aiming against that special spot inside of you. your hips rise from the couch, needing him as deep as possible. then it all falls apart.

you cry out, back arching and eyes rolling. your body is barely touching the couch under you and it feels like you're being lifted up by unknown forces as you reach your climax. white fills your vision and heat thrums through your limbs. you can't hide your one orgasm from him, it's too intense.

before you could recover, he slips his fingers out of you.

"alright, honey, we're done." he casually sucks your essence off of his fingers before propping his glasses back to the arch of his nose.

"ok, ok, i get it. you're busy." you pant, still pulsing from your high. and...he's already back to work. he wasn't kidding when he said he had stuff to do. "i'll just...be sitting here."

so you watch him get back to work, or you try to. the incessant scrolling, typing, reading, and muttering thoughts that accompany his work is usually enough to put you to sleep. it's an unusual lullaby that's attached to him. one that brings you the comfort of knowing he's near.

but he's hard.

he seems so relaxed, so content to work, but his erection presses so desperately against his sweats, outlined perfectly by the grey fabric.

so how could you not touch him? he clearly needs your help... and if he doesn't, then you need it.

you want to be good, you do, but when he types so effortlessly like that with the fingers that were just stuffed in your cunt, or when he looks over his dad-glasses to look at something like a hot fucking nerd, you can't help it.

it's been, what, 12 minutes? that's enough work for the day in your opinion.

you start slow, hesitantly, watching to make sure he's not looking at you (though he can clearly see you from his peripheral vision). you stand up on the couch right next to him. you're a bit unstable on the squishy cushions so you use his shoulder for support.

he looks over at you, confused as to why you decided to walk all over the furniture like a toddler.

you carefully maneuver over his arms to settle yourself on his lap. you're a koala around him, holding your torso to his, looping your arms around his neck and sharing your shimmering lustful body heat. he grunts when you scoot even closer to him, your bare pussy pressing entirely against his covered cock.

but he ignores it.

he doesn't say anything, barely even moves, and just continues to work. you pout a bit, but let him. you convince yourself that you're content with just sitting here and enjoying his company (despite the large distraction that pulses against your pussy, pressing so sweetly under your needy clit).

you listen to his steady heartbeat and slow breaths, the occasional sound of tapping keys. you nuzzle against the soft shirt that stretches over his chest. you're fine.

it's not like you're leaking all over his sweatpants, leaving a puddle at the apex of the fabric. you're not crying on the inside, so empty and fluttering around nothing. you're fine.

until you arent.

you lazily lift your hips above his, nearly head-butting his chin in the process. his arms lift to help you get settled, hands resting on your waist, as patient as ever.

you reach below you and he stiffens. he wasn't expecting you to--

your hand buries itself under his sweats, delicate fingers brushing over his erection. he breathes out your name when you squeeze him teasingly before pulling him out.

"what did i say?" he grunts, hand swiftly wrapping around your wrist. the words are lost on your ears as you caress the silky steel in your fist. it pulses at your touch. he needs this.

he says your name once more.

"you're working."

"then why are you trying to fuck me?!"

"i'm only going to sit on it." you give him an innocent look. you slowly lower yourself so your dripping center meets his before sliding your glistening lips over his hardness. "won't move or say a thing, promise!"

"cariño..."

"just wanna warm you, baby." you position him right against your entrance. "is that so wrong?" you lower yourself before he can say anything else.

you take him easily with how wet you are, and he fills you perfectly. he sucks in a breath at the feeling then growls out, "don't move."

well, you do move (is anyone surprised). you move a lot. but he moves too. harsher and more competitive. who the hell fucks competitively?

you moan over him, bouncing on his cock eagerly. his hands hold your waist, guiding your movements just how he likes it: fast and hard. his laptop, somewhere on the other side of the couch, is forgotten and probably long dead by now. so much for working at home.

you've cum at least four times already, but who's keeping count (you're not. you're so fucked out, you have to manually breathe now.)

he won't let up anymore. you asked for it and you're getting it.

"do i gotta fuck you to sleep, hm? is that the only way you'll leave me the fuck alone and let me work?"

you only admit now that you're eyes were definitely bigger than your stomach. you're practically drooling as he takes control once again, snapping his hips from under you, harsh and punishing. as if this is a punishment.

he has to carry you back to bed that afternoon. he couldn't just leave you on the couch, naked and shivering. plus you'd be a distraction with your bruised hips and fucked out cunt.

you murmur adorably in your sleep as your body unconsciously nuzzles further into his arms. he places you lovingly on the bed and you immediately curl up. he sighs, brushing your hair out of your face because he knows how much you hate it when it gets in your eyes or tickles at your nose during the night.

you look so cozy and comfortable. but so alone in this huge bed.

he debates laying down with you, only until you're in a deeper sleep.

maybe just a few minutes?

LYLA had a few choice words when he woke up in the morning....

[justauthoring]

stubborn.

request(s) -> Hii! I love your Gray Fullbuster x reader fics. They are so great!! Could I request then something like female reader goes on a mission and comes back being hurt and tries to hide it, but Gray saw through her and he is so worried about her, because they like each other so he corners her and help her. With a fluff, maybe even a kiss? Thank you in advance!! <3 + can you write a childhood bsf to lovers story for gray or sting from fairy tail? Nothing too specific, but also wanted to say I love your stories <3 😖

requested by -> @shogun0wa

pairing: gray fullbuster x f!reader

gray could tell something was wrong, even if you were desperately trying to pretend otherwise.

frankly, he didn't even see why you bothered—stubborness perhaps? he'd known you long enough, since the both of you were children, to see that the smile on your lips was forced and feigned. years spent attached at the hip gave him the insight others wouldn't notice.

so, yeah, he guessed - stubborness it definitely was.

chin resting in the palm of his hand, gray's eyes watch you closely as you talk with erza and lucy. you're less animated than usual, letting the two other girls do most of the talking for you as you simply listen and nod. if either lucy or erza noticed something was wrong, it was easy to tell you'd brushed their concern off with a simple excuse of being tired.

the same excuse you've used with gray since you'd returned from your solo mission and he'd noticed something was off.

anytime he'd confronted you, you'd been skillfully adept at avoiding him. gray would barely get a word out edgewise before you'd slip off from with some excuse or another of mira needing you, or lucy wanting your help with something.

things of the sort.

gray's patience was waring thin and with it, his concern was overwhelming him to the point he could barely function normally. he could see the paleness to your skin, all colour leaving your cheeks and the way your eyes would narrow and your lips would purse when you thought no one was looking.

it was clear you were in pain.

gray couldn't understand why you were trying to convince otherwise.

"i'll talk to you both later, okay?"

pulled from his thoughts, gray straightens when he sees you standing from the table, offering a small wave erza and lucy's way. the smile at you in response, each wishing you goodbye but gray's only zone in on the way your face, for the splittest second, twists in agony before you school your expression.

that was it. gray was going to get to the bottom of this.

standing up himself, gray is careful to be quiet, hanging back a minute after you move towards the guild doors before following you. he exits a moment after you do, you still blissfully unaware, and with an eased movement, gray's hand locks around your wrists and tugs you gently towards the alley beside the guild.

you stumble after him, a whimper leaving your lips — gray does feel guilty for causing you pain, but he figures this'll help prove his point.

"gray! what are you—"

"where?"

he doesn't bother letting you finish your accusation — he was tired of your pointless stubbornness. all he wanted to do was help you.

huffing, you glare up at gray; "where, what?"

"where does it hurt?"

your face falls at that, glare dissipating in seconds as you stare blankly up at gray. you shift against the wall he's cornered you against, gray's body trapping you with no escape as you squirm uncomfortably.

gray's eyes, however, zone in on the way your hand clutches at your side.

"there?" he asks, raising a brow as he reaches for your hand. "that's where it hurts?"

"gray—"

"enough." he cuts in once more, voice sharper. his eyes fall shut in frustration before turning to meet your own, gaze unwavering. gray's patience is gone at this point and perhaps he'll regret being so sharp with you later, but for now it's necessary to get the truth out of you.

like he said, you were too damn stubborn.

"i don't know why you're trying to pretend you're not in pain, but i can tell, okay?" he huffs, exasperated. "i know you."

you blink up at him, face easing.

"i... it's really not that bad."

gray just shakes his head; "let me see."

you warm faintly at that, but knowing gray won't back down, especially not now, you oblidge to his request. slowly, your hands move to the hem of your tank, slowly pulling it upwards until your stomach is bare. you tuck your shirt just under your breasts, feeling vulnerable in an entirely new way as you avoid gray's gaze.

in another light, gray would be just as embarrassed. there's no room for that, however, when he see's the large bruise across your ribs; your skin is discoloured with a terrible yellowish-purple.

honestly, gray's surprised you've been able to walk at all with a injury that size.

"why didn't you get wendy to heal you?" gray hisses, concerned, as he reaches for you. you tense as his cold but familiar touch falls on usually untouched skin, biting your lip as he gently prods to bruise, wincing slightly in pain. "y/n, this is bad."

"it's not that bad," you force out, huffing.

"yes, it is," gray argues, sharp eyes falling back on your own. "it looks like you could even have a broken rib given how bruised it is."

you just frown.

"why?" gray sighs, finally pulling away as you slowly let your shirt fall back down. "why hide it?"

it takes you a moment to reply, looking down at your own feet and desperately avoiding gray's piercing gaze. gray almost thinks you won't speak and goes to ask again, until he hears your soft and mumbled voice. "i didn't want to be a bother."

"...what?"

"i didn't want to be a bother!" you repeat, this time louder; your voice cracks in desperation as you turn to gray with a tear-filled gaze. he stares blankly back at you, stunned. "i'm always getting hurt on missions and everyone is always having to help me... you most of all! so i took this mission by myself to prove i'm strong, only i got hurt like i always do!"

you finish with a gasp, hands pressing against your wound as you twist yourself uncomfortably.

gray doesn't say anything at first. he frowns, shoulders falling and watches as you desperately try to hold back the tears that threaten to slip past your eyes, he thinks about the fact that you think so lowly of yourself.

do you really think that's what the others think? what he thinks?

spurned on by the guilt of ever letting you think that way about yourself and desperate to rectify his own foolish mistake, gray ignores the nerves bundling in his chest and leans forward with a burst of desperate confidence. he grabs your chin, tugging you towards him gently as he lets his eyes flutter shut and presses his lips against your own.

you tense at the action and gray fears the worst, moving to pull away, but then a second later you're easing, hands slowly moving to shift around his own as you lean into the kiss.

he pulls back a second later, blinking down at you.

you stare up at him; "what was that for?"

"to prove to you," he whispers.

"prove to me what?"

"that none of what you said is true," he urges, cupping your cheeks. "your strength is your strength, and you are a vital member to both fairy tail and the team. if anyone says you aren't, i'll personally show them otherwise."

gray watches as your lips part and your eyes soften with something warm.

"gray..."

"it doesn't matter how much you get hurt, i will always be there to help you." he continues, letting the truth pour out of him with vulnerabilty he's unused to. "all that matters to me is that you're okay. i need you, y/n. so please don't ever hide something like this from me again, okay? please?"

slowly, you nod.

"okay," he nods, some of that blind confidence wavering as he feels his cheeks burn with the reality of his confession. "n-now, can we please take you to see wendy?"

you nod once more, but the small smile that curls onto your lips is undeniable. then, you slowly lower his hands from your cheeks, holding tight to his right one as you thread your fingers through it, squeezing.

gray eases at your assurance, a grin curling onto his lips.

he guesses, when he truly thought about it, he was just a stubborn — it's why the two of you got along so well.

[somethingrad8]

JJK crack

Rating/Warning: None SFW

You had all decided to go out to a local bar together to get some drinks and food. It had been a hard week of training and a few short missions which had made everyone tired and ready for a break. Gojo had ‘graciously’ decided to let you all have a night and following morning off, sighting that you had technically all been working hard and as long as you all behaved out he saw no reason you couldn’t unwind.

And the night HAD been going well. Nobara, Maki and yourself had enjoyed getting dolled up for a change, though Maki initially dragged her feet. And since there was a cosplay convention going on in the town Panda was able to join you all as well. Why he decided to dress as Po was something Megumi wouldn’t understand. You and Yuji got some good laughs from it though. And Yuji and Toge even managed to swipe a bit of booze from Gojo’s hidden stash in his office. It was only enough for a light buzz for everyone but still a treat.

It only started to go down hill later in the night. The place you had all gone to was getting more and more crowded. Yuji, Toge, Megumi and Panda were all in a back booth waiting for you, Nobara and Maki to finish getting everyone a refill on drinks and another blooming onion, which Yuji was overjoyed that they had.

“My my what pretty little ladies we have here tonight,” some creepy guy and his two friends came up behind you cutting off an easy escape.

“Drop dead,” Maki replied.

“Damn,” He put his hands on his chest. “No need to be so heartless, love. We just wanted to offer you sexy things some company.”

“I’d rather die alone,” Nobara rolled her eyes. “Get lost. Try it on someone else.”

“We’ll come on now,” He began to get agitated. “You three can’t be looking that fine and not expect some attention.”

“We did,” you nodded. “Just hopped it’d be from someone better looking than you three.”

“Now listen here-“ He grabbed your forearm and that’s when it all went down hill. The four boys became looming shadows over them. “Who the hell are you guys?”

“We’re their friends,” Yuji sneered.

“And if you know what’s good for you,” Panda added. “You’ll let go of Y/N right now.”

He pulled you closer, and the damn heels Nobara convinced you to wear let him, putting everyone even more on edge. “Like hell am i gonna listen to a furry. Besides, I think this one was just saying how she wanted to come home with me tonight, right sweat heart?”

“Eat shit,” you snapped trying to pull yourself free.

“That’s it, you have till-“ Megumi began, only to be cut off my Toge who was stepping forward.

