#why did you have it on your person Van? hmm.

[lovelaceisntdead]

Anyone else thinking about the fact she had the pen in her pocket. Just me.

[thoughtsforsoob]

im thinking about y/n fucking CEO yeonjun for a raise

CEO!YEONJUN X F!READER

a/n: hello anon!! thank you for the ask :) I usually wouldn’t write something like this (because I’m a strong independent woman that has tons of self respect) but for yeonjun I’d do pretty much anything 🥰 that’s my man right there. Anyways, please enjoy!!

You had just graduated college not so long ago and you were finally out looking for a job! You managed to secure your first position at your first choice company, working as a software developer! you were so proud of yourself and you were happy to finally be able to be independent and support yourself. You had a small apartment and nice things in said apartment but sometimes, you wish you had a little more money to save and to use to go out with your friends once in a while. hence why, after about 6 months, you go in to have a netting with your boss: yeonjun.

you were nervous about this meeting for a few different reasons. Yeonjun was a really handsome individual. Like…so handsome that he border-lined sexy. How could you possibly think of your boss this way? That’s so wrong! You did your best to avoid him because everytime you spoke to him, your cheeks and ears would go bright red and he could see your shyness.

Now, you were stepping into his office after his receptionist said you could. You took a breath before opening the door and finally walked in. There he was, in his usual fancy work attire, looking sexy as always. He was wearing a black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and his usual black slacks. He never wore fancy shoes though, always opting for vans or converse that also came in black. That made him a little less intimidating but still, you were no less nervous to speak to him.

He smiled when he saw it was you and other you to take a seat. “Oh y/n, come on in. Take a seat! Would you like anything to drink?” You shake your head no and he looks at you still. “So, tell me what you’re in for today? Is everything alright around the office?” You look down at your hands and then up at him, “yeah, everything in the office is okay. I kinda needed to ask more of a personal question.” Yeonjun nods and you ask your question. “A raise? Well, you have been doing really well. You’re probably one of our best employees.” Your eyes go wide and you smile. “Really? Does that mean you’ll consider a raise? Even if it’s a small one. I kinda need it.” He looks at you and thinks for a second, “well, maybe I’ll consider if you do something for me.” You were curious as to what he wanted so you asked him and you were shocked to hear his answer. “Just have sex with me. I think you’re really beautiful. If you do it, I’ll give you a $10 raise.” Your eyes get bigger at his offer. A whole ten extra dollars an hour??? That would be plenty to save up for that new hand bag you wanted!

you usually had a little more self-respect than this but you couldn't help it. the offer was too good to pass up no matter what you had to do. thats how you find yourself bent over your bosses desk, skirt bunched up at your waist and panties pooling at your ankles. he's standing behind you, teasing you dripping slit with his erection. he's smirking and using his free hand to caress your ass. "so pretty. how did i not ask for this sooner?"

he finally decided to stop teasing and pushing himself inside of you. you whine at the sudden intrustion and he leans over, grabbing one of your hands and intertwing it with his. "its okay, sweet girl. no need to whine. it's not gonna hurt for long." he kisses your cheek and pulls back to his previous position. when you tell him it was okay to move, he finally starts to thrust. he goes gently the whole time and calls you such pretty names. "such a beautiful girl taking it so well. you like this, hmm? when a big, important man treats you nicely?"

he continues his movements until you starts whining to cum. "mm sir...please. wanna-" you were cut off by his groan. "sir? you called me sir? say it again." he sniffle from the tears falling from your eyes, "sir! please!" he groans again and leans over again, getting closer to your face. "cum for me, pretty. wanna see that gorgeous face." with his words, you were sent overthe edge and finally let go. you cry out at the euphoric feeling and yeonjun continues to thrust, pulling out when he's ready to cum. he pumps himself a few more times and cums all over your ass. he smirks when he sees his work.

when you're done, you attempt to put your clothes back on buthe stops you. "hey, what are you doing? let me take care of you." you were suprised by this and turned, "sir, are you sure? you don;t have to do that. i understand if you don't have time for me beyond this." he shakes his head and chuckles, "i don't just have sex with anyone. what if i liked you and wanted to take you on a date? what wold you say?" you look at his eyes and they were sincere. "mm fine. lets go on a date." he smiled and kissed your cheek.

once he finally cleans you up and dresses you once again, he escorts you out of his offce with a wink and his phone number now in your phone.

[apomaro-mellow]

Part One of the Newly Wed Game

A few things happened that evening. 

The first was Steve quickly came to terms that he knew a lot about Eddie. That made sense. They hung out a lot. He knew a lot about Robin too because he cared about her. The difficult part of this was the fact Eddie knew a lot about him. And how warm inside that made him feel.

It was the way after the game, Steve went for seconds on the hot dogs and Eddie handed him the barbecue sauce and relish without a word. Steve only hesitated for a moment.

The second thing that happened was Steve tried to imagine how he’d feel if a girl he was dating knew all those things about him.

The third thing was trying to imagine Eddie as a girl.

But he didn’t need to. The image was already perfect with Eddie as is.

The fourth thing was a talk. After the barbecue, Eddie drove him and Robin back in his van. Robin was dropped off first and that was the first time Steve spoke up the entire ride.

“Can we talk?”

“Yeah”, Eddie answered easily.

He drove them out to a convenience store. Eddie went inside and Steve thought he’d come back with beers or something but Eddie surprised him with Coke flavored slushies.

“Meet me in the back”, Eddie said through the window. He went through the van’s back door while Steve just climbed through the front. Eddie closed one door, leaving the other open to get a breeze from the warm summer night.

Steve started speaking and it felt so disjointed and chaotic and oh god is this what was going on in Robin’s brain all the time? It was like he was vomiting words and by the end of it he expected Eddie to have either the blank face of someone not following or the bewildered look of someone caught in a verbal storm. Instead he looked, almost contemplative.

“Sooooo, lemme get this straight. You think you might be into me, based on what happened in that game?”

He said it so plainly and succinctly and it made Steve feel like an idiot. But he nodded anyway.

“Dude, I think you’re getting your wires crossed. I mean I know I’ve got the curly locks, but it’s Nancy you should be after.”

“If all it took was curly hair to make me fall I’d be dating Dustin!”, Steve shouted. He kicked his legs a little, hanging off the edge of the van. He was feeling restless. This was new territory and he didn’t know what came next.

“The only reason we did all that was so Nancy would see you’re still boyfriend material.”

“Yeah well, we shouldn’t’ve gotten every question right then”, Steve said.

Eddie’s back was against the side of the van, his legs stretched out right behind Steve. “I kinda lost track of the plan.”

“Why’s it so important to you that Nancy and I get back together?”

Eddie smiled a little before looking away. “Because it just makes sense, man. I mean, nothing against Jonathan, but you and her are like....a couple at the end of the world.”

Steve let out a frustrated laugh. “Is that your way of rejecting me?”

“Has this been your way of coming on to me? And I thought you were flirting royalty.” Eddie had seen Steve in action. He was never this timid about it. He always went for what he wanted.

“I never flirt unless I’m sure the other person is into me to.”

Eddie felt his walls getting weaker. Inside of him there was a mini-Eddie screaming to be let out. I’m into you! I’M into YOU! Flirt with me! Fucking do it!

Eddie pushed it down. Steve already had a high school sweetheart with whom to live his picket fence dreams. And those dreams couldn’t happen with him.

“You and Nancy just make sense.”

“Everyone keeps saying that.” Steve tossed his empty cup to the ground and moved, closing the van door, shutting out the sounds of cars going down the street. “It doesn’t make any sense to me at all.”

And then he straddled Eddie’s lap.

“Steve....what are you doing?”

“Hmm”, Steve moved a bit to get comfortable. “Now see, this makes sense to me. It’s just missing...” Steve moved Eddie’s hand, the one currently empty to sit on his hip.

The straw hung limp in his mouth. Was this really happening right now?

“Does this make sense to you?”, Steve asked, his hands against the van walls, caging Eddie in with his body.

And fuck if that didn’t do things to him. Then he remembered witnessing King Steve pull similar moves in the hallway, getting girls to focus solely on him. And fuck if getting the Steve Harrington Special didn’t do things to him. Eddie said the half finished slush down, only half caring if it fell over and put his other hand on Steve’s hip.

He didn’t know if this made sense. In fact, he was pretty sure it was all nonsense. But Eddie wasn’t about to tell Steve to get out of his lap.

“You and Nancy”, Eddie said in a low voice, although it was more of a reminder to himself than to Steve.

Steve didn’t want to hear her name anymore. So he leaned in and kissed Eddie. When he pulled back, Eddie’s eyes were closed but he was still trying to talk.

“You and...you and Nan-”

Steve kissed him again. This time when he pulled back, he watched Eddie take a breath as his eyes fluttered.

“You and-”

“You. Only you Eddie.”

Steve leaned in for a third when someone banged on the van.

“Hey no loitering! You and your broad get a move on!”

Steve grinned. “You’re my broad.”

“Actually, it’s my van and I’m driving. So you’re the broad sweet-cheeks.” And then Eddie gave him a daring squeeze of those cheeks and Steve felt his blood jump.

Years of getting his ass slapped by other jocks didn’t prepare him for this.

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It started as a slow, on the down low thing. For Steve, it was because he was afraid of falling too hard too fast. Of Eddie getting tired of him. Of a devastating dumping. For Eddie, it was because he was waiting for Steve’s experimentation to be over and for him to go back to be the straight boy right out of every father’s dream for their little princess.

They kissed in private but in public the affection showed in other ways. In ways they were both realizing had always been there. Eddie being loud and obnoxious in most places but still knocking politely when coming to Steve’s house. Steve buying more hair spray for himself and throwing some hair ties into the basket as well.

The little things.

This goes on for a month and while it kills Steve to not tell Robin, he himself is not entirely sure what he’d tell her. “Yes I like girls but I also like Eddie. No, not guys. Just Eddie.”

What sense did that make? Steve tried looking at other guys but none of them compared. He tried looking at other girls too with the same result. So maybe he was just attracted to Eddie for the rest of his life. He could deal with that.

What he couldn’t deal with was coming out to Mike Wheeler.

Mike had been tasked with going to Eddie’s trailer to try and finesse some info about the new campaign. He’d lost rock, paper, scissors. Whatever. Mike took this task seriously. So of course, he was gonna scope out the situation. He noticed Steve’s car was parked out front. Mike didn’t know what those two did all the time together. They didn’t share any of the same interests as far as he knew.

He tiptoed around the trailer. The blinds to Eddie’s room were shut. So he went over to the kitchen window. If Eddie was in a good mood, this could be easy. If Steve ruined it by saying something stupid, that made Mike’s job way more difficult. He stood on a milk crate in time to see Steve come into view and go into the fridge.

Eddie came soon after, his hair looking crazier that usually, like he’d been thrashing it around. He hugged Steve from behind and kissed the back of his neck and Mike almost lost his shit.

“I thought you were too tired to move?”, Steve asked.

“Baby I just couldn’t wait. Missed you too much.”

There was more gooey, lovey-dovey stuff which would gross Mike out if he wasn’t already pissed.

“I can’t believe this!”, Mike shouted, grabbing their attention.

“Wheeler...”, Eddie said in a warning tone.

“You guys were cheating at that game!”, he accused. “You rigged it by pretending to not be dating!”

Both let out an exasperated sigh before Mike disappeared from the window.

“I’m telling Nancy!”

“Wheeler!” 

“Mike!”

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Part three

[spahhzy]

The plan!

Roman: Jaune, listen, I have a plan... a plan so glorious it's will put all my other plans to shame with how not glorious those plans were and -are you listening?

Jaune with Neo is currently just currently having his Tuesday tea date with her.

Jaune, annoyed: Yes, Roman, I know another one of your glorious plans. What is it this time?

Neo: Oh, lighten up, dummy. I'm sure it can't be worse than working with that fire bitch.

Jaune: Did you see the look she gave me? Rude!

Neo: She was trying to lay claim to someone that is already mine.

Jaune: Oh, I'm yours, am I? I clearly remember differently last night.

A kick to the shin was all he got as he looked at Neo's cute smile.

Roman: If you two are done being gross flirts, I can actually explain my super ingenious plan.

Jaune: I'm all ears Cap'n.

Neo: Go on!

Roman: We, as In You, me, and Neo, are going to sneak into Beacon as students, and STEAL whatever it is that Cinder wanted.

Jaune: ...wait, you believe what she was saying?

