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manuinout · 8 months ago

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I'm currently having executive dysfunction to make videos, so here's a little concept for my next part of Empathy's fic on Inside Out 2! Of course, this is still a concept which contains my own assumptions of the incidents of the movie, so it will change depending on how the sequel will work. Hope you like it either way!

(If you don't wanna get spoiled for the next part of Empathy, don't click read more!)

Friendly Ghost (Empathy IO 2 concept)

"How am I gonna find my friends like this? This place is huge!"

Empathy walks through Long Term Memory, scanning each corner looking for signs for the other emotions. After the six escaped from the giant glass jar to which Anxiety bottled them up, all of them have been split up, which was a huge inconvenience. If they need to go back to Headquarters to fix all the mess Anxiety is causing, they need to go together.

However, the more Empathy tracks through Long Term Memory, the more they get frustrated. It felt like they were only walking in circles aimlessly!

"You know, it would help a lot to have someone in the area that knows the way to help me walk through this maze," the emotion yelled out sarcastically, pouring their irritation towards the mind workers into their speech. "But noooo! When it comes to people actually needing assistance, the only people working here don't even give a f..!"

Before they could even swear, they stop to take a deep breath to prevent themselves to explode.

"Calm down, Empathy. Don't freak out. You will find your friends, fix everything, and it'll all be okay," they spoke to themselves, sitting down on the ground and resting their back on the shelf of memories to regain their stamina.

"But... I'm lost. I really can't do this alone."

Empathy covers their face with their hands, letting out a frustrated sigh as they run their fingers through their curly hair. At this point, they were wondering if they should just give up and sit there until one of their friends find them. However, that would be a waste of their time, despite being the only option they see instead of losing themselves even more in this gigantic maze...

Suddenly, before they could get lost in their thoughts as well, they heard something plopping onto the ground beside them. Upon turning their head at the source of the sound, they see a purple drawstring bag, multiple little drawings of different candies stamped all over. Has this always been here? This bag looked... ancient. And oddly familiar.

As much as they felt curious to why this bag was here, the emotion didn't see any importance in it. They can't just open other people's bags like that, as strangely this one even showed up by their side.

However, as if it read their mind, the bag bounced slightly closer to them, causing them to lean back as their eyes widen with a mix of surprise and confusion.

... Okay? They must be seeing things at this point. There's absolutely no way this bag inched closer to them like that. Unless there was something inside, waiting to be freed... Did they hit their head, or have been alone for so long that they're starting to go insane?

Before they could even process what they're witnessing, the bag hopped onto them, resting its weight onto their lap...

Empathy wasn't hallucinating. This is definitely real, otherwise they wouldn't be able to feel the worn out fabric and the strings tickling their skin. However, they can't help but question what was going on as the mysterious bag bounced from time to time, as if begging to be opened.

With a raised eyebrow, they see no other choice other than finally opening it. They hesitate, still skeptical about what could possibly be wanting to come out. But slowly and surely, they pry it open. And what came out caught them off guard.

There were pink sparkles at first, but soon enough a top hat pops out, the figure trying to squeeze themselves out of this small bag, but almost ending up stuck. After the individual struggles for a second, Empathy instinctively widens the bag's exit to help it come out. And like that, the unknown being flies out of the bag, bouncing on the walls like a ball.

Eventually, the... pink elephant... managed to keep himself still, resting his hand on his head as he recovers from his dizziness.

"Woah! Getting out was sure harder than getting in. Gotta keep that in mind," He soon shifts his attention to the silver and golden emotion, who was wide eyed. He waves at them with a wide smile.

"Hiya there!"

With a yelp, Empathy quickly tried to stand up and rush to a certain distance away from the creature, however they ended up stumbling and falling back to the ground due to standing up too fast in their panic, to which they started crawling backwards.

"Hey, easy, easy! I won't hurt you!" He reassured while waving both his hands, trying to calm the emotion down, "I'm a friend!"

As Empathy now had a clear look at the individual, his physical form was... complex. He seemed to be made of cotton candy, but shape wise, he was part cat and part elephant... And maybe something else that they couldn't put a finger on just yet. Somehow, he looked familiar. However, one thing that stuck out to them the most was...

"You're a ghost?!"

"Oh, you noticed that part, didn't ya?" He chortled, looking down to himself before continuing, "Well, yeah! I am a ghost indeed! I don't know how... But I'm here."

What he said made sense, since they don't remember the bottom of his body, to which they assume were his legs, being transparent and replaced with little stars that float around from time to time the more the elephant moves in the air. But how? Who is he? Why is he here? And how did he fit in a bag where he usually couldn't?!

"By the look on your face, I think you have a lot of questions to ask."

"Of course I do!" The emotion frantically responded, getting up from the floor while fixing themselves. "Sorry, it's just that when you see something as unbelievable and confusing as this, you're sure gonna doubt yourself. I thought I was going insane!"

"Well, let me tell you this is 100% real! I can only say this because I could pinch you right now but, you know..."

The elephant floats closer to Empathy, moving his hand towards them in an attempt to hold their shoulder. However, despite it landing its weight on it successfully, his hand soon fazed right through, giving them a chill down their spine, and that proves his point enough.

"Ghost hands."

"Okay... so first of all, how did you even fit in this?" They pick up the drawstring bag from the floor, showing it to the ghost, "It's barely even your size!"

He laughs, carefully taking the bag from their hands to answer their question.

"Oh! You see, this bag is imaginary. It can fit anything you want and more!"

"Anything..?"

"Yep! Check this out!"

To prove his point once again, the ghost flipped the bag upside down, and upon opening it, various memories start pouring out like a waterfall. The quantity was so big for a bag this small. Still wondering if they were hallucinating, Empathy approached the pile, kneeling down to lay their hand on one of the memories. And once again, they are convinced that this is real.

"Any more questions? I'll happily answer them if I know it!"

The emotion, standing back up, ponders about what question they wanted to make next, as to understand the situation better. And that's what they were going to question now: the situation.

"Why are you here?"

"Well, I saw that you were pretty troubled while going around here trying to find your friends, and I thought 'Hey, why not help them'? A lot of the mind workers are junk with this kinda stuff, and I know almost every nook and cranny around here, so here I am! Bing Bong at your service!" He cheerfully bows down with a twirl of his hand, using his trunk to raise his top hat and soon raising his body back up, floating forward while waving at them as a request, "Follow me!"

While they walked, Empathy couldn't help but laugh at how goofy this ghost was. It was like he was some sort of cartoon character. However, upon introducing himself, his name rang in their head. They have heard this name before...

"Bing Bong..?" They echo his name for a few seconds, trying to remember where they heard it. Until...

"Wait... You're Riley's imaginary friend, aren't you?"

Bing Bong's eyes widened as soon as they mention his former role.

"You know me? Even though I've been forgotten for... who knows how long?"

"Yeah! A friend of mine back in Headquarters talked a lot about you when Riley was younger! She was a huge fan of yours."

"Oh, you're from Headquarters too?" He asked, to which the emotion nods affirmatively, "Wow, that's amazing! I think I may know who that friend of yours is too, and we'll definitely get you to find her and all the others! Oh, how rude of me... what's your name, lil' buddy?"

"I'm Empathy!"

#no beta we die like bing bong #I'M SORRY I HAD TO 😭#inside out #inside out 2 #inside out oc #inside out bing bong #inside out au #This all contains my assumptions and it may change once the sequel come out lol #inside out fanfic #inside out fandom #small creator #small writer

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thesixthplaneteer · 1 year ago

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OC-tober Day 8 - Past

Pretty late on this one but I wanted to put a little more love into it. Below the break is a write-up for how Nythanel and Noa met. Back in the olden days of the early 80s in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, two young ghouls meet at a disco and have no idea what the future holds. Side note: Nathaniel is the name Nythanel went by after he started his transition but was still in his caring about what other people think era.

The club was bustling but far from a packed house. Nathaniel patted his duffel bag to ease his anxiety and remind himself it was there. He decided on unbuttoning just one more button on his light blue shirt creating a window to his bare chest, ends of the vine tattoos under his breasts just peeking into view. The legs of his gray pants were straight since his domitor disliked the look of flared pants. His white shoes were polished but nothing would buff out the nicks, creases, and scuffs he's built up over time. The music drowned out the voices, the lights were low, and the drinks were flowing. Locals and tourists mingled at the bar and on the dance floor making a menagerie of styles. He took a moment to breathe in the atmosphere. The smell of tobacco and alcohol is strongly present in every breath. The musk of age hasn't set into the place yet, it was practically brand new. Unfortunately there wasn’t time to join in on the fun. He was already running a bit late for his meetup due to his last fight not going too well. He took a deep breath to ready himself and started his search for Joaquin.

Even in the low light it didn't take him long to see the recognizable bulldog, but still handsome, face of Joaquin. He had strong arms and dark hair on most of his exposed skin. He was wearing a red polo shirt that was tight on his chest and arms only making his strength all the more apparent. Nathaniel got a bit excited, it was obvious Joaquin was dressed up for someone. However his excitement was quickly replaced with curiosity for the person sitting next to Joaquin. A girl seemingly too young to be in the club, looking out onto the dance floor. Her dark curly hair was styled to be reserved and combed back with a large pink bow. She had on a pink knitted short sleeve turtleneck. She only seemed to have on eyeliner and mascara but her lips were a stand out red. She seemed so much more proper than him. Posture perfect, hands clasped in her lap. Joaquin on the other hand was leaning back and relaxed with his arm over the back of the girl's chair.

He wanted to stop by the bar for a drink but he needed to know who Joaquin was with and why she was here. Straight to the table he went.

As he drew near he smiled and called out. "Hey Quino!"

Joaquin looked away from the girl and the small smile he had faded. "You show up late and looking like shit? Come on, button that up!" He then gestures to the girl like that was supposed to mean something to Nathaniel.

Nathaniel couldn't pretend to be hurt by Joaquin’s insult, he was kind of right. His lip was split, he was sporting a hell of a black eye, and there was an unmissable bruise on his jaw. His knuckles were red and scraped, the skin on his hands still had the tell tale signs of being wrapped. His loose curly hair was only pushed back in a quick attempt to fix himself up. It certainly was far from his most stunning night.

"Maybe I would have made a little more effort if I knew there would be a guest." Nathaniel then looked at the girl with a smile and held out his hand to her. "Since Quino is too rude to introduce us, I'll do it. I'm Doctor Nathaniel Loken."

Joaquin grumbled under his breath at Nathaniel’s familiarity.

She hesitated for just a moment, then took his hand. "Noa Hidalgo." Her voice was surprisingly deep and reverberant given her stature.

Nathaniel realized why Joaquin was a little more dressed up and why he was being more of a jerk than normal. However he wanted details, to know the fine particulars of who she is to Joaquin. He released her hand and sat down, placing his duffle bag under the table between his feet.

"What kind of doctor are you?" She asked with a genuine curiosity but there was a stiffness in her tone.

"I hold a PhD in biochemistry with a focus on plant biochemistry."

"That's fascinating. Joaquin told me you were a florist." She certainly seems much more friendly than Joaquin.

"He is a florist." Joaquin said, cutting into the conversation.

Nathaniel rolled his eyes. "Yes, I am also a florist. Also a boxer and an arborist. I'm a multifaceted and very talented individual." He said with a smile. "But that's enough about me, tell me about you."

"I-" Noa started before Joaquin cut her off, the hand not holding her chair waving a bit.

"Ah ah ah, remember?"

Noa turned her head to look at Joaquin, her expression not quite a scowl but obviously not happy. She even seemed to sit up a little straighter. "I know what I shouldn't say." She used her voice to full effect and Joaquin seemed cowed for the moment.

“We are here for business, not for you both to get friendly.” Joaquin spat out and glared at Nathaniel.

Nathaniel put his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m just trying to be polite and carry on a conversation.”

“Very well.” Noa said and looked back at Nathaniel. “Do you have what we are here for?”

“I do. All tucked away safely in my bag.” Nathaniel said, mind still racing to figure out who she was to Joaquin. "Take the whole bag. Just bring my underwear back this time, Quino." He gave the obviously unamused man a wink to cap it off.

Joaquin's hand balled into a white knuckled fist. His nose flared and he took heavy breaths.

Noa looked at him with what seemed like concern and worry.

Nathaniel sank into himself a bit. A thought that's popped into his mind pretty often over the last few years popped up again. Did I take it too far?

He sat up and opened his mouth to speak, possibly even apologize, but a giggle from Noa stopped him.

She had a hand covering her mouth as her giggle began to crescendo into a full laugh, cut short by a snort. She then cleared her throat and tried to recompose herself.

Joaquin slumped and looked at her. "Don't laugh, that'll encourage him." He said in a defeated tone.

Her laugh put Nathaniel at ease too. He smiled and enjoyed the tension being broken.

"Don't let him get to you." Noa told Joaquin in between final giggles. "And Dr Loken. No more teasing my brother please."

Nathaniel felt a smug satisfaction at her reveal of their relationship. He got what he really wanted in the end. "I'll do my best to refrain." It now made sense why she was looking so longingly at the dance floor. Protective older brother was hovering too close to have fun. The poor thing. He thinks to himself.

"Come on, let's get this to the car." Joaquin said to Noa as he reached under the table and grabbed the bag.

"Oh, right." Noa said and started to stand. She seemed disappointed.

"Noa why don't you stay so we can get to know each other?" Nathaniel said with a small smile. "After all it seems like we might be working together more."

She seemed to brighten up a bit. "Yes, I would like to."

Joaquin rolled his eyes and huffed. "You're buying the drinks tonight, hombrecito." He said and practically stormed out of the club.

"What would-" She said as she began to sit down. Before she could, Nathaniel jumped up and grabbed her hand.

"Let’s dance!" He said as he started to drag her to the dance floor.

"What?" She said, her eyes went wide and her body seemed to become rigid.

"I saw you eyeing the dance floor earlier. Come on let’s boogie! Before Joaquin gets back!" He said with a grin.

Noa blushed, looking down at his hand then back up at him. "I have only ballroom danced." She choked out.