He pulled his scarf down to his chin, making you all clamp your hands over your ears, as he put a hand on the shower of the guy holding you. He leaned in and whispered in his ear. You couldn’t hear but you read his lips as he told the man to “Shit your pants now.”

You were quickly let go as he went sprinting out the bar, holding his ass and screaming, his friends following him.

Everyone watched them go, lowing their hands as Toge pulled up his scarf. “Uh, thanks.” You smiled at him.

He shrugged, looking away with a blush, “Salmon.”

“Let me get you a drink, any you want,” you warped your arms around his pulling him to the bar. “As a thank you to soothe your throat.”

Maybe the night didn’t go so bad after all.

[jamesnelsonart]

What I planned for Monster Lands

A few readers wanted to know what would happen since the story won't be finished. Fair enough, I know people did like it, I don't want you totally dissatisfied! I'll give the broad strokes, but I have to get super specific in some areas.

Nadil and Edith would engage in some power struggles, essentially each of them ordering secret missions to undermine the others' position in the army. There is some grudging respect from Edith, as she sees that Nadil has the charisma and heart of a hero that she herself lacks.

Eren and Exris' plan to wipe out the continent (and presumably the world after that) is to awaken an ancient slumbering monster left underground by Uxrex the Annihilator, a dead rival of Emperor Offed from the extremely distant past. As the day of the creature's awakening grew closer, Edith would manipulate Nixtos, turning her against Nadil and using her as a spy, which would help put her coup into motion, reviving Emperor Offed after reassembling his suit of armor for his soul to inhabit.

It would be revealed that Edith is actually Edith Offed, Emperor Offed's daughter-in-law, she was married to his now-deceased son and was using Nadil's army as a front to return her family to power. Eli, Emily, and the Necromancer (who left the family due to mistreatment, but has been kidnapped and returned to them now)are all Edith's children. Nadil tries to fight, but the violent, sadistic Emily would defeat her and take out one of her eyes. Emily also would kill Nixtos by crushing her in her hand, reasoning that the Offed family doesn't need to be indebted to her. At this point in time the Destructor would have joined Nadil's army after receiving Othera's invite, and he would eagerly fight Emperor Offed so Othera, Nadil, and Marcus could escape from Edith's base. The Destructor would have Offed on the ropes, but Emily Offed would interfere, using her magic to kill him before he could defeat Emperor Offed. The fact that he had the emperor on the ropes foreshadows that Offed's power is somewhat elevated due to propaganda. Kersha would go against Eren's orders and arrive to save the Necromancer, so she ends up helping the other heroes by accident. Offed's army then makes its way to Eren's castle to take it over and assert their dominance over the land once again. Exris would refuse to fight with Eren as he's afraid of Emperor Offed, even though since he easily beat the Destructor he should have to trouble with his former master. Eren would fight him for a bit, but since her troops are spread across the continent she doesn't have a force at her castle to match his. Then Nadil would show up to aid her. The two women would successfully kill Emperor Offed for good this time. Eren would allow Nadil to leave the battlefield without attacking her after their team-up, prompting peace talks since both armies are decimated at this point and Eren is still in possession of Uxrex's ancient monster and could be convinced to not awaken it.

Days later, Exris is furious that Eren is genuinely trying to come up with a peace deal with Nadil, as he sees the fact that Emperor Offed infiltrated her group as proof that none of their enemies can be trusted to live. Eren begins to grow apart from Exris, as she's not happy he refused to fight Offed with her while her enemy Nadil actually stepped in and helped. Never letting any conflict die, Exris would secretly sabotage the chances for peace, initiating a final war between Eren and Nadil's armies that ultimately results in Marcus killing Exris by creating a fake Exris Receptacle to lure him into a trap. Seeing her father figure killed along with Uxrex's weapon prompts Eren to retreat back to her castle with her remaining forces, panicking and crying over the fact that she has no one left on her side (Kersha and the Necromancer have deserted her after Exris sabotaged the peace deal).

While Nadil is victorious and Eren's army is a totally spent force, the victory is short-lived. The continent is ravaged by a magical snowstorm. In the chapter with Sally we see a castle covered in a magical snow, stated to last for decades. As the story went on, "ice magic" would be elaborated on as one of the most powerful magics that can only be wielded by those who are completely cold inside. When Emperor Offed was killed, Edith realized that his resurrection was only possible due to her plans, and that the Offed family was actually holding her back. She would kill Eli and Emily, tapping into her ice powers for the first time and using them to force villagers to turn to her by wrecking their crops and modes of travel, then offering conditional relief in return for loyalty. Emily would swoop in as the true winner of the war and assert her dominance over the continent. Othera, Marcus, Kim, and Nadil would be on their own, later meeting up with Eren, who they would take in solely because they might as well use her in situations with mortal danger.

Without anyone to be afraid of her or put up with her behavior, Eren would be forced to change some. She'd also realize that her reign was ultimately a footnote in the grand scheme of things since she never did anything to help people. Eren would eventually meet up with Kersha and the Necromancer (who would be a couple by this point) and try to repair her relationship with them, as they are the closet things to friends she has. After a few adventures re-amassing their forces, Nadil's group would storm Edith's new icy fortress. You may recall in the chapter with Sally that the ice suddenly started melting when Marcus decides to go back and help Nadil out-- that was going to lead to ice magic's weakness, that a changed heart can thaw it. With all the heroes adventures and development, Edith's powers are less impressive this time around. Totally shocked and unable to comprehend this (because Edith has always been a vindictive, cold person who has refused to change) Edith tries to fire one last blast of ice magic at the group, but Nadil would shatter the beam by firing a healing ray through it, melting Edith's body (Edith is some kind of icy abomination clad in armor and silk now). It would look very DBZ.

Edith's ice magic would ensure she cannot truly die, but without a body she must endure an ironic hell of existing as an invisible spirit that cannot interact with anything, forced to watch a world prosper without her tyrannical family's rule.

Othera and Nadil would rule the new Monster Lands together, Kim would serve as a general and Marcus would become a somewhat successful politician, managing a town somewhere to ensure no kid has to grow up in the messed up environment he and his brother had to.

Eren would not be forgiven by the general populace, and she accepts that for Nadil to have any legitimacy as a ruler, Eren will have to be put to death. Kersha intervenes, however, and asks that the goblin tribes/other monsters get to punish Eren in their dungeons, or there will be no peace. Nadil hands Eren over to Kersha and the Necromancer, who take her to live in what is actually a decently comfortable house arrest, as they don't want their friend executed.

And and, uh, Nadil's economy would focus a lot less on war and murdering her own citizens, so Trapmaster's sales would plummet and he'd be extremely sad lol.

[cribabylulu]

HCs: Soul Eater! characters and their...darker kinks.

*characters have been aged up to 18^^ Stein is just Stein. I wanted to do mini, vague scenarios using their partners as pairings but I didn't know where to put Crona so I just made them an x reader hehe. also, Soul and Maka have a shared scenario.*

warnings: a little smutty. kinda intense breath play with Kid, Crona includes razors and blood and such, Soul's section mentions bruising... implied needles with Stein perhaps but yeah, and above all else just bad writing mixed with me trying to be convincing what can I say.

Kid- EA.

"Are you feeling lightheaded? I know exactly what you're thinking, darling-- that you could easily finish from that sensation alone."

Being a reaper and all, it makes sense to me that Kid would wind up getting into something as dangerous as breath play. He brings his partner to the edge of death, literally. The situation is careful and controlled like the god he is, and when he finally lets go, the rush of vitality is euphoric.

xpatty

Patty gasped, Kid's cold ring pinned to the heat of her pulse point. Slowly, he released the pressure on her throat and she slumped against the wall, smirking darkly. He returned her expression, calling her out in the process, "Are you feeling lightheaded? I know exactly what you're thinking, darling-- that you could easily finish from that sensation alone." A blush tinted her cheeks, betraying her tough-girl demeanor and causing her meister to laugh almost breathlessly.

"Now, if only I could get your sister in on this..."

Crona- Blood Play.

"Look at the difference between our cuts... your blood is so bright compared to mine... it's pretty."

Crona's entire life had been shrouded in blood, their own mother toying with them for her own experiments. Naturally, they'd develop somewhat of an obsession with their black blood, and how it differs from that of a normal human's. After a while they'd manage to find it oddly... enticing, the way it trickles down and hardens over their wrist as opposed to their partner's endless ruby red river.

xreader

Their hand pressed against your thigh, smearing and spreading the crimson sap further. "Look, y/n. Look at the difference between our cuts... your blood is so bright compared to mine... it's pretty." You looked down at the hand that was tracing your inner leg and gave a faint smile, cut from the razor threatening to sting if the wonder in Crona's eyes hadn't numbed it. The slash on their wrist was pitch dark, and it barely got to drip before becoming petrified. You let out a sigh and leaned back, to which they hummed in response, leaning down to gently clean the blood from between your thighs with their tongue as the two of you settled into relief. They were done with the blade for now.

Maka- Shiibari.

"Ngh... can you pull a little bit tighter, actually?"

Maka would enjoy being suspended in shiibari. As the ropes pressed deeper into her skin, her tight grip on reality would slowly release in turn. Though not something she found herself doing often, it would be akin to therapy, something she'd look forward to after a particularly tough fight.

xsoul

Maka hung on her weapon's shoulder, completely spent from whatever mission that preceded the night. "Soul..." she began weakly. After we get cleaned up... can we do the thing tonight? I really need to..." Soul smirked as amused laughter escaped him. He gave her a rough pat on the head and said, "Heh. Say no more."

Soul- Biting/Marking.

"Well, ain't that nice. You're all tied up... just waiting to be marked as mine. C'mon, just a couple bites...let me eat you up."

Soul doesn't have to be rough to leave a mark with those teeth of his. He would also totally be down for a cuddle sesh after nipping his partner's entire body, further toying with them when he'd run his fingers over the bruises he'd created. Despite enjoying the results, he'd always make sure whoever he was biting wasn't ever too uncomfortable, because that's not cool, now is it?

xmaka

Maka gasped, reflexes straining slightly against the ropes she'd been bound in. "That hurt, Soul..." He chuckled lightly, though yanking his lips away from her chest with affirmation. "You were the one asking me to pull the ropes tighter just a moment ago. I figured you wouldn't mind." She pouted, a blush painting her face before she let out a heavy sigh at his next bite, softer than the last. "That's different... the ropes aren't as sharp as your teeth..."

Stein- Medical.

"Such a pretty dove you are. I bet you're even prettier on the inside. But don't worry, I won't be dissecting you with a blade just yet..."

Does this even need an explanation? Okay, maybe. His fixation on dissection and experimentation is always displayed as a bit endearing, to say the least, and him getting off on it totally makes sense even though he's a doctor at the academy. (I think he is thankfully able to keep his desires at bay whilst working with his students, so long as his mind is sound and the keshin has been put to rest.) However, when he's with his sweet partner Marie, that's a different story. He'd never want to hurt her, but she's quite kind and compliant it's hard to imagine Stein not managing to convince her to try out various procedures. Nothing too dangerous, of course, but it might get a bit uncomfortable. Regardless, he wouldn't want to ruin his little dove or scare her away. She'd always been there for him, after all. He loves her.

xmarie

"Are you alright, Marie? This doesn't hurt too much, does it?" Stein looked up at her with eyes so glazed over, their shine matched the glasses perched idly on his head. He adjusted them, inhaling his cigarette before setting it aside once more. Smoke slowly drifted from his nose and disappeared into the fluorescent light above. She nodded as she watched him, far too enamored by the way her partner looked as he toyed with her to even notice the pain.

Black★Star- Pet Play.

"Don't worry kitten, just have a seat on my lap. I'll protect you."

My friend helped me with this one. Black Star is almost painfully prideful and loves to not only be in control but be the absolute center of attention. He'd grown to be too much of a gentleman to outright enslave his dear partner, however, he'd much rather own them... playfully. Although it's largely the dynamic of this kink that gets him going, he surely wouldn't complain if his partner wanted to go full-on cat costume... he would just need a moment to... adjust.

xtsubaki

"Oh Black Star~" Tsubaki chimed from the other room. He peeked past the corner of the jamb and instantly flushed, confused before recalling the past couple of weeks.

"I've noticed you've started calling me 'kitten' recently... so i figured why not make it official?" She giggled, doing a little spin to show off every detail of her cat costume.

AHHHthankyouforyourtime <3

[gamma-gal-24]

Omg you ship with Syndrome?? That’s so fucking awesome!!! Please tell me everything about it I am here with popcorn 👀👀🍿🍿🍿

Oooh save some for me Bookie, we're gonna be here a while!!😭🤣

OKAYOKAYOKAY SO- I'm currently in the process of TOTALLY revamping their ship so bear with me-

So our ship is a FARRRRR stretch fro. The films, so please bear with me!😅😭

About four months after the SECOND movie, after supers are made legal and new faces are joining the hero scene, Evelyn Deavor escapes prison WITH THE HELP OF OUR FAVORITE FANBOY.

He busts her out on the condition that she helps defeat The Incredibles once and for all, to which she happily agrees. And so the two start running amok: Syn's gadgets paired with Evelyn's hypno crap is turning out to be a real problem...

AND SO NEW HEROS ARE BROUGHT IN TO TRY TO STOP THEM!!

That's where my s/i Torrent comes in!... and things go terribly wrong.

While she's out in the streets, fighting robots, shooting water at bad guys, she spots HIM. And immediately there's a spark- a chemistry.

While it's normal for heroes and their enemies to banter, these two are much more... flirty??

"It's a shame you're so cute, I'm really gonna hate messing up that pretty face." "Aww, you think I'm pretty? Well, shucks, Missy, flattery will get you everywhere with me~"

That kind of thing.

However you imagine a hero/villain pairing, double the giggles and flirting by ten. Their "battles" are more like prank wars with higher stakes. Playful.