Roman: I did some digging, and she has whitefang in her back pocket, so it seems she is very adamant about getting in their.

Roman: So, it's gotta be something big, plus, I can fuck with Ozpin some more and that's always a plus.

Jaune + Neo: ...

Jaune: Uh, you know how the initiation process is right? Also how can we get in there? We never applied.

Roman: fear naught, my left hand of destruction l have already submitted our fake transcripts under false aliases.

Roman hands them ID cards.

Jaune: Tacitus Kilgore?

Neo: Beretta Stone?

Roman: annnd Rip Van Winkle as yours truly.

Jaune and Neo look at each other before both laughing.

Roman: What's so funny, I had to think long and hard on those names!

Neo: I think you just picked names out of a book and threw a few darts at them.

Roman: I-I did not! Look, we can do this, we steal whatever valuable is locked away right under Ozpin nose and flaunt in Cinders face before selling it off to the highest bidder!

Jaune: Roman, you know this is like a big commitment? It's like a year to four years, possibly depending on what Cinder does, granted we ain't helping them.

Roman: Trust me, Jaune, if all goes well, we can be in and out within the year!

Jaune: Alright if your sure...

Jaune turns back to Neo.

Jaune: How about you?

Neo: playing school for a while? Sure, why not. Plus, it would be fun to flaunt you around a bit.

Jaune blushes before smiling at Neo nodding he turned to Roman.

Jaune: Looks like you got yourself a plan.

Roman: Great!

Neo: Wait... aren't their teams of four?

Jaune: Oh yeah, I heard about that and that you get paired in two's as well, I think the first person you see is like your partner for the rest of your time their.

Roman: Relax, I will have that all taken care of when it comes down to it... As for our fourth member, I already made a call, and she will be down here shortly. Already ran it by her mother and her, and her mom was iffy at first, but with some...persuasion, I was able to get her to agree.

Jaune: Oh, Yangs coming too...oh boy.

Neo: The pun-she devil is going to torment us, oh the inhumanity!

Roman: I actually find her puns hilarious, mind you.

-

Else where on Bumblebee, coming to a stop just outside of vale.

Yang: I got the strange urge to torture two individuals, specifically with puns... hmm.

She continued her drive to vale.

[steve-harringtons-ass]

“Do you love me?” Eddie x Fem!Reader SMUT

Cw: Intercourse, swearing, head (both recieving)

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The way you and your lifelong friend, Eddie, became 'friends with benefits' was... To put it bluntly, interesting. In fact, it wasn't some kind of contract or mutual agreement. It just sorta happened.

You and him were cleaning up the school's basement together after a D&D meet. Tension between you two had been especially high that week. He couldn't make eye contact with you in the game, he'd brush up against you every time you bent down to pick up something...

And you.

You couldn't explain this sudden attraction to him. You were like a cat in heat around Eddie, and it was embarassing. He'd smile at you and you'd feel heat pool between your legs. You'd take a break cleaning the basement just to get a glance at him doing his thing. When he brushed against you for a third and final time, you had subconciously let out the smallest of noises just to get his attention.

You two had a lot more to clean up after that.

Originally, you thought it was a 'one and done' thing, but one time in the school basement turned into another time in his van, a third time in your room, a fourth, fifth, sixth time...

Now, the two of you are home for the summer after your first year at college, and nothing changed. Anytime you could visit him or vice versa, you did.

But lately, you noticed things were getting more personal. He'd throw in more pet names, kiss you for longer, hang around longer.

You don't mind it at all. It's cliché, sure, but you'd give anything to just word-vomit all your feelings to this man and go from fuck buddies to something more. But it doesn't work like that.

You had just finished moving back in when you hear the phone ringing.

"Hello?" You answer.

"You officially back home?" Eddie asks, eagerness prickling his voice.

"Yup, you?"

"Obviously, where else would I be callin' from?"

You can hear the smile in his voice. "Right, sorry... Hey, wanna do something? I'm done unpacking and I'm bored as all hell."

"That's why I called. A/C's broken here, and I've got nothing better to do..." He pauses. "Not that I would want something better to do-fuck, that came out wrong."

You smile at him getting flustered. "Come over, we can walk around the town and get shakes or something?"

"Sounds fantastic, I'll be there in ten." You heard him hang up before you could say anything.

Sure enough after 10 minutes, his van is in your driveway.

You open the door to greet him, and suddenly it's just like that evening in the basement again. He's wearing a cut up Iron Maiden shirt, jean shorts, and his frizzy hair is pulled into a ponytail. It's enough to make you lose it right then and there.

You close the door behind you, sunlight already far too hot.

"So..." Eddie turns to you as you both start walking down your driveway. "Rate your freshman year out of 10."

"Hmm... Solid 9. What about you?"

"10 all the way, especially since I wasn't too far away to see you." You can't tell if it's just the heat, but Eddie's face turns pink when he says that. He looks away as if he'd said something wrong.

"Ohoho, really? That's all that made it good?" You're studying him while he isn't looking at you. The way he fidgets with the frayed ends on his shorts, the way his happy trail peaks from underneath his shirt... All you want to do is rip it all off of him.

"Well yeah dude," His eyes still won't meet yours. "You're like, my best friend." He says the last few words in an overly excited, high pitched voice to make you laugh.

"Right right, I forgot." You smile when he flips you off as a response.

You and Eddie come back an hour later; sweaty, tired, and hot, to a note on the refrigerator.

It's from your mother. Your sister needed summer clothes and the mall is having a sale, so the house is empty for the afternoon.

The two of you are in your room now, fan blasting as you try and cool down.

All Eddie can focus on as he leans agains your dresser (besides the blistering heat) is you. You're rambling on about some drama between your two roommates, and though he is listening, he has to admit he's getting distracted. He's drinking you up like he's dying of thirst. He's watching you run your hands through your hair, watching your smile beam when you talk about your favorite roommate, studying how the sunlight from your window highlights your eyes, your lips, the frizzy parts of your hair.

He's taking this little secret to the grave, but he's madly in love with you. So in love it scares him, and everytime he sees you it gets more and more difficult not to say anything.

"Yeah, so that was my entire life second semester." You pause and look at him.

"Hm? What?" He stiffens, hoping you knew he was listening.

He looks absolutely gorgeous. His lower back's pressed against your dresser, hands in his pockets. You sit there and he takes his ponytail out, tossing his hair around and running his fingers through it before putting it up again.

"Are you alright?" You ask.

He looks down at you and smiles. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

You get up from your bed, your eyes never leaving his. "What are you thinking about?"

He swallows, and hesitates before answering. He's been acting off all day but you can't figure out why just yet.

"You, sweetheart. Who else would I think about?" He looks as if he had no control over saying any of that, but he doesn't try and take it back either.

"Hm. Sweetheart... That's a new one." You move closer to him.

Sweetheart. The name rolls off his tongue like he's called you that for years. "What else are you thinking about?"

"Do you want my honest answer?" He brushes a stray piece of hair from your face.

"Why else would I ask?"

He leans down to whisper in your ear. "I wanna fuck you until your damn bed breaks."

You lift his chin up with your finger to look at him. He's got a look in his eyes that screams desire, but something's different this time. Before you can figure it out, he kisses you. Suddenly, you're in this alternate universe where you and him have been the love of each other's lives for years. A universe where the two of you aren't one random date away from losing each other.

Rarely do you two ever kiss like this outside of hooking up. Eddie would remain celibate for the rest of his life if it meant still being able to kiss you, but that's something he'll take to his grave. You wish things were different between the two of you. Lord knows just how much you're keeping from him, and you wonder if it's the same on his end.

After a while, you pull away. He looks lost without your lips on his.

"Lemme taste you, please?" You whisper in his ear.

His eyes widen at your bluntness, but it's nothing he isn't used to.

"Shit- you can do whatever you fucking want to me." He starts undoing the buttons on his shorts but you stop him.

"I'll take care of that."

You let him stand and watch as you slide his boxers off. His heart nearly jumps out of his chest as soon as you give him that innocent look, gazing up into his eyes.

"Fucking take it, please." He nearly can't get the words out as you lick up the shaft.

You're bobbing your head as you make an attempt to fit all of him in. All composure he had is lost now as his vocabulary becomes a string of curses, moans, and Y/n's- and you can't help but admire how hot he looks when he's like this. His hand clamps over his mouth as he sinks into your dresser, his other hand buried in your hair.

"Fuck, your mouth always feels so good angel." He huffs, his raspy voice broken up by his moans.

You switch your mouth for your hand, sliding it up and down just slow enough to make him suffer for his orgasm. Minutes pass as you watch him struggle to catch his breath, struggle to stand without his legs trembling. Your mouth is back on him, dragging your tongue across his tip.

"Y/n- God, please please keep going- fuck."

"Mm," You feel his cock twitch, and you remove your mouth with a popping noise. Soon after you watch him cum, and you do nothing to stop it from spilling out onto the floor. Eddie takes a moment to collect himself. You look up at him and take this view in as he's gripping your dresser, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his breath. His arousal drips down his shaft before you lick it off of him, earning a shiver from him.

"You're fucking evil." He groans.

You give him a mischievous look. "Then you're fucking evil."

"Yeah? Can evil get back on her bed then?"

Something about the way he asked has you far too excited. It's the raspiness in his voice, the quiet muttering.

"Hmm..." You pause. "I think so."

"C'mon hun, lay down for me."

His voice sends shivers down your spine, and you obey him. Every minute he isn't touching you is a minute wasted- it's torture.

He takes off your shorts, sliding them off you and tossing them aside like they're nothing. Before he continues, he leans down and kisses you. As his one hand holds your leg down, his other trails up your thigh. He's taking his time, like he's afraid he might wake up and you'd have disappeared.

He starts by rubbing circles on your clit through your panties, getting quite the reaction from you already.

"Take it off please." You whimper. His hands always work like fucking magic on your skin, but you're impatient.

"Of course, angel." He smiles when he notices the blush creep across your face and takes off your panties.

Eddie wraps his arms around your thighs, making sure to spread your legs as wide apart as he can. He's got you locked in, as he always did when he ate you out.

"Don't make me wait, Eds..." You pout as you look at him.

"I've just got such a pretty view, I can't help it." He makes eye contact with you, making sure to maintain it as he kisses the insides of your thighs. His eyes refuse to leave yours even while you're shivering, even while you're gasping and squirming under his grip as his tongue swirls around your clit.

He's excited, his ego inflates every time you moan his name and, quite franky, it's his favorite sound. You're trying so hard not to buck your hips against it his mouth while he latches onto your clit, sucking and kissing the over-stimulated nerves.

He looks up at you, watching the way your back arches and you cover your face with your hands.

"So shy all of a sudden, angel. You know you taste so fuckin' good, I could do this to you for hours..." And he has before.  You can't even tell him you're about to come you're so caught up in his fingers digging into your thighs, his tongue, his words... the way he has to look at you every so often.

Your chest is heaving you're panting so heavily. Eddie listens to your whimpering moans while his one hand leaves your thigh.

"God, you sound so pretty." His hand drags across your skin and you nearly jump.

He scissors two fingers in you, his mouth and fingers creating a rhythm that drives you wild. The feeling of his fingers in you makes you flinch, little moans and yelling his name spilling out of you.

A tightening feeling makes itself known in your stomach and you start to tremble while he laps up every drop that floods out of you. All you could muster up to say was a string of curses.

You sit up after a few seconds of staring at the ceiling.

Eddie looks proud of himself. You're absolutely destroyed, but he doesn't want to be done yet- and he's hoping you're thinking the same.

"Do you... Wanna stop here?" He asks.

"God, no." You pause for a moment. "Get on the bed, I wanna be on top this time."

He looks excited, and you definitely don't have to ask twice before he's switched places with you.

You waste no time crawling on top of him. The look in his eyes is screaming infatuation for you. You're avoiding his cock completely, and the frustration on his face is priceless.

"Be patient, hun." You lean down and kiss him, feeling him abdolutely melt beneath you. He's desperate to touch you, his hands slide up your back. He's gently dragging his hands along your back and you shiver, gasping into the kiss.

Eddie nearly loses it.

You pull away, pecking his lips, then his neck. You're fucking dripping for him, but you just want to tease him first.

Until...

"Please." Eddie huffs. "I need to feel you on top of me."

You smile. "Ohh, alright. You've waited enough."

He looks relieved as you sit back up, guiding yourself to slowly sink onto his cock. You whimper in response, and it's a sound he loves.

"C'mon, princess." His hands are on your waist as he guides you to move up and down.