"I'll lead you then. You'll catch on." Nathaniel assured her. He lightly pulled her to the dance floor and she followed.

"Joaquin will get angry with you." She continued her weak reasoning as Nathaniel started to dance next to her. She was moving with the music as well but stiff and unsure.

"Won't be the last time he gets mad at me either." He said with a self confident smirk.

Over several minutes Noa loosened her movements and pushed through her anxieties to start really dancing. They had only a few more minutes before Joaquin showed back up. Nathaniel was too focused in the moment to see him coming.

Nathaniel felt a large rough hand grab him by the scruff of his collar, yanking him backwards. If it were anyone but Joaquin, he may have found it arousing. He was now face to face with Joaquin who kept his grip tight.

Noa stopped dancing, she seemed worried over what may happen but didn't try to stop it.

"Want that drink?" Nathaniel said, but braced for the possible punch coming his way.

Joaquin looked over to Noa, then back to Nathaniel. "Yeah, that's a good idea."

Nathaniel exhaled in relief that this didn’t devolve into him and Joaquin fighting. Although, considering the damage Joaquin was going to do to his wallet, maybe they should have just fought. The three of them go to the bar and Joaquin gets right into ordering shots. Nathaniel’s own competitive pride forced him to match Joaquin and try to outdo him. The vitae in their blood made getting drunk difficult but before the night was over, they certainly were. Noa on the other hand let the boys make fools of themself and enjoyed non-alcoholic mixed drinks. They drank, danced, and drank even deeper into the night. At least until Nathaniel got a little too friendly with a man that didn’t appreciate it. The one sided brawl was an exciting end to their little private festivities.

“That was the best night I’ve ever had!” Noa nearly squealed when they managed to escape to the outside of the disco, a huge smile showing off perfect little white teeth. Her hands were clenched to her chest as if she couldn’t contain whatever emotions she had. It made Nathaniel smile, definitely refreshing after having to deal with the cold shoulders and angry scowls of Joaquin and the other Hidalgo goons. “Well, stick with me, and the fun nights never have to stop!” He made a small flourish with his fingers, definitely still drunk despite all the vitae. “Your magic man with the plan, don’t forget it!”

Joaquin rolled his eyes as Noa giggled once more, and he grabbed her by the forearm, gently tugging her towards the direction of his car. They said their farewells, and Nathaniel stumbled to his scooter and putted off. The fight, the cool night air, a possible new in to this new world, and the vitae in his blood helping him sober up.

#crownedinmarigolds #vtm #vampire the masquerade #vtm oc #world of darkness #nyth #nythanel #noa #noa hidalgo #noa and nyth #duskborn #oc-tober #bweirdoctober #my writing #hecata #giovanni #thinblood

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theficpusher · 2 years ago

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Home for the Holly Days by LadyLondonderry | nr | 2421 There he is, bowl of batter in one arm and whisk in the other. The wireless is blaring something that distinctly sounds like Fairytale of New York, which would make sense with how much Harry loves muggle music. But. The thing is, is he's doing some terribly odd moves, swaying his hips slightly out of pace with the music but with so much more passion than Louis thinks he's ever seen anybody display about this song. His apron, down to his knees, is swishing back and forth as he moves and - dear lord - his shorts don't even reach as low as the hem of his apron. Louis has to get out of here. Or, Louis’s participating in the Secret Santa exchange between all the Hogwarts professors stuck at school over the winter holidays, and the Sorting Hat may fancy itself a bit of a matchmaker.

if you should try to kiss her by disgruntledkittenface | nr | 3129 It’s kind of their thing now. They make relentless snarky comments to and about each other and exchange meaningful eye contact every time they think no one is looking. At least, that’s what Louis thinks they’re doing, like their own extended lesbian mating ritual. It seems obvious to her that they’re inevitable in some kind of cosmic, grand design type of way; they’re eventually going to end up together and fix up an old house and Nick will build a chicken coop for the backyard (or hire someone to build it, probably) and then they’ll live happily ever after, bickering the whole time. If only she could be sure that’s what Nick thinks they’re doing. Harry's annual Christmas party gives Louis her chance to be brave and tell Nick how she feels.

(looking for) your name in these words by honey_beeing | T | 5330 Rapunzel, I wish you would let down your hair so I could come to meet you. ;) -Secret Santa "Mate, you're blushing," points out Niall as he reads it. (or) Where Secret Santa notes have a way of turning into love letters.

You Are The Only Thing On My Christmas List by KayleeJohn | T | 6008 Niall’s face splits in two in a wide teasing grin and Harry tries to yank his hand away, spitting, “Unbelievable,” but Niall just laughs, throwing his head back before he folds himself on the table top and traps Harry’s hand under his arms. It’s not the worst fate imaginable. Or the one where Niall is the only thing Harry really wants for Christmas.

I Just Want You (For My Own) by BleedMeAMelody | nr | 6147 “I made it so that you’re Harry Styles’ secret santa!” Niall practically shouted, clearly excited by his handiwork. Louis blinked once, twice, three times. “I’m sorry, I must be hearing things because it sounded like you just said that you made me Harry Styles’ secret santa, which I know can’t possibly be true,” Louis said evenly with a shake of his head. “Oh, but it is! I did!” Niall exclaimed happily. Or, Niall is tired of listening to Louis pine over the cute, curly-haired boy who works on the fourth floor, so he rigs the company’s secret santa. Holiday antics ensue.

Will You Still Call Me Superman by el_em_en_oh_pee | T | 6370 When Harry opens his locker, there's a box wrapped in blue tissue paper, wound messily in a skinny white ribbon, just sitting on top of his textbooks. A piece of paper taped to the top of the box readsTo Harry, Happy Christmas! I noticed how you're always chewing on your pencils in class so I thought this might help! -Your Secret Admir Santa xx In which Harry has an overwhelming crush on Liam, the nicest, coolest guy in school, and his friends aren't very supportive of the pain his crush causes him. The jerks.

Potions and Presents and a Partridge in a Pear Tree by b0yfriendsinl0ve | T | 7052 Harry has a bit of a crush, it's Christmas and there's chocolate.

Santa Baby Honey by SadaVeniren | E | 28736 “Let’s cut right to the chase,” Niall said, loading the powerpoint, which was just one page, comprised of Louis’ face and the words How do you solve a problem like this asshole? “It’s the beginning of November and Louis is already being a fuckwit. How are we gonna have him knock that shit off this year?” aka Louis is the CEO of a toy company and Christmas is a stressful time of year so his assistant decides the best way to make him chill out is by getting him laid through a Secret Santa

This Is Not The End by PrettyInSoulPunk | E | 41031 When Niall gets back home, there's a package lying on the ground right inside of his security gate, but he doesn't see it until he nearly trips over it. It's small, so he figures it must have been pushed through the mail slot. Or maybe it was thrown over the wall because it feels soft enough not to be fragile. There's no postage or return address, just a holiday sticker with his name printed on it in handwriting that Niall doesn't recognize.

#secret santa #LadyLondonderry #disgruntledkittenface #honey_beeing #KayleeJohn #BleedMeAMelody #el_em_en_oh_pee #b0yfriendsinl0ve #SadaVeniren #PrettyInSoulPunk #Home for the Holly Days #if you should try to kiss her #(looking for) your name in these words #You Are The Only Thing On My Christmas List #I Just Want You (For My Own)#Will You Still Call Me Superman #Potions and Presents and a Partridge in a Pear Tree #Santa Baby Honey #This Is Not The End

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 2 years ago

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CW // billy dawson

He walks right over to the booth, eyes fixed on the two girls on the left side, purposely ignoring the Shepard brothers on the right. He lowers his hand to the table, barely touching the side of Loretta’s hand before he yanks it away. He smells like beer and skunk again, a combination Lori’s none too fond of.

“Hey, baby.”

“Please,” Sylvia interrupts quietly, “please just leave us alone, Billy. We’re just tryna enjoy-,”

He lowers his voice, eyes narrowed and lips curled into an ugly sneer. “Was I talkin’ to you, Sylv?”

There's a second of silence. Of Sylvia turning away to stare out the window rather than into the eyes of her daughter’s father. But Tim can feel her leg bouncing a mile a minute beneath the table, he can see her trembling hands carefully gathering her hair and slipping it over the shoulder furthest from him.

He’s playing with Lori’s hair now, twirling a pigtail around and around his finger. “You know who I am, Loretta?”

The young girl nods, hazel eyes flickering back and forth between her two uncles as her bottom lip starts to wobble. Billy grins. “Who am I, baby girl?”

“You're my dad,” she says softly.

“That’s right,” he coos, lips still split in an ugly grin, “I'm your daddy. Why don’t you come sit with me, yeah? My buddies over there haven't seen you since you were a baby- since your momma took you.”

“I took her ‘cause you were an asshole,” Sylvia snaps suddenly.

“I was an a a-hole ‘cause you were a bitch.”

Sylvia bites down on her lip again, eyes squeezed shut and shoulders rising and falling with heavy breaths. Billy shoots a threatening glare around the table, a glare both Tim and Curly return tenfold.

“I don’t wanna sit with you,” Loretta answers quietly. Then, eyes glossy with unshed tears, she looks to Tim. “I don’t wanna sit with him,” she whispers.

Curly’s the first one to speak, cracking his knuckles and looking at the little girl sat in front of him. “You heard her,” he says, “Lori doesn't wanna sit with you. Now go away.”

They bicker back and forth for a little while, ultimately ending when Lori tucked herself under her mother’s arm and Billy stormed off, muttering about how he has a right to talk to his girls.

“M’sorry,” Sylvia says quietly.

“There's nothin’ to be sorry about,” Tim answers flatly.

“There’s gonna be a fight-,”

“I know.”

Sure, there will be an argument and some quick punches, but it won't be much of a fight. Billy’s never been one to hold his own against Tim or Curly, not even against Dallas.

I’ve read this multiple times now and OH MY GOD

#dillo’s replies #sophie i guess13

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molsons112000 · 4 months ago

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I believe image number one is what the olympic athletes should be wearing for their swim caps not image number two which they are wearing.... As you see, image number two covers the ears completely and covers the lower skull in the back of the head... This means it completely covers all the hair...

As you see here, chlorine water destroys the ears defenses and causes many ear infections.

You might think germy water is behind most cases of swimmer's ear. Surprisingly, even well-chlorinated pool water can cause an infection because it can break down your ear's natural defenses. “Chlorine, sand and salt can wash away earwax and leave the skin inside your ear without a protective barrier,” Rauen says.Aug 19, 2018

https://www.uchealth.com

How to Prevent and Treat Swimmer's Ear and its Risks

Chlorine water can damage hair and can cause the scalp to become extremely dry... You will see below.What chlorine does to the hair and hair follicles.....

"The chemicals found in chlorine will strip the natural oils from your hair and scalp, and this stripping adversely impacts the hair's cuticle and protein, …"

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How To Prevent and Fix Chlorine-damaged Hair

Chlorine in swimming pools can damage hair, but it's unlikely to cause permanent damage or hair loss:

Dryness and brittleness: Chlorine can strip natural oils from hair, making it dry and brittle.

Porosity: Regular exposure to chlorine can make hair highly porous.

Split ends: Chlorine can weaken hair strands, which can lead to split ends.

Color changes: Chlorine can turn blonde hair green if the pool contains copper.

Scalp irritation: Chlorine can irritate sensitive skin, causing an itchy scalp.

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Jun 14, 2024 — Madalyn Nguyen, DO, a dermatology resident. All in all, chlorine exposure can ...

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Nov 6, 2017 — Exposing your hair to all the chemicals in pools may seem like it can contribut...

Some say that hair with certain textures or color may be more susceptible to chlorine damage, including: Curly hair, Colored hair, Chemically treated hair, and Fine hair.

Here are some tips to help protect your hair from chlorine damage:

Apply a leave-in conditioner

Before swimming, apply a moisturizing leave-in conditioner to clean, wet hair to help prevent it from absorbing chlorinated water.

Detangle gently

While swimming, gently brush tangles out with a wide-toothed comb and hair serum to reduce friction and breakage.

Wash with tepid water

After swimming, wash your hair with tepid water and keep showers short to avoid damaging your scalp's moisture barrier.

Avoid brushing wet hair

Use your fingers to gently detangle wet hair instead of a brush, which can cause further damage.

Towel dab

Squeeze or pat your hair dry with a towel instead of rubbing it, which can also reduce breakage.

Dry completely

Before putting your hair in a ponytail or bun, allow it to dry completely to avoid trapping moisture on your scalp.

Then you look at chlorine you can damage your eyelashes by drying the hair's out as well as drying the follicles out.. And yes, it damages your eyebrows as well...

How do you keep your eyelashes up when swimming?

One of the most effective ways to protect your lash extensions while swimming is by wearing goggles.May 31, 2024

https://stacylash.com

Lash Extensions and Swimming: Tips and Tricks for Perfect Lash Retention

Waterproof Glue for Swimming - Using lash adhesive, each extension is bonded directly to your natural lash, keeping it in place and putting you at peace.

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Swimming with eyelash extensions: Secrets to know and measures to take

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Chlorine water damages your eyebrows...

Yes, chlorine in swimming pools can damage your eyebrows in a few ways:

Fading: Chlorine can fade the color of tinted eyebrows or microbladed brows

Infection: Chlorine can increase the risk of infection around your eyebrows

Cell destruction: Chlorine can lead to the formation of hypochlorous acid, which can penetrate and destroy cells

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To protect your eyebrows from chlorine, you can try these tips:

Avoid swimming

If you want your eyebrow tint to last longer, try to avoid swimming. You should also avoid swimming for at least two weeks after microblading.

Use a neutralizing lotion

Apply a lotion that contains vitamin C, aloe, and oils like castor, coconut, shea, and Sachi Inchi before swimming. The cocoa butter and beeswax in the lotion can help it stay on during water exposure.

Wash your face

After swimming, thoroughly wash your face and eyebrows with fresh water to remove any chlorine. You should also avoid rubbing your eyes until you've washed your hands.