He adores flustering the naive little raindrop and she loves making him laugh between punches. He has such a cute smile after all.

These battles/flirting matches become more and more frequent, always ending in Syndrome getting away... Until one day he doesn't. But the fight he looses isn't with Torrent OR The Incredibles..

It's Evelyn.

She doublecrosses him, leaves him on Winston's doorstep and keeps all of his gadgets for herself!😱

Of course he's in custody of the supers when he wakes up and he's PISSED... Almost as pissed as Torrent is.

Long story short, he and Torrent convince the heroes to join a temporary alliance with him, juuust long enough to bring Screenslaver down.(albeit kinda reluctantly on Syndrome's part.)

He handles the technical stuff and she does more field work, a brains and brawn combo. They kinda establish themselves partners from the get-go. They end up having a lot of similarities (more on that at another time!) And get along shockingly well!

It isn't until he's watching her train that he realizes this woman has him whipped... All it took was watching her body-slam Mr. Incredible ONE TIME and he was done. Finished. Geeking out.

Soon, these two become THAT couple. They are absolutely inseparable. Undercover missions? They go together. Training? He cheers like the most mean cheerleader out there. Lots of cussing, but the spirit is there!

The two are annoyingly cute for each other.

And the best part is, the other supers get SO MAD. Syn absolutely LOVES being all cutesy with her, flirting, smooching, only to turn and be met by glares. Best thing ever.

And dude's rich asf so he spoils her rotten when he can no matter how much she fights it💞

Both can be fiercely independent, Syndrome especially so, but if he were to ever ask for help, it would be hers. He knows she won't think him weak, and he needs the reassurance.

Now, she does have to scold him when he gets a little... carried away. He's still a villain after all, and he can't help but cause mischief. Deep down she loves that about him.☺️💕

That's all for now!! If you want more of these two idiots, PLEASE let me know, I'm having a blast!🥹🤣 Thank you SO SO much for the ask!!

[deedeelaz]

13 Things that would’ve made me (a hardcore obsessed fan of Mission) walked out satisfied after watching DR1.

Note 1: This points are written under the premise of Ilsa being a 100% dead.

Note 2: If she’s not dead, then the cuestionable decisions I’m mentioning here would actually make a lot of sense, but we’re only gonna know once DR2 is out.

Note 3: IMHO

Let’s start:

1. I would’ve loved a sequence of Ethan and Ilsa fighting together, shoulder to shoulder, both kicking ass in synchronised movements like (or better) than the one we got in Rogue Nation. That would’ve been exhilarating and successful in showing us, for the last time, their powerful dynamic. McQ could’ve sacrificed some of the Rome car chase and the train sequence (those were a little too long) for something like this.

2. During the Venice run, when The Entity says “But you could Ilsa…” GIVE us, more than the fraction of second we got, of Ilsa’s face trying to decide whether to escape or go to Gabriel, this movie was so fond of close ups… a longer quiet moment of Ilsa’s eyes/face (Silo style) would’ve being perfect.

3. Give us more than a fraction of second of Ethan’s troubled face or even have him saying something to Ilsa through comms.

4. Give us back that kickass line you took out in the editing room, before Ilsa engages in the fight.

5. Show us a “hard to win” fight for Ilsa… like, make us believe Gabriel is more competent with knives than the Bone Doctor.

6. Put corny flashbacks of ilsaethan during his run to save her (A deleted scene would’ve brought us fans, to ecstatic tears) Fan-service us McQ please! for the first and last time! For what I heard in those podcasts, you weren’t thinking about this group of fans who would appreciate some real mundane bonding between characters, you were only thinking about the fans who come for the action.

7. Make Ethan hold her. Get his shirt stained with her blood.

8. Don’t show us Grace appearing behind Ethan’s shoulder with that change of music. He is mourning Ilsa, Ethan even turns his face a little to acknowledge Grace. Like, there’s nothing more important than “the person you cared about the most” lying dead there. Show us Grace in a close up, looking at Ilsa with remorse instead, makes us feel she’s paying some tribute to the woman who saved her life.

9. Show us a close up of Ethan’s teary eyes in the Venice balcony. Add a shot of Ilsa’s calm face. Show us that Ilsa would’ve wanted Ethan to finish the job and only then show us him convincing Grace into the mission. Jumping so fast to the recruitment scene made us think of Grace as a replacement. She’s a great addition to the franchise, but McQ is making us hate her.

10. Luther said “Why else do you think the Entity wanted Gabriel to kill someone you cared about?…” Why wouldn’t he say “Why else do you think the Entity wanted Gabriel to kill Ilsa? My point is, no mention of her after she died.

11. Benji yelling “Ethan! It’s dead, it’s very very dead!” When the ‘mask making’ machine fries, is a tasteless remark considering the circumstances.

12. Don’t show us any face of any woman, before Ethan makes the motorcycle jump , that was unnecessary and corny (McQ tries to avoid that kind of stuff but when he decides to use them, puts those scenes in the wrong place)

13. When Ethan is over Gabriel with a knife on his throat, even though I saw Gabriel’s blood on the knife, I didn’t feel Ethan determined to kill Gabriel to avenge Ilsa or Marie. Maybe the flashbacks of them would’ve worked better at that moment.

All this would’ve being great to give us, fans, closure. I would’ve gone home slightly less frustrated and maybe return for more viewings.

[clintbartonslover]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟

Clint Barton x Reader

Word Count~ 616

Warnings~ Kinky but nothing much... Kinda cheesy tbh

Summary~ Frustrated from a long day and Clint trying to teach you how to do Archery ends in a very pleasant way...

“I'll never get it!” You shout at Clint, slamming the door in his face and tossing the bow you were carrying onto a table. “You nearly had it.” He replied, opening the door and coming in behind you. “ Yeah, if that’s what you call nearly hitting the dog, then I’m doing remarkable!” You rolled your eyes as you headed to the kitchen to start lunch. “That was one time, but you almost hit the target before you came in and slammed the door in my face.

He picked up your bow and put it beside his. "Is Lucky ok? It startled me he came out of nowhere." He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you. Kissing the top of your head, "Luck's ok, you missed." You let out a sigh of relief,

"Good, just don't let Kate know what happened."

"I won't." He placed both hands on the counter on either side of you. "Clint...The kids..." You try to move away from him. "They're at school." You glance at the calendar and look back at him. "I forgot, but the food will burn."

He proceeds to turn off the stove and walks back to you. "Now it won't." He says as he goes back, repositioning himself in front of you. "Aren't you hungry?" You ask right before he leans in to kiss you. "That depends..." pulling you closer to him. "Are you?" Your hands wrap around his neck, pulling him in closer to you.

You feel his hands slip around your waist as you allow your fingers to wander into his hair and entangle themselves gently, tugging. You hear a low growl escape his lips as he breaks the kiss. " For someone concerned about the kids a few minutes ago..." You look up at him, " Clint, please, it's been a long day. I forgot it was even a school day."

He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows "All right then, how about." before he could finish his sentence, you two broke away from each other from the sound of the door slamming " Clint? " somebody called out. You hear toenails clicking down the hall, followed by a crashing sound. Who is that? Who's here?" You whispered to Clint as he was walking past you. "I'm convinced it's Kate." A girl and a one-eyed golden walk into the room where you and Clint were.

Throwing her bookbag onto the counter, she grabs an apple and sits down, putting her feet on the table. “I thought you still had a few classes left this afternoon, and I told you not to put your feet on the table.” kate puts her feet down and looks up at Clint “ I only have afternoon classes on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday why did I interrupt something?” you go and sit beside Kate, “ No, you didn’t. But What was the crashing sound?"

She gets up and brings back a piece of a mug you left in the living room earlier that morning, “ I accidentally broke this, I’m sorry.” you smile as you shake your head. “ Don’t worry about it, I’ve got plenty more. Why don’t you take Lucky for a walk? I think you came in just when Clint was about to tell me something.”

You look over at Clint as you bite your bottom lip, “Like mission stuff?!” Clint rolls his eyes “ Yeah, kid…it's probably going to be a while, so why don't you take your bow and arrows and any of your homework.” Kate grabs her stuff and walks out with Lucky. He raised his eyebrows, cocking his head “How about we discuss that mission stuff now.” He asked as he pulled you into him again.

[astrowh0re]

☾without you ☽ ✦﹒✶

- i got really tired at the end, apologies

neteyam x f! reader (aged up) ☆。⺌ warnings// angst/ language/ slight smut/ hurt/ mild violence ☆ word count -> 1.9k

====== neteyam, lo'ak, and y/n were only supposed to be scouting the raid, jake told you all specifically to stay out of trouble. but trouble is not something that is easily avoidable... =========

jake had let the three of you on his mission on the grounds that scouting for bogeys was the only thing you would be doing while he carried out his plan of shutting down a transport train that the sky people had passing through na'vi territory.

a gentle breeze blew through your hair as your ikran drifted through the clouds, but you was anything but calm. to your left was lo'ak and your right neteyam. the sight of neteyam perched on his ikran, his strong arms directing it, and his braids covering the upper part of his face made your stomach twist. you had been going on these missions in training with jake. you wanted to live up to your family's legacy of being fierce warriors and the sullys were family friends. you had known the two sully boys your whole life, but a new feeling rose up in you during these recent missions. the way neteyam always made sure you were always out of trouble and safe, or directing your body when teaching you how to better your archery skills made a heat collect in your lower body. you had always loved neteyam, but this was different. you were freshly 19 and neteyam had very much matured, you knew that you would both need to find a mate eventually, but you had been so preoccupied in your training that it hadn't crossed your mind. the thoughts added to your anxiety. you had been up there for a short time, but your nerves had made it feel like forever. there hadn't been any heat in the sky, but the train had just been blown off it's tracks and the ground squad was raiding it's contents for weapons. the sight of the large guns made lo'ak keen with interest.

"bro we have to go check it out," lo'ak shouted over the sound of the rushing wind.

neteyam gave him a stern look that said, absolutely not.

"dad will skin us!" he said in his typical brotherly tone.

"lo'ak i really don't think we should abandon our post," you said uneasily, eyes darting through the clouds.

before either of them could further convince lo'ak he took off towards the train with a laugh following the path of his ikran. neteyam gave you a look and followed after him with a growl.

you were close behind, and landed your ikran, sliding off of her and disconnecting the queue. lo'ak was holding a large weapon aiming it like he knew how to use it.

"you don't even know how to use that thing," neteyam said rolling his eyes.

"yes i do, dad taught me" lo'ak scoffed.

"you two are going to get us in trouble, jake is never going to let us do anything on missions again if we keep this up," you said trying to get the two to leave. the adrenaline in your body was making the dangerous situation more anxiety inducing.

"y/n's right, its not safe down here." neteyam said giving lo'ak another look.

"oh cmo-" lo'ak wasn't able to finish his sentence as one of the gunships that had been taken down hurled toward them.

you couldn't even make it to your ikran before you hit the ground in a painful tumble. pain was shooting through your body. you couldn't see anything but the dust that was choking your vision and the rubble flying towards the ground. your lower abdomen was on fire and your ears were ringing in the most horrible way. pure panic filled you.

a mangled cry for help left your mouth, but you couldn't find the strength to escape the terror that seemed to immobilize you. looking down you saw the cause of your immobility. a large piece of metal debri stook out of your side and a numbness overtook you. the sight was so nauseating and your vision went from fuzzy for black.

you felt strong arms hoist you up. and you immediately recognized their familiarity.

"get her on that ikran and out of here. now." you could hear the boom of jakes voice.

"i've got her," you felt neteyam's chest vibrate at his words.

you felt the roughness of his ikran on your skin and the way his hand tied your body to him to ensure you didn't slide off as he took to the setting sky.

"ne-teyam.." you mangled out, trying to open your eyes more. but the pain held your words in your throat.

"hey hey its ok, don't move, we're almost there," neteyam comforted you.

the last thing you remember was the suffocating pain that raked your body and the look on neteyam's face when your eyes rolled back into your head.

his body was shaking from the panic he felt, you had never looked so weak in his life, and the part of the metal he couldn't remove from your body hung out from an angry gash in your side. He held on to you in desperation and flew to the village as fast as he possibly could without causing you any pain.

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your eyes fluttered open as you two landed in the hallelujuah mountain base. you were huffing trying to grit through the pain as neteyam untethered you and carried you bridal style to his grandmother. you look up at him for solace and were met his pleading yellow eyes.

"its ok, you're ok, just hang in there." he said shakily.

his name was the only thing that seemed to make it past your lips.

he barged into the tent and mo'at's hands immediately found your body. tuk let out a cry when she saw your state.

"y/n, what happened to y/n!?"

neteyam set you down as gently as he could. he was ushered away from your form as mo'at and kiri urgently got to work trying to help.

"one of the gunships exploded, and she was right there" neteyam said running a nervous hand through his hair.

"did you try to take this out," kiri questioned motioning to the large piece of metal mo'at was carefully trying remove. crys leaving you at her actions.

"yes. i didn't know what to do, she wouldn't have fit on my ikran if i had." neteyam said, scared he may have hurt you more in his efforts.

"please— i... neteyam make it stop—" your cries were killing neteyam.

if you left him before he ever told you how he really felt or left him with a y/n sized hole in his heart, he didn't know if would live. eywa have you in her prayers. what if he never made you his mate. or held you. or felt your touch or shared his love with you. he was spiraling. he didn't think anything anything mattered more than you. he was going to kill lo'ak for this.

neteyam was forced out of the tent by kiri and he stood there for several moments consumed with worry. the cry of his dad's ikran made him snap out of his thoughts and towards the sound.

he made his way to his father his head bowed in shame. he had never felt this much regret in his life. he failed his duties, and he let y/n and lo'ak get in danger.

"what were you thinking. you know better, you're supposed be the older brother." jake seethed. his teeth showing as he glanced between his two sons.