You're huffing and moaning as you bounce on his cock, his hips bucking so much it's shaking the bed. You both are looking in each others eyes, and there's something so voyueristic about it. Neither of you can control yourselves. He's moving you on him like you're a goddamn fleshlight- and he's touching you everywhere he can. Your hips, your waist, your tits- anything.

Eddie's soft moans and whimpers are driving you crazy. He's looking at you on top of him like you're the 8th wonder of the world, you've never seen him so infatuated with you.

"I love when you look at me like that." You catch him in the act, and his face turns red as he looks away. "Hm? You don't enjoy watching me use your cock for my own pleasure?"

"'Course I do..." He says. "My favorite view."

"That's what I thought."

You pick up the pace just a little bit, and his grip on your hips tightens.

It's all too much. The room is hot, and you both are sweating. He's groaning out from under you, squirming and bucking his hips from overstimulation. You're listening to his heavy sighs and his deep, raspy groans like it's a song- one you never want to end. Your back is aching, your stomach is in knots, but you haven't finished yet.

"Shit." Eddie huffs. "You're so fuckin' hot on top of me, doin' such a good job, hun."

His hands are rubbing both of your nipples, and he can't get enough of seeing your tits bounce. He moves his hands to your waist, then your hips.

“C-Can’t get enough of your hands, hun.” You say. It comes out shakey.

He's yelling and telling you to keep going just as he reaches his climax, but you keep going to reach your own. You give him no time to collect himself, and it drives him up the wall. His mouth is open as curses and groans flood out of him.

"I fuckin' love the way you move, angel.” He mumbles. “Fuck- I love you."

"Ohh fuck." Your back arches, and a shiver runs through your body. He watches you clamp a hand over your mouth, muffling a long, whimpering moan as you orgasm.

You both pause.

You heard it- clear as day.

"What did you just say?"

Time freezes.

He looks at you as if he'd just said something horribly wrong.

"Shit. I didn't mean to say that."

"It sounded like you did." You're panting still. "Eddie. Do you… Do you love me?"

He looks terrified of what will happen if he tells you the truth.

"I need you to be honest."  You break the silence yet again.

"Why?"

"Can you just fucking tell me?" You're not breaking eye contact.

"Yes-Fuck! Yes I did! And I'm sorry I said it." He looks humiliated.

"Sorry?" You slowly get off of him to put your clothes back on, wincing as you do so. "Why would you be sorry?"

"'Cause like, this isn't a... Y'know." He's getting up now too, grabbing his boxers.

You've got your shorts and shirt back on, and you stand and look at him.

"Do you want it to be?"

"I can't answer that, Y/n." He's nervous, he can't even begin to predict how you'd react. He's running his hands through his hair and picking at his nails.

"Answer or I'll just keep pestering you about it." And he knows you will, you're quite good at the whole pestering game.

He draws in a breath before letting out a deep sigh.

"I mean, yeah. I do. But if you don't and I just ruined things, I want you to tell me."

"You didn't ruin anything, Eds." You look at him, making sure he knows you're serious. "Have you ever considered that I might've felt the same?"

He looks shocked for a moment before saying, "No. Why would you?"

"Do you not see where I'm going with this?" You pause, and he doesn't seem to suddenly understand. "I'm fucking in love with you. All I've wanted is a relationship out of this."

"Well why didn't you say anything?"

"Same reason you didn't."

He comes up to you, taking your hands in his. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I've wanted nothing more than to be your boyfriend since we became friends."

"It's okay, really. I could have said something, too."

"So then... Do you ya wanna be…?" He looks at the floor, and for someone who’s literally fucked you in a bathroom stall once, he’s incredibly awkward now.

"Hmm. I'll have to get back to you on that." You snicker. "God, this is so cheesy. Of course I will."

He smiles and kisses your forehead.

"Alright, can we do something about this fuckin' heat?"

[all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth]

All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Small Potatoes (4x20)

“Well, what do you want to talk about?” she asked, swirling her wine around in her glass.

Usually, when he did this, Eddie had to tread delicately on a path someone else had already laid before him. Sometimes it was a Herculean task to get to learn little details about the women he was pursuing because it would be stuff their husbands would never ask. 

But this was different. 

It didn’t take him long to realize he’d initially misread the situation when he saw them at the clinic. Based on the look Dana Scully shot him when he tried to hold her hand at the airport, he knew he was navigating territory Fox Mulder had yet to conquer.

It didn’t make any sense to him. Such a good-looking guy, an agent of the Federal Beurow of Investigation, couldn’t get with his hot, nerdy partner? When he was watching them earlier, they seemed so into each other, like they were two people living in their own little world. It was something he usually only saw with couples in love.

“Earlier, you uh- you said you’d be Eleanor Roosevelt if you could be someone else for a day. Why her?” 

“I thought you said it couldn’t be a dead person,” she teased, giving him a pointed look.

He shot her a soft smile. “I want to hear why you chose her though.”

That wasn’t even a lie, he really did. Eddie saw through the window the way Mulder’s face contorted into something akin to revulsion when she answered, presumably in response to the First Lady’s appearance. It was the same expression Amanda had when she talked about him. Yet Dana didn't seem to judge a book by its cover.

“Well,” she started, taking a deep breath. “I think she’s an admirable woman. She has a lot of beautiful qualities that I would love to embody.”

“She continued her husband’s work after he fell ill right? Motivated him to keep going when no one else would, even going so far as to take on some of the load herself despite the criticism she received?” For the first time, he was grateful one of the women from the clinic loved watching the History Channel.

She nodded, seemingly pleased. “They were a great team.”

“For what it’s worth, I think you already embody a lot of the First Lady’s admirable qualities.”

She looked caught off guard by the compliment, but recovered quickly, a dusting of color on her cheeks the only giveaway that his assessment had an effect on her.

“You never answered your own question,” she stated into the hollow round of her wine glass.

“Hmm?”

“Who would you be?”

A small exhale of laughter escaped through his nose before he could catch himself and it didn’t go unnoticed. “What?” she pried.

Eddie raised the glass to his lips and pretended to take a sip to buy time. Who wouldn’t he rather be? He wanted to be someone who was funny, someone smart, someone who was loved — but at the end of the day, he truly did want to be Eddie Van Blundht. He just wished other people would want that too.

Sure, he wasn’t attractive in the conventional sense and maybe he didn’t have a fancy job working at the Federal Beureaw of Investigation, but he wasn’t all bad.

Setting the glass back down, he remembered something he’d seen in Mulder’s apartment and it seemed as good of an answer as any. 

“Elvis,” he answered.

“Elvis?” she deadpanned, her amusement showing itself in a slight grin.

“Have you heard the voice on that man? And his moves?”

“I would just like to state for the record that you also chose a dead person,” she remarked.

He shrugged in mock surrender. “My love for the King goes beyond the grave. But what about you? What type of music are you into?”

“Oh, um,” she paused, contemplating her answer. “I’ve always been a fan of R&B. Dennis Edwards, Stevie Wonder, Al Wilson–”

“What about Al Green?”

“Of course,” she replied with an earnest grin. “I have all his albums.”

“You should put them on!” he encouraged.

“Now?”

“Why not?” he countered, pleased when she nodded her head in acquiescence and got up.

His eyes trailed over her form as she walked across the room and he felt the familiar coil of arousal twist in his gut. This was probably the most beautiful woman he’d spoken to in a long time, and he wanted this to go well.

While she was preoccupied, Eddie took the opportunity and leaned over to top up her wine, pretending to do the same to his untouched glass. It’s not that he wanted the women to be drunk by the time he made a move, he just found that it helped blur the lines between how they expected their husbands to be and what he would do for them. They were less likely to question why their husband's kiss felt different or why he was trying something new. It was just better this way.

He grimaced as droplets of wine fell onto the papers scattering the coffee table, and he looked back to make sure she was still preoccupied before snagging a couple of tissues and blotting the liquid. 

His attention was drawn to a legal pad sitting amongst the papers. In delicate, feminine scrawl, he made out the words “Doctor Appointment - Thursday at 8:30.” His confusion only deepened when he leaned over to throw the tissues in the waste bin and saw a few others stained a different shade of red. She didn’t look sick, but then again he knew better than anyone looks could be deceiving.

He quickly moved back into place when Al Green’s voice filled the room. “I haven’t played music like this in so long,” she admitted, walking back to him with a shy expression.

Suddenly he realized this might be easier than he thought. Maybe she needed this as much as he did.

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@gaycrouton

[royal-they]

okay so personal headcanon on why mike cut his hair, i personally think it's his way of handling - or not handling - his grief over eddie munson.

we know already that eddie inspired mike and dustin a lot to embrace their nerdier side. it also is clear that he got mike interested in alt culture quite a bit. which i think is really sweet honestly.

i also personally like the headcanon that many people had when volume one first came out that mike had a bit of a crush on eddie. bc it's honestly not that out there lmao.

hes completely infatuated. like everyone else in hellfire was laughing and agreeing with eddie and mikes just like smiling like an idiot the whole time. not a word is getting into his head. (similarly to the van scene)

basically, my headcanon is this. okay so mikes look in season four is him being inspired by eddie. okay, but what if mike had a tiny crush on eddie? what if this is not a, youre cool i want to look like you but a hey youre cool and i want you. which i feel like as a queer person - whos also trans - doesn't feel that out there at all.

mikes also VERY repressed, even taking his possible queerness out of the picture. never once is his trauma really brought up outside of maybe like season two? maybe? kind of?? like this kids seen supernatural monsters, tons of people dying, and being possessed and yeah he isn't able to talk about it bc of the government but like he also never talks about it with the other characters who already know about everything? lots of characters don't but i feel like mike especially doesn't talk about it. he just immediately starts trying to be el's boyfriend. or what he thinks el's boyfriend would be i guess is a better way to put it. bc as far as el's concerned i think he's doing a shit job.

so seeing dustin and mike react so differently is kinda not surprising at all. dustin really holds on to the memory of eddie, almost obsessively. like he's still walking around in his hellfire shirt that is literally ripped. dustin also literally saw eddie die so there's also that. (i kind of want to see lucas dustin and mike fight about this in season five ngl)

it's been said that there's going to be some sort of large time jump and it's not really clear yet how far that time jump is? so maybe mike just moved on faster, but honestly i find that really fucking hard to believe seeing how he handled el and wills "deaths."

so anyway, my point is. mike with short hair back to a style similar to his season 1/2 style? not very surprising. when you have trauma you tend to stay very fixated on the event. dustin saw eddie die, so he's stuck on that, even in how he dresses.

mike is worried about everyone leaving him constantly so someone that he looked up to dying who seemed invincible is going to fuck him up. he really hates growing up which is brought up a lot. so him kind of going back to a time before everything went to shit, when he was a lot younger isn't to crazy. they're both coping differently.

edit: mike also maybe realized, hmm this isn't making me feel more confident but i still like the way eddie looked like a lot- wait nope time to repress this. hahaha so straight i have a girlfriend yes very straight of me did you know i am straight

anyway. this isn't the most coherent theory/head canon but it's what i've been thinking about for the past week.

[starbylers]

Nothing is more headache-inducing than when people say ‘Give me a single piece of evidence that Mike likes Will romantically’ because you just know what they’re looking for is simple, easily summed up and understood statements like overt flirting and obvious verbal hints etc. But this is a friends—best friends—to lovers story. Set in a completely different time period. It’s obviously going to be more nuanced than that?

The other couples on this show did not start from the same basis as Byler. Byler have been best friends since they were tiny. They’re also both boys. It’s also the 80s. Lumax, Jancy and Jopper were pretty much obviously romantically entangled from the minute their stories intertwined. (They are friends to lovers, yes, but the platonic side of their relationships was not hugely explored before their romantic interest became obvious, although they were still all friends before dating/kissing which is why they work). They are also all heterosexual couples.

Is it not obvious that Byler is probably going to look a little different in terms of its build up? Is it not obvious that it’s not as simple as ‘Mike likes Will and is 100% aware of it and cool with it and therefore treats him exactly as he would a girl he fancies’? Can people not consider context such as hmm if Byler was going to happen as they say, that means Mike would like boys, in the 80s, which would probably be a pretty difficult thing to navigate and come to terms with so maybe his feelings for Will aren’t going to be as in your face and overtly romantic as I might expect from the other pairings. And is it also not obvious that given M*leven is a canon couple, Byler happening would have to be intended as a plot twist, a twist which would be redundant if they gave obvious hints that Mike is in love?