Chlorine, commonly found in swimming pools and other water sources, can potentially affect the longevity and appearance of laminated eyebrows.Dec 2, 2023

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This is why poles need to stay cold, and this is why jacuzzi Can produce chlorine gas which can damage the lungs. So yes pulls should stay cold. This prevents the chlorine from penetrating the skin and this prevents it from having chlorine gas...

Chlorine, commonly found in swimming pools and other water sources, can potentially affect the longevity and appearance of laminated eyebrows.Dec 2, 2023

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Exposure to chlorine can lead to reactive airways dysfunction syndrome (RADS), a chemical irritant–induced type of asthma.

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But if you stop exposure to chlorine gas, you can rebuild your lungs...

Even exposure to high-concentration chlorine gas is unlikely to result in significant, prolonged pulmonary disease.Apr 11, 2022

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So you need to keep chlorine water above sixty five degrees for chlorine to be effective. But not too much above sixty five degrees.

Note: Water temperature should be above 65 degrees. Test chlorine level. Compare to chart below to determine required amount of CYA Remove Step 1 to reduce chlorine level to 1-3 ppm.

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So as it says here, lowering the temperature of the pool can save also a lot of money and keep pulled maintenance lower... So maybe you keep it between sixty five and seventy seven degrees.

'Lowering the water temperature can also reduce chlorination costs and energy demand. For example, lowering the temperature to 77°F can reduce energy demand by up to 25% and maintenance costs by up to 20%. "

Heating pool water can help lower chlorine levels. Ideally, pool water should be kept between 78° and 82°F, but some say that raising the temperature by 90°F–10°F can also help.

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Chlorine is effective in temperatures ranging from 65°F to 99°F, but its effectiveness begins to decline below 65°F. During the spring and fall, it's important to regularly test and adjust chlorine levels and water balance.

So they're gonna have to come up with best practices. And remember, lowering the temperature creates the water to become more dense, and we'll slow down the swimmers... So having a consistent temperature for competition is very important for fairness.... Especially when you talk, olympic records and world records. I'm so we're talking indoor and outdoor pools, even for divers.

So as you see here, cold water diving can be dangerous, but to the divers, the impact, So the water needs to be kept at a certain temperature, to make sure it's safe for divers as well.

"Cold water diving: Takes place in waters below 50°F (10°C). Cold water diving can be dangerous and physically exhausting, so divers should wear specialized equipment like a wetsuit, semi-dry suit, or drysuit. For example, divers might wear a 5 mm full suit in water temperatures below 72°F, or a 7 mm full suit in water temperatures below the 70s. Divers can also wear layers and accessories to stay warm."

So again it looks like keeping the water temperature above seventy but below seventy seven.

The ideal water temperature for divers depends on the type of diving and the water's location, season, depth, and currents:

Tropical diving: Typically takes place in warm waters between 75°F and 85°F (24°C to 29°C). Divers can wear a bathing suit, rash guard, or skin.

Temperate diving: Takes place in waters between 50°F and 75°F (10°C to 24°C).

Cold water diving: Takes place in waters below 50°F (10°C). Cold water diving can be dangerous and physically exhausting, so divers should wear specialized equipment like a wetsuit, semi-dry suit, or drysuit. For example, divers might wear a 5 mm full suit in water temperatures below 72°F, or a 7 mm full suit in water temperatures below the 70s. Divers can also wear layers and accessories to stay warm.

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So swimmers should be thinking about putting vaseline on their exposed skin, including their face and their eyebrows, to protect the skin from chlorine.. So yes, they should vaseline up before they go into the water.... And yes, that means they're complete face their eyebrows and all that, and yes, you can use vaseline, on the hair as well...

How to protect your eyebrows from chlorine?

PROBLEM: Your eyebrows are getting burned off by the out-of-control chlorine at your pool. SOLUTION #1: Dab some Vaseline (or lotion, if you can't do Vaseline) on your arches before practice. It may look like your brows are greasy, but it could mean the difference between having eyebrows, or not having any at all.Nov 26, 2010

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Uf they want castor oil is very heavy and it offers a very good protection too.So they don't want to use vaseline.Castor oil is a good oil and there are some other oils that are good oils to protect them from the negative effects of chlorine...

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As chlorine water eradicates your skin's protective barrier, its deeper layers are exposed to environmental aggressors. This can break down the protein in your skin responsible for keeping it firm and elastic, resulting in fine lines and wrinkles.Nov 10, 2021

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How To Protect Your Skin From Chlorine Water Damage?

Yes, prolonged exposure to chlorine can cause premature aging of the skin. Chlorine can damage the skin's protective barrier, exposing its deeper layers to environmental factors that break down the proteins that keep skin firm and elastic. This can lead to wrinkles and fine lines, especially on the fingers. Chlorine can also damage collagen fibers in the skin, which can also contribute to premature aging.

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Chlorine can also cause other skin issues, including:

Dryness and itchiness

Chlorine can raise the skin's pH to an alkaline state, which can cause dryness, especially for people with dry skin or skin conditions like eczema or psoriasis.

Rashes

Long-term exposure to chlorine can cause red, inflamed patches of skin that may blister if exposed to more chlorine.

Burns

High concentrations of chlorine in water can cause painful burns and blisters.

To help protect your skin from chlorine, you can shower after swimming to remove any trace chemicals. You can also try eating collagen-boosting foods like bone broth, collagen peptides, and meals high in vitamin C and amino acids to help with collagen formation and skin cell repair. Limiting sugary and processed foods, which can increase chlorine damage, may also help.

So yes, the filtration systems from the pool will have to deal with a little bit more oil, but they can adapt those systems to remove the oil from the water...

So I'll swimmers, don't look really old when they get old.Here are ways they can reverse premature aging and start repairing their skin and prevent premature aging effects... But again, they should be using vaseline or castor oil or some other protective layer...

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Here are our ways that swimmers who get exposed.The repeated chlorine can clean out the lungs...

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So swimmers should do exercise outside the pool like sprinting, and this will help their one capacity.Especially with a parachute... Yes, they have to do running outside the pool Sprinting... This will help heat up their lungs and help clean out impurities and make them stronger overall... So they have to do outside the pool, training as well...

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So there can be best practices put in by the international olympic committee to protect all swimmers, and they can put this information down to the lower level.Of the swimmers... Though developing not only training techniques but also protecting swimmers from adverse environmental issues related to swimming.... So coming up with best practices!!!

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How to Shortlist a Hair Serum for Dry, Frizzy, and Tangled Hair?

A hair serum is a necessary item for any beauty enthusiast's collection. They maintain the beauty and many health advantages of your hair. Making your hair appear shinier, less knotted, and healthier is the main goal of hair serum.

The greatest hair serums for ladies work for your specific hair type and address certain problems. Making the most of these powerful goods also requires understanding how to utilize them correctly.

It's important to realize that serums have several uses, even though many of you think of them as an instant miracle solution that boosts your hair.

In this post, you will learn how to choose serum for dry hair, frizzy and tangled:

For Dry Hair

Very dry hair requires special attention and diet. The good news is that serums that can be used overnight and stored are now readily available to rejuvenate your hair while you sleep. To avoid weighing down your hair instead of nourishing it, be sure these serums are cream-based rather than oil-based. This is how you should choose hair serum for dry, frizzy hair.

Curly Hair considerations:

Naturally, curls tend to get friskier and harder to manage. Serums with strong moisturizing qualities work best on curly and wavy hair. Use serums packed with moisturizing oils such as sweet almonds, jojoba, and argan to revive those curls and keep them bouncy and glossy.

Serum for frizzy hair:

The kind of hair, ingredients, and intended results must all be considered when choosing a serum for frizzy dry hair.

Choose serums with moisturizing ingredients like keratin or argan oil to fight frizz. Seek products that have light compositions to avoid becoming greasy. Go through reviews and select serums that are designed to combat frizz and give you long-lasting smoothness.

To get the greatest effects, start with a modest amount and experiment to determine effectiveness. Then, adjust consumption accordingly.

Hair Serum for Tangled Hair

The goal of choosing a hair serum for tangled hair is to discover one that makes your hair less tangled. Seek for serums that contain keratin, silicones, or argan oil, as these compounds effectively smooth hair.

Select items that are advertised as being detangled. To avoid making your hair feel heavy, read reviews from previous customers and choose something light.

Use extra, if necessary and after trying a small amount to determine whether it works for you. In this manner, combing through less tangled hair will be simpler.

For Hair with Split Ends

The hair is brittle and easily torn due to split ends. Hair serum is essential if you have many split ends to make your hair look better. However, be careful to select keratin-containing hair serums, as keratin is well-known for fixing bothersome divided ends and preventing strands from separating.

Conclusion

The above-mentioned points will let you understand how to choose the best serum for your hair type. To have the best serum for dry and frizzy hair, you should explore Barcode Professional. Analyze the products clearly and choose what matches you the best.

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Can You Get Rid Of Split Ends Without Cutting Your Hair? 7 Best Ways You Can Try

No hair enemy is as fierce and unfailing as the fearful split end. So you know we listen when experts offer advice on how to fix split ends without cutting them off. Can you get rid of split ends without cutting your hair? The only proven split-end treatment method is to cut them, but in fact, you can do several small but efficient items between salon appointments to improve the appearance of damages and prevent further splits. What are split ends? The split ends are the frayed tips of the hair, which are divided into two or more pieces because they are dry or damaging. They seem to come from nothing, but the truth is that things have been building up for months due to a variety of factors to get to that degree of damage. Reasons Why Split Ends Form Whilst split ends can develop quickly as a result of extreme damage, small adverse factors usually cause them to develop slowly. The following include some of the most common processes damaging and degrading the end of your hair cuticle. 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If your body is dehydrated, undernourished, or protein-deficient, your hair will also be more sensitive to split ends. Hair Habits That Cause Split Ends Here are some of the hair habits that can cause your split ends. 1. Using your ponytails with rubber bands. How do you get elastic hair split ends? Have you ever realized how many strands can yank with a rubber band when a ponytail is dismantled? If you don't use proper hair ties, headbands, or hair accessories, your strands will probably be harmer than good. In particular, rubber bands can damage your hair by the material friction placed on the hair strand. This can be one of the reasons for gnarly divided ends. Consider using a padded or fabric-covered hair tie or, rather, a spinal cord or scrunch to avoid breakage. 2. Heat Styling We love our valuable flat-blowing dryers, but the stylists can be guilty of damage and breakdown. How can split ends be prevented using heat design tools and mechanical stylers? This is the way with an appropriate hair care routine and the use of a thermal protector. Use a heat protectant to protect your strands from heat damage. 3. Color and Chemical Treatments While you may have gotten the perfect color, straight hair, and/or curly style, it may come with a cost. These treatments usually use many chemicals that can deplete and strip your hair of its natural humidity and keep it dry and susceptible to division. Chemical processes damage hair inside out and weaken the cuticle, causing it to split severe end-prone. Consider using a wash-and-care system that feeds hair with every use and also extends and increases the vibration of your new color. 4. Overwashing While it is important to keep our locks clean and scalps healthy, washing hair excessively can make them lose their natural oils. This leads to drier, redder ends. Shampoo and conditioners should generally be used as a system that makes hair less susceptible to breakage and division. 5. Over Handling It is also essential to shampoo, comb, and burn our hair, but overdoing can definitely lead to a breakdown. Facilitate the overbrushing! Use a leave-in conditioner like The Good Stuff Complete Repair Balm after towel drying to minimize knots and friction on the strands when you combine if you feel that your hair needs to help in this process. 6. Towel Drying Even your favorite towel-dry technique can damage your locks. Use a microfiber towel to dry your hair or, better still, a clean t-shirt after a shower! There are a few reasons why you do not want to see divided ends in your hair. When a hair strand splits at the end, the damage only progresses. Linked untouched, a split end will split throughout the hair shaft, damaging the entire strand. Split ends have no longer a fluid cuticle to cover them so that they naturally catch each other and snack on their healthy ends. This causes encounters and-you guessed-more split ends. As you experience more tangles, you are breaking and shedding more. This is what people mean when they say that split ends prevent your hair from growing and prevent long-lasting retention. The split end may look small, but split ends throughout your hair make your ends look scrappy, unhealthy, and cold. When you see a few split ends, it means more (unless you only expose half of your hair to heat, wind, and damage, and we don't think that is likely). Split ends are signs of damage to your hair and need to be cut. Can You Get Rid Of Split Ends Without Cutting Your Hair? Can you get rid of split ends without cutting your hair? Here are some effective ways how! Comb, don't brush. During the conditioning of the hair in the shower, run a wide dandelion through strands. This helps to distance the hair so that typical hair breaks from burning towel-dried hair are prevented. Suppose you feel you have to brush your hair before your shower to minimize breakage after the shower. Take care during hair shampooing, too. Lather hair down from the crown in a gentle zigzag movement. Avoid bunching hair, as it can cause tangles to break. Buy good quality heat styling tools. Heat styling can cause split ends, but if you can't go without blow-drying, make sure that you use high-quality tools. Bargain heat tools can make your wallet-friendly, but not your hair friendly. Often dangerously overheated, cost-effective style tools can split ends. Choose brands you know and believe, and don't be afraid to spend extra money on keeping your hair in shape. Practice the proper technique of blow-drying. To prevent the creation and further damage from splitting ends, blow-drying is crucial. Allowing hair to dry naturally is the preferred option, but it is not always possible to reduce harm. Use a nozzle to control the air direction when you have to blow-dry. Dry hair in a downwards movement before being thoroughly separated and dried using a round barrel brush. Get your Folic Acid and Biotin. Nutrients construct hair proteins. The right nutrients included in your diet will, therefore, help keep your hair healthy and strong. Folic acid supports the production of red blood cells that enhance hair growth. All of the great folic acid sources are green leafy vegetables, wheat, soybeans, broccoli, and oranges. Biotin strengthens hair by its fat, carbohydrate, and protein metabolism. It is found in brown rice, soybeans, peas, walnuts, and sunflower seeds. Use a Leave-On Conditioner. Hair conditioners that rinse in the shower may be fine for normal hair, but if you've got split ends, you'll need a leave-on conditioner. A leave-on conditioner will add your damaged hair with a much-needed layer of protection and help to keep it strong all day. The additional lubrication prevents split ends and disruption. Split End Treatment Investment Recently, haircare has gone a long way, and treatments are incredible proof. 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Split ends, if left untreated, your entire hair may be damaged. Good hair care is a preventive measure in addition to all the above treatment options. Thus avoid excessive use of tough chemicals and techniques of heat styling to keep divisions at bay. In general, steps must be taken to make sure your hair is not the only way to fight what causes split ends. So what causes division ends, and how are they kept in check? Much of it has to deal with adequate maintenance and daily care, and it is realized that many of the damage our hair usually causes over time. Can you get rid of split ends without cutting your hair? Using an appropriate hair wash and care system, your hair can clean without compromising the strand's health, which reduces the chances of split ends from ever formation. Read the full article

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hey! if you're taking requests, would you consider writing something for eddie munson? something with a little mutual pining??