"i understand sir, i didn't mean to let this happen." neteyam said.

"you're right, this wasn't supposed to happen. and, it won't happen again because you two are grounded. no flying for the rest of the month and no more missions."

before lo'ak could say anything neteyam let out a "yes sir." and submitted to his father.

"lo'ak go tend to the ikrans." jake directed towards his youngest.

"but—" lo'ak tried.

"now." he growled.

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neteyam spent the night by your side, petting your hand and watching for any signs of discomfort. he could barely sleep. his heart tangled in worry.

when you finally woke up your voice was groggy.

"neteyam... are you ok, is lo'ak ok?"

the first thing you were worried about was him and his brother and neteyam felt his soul light up with his admiration for you.

"i'm ok, of course i'm ok. i thought i lost you y/n." worry was laced in his words. he was dabbing your forehead with a wet cloth and his hand were dusting across your skin. you closed your eyes at the feeling. the pain in your side was duller than when the wound was made, but it still throbbed angrily. the feeling of neteyam's touch was lulling you. it felt so good it distracted you from every other sensation.

you grabbed his hand and pressed it to your face. your brain was thinking the straightest. "that feels good," your face was hot but his hands were cold and easing your pain.

his ears twitched at your words, and he noticed the way your body keened towards him. did you feel the same about him? he softly began tracing the glowing freckles on your face and made his way down to your lips. you eased up off the mat and rested your weight against him. you were so close that if he leaned forward he could close the distance between the two of you. your tail wrapped around his calf, and you hazily peered at him.

the air in the room was heavy and there seemed to be a very obvious understanding between the two of you. neteyam leaned forward and kissed you with the delicacy of a shimmyfly's wings. you lost your breath in the kiss, and reached for his arm. the lean muscle grounded you and you let neteyam ease you onto your back. he was being so gentle. the feeling making you lose any sense you may have previously had. he ran his hand along your thighs, careful to avoid your injury. his kisses peppering along your neck, his teeth grazing your neck. a whimper escaped you and neteyam's tail flicked at the sound. his scent was intoxicating.

the way y/n, who was always so fierce and serious, was underneath neteyam's large frame in submission was sending his mind into a fog. before he entered a state of little judgement, he stop his soft assault on your skin, much to your dismay.

you both sat there breathing heavily. your pupils like large disks, raking over neteyam's body.

"when you are better, and i can give myself to you y/n, i will." he was playing with the beads in your hair.

you whined, "neteyam, i'm fine it barely even hurts anymore, i've waited so long for you"

he took your hands and pulled you slightly to up towards him, sitting you in his lap. you let out a slight sound of pain at the action and neteyam gave you a look. "barely hurts?"

you let out a soft laugh and settled with the feeling of neteyam comforting you as his hands raked along your back. you both had admitted your feelings for eachother in your own way and you knew there would time to do much more in the future.

"cmon let's get those bandages changed," he said using his strength to lift your slender body, "you'll heal in no time." his signature smiled flashing across his face.

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i finished this so incredibly late but i hope it wasn't too bad. hopefully more to come in the future... it's been so long since i last wrote anything !

[idontwanttowhy]

Review: The Legend of the Blue Sea (2016)

Lots going on...in a good way!

Synopsis:

On vacation in Spain, con-artist Heo Joon-Jae encounters a mysterious woman sporting a precious bracelet. They spend two days together as he conspires to obtain the bracelet for profit. Meanwhile, modern-day bounty hunters have been sent to capture Joon-Jae as revenge for a past conning. He and the woman are eventually cornered at a lighthouse on a cliff, where she convinces him to jump into the sea to escape. Upon becoming a mermaid when they hit the water, she saves him from drowning while erasing his memories of her with a kiss, and promises to visit him in Seoul.

A few months later, Joon-Jae is tortured by gaps in his memory and a picture with a woman in Spain he doesn't recognize. He bumps into her in Seoul, and, determined to have her fill in the gaps, brings her to his home for interrogating. But she seems out of place, keeps mum, and claims she doesn't have a name. Her naïveté earns her the name Sim-Cheong (meaning: very stupid), and she is taken under the wings of Joon-Jae and his associates/roommates as she learns the ways of Seoul while pursuing her own personal mission.

At the same time, Joon-Jae has also been plagued with dreams about the life of a nobleman who looks just like him, from the Joseon era--Kim Dam-Ryeong. With the help of a neuropsychiatrist and a former classmate/forever friend-zoned admirer Cha Si-Ah, Joon-Jae uncovers more about Dam-Ryeong, and heeds his warnings to not let history repeat itself.

And with all this going on, Joon-Jae also navigates having been estranged from his now sickly father, looking for his birth mother, and fighting with his step-mother and step-brother for a seat at the chaebol table as the rightful heir.

AC Overall: 8.5/10, renewed hope in Lee Min-Ho

This drama had been on my list since forever, as it's a kdrama classic, but I'd been avoiding it since being traumatized by Lee Min-Ho's Boys Over Flowers performance (the beginning of it--I never even finished the show). That being said, I should've watched it sooner! A classic fated-love drama with resistance from the male lead at first, and a Lee Min-Ho redemption to boot. He played Joon-Jae so well it almost (...but not quite) made me want to take a second stab at watching The King: Eternal Monarch. His role as Joon-Jae called for a range of emotions, and he did that beautifully. I can't believe I'm saying this but, he was adorable? As a 6'2" man who doesn't fit the stereotype of a soft male lead?? The main couple was sooooo cute, with Sim-Cheong trying to seduce Joon-Jae and Joon-Jae (unsuccessfully) resisting and then actually fully falling into it and....UGH. MY HEART!

The side characters were great too, and the story developed organically, in a way that was intriguing and not too boring or redundant. I was loving this rollercoaster of a drama--until I realized there were 20 episodes instead of 16. Not sure if it was because I had prepared for 16, but those last 4 felt excessive and unnecessary. And still, some strings were left out of the final bow; questions remained unanswered and the overall ending wasn't as satisfying as the journey. First 3/4-ths is GOLD, just be prepared for a few odd last episodes and unfinished business sloppy put together.

AC Comments (spoilers)

There's much too much to go over in a complete way, so I'm just going to nitpick at characters and their actors by making comments rather than whole points:

Let's start with the female lead. Jun Ji-Hyun tried her best as Sim-Cheong; loved her from My Love From The Star (with my fav, Kim Soo-Hyun...I have a condition where I have to mention him whenever I can :), but her acting here was inconsistent. At times she played naive, fresh-out-of-the-water quite well and comically, but in other moments she'd be sage-like--knowledgeable "beyond her years" in a way that was incompatible with her "dumb blonde" persona at all other times. Which only added to my confusion throughout the series of whether she was the same mermaid from Dam-Ryeong's life in the Joseon era, or simply a reincarnation/descendant of that mermaid. They acknowledged that mermaids live longer than humans but never truly clarified much else about them. Which made it harder to understand her meeting Joon-Jae in the beginning, back in Spain. Did they just happen to bump into each other, and that set off history repeating itself, or was there something she already knew before meeting him? Wish they had explored mermaids a little more...

And the last conflict, where Sim-Cheong decides to take Joon-Jae's memories before she leaves on her little sabbatical in the sea was DUUUUMB. He EXPLICITLY said he wanted their memories, and what does she do? Robs him YET AGAIN of their time together. But then Sim-Cheong returns...for what? Just for fun-zies?? Knowing he shouldn't recognize her but that there would be a ~connection~ between them, WHYYYYY would she return to torture and confuse him??? Overall I'm glad Joon-Jae* (*the writers) did the journaling work-around...but the poor guy should've either been left alone again, or not had his memories erased. Preferably the latter.

Now, Lee Min-Ho. I never got the hype, but this drama did it for me. He was able to be both childlike with his schoolboy crush on Sim-Cheong, and a suave man with the way he approached everything else. Unlike his leading lady (sorry love), he was able to balance the two personas expected of him beautifully, and his character did nothing wrong. Which is unusual for me to say of a kdrama man but, here we are. And the emotion! The scene where he breaks into his father's house to get him out before it's too late--broke my heart! Joon-Jae PLEADED with his dad but was ultimately betrayed by his own past and reputation...almost had me in tears when watching, and I'm on the brink of tears writing this now...

And then the other characters; they were cool too. The step-brother Heo Chi-Hyun was a great villian-who-tries-not-to-be-a-villian, and the step-mother Kang Seo-Hee/Ji-Yeon was masterful as the puppeteer of Chi-Hyun and his biological dad Ma Dae-Young. Although, they really lost the plot when Ma Dae-Young lost his memories and thus himself. It's almost as if the writers wanted us to lose our memories of him too or something...;).

Joon-Jae's friends and fellow conmen were cool too, although Tae-Oh and Cha Si-Ah getting together at the end was very...weird. Yet again, it's like they needed to give Si-Ah a happy ending after being betrayed (but not really bc he was never actually yours, girl), and the only way to do that was to have her be in a relationship? Not to mention that Tae-Oh looks like a high schooler...but I digress. I could go on and on about Si-Ah being a puppy for a man who never wanted her but I'd rather not waste my energy. It is what it is.

And I admit, they really had me with the fake-out that Jo Nam-Doo, Joon-Jae's OG, was the ultimate betrayer...I honestly believed it after he was such a dick about Sim-Cheong being a mermaid the first (and second and third) time he found out. But his character was redeemed when it turned out he was only pretended to betray to ultimately save his BFF. PHEW!

There's sooo much more to talk about (loved how Joon-Jae was the only one to hear Sim-Cheong's thoughts--besides the grade-school bestie--, and Joon-Jae's mother played a cool role in the drama too, etc. etc.) but I'll end it here before I do too much (more than I already have). Just...give it a watch if you haven't already, truly is a gem worthy of being a classic.

[princess-of-the-corner]

S2 ep16

For Max's birthday, he wants to go boating in a volcano. After Alex uses the spell, 'Before we see this volcano blow, turn this lava into snow' the trio goes to the substation. While in the middle of telling Harper the story, Harper finishes the story, making Alex believe that she's already told her the story, and 'is turning into Grandma'. Harper then reveals that she read the same exact story in the new book by H. J. Darling, Charmed and Dangerous, The Story of the Lost Wand. Alex then reveals that she hasn't heard of the books and that she doesn't read. Harper then believes that Alex is illiterate, and it is revealed that she doesn't even read menus. Justin then says that he will read the book to see if she stole their stories. While in the Lair, Justin confirms that she did steal the story. He says that he thought he would be the one to write successful stories about their wizard adventures, but his main character would be named Surge, he would carry around a bejeweled cane and have a British accent and an eye-patch.

They then use the IPP to go to an abandoned Paint Your Dish Warehouse that she lives in, but Justin twists his ankle on re-entry. There they meet a grown woman, who knows all of their names, how to cook Boy Salad, and who wears a fishbowl as a hat. Max continues to try to use his secret code to find out if the lair was bugged. It is then revealed that the grown woman is Harper from the future. The adult Harper has come from the future, with the help of a very powerful wizard. She writes about the secrets that Alex has told her, because in her adult time, Max, it is assumed, has revealed wizards, so she writes in their time because it is much more interesting for her readers. Max and Justin yank out a piece of paper from Harper's typewriter they believe to be a new story (it was actually a list of ingredients for snickerdoodles), and Justin scratches his cornea. Future Harper and Alex talk, as where she asks "You seem sad. Did you break up with mason?" And Alex asks, "who's Mason?". Alex becomes angry because she didn't give Harper permission to use her stories. She leaves, and Harper gives Justin the mission to convince Alex to let Harper use her story, making him a future-naut.

Alex is then mad at Harper because of what future Harper has done. Harper becomes mad at Alex for being mad at her and not telling her why, and they stop talking. Justin (now looking like Surge, with an eye-patch and a bejeweled cane) then tries to convince Alex to read one of Harper's books, telling her that they are mostly about the many adventures she and Harper will have together in the future. Alex chooses to give reading a chance and reads one of the books, which then makes want to forgive Harper. Meanwhile, Harper is reading an angry note she wrote to Alex to Max while he was fixing a plate. She hears Alex coming and uses the IPP to escape to the Great Pyramids in Egypt. They follow her and meet a tour guide who tells them that she went to pee-pee' in the Grand Canyon (IPP to the Grand Canyon). Alex yells to her to meet her back at the house. While there, Alex tells her that if Harper wants to, she can write stories about their wizard adventures together. Harper accepts, and while hugging, Alex sees future Harper mouthing thank you. Alex tells Harper to practice mouthing words to people. Harper then turns to see a great hat which is being worn by her future self. Future Harper gives it to young Harper and says to consider it a loan, and Alex says that she'll return it to her. The episode ends on a warm note, with Alex saying that she is an old friend of hers.

Ok so future Harper is here can’t imagine all the paradoxes that creates

Future!Harper: "Ah shit you're still evil right now."

Alex: "What?"

Future!Harper: "What?"

But also like.

I don't think Alex would be as mad because I think she'd rationalize out that even if the current her didn't give Harper permission, the future!Her probably did.

I also think I might retcon Future!Harper's books to be like. Keeping up with the current timeline for the most part. She wouldn't want to write a book about something before it happens or else the Russos could just go buy her book and find the answer.

[saga-project]

It was too much. Too much. It was all too much.

The Krang. His future self showing up, who had been stupid enough to fall into another form of mind control after all the bad experiences he'd already had with such a thing. Three possibly having a mental breakdown all because of him, the way he hadn't been calm enough while visiting her and had potentially only further alienated her from him, the way he was convinced that he was a blight on the face of anyone who had ever known him, the way he couldn't get it together and just be better just be better you idiot just be--

So they'd run. Run away from the pocketverse and their brothers and everything. That was all they seemed to be good at doing these days. Messing things up, and then immediately tripping and falling flat on their face when they tried to make up for it, and then running away when trying to bottle up the anger and hurt and humiliation ultimately boiled over. And now they were here, feeling like they'd run a marathon, feeling like their lungs had been scraped raw as they took a breath of the stale Hidden City air and--

"Don? Don! Where the hell are you-"

Shit. Leo.