But even keeping that in mind, Jancy, Lumax and Jopper have behaved in very similar ways to how Mike and Will have consistently done aka intimate heart to hearts, confiding in each other about their problems and fears, really emotional scenes that build the bond between them. And even aside from those glaring similarities that go right over peoples heads:

Mike confides in Will in a way he just doesn’t with El, there’s a deep sense of trust there

Mike pays extremely close attention and takes care of Will hinted in s1 and shoved in our faces in s2, a desire to protect that rises way above the rest of their friends

He treats Will with miles more maturity and compassion than he does El in s4, and is in fact made to look and feel really happy by Will’s literal (disguised) feelings in the van

And those are just a few examples of how strong and close their bond is on Mike’s end. People just brush this stuff off as platonic because well, yeah…they are friends. But it’s friends to lovers!! And a slowburn plot twist at that! Their relationship for the entire show builds the foundation for a realisation that the perfect person has been right in front of him the whole time! We might not see Mike giving Will apologetic M&Ms or calling him pretty, but what we do see over and over is how the two of them work really well together, as a team. A million times better than Mike does with his own girlfriend.

The only real difference with Byler and the other couples is that the obvious romantic vibes for those couples began way early on. Because they could. Because there was nothing really preventing them from realising and acting on their feelings other than ‘we’re attracted to each other but oh I’m dating someone else or oh we’re scared to take that next step’. When it comes to Byler, Mike and Will and Mike specifically have much bigger barriers to contend with. Mike may not understand what he feels for Will is actually love. Mike may not even realise he likes boys, he’s had a gf this whole time after all. Mike may be really scared to even subtly act on his feelings if he is aware. And these people expect Mike to be smiling all lovesick at Will, staring into his eyes, saying romantically coded things? (The biggest joke of all is of course that these things actually have happened but when they do? It’s oh they’re just good friends stop being delusional!!)

Byler is just a very complex and nuanced relationship, you can’t take the same approach to analysing it as you would M*leven like oh proof Mike likes El? That one scene where he called her pretty. He said he was scared she’d leave him. He said he loved her. It’s very easy to cherry pick and point to these moments, but to understand Byler you have to look at the bigger picture and not everyone’s willing to take the time to do that I guess 🤷🏽‍♀️

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

I have an idea, can you do a drabble of yandere sniper x reader? Like sniper spotted the reader when he is about to kill someone and instantly fell for her. He stalked her and kidnapped her, keeping her locked within his camper van. And hopefully, add in that the reader has stockholm syndrome and fell for him right back.

This idea had been boiling in my head for a while now.

A/N: This is such a yummy idea. Please take me and hide me in your van, Sniper

Mine, All mine.

Yan!Sniper x F!reader

CW: Kidnapping, Light torture(?), teasing, shooting/mentions of shooting, (some) Non-con aspects, blood mentions, language, loss of virginity, begging.

There is quite a long sex scene in this so.. uh yeah

You were the newest member of the RED team. They hadn’t really gotten around to getting your clone set up for BLU yet so there was just one of you. Which, only made you even more enticing. You ran into battle, screaming loudly as you began to violently tear apart the opposing team. Taking knives to their throats, snapping necks and shooting holes through their torso’s. The blood of the falling team members painting your face rather beautifully. Sniper noticed this, watching you through the scope of his rifle. Aiming just enough beside you and suddenly shooting a bullet. Effectively killing one of your team members. Making their head into a fine red mist. You look up and noticed the glare from his scope before he moved to hide. You only scowled and ran finished the battle, continuing to slaughter the opposing team for the remaining time. After the battle was finished you went to leave and clean up but Sniper stopped you just before you left the battlefield.

“Hey, Shelia.- he paused “What’s your name?” he stood tall, his rough hand resting on your shoulder.

“Why? Who wants to know?” you shot back aggressively.

“Well, I would. names Mick Mundy. I’m the teams Sniper.” he flashed a toothy grin at you.

“Y/n.” You muttered

“We aren’t on the same team im guessing. I’ve never seen you here before.”

You nodded “Couldn’t guess by the uniforms?” you laughed and cocked an eyebrow. “They haven’t gotten around to making my clone yet, so it’s just me.”

He smirked “One of a kind, huh?”

You nodded and pulled away from his grip as you walked away “See you around, maybe next time I’ll be the one whizzing a bullet past your head, hmm?”

He only smirked and chuckled as he watched you walked away. Admiring your figure and thinking of all the things he’d like to do to you. He shook his head and regained his train of thought before walking back to his van.

This continued for a few more days. Just silently watching you. From anywhere he could. Your teams base, your room, during battles, you name it. He just watched you. Soon a growing need began to form deep inside of him. Everyday felt the same. Same routine of trying to conjure up a plan on how to get you all alone. Like a jaguar stalking its prey before the strike. Yet, this one day in particular felt slightly different. He had finally formed a plan in his mind on *how* he could get you all to himself. Just to him. No one else.

He carried his gun to his van, waiting behind a wall. Lurking in the shadows as you walked out of the battle field and towards the exit. He pounced on you. A bowie knife to your throat as his other hand covered your mouth tightly. “Not a peep. Respawn doesn’t work outside of the battle field, Sheila and I have no problem with slicing that pretty throat of yours, and wouldn’t want that now would we?”

You looked at him the best you could with wide eyes and shook your head rapidly. He didn’t look like the type of person to make this kind of threat up.

“Good girl.” He nudged you to walk forward. Knife still to your throat as you walked up to a camper van. You were frightened. He instructed you to pull the door open and you did as you were told. He guided you inside the van and you stood there. Not making a sound.

“You try to leave and I’ll find you, Y/n. You’re staying here. With me. Understand that?” You began to cry as he locked the door, tucking a key into his vest pocket and sitting down to clean his gun and knife.

“Please.. why are you doing this, I didn’t mean any of that stuff I said.” You said through frightened tears as you looked around, noticing the jars of liquid, weapons and snuffed out cigarettes that littered the van which only fueled your rage and terror.

It was obvious that he had not been with a woman for some time and it finally started to get him. “Not about that.” He mumbled “Then what can I do. Please, just don’t keep me here” you dropped to moved to him more and dropped to your knees as you begged and cried. He just shrugged. You gripped onto his leg. He was still unbothered as he cleaned his gun.

“Look, roo.” He moved his hand to your chin “It’s dangerous out there. The last thing I want to happen to a pretty girl like you is to get yourself hurt or worse, getting stuck in that god forsaken respawn machine.” He looked away and let go of you “I’m doing this for you.”

You stood up and glared at him with disgust and. “Fuck off. You’re a psycho” he just hummed. Showing he acknowledged your statement. You moved to him and smacked him hard across his face. His glasses shifting off the bridge of his nose.. He shot you a glare. Then, stood up and fixed his glasses while holding his gun. “Not a good idea to hit someone with a gun, sweetheart.” He moved to you as you backed up and swept your feet from beneath you. He aimed the barrel against your forehead and your tears began to flow again. Harder this time as you tried to breath through the shock.

“No” you gasped “No, no! Wait I.. I was just scared.” You moved to hold his leg tightly again “S..Sniper”

He interrupted your pleads. Still holding the gun to your head. “Mick.”

You nodded “Mick.” You looked up at him with red cheeks and wet eyes. “I’m sorry, please forgive me! I.. I’ll never do it again, I promise.”

He fixed his aim. The sound of the gun movie sending a shiver of fear down your spine “Hmm. I don’t know, babe.” He tapped the battle gently against your head some “You promise?”

You nodded the best you could and gripped him tightly “Yes! Yes, oh god.. I promise! I swear!”

He just smirked “Beg for it.”

Was he seriously asking you to beg for your life right now?? How crazy is this sick motherfucker!?

Your tears flowed heavier as they wet his pant leg and you began to hyperventilate through sentences “Please Mick! Please don’t kill, Anything but that! I.. I love you too much! I want to love you forever! Please don’t take that from me!”

He smiled and removed the gun. replacing it with his hand “Good little girl.” He pulled his leg away from you aggressively and moved to sit back down. You fell forward onto your palms when he took your support away. He patted the bed. “Let’s lay down.” You nodded and moved cautiously to lay on the bed next to him. He gripped you tightly against his chest and you listened intently to his heartbeat. It was the only soothing thing about this whole situation. “Tomorrow I’ll go out and get you some new clothes” he said as he tugged at your shirt. You just nodded and sighed against him. He began to rub gently circles against your back but you were far too scared to fall asleep fully, however this was helping you rest your eyes for a bit.

Before you knew it, it was morning once again. “Wake up, roo.” He tugged you. You sat up and rubbed your eyes. “You’re sitting up front with me. Can’t have you trying to break down the door or a window while I’m driving.” He opened the door and held your wrist tightly. Opening the door to the main party of the van as you climbed in and sat eerily still. “Is my girl hungry” you shook your head silently. How could you be in a situation like this? He sighed and looked at you. You mumbled, scared you did something he didn’t like “What? What’s wrong, Mundy” you said hoping to tug gently at his heart strings. “Are you scared” what kind of question is that?? Yes of course you are.. but you lied. Afraid to say something to upset him “No, not at all” you leaned against him. He smiled and held you close “Good.”

Time skip (I’m lazy)

After you made it to the clothing store he purchased wonderful, new matching sets of bras and panties for you.. too bad noone was going to see them but him. Once he took you back to the van he drove to an empty area. Pushing you gently into the back of the van and locking the door behind him. “Try em on” he commanded. “In.. in front of you?” You asked. He nodded and leaned against the wall. You were hesitant at first but began to take your clothing off. He pulled out a matching set and tossed it to you “That one” he watched hungrily as you stripped fully and finally laid bare in front of him. He chuckled as you shivered and began to slip the panties and bra on. “You look so good, Sheila.” He said as he made his way to you and peppered your neck in kisses. Pulling you closer to him by your waist. You wanted to resist but you we’re unsure if he’d even listen at this point. He bit down harshly onto your neck and it sent a shiver down your spine, maybe you’d like it. Might as well try to enjoy something in this wretched situation. You leaned against the touch. Whimpering at the pain from his teeth.

“What’s my baby want me to do, hmm”

“I.. I’m not sure” you mumbled out

He moved his hands to the curves of your waist, then your hips as he gently squeezed and moved to tease you through the panties. You squirmed instinctively and clenched your thighs “Seems like I can guess a few things” he pushed you gently onto the bed. He took his hat and glasses off and set them on a nearby counter as he leaned over you. He continued to kiss your neck, he shoved two of his thick fingers into your mouth and pulled your panties to the side. Slipping his thick finger up your slit and he began to tease your clit. Gently rubbing circles as you whimpered. Once he got bored with that he moved to your hole. Slipping one finger in and curling it. You gripped his arm and held it tightly. Moans and whimpers escaping your lips as he worked you open, “That’s right, keep making those noises for me.” You nodded and exaggerated your moans some for his enjoyment as he fucked you on his fingers, rutting his hard cock against your thigh.

Once he figured you were worked out enough he slipped his finger out and licked it. Sucking up your nectar as he released his aching erection from its confinements. He tapped the tip on your clit teasingly before sliding it down your slit to your hole. Slipping in slightly. You were so tight. So tight, in fact, that he had to stop to level his breathing because his breath was already hitching at the feeling of you stretching around him.

“You a virgin or something? You’re tight as hell” he hissed out with furrowed eyebrows.

You just nodded as your legs shook slightly

“Why didn’t you say something” he leaned up to you and held your legs open slightly more. You only shrugged and gripped onto his back for dear life as he began to slowly move more. Breaking your bleeding, virgin pussy around his thick cock. You moaned at the feeling, the pain started to subside and you felt only the pleasure. His grip tight on you, as if he thought you’d run away. He started to pound into you faster, moving you to a different angle. You moaned out loud and arched at the feeling as you clung to his back.

“Yeah, you like that? That’s the spot isn’t it?”

You nodded frantically. He rushed a hand down to your clit and started rubbing vicious circles on the bundle of nerves, you were seeing stars as he mumbled praise and curses into your ear. Not slipping a single thrust as your orgasm crashed into you. Your legs shaking and your body convulsing as you clamped down onto him. He hissed at the feeling of you milking him of the orgasm he so gratefully gave you. He continued to fuck into your overstimulated body until he reached his own orgasm. Painting your virgin walls with his thick, hot, sticky cum. He hovered over you as you still clung to him, both of you trying to regain your breath.

“Good girl. Already so obedient, hmm?”