*comes out of hiding, writes an eddie fic, disappears again*

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader word count: 2.7k summary: during a heat wave, you find yourself at eddie's trailer. turns out the two of you aren't as over one another as it would seem. warnings: (+18 MINORS DNI): mature themes, adult language, drug use / mentions of drug use, sexual tension & implied smut, use of pet names (princess), allusions to battling addiction, parental issues (deadbeat dad), a little angst, a little fluff - unedited - pls let me know if i missed anything!

The summer season this year was a lot hotter compared to last.

Starting as soon as mid-May, it brought with it harsh humidity, sweltering sun, and a drought comparable to the 1936 North American heat wave. It was the sort of hot weather that could quite possibly boil the blood of those who did not or could not find a way to cool down. And the news reported it was unfortunately only supposed to get worse.

You, like pretty much everyone in Hawkins, found the heat unbearable.

A week ago you sat in your room with the blinds closed, but sadly now that wasn’t an option because the air conditioning at your house broke and your dad was too conked out on the sofa to even look at it. Normally you would call someone to fix it instead and that is what you wanted to do this morning, however when you reached into your wallet you were greeted with a big fat nothing.

Actually, no. There was a note.

‘Add it to my tab. Love, dad.’ — Well, that explained where he got the money to get himself in the state he was in.

At that point in the afternoon, anywhere you could have remotely hidden from the sun was unattainable, especially and most regrettably the community pool which was overcrowded with stupid little kids. That is why you ended up where you did. Definitely not where you wanted to be, but in your own defence you were on the verge of a heat stroke and not thinking clearly.

With your index finger bent ever so slightly, you knocked three times on the trailer door.

You could hear a slight commotion inside, from abrupt coughing to shuffling footsteps and random clanking. When the door swung open, you caught a whiff of the reason why.

“y/n—” Eddie choked out, clearly surprised to see it was you standing on his doorstep. Surprised yet oh so very relieved.

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” Eddie stepped to the side, allowing you to squeeze past. His gaze stuck to your frame, following you around his living room until you reached the rattling A/C unit at the window.

“I- eh, I’m sorry about the smell,” he uttered, running a hand through his hair, “I-I wasn’t expecting company.”

You hummed in response. Or perhaps you said it was okay. Eddie couldn’t really tell since his mind was working a little slower than usual (due to the activity he was partaking in not even a minute ago).

Although, he was alert enough to note how your whole body gradually relaxed as the somewhat fresh air blew against your skin. All of a sudden, and only for a split second, you looked incredibly at peace.

Eddie bit on the inside of his cheek, fighting back a smile. “You okay there, princess?”

Wait. Princess? Princess… What the fuck? He shut his eyes momentarily and clenched his jaw, hating his big mouth for letting the word slip. Like, yeah, he still thought about you sometimes, but it’s not what he called you anymore. It wasn’t his nickname to use anymore.

“Mhmm, better now,” you mumbled, seemingly unfazed by the moniker (you could argue the heat messed with your receptiveness), before shifting in your spot to look at the curly haired teen. “So much better.”

With the A/C now behind you, there was a slow gust of wind blowing through your top. The nickname debacle running through Eddie’s mind faded as quickly as it occured. Fuck— princess. How in the hall was he going to concentrate now?

“Good, goodie, good.” He bopped his head and licked his lips.

Oh sweet lord. He was doomed.

“Sooo… to what do I owe the pleasure?” Eddie inquired, plopping down on the couch.

You couldn’t help but notice how his t-shirt raised in the process, revealing his lower abdomen. It was your turn to crumble. God he was always so fucking hot. With his impeccable facial structure, perfect smile, big doey eyes that literally made you melt, long fingers, soft touch—

You cleared your throat, eyes lingering a little too long on his exposed stomach.

He noticed. He liked it. Fuck. Not surprisingly Eddie always liked that kind of attention from you, and he secretly thought it was a real shame he was no longer on the receiving end of it. Not as often as he used to be anyway.

“The air con at my place broke overnight and, well, I don’t know, I just couldn’t think of anywhere else to go,” you admitted, meeting his big curious eyes.

He extended an arm to gesture around the trailer.

“Mi casa es su casa.”

You smiled at him. “Thanks, Munson.”

Anytime… princess, he thought. Or wait, did he say that out loud? Lord. He needed to get a grip. There was nothing there, with you, not anymore.

Honestly, the situation between the two of you was odd to say the least.

Simply put, the curly haired teen used to be your dealer. Well, actually, your dad’s dealer. You did the grunt work while your old man reaped the benefits. It was a strange arrangement, even for Eddie’s standards, but you clearly had your reasons and he wasn’t one to pry. You appreciated that about him. He kept his nose out of other people’s business. These days in Hawkins, it was hard to come by folks that stuck to their own shit.

You actually ended up appreciating a lot of things about Eddie. And the feeling was definitely mutual.

The secret meet ups in the woods or at his trailer blossomed into a friendship, then into something more, and then into complete shit. Moral of the story, never do your dad’s dealer - that’s what you would say. Eddie, on the other hand, has very little regrets. The only one being letting you move on so easily.

You ran a hand across your forehead, wiping away any reminiscent of sweat. Bopping your head back slightly, lips ajar, the cool air from the A/C doing wonders for your sticky skin.

Eddie watched you attentively. With every passing second he felt less aware of his surroundings, completely losing himself in you as his mind now raced with thoughts, (memories), too filthy to say aloud.

Once upon a time he would have been able to leap across the room and plaster his lips against yourss then lick the trickling sweat down your neck, down, down, down, as your fingers tangled themselves amongst his curls, tugging lightly when his tounge reached— Fuck, he wanted to scream.

“Can I ask you something?”

Yes, yes, thank you. Eddie straightened his form on the sofa, trying to look as normal as possible, right arm landing across the cushions.

“Anything, princess.”

Princess.

“Did you sell stuff to my dad recently?”

The question caught him off guard. Shit, maybe silence was better.

He cleared his throat. “Uhm, not since you asked me not to.”

“Oh,” you hastily exhaled a sigh of relief.

There was a brief moment of silence during which you moved away from the window and glided across the room to sit next to him. Sinking into the spot, your head unintentionally rested against Eddie’s arm. The sudden contact caused his heart to skip a beat, but he couldn’t think about that right now.

“Is he—” Eddie began but you knew exactly what he was going to say.

“Yeah,” you cut off and looked up at him, “hence the broken unit at my place.”

His brown locks bounced lightly as he nodded, a little slower than intended because the scent of whatever perfume you had put on that morning just hit him. Combined with the heat (and also the drugs), well, full transparency, it took all the power he had not to lean across and kiss you.

Bad timing, bad timing, bad timing.

“You know, I-I could take a look at it for you,” Eddie offered, trying to literally think about anything different to how close you currently were, “if you’d like?”

“No way,” you protested, “You’re in no state right now. Plus I’d have no way to pay you for your troubles since dad took the cash out of my wallet.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! I am in tip top shape,” Eddie defended and you couldn’t help but scoff.

“Munson, you are one joint away from—”

He lifted his left hand, almost pressing a finger to your lips. “Unless you’re about to say - Munson, you are one joing away from a killer nap - I don’t want to hear it.”

You laughed while rolling your eyes. “That only proves my point.”

He pressed his hand to his chest, pretending to be offended. “Cheeky one, aren’t ya? I invite you into my home, let you use my air conditioning, and in return you just poke fun at me. I’ll be honest, princess, that’s a little rude.”

With that, he hopped up onto his feet and stumbled towards the fridge. You sat up a little wanting to make a snarky comment in response, but as you watched him manoeuvre around the small open kitchen, no words came to mind.

You watched as he reached for two glasses and inspected them under the minimal natural light to determine whether they were clean enough to drink from. Watched as he swayed on his heel, turning towards the fridge. Watched as he leaned slightly on the door of the appliance, head inside the cool interior, rummaging for something to drink.

A smile circled your lips. There was no denying that Eddie had this calming aura about him. Everything he did, even the smallest and most menial tasks, were soothing your soul. Once upon a time you would have thought this was love.

“Eddie?”

(God. The way his name fell from your lips was heavenly.)

“Yes, princess?”

Fuck sake. He really needed to put an end to that shit.

“Why did you stop selling to my dad?”

His head popped up at the question, attention once again landing on you. “I already told you. You asked me not to.”

You lifted your legs off the floor and onto the couch, bringing your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. “Right, but, well, I guess what I want to know is why did you listen? Like, we weren’t anything at that point and I would’ve thought business is business, or whatnot.”

Eddie swallowed his breath. Partially because of where this conversation was heading, however primarily because you pretty much just flashed him. Holy shit. Unintentionally, obviously, but he saw your panties clear as day. Dark green. Lacy. New. Hot.

Nope. No. Fuck. Fuck.

What was going on with him? Navigating his thoughts this whole afternoon was considerably harder than one of his D&D quests. He could have sworn he was over you, and then you waltzed in here with your short skirt and sweet voice, he was hooked yet again.

Well, one could argue that for a blissful moment Eddie forgot the circumstances of your relationship, hence the trouble in differentiating in how he should and shouldn’t act around you right now. Because you weren’t really exes, you have to officially call yourselves something while you’re seeing each other to classify as an ‘ex’. You weren’t really friends, not anymore. Maybe just acquaintances or two individuals with a past.

God, he was an idiot. The two of you had so much potential. Why did he ever let it get to this point?

“I mean you don’t have to tell me,” you babbled, breaking him away from his thoughts.

Eddie straightened his form and closed the fridge, a chilled bottle of Coca Cola in his hand. He proceeded to then split the contents between the two glasses before making his way back towards the couch. He gave you one glass, making sure to alter his fingers when you reached over to ensure there was no accidental touch (because he simply wouldn’t be able to handle that right now).

He once again made himself comfortable beside you and took a big gulp of the drink, smacking his lips in the process.

Eventually, he looked at you again. “The truth?”

You nodded an unspoken ‘please’ and Eddie clicked his tongue in response before nodding slowly.

“The day you asked me, you just looked really defeated, you know?”, he began, “Tired and upset. I’ve never seen you like that before so I figured it must’ve been important that you asked and that I listened.”

He shrugged before continuing. “Couple days later your dad came to the trailer, he was definitely on something, and kinda seemed like he hadn’t slept in days, so I told him supply was low and he never came around again.”

Pause.

“I-I just pictured your face from when we last spoke and it hurt, you know?”

At that point, the two of you were clinging onto your drinks and staring blankly ahead. He wondered if he perhaps said too much and you wondered whether he would’ve been as honest if he wasn’t high.

Mostly however, mostly you were glad Eddie still gave you reasons to appreciate him more.

“He’s on probation,” you stated eventually, “That’s why I always got the drugs for him. If he got caught… I know he’s no exemplary father figure but he’s still my dad, and he can’t be my dad if he’s rotting in jail.”

Eddie glanced at you. “I didn’t know.”

“Not exactly something I advertise,” you pointed out and took a sip of your drink. Swallowing the fizzy gulp, you shrugged. “Sure, life is shit, and then you die.”

Eddie couldn’t help but laugh. One of those loud, genuine, and hearty chuckles. He didn’t mean for it to happen, truly, and again he blamed the devout friend still actively seeping through his system.

‘Life is shit, and then you die’, he swore that quote was going to be his next tattoo. Might even ask you to design it. He figured you’d like that. Brand him as your own. That’s all he ever wanted to be. Yours.

He thought he could only hope there was still a chance, but judging by how a smile broke your features as he laughed, and any tension you were feeling about the conversation you were having melted away, he had nothing to worry about. It was in your eyes, in the way your whole face changed from concern to joy. You wanted to be his too.

SImply a matter of time for forgiveness to kick in.

“You know,” Eddie began as the laughter died down, “I’m glad your A/C broke.”

On instinct, you smacked his arm. “Hey!”

“Don’t ‘hey’ me, princess!” Eddie exclaimed. “You’re seriously not even a little bit glad you ended up here today?!”

You shook your head dramatically and teased, “You’ll never hear those words from me, Munson.”

He scoffed and waved his arm, pointing to the door. “Then off you go, please, go back to your stuffy home while I enjoy a killer nap in my cool and cosy bed.”

Not wanting to be the first to break during this little charade, you handed him the half-drank Coca Cola glass and stood up. Your skirt capered with every step, Eddie’s eyes burning into the back of your legs. Was he really about to let you walk out of here?

“Always a pleasure, Eds.”

(The answer was no).

“Wait, wait, wait.” He hastily placed the glasses on the floor, almost causing a massive spillage, and hurried towards you.

“You don’t gotta say anything,” he chimed, stopping right in front of you, “In fact, my bed, as you already know or at least hopefully remember, is big enough for the two of us—”

The air suddenly felt tighter, as if the unit at the window suddenly stopped working, even though you could still very much hear it rattling.

“— And I am known to make exceptions,” Eddie noted before leaning in a tad bit closer with a sudden boost of confidence, “for the right people.”

For a split second, his gaze shifted to your lips and everything faded into the background. The sound of your heart thumping overpowered the surroundings and all you could think was how if he kissed you right now, you wouldn’t even be mad.