You dumbass, you idiotic BUFFOON, you forgot that he could fucking TELEPORT again DIDN'T you--

Their thoughts hissed at them, curling jagged claws around their cranium, and Saga had to fight the urge to scream at them to shut up until their voice was raw. There was no need to make themselves look like even more of a basket case. They simply huddled there, unmoving, scarcely breathing as the familiar sound of Leo's footsteps became louder and louder behind them.

"Don? What are you doing all the way out.....here..." Leo's voice trailed off as he beheld exactly where they were. As he gazed out over the edge of the ledge that Saga was sitting on to behold the abandoned ruins of the Syndicate's former headquarters.

"....I can explain." His voice was so, so small.

"....why are you back here, Don."

".....it doesn't make sense. It doesn't make any sense."

"Don-"

"I miss it, Leo." Saga wasn't even aware that he'd said the words until they escaped through his gritted teeth, his arms coming up to envelop him as some kind of utterly vain grounding technique. "Isn't that fucking stupid? I miss it. I shouldn't! I know I shouldn't! They were abusive and horrible and they used memory wiping spells on me, but a part of me is saying they weren't all bad, that at least I had a purpose there--"

"Don, hey, slow down--"

"And the worst part is, sometimes I think that part is right! At least when I was in there, I knew what I was supposed to do with my life! It didn't matter whether or not I liked it. I just had mission after mission to carry out, and I did. I let them make me into whatever they wanted. I knew what to expect. I felt strong and worthy and valued, even if all of it was twisted and wrong. I didn't have to care about other people, or worry about what they thought of me, or worry about making a misstep....it was easier. And I know that sounds awful to say! I'd never want to go back to that--"

A hysterical laugh, bubbling up from his gut. "But here I am! Here I fucking am. Just the same as I ever was. A miserable failure. Flailing at the surface of those deep, dark waters! I'm drowning and nobody else can see, Leo! They all want to say how good I'm doing, how much better I am now, when I don't even see it myself! When I think I'm twice as broken now as I ever was!"

"I....Don, what--"

"I'm not finished." He stamped his new bo on the ground as if to add import to his words, clenching his teeth. "I don't think....what if I don't actually want to get better? Is that what it is? Every single time I think I'm making progress, I slip and fall flat on my face! And....and I keep messing things up and stepping over boundaries and accidentally being cruel and I don't....I don't.....what if I'm just broken, what if this is all I can be, what if getting better somehow erases all the evidence of what--"

"....evidence?" And Leo's voice was so quiet, then, so confused, that it effectively took the wind out of their sails. They sagged back down into a seated position, covering their face with their hands. "....of what I went through. It's so stupid. I want to get better, I want to be better, but a part of me says that if I'm....I....that I shouldn't even try, that being bad is all I can be, that by getting better I'm just erasing everything bad that happened. Like it was never even there. But it was. It was there. So I came back here to remind myself of how bad it actually was--"

"....oh, Don...."

"I feel like it's fucking pointless to get better because I'll just fuck up again!" Their hands clenched into fists at their side, tears building in their good eye. "Somehow I always do!"

"Hey, hey, come on. That isn't true." Leo moved closer, pulling Saga into a hug before he could protest.

"Isn't it?"

"Fucking up's just.....a part of life, Don. Trust me. I fuck up all the damn time and I'm still going strong, aren't I? And I know. I know....that getting better feels scary. I, uh, have actually been seeing a therapist on Wednesdays--" "Ah, so you weren't doing extra training after all--"

They were broken off by a hand getting playfully shoved over their mouth. "Hey, I'm trying to have an emotional moment here." "Sorry. Continue."

"It's fucking hard to get better, Don, okay? Sometimes it feels like....it feels like one of those big fucking mountains that people love trying to climb. It feels impossible."

Exhale. Looking up at the darkening sky. "It does."

"But it's not."

"....but it's been so long since I first showed up with you guys. And it doesn't....apart from a few things, it doesn't feel better. Not completely."

"But some things are way better than they used to be, Don. Right?"

"....some are worse."

"I know. But my therapist is teaching me....and you're gonna learn too....that those areas are gonna get better too. Trust me. I know what it's like, and I know how hard it is to wanna get better. 'Specially when it doesn't feel like there's, y'know, a.....ehhhhh. A point to it or whatever. But there is."

"....what is that point, then." Saga looked at him sideways, considering.

"Think it's different for you than me. Me? It was me just kind of suddenly, like....having it click that getting better was gonna hurt like a son of a bitch, and it felt like it was easier to just be hurt, but it wasn't. And the whole point was to like....understand that no matter how bad it gets, it's gonna get better eventually."

"What if it doesn't. What if I just keep ruining things with people."

"I don't think you ruined anything, Don. You're good at fixing things. And even if it is, you still have me and Raph and Mikey. You still have Theatre, 'cause I swear that guy would see the good in a fucking cockroach if you let him--"

A quiet snort.

"Seriously, though. You're gonna have us for forever. No take backsies. Even if you getting better takes a reallllllly long time. And we'll keep reminding you. And I don't think anyone in the pocketverse is mad at you. With the possible exception of that Baroness fucker, they all seem like good people."

"....okay." They looked back down to the abandoned Syndicate headquarters, exhaling and trembling in Leo's hold slightly. "....I hate this place."

"I know."

"I hate it. It hurt me."

"It's never gonna hurt you again. I promise. None of us will let it. It can't hurt you anymore. And you never have to see it again, if you don't want."

"....yeah. I think I want that." A beat. "I want to try getting better. I. I have some ideas. That I want to run by you guys." "Okay. I think you should start with calling those therapists in the morning, though." Standing up. Stretching. "Yeah. I should. I will."

"Good." ".....do you wanna blow this place up with me." "Bro, I thought you were never gonna ask."

[stranger-nightmare]

𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 (’𝐓𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: you and Eddie know you have to go back into the upside down to save Nancy, and so you spend one final night together before certain doom…

Warnings: it’s that good shit, that angsty smut goodness, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex (m+f), multiple orgasms, minors DNI, also season 4 spoilers

A/N: ahhh I was so so excited about this idea so I really hope everyone likes it!! it’s kinda long but I promise it’s worth it, I really like this one so I hope you do too! inspiration and title are taken from Save a Prayer by Duran Duran, like I’d highly recommend listening to this song whilst reading this if you can / want to bc the vibes are just immaculate!! I really hope you guys enjoy this <33

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

After escaping the upside down through the gate at Eddie’s trailer the whole gang had now reconvened at the Wheeler house. Thankfully Karen and Ted had taken Holly for some kind of weekend trip, meaning the house was empty and free to be used as your base for now.

You’d already sent the kids, aka. Dustin, Max, Lucas, and Erica, down to the basement to keep safe whilst the rest of you were in the kitchen discussing the ongoing plan.

“Our next move for now is for everyone to get some rest. We’ll go back in at dawn” Steve states firmly, his arms crossed over his chest tightly.

You and Robin both scoff incredulously.

“Dawn?! Are you being serious?” You exclaim at the same time Robin yells “we can’t just leave her there for that long!”

You were about to launch yourself at Steve, to yell in his face about how you need to go back now. Right now.

But you feel an arm slide around your waist, pulling you until your back hit someone’s chest. You feel the familiar warmth of your boyfriend Eddie as he holds you gently in place, his thumb stroking your stomach reassuringly where his arm was now wrapped around you.

Steve looks at you all. His voice may be firm but his composure certainly wasn’t. He was lightly shaking, from fear or from rage you weren’t quite sure. Perhaps it was both.

“Listen to me” he says through gritted teeth. “No one wants to go rushing in to Nancy back more than me, believe me.”

He pauses for a moment before continuing.

“But we’re all exhausted. We’re weak. We’d be no use to her right now. And we’d be no use to each other either. We need to rest, we need to recharge. Then we need to reload with whatever weapons and shit we can find. Then, then we go back for her” Steve finishes with a shaky breath.

You and Robin were both about to disagree when you hear Eddie’s voice cut from behind you.

“Steve’s right. Going in now whilst we're all this beat would just be a suicide mission. We need some rest, even if it is only for a few hours” you feel him shrug behind you.

You twist in his arm, his hand now resting on the small of your back as you look up at him incredulously.

“But-“ you’re about to start but Eddie gently cuts you off, looking at you in the eyes now as he speaks.

“Look, Nancy is smart. And she’s tough. She’ll know how to hide herself for a few hours, and if worse comes to worst, that girl can kick some serious ass when she needs to” he gives you a soft, reassuring smile.

Eddie moves the hand that wasn't on your stomach to cup your face his thumb stroking your cheek.

“She’ll be okay” he hums to you. “She’ll be okay” he looks over to Steve, trying to sound convincing.

But you can tell he’s trying to convince himself too just as much as the rest of you.

“Dawn is only a couple of hours away as it is, let’s just go get some sleep whilst we can. We’ll meet back in the kitchen at six, got it?” Steve finalises.

As much as you hated it you had to admit Steve was probably right. Your body was exhausted, aching, sore, and grimy from running through the upside down and beating the shit out of those demobats. Right now you felt so weak you weren’t even sure you’d make it up the stairs to the spare bedroom where you’d be spending the night.

Steve gives a final nod before turning on his heel and heading up the stairs for the night. Robin gives you a final sympathetic look before she too leaves the room.

Eddie kisses your temple gently and murmurs softly against your skin.

“Come on baby, let’s get some sleep.” 

He gives your ass a light pat, but it’s more of soft, comfort gesture rather than anything crude or sexual.

You nod and sniff back the tears that were fighting to break through. 

You and Eddie find your way to the spare room, right at the end of the hall, passing Steve who was spending the night in the Wheeler’s parents’ room, and Robin who was in Nancy’s room.

As soon as the door closes behind you, you shuck off Eddie’s leather jacket that he’d given to you when you were in the upside down. Steve still had the denim vest. 

Eddie sighs tiredly and begins removing the mountain of decorative pillows that adorned the spare bed.

Whilst he’s busy your eyes scan over the room, eventually landing on a picture frame. The picture sat atop the desk that was positioned against the wall opposite the foot of the bed. It was a picture of the Wheeler family together. Karen, Ted, Holly, Mike, and Nancy.

Nancy.

You feel your body begin to tremble, a sob lodging in your throat. It feels as though your body might break apart from the fear and the terror that coursed through you. You wrap your arms around your body as you feebly try to hold yourself together.

It doesn’t take a second for Eddie to notice and come rushing to your aid. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you tight into his chest, as if he too was trying to keep you from breaking apart.

“Hey hey hey, shhh” he whispers, his breath tickling the top of your head. 

You can feel him twist his head in the direction of the desk, glancing at the picture that had set you off.

“She’ll be okay. She’ll be okay” he tries to be reassuring, stroking your hair as he holds you, but you can hear the uncertainty in his voice.

What Eddie hadn’t realised is that it wasn’t the picture of Nancy that had set you off again. Not exactly.

Eddie didn’t realise that you’d shifted focus whilst staring at the frame, the picture itself going blurry. You were staring at the glass covering the picture. You were staring at the reflection.

The reflection of Eddie behind you.

You shake your head against Eddie’s chest.

“It’s not Nancy I’m worried about” you snivel, trying to contain the sob that was still sat in your throat.

Eddie pulls back slightly to look at you, but he keeps his arms securely locked around you. He raises a questioning eyebrow at you, but you keep your eyes trained on his chest, on the chain that’s looped around his neck. You knew if you looked into those big dark eyes of his you’d lose it completely.

“I mean it is, obviously, of course I’m worried about her” you stammer quickly. “But… I just…” a shuddering breath cuts off your speech as you squeeze your eyes shut and attempt once again to compose yourself.

“What? What is it baby?” Eddie asks gently.

You bite your quivering lip as you unfold your arms so that you can fist them into Eddie’s shirt. You ball your fists so tight into the fabric that it hurts. But you don’t care, you were so scared that letting go would somehow result in losing him.

You keep your eyes balled shut as you speak.

“I’m just so scared Eddie” you whisper. “We barely made it out last time as it was, and now we have to go back, and I just…” your voice cracks as a shudder racks through your body.

“I can’t… I can’t lose you” you sob.

“Hey shhh” Eddie tries to soothe you again, running his hands up and down your back.

But you can feel the tremble in his fingers as they move across your body and you know he’s close to breaking down himself. His hands eventually find their way to your face and cup your cheeks gently, the cold metal of his rings stinging your skin.

“Baby, look at me. Please” his voice is quiet.

You sniff again before opening your eyes to find those gorgeous brown ones staring back at you. His eyes almost looked black in the dark of the room. But above that you could see the glassy reflection of the tears that he was fighting to hold back himself.

Instead of actually saying anything Eddie just tilts his head until his lips find yours. His mouth latches onto yours softly, pressing gently. Yet despite the softness of his mouth there was an undercurrent of urgency in his lips, a feeling of desperation, of a need to just completely and wholly devour you. He presses his lips against yours a few more times before he slowly begins to open your mouth with his own, his tongue sliding against yours delicately. You feel another tear leak from your eye as you become overwhelmed by the moment. 

Eddie’s one hand is flat against your back, pushing your body against his, his fingers digging into your skin. His other hand was cupping the back of your neck tightly, titling your head towards his. Your body was flush against his, the buckle of his belt and the chains on his jeans cutting roughly into your hip bones. His lips mould against yours, the kiss tasting of tears, both yours and his. The taste of him. It was all leaving you dizzy.

Eddie pulls his lips from yours, resting his forehead back against yours, his eyes staring at nothing. He takes a shaky breath before clearing his throat softly.