You nodded “I never want to disappoint you.” You were lying, again. You just wanted to stroke his ego He sat up and tucked himself away, covering you with a nearby blanket and kissing your cheek “Go to sleep. I’ll get you some food or something while we’re out.” You just nodded. You had to admit.. it was kind of sweet that he looked out for you like this. When he wasn’t threatening you he was actually quite nice. He left and locked the door. Before driving to a store and getting some snacks for you. He came back and seen you still laying on the bed, not fully asleep yet. “I didn’t know what you liked so I just got a lot things. Let me know what you like and I’ll get more of it next time.” You nodded and sat up, immediately moving to put the things away. He smiled

“No need to do that, doll.” You just stood there unsure if what to do “I want to. Please.” You said softly and waited until he said you could continue. He moved to sit on the bed as he watched you put the things away. “Can I sit with you” you asked meekly. He nodded “Yes of course” and then he leaned back pulling you to him as you sat down. He rested his eyes and you did the same as you leaned your ear against his chest. Falling asleep properly this time. Only to wake up to him gone. He was driving the van back to the base. You sat and waited patiently, rubbing your eyes. Once he pulled in and parked he walked back into the van. You perked up. He moved to grab his gun and knife. “Where are you going” your heart raced. “Work.” He said sternly. You jumped up and gripped at him “No, please! Don’t leave me here alone.. Mundy, what if you get hurt? I’ll be here all alone. I can’t lose you please just stay here with me!” he gently rubbed your back but then pushed you away “I can’t do that, darling. I need to make money so I can provide for my princess.” He kissed your forehead and walked out, locking the door. You cried to yourself. Sitting in the corner of the bed you shared for what seemed like hours until he came back. He was such a hypocrite. Isn’t that what he looked you up in here, to be safe?You heard the door click and immediately stumbled to meet him. Holding him for dear life. “I missed you.” You groaned and let your tears smudge against his shirt. He shushed you. “I’ll always come back to you, Y/n. You never have to worry about that, okay?” You nodded “I just got so scared..” he nodded “I know, but you trust me right?” “Mhm..” you whispered. “Good. Then I need you to trust I’ll always come back to you.” He gently picked you up and laid you down next to him, holding you tightly. Embracing himself with your scent and the feeling of you.

“I love you, y/n”

Your heart skipped a beat and you wiped your still wet face. “I.. I love you too, Mundy” and nuzzled into his touch.

This wasn’t a Drabble but.. who cares.

[jerseyshoresy]

Farmer and a Daryl

Daryl and the reader have some confessions to make.

Daryl x gn!reader (request from @scoutandtank , I really hope you like it!!)

Warnings: none

It was another hot summer day in Letterkenny and you were busy chorin’ as usual. You couldn’t wait to finish your work and reward yourself with an ice cold Puppers. As you finished cleaning out the chicken coop, you heard a car pull up into your farm’s driveway. You recognized the dilapidated van right away, your heart fluttering in your chest. As the van sputtered to a stop, you sauntered over.

“What’s a fine man like you doing out in a place like this?”

Daryl leaned with his arm rested on the now opened van door, a blush resting on his face (he convinced himself, though, that it was so hot outside that his skin was just naturally warming up).

“Y/n! I was just coming over to see if you wanted to go to MoDeans with me. And the boys. And Katy too, of course.”

You studied him closely. He seemed nervous to talk to you today. At least he was actually talking to you this time. Lately, Daryl had this weird habit of bouncing between nervousness, flirtation, and downright ignoring you when you were near each other. You couldn’t deny the hurt you felt when he chose not to talk to you because not only is he one of your closest friends, but you were really sweet on him. You tried asking Wayne, you interrogated Squirrely Dan, but none of the boys could explain his behavior and you were determined to find out why—one of these days.

Putting your hands in the back pockets of your shorts, you pretended to think over your decision.

“Hmm… I guess I could go for a Puppers… or I could stay home by myself with absolutely nothing to do… much to think about, Dary.” Shooting him a smile that he graciously returned, you ran over into the passenger seat of the van. As Daryl made his way into town, you reached over to turn on the air conditioner.

“Oh that doesn’t work. She’s an old van, but she gets the job done without all the fuss of modern technology.”

You felt like you were dying, you were so sweaty. You could only imagine how much of a mess you looked, and in front of Daryl no less. You were a bit embarrassed but too hot to care. You rolled the window down in hopes of catching a slight wind, which worked, to your surprise. Daryl, on the other hand, couldn’t help but notice the very attractive person sitting next to him, making him feel extremely shy. He was self conscious about his van, his looks, his life, and now this absolute gem of a human was in his car, sweat glistening on their face, making them look radiant, the radio playing a love song—it was all too much for him. He reluctantly tore his eyes from your body to keep steering the car on the road while you didn’t notice the war going on in your driver’s head and heart. As you pulled into the bar parking lot, you noticed Daryl got quiet and basically ran out of the car and into the establishment. Like before, you were confused, but maybe you were reading into things too much. You had no idea if Daryl returned your affections and it certainly didn’t seem that way right now. At the very least, you guys have been good friends for many years so you didn’t understand his sudden change in behavior. Sighing, you opened the van door. You really needed that drink now.

Inside, Gail bid you hello, followed by many innuendoes and dirty jokes, but none of it could lift your spirits at the moment. You spotted Daryl with the rest of the Hicks so you sat on an open stool next to Wayne.

“How goes it, Wayne?”

“Y/n, how are ya now?”

You studied the beer bottle gracing your hands and sighed.

“Truthfully, I could be better. Daryl’s been acting weird around me again. One moment we’re chatting it up, then he switches up and shuts down. Has he told you anything? Did I do something?”

Yeah you did something, thought Wayne, you stole Daryl’s heart and he’s completely head over heels in love with you! He talks about you all day long and he’s so ridiculously sweet on you that I’m getting a new cavity at the sound of your name.

“He hasn’t told me anything,” replied Wayne, taking another sip from his bottle, “but you might wanna ask Katy. She’s always, as you kids say, in the know.”

You nodded to him, bidding him adieu for now, and sought out Katy, who was at a table with the hockey boys.

“Y/n! How are you now?”

“I’m good Katy. How about yourself?”

“I’m great. Just enjoying the view,” she said while nodding her head in the general direction of the boys, earning a “right on!” and high fives between Jonesy and Reilly.

You gave them a quick smile and turned your attention back to brunette.

“I actually just had a quick question about Daryl. Do you mind if I take a seat?”

“You two. Scram!” The boys were immediately on their feet and scrambling to another table in the bar.

“What can I help you with?” she asked, smiling sweetly.

“To be honest, I’m not sure. I asked Wayne why Daryl is always so wishy washy around me, you know, cracking jokes one minute and the next totally quiet. It’s like, he knows it’s me that he’s talking to, and then he really looks at me and just… goes quiet. Wayne told me he didn’t know and to come ask you. So here I am.”

Katy started laughing.

“Oh my god. You’re serious? You don’t know?”

Okay, now you were finally getting somewhere.

“No, Katy, I have no idea. Please, you have to tell me.”

She took a deep breath after laughing so hard.

“This is seriously adorable. Y/n, he’s sweet on you. Like, insanely so. He gets all weird because you two are great friends and he doesn’t want his true feelings to show and freak you out. I’d give you more details but I think lover boy would rather tell you himself.” She tipped her bottle in the direction behind you and you turned to be face to face with Daryl himself, beet red.

“Can we, uh, can we go talk somewhere? Um, private? If that’s okay,” Daryl asked, keeping a close eye only on his shoes.

“Of course, Dary.”

When Daryl saw you walking over to talk to Katy after talking to Wayne, he knew he was in trouble.

“Wayne! You didn’t tell y/n about my feelings for them, right?”

“Of course not, Daryl. That’s business between a man and his lover. It’s not my job to kiss and tell or tell someone you wanna kiss ‘em.”

“Okay, but they’re going to Katy! Katy will definitely say something.”

Wayne sighed, took a quick swig of beer, and sighed again.

“Dary. You gotta take a chance in love sometimes. When you find someone as good as y/n, you don’t wanna lose them before you even get them. You know what I mean?”

He nodded and stood up, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans.

“Alright. Thanks good buddy. Wish me luck.”

Now you found yourself back in the sweltering sun, staring at the man you loved, waiting for him to say something.

“Dary, it’s okay, it’s just me. You don’t have to worry about whatever it is you’re gonna say.”

“But that’s the thing!” he said suddenly, “you’re not just you, not to me. You are so wonderful, so kind, ridiculously attractive, hardworking and it’s hard to think that someone like you would ever return the feelings I have for you. I love you so much, beyond words, but I know that it’s selfish of me. You deserve so much more than broken down van, dirty coverall wearing, plain Daryl.”

He wouldn’t meet your gaze. Tenderly, you lifted his chin up with a soft touch. His eyes were getting watery and it broke your heart to hear that he thought of himself that way.

“Oh Dary.” You grabbed him into a tight hug, savoring the feeling of his hands resting on your back. When you two pulled apart, you kept a firm grip on his shoulders.

“Daryl. You are so much more than your clothes or your car and you are certainly not plain. You are the nicest man I have ever met. You are a person I can rely on at any given time. You’re funny, and so crazy handsome. I love you because you’re you. I wouldn’t take you any other way.”

All of sudden Daryl started giggling.

“Really y/n, you mean that? Like, really, really?”

You shook your head yes.

He exhaled a sigh of relief.

“Oh I was so nervous! I’m sorry I acted weird around you before. We would always have such a good time together but then I would really look at you, especially while you were laughing because your smile is outrageously cute, and I would think, man, whoever gets to see that smile every day is the luckiest man in this entire galaxy. And I would never think that man to be me but hopefully now it can be.”

“I would love nothing more than that. Actually, I would love one thing a little more,” you said, smiling coyly.

Daryl gave you a quizzical look, “Do continue.”

“I would love if you would finally kiss me after all these years.”

His eyes lit up.

“That’s a Texas size 10-4!”

[mickmundy]

hiii, i really love your interpretation of spy and i love hearing you talk about him. he's sooo mischaracterized most of the time that it really hinders my enjoyment of fan material. I would live to hear you talk more about him (or spoovy hehe)

EEE SHRIEKS THANK YOU SO MUCH MY FRIEDN ;u; that means the world to me!! i'm always happy to hear that people like my thoughts on the mercs!! ;;; and i completely get that, i do the same with characters i love for that very reason! :/ buuut that's why i gotta make what i wanna see, heheehe!! >:)c i'm so happy you enjoy my characterization, i'm so honored!! ;;; <3333 i am also SO sorry that i've kept you waiting for so long, but i am so happy to finally be able to take time and answer!! :-)

i've covered a lot of bases with spy in terms of what i've posted about him kind of superficially, so perhaps i'll delve into things a little more specifically! i hope this is okay! ;o; <3333 some big headcanon chunks and some spoovy >:3 HEHEHE!

i often think about how spy operates in terms of how he expresses generosity... while he's obviously very guilty of bombarding his loved ones with gifts, food, whatever their heart could possibly desire (even if heavy insists that spy doesn't need to do any of that for him!), i think that's reserved solely for his romantic partner(s)... like heavy and scout's mom! >:3c hehe... as for anyone else, i think he prefers to control how his kindness is perceived (and if it's perceived at all!)...

i've mentioned before but little things liiiike:

taking pyro's sweets out of the oven before they burn

replacing engineer's wrench that he swore he'd lost forever (spy found it and put it in the right place on engie's tool wall)...

making sure scout always has a cold can of bonk in the fridge

and so on!

and he never wants any of them to know that those random acts of kindness come from him! he also sometimes takes it upon himself to "gently interfere" (despite his insistence that he hates doing that or refuses to do that!) in some of the affairs of his friends... a personal favorite of mine goes like this:

spy knows sniper has a hard time expressing his emotions or being vulnerable and gets kinda stubborn about it

spy "lets it slip" to medic in passing that sniper sleeps with a stuffed animal

sniper gets embarrassed and is like "SPY!!!! >:/"

medic gives sniper puppy dog eyes and is like "oh, hoo! can i please see him! ;o;" and sniper's like ";-;... really... well.. alright..." and shows him and they have a lovely night together in his van of sniper telling medic about his childhood or some kind of anecdote and getting Vulnerable and medic pulls a little suture kit out of his pocket and is like "he certainly looks well-loved... perhaps i could sew some of these (misc rips and tears and Worn Down Spots) up for him? hmm?" and sniper's like ";_; you'd do that.?.." (sniper can sew but he just never got around to repairing his lil friend) and medic is like "certainly! uUu you needn't worry, he'll be in good hands." and winks and sniper takes medic's hands in his own and kisses them and murmurs "the best.. <3" against them and then watches medic "operate"... hehehe... to which he of course does a perfect job and its very cute/intimate/romantic for both of them!