Instead his fingers grazed briefly against yours.

“Let’s go take a killer nap, princess.”

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jayktoralldaylong · 2 years ago

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Shi Qingxuan is throwing a slumber party. All the gods are invited. There's just one catch. It's a girl's-only slumber party. To get in, they have to come in their female form. So who's attending? Let's go! 😆 (Note, these are just my opinions, feel free to add yours):

Ming Yi - Ming Yi no longer has anything to lose. She's been doing thing for way too long now. She shows up before everyone else so she can devour twice as much food.

Pei Ming - Much to Shi Qingxuan's absolute horror, Pei Ming is the next guest to show up. The famous is general is in fact shameless enough to switch genders so she can check out what the other gods look like as girls. 😎 Besides, much to her pleasure, her female form is sexy and she wants to see how many lesbians she can pull.

Ling Wen - Pei Ming dragged her along. She doesn't have time for this and has too much work to do. However, it is a nice change to have a goddess gathering, especially with all of the issues with her gender and the misogynistic times. She gets to hang out with the chill goddesses in heaven without too much effort on her part since she gets to come as herself. She needs the rest and self love.

Shi Wudu - She was surprisingly very hard to drag into this party. "If I go along with this it will only encourage Shi Qingxuan's nonsense" she said. She showed up anyway cause all her best friends were going and her sibling was hosting. It would be rude not to go. Of course she's shown up as the best dressed gal, with a slit in her dress and everything. Pei Ming fails at pretending not to oogle her. The three tumours definitely spend the rest of the night gossiping and giggling like mean girls.

Xie Lian - Let's face it, Xie Lian is coming as a cross dressing dude. MXTX was very explicit about how Xie Lian feels about being a woman. I think all the emphasis was to make sure no one got it twisted. Xie Lian does not turn into a girl to have sex, he is 100% a gay man. He is a man who's in love with a man and it's something he does not want to erase. Shi Qingxuan will make an allowance for him, but he's definitely crossdressing in a pretty white dress.

Hua Cheng - We're not gonna explain how he got there but he's attending anyway. He will be joining his cross dressing husband. Hua Cheng is probably more thrilled about crossdressing than Xie Lian is. He's got earrings, heels, a sexy red dress that Xie Lian can't stop staring at (and feeling a little jealous when others' stare. Probably gonna end up leaving that party early so they can do something about all the worked up feelings Xie Lian is gonna have).

Mu Qing - Mu Qing heard about the party and had no intention of intending. Then he heard Xie Lian would be there. He helped Xie Lian into his dress because Xie Lian is terrible at makeup. Xie Lian insisted he come too. Mu Qing came too. She's a little shy at the party. She gets even shyer when everyone tells her how pretty she is. They're amazed by it. All those compliments send her hiding somewhere so she can social recharge.

Feng Xin - He also had no plans on going till he heard Mu Qing was going so of course he showed up. She was also stunned by how pretty Mu Qing looked. Mu Qing helped her fix her hair cause it was a mess. Pause at the awkward moment where they're closer than they expected to each other. Split to opposite ends of the party. Keep bumping into each other. End the party kind of curled up together cause it's just warmer that way and they're still getting used to their new bodies.

Quan Yizhen - Got invited and came as a dude. There was nothing anyone could do about it. Quan Yizhen didn't know how to change into his female form and he didn't see why he should. Someone got Yin Yu. Quan Yizhen finally switched to female. She was absolutely adorable. Especially how she followed Yin Yu around for the rest of the night. Qué curly haired girl in the most adorable robes marching after Yin Yu everywhere.

Yin Yu - Somehow found himself bundled to a party with Crimson Rain and given spiritual powers so he could switch genders. All because his former junior was causing trouble (yet again, surprise surprise. Yin Yu doesn't get paid enough for this). Qi Ying is even cuter as a girl though so Yin Yu can't really complain. She pets her hair and they spend the rest of the slumber party together.

Qi Rong - (So somehow the calamities are attending too). She just wanted to show off being the hottest girl in the room. Failed miserably. Tried to beat Ming Yi at eating all the food in anger. Failed miserably yet again. Cried to Guzi 💀 (Who was allowed in since he's just a kid). Got chased around by Lang Qianqiu. Ended the party curled up fast asleep with her arms protectively around Guzi in a hidden unnoticed spot at the slumber party.

Lang Qianqiu - Didn't really want to go (Busy dealing with teenage angst), all that changed when he heard Qi Rong was at the party. She stormed in just like her male counterpart always does (like a wrecking ball!). Chased Qi Rong everywhere. Got distracted blushing over Xie Lian. Hua Cheng noticed. Hua Cheng proceeds to give a display of how close he and Xie Lian are. Lang Qianqiu backs off after that. Gets with Shi Qingxuan with heavy drunk singing about angst, love and innocence shattered.

Pei Su - Got pardoned for the night so she could be Pei Ming's little helper. She ended up spending most of the night with Banyue, blushing at her compliments and feeding each other snacks.

Banyue - Was excited that she could attend. Followed Xie Lian everywhere and happily did whatever she was doing. Got distracted when she saw Pei Su. Fawned over how pretty she looked.

Yushi Huang (Rain Master) - She was the last to show as she was surprised anyone was inviting her for something. She also doesn't get out much and had to be kicked from her farm so she could have a bit of fun for once in her beautiful life. She settled beside Ling Wen and actually enjoyed the event.

Jian Lan - Was told no babies allowed and ditched.

Xuan Ji - Was actually given an invitation (cause Shi Qingxuan hadn't realised Pei Ming would show up). Ends up bonding with female Pei Ming who she's ranting to about her horrible ex 💀. Pei Ming has no idea she's Xuan Ji cause they don't exchange names.

Jun Wu - He heard about the party. He thought it was cute. He did not attend. (You'd think wearing a new face wouldn't matter as much. He likes keeping an eye on his favourite son but he's not that desperate. 💀 - I get the feeling Jun Wu wouldn't even know what to do with a female body. He's barely gotten through studying his own).

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All is Fair~ Blood & Brothers

How Bucky met Peter ;)

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Series Summary: Family is important, but so is the Family business. Everyone has secrets, some are deadly. You’re the best in the business, but no one knows who you are. Tensions are high, will you raise the stakes or fold under pressure?

Series Warnings: 18+! Mentions of blood and violence, bad language words, smut, manipulation, gaslighting, death, trauma, please follow the warnings for each chapter.

Chapter warnings: 18+ Only! Violence and threats. Bad language words, angst, mentions of torture, blood.

Pairing: Mob!Steve x Assassin!Stark!reader

Word count: approx. 1.9K

A/N: Let me know what y'all think. I really hope y'all enjoy the look into Bucky and Peter's past! feedback is always welcome, let me know your favorite part. Kinda get a small look at how Steve was when he first took over the mantle.

Five years ago-

Bucky flipped his collar against the snow and icy wind, his target, Daniel Whitehall, barely visible even though he was mere feet in front of him. Buck strained his eyes as he kept his gaze on the footprints in the snow, eyes flickering back to the darkened outline ahead of him.

Steve and the rest of the heads had agreed to let him tail the Red Skull’s right hand, at least that is what the intel they were given said. Bucky thought back to the family meeting Odin had called, the white haired Don was fuming. Hydra had broken into one of the vaults and drained the entire mob of their savings, well not the entire mob, Steve and Howard had been smart enough to have an account offshore that held a good chunk, just in case.

He pulled his coat closer, this cold was starting to get to him, but he couldn't go back to the families with his tail between his legs, to embarrass Steve in such a way. If he couldn't pull this off, Odin’s favorite son would be tasked with the assignment instead.

Thor.

Bucky wasn’t a fan, but that wasn't surprising, he wasn't a fan of anyone. Steve had been the special exception, they grew up together, brothers in everything but blood. But that didn't mean Bucky received special treatment, no, if anything, Steve was harder on him. And right now, Bucky and Sam were both gunning for the position as Steve's Right Hand, this was his chance to prove himself.

Whitehall turned down an alley. Keeping his distance, Bucky slunk against the brick wall, peeking around the corner. Two men stood in a half circle, Whitehall joining them, around a heap of… Bucky couldn’t tell what they were standing around.

“What do we do with’em?” the taller of the men asked no one in particular.

“He’s useless to us, the Skull has ordered he’d be taken care of.” Whitehall replied hastily, as he looked around cautiously.

Dark chuckles filled the alley, the heap moved slightly, earning it a kick from the taller man, “Ya hear that kid? We’re gonna dump ya in the river, gonna sleep with the fishes.”

The heap groaned, lifting its head, a mess of curly hair damp from the snow, his face beaten and bleeding, the snow beneath him a deep shade of red, “Please, I’ll fix it… I’ll fix it… please, my aunt…”

Another harsh kick landed against his abdomen, the shortest kneeling, a fistfull of the kid's hair in his grasp, his head craning painfully to meet their gazes, “Oh don’t worry, your beautiful aunt will have company soon…” From his position at the end of the alley, Bucky watched a predatory smile split the man's lips.

Whitehall turned from the men, walking back down the alley, “Clean up your messes, the Skull won’t tolerate incompetence. Let me know when it is done.”

Whitehall emerged from the alley, making his way farther down the street. Buck knew he should follow Whitehall, but he couldn't leave this kid to die at these animals’ hands. Taking a deep breath he said goodbye to the Right Hand position as he watched his breath cloud in front of him, before rounding the corner, gun raised. The taller of the men had a gun aimed at the kid, the shorter one turning to Bucky, “Hey pal, get outta here, this doesn't concern you!”

Bucky’s eyes were cold as they met the short man’s, “Actually it does.” Three shots rang in the air, the snow swallowing most of the soundwaves.

The first shot landed between the eyes of the shorter man, the second taking the gun from the taller man’s hand, then a clean shot to his knee. The man dropping into the snow, his pained howls silenced as Bucky’s fist and gun collided with his face.

Bucky immediately knelt to check on the kid, gently cradling his head in his hands, “Oh kid, what have you gotten yourself into?” his fingers slipping to the kids pulse, a weak beat thrummed under the surface, “Stay with me kid.”

He removed his phone from his pocket, placing it between his ear and shoulder, as he picked up the kid, Wade answered, “Howling Commandos–”

“Stuff it Wilson, I need you to pick me up, I’ve got a snack for ya…” Bucky gave a disgusted look to the man unconscious in the snow.

“Oooohhh is it a Cephalopod snack?”

Bucky grinned, “It sure is. Think you can make him squeal?”

Wade laughed cruelly, “With pleasure.”

—

Bucky paced around the warehouse, he had called in a favor from Dr. Cho, who seemed more than happy to help Bucky save the kid from the brink of death. He was fine with losing the Right Hand position, but he wasn't fine with the embarrassment he knew he brought down on Steve.

“Would you quit that nervous shit? I can’t focus, I can practically taste your eagerness to please Daddy Steve.” Wade snapped, his knife sliding along the whetstone with a high pitched *sshhk* *sshhk* *sshhk*

Stopping, Bucky turned, glaring at Wade, who had pulled a chair to sit in front of the subject, “Wilson if you don't shut the fu–”

The side door to the warehouse opened, Steve walked through, in his black slacks, white button down, his long black chesterfield coat draped across his shoulders, leather gloves covered his hands. His eyes met Bucky’s, the intensity of his stormy eyes causing Bucky to lower his head. Bucky respected Steve, he had for a long time, in a way that only most people were beginning to adopt as well. He respected the man, not only because he was his brother and boss, but because he knew what he was capable of. Raised to be probably the most successful mob boss in the history of New York. Most people only believed he was in power because his parents died, but Bucky knew better, Steve had beat his old man out of the position years ago, and had been calling the shots long before they died. He just allowed Joseph to keep up appearances, they didn't need the whole of New York thinking there was weakness in the Rogers house.

They were toe-to-toe now, Steve’s brow quirked, as he began to roll his sleeves, “Wanna tell me what the hell happened?”

Bucky swallowed hard, “I lost Whitehall…”

Scoffing Steve leaned closer, “I can see that Buck. Care to…” he sniffed glancing around, “explain to me how that happened?”

It was presented as a question, but Bucky knew better, Steve’s gloved hand gently caressed his face. Bucky stood deathly still, waiting, Steve raised both brows, “Well pal?”

Bucky cleared his throat, “Well–”

“Mr. Barnes, he is going to be alright.” Dr. Cho’s voice rose above Steve’s as she walked through the office door, she froze as she lifted her gaze from her bloodied gloves, “Oh, I’m sorry…”

Steve’s gaze flicked to her, then back to Bucky, “Who's going to be alright?”

Bucky swallowed, “I… uh. I saved a kid…”

Steve’s demeanor softened, “Is that why you lost Whitehall?”

Bucky nodded slowly, “They were gonna kill him, Steve.”

Steve patted Bucky’s cheek lightly, “Show me.”

Bucky moved towards the office, following Dr. Cho, to find the kid lying asleep on the office couch, his stomach “He’s no older than thirteen, from the looks of him, Mr. Barnes. You got him to safety just in time.”

He took a step closer, “Has he said anything?”

She shook her head, “No, he's been unconscious since I finished patching him, must've passed out from the pain. Poor child, wondering what he was doing mixed up with Hydra.”

Bucky turned to Steve, “Look pal, I’m sorry, I couldn’t just leave ’em–”

Steve placed his hand on Bucky’s shoulder shaking his head, “Don’t apologize for having mercy. It’s what separates us from Hydra, Buck.”

“Yeah, but I failed you, Odin will send Thor because of my incompetence.”

Steve bobbed his head, “Probably, but who's to say we won't get to Red Skull first.” a smirk pulled at his lips.

“How are we gonna do that?”

Shrugging Steve went back into the main hall, “Pretty sure you brought Wade a snack…” he gazed at Bucky, “What do you say Right Hand, think this scumbag has the info we’re looking for?”

Bucky drew his brows together, “Punk?”