“You saw me standing by the wall corner of a main street…” Eddie sings softly, his voice barely more than a whisper, broken with barely contained tears.

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion but Eddie carries on nonetheless.

“And the lights are flashing on your window sill.”

You’d already immediately recognised the lyrics from the first line. Save a Prayer was one of your favourite songs, and Eddie knew that.

“Eddie, wha-“

“Shh” he whispers gently before carrying on his hushed singing.

“All alone ain't much fun, so you’re looking for the thrill” Eddie slowly begins to sway from side to side, the two of moving together as you stay enveloped in each other’s arms. “And you know just what it takes and where to go.”

As he reaches the chorus he lifts those beautiful brown eyes of his to meet yours.

“Don’t say a prayer for me now, save it ‘til the morning after. No, don’t say a prayer for me now, save it ’til the morning after...”

He keeps the two of you swaying lightly as he continues to hum through the rest of the song. As you focus on his voice, on the words, you feel yourself start to relax the slightest bit. Your hands unclench from his shirt and move to wrap around his neck, holding him as if the two of you were slow-dancing at prom instead of at the edge of the world. Most of the words are nothing more than a hum to your ears, only certain lines and lyrics sticking out to you.

“And you wanted to dance so asked you to dance but fear is in your soul, some people call it a one night stand, but we can call it paradise” Eddie places a quick kiss to the tip of your nose at this line and you sniff as another tears races down your cheek.

He hums the last few lyrics before he finally reaches the end of his small serenade.

“No don’t say a prayer for me now” he speaks the words soflty now, so quietly you wouldn’t have heard them if his face wasn’t this close to yours. “Save it for the morning after. For when we make it out. Together” his voice is raspy as holds back his own tears.

You open your mouth to speak but Eddie takes the opportunity to crash his lips back onto yours with a bruising urgency. This is kiss is more heated than before, vibrant and urgent, alive with need. He kisses you with every fibre of his being, savouring every taste, every feel of your delicate mouth. You could feel it in his lips; despite what he’d just said he was still kissing you like this really was your last night on Earth.

You both moan desperately into the kiss, your lips parting for the other. Eddie’s tongue slides against your own, moving with a fervour you’d never felt from him before. His hands move to your hips, pulling you impossibly close against his body again. Your mind is spinning, feeling drunk with the intensity of the kiss. Your senses become completely overwhelmed by everything Eddie. His touch, his smell, his taste, the sound of his soft groans against your mouth. Your mind was dizzy with trying to make a note of it all, just in case this was the last night you’d get to enjoy this, to enjoy him.

Eddie parts his lips from yours briefly as he pulls his dirty Hellfire shirt off his body. Eddie places a chaste kiss to your lips before he’s pulling off your ruined shirt too. Your shirt hadn’t even hit the floor before Eddie’s mouth was back on yours, his body moving to fit against yours. One of his hands cups the back of your neck again, not letting your lips leave his for even a second. His other hand swiftly undoes the back of your bra, letting it pop open. You keep kissing him as you shimmy your arms and let your bra fall to the floor. You push your bare chest up against his, moaning at the feeling of his skin against yours.

It was all so real. Eddie was here, in front of you, holding you in his arms, his lips moving with yours. It was grounding, steadying and comforting in the way it made you dizzy. It was all so beautifully contradictory to the chaos of the upside down where you’d been not an hour ago.

Eddie then gently guides your hips, walking you over to the bed until the back of your knees hit the edge. He looks down at you with such love and adoration swirling in those dark eyes of his you swear your heart is gonna burst. He lays you down on the bed gently, his hand cupping your head again as he slowly lowers you down onto the mattress. He’s quick to take his place hovering above you, his hips slotting between yours. He kisses your lips once again before he moves to kiss across your jaw, moving down your neck, to your collarbones. He takes his time, kissing as much of your skin as he possibly can whilst he gradually makes his way down your body. He gives each of your nipples a soft peck before kissing down the valley between your breasts, following the line down the centre of your stomach.

Your nails are raking down his back as he moves down your body. You were overwhelmed with the need to just be touching him, holding him, at all times; desperate to not let him go. He reaches the waistband of your jeans and kisses the bare skin just above. He then looks up at you again with those unfathomably gorgeous eyes. You keep your eyes on each other as he undoes your jeans, gently but swiftly removing them and your panties off your body.

Eddie hooks his arms behind your thighs, spreading you open before him. But his eyes still never leave yours as he begins an assault of kisses across your inner thighs. He kisses up your leg, right up to the apex of your thigh, his breath fanning over where you ached for him. It wasn't that he was teasing you, he simply wanted this moment to last, to remember every detail about your body, how it responds to his touch, how you sound, how you taste. You squirm lightly, your hips pushing upwards, begging for his touch, a whimper leaving your throat.

“Shhhh baby, I’ve got you” he whispers tenderly, his lips tickling the skin of your thigh.

He places one more kiss to each thigh before you finally feel his tongue swipe between your folds. Your head immediately falls back against the pillows, your back arching as Eddie starts to swirl his tongue around your clit. You gasp softly when he hums lightly, the vibrations moving through your sensitive bud.

Eddie eats you exactly the way he knows you like, with a soft swirling and sucking motion. Under any normal circumstances he would be switching techniques just to keep things interesting. But this wasn’t about interesting. This was about making you feel as good as he possibly could. He keeps the pressure reasonably light, only varying the speed. He knew you were a fan of those big, slow build orgasms rather than the quick ones that could come on a little too intensely for your liking sometimes.

Your hand fists in his hair as he slowly but surely works you towards a climax, licking and sucking your clit expertly. Your entire body is alight with pleasure, with the overwhelming sensation that you were alive. Your moans get higher and higher in pitch the closer you get to cumming. You struggle to lift your head back up but you wanted to look at him. You wanted to see him as he took you over the edge into the realm of pleasure. When your eyes meet his again you both moan softly.

Your chest rises and falls quickly, panting as your orgasm finally burns through your body. Your pussy tightens and clenches as Eddie softly works you through your high. He keeps his pressure light and slow again, enough to milk out your orgasm, but not enough to overwhelm you and make you too sensitive. It’s only when your thighs start to tremble beside his head, your body shuddering lightly, that he stops altogether. He kisses his way back your body again, but this time he doesn’t take his time. He moves his lips swiftly up your body until his mouth finds yours once again.

You grab his hair and practically smash his face against yours. This kiss is just as desperate and frantic as before, messy with urgency. Your teeth clash, your tongues colliding. You practically whimper when you taste yourself on his tongue, your fingers knotting even tighter into his hair. He groans deeply into the kiss, his fingers bruising your skin where they held so tightly onto your waist, keeping you against him.

He gives your hips a quick squeeze before releasing you. Eddie does his best to keep his lips attached to yours, even as his focus falters for a moment as he fiddles with the fastening to his own jeans. He quickly undoes the handcuffs that serve as his belt buckle and pushes his jeans down his legs, kicking them off to the side somewhere.

You moan and grind your hips against his bulge, the thin fabric of his boxers doing nothing to stop you feeling how hard he was. He groans deep within his chest as your pussy grinds against him. He kisses you again just before he pulls his boxers off, finally freeing his aching and leaking cock. Eddie moves his arm to rest next your head, leaning on his elbow so his hand could cup your face.

His face overs just above yours, your breathes mixing, your eyes completely mesmerised by the other's. Both your eyes are glassy, those barely held back tears dancing on the surface. You both stare at each others face’s intently, as if you were each mapping the picture into your brains, hoping this image would be seared in there forever.

You’re so lost in the moment, so lost in the dark pits of his eyes, that you almost miss Eddie’s lips moving softly. He speaks so quietly you can’t actually hear the words, but you understand them nonetheless. It’s almost as if you feel them rather than hear them: “I love you.”

At the same moment you feel Eddie’s tip push gently into your entrance. A tiny squeak lodges in your throat as Eddie pushes inside you slowly. Your hands tense around his shoulders as you feel the beautiful burn of him stretching you out. Eddie’s forehead drops to rest against your own, his pants fanning over your face as he gives you a second to adjust to him.

After a moment you nudge your nose against his, pushing your lips to his again, signalling for him to move. He kisses you back feverishly as he begins to move his hips in long, slow thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back deep inside you.

Your moans get lost in his mouth as he gradually picks up his speed, setting a steady, but intense, rhythm. He focuses on pushing as deep inside you as he can with each thrust rather than focusing on speed. He was aiming to hit that sweet spot inside you with each snap of his hips. His face stays right above yours, his eyes staying on your face, your lips occasionally connecting in the odd sloppy kiss between your breathy moans.

You arch your back, pushing your tits against against his chest, the need to be impossibly close to him taking over you again. Your nails rake down his back, pushing his body flush against yours. Your legs move to lock around his ass, pushing him deeper inside you, causing both of you to moan softly.

“Fuck” Eddie murmurs under his breath, his face screwing with pleasure as you squeeze him against you.

Eddie’s body shudders above you, his forehead pushing against yours. He kisses your nose sweetly before he tucks his head into your neck, kissing all over your skin. The hand that rested on your hip slowly travels back up your body, sending shivers through you as his fingers dance across your skin. His hand wraps around your arm, pulling it off his body. You whimper at the loss of contact, still so desperate to be clinging onto him. But Eddie just smiles softly and kisses the inside of your elbow. His hand slides up your arm, gently pushing it up and above you as he does so. When his hand reaches yours he laces his fingers with your own. The cold of his chain bracelet stings your wrist. You can feel the slight tremble in his fingers again as he pushes your entwined hands down into the mattress.

You twist your head towards where your hands were entwined, your forehead brushing against them. Eddie moans against your throat as he takes advantage of the new position, kissing the side of your neck he now had access to. Eddie’s other hand moves away from your face, stroking down your body until it lands on your hip, palming the top of your thigh. You gasp, your body lurching into his touch, when you feel the pad of his thumb connect with your clit, rubbing it in small circles.

Your moans pitch in tone as you feel your body warm with pleasure again, your lower belly tightening with a knot of euphoria. Eddie hears your whines and makes his way back up your neck until his lips are tickling your ear.

“Are you close?” He pants in a hushed whisper.

You twist your head back to face him and nod, your noses brushing as you do so. He kisses your lips desperately again, your moans mingling just as your tongues did.

“Good” he sighs into your mouth. “I want you to cum with me. Cum with me, baby. Please cum with me” his voice cracks with pleasure as he begs you.

You nod silently again, your forehead rubbing against his.

“Cum with me” he repeats with a whimper as his thrusts start to lose their steady pace.

Your eyes meet his again, lidded heavy with pleasure. One last look into the depths of his eyes finally has you tipping over the edge once again.

“Oh, Eddie” you moan faintly, your voice barely audible as you feel the pleasure burn through your body.

You mouth a silent “oh fuck” as your body convulses, your hand squeezing Eddie’s, your cunt clenching around his cock as you feel it twitch inside you. Eddie grunts loudly, his hand squeezing yours just as hard, as he releases inside you. His hips still, pushing into you as deep as he could as he shudders above you.

“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck I love you” he murmurs into your mouth as he fucks you shakily through both your highs.

Your other hand goes to cup the back of his head again, pulling his face close to yours.

“I love you” you whisper against his cheek through heavy breathes.

He groans at your words and sloppily catches your lips with his again. Both of you are trembling, your lips quivering even as you desperately try to keep kissing each other.

After staying like that for a moment Eddie moves to place a quick kiss to your cheek before he slowly pulls out of you. You whimper at the loss of contact, your nails digging into his flesh so tight you were almost certainly going to pierce it.

“Shhh it’s okay. It’s okay. I’ll only be a minute” he hums quietly, his thumb stroking your cheek.

He stands up and pads over to the en-suite bathroom, picking his boxers back up on the way. As promised, not a minute later he comes back with two towels, both wetted with warm water. He’s pulled his boxers back on and you can tell he’s given himself a quick wipe down, the grime and dirt from the upside down now faded from his face.

Eddie sits on the edge of the bed next to you. He takes one of the towels and begins to gently wipe you down, cleaning your inner thighs and ruined pussy where they’d been stained by both yours and his cum. You hear him gently humming under his breath, the tune to Save a Prayer vibrating quietly through the air again.

Once he’s cleaned the remnants of your climaxes he takes the other clean towel and begins to help wipe down any grime from the upside down that still stained your skin. He wipes your neck, your arms, shoulders, anywhere that was directly exposed during your visit to the other realm. He cleans your face gently, giving you a quick boop on the nose once he’s finished. You scrunch your nose at him and he mimics the gesture in return.

Eddie gets up to toss the towels onto the bathroom floor. On his way back to you he finds your underwear and throws them back to you. Normally he’d also give you his shirt to sleep in but alas his Hellfire shirt was still wet and filthy from the upside down. So, for tonight, you would just have to go without. Not that you were really complaining; you were planning to hold this boy so close to you once he got back into bed you wouldn’t need the warmth of a shirt anyway.

You pull on your panties, feeling a little cleaner than before, and then wiggle your way under the covers. The entire time you keep your eyes fixed on Eddie, still fearing that if you took your eyes off him for even a second he might somehow disappear. You were grateful for the fact he was still humming Duran Duran under his breath too. It was just another thing for you to focus on, giving you comfort in his presence. Eddie hums to himself as he gathers the rest of yours and his clothes, putting them in various places across the room so they could dry a bit overnight.

Before long Eddie is padding his way back to the bed and crawling in beside you. He’s barely atop the mattress for a second before you jump him again, throwing your arms around his neck and crashing his swollen lips to yours. Despite your best efforts to calm yourself you feel tears sting your eyes as your lips move with his.

Eddie’s hands move to cup your face again, his thumbs stroking away your tears.

“Shhh” he whispers gently.

He smiles at you tenderly, a tear cascading down his own cheek.

“Don’t say a prayer for me now…” he sings quietly, trailing off at the end, his eyebrow quirking at you with a kind of playful sadness.