next day sniper and spy are taking a smoke break together and spy's like "... well, how did it go?" and sniper's like "how did what go- OAO WAIT..." and spy smirks and blows smoke away from their faces and hums and is like "i see. a success, then? i hope you had a good night." and sniper's like ">//M//<... yeah... we did... thanks, spy..."

like spy will sometimes just take it upon himself to push some relationships forward or do little things that he knows will improve the lives of those around him but asks for no credit in doing so... and this is where i think heavy would start to really notice him in a romantic kind of way.. he admires that spy can be flamboyantly generous but that his real bread and butter is being Anonymously (or, in a Roundabout Way) Kind... i think that kind of thing would go a long way with heavy and he'd respect it... actions speaking louder than being able to Brag that you did them and so on..

heavy confronts spy about it one time.. they're in the kitchen together and heavy sees a cloaked spy loading a few bonk cans (they're floating into the fridge from the pack scout left on the counter) and heavy grins and is like "excuse me, impressively floating cans. i would like to make a sandwich." and takes out everything he needs and moves aside so that spy can continue and has his back to spy and he can hear spy finish and close the fridge and go to dart out of the room but heavy's like "scout will be happy for cold drink. he is lucky you are watching out for him." and of course everyone (including heavy and spy) know spy is no dad of the year and that historically spy doesn't have a great track record of watching out for scout but he's trying now... and that's what heavy's acknowledging.. and spy doesn't say anything and slips out and spends the next like 2 weeks thinking about heavy and what he said, wondering if heavy will say anything to anyone or expose him.. but he doesn't. he figures spy has his reasons and respects them.

then heavy decides to go and make another sandwich a few weeks after and sits down at one of the mess hall tables first and puts his book down, starts making tea first, preparing the kettle.. and he goes to make his sandwich and he sees the ingredients floating out of the fridge and slowly making themselves into a sandwich, just the way he likes it... perfect ratio of sauces and toppings, olive meticulously skewered with a toothpick on each piece... cut neatly into four little triangles, instead of his usual two. just enough of a difference for it to be Clearly From Spy (as if it was any mystery). spy then places a glass of wine that compliments the flavors of the sandwich (spy's personal recommendation of course) beside it on the table..

heavy smiles warmly and the kettle is whistling and heavy doesn't even notice as he takes a bite of one of the sandwich pieces and he swears it tastes better since spy made it.. takes a sip of the wine and it's perfect... an absolute delight.. and he's not even typically a wine drinker but oh my gosh. and the kettle is still whistling and heavy finally notices and is like oh! and looks over and sees, through the steam, a red suited sleeve (the rest of his body is still cloaked) take it off of the stove and heavy smiles lovingly and is like "thank you, spy." and keeps eating and taking his time, savoring it... and spy's still cloaked but he feels spy brush the tips of his fingers over his broad back and hears a gentle "de rien." before the door opens and closes.. and now it makes heavy think of spy... that gentle touch with those poised and graceful fingers... how he typically hated being touched on the back, but how he loved how spy had done it just then... HEHEHE...

[fanficfanatic000]

Eddie Munson x fem reader scary how I hate you

Eddie Munson x fem Warning Enemies to lovers Bullying. Chrissy mean girl. Halloween party halloween themed 18+ part 2

:scary how i hate you :

4 days have passed And all you could think about is the party and eddie munson.. it's stupid how he hates me but I still have feelings for him but I guess I'm dumb. ugghh! You put on the costume and drip fake blood from your red lipsticked lips damn its time for the party Robin is gonna Pick me up.

In the car

"Soo you sure you want to go to this party because if no then you and me can go watch a movie." "Yeah i told steve that ill be there so ill be there" "even if eddie and Chrissy will be there?" "Yes even if"

The party

Me and Robin got out of the car and " I'm guessing we walk the rest of the way in" "yeah i guess we do " You walk through the woods crunchy leafs and all no signs of anyone "y/n maybe we should head back." "No just let me listen…" You heard a crunch of leafs from behind you. And you turn only to see the two people you hate most eddie and Chrissy. "Fuck" you whispered then you look at Robin she gives you a look of sorry they're even here. Eddie sees you in your costume and red lipstick "wow i-i" Chrissy interrupts "y/n you look dumb.. " You roll your eyes and kept walking until you came apon a cabin Steve's parents cabin with a pool you walk to the door and knocked twice . Steve answers "Hey guys cmon in." You walk in to music in the background playing a couple making out in the hall and beer pong Robin:"im gonna go get some punch " she walks over to the punch bowl to Nancy wheeler her crush . You sit on the couch already feeling like a outsider then he sat next to you eddie munson in a demon costume while Chrissy is an angel Well I guess when you only bully one person it makes sense "Heyy" he says a small smirk on his face "Hi eddie" "remember when we almost became Freinds" you were surprised he even mentioned it. "Yeah i do how could i forget it " "you know I wish you didn't hate me." "What do you mean .you hate me…." "whatever…want some punch your friend is taking a little.. long" "yeah i-i actually do " he walks away to get punch and Chrissy approaches him grabs the cup of red punch and pours it on you "heres your punch" that's when you finally had it you cried and ran away upstairs to the bathroom you closed the door and fell to the floor crying about everything it finally just all fell out mascara running down your face.

Down stairs Eddie:"Chrissy what did you do " Chrissy:"i gave her punch " Eddie:"your unbelievable and i wanna know did y/n really say that i was a freak and she hated me or was it lies" Chrissy:"i-it was the truth no matter what she says shes the lier" Eddie" shes not though is she " Chrissy looks at the floor Eddie thinks to himself I have to try to fix this

Mascara running down your face until you heard a knock then he let himself in It's eddie "y/n" "what WHAT do you want to be my friend make me fall for you then just ignore me and be angry at me and not even tell me whats wrong then breaks my heart even more by getting with Chrissy..and continues to pop into my life and remind me of what i lost…" tears streaming down your chin and eyes as you explain he doesn't say anything except closed and locked the door and sat down in front of you "i-im so sorry y/n i just want to give you an awnser of why….chrissy told me that you called me a freak and hated me and it made me think how could a girl like you ever like me so i ran and im so sorry for making you hurt but i dont hate you never could." Eddie grabs a toilet paper and wipes the mascara off your face "y/n can I drive you home?" "Yeah.." the metal headed boy walked you to his van opened the door and drove you home. "We're here." "Eddie" "hmm?" "I-i love you " He smiled took a breath "i love you " You leaned towards him slowly then he grabbed you and pulled you close into a kiss. "Will you be my girlfriend?" "Yes"

A day later You and eddie made it official Chrissy hates it and you got payback by turning the school sprinklers ha You and eddie are happier then ever And Robin got with Nancy last night

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Chapter Six: The Container

Summary: Natasha wants to keep her personal life away from you. But a case interrupts that.

Pairings: Natasha x Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader (separating co-parents), Natasha x Yelena (siblings), Yelena x Kate (something's there that wasn't there before).

Warnings: Death (suicide), threatening, Natasha being a bit more of an asshole, Natasha being a bit softer too. Lmk if there's anything else!

A/N: If you have any ideas for the story and/or want to see some drabbles, feel free to send something into my inbox :)

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This was not how you wanted your morning to go.

“What made you think you'd get away with it?” You interrogated, staring down at your culprit.

“If you come clean now, I'll go easy on you. So, tell me. Did you eat… the chocolate cake?”

Peggy shook her head, her pigtail braids clipped neatly against her head. “No, Mama.”

You stood up and slowly turned at the sound of suppressed laughter being covered by coughing, glaring at Steve. 

“I'm sorry. It's just cake, Y/N.” He snickered.

“Cake is not the point, Steve. This is about honesty and personal responsibility.” You sighed.

“Fine. I got this.” He patted your shoulder gently, to which you grabbed your coffee and held it easily in your fingers. 

“Hey, munchkin. Do you remember when we had that talk and we said that lying is a really bad thing? Well, some of your birthday cake is missing. Now, I didn't eat it, and we know Mama didn't eat it, so… is there something you want to tell us?” 

Peggy sighed, looking at Steve regretfully. “I ate it.” 

“Mm-hmm.” He hummed in victory, turning to see you shaking your head.

“But Natasha said it was okay.” 

“Oh, really?” Steve questioned.

“She said, if you really want to do something, you should. And I really wanted to eat some chocolate cake.” Peggy emphasised.

Steve faltered slightly. “Huh. That's… interesting. Why don't you go grab your stuff?”

You put your coffee down, a sixth sense in the back of your mind spiking as Steve turned to you once Peggy was gone. “I am so glad to hear that advice from Natasha, of all people, is on the personal responsibility lesson plan.” 

“Steve, it's not what you think.” 

He scoffed. “You know what, Y/N? Your private life is none of my business, but when it comes to Peggy - keep Natasha out of it.” He spat her name like it was poison on his tongue.

You thanked whoever was up there that your phone rang. “Valeria. Yeah, yeah. I'll hold.” You covered the bottom of your phone with your hand. “Okay, I get it Steve, but just don't forget tomorrow night's Taco Tuesday, okay?”

His eyes widened. “I can't do it.” 

“Why?” You hissed.

“I'm working a stakeout in Van Nuys.” He shrugged.

You shook your head at him. “We agreed on planned family time so that Peggy can maintain some normalcy during the separation.”

“I know, but… this is important. I don't have a choice, Y/N. This is work.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, I've never heard that one before.” You got quiet at the sound of the officer’s voice back on the line. “Yeah. Long Beach? Okay, I got it. Thanks.”

You hung up, looking at Steve with disappointment. “You know, when she asks where you are tomorrow, I'll be sure to tell her that something important came up.”

“Y/N, don’t be like that…” He tried to grab your wrist but you were already out the door, almost slamming his fingers in the frame.

You would have been glad to hear his high-pitched whine of pain.

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The physical crime scene was minimal but the location was packed with cops confiscating illegal contraband from containers, checking the books to make sure everything was accounted for whilst you hovered over the dead body with a forensic.

“What is this bruising from?” You asked, gesturing to a spot on the corpse’s neck.

“Possible imprint. I'll know more once I'm back at the lab.” He replied.

“Okay. Call me when you get something.” 

“Howdy, partner!” 

*Oh, God.* You thought to yourself before you looked up to see Natasha strolling in, adjusting the cuff of her polka dot black long-sleeve whilst her phone bulged from the pocket of her grey jeans. “We're not partners.” You remarked.

She looked you up and down, your leather jacket covering a viridian shirt that matched with your black jeans, her eyes lingering slightly on your boobs. “Right. So, what unpleasantness felled this heap of unrealised ambition then?” 

“Suffocation, a crushed trachea. And this heap has a name.” You grumbled. “Erwin Scovell, 55. He worked security here for 20 years.” 

“Ooh, talk about suffocating.” She sighed.

“Vice suspects this place has been used by criminal organisations to store illegal contraband. A container went missing, so Scovell probably walked in on a robbery in progress. Security cameras were disabled, so no video either. Probably gonna need to canvass the area…” 

You trailed off as light caught your eye; light that stemmed from the torch in Natasha’s hand, flickering between your boobs whilst she gleefully observed through the forensic’s goggles.

You scoffed. “Natasha, it's a dead body. A little respect, please.” 

“Do you know, I am amazed by the deferential regard you people hold for rotting flesh. I mean, this poor sap's either already in Hell or in the Silver City enduring the welcome speech, which is far worse than Hell, if you ask me.” She stood, standing over the corpse.

You brought your hands to your face, taking a few deep breaths before a tactic formed. “Okay. Let's pretend for one second that you're someone else. Someone nice, someone mature.”

“Ooh, I love role-play.” She licked her lips. 

“Great. So, since we don't have any leads, let's focus on the next steps of the investigation, like what was in the stolen container.” 

“But I've already solved it. I know what killed Erwin.” 

“What?” You asked, entertaining her for a moment.

You really shouldn’t do that.

“Boredom! I mean, getting murdered is probably the most exciting thing that ever happened to him. When do we get to raid a drug house or shoot someone? I mean, I gave up an epic foursome to be here.” 

“A man died, and we're going to do everything we possibly can to catch the killer.” You huffed.

She gave you a deadpan expression. “Pass.” 