Steve chuckled at his shock, “Couldn't imagine anyone else by my side…” he nodded back to the office where the kid was sleeping, “You made the right decision. Whether Odin sees it that way or not, I do. Let’s get the bastard that is vile enough to order a hit on a child.”

Bucky’s lips curled in a malicious smile, turning towards Wade and the subject, it was time to work, “Hey Snack!”

—

The subject they had detained happened to be none other than the third in command under Red Skull, Heinz Kruger, and it turns out that he wasn't good with knife wounds. Or Wade was just really adept with a knife, either way, he sang like a canary. Red Skull turned out to be Johann Schmidt, Bucky smiled as he pulled up to the establishment Kruger had given him as Red Skull’s base of operations, Club Hypnosis, he scoffed at the cliché name.

It was past midnight, but the club was still thriving, the multicolored lights flashing behind the closed security door, leaning against the wall, he banged on the door, causing a Hydra goon to step out. Taking the opportunity, Bucky grabbed him, disarming him, then shoving the goons own knife into his throat, he left him in the alley as he slipped through the door.

The thump of the music disguising Bucky’s suppressed shots as he expertly took down the security on the way to the main office upstairs. Irate voices rose from behind the door, he recognized Whithall’s and the other he assumed was Johann, “Idiot! We will never be anything more than what we are if we cannot even kill a child!”

“Herr Schmidt, he will understand, we cannot just keep cleaning his messes, the other families will start to question–”

Checking his ammunition, Bucky burst through the door, “Hello boys… the kid sends his regards.”

Two shots left Bucky’s gun, each hitting their mark between both the sons of bithches eyes, he picked up his phone, dialing Steve, “Steve, it’s done” He whispers, shooting Johann one more time in the chest, “For the kid” he whispers, walking from the club, the party goers not aware of the death that now stained the floors. He made his way back to his home; to his brothers.

—

Bucky trudged through the door to the family mansion, the house was quiet, aside from the soft whispers and laughter coming from the kitchen, quietly he made his way there, standing quietly in the doorway.

Steve sat at the bar, the kid sitting next to him, Alpine resting quietly in the kid’s lap, “So Peter, where are you from?” Steve asked, taking a bite of the ice cream in front of him.

Peter. That was his name. He wasn't just a nameless victim, and as long as Bucky was breathing, he would always be protected.

Around a spoonful of Rocky Road, Peter answered, “Qu… Queens, Mr. Rogers.” Bucky smiled, as he watched Steve initiate the kid into the House of Rogers. Bucky’s heart swelled, he now had two little brothers to keep an eye on, to protect with his life.

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years ago

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@buckyownsmylife hey babe! Remember that one time you threw that cool challenge? Here's my entry. Prepare to get absolutely ruined because daddy!Bruce is exactly that sort of man.

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Your best friend's dad, Dr. Bruce Banner, is hotter than you thought he would be. 6k words, NSFW. Kind of Alt!Reader - she refers to herself as 'goth' in one instance. Tony Stark makes an appearance because God forbid I write a fanfic without him in it.

This is filthy pron, ft. age difference (reader is college aged) daddy kink, throat fucking, dirty talk, praise kink, cream pie, possessiveness, belly bulge and ending with a hint at a threesome. I really crammed all I could from Eyre's wheel in here, didn't I. Oh well.

"How much longer, dad?" Lyra's annoyed voice struck a chord within me. I tried to hide my snickering - unsuccessfully might I add - causing my best friend to shoot me a hurt look, equally fed up with me as she was fed up with her forgetful adopted father. "You know what, we'll take the subway."

Lyra's father's voice, both agitated and apologetic, reached my ears in bitten-off phrases as the traffic noises around us grew in volume, NYC rush hour rapidly approaching its peak.

With a sound huff, Lyra removed the phone from her ear, staring me down with the most amount of petulance I've ever seen on her usually reserved, placid face. "It's twenty more minutes. Apparently he's driving Tony's car," she offered in the way of explanation, like it actually did anything to better the cold, wet situation we found ourselves in. "Please, and I can't stress this enough, please don't be weird."

I felt a flood of amusement at Lyra's pleading tone. "Darling, if you wanted a normal friend, you should have looked elsewhere," I gestured to my outfit. I looked like a goth boy's wet dream: chunky platformed boots, fishnets, heavy eyeliner. Of course, all in black.

"You know what I mean," she whined, waving off my pointing hand and fixing me with a hard stare. "The least my dad needs is someone that is terrified of him just because sometimes he turns into a big green monkey. It's not as exciting as internet thinks, anyway," the last part of the sentence was mumbled but I heard it nonetheless as Lyra stared out into the traffic, clever eyes looking for a particular car model.

What Lyra didn't know was that I was not at all considering to be terrified by the man who dosed himself with radiation and developed an advanced version of split personality disorder. I could be intimidated by him, sure, because he was incredibly intelligent, a world class scientist with more PhDs than I had zeroes in my bank account, but even despite his green problem, Dr. Bruce Banner was about as far away from 'scary' as a man could be.

The few scarce pictures of him on the internet showed a short, stocky man with kind eyes and salt-and-pepper curls, always dressed in un-ironed, crumpled button-ups with dorky patterns. Looking at him, I mused that there was a high chance he spoke with a stutter and that fact amused me to no end. Jekyll and Hyde, alright.

Lyra was much the same way. Shy and reclusive, with curly brown hair and doe eyes, she spent a good chunk of her first semester in college being avoided by everybody because of her last name; I, on the other hand, avoided everyone out of habit, I'd never been a social butterfly, but the way people subtly made sure to exclude Lyra from all the activities filled me with quiet, seething rage, and I stepped over my general distaste of people and removed my bag from the seat next to me so Lyra could at least study in relative peace.

Yeah, yeah, you've heard it all, I'm sure. Weird goth chick adopts a socially awkward, shunned nerd and they become best friends forever. I had to admit that under the shy exterior, Lyra was smart, witty and even funny sometimes. She was willing to entertain my crude jokes without moaning, at least, and I was perfectly okay with listening to her rant about science every now and then.

Rain banged on the slanted roof of the café we were hiding in, the autumn wind howled, making both of us shiver at the prospect of having to go outside, even if it was for a short moment to run to Lyra's dad's car. The day had started out warm and sunny, but much like a badly calculated chemical formula, it all went downhill a split second after we had set out to leave campus.

"There he is," the grouch in Lyra's expression had me once again unsuccessfully attempting to conceal my snorting.

Nonetheless, I followed her out into the rain, struggling to keep up with the brisk running in my platformed shoes, unceremoniously crawling into the car behind her without sparing a glance at the driver in my eagerness to get out of the freezing downpour.

"Hi, dad," Lyra's tired voice spoke up at the same time as I angrily shook out my hair.

"I've just about McFuckin' had it with New York," I was afraid the dye in my hair would bleed out into my clothes, or even worse, the nice, cream-colored car seats.

"Hello, ladies," the voice that greeted us was low, gravelly and apologetic to boot.

My eyes shot up, meeting an expression full of surprise and amusement. I stared at the shockingly handsome face of Dr. Bruce Banner like a deer in the headlights.

The fine mimic wrinkles had stretched into a resemblance of a smile, soft, plush lips revealing a set of straight, white teeth. The five o'clock shadow framed his jaw, giving it a sharp, defined edge, his clever brown eyes slid down my form, faltering on the pentagram on my belt and my fishnet-covered legs, settling on my chunky boots before hastily snapping back up to my face.

"Dad, this is..." Lyra's voice was full of suspicious bewilderment as she attempted to dissipate the sudden awkwardness.

"Oh, yeah, I'm Dr. Bruce Banner, but you can call me Doc or Bruce," he cleared his throat, turning himself towards the windshield and starting up the car.

"Nice to meet you," I busied myself with putting away any stray hair just to occupy myself with something during the time I needed to recuperate from being just... Looked at by Lyra's dad.

It sounds ridiculous, I know, but I was so taken aback by his handsomeness and his aura of a gentle but powerful man that the ride to Stark tower, however swift, went on in slightly awkward silence. The streets outside were, thankfully, noisy, and the lack of an attempt to have a conversation could easily be attributed to Bruce's need to focus on the road, but Lyra's increasingly concerned looks did very little to settle the sudden racing of my heart.

"C'mon, I'll give you some sweats so you can let your..." Lyra's vague gesture towards my upper body disappeared behind her side of the door. "Hey, Tony," she suddenly interrupted her sentence, very obviously addressing another person who I managed to miss as Bruce parked in the spacious garage.

"I've been told you're finally bringing your friend, Green Pea," a voice I'd heard a thousand times on the TV poked fun at Lyra.

She bent down to retrieve her bag, shooting big eyes at me and mouthing an exaggerated "Sorry!"

Tony Stark looked about a week in debt on sleep, a contrast to the way he usually appeared in public. The exaggerated eyebrow raise made me shuffle awkwardly in my spot; the Led Zep tee caught my eyes as I lingered on it, aware of my own Mötorhead top on display. He noticed it too, causing his face leave the snide territory.

"Wow, I didn't expect kids these days to have any resemblance of taste in music but you've surprised me, Corpse Bride," he gave me a quiet wolf-whistle, watching me through lidded eyes.

I felt my eyebrow crawl upwards at his attitude but Bruce spoke up before I could say anything: "Tony, no," so firmly, I had to raise both of my eyebrows. I felt a smile tug at my lips, the situation strikingly familiar in it's essence. Like father, like daughter...

"No," Lyra's identical expression, fond and annoyed, topped up with an accusing finger pointed in my direction had everyone snorting a giggle at the situation.

"Lyra," I whined, just so I could coax her grin that she was very obviously trying to conceal. "See, I told you, every crazy genius needs their emotional support nerd," I fixed her with a pointed look.

She promptly grabbed me by the arm, leading all of us to the elevator as the two men behind us shared a hearty laugh at my well-timed joke. It was either that or I would have completely embarrassed myself by gaping and drooling over both THE Tony Stark and Lyra's father.

The rush didn't stop there. I was promptly and generously offered not only a spare pair of pants but also a whole room to stay in after an invitation to dinner I simply could not refuse. Dr. Banner firmly coaxed me into staying overnight with his pleading eyes and a hearty seasoning of guilt tripping, softly crooning how he simply could not let a young woman to wander the cold, rainy night in NYC alone.

Tony added something too, in a tone way too surefire and patronising. I guessed he noticed my eyes lingering on Dr. Banner, being a genius and all.

In a short amount of time, I found myself seated at a dinner table next to a happy, giggling Lyra who'd downed a glass of wine and was well into her second. I found it adorable how much of a lightweight she was; not hesitating in the slightest to point out that fact when she made hands for a pitcher of water.

Tony was the first one to snark back something vague about his college days and all the wild parties he used to throw, booing Bruce upon discovery that he, in fact, actually studied in college in favour of partaking in various illicit activities. That had both me and Tony giggling with Lyra promptly joining in, both of us losing it over the running joke or her being either a test tube baby or the result of immaculate conception.

Bruce's face blushed scarlet. He sputtered, a few stray drops of his lemonade landing on the (ironed!) collar of his purple shirt, cough disappearing in the wake of Tony's truly amused cackling. Dr. Banner was well on his way to either choke on his Lo Mein or turn green; thinking quickly, I decided to defuse a situation by sharing a harmless, funny story that happened to me as a freshman.

"I went on a date with this guy who said that music was the most important thing in his life, and I thought, wow, that's so beautiful!" I began my story over Lyra's incessant snickering. "So we had dinner and went back to his place because I'm a whore," the whole table erupted in laughter at my deadpan remark, Tony reaching over to give me a high five.

"And as we got there, he put on one of his demos which was just a bunch of sampled and remixed Guns'n'Roses songs, and I thought wow, that's gotta be one of the worst things I've ever heard," I pointedly looked away as Lyra's cackling grew in volume, having heard the same story several times by now and the outrage I expressed at the situation first hand.

"But instead of that I said, wow, that's so cool! Then we did the thing and his whole bedroom was covered in Axl Rose posters and I'm sure at some point Mr. Rose stared right up my asshole," there were tears streaming down Lyra's face as Tony flopped his upper body onto the table and Bruce convulsed helplessly in a silent fit of giggles. "And then I thought to myself: wow, I would have to pretend to like his music if I dated this guy and I just couldn't do that..." I breathed out, succumbing to the mirth at the dinner table. "It was good but not November Rain good, y'kno?"

Bruce snorted loudly, sliding down his chair with a hand over his face. The table shook with the force of Tony's cackling; I didn't see his expression but the howling, rasping noises sent me into another fit of laughter, right on par with Lyra.

"Is this..." Tony rapidly inhaled the much-needed oxygen. "Is this why you keep wincing whenever I play the 'Roses in the lab?" Tony wheezed and Lyra nodded.

"I just... I can picture it, and I-" she made a vague, encompassing gesture and a face.

"Please, don't," I urged with a snort. "There are better ways to get disappointed."

Dinner went on by smoothly after that, everybody happily making remarks on my dating fail, the topic of Lyra's birth and Tony's college shenanigans dismissed.

I caught Dr. Banner's pointed look as we finished our dessert - he was studying me, eyes searching for something that he very obviously wished was there. From the damp roots of my hair to the soft, cotton top clinging to my chest, I wasn't left unscrutinzed and unexamined. Like one of the many specimens he studied on a daily basis, Bruce lingered on the many characteristics that made me stand out in the grey crowd.

"Would you like to see the labs?" He asked, appearing behind me without a single sound.

The freshly cleaned dishes clattered in my arms. I'd almost dropped them, startled, but Bruce's hand landed on the top of the stack right before the top plate would have slipped off and shattered into pieces on the cold tile of his kitchen.

Blood rushed to my ears. "I'd love to," my brain had briefly returned to reality, the rush of meeting both Stark and Banner succumbing to logic and reason. My and his fields of study briefly overlapped, the question he posed was more than reasonable. In fact, many people would cheat, lie and steal to be in my position.

Bruce smiled, opening a cabinet and taking half of the dishes I was holding to stack them up in their proper place. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, exposing wide, muscular forearms littered with dark, coarse hair.