You can’t help but give him the tiniest of smiles in return as you finish the line for him.

“Save it for the morning after” you whisper, your voice cracking with tears.

“Mhmm” he hums softly, kissing you again.

“We’ll be okay, sweetheart” he looks at you fervently, his eyes flashing with strained determination.

You can feel the tremble in his arms as they hold you, the waiver in his voice, and know he’s lying. He’s just as unsure and terrified as you are. But you simply smile at him sadly and rest your forehead against his once again.

Perhaps the two of you wouldn’t make it out the other side. But for right now it didn’t matter. He was here, in your arms, holding you so tight it almost hurt.

Tonight you had eternity in each other’s arms.

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A/N: I’m both horny and in emotional turmoil after this asdhfkflld I hope you guys liked it!! <3 also happy stranger things vol.2 day, I’ll see you all on the other side...

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she’s insignificant

chapter 2: welcome home

the umbrella academy x (fem) reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.

warnings: mentions of death, mentions of drugs and alcohol, poor parenting

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“number eight! this is serious! if you do not train properly you will not be allowed to join your siblings on missions.”

“number eight! that’s not how you behave!”

“no, number eight! how many times must you do this before you get it right?”

“no! not like that, number eight! you must be quicker, smarter, stronger! you’ll be a liability”

“no! again, number eight!” 

“number eight!”

“number eight!”

she wished it was stop. the yelling. the shouting. the insults. the pain. the training. all of it. her head hurt. she could feel the anger swirling around, growing. control. she needed control. relax.

she took a deep breath. again. again. she pushed herself over and over until she collapsed. she worked herself to the bone only to always be left with disapproving stares. the scowl. the glare. and then she was alone, forced to pick up the broken pieces and put herself together. she didn’t have her other siblings. their family dynamic wasn’t much of a family dynamic but just once she wished one of them could be there. even just to see what she was going through. it hurt that she was alone. she hated alone.

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“um..” luther slowly stood, unsure. “i guess we should get this started” he looked around at his siblings sitting in parlour. they all sat separately with klaus making drinks at the bar in the back.

“are we having a family meeting?” y/n stepped into the room, confused. she paused as realisation crossed over their faces. “..you forgot me”

“sorry, y/n, we didn’t mean-” allison started, trying to defend them. y/n shook her head.

“no, no, don’t apologise. it’s okay.. let’s just get this over with” she waved off any concern, taking a seat beside vanya. in her lap sat a familiar book. 

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“you’ll be okay” ben spoke softly, gently bandaging y/n’s arm. he gave her a small smile. the pair sat in the back of the library, secluded and separate. the others were too wrapped up in themselves to care. 

vanya stepped over a moment later. she frowned at the tears on y/n’s cheeks. taking a seat beside her she offered them the cookies she had stolen from the kitchen. they weren’t meant to have any until dessert but ben and vanya found this much more important. y/n sniffled, taking the cookie in her good arm. 

“thanks v” she gave a watery smile, eating a big bite of the cookie to stop the sobs about to escape her mouth. ben and vanya shared a frown over her head. 

“should we read something?” ben offered, pulling a random book off the shelf behind him. y/n merely nodded, she needed this to calm down her raging emotions. these two were the only two who understood. if her emotions went haywire so would her powers. 

“hm, little women? i didn’t think dad would have this” ben smiled at the cover. 

“pogo got it for me” y/n murmured softly, listening to her brother’s soothing voice as he read. she smiled, they were always able to calm her down.

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“so, i figured we could have some sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown, say a few words” luther started again, “just at dad’s favourite spot”

“dad had a favourite spot?” allison asked, confused. 

“yeah, you know. under the oak tree” luther nodded, eyebrows furrowing. “we used to sit out there all the time.. did none of you ever do that?”

“will there be refreshments? tea, scones” klaus interrupted, walking to join them with a cigarette between his fingers and a glass of alcohol in his other hand. “cucumber sandwiches are always a winner” he waltzed over beside y/n who smiled at his laid-back attitude.

“what? no” luther shook his head, “and put that out, you know dad didn’t allow smoking in here” 

“is that my skirt?” allison questioned, looking down at klaus’ attire.

“what?” he mumbled distracted. he put his glass down before turning around. “oh, yeah, this. i found it in your room. it’s a little dated but its very breathy on the.. bits” he gestured.

“listen up” luther put on his leader voice, commanding as usual. “there’s still some things we need to discuss, alright?”

“like what?” diego snapped, obviously sick of this.

“like the way he died” 

“and here we go” diego rolled his eyes and luther glared at him.

“i don’t understand.. i thought they said it was a heart attack?” vanya spoke up, confused. klaus plopped down onto the couch now, wrapping his arm around y/n.

“what? he had a heart attack?” y/n’s eyebrows furrowed, she hadn’t been told that. they all looked at her, surprised.

“you didn’t know?” allison asked softly,

“no? you did?” 

“that’s only according to the coroner” luther chipped in, still pushing his theory.

“well, wouldn’t they know?” vanya raised an eyebrow.

“theoretically”

“theoretically?” allison asked.

“look, i’m just saying at the very least something happened. the last time that i talked to dad he sounded strange” 

“oh, tell us please” klaus gurgled through his drink, not at all serious. y/n would have laughed if she didn’t see the real reason luther was bringing this up. he thought one of them did it.

“strange how?” allison continued to push, incredulous. 

“he sounded on edge, told me i should be careful who to trust” luther frantically tried to convince them.

“luther” diego sighed, standing “he was a paranoid, bitter old man. he was starting to lose what was left of his marbles”

“no” he quickly shook his head, turning to him. “he must have known something was going to happen. look” he looked over at klaus. “i know you don’t like to do it but i need you to talk to dad”

klaus rolled around, disagreeing, “i can’t just call dad in the afterlife and be like dad can you stop playing tennis with hitler for a moment and take a quick call” he waved his cigarette around, sitting up and letting go of y/n.

“since when? that’s your thing”

“i’m not in the right frame of mind!”

“you’re high?” allison looked up,

“yeah, yeah!” klaus laughed, nodding his head, “i mean how are not listening to this nonsense?”

“well, sober up, this is important” klaus merely sighed, “then there’s the issue of the missing monocle” 

diego scoffed, “who’s give a shit about a stupid monocle?”

“exactly, it’s worthless” luther was only digging himself a bigger hole, “so, whoever took it i think it was personal. someone close to him, someone with a grudge”

“yes, cause that’s all we need” y/n rolled her eyes, exasperated “more grudges”

“where are you going with this?” klaus narrowed his eyes, confused.

“well, isn’t it obvious, klaus?” diego sneered up at luther, “he thinks one of us killed dad”

luther opened his mouth to deny it but nothing came out. it was true.

“and i bet your top suspect is little y/n” diego pointed a finger right at the said girl. she froze.

“what?”

“you do!” klaus sat back, shocked. 

“how could you think that?” vanya stared in disbelief.

y/n stood abruptly and everyone watched as her eyes turned black. the same way they used to when she had trouble controlling her emotions. they watched as she quickly shook her head, storming out.

“great job luther” diego mocked, “way to lead” then he begun to walk away. 

“that’s not what i’m saying” he tried to defend himself but nobody listened.

“you’re crazy man, you’re crazy.. crazy” klaus stood too, picking up his drink. vanya went to walk away, following diego.

“i’m not finished” luther attempted to stop them. 

“okay well sorry, i’m just gonna go help y/n murder mom, i’ll be right back” he commented sarcastically, walking away. 

“that’s not what i’m saying-” it was no use.

y/n curled up beside ben’s statue, book pressed against her chest. she took deep breaths, trying to regain control. her breath came out shaky as she rocked slowly. eventually she relaxed, leaning into the side of the statue. her cheek pressed against the cold concrete. with a final sigh she looked up at him. 

“hey..” she spoke softly, “i brought our book” she gave a weak chuckle, showing the statue the book she had been cradling. 

“i finished again.. should i start again?” 

diego stood in the doorway, watching her talk. he frowned, she was so sweet. it wasn’t her fault she was born with such a horrible curse. he understood why she got along so well with ben, they both hated their powers. it made training unbearable for them. she begun to read aloud, still leaning into the statue as she sat on the gravel covered floor. with a sigh he walked away, she would be okay, she just needed time. 

time didn’t heal y/n, no matter how much she wished it would. she didn’t have anybody, everybody left her. she had to get over everything all by herself. her words started to come out stuttered, her voice cracked. slowly she begun to sob, tears wetting the pages of her book. she wiped them from her face, standing up. she had to be calm.

she spared one last glance at the statue before walking away.

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“number eight, you must always keep your emotions in check” reginald scolded, glancing up from his notebook. he scribbled something else, ignoring her watery eyes.

“b-but i can’t” she sobbed out, she was young. her siblings were allowed to show emotion why couldn’t she?

“then you are weak!” reginald snapped his book shut, raising his eyes to glare at her. the words shouldn’t have hurt as much as they did. she was never enough, she was always going to be weak. she needed to do better, to be better. to be strong. 

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“emotions, number eight” the girl supressed her smile at the name her mother had just given her. he wouldn’t even use it. her face fell blank.

“emotions, number eight” the girl took a deep breath, no anger. nothing. you cannot feel. she closed her eyes for a moment, controlling her urge to destroy something. she opened them to see a confused diego. this wasn’t how she was meant to react, he had stolen the ring her mother had given her. she just walked away. 

“emotions, number eight” she caught ben’s eye across the table. he nodded softly. she breathed calmly, no dessert. she was weak, she didn’t deserve dessert. five frowned from beside her, looking between her and their father. something was wrong.

“emotions, number eight” reginald turned on her. she stood, hands gripping the table until her knuckles turned pale. how could he let five go? as she raised her head she heard gasps from her siblings. pogo and reginald shared a look as she glared at the latter, taking a moment to calm herself. it wasn’t working. she was struggling to keep her emotions at bay, she couldn’t supress them. “y/n..” vanya whispered as she ran from the table. she couldn’t do it. he was gone and she hadn’t stopped him.

“emotions, number eight” she couldn’t do it. not this time. she shook her head. her eyes filled with tears. she couldn’t. “number eight! emotions!” she shook her head again, all she could feel was pain. it was her fault. she let him die. her siblings must hate her. her father hates her. ben would hate her. she let him die. she watched him die. 

“number eight! your emotions!” reginald’s voice got louder and she heard herself scream. everything was crumbling. he was gone, it was her fault. “number one, do it” 

it was all.. her fault..

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on her way to the staircase she paused. her eyes lingered on the painting. five’s painting. she felt herself move without wanting to. she stepped into the room, looking up at her brother sadly.

“i’m sorry” she frowned, “i’m so sorry, five. i shouldn’t have let you go. i should have gone after you. i’m sorry, you must be so alone and i lied. i’m sorry for lying.. i should have done better, i should have listened to dad.. i couldn’t bring you back and it’s all my fault. it’s always my fault.. i’m sorry five, i’m so sorry..” 

“sweetie?” she looked over to see grace. “who are you apologising to? did something happen to you?” the blonde robot walked over, glancing over her to see if she had hurt herself.

“oh, no, it’s okay mom” she smiled fakely, trying to reassure her mother. “i was just thinking out loud. nothing to worry about”

“oh, alright, sweetie” she smiled again, “how about something to eat?”

“i’m okay, thanks. i think i’m just going to rest” grace nodded, allowing her to leave.

she wouldn’t be okay, not until she could stop blaming herself. she took one last look at five' picture before she closed her eyes, trying to stop her tears. when she opened them she appeared in her bedroom. she quickly shut the door, locking it. at least in here she couldn’t do anymore damage.

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“number eight” reginald’s voice was disappointed but y/n couldn’t find it in herself to care. so what if she was a failure, she had always been one anyways. “you are no longer allowed to go on missions with your siblings”

she didn’t raise her head. he wasn’t done. this is what she deserved. “you will instead be working on locating number five”

she froze, staring up at him in shock.

“what?”

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a flash of blue light outside her window broke her out of her thoughts. she stood from her bed, glancing down at the courtyard. it couldn’t be..

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Right From Left

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 3085

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Zemo being a punk, Bucky getting a little scary, some feelings, Sam being his fantastic, amazing, caring for everyone self

A/N: Here it is! At long last! I’ve been waiting for this episode and it was…holy fuck. I barely have words. And I can’t start or else I’ll be ranting for pages. Anyways, I know this Part is a little on the shorter side - not by much, but it still is - and it doesn’t even cover half the episode, but I’ve had a long day and I’m tired, so I’m going to sleep. I wanted to stop before Walker entered the picture too, because then I’m just gonna get more riled up and I’m working later. I’ll probably have another part out today, and then I’ll finish it tomorrow. Unless I can finish it today. I’ll try, but no promises.

Feel free to rant to me about the episode or the show, too, guys! My friends and I have been going back and forth about it for the past few hours. I’d love to hear your thoughts! I think that’s all for now.

As always, this isn’t beta’d so please excuse any mistakes! Thank you for reading, be kind to yourself and others, enjoy this part and stay tuned!

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!SPOILERS BELOW CUT!

You were avoiding him.

When you first got to Latvia, he had pulled you aside, eyes wide and pleading. “Doll, listen-”

“I really don’t think right now is the time to have the discussion we’re about to have.” Shaking your head, you avoided his gaze, your stomach twisting into knots. It was too much for you to handle; you couldn’t focus on the mission at hand and try to unravel the emotions that were making your gut flip like a gymnast. There were too many thoughts in your head, and you needed a clear mind.

“But-”

“Once this is all done, and our lives aren’t in danger. Once we’re back home, then we can talk, okay? Just…please. Not here. Not now.”

And he dropped it. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk about it. You just couldn’t. You had always been a ‘leave your baggage at the door’ type of person. Don’t mix work with personal. Not like you had much “personal” anyways when you first decided that was how it should be. And then your coworkers became family and your motto got a lot harder to follow. But you still followed it. And you would continue to follow it.