As she walked away from you, you followed after her with frustration bubbling beneath. “Are you joking?” 

“Hard pass.” She emphasised.

You exploded a little bit, like a tiny volcanic eruption. “Hey!”

She turned around, still giving you that same look that annoyed you. “After all of your manipulations to get to work with me, you're really gonna walk away because you think this case is boring?” 

She sighed. “Just call me when you've got a murder with a pulse. Or at least someone good-looking. I mean…” 

You turned around, looking at the corpse as it was covered in a white sheet. “That woman is unbelievable.” You muttered to yourself.

And whilst you were easily capable of talking to the other officers, since you were the primary for the case, you didn’t expect Natasha to be back so soon.

“What? Have you thought of any new offensive things to say?” You glared at her.

“No, I've changed my mind. I've come back to help. Any leads yet?” She gave you a smile, but you weren’t sure if it was genuine or not.

“I need your help like I need a third boob. Wait. Don't say a word. Knew it was a mistake the minute it came out of my mouth.” You sighed, wanting to facepalm yourself.

“We're partners, and I'm offering you my services.” She grabbed the forensic’s dust brush and tickled your nose with it.

You snatched it from her grip and put it back in the bag. “I think you need a refresher course on how a partnership works. You left me hanging, remember?” 

“Yes, but now I'm here because of the robbery.” She replied.

“Robbery? Why?” 

“Because the container that was stolen was mine.” 

You scoffed. “You somehow left that out before.” 

“Well, I didn't know before. Wanda handles logistics, storage and such.” She shrugged.

“And did you know that this facility was used to house illegal contraband?” You questioned.

“No. But what better place to store my stuff than somewhere where people hide illicit goods?” 

You closed your eyes for a few seconds, annoyance and frustration mixing. “Asking the obvious here, but was your stuff illegal contraband, too?” 

“Define ‘illegal’.” She chuckled sheepishly. 

“What was in the container?” 

“A personal item, insignificant.” 

“Yeah, but what was in it?” 

“The only thing I brought with me to Los Angeles.” 

“I know, but you're not answering the question-” 

“Look!” She interrupted you abruptly, acknowledging your frustration with her surrendering hands. “I was storing some stuff, it was stolen, the theft sets an awful precedent, so I'm obliged to make the person responsible pay. Now, if you let me help, I'm certain we can solve this case quickly. And I have a lead.”

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“Snow cones? This is your lead?” You asked as you stood in line for the snow cone truck, the beach positively warm as you stripped off your jacket.

“We don't have time for this. We should be working.” 

“What can I get you?” The truck owner asked with a happy smile. 

“Uh, yes. I'll have two Tropic Wonders and your face smashed into the ground.” Natasha smiled, grabbing him by the shirt before pulling him out and onto the ground, shifting her grip to his neck.

“Natasha, what are you doing? Stop!” You growled, pushing back against her but she was incredibly strong, evident by the muscles underneath her shirt that you gripped tightly.

“I believe they call this interrogating.” She smirked.

“Natasha, stop!” 

“He needs to tell me where my stuff is.” 

“Natasha! This is not how we do things!” 

She lifted him off of the ground and onto his feet, even if it was just his toes touching the ground. “This pathetic sap's real name is Frankie Costa, and his real job is transporting and storing illegal goods. Wanda set up the warehouse through him so if someone knew to rob it, he'd be involved.” 

“I wouldn't steal from my own operation. That warehouse is off-limits. Chica, I'm trying to get out of the storage racket.” 

“Yes, focus, Frankie. Who took my property?” She asked sternly.

“I don't know. I'm trying to find out myself. This is bad for business.” He wheezed through her firm grip.

You observed the phones around you, recording Natasha’s assault. “And who would know about the storage service?” You quickly questioned.

“Who are you?” He looked down at you.

“I'm someone with one of these.” You gestured to your badge on your hip. “But she doesn't have one. So say if I were to walk away, she can do whatever she wants to you. Or if you're not responsible, you can point us in the right direction of someone who is. Cool?” 

Although you paid her no mind, Natasha felt a thrill chase down her spine at your deviousness.

Frankie nodded. “Okay, okay. Los Diablos.” His pronunciation tinged with Americanism.

“The biker club?” 

“Yeah. I run the warehouse, but they run the docks. If anything went down, they would know about it. That's all I know. I swear.” He wheezed again.

“All right, all right.” You tapped Natasha’s forearm.

“Fine.” She let him go back into his truck to make her snow cone.

As you walked to the top of the staircase, back onto the sidewalk of the main road, you could feel Natasha’s eyes on your ass. But you couldn’t ignore her as she came to your side - mostly because she was being annoying.

“That was incredible. It was musical, poetic really. We were like fish and chips, salt and pepper. Hipsters and condescension.” 

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn't arrest you for assault.” You hissed. 

She shrugged. “Fine, Frankie's a complete scumbag, and he skimps on the cherry syrup. So that's two, actually.” 

“Something's going on with you, and it has to do with that mysterious container, so no more games. What's in it?” 

She huffed. “It was a gift from my father.” 

You scoffed. “That's still not an answer. I mean, what, was it his memoirs? Some priceless porn collection?” 

“Look, if we're gonna work together on this, you're gonna have to trust me, all right?” She turned in front of you, making you stop.

“You're right, we shouldn't work together on this.” You looked defeated as you walked past her. 

“Aren't we being a touch dramatic?” She chuckled sheepishly, a skip in her step as she caught up with you.

“You know, I put up with a lot of crap to let you in on my cases, and that's because thus far you've been honest with me, but now, for some reason, you're not telling me the full story.” You stopped again, her eyebrows furrowed slightly but you couldn’t detect what emotion they held.

“I'm telling you everything you need to know to help find my stuff.” She huffed.

“A man was murdered, and all you can talk about is your property?” 

“Yes, but if we find it, then you find out who killed the security guard, it's a win-win. So, please, enlighten me. Under what rock will we find Los Diablos? It's a very on-the-nose name, if you ask me.” 

You sighed, pulling out your phone. “We won't find them anywhere. It's a conflict of interest.” 

You quickly walked away from her, wiping away the small tear that rested on your cornea. The dial tone rang three times before the caller answered, a sigh coming through.

“Look, Y/N, I told you, there's nothing I can do about tomorrow.” 

“Truce. This is a call for Steve the detective. I need your help.” 

“Okay.” He answered cautiously.

“It's about my case.” 

“Homicide at the docks. Security guard killed during a robbery.” 

“Yeah, that container that was stolen, it was Natasha’s.” 

You heard his hesitation. “That storage facility was filled with black market goods. You think what Natasha had stored there may be illegal.” 

You hummed. “Whatever is in that container, she won't tell me. And for a woman who's all about oversharing, says a lot, so I want you to look into her, try and find out what she might be hiding.”

“Absolutely.” You heard his pleasure shine through before he ended the call.

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Natasha sat on the couch with her arms spread over the back of it, listening to the noirette talk.

“When Y/N told you to leave, how did that make you feel?” Kate asked.

“Well, pissed off, of course.” She remarked. 

“Whatever was stolen from you must have been very important.” 

“No. Actually, no, it's the principle at stake here. I mean, nobody steals from me and gets away with it.” Natasha chuckled wryly. 

Kate sighed, folding her legs as her fingers intertwined with each other. “This loss brings up an issue that we've been skirting since we began our work together. Your identity.” 

“It's still the Devil, darling.” 

“Yes, but who are you trying so hard to become?” 

“Nobody. I'm completely unbecoming.” 

Kate took a breath. “And yet you keep trying on many hats to hide your horns. Party girl, cop, club owner…” 

“Yes, you forgot ‘mistress of all things tongue-related’. Speaking of which, shall we?” She smirked, moving to unbutton her top. 

Kate held her hand up to stop her. “That's for later. I think we're onto something very important here. One of the hardest things we ever do…” She waited for Natasha to sit back down. “Is to learn to be ourselves. I want you to tell me who you believe is the real you.” 

“I…” The redhead sighed. “I am… second-guessing your skills as a therapist.” 

Kate held back her initial remark. “You're feeling judged. So you're lashing out and judging me. But that's excellent. It's transference. Which means you seek my approval.” 

Natasha rolled her eyes. “I seek no one's approval. And time's up. Suddenly I'm no longer in the amorous mood.” She stood, grabbing the door handle. 

Kate stood too. “Okay, hold on... Hold on, Natasha. You think that's a fight. I think it's progress.” 

“Or maybe I'm just realising what a waste of time this is.” Natasha left, closing the door behind her. 

“I'm glad you came ba…” She faltered, recognising another doctor instead of Natasha. 

“Oh. Is everything okay?” Yelena asked, standing in a plain jacket and jeans. 

Kate smiled nervously. “It-it's you. Hi.” 

“I'm sorry, it's just, uh, thin walls.” Yelena chuckled sheepishly.

“Oh. Yes, everything's fine. Uh, please.” Kate gestured for her to come in.

“Thanks again for drinks the other night, Kate.” 

“Uh, yeah. Yes, that was fun.” 

“Yeah.” Yelena chuckled. “And what do parents do to their children to make them believe that they’re the Devil? I don’t mean to be unprofessional, but… It’s a few red flags in the family department there.”

“We're colleagues. Cone of silence.” Kate promised, sitting on her couch. “And I think she struggles with her identity, if anything.” 

“Patients with delusions. They can be really challenging.” Yelena commented.

The noirette smiled to herself. “She's actually quite charming. She’s incredibly kind, but tries to hide it behind her ‘Devil’ stature.” 

“Yeah, but even Satan disguises himself as an angel of the light. 2 Corinthians, chapter 11, verse 14. Two years of seminary school before I decided I wanted to help people in a different way.” The blonde explained after receiving an odd look. 

“Ah. Interesting. I thought you seemed… pure.” 

“Listen, you really helped me with my patient the other day, and I would love to return the favour. I know the Bible inside and out, so if you ever need a consult, just let me know.”

“Thank you, Dr. Belova.” Kate gave her a sweet smile before Yelena left to go back to her office.

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“I can't explain it. Lux's books are clean.” Steve spoke over the phone whilst you stepped out of the car, making sure it was out of view of the bar’s cameras.

“How is that even possible?” You scoffed.

“I had them run for discrepancies with receivables. I looked for hidden payments. Whatever Natasha’s into, it's not running through Lux.” 

“All right, thanks for trying.” 

“Listen, Y/N… I want to talk to you about Taco Tuesday.” 

You spotted the head of red locks over the bush before you even turned the corner, Natasha’s awaiting stance brightening slightly with a smile. “Hey, Steve, I got to go.”

You rolled your eyes at Natasha as she walked next to you. “Next time you secretly follow someone, don't tailgate them. Draws a little attention.” 

“It's not my fault you drive like an elderly turtle.” She remarked.

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Natasha, just… go home.” You huffed, already having a migraine.

“Detective…” 

“It sucks not getting what you want. Now you have to deal with it like the rest of us.” You walked ahead of her towards the bar door.

“I'm sorry.” 

You turned around, observing her nervous stance and downcast lips. “What did you just say?” 

She straightened herself up a little bit. “I apologise. I crossed the line this morning with Mr. Snow Cone. It was a mistake. I realise that now.” 

“Wow. You must really be desperate.” 

“I prefer determined. Look, I need your help to find my stuff. But you have to admit I've proven myself useful. Despite the methods employed, Frankie did give us a solid lead. Insanely wild guess, but this is where we'll find some Los Diablos.” She gestured to the sign on the blacked out window.

You nodded, showing her the photographic evidence on your phone. “There's an imprint on the victim's neck that we found under UV light. Killer must've worn some kind of bracelet when he strangled the security guard. Cross look familiar?” You then pointed to a bike, the same symbol on it.

Natasha grinned. “Well, what do you know? Our suspect awaits.” 

You had to be careful in a bar like this - most of the bikers were grown men, save a few women, and all of them looked like they knew how to throw a punch - and you definitely didn’t want to turn it into a fight.

But Natasha didn’t care.

Grumbling came from the annoyed bikers as their music turned off, which was Natasha’s doing by pulling out the plug. She then climbed onto the bar, most of the men looking almost predatorily at her assets. “Excuse me! Pardon the intrusion, you Village People rejects, but one of you has stolen something that belongs to me. So please identify yourself, so I can punish you accordingly.” 

“I thought we were past you thinking you're invincible.” You huffed at her. 

“I really want to find my stuff.” She remarked at you. 

“What the hell did you just say? Hmm? Hermione Granger?” 