I was sure my face was flaming. After waving off Lyra's attempts to put shoes on me and leaving her to watch her TV show, a wide, warm palm rested on the back of my waist, gently steering me towards the elevator.

I tried to keep my eyes off Bruce in the large mirror on the walls of the car as it swiftly moved down, scrutinizing my appearance instead. My throat bobbed, the elevator car suddenly too small and too hot.

His eyes left marks on me - invisible ones, the kind that I knew were there just from the scorching heat sizzling on my skin.

There was a certain je ne sais quoi about him. Perhaps, it was in the way he was acting - a polar opposite of what I'd had expected, Dr. Bruce Banner possessed a quiet confidence and his patience appeared to be endless, heartily doused with an appreciation for his closest ones. The way his eyes lit up in response to people smiling around the dinner table was hard to miss.

When Bruce spoke about his research - whatever wasn't classified, anyway - the spark expanded into a mischievous fire. I could hardly understand the nuances in his work, scratch that- I could not understand a single word he was saying, at all. The individual syllables registered as they should, but my traitorous brain could only focus on the way he licked his lips in between quickly inhaled breaths.

"You're not... Following, are you?" The corner of his mouth lifted upwards, clever brown eyes fixed on my face.

God, I hoped I wasn't drooling. But to deny the obvious would have been a stretch. "No, not really," I swallowed, willing my eyes to lift from the large veins on the hand that was pointing at a set of equations. Reasonably good at math any day, they looked like the scribbles of a madman to me at the time.

Dr. Banner sighed, letting silence creep among the whirring machinery in the lab for a brief moment. "I don't scare you?" He removed his glasses, cleaning them with the corner of his shirt.

The question reeked of self-doubt and, perhaps, insecurity. "No," I answered simply, not giving him the slightest chance to find doubt in my words. I was barely holding my voice from shaking, afraid he'd misunderstand my reaction to the sudden change in atmosphere.

He was closer to me than I recalled. My hip was almost brushing his, the bulk of his shoulder millimeters from touching against my bare skin, the smell of something herbal, like tea, and sharp chemicals clouding my senses. It was such a contrasting experience.

Bruce turned to me, an expression between hunger and regret forcing me to shiver and look him straight in the eye. A hand landed on my waist, holding me in place with gentle firmness. "I'm a monster, I could hurt you," he whispered, leaning into me like a touch starved kitten. The man screamed contradiction. "We shouldn't."

Vivid images of the Hulk and the rampages years prior flashed through my mind; the rubble, the collateral damage in the form of many lives. I barely remembered it, having been too little to really understand what was going on. One thing, though, I knew for sure: ever since the world became aware of Lyra's existence, there had been no incidents. Sure, the Hulk still appeared when there was a threat, but there were no documented incidents of the green creature running amok, accidentally.

"You won't hurt me," I spoke with conviction. Perhaps, I was bluffing just slightly but I wouldn't lie like that to myself. The variable, the... Twelve or so percent chance of things going... Awry, it made a small, malicious worm inside of me rejoice and fill my limbs with familiar adrenalised yearning. "You're not a monster. Far from it, actually," I used the hand that was not supporting me against the desk to gently cradle the side of his face, letting my fingertips brush over the rough five o'clock shadow on his cheek.

Bruce emitted a sound somewhere between an agitated grown and a pleading whine, sagging with the sound exhale, pressing himself flush with my chest. His face slipped from my palm, the warm tip of his nose running a steady line up my neck, sending goosebumps running wildly down my back as his hot breath tickled the arch of my throat.

"Baby," the nickname punched a stuttered gasp out of me with the intensity contained in just that one word. "I've been hearing all these amazing things about you," his voice dropped, low baritone rumbling straight into my ear. "I won't be able to hold back. I'll want you all to myself," his bicep flexed under my hand.

My knees would have bucked if I wasn't grasping onto Bruce for dear life after those words. I had some sense of personal pride in me, so while my body was an easy, traitorous thing, my mind was more than eager to participate in this game, to ping pong a little bit before... "Yeah? What things?" I breathed.

Teeth briefly closed around my tender skin, nipping for just a second. "You're kind, beautiful," his hand took a steadfast hold on the back of my neck, exposing my throat to his mouth. More skin to mark, more time to whisper. "Intelligent, bright and clever," the more he spoke, the fiercer he became. Bruce's grasp tightened until I was pliant in it, willingly following his silent commands. "A bit of a pain in the ass," a healthy dose of humour was added into the mix as my ass was roughly grabbed, our fronts pressed together at his insistence.

"That sounds about right," I didn't resist the sudden urge to snark, thoughts lazily floating in my head, like clouds on a bright sunny day, fleeting and sparse. None of them caught on. I was focused on feeling the need, on my need to feel.

A sharp smack landed on the plump of my ass, the sound resonating in the eerily quiet lab. The sounds of machinery had dulled at some point, leaving just the two of us panting our lust into each other's space. "I know you can be a good girl. Will you, princess?" His fingertips dug into my flesh, surpassing the soft sweatpants as if they weren't even there.

I could only nod, dumbly, overcome by the sudden rush of blood to my body. The life coarsing through me sang, demanding a release of the pent-up tension.

"What's that?" Bruce removed himself from my neck, catching my unfocused eyes with a crooked smirk on his lips.

"Yes," I swallowed, breathing through my mouth.

"Mmm," he hummed, running both hands over my sides, over the frayed edges of my Mötorhead top. He admired it, briefly, setting his eyes on the band logo that was right over my breasts. Having decided something to himself, Bruce promptly removed it, lifting it over my head with ease and leaving it right on the science lab table.

Taking hold of my hand, he walked over to a hidden set of sliding doors that revealed a rather large, frequently used bed, shutting them just as I walked in, wearing only my bra and borrowed sweats. My back was pressed to the door in mere seconds, hot palms chasing away the chill of the lab as Bruce slotted his lips over mine.

He tasted like something I've never had before. His lips - so plush and supple, took hold of the kiss with practiced gusto, sucking me in without a chance or the desire to escape. I drank from him, sucked on the bottom lip as his tongue explored my mouth, danced with mine.

The room was spinning, the ringing in my ears growing in volume. I was only partly aware of the sensation of sliding down the wall; our knees thudded on the carpeted floor simultaneously, heavy breathing the only noise I could distinguish.

"Breathe, baby, that's it," Bruce coaxed, gently stroking my nape. The soft cotton of his shirt crumpled under my fingers where I held onto him, desperately searching something to ground myself with.

The buckle of his belt clattered and then clinked again as he wrapped the worn leather around my wrists, bringing them together in front of my chest. I exhaled sharply at the intimate gesture, a whine bubbling up from my chest when Bruce used a single fingertip to raise my chin.

My eyes met his; a brown iris tinged with the faintest of green around the outer edge. "This okay, princess?" He sought my face for confirmation, for agreement, for anything.

I nodded, stuttering mid-gesture, remembering our previous interaction. My mouth did not want to cooperate but I forced it to, even if it came out as little more than a pitiful mewl. "Yes, daddy," the word, sweet and sticky like fruit syrup, poured from my lips.

My eyes slid shut as my conscience - or was it common sense? - took hold of the situation. I was on my knees in front of my best friends dad, a virtual stranger, and I'd just-

Bruce's soft chuckle stopped the negative spiral of my thoughts. "That's my girl," he sounded a tad more breathless now, a hairliner in his perfect façade of self-control. As if he'd sensed my indecisiveness, he tugged on the makeshift restraints, pulling me closer, closer and into his lap.

A warm, solid chest with a healthy amount of fluff greeted me. Bruce let my lax, pliant body fall into his arms, catching me effortlessly and bringing my face to his lips. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, you're my good girl," he peppered soft kisses all over my flaming cheeks, my twitching nose, my fluttering lashes.

"Please," I begged, shame giving way to the flood of arousal that seemingly hit me all at once. I was aware of the dampness collecting in my panties, the stiffness of my limbs from holding back the ravenous desire to paw at Bruce like a wild animal. "Please, daddy..."

"I know, I know, baby girl," he soothed, not stopping his tender assault on my face. "Daddy will make it all better. I know just what you need," Bruce finally pulled away. I heard the sound of him undoing his zipper and then the awkward shuffle of him shucking off his pants.

Somewhere in between of all that, he'd ended up sitting down on the bed, wearing only his boxers, his shirt hanging open. The red crawled down his chest, partially masked by the coarse salt and pepper hair; his lips were cherry red and his hair was sticking out in odd directions. Bruce looked sinful.

My eyes inadvertently landed on the impressive bulge in his boxers; in response to my widened eyes, he reached out for it, stroking the outline of his thick cock through his boxers. "Like what you see, baby?"

"Yeah," My mouth watered.

"Baby wants a fat cock?" He teased, sounding like he knew exactly what he was doing, testing my self-control like that. With a flick of his wrist, it sprang free, slapping against his tummy, coating the fine hairs with drops of clear, musky fluid.

I swallowed, feeling the taste of him from afar and yearning for more where I was parked between his spread legs.

In a gesture almost loving, he tugged on the belt still wrapped around my wrists, bringing my face to his leaking shaft and my hands to the base of it, letting me feel the weight of his balls in them. The cock throbbed, neglected, weighed down by the heaviness of his full balls.

"Go ahead, baby, suck my cock," the encouragement came with a gentle push to my head.

I obediently followed, wrapping my lips around the pink, moist crown of it, a hum beginning in the back of my throat. My God, Bruce tasted heavenly... I whirled and slipped my tongue a around his head, I dipped into the slit to drink the nectar right from the tap, idly coming to awareness of the broken, choked moans coming from the man above me.

Raising my head got me a view of his chin; head thrown back, the lax O of his mouth glistened in the meager light. My eyes slid lower, to the flex of his abs. Bruce fought hard to stay still. The desire consumed me, a sudden rush of power at having Dr. Bruce Banner's cock in my mouth and the man at my mercy; I inhaled, sliding my mouth further and further down his throbbing length.

"Fuck," I heard him mutter before his hands gripped the sides of my face. "Hungry, baby, are you?" His eyes glowed a faint green; I shuddered at the power he held within himself. Held back for me. "Tap my thigh twice," he spoke and I had no choice but to obey. "Okay. Do that if it gets too much, alright?" I nodded. He gave me a wide, beaming smile. "Good girl," he praised, experimentally bucking his hips into my mouth a few times.

In and out. I focused on my breathing, sharp, little inhales: his girth took up all the free space in my mouth, the tip of it barely fit into my throat. The burn, the stretch; I felt every tenth of an inch, every bulging attempt of my body to accommodate Bruce's huge cock. It was delicious, I couldn't help but crave the same stretch in my neglected, sopping wet pussy.

"Fuck, you're taking it so well," Bruce moaned wetly. "Your mouth... S'like heaven... Could fuck it all day, that's my good girl," the rambling increased in it's intensity as the pace of his hips hastened. Drool and tears flowed like a river; my chin was dropping with it, spit connected my face to his pelvis. "Oh," there was a brief pause to his movements; suddenly, he pulled out, fisting the base of his cock, staring me down with a ferocious gleem in his eye.

I must've looked a straight mess; my face like a crime scene, my clothes disheveled, covered in fluids and most of all - I was desperately grinding against my own feet, too focused on the glorious cock in front of me to notice the weakness of my own flesh. "Daddy?" I questioned, wincing at the grating of my own voice.

Without a word, the belt was tugged once more; in a set of movements just slightly north of acrobatic, I found myself laying on my back in the middle of the bed, my sweatpants suffering a haste demise in the corner of the room.

Bruce crawled atop me, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses on every inch of my skin he could reach, mouthing something inaudible into every pore of my body. As he drew closer, I discerned bitten-off phrases, stringing my desire into sticky, tangy mess at the apex of my thighs.

"My perfect baby girl," the words reached me; all tongue, he kissed me once more, arching into me as much as I arched into his hot grasp. A brief inspection of my face - he was satisfied with what he saw - and Bruce crawled back, settling in between my spread legs, breathing hot air on the lips of my sex still covered by a sopping wet piece of fabric.

"Oh fuck," I yelped, feeling him smooch it soundly, the hot wetness of his tongue penetrating the meagre lace barrier with ease.

He moved it aside anyway, with a single finger, giving my pussy a broad lick, moaning into my cunt like a man gone mad. It took a few more licks for him to feel sated enough to surface, all the while holding my hips down. I was so sensitive, I felt even the tiniest flicks to my clit, I was sure if I didn't cum then and there, I would explode.

"Such a pretty pussy, princess," his heavy breathing paused briefly. He nipped my thigh. "So wet, is that all for me?"

"Yes, yes, daddy," I rasped, pushing my cunt into his face, losing all shame and trepidation.

"So tasty," he continued the torture, outlining my lower lips before taking another nosedive right into it, swirling his tongue around every fold, sucking onto my clit.

Bruce ate my pussy until my thighs shook, until my core quivered and I could no longer hold back the choked, ragged screams starting somewhere in the low of my belly and coming out as unholy, all-consuming yowls filled with unadulterated lust.

"Louder for me, baby," he inhaled rapidly, and then, he sucked on my clit.

The world stopped, halted on it's axis, every muscle going rigid in my body and every nerve ending simultaneously coming alive. Faintly, I heard a chant, repeating two syllables over and over, it sounded like my voice - but I had no control over myself. All I could do was weakly grind my hips against Bruce's mouth, faltering when the crashing waves of my orgasm began to recede.

The infuriating overstimulation stopped; blinking hazily, I saw Bruce's eyes glimmer brown and green in front of my face. His nose and his chin was glistening with a thin coat of sticky fluid; disheveled and red, he looked a man on the verge of a revelation.

Something hot and blunt nosed at my cunt, bringing back the moment to me - I realized, with a great deal of impatience - how empty I felt. The decision was minute. "Daddy, fuck me, please, I want your cock," the words came easily.