But that made you start avoiding him. Whether you meant to or not, everyone noticed, but no one said anything. Sam shot you a look when you didn’t offer to go with Bucky when he had to check something out. Zemo raised an eyebrow when he came back and, instead of immediately questioning him, you sat still on the couch, eyes glancing up briefly, before going back to playing with the strings of your hoodie.

You were paying attention to their conversation, especially when Karli Morgenthau was brought up, you just didn’t join in. Not even when Zemo mentioned the Avengers, eyeing you to see your reaction.

Honestly, you were tired, physically, mentally, and emotionally. Your shoulder hurt, your brain couldn’t process what the guys were talking about, and your heart couldn’t take any more hits.

It was something you’d been thinking about…you just thought it’d come after this mission.

“She will not stop. She will escalate until you kill her…or she kills you.”

“Maybe you’re wrong Zemo. The Serum never corrupted Steve.”

For the first time since he first walked in, your eyes met Bucky’s. “Touche.” Zemo pointed at Bucky with a pastry around his finger. “But there has never been another Steve Rogers, has there?”

But you couldn’t wait until after this mission. Not when he was so connected to it. “I think I’m gonna go home.” You blurted out before Zemo and Bucky could argue further, Bucky slumping down onto the opposite side of the couch.

The moment the words left your lips, Sam and Bucky shot up, staring at you in disbelief.

“Wait, hold up. What? Now? We’re so close-”

“Why? Is it your arm? Is it hurting? You should’ve told us-”

“I’m just tired.” You cut in, shaking your head. “That’s all. I didn’t expect this to be drawn out this long when you called, Sammy.”

Bucky’s hand twitched as he hesitatingly scooted closer to you. “Doll, if this is because what happened on the jet-”

“It’s not, Buck.” You tried to give him a convincing smile, but you knew by the look in his eyes that he didn’t buy it for one second. You reached over to squeeze his hand, and when you pulled back, he held on tighter, a sigh escaping his lips as he stared down at your linked hands.

“Okay…if you wanna go home, we can get you home. Just…” His head turned back to you, a pleading pout on his features. “Just…stay. Another day. Please. You can keep avoiding me, I won’t even say another word to you if you don’t want. But stay. Just for one more day.”

Chewing on your cheek, you finally nodded slightly. “Okay. One more day.”

His eyes lit up, before his face fell again when you took your hand back and curled into the corner of the couch. “Let’s talk shop, boys.”

“Okay. So, from my understanding, Donya is like a pillar of the community, right?” Sam easily changed the topic back to the situation at hand, giving you a reassuring wink when you smiled at him gratefully. “So when I was a kid, my Tee Tee passed away.”

Bucky screwed his face up in confusion, straightening his head from where he had it leaned back. “Your - your Tee Tee?”

Sam gave him a look. “Yeah. My-my Tee Tee, yeah.”

Bucky looked at him weirdly. “Who is your Tee Tee?”

The exchange made you giggle a little bit, shaking your head. “Bucky’s a city boy from the 40’s, remember, Sammy?”

“Fine.” Sam rolled his eyes. “When I was a kid my aunt passed away.”

Bucky gave a slight huff, making you chuckle again. You stopped when he smiled over at you, but your grin didn’t leave your face. Even when they were the ones to give you a headache, your fellas were damn entertaining, that’s for sure.

With a sort-of plan in place - the gathering for Donya being no more than a theory, but the only idea you really had - you stretched out from your spot on the couch, twisting to crack your back. “Zemo.” The man stopped his rummaging through the cabinets and looked over his shoulder at you, an eyebrow raised. “Go put some clothes on. We’ve got work to do.”

He gave you an unimpressed look, opening his mouth, but Sam beat him to the punch. “Do as the lady says, man. You’re already walking on a tightrope after you shot Nagel!” Zemo waved dismissively at Sam’s exclamation, heading into a separate room to change out of his robe. “That guy is gonna drive me up the wall.”

“Don’t let him get to that pretty head of yours, Sammy.” You hummed, standing up, wincing slightly as you stretched your sore shoulder over your head.

You could tell Bucky wanted to say something, the way he snapped forwards, hands moving down his thigh like he was leaning over to reach for you, his eyes locked on your injured joint, but, just as he said earlier, he didn’t say a word. But the part that made you upset was…you didn’t stop him. You didn’t tell him it was okay for him to talk to you. You didn’t reassure him that you weren’t purposely trying to avoid him. You simply moved over to the kitchen to get something to drink.

It hurt worse than your shoulder, but you couldn’t handle it. Not then. Not with such an important part of the mission coming up. So you didn’t say anything. You just sipped your water, switching into tactic mode as your mind ran through the scenarios of what could possibly go down in the next 24 hours before you went home.

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Walking under the arch, you couldn’t help but feel saddened as Zemo told you about what the courtyard used to look like. Thanos messed the world up so much more than you realized and, as much as you hated to admit it, the Avengers did have a part in it. Not that they - you - were in the wrong, necessarily. You truly believed you did what anyone in that situation, with the skills and abilities and knowledge the team had, would do what you did. Or tried to do.

“I’m gonna take a look around upstairs.” Sam stated, looking up at the upper stories of the building, before glancing at Bucky. “See what you can find out here. And keep an eye on him.”

“I’ll come with you.” You said, turning on your heel to follow Sam. The back of Bucky’s gloved hand brushed against yours, and instinctually you turned your palm to link your fingers and squeezing. You let go quickly once you realized what you were doing, nearly tripping up the stairs to get to Sam, not daring to wait for Bucky’s reaction.

“You’re an idiot.” He stated simply as soon as you met him at the top of the stairs.

“Can we focus on finding Donya right now, please?” You grumbled, moving forwards cautiously, peeking around the corner. You frowned when you saw two guys at the end of the hallway, looking back at you and Sam warily.

“You need to hear what he has to say, cher.”

You sighed, rubbing your forehead. “I know I do. I know. But I can’t. Not right now. I’m just trying to get this over with first. I don’t want too many things on my plate. I might choke.” It already felt like you were drowning most nights.

He paused at your words, giving you a once over, before nodding. “Okay. I can respect that.”

“Thank you.” You told him earnestly. “Now let’s try to get something from these people.”

He nodded in agreement and you two continued forwards with your search. Room after room, people walked out before you could get anything from them, locking doors behind them. The Flag Smashers logo was everywhere, but you expected nothing less from a refugee camp that practically worshipped what they were doing.

Even when you did get a guy to talk to you, he immediately shut you down, leaving you and Sam dejected. The fact that the world had gotten so bad that these people couldn’t trust you and Sam - Avengers; people who used to be heroes and bring hope to others - it made your heart sink.

“C’mon, Y/N.”

“Are we wrong?”

He froze at your question, his lips pressing together. “About what, exactly?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I just…I guess I can’t tell right from left anymore. I always assumed that the Avengers were the good guys. That the actions we’ve taken in the past were us making the world a better place, but…Sokovia and Ultron. Germany and the whole civil war thing we had going on. The entire world and Thanos. We don’t truly ever win. Do we?”

“I can’t answer that for you.” Sam shook his head. “I can’t tell you what to believe or who to believe in. But I can tell you that we’ve made a difference. Steve, Nat, Tony…they made a difference.”

“But was it a good difference? Was it a change? There’s a difference between changing the world and just making it different, Sam.”

He blinked at you, nodding slowly. “Yeah. I guess you’re right. And I don’t have that answer for you either. But they tried. They did what they thought was right. No matter if it was or not. And isn’t that all we can do? Try?”

His words made you think back to the conversation you had with Bucky once he learned about John Walker, which seemed so long ago. When you told him it wasn’t Sam’s fault. That he was just trying. That he did what he thought was right. 

And maybe he was wrong. But he made a decision. It was his decision. To do the right thing. And right then, not for the first time, you could see exactly what Steve saw in the man in front of you.

“You’re a good man, Sam.”

Sam grinned, slinging an arm around your shoulders and squeezing. “And you’re an incredible person, Y/N. Let’s go see if Bucky and the Baron got anything.”

You snickered at his mocking tone towards Zemo and nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

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You didn’t like it. You didn’t like it one bit. So far, Zemo kept proving you wrong. Even when it seemed like he was about to jump ship, he came back. No matter how many opportunities he had to escape, he never did. And it was making you even more suspicious.

You stayed out of Bucky and Sam’s conversation, although you had to agree with Sam’s point, especially with the conversation you just had.

Your thoughts were running a thousand miles a minute, only to be interrupted by Zemo information about the funeral this afternoon. Guess a snake will always be a snake.

“And you, uh, didn’t think this was important information?” You questioned, eyes narrowed and brow pinched.

He shrugged. “You have it now, don’t you, princess?”

Bucky growled at the nickname, leaning back on the couch, threatening Zemo with the Dora Milaje.

You can’t remember a time you’ve ever been scared of Bucky. Maybe a little threatened and intimidated by the Winter Soldier, but never scared of Bucky. And when he stood up after Zemo mentioned leverage, you didn’t expect anything from it; maybe another choke hold or something. So the glass hitting the wall, the clench in his jaw as he spoke gruffly to the Baron, for a mere second, he kind of frightened you. Maybe it was all the emotions you’d been through the past few weeks or maybe it was the adrenaline that seemed to be pulsing through your veins 24/7 nowadays. Whatever it was, it made you flinch, bolting up as Sam did.

You left the room quickly, hearing Sam say something about making a call, hoping to calm your racing heart.

“Doll?” You sat up from the bed you were laying on, legs hanging off the edge. Bucky stood in the doorway, nervously shifting his feet. “I know I said I’d leave you alone, but…”

You gave the bed a pat next to you and he gladly accepted the invitation, padding over to sit besides you. “I don’t want you to leave me alone, Buck. You’re my best friend. I-I just need to take it one thing at a time right now.”

He nodded. “I get it. I wasn’t…I wasn’t coming in to talk to you about that. You said we’ll talk about it later, so we’ll talk about it later.”

“I appreciate that, Bucky.” You smiled at him, before frowning. “What did you wanna talk about then? Are you okay?”

“Did I…did I scare you?”

You blinked at his question, tilting your head. “What?”

Jerking his head to the doorway he explained, “just then. With Zemo. Your heart spiked.”

“No.” You answered immediately. You would never ever admit that he kind of did scare you. It was just for a second and you knew how his brain worked; he’d beat himself up over it, go over his actions for hours instead of getting the rest he so desperately needs and deserves. He didn’t need that on his conscience right now. “I wasn’t - I just…you startled me. I wasn’t expecting that reaction-”

“I didn’t like the way he talked to you.” He spat out, glaring at his hands in his lap. “And then the smug bastard thought he was gonna get away with holding back information like that and I just…I dunno.”

His hand came off his thigh, but he hesitated. Before he could put it down again, you slipped your hand under his, linking your fingers, running your thumb in circles against his palm. “Don’t let him get to you, Buck. Don’t give him the satisfaction.”

A sigh left his lips and he nodded. “I know, I know. It’s just…hard. After everything he put me through - put us through - I…I just hate that he’s really our only option.”

You frowned, shifting on the bed to face him, one leg bending beneath you while the other still hung over. “Why are you so obsessed with catching these guys?”

“I wanna do something right.” He murmured, playing with your fingers. “I’ve done so much wrong…I just wanna do something right. And I feel...responsible for it, I guess. In a way. It’s Super Soldier Serum. I thought I was the only one after Steve…” He froze at the blonde’s mention, giving you a side-eyed glance. You nudged him, silently telling him to continue, that it was okay to talk about him. “And Sam’s right, you know. She’s just a kid. So…I dunno. I wanna help. I wanna do something right. And catching them would help. It’s right. Right?”

You nodded firmly. “I understand where they’re coming from. Karli’s just trying to help the world. But she’s doing it wrong. And that I know for absolute certainty. Which is good, I guess. I was talking to Sam early and I mentioned not knowing my right from my left recently. It’s good I know something, huh? And for you it should be easy telling your right from your left.” You joked, tracing the gold lines on his metal arm. “I guess you’re just gonna have to stay besides me to help me remember.”

Looking up, you found Bucky staring at you with something you recognized in his eyes, but didn’t want to name. “Three hours, forty two minutes and thirty one seconds.”

“What?”

“That’s how long I didn’t talk to you. It was too long.”

You sighed, ducking your head. “Bucky, I’m sorry-”

“I’m sorry. For anything and everything I’ve ever done wrong. I won’t mention the plane or anything we’ve talked about until you bring it up first. I promise. Just…just don’t ignore me anymore? I'm not sure I can handle it for much longer.”

You nodded, watching your fingertips dance along his scruffy jaw. “I won’t.” He caught your wrist, opening his mouth, before shaking his head and closing it. “What?”

He shook his head again. “Not until you bring it up.”

“We will talk, James. I promise.”

“You don’t have to explain. I get it. I really do. It’s okay. As long as we’re okay for right now, I can hold it in a bit longer.”

You nearly asked him what he was holding in, but you quickly shoved the question out of your mind, knowing it would take you down a conversation you couldn’t possibly have right then. “How long do you think we have?”

He shrugged. “I dunno. Zemo just said that it’s this afternoon. Why?”

“I started reading The Great Gatsby on the plane. I’ve got it on my phone. It kinda reminds me of you. Do you-do you think we have time to read some? Only if you want, I mean. Like we used to do in Wakanda?”

He grinned and nodded, scooting up on the bed and flopping down into the pillows. You smiled back, following his lead. Once you were comfortable, your phone out with the chapter you were on, Bucky scooted closer, laying his head on your stomach, hugging your waist. 

“Is this okay?”

Your fingers found home in his hair and you nodded when he looked up at you for an answer. “Yeah. It’s perfect, Buckaroo.”