“Mess him up, Renny!” A cheer came from the crowd, a few supportive cheers added. 

Natasha jumped down easily. “Well, since you're obviously lower on the human evolutionary chain, perhaps your hearing hasn't developed as well as it should, so I'll repeat myself. Who... stole... my... property?” 

As Renny took a swing at Natasha, you grabbed his elbow and shoulder and swung him onto the ground, putting your knee on his back. “Everybody back the hell off or you're going to jail.” You threatened.

Natasha kinda wanted to see that happen. 

A whistle grabbed your attention, as intended, and you saw a man walk easily between the crowd like Noah. “Pardon my boys. They don't always have the best, uh, people skills. Take a breather, Renny. Now!”

You moved off of Renny and he walked away, albeit annoyed that a woman of your height had been able to get him to the ground. 

“Hank Cutter. I'm in charge here.” He introduced himself to Natasha, eying her valuable suit and rings. “Oh, a Mrs. Police. How are you?”

Surprisingly, you didn’t take his comment offensively. Whilst he was dressed as a biker, he had the aura of a father - one that was kind, but could be firm, as previously demonstrated. 

“Why don't we chat in my office, okay? Follow me.”

After you closed the door of his office, adorned with guitars and posters of Los Diablos, you began your interrogation. “We heard that you control the docks, and if anything goes down, Los Diablos are in on it.” 

“Really? We're just a riding club, okay?” Cutter chuckled. 

“Whose members have been arrested for guns, drugs, murder.” 

“A few bad apples shouldn't paint us all in a bad light, now should it, ma'am?” 

“But it does paint you as suspects.” 

“Hey, look, just because we have a reputation as outlaws doesn't mean we had anything to do with a murder.” 

“You like being considered a criminal, don't you?” Natasha asked, and you immediately saw her mojo working as Cutter’s pupils dilated. “Yeah, you do. What else do you want?” 

Cutter chuckled, almost giggled in fact. “To own a clothing line.”

“Clothing line? I-I did not see that one coming.” You stammered. 

“Yes, managing bikers must be so exhausting. All that brawling and pillaging.” Natasha sighed sympathetically.

“I'm 54.” Cutter shrugged. “I'd rather be in my hammock playing my Stratocaster. All this motorcycle riding enlarged my prostate. It's unpleasant.” 

“That's an unfortunate occupational hazard.” Natasha looked down at herself and you immediately looked away. 

“Tell me about it. Look, we've trademarked our name. We're selling T-shirts and jackets, and we're gonna re-brand and go legit.” He grinned proudly.

“There's a lot of money in the apparel industry.” You interjected. 

“All the more reason to keep our noses clean. See, we used to cover the docks, not anymore. I specifically ordered them off-limits.” 

“Maybe someone missed the re-branding memo. Killer wore a bracelet with an iron cross. Left an imprint on the dead security guard at the warehouse.” You showed Cutter the photo, to which he scoffed. 

“Look, uh, a lot of bikers wear iron crosses.” 

“Yeah, well, I'm interested in your guys who have iron crosses.” 

“Hey, look, I've told you everything I know. If you have any more questions, feel free to contact my attorney.” Cutter’s tone signalled the end of the conversation.

“But we're not finished yet.” Natasha grinned, only for your hand to fall onto her bicep. 

“Yeah, we're done. Thank you, Cutter.” You muttered after closing the door.

As soon as you stepped outside, Natasha complained. “Why are we leaving? He's hiding something. It's obvious. We need to force it out of him.” 

You faced her. “We have this little thing called due process. We can't just force things out of people. Besides, there's an easier way to get our bad guy.”

As you got into the car, Natasha followed before hearing the locks click whilst you placed the keys in the centre console. “Did you see the look on Cutter's face when he saw that photo? He knows exactly who robbed the docks. He's gonna need to deal with this immediately.” 

“Or it puts his plan to re-brand in jeopardy.” Natasha concluded, which you nodded at. 

“Defying his orders, it's a huge challenge to his authority. He's not gonna want to deal with this in public. Bet you the first person he goes to see is the owner of that bracelet.” 

“What, so your strategy is just to sit here, paralysed, hoping that Cutter leads us to the suspect? What a terrible idea.” She scoffed.

“Hmm, you think so?” You hummed, ignoring her mostly. 

“I do, I mean, for one, even though Cutter's no brain surgeon, surely he wouldn't just…” She trailed off and you grinned at the sight of an angry Cutter on the phone. 

“Wouldn't what?” You remarked. 

“Well done, Detective.”

“Oh, don’t act so smug.” You sneered playfully as you started up the car just as Cutter pulled out of the bar. 

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“This is the longest I've sat in a parked car and not had sex.”

“Ew.” You grumbled at Natasha.

The car was not as comfortable as a cinema lounge chair, but it wasn’t too bad. You were still hungry from not having had lunch, or dinner for that matter since it was already late.

“You can't enjoy this. This… sitting around endlessly, waiting for something to happen.” She huffed.

“You know, if sitting here not being entertained is so terrible, then maybe it's a sign you should be somewhere else.” You scowled, deciding to not look at her anymore.

“Have I done something to offend you?” 

“Only every time I see you.” 

“Ha, ha, ha. No, this is different.” She waited for you to turn and face her.

“Y/N. Look at me.”

Oh, how quickly your decisions cave when she speaks. 

You sighed, turning to face her. “For the first time, I don't think you're being honest with me. You have this mysterious container that was stolen that someone was willing to kill for, you make shady deals with shady people, you're violent, your personal records only go back five years, and the books from Lux are way too clean.”

She raised an eyebrow at you and you looked down at your hands, fidgeting with the only ring on them that you still hadn’t taken off. “I had Steve go and check it out.” You murmured.

“You had Steve deal with Wanda? Alone? Oh, dear. For the first time, I actually feel sorry for Detective Douche.” She snickered.

“It all points to you being a criminal.” 

“So what's the big deal? What if I am a criminal?” 

“I'd have to arrest you.” 

“Ooh, whip out the cuffs, then. Why shy away from a little bondage fun?” She grinned.

You shook your head in dismay, not seeing her frown as you turned away, tracing your nail against the condensating window. “You know, Natasha, this is serious. And despite all your weirdness I… I actually really like working with you.”

“I like working with you too, malyshka.” She murmured.

You looked down as her hand twitched, almost like she wanted to reach out and take yours. But that gentle facade quickly faded as her infamous smirk came to her lips. “What a momentous revelation, Detective Valeria. We should celebrate.” 

“You can celebrate from jail when it turns out I'm right about you.” You rolled your eyes.

Her hand engulfed yours. “I have never lied to you. And I will never lie to you.”

Warmth. Kindness. Why did it have to be like this? Why couldn’t she just be kind all the time instead of being an asshole?

“What was in the container?” You asked.

She took a breath, never breaking eye contact with you. “Russian dolls.” 

“Russian dolls?” You asked again, to which she gave you a single, slow nod. 

The sound of a motorcycle engine broke your eye contact, your hand slipping out of hers. “Here we go.” 

The conversation had already started out badly, but you didn’t expect Renny to pull out a gun and shoot Cutter. “This is Unit 831. Shots fired at 21st and Lewis. We need backup and an ambo, now.”

You jumped out of the car and raced over to Cutter, applying pressure to his chest. “Mrs. Police. Didn’t expect to… see you so soon.” He coughed. 

“Save your air, Cutter. We might just need your statement.” You smirked, looking down at your jacket.

“Oh, screw it. You owe me a leather jacket.” You used yours to slow the bleeding, his hand coming to your wrist.

“Thank you.” 

“Don’t worry about it. Just keep your breathing slow and steady.” 

You waited until paramedics arrived before getting into a squad car, inputting your car’s licence plate to find Natasha at a warehouse. You didn’t wait for the uniformed officer, instead racing in with your gun in hand to hear chatter echoing from above.

“Natasha!” You yelled out, but your voice fell on deaf ears.

You got to the door just as Renny leapt off of the side of the building, too far for Natasha to grab and save him. You blocked your ears from the deadly thud before the frozen statue of Natasha turned to face you.

“I couldn't stop him.” 

You waited on the side of the curb as paramedics arrived, collecting Renny’s body whilst Cutter sat in another EMT. He silently held out his jacket to you, which you gratefully took in your shivering form, before he too went to the hospital.

The sight of Natasha’s stare into oblivion made you walk up to her, a pair of bolt cutters in hand that you let lean against your leg. “Hey, are you okay?” 

She didn’t answer.

“Looks like Cutter's gonna make it. He just gave a statement.” 

“Cutter?” She asked, dazed slightly.

“The guy Renny shot. Renny was pissed about the direction of the club, he thought they were selling out. So he went out on his own, robbed the warehouse and killed the security guard. We got justice for Erwin Scovell.” You lightly patted her shoulder.

“Wonderful.” She murmured.

You gently nodded, leaning against her as the warmth radiated through the chilly evening. “And they've recovered one container belonging to… Natasha Romanoff.” 

She immediately looked down at you. “Where?” 

“Inside.” 

“You didn't take a sneaky peek before telling me?” 

You looked up at her, and she felt like you were staring at her damned soul. “You'd never lie to me, right?” 

She laughed wryly. “You're gonna watch me open it.” 

You picked up the bolt cutters, handing them over as you stepped away from her. “You're damn right.”

You followed her into the warehouse, the container no longer covered by a sheet since it lay on the ground, and Natasha cut the lock off. She wrenched open the doors, lights turning on inside, with an ancient-looking box resting in the centre.

Natasha took your hand and rested it on one of the padlocks, putting her own on the other before you both lifted to find…

Nine sets of Russian dolls resting on top of straw.

“I told you.” Natasha remarked.

“Why go to all this trouble for dolls?” You asked, rummaging around below the straw to find nothing else.

“Dumayu, mozhno skazat', chto eto chast' moyego naslediya. I guess you could say it's a bit of my heritage.” She translated, smirking all the while.

Your eyes widened. “Since when did you speak Russian?”

“Always, malyshka.” She winked at you.

You rolled your eyes before you hugged her side. “Enjoy your dolls.” 

“I most certainly will.” She murmured against your forehead before you left.

Leaving her to search the rest of the container, finding nothing.

“They're gone.” 

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“I'm glad you came back.” Kate smiled warmly as she opened her door to the sight of Natasha.

“Well, I needed to get my parking validated.” The redhead remarked as she sat down.

“So your items were never recovered?” 

“No.” 

“Earlier, you said that the items weren't that important. Yet now, you seem very upset that they're gone.” 

“Well, I'm a walking paradox. What can I say?” 

Kate sighed. “Sometimes we need to lose something before we can understand its value.”

“I didn't lose anything.” Natasha scoffed.

“No. No, you were a victim of a crime. It's only natural that you would feel violated. And often, our feelings of loss connect to how we feel... about who we are.” 

The redhead raised an eyebrow, but her lips were flat, unlike when she would be playful with you. No, Natasha was hurting.

Maybe she shouldn’t have come to see Kate at this hour. “Oh, right. So we're back on that, are we? You want to talk about my identity.” 

“Yes, because you're the Devil. You told me your names. But you left out a few others. Abaddon. Belial. Princess of Darkness…” 

“Someone's been brushing up on their Sunday school.” 

“Yes. But before you fell, you were known as Natalia. The Lightbringer.” Kate emphasised the final name.

“I don't go by that name anymore.” Natasha grumbled.

“That was a name that connotated your father's love for you.” 

“Right. Was casting his child into Hell also an expression of his love?” 

“Oh, God didn't cast you out of Heaven because he was angry with you.” Kate shook her head.

Natasha guffawed at her statement. “How can you presume to know God's intentions? You’ve never spent a minute with the man.” 

“Oh, I haven’t. And I don’t presume.” 

“Then maybe stick within the limits of your intellectual capacity.” 

“Or maybe my simplicity offers me a different perspective. God cast you out because He needed you to do the most difficult of jobs. It was a gift.” 

“Gift?” She growled, surprising Kate. 

“He shunned me. He vilified me, he made me a torturer! Can you even begin to fathom what it was like? Eons spent providing a place for dead mortals to punish themselves? I mean, why do they blame me for all their little failings? As if I'd spent my days, sitting on their shoulder, forcing them to commit acts they'd otherwise find repulsive. ‘Oh, the Devil made me do it’! I have never made any one of them do anything. Never.” 

“What happened to you is unfair.” Kate tried to calm her down but she wasn’t having it.

“Unfair? This is unjust. For all eternity, my true nature will be invoked