"That's my girl," his eyes fluttered shut as the first inches squeezed through the snug of my cunt. I was sopping wet and as relaxed as I'd be, but even then, it was a stretch. "Good girl, good baby," the mumbled praise made me whine and my pussy clamp on his cock. "Relax, let daddy fill you up." Breathing through it, I consciously unwound myself around him, letting my palms rest freely on his shoulders. "Let daddy take care of you."

Like melted sugar, his husked words stuck to me inside and out. Short, sharp thrusts; Bruce was patiently burrowing himself inside of me, making his way to reach the deepest parts of me I didn't even know existed. His cock head pressed against something hard and spongy inside of me; stars burst behind my eyes I'd clamped shut on reflex.

I moaned weakly, tugging on his arm, pressing myself closer. It felt so, so good. Like a raw nerve had been exposed and he was stroking it, pushing that little switch with every stroke of his hips.

"I'm not gonna last," he muttered as once again, my cunt squeezed him snugly in place, just as greedy as I was to feel that tiny explosion spark up within me again.

"I want..." I panted. Bruce set in a punishing pace after that, a palm under my ass, squeezing it so hard there would definitely be bruising. I craved it, I needed to see the evidence this was not some elaborate fever dream. "I want... Daddy to fill me up," words came out garbled; it sounded like gibberish to my ears but Bruce - they spurred him on.

"Oh yeah?" That breathless, boyish cockiness was back in his voice again; despite how fucked out he sounded, I prepared myself for something truly out of this world. I just knew.

He sat back on his shins, dragging me by the hips with him, making me shiver and moan and twitch and clamp onto him again as his throbbing cock hit that special spot again. And again. And again.

"Look at me, baby," a hand on my belly and his eyes burning right through me. As they slid down, towards the apex of my thighs where he was still moving within me almost lazily, I saw it.

"Oh fuck," I couldn't utter much more than a two-syllabled profanity. There was a bulge in my belly, just above my pelvis, moving in rhythm with Bruce's hips. And then he pressed on it and I-

Something, someone, somewhere was screaming. The noise was loud and pitched, but even then, I could barely hear it though the neverending waves of bliss that enveloped my whole being. Gold and silver at the edges of my rapidly darkening vision; I was drowning in something that smelled and felt like Bruce. The safety of his arms, the warmth of his heated body, the rapid snapping of his hips-

Oh.

"I'm gonna, fuck," the last word was but a ghost of a human speech. Growling low and filthy, Bruce leaned into my ear, his breath hot and moist. "Mine," his hips stuttered, his cock nestled deep, the sensation bordering on painful, forcefully extracted pleasure. It throbbed with every spurt of his seed; each one felt like a solid punch in the gut to my abused pussy.

"Daddy," I mewled, my body jerking away from him but my mind and my soul yearning for more. His rapidly softening flesh made the idea of being separated unbearable.

"S'good, s'my good girl, m'so proud," he mumbled, looking slightly disoriented as he removed himself from me, immediately pressing me to his side and interwining any free, flailing limbs.

We laid in silence, each of us slowly coming back to Earth after the completely unreal experience we just had. I didn't know what to think, didn't know what to do as the realization set in, the post-orgasmic haze giving way to a sudden rush of clarity.

"I can hear you overthinking," Bruce's voice was fond.

Before I could muster up the courage to snark back, the divided doors opened, one very concerned Tony Stark standing there, armed with a tranquilizer gun in one hand and a pack of cookies in the other. His mouth, previously open to (probably) yell at us, remained as open when his eyes had registered the scene in front of him.

I stared at Bruce. Bruce stared at Tony.

"The noise," he offered in the way of explanation, dangling the pack of cookies, looking, for once - speechless. He recovered quickly, however, even if the remark was a thin ghost of his usual sass: "You pick the nerd over me? I'm hurt," he scoffed in mock irritation, although I was pretty sure I saw some satisfaction in there, too.

Bruce looked at me. I looked at Bruce.

A mischievous grin slowly crept up his face, an identical one beginning to appear on my own face seconds after.

"Hey, two nerds is better than one, right?" My response is what did it; or, rather, it was the evidence of my previous throat-fucking clearly audible in my voice... Tony dropped the cookies and then, the tranq gun.

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But what if Kaeya has the softest hair because he has a better care routine than professional hairdressers and then there’s Diluc who’s still yet to discover what a conditioner is? And like once JUST once he let Kaeya do it and the truth was revealed - Diluc has straight hair, they are just curly from how damaged they are. They both got traumatised by that experience and Diluc never touched hair care products again.

HSHDHDHDH CANON YES (under cut cus I WENT CRAZY) edit: @creativitycrack MADE A POST ABOUT THIS GO GIVE THEM THE LOVE RIGHT NOW

hey hair as a metaphor to reconcile where once drunk Kaeya at the tavern hopped over the counter and started brushing out Diluc’s hair (with the brush he always carries around for albedo and Klee) and Diluc is 1. Abiut to shriek and body slam Kaeya onto the counter 2. Rigid standing quiet and shocked because no one’s brushed his hair in so long and so Kaeya jusy does his hair the best he can for him then fastens it with a pretty blue ribbon (one of his) and pats Diluc like “there !!” And passes out cus he’s ducking drunk and Diluc is just . About to CRY. Then he carried Kaeya home and brushed HIS hair as he slept cus he couldn’t help himself.

and then Kaeya wakes up w a hangover and one of Diluc’s signature red velvet ribbons in his hair and remembers everything and just turns into a curled up ball of embarrassment.

And then it becomes something like a ritual cus Diluc has Kaeya’s ribbon in his hair and Kaeya has Diluc’s and it’s like only the other can fix their hair as long as their ribbon is there. Like Kaeya waves his hand over whenever he’s in the tavern and Diluc sighs and lets him behind the counter to do his hair (still frizzy LMAO) and Diluc does Kaeya’s hair either while walking him home or when he’s asleep on the counter from his side. And it’s so . Precious.

also CONSIDER THR OPPOSITE!!! Kaeya’s hair looks good as it is because of his EXTENSIVE routine, multiple products, specifics, cleans his hair daily, used conditioners oils (but it still has split ends sometimes sigh) but Diluc?? Diluc uses a fucking 20 in 1 heads and shoulders and his hair comes out in shiny bright locks (that he does not brush but they still look good enough) he looks like fuckinh Prince Charming with a fucking chemical filled shampoo on his head and Kaeya is fucking MAD he is fucking JEALOUS what do YOU MEAN HE TAKES OVER 4 HOURS EACH WEEK CATERING TO HIS HAIR BUT HIS OAF OF A BROTHER USES 20 IN 1 SHAMPOO AND GETS THAT FUCKING LOOK.

so he experiments with forcing (he had to triangle head lock him into agreeing) Diluc to go through his own extensive hair routine but as you pointed it out it literally looked godly and regal and kaeya felt his status as Mond’s most wanted man (for charms AND looks) so he never again attempted to do Diluc’s hair even if Diluc asks him before some event like “hey remember when you helped me with my hair—“ he goes “hm? What are you talking about?” COMPLETELY denies because if he isn’t the most fuckable person in the room and if he loses to DILUC of all then why is HE HERE

Hi if you read that far thank you for coming to my ted talk

#Don’t view as ship thank you #ragbros #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya alberich

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dios-hoes-tm · 4 years ago

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Okay! Mod Prim here! I got this idea from @risottosplug ! I hope they don't mind me tagging them.

La Squadra x Boss' Daughter!Reader: Gangbang Headcanons

I'm not gonna write a full fic just yet, if you wanna see it, let the mods know!

Warnings: Smut, risky kinks, Sorbet and Gelato are feral, Ghiaccio is worse, Melone being Melone, etc.

Context: (all characters are 18+) You, the reader, are the boss' daughter and La Squadra uses you as blackmail against the boss. You were never picked up by Bruno's squad and were instead taken by La Squadra.

Melone:

All too eager tbh

Tries his best to make you feel comfortable with being at their hideout to start things off.

He DOES want you to consent after all.

He is the one who starts things off because it's MELONE

Will call you sweet nicknames in Italian (cara mia, dolcezza, belladonna(which means pretty woman), mia amata)

The mating press is his go to position due to his general nature and knowledge

Besides, what better way to blackmail your middle aged boss by knocking up his daughter, right?

Most definitely indulges in his own foot kink. We saw that episode. We can't deny it.

This man will suck on your toes.

Decently well endowed, 6-7 inches hard, not unbearably thick, well groomed

Know what the clit is and where it is so it's safe to assume you're gonna cum

Definitely creampies you. That is not up for debate.

Formaggio

He shrinks you down just a lil bit for funsies

He wants you to struggle to fit him

It's the size kink for me

Second biggest tease

Backhanded compliments

"You're so tight puttana. I feel like you were made for this!"

Hair pulling extraordinaire

Please claw at his back he will nut so hard omfg

He's not much for toys but he will shove the handle of a knife in your ass to 'prepare you'

Call him daddy. He'll laugh but he'll enjoy it.

100% into calling you kitten I don't take criticism

6 inches hard, thick, he does not trim thats a fuckin bush down there

Didn't know where the clit was at first until Melone showed him, but he didn't listen

Prefers to pull out and cum on your thighs and stomach

Illuso

By far the biggest tease

He will choke the living shit out of you like your eyes will be rolled back and he's making Melone hold your hand so you can't claw at his hands

Wants your neck to bruise

You might pass out but that won't stop him

If you do get your hands free, pull his hair and this man will MOAN SO GODDAMN LOUD

He will bite the shit out of you though ngl

Like, you're bleeding today

Surprisingly into knifeplay

Yeah that knife in your ass is being gently dragged across your skin just enough to break it and blood to bead up on the surface

Solid 8 inches, he will destroy you, completely shaved. He likes to be clean.

Despite his cocky demeanor and smarmy bitch attitude, he knows where the clit is and will make you cum

He will creampie you but he's also gonna pull out and jack himself off, edging himself until everyone's had a turn with you

Prosciutto

Double-teaming you with Pesci

Consider it a learning experience for both you and him.

Prosciutto in the front, Pesci in the back. Sweet and Sour sandwich.

Sooooooo goddamn rough

He's putting a collar on you and yanking that bitch until you bruise even more

Call him daddy and that makes things better or worse depending on your outlook

Tells Pesci what to do while fucking you

"Use her damn it! Be rough!"

D E G R A D A T I O N

"Take it troia! I wonder what your real daddy would say if he saw you like this. What would he say puttana? Hm?"

Please answer him. He will slap the fuck out of you.

Another solid 8 inches, a little on the thinner side, very well groomed

Obviously he knows where the clit is and you will cum. No matter what.

Big fan of the creampie. Demands Pesci creampies you as well.

Pesci

He kinda didn't want to do this

But he comes around to the idea when Proscuitto makes him join in.

He's shy and doesn't want to be rough but Proscuitto demands that he be rougher with you

So he complies

Holds onto your waist

Compliments you

"Y-You feel so g-good! And you're s-so pretty!"

Buries his face in your shoulder blades to keep from moaning too loud

Average length, 5-6 inches but thick, well groomed

Proscuitto showed him where the clit was but he's still a little inexperienced

Creampies you because Proscuitto told him to

Sorbet and Gelato

Good luck

Oh these two are going to break you

Bruises, bites, scratches, blood

Gelato begs to take your ass and that is probably worse considering he is absolutely feral

Drags his knife between your shoulder blades and gathers up the blood to use as lube. Even he knows how important it is folks.

Sorbet takes the front and gives Gelato a sweet kiss before absolutely wrecking your shit

Pulls your hair like he's trying to rip your head from your shoulders

Bite him, he bites back and he will lap up your blood like a goddamn vampire

He is daddy. If you call Gelato daddy they will laugh.

"Normally it's little bastard but I'll be your daddy just for today troia piccola"

Sorbet is longer at about 7 inches, a little on the thinner side and well groomed. Gelato is 6 inches, a little thicker and man's got a fuckin bush.

They know where the clit is but they don't care

Sorbet prefers to creampie and Gelato pulls out and cums on your back.

Ghiaccio

Feral bastard

Has Melone join in again for a triple threesome

He will scream, degrade, bruise and make you cry before he's even inside you.

Meanwhile Melone is balls deep in your ass

But when Ghiaccio is inside you, he has the most brutal pace out of anyone

He wants to make you scream and damn it he will

Pull his hair it'll make him whimper before he gets even more pissed and decides to fuck you harder.

"You think that was funny puttana?! I'll give you something to laugh about!"

Has Melone hook his arm under one leg while he hooks his under the other and rails you into next week.

He's gonna be sure you either can't walk or have serious trouble walking.

7 1/2 inches, decently thick, well groomed but it's super curly

He also knows where the clit is but he also fails to give a shit

Pulls out and bends you over so he can cum on your face while Melone creampies your ass

Risotto

Once everyone on his team has had a turn, Risotto stands up.

The minute you see him you know you are oh so very FUCKED

He makes a display of his strength by picking you up and using you as his own personal fleshlight.

Lives for the bulge in your stomach he can't get enough of it

He doesn't moan, he groans and growls.

Uses the blood dripping from your body to make handcuffs and chains using Metallica

Orders Proscuitto to put them on you

Calls you gattina(kitten)

Call him master and something snaps

You aren't walking after this

But if you call him Capo

Honey you aren't waking up after this

Adores choking his partners

You are no exception

10 inches(as is the consensus from the fandom), the kind of thick that will split you in two and well groomed

He knows where the clit is and uses that to his advantage whenever he's about to cum

Creampie. This man has enough cum to be a 1 man bukkake

Then he tilts you down so Illuso can finish once more on your face

After you've been thoroughly used and have cum multiple times, you end up blindfolded. You're covered in cum, filled with cum, and you're blindfolded. Turns out the men in LA Squadra fixed themselves up and decided to take a snapshot of you, upload it to Risotto's computer and emailed it to their boss. Your father. This seemed to be ample blackmail.

#jjba headcanons #jjba smut #risotto nero #formaggio jjba #Proscuitto jjba #jjba pesci #melone jjba #illuso #sorbet and gelato #risotto x reader #prosciutto x reader #illuso x reader #melone x reader #ghiaccio x reader #sorbet and gelato x reader #la squadra x reader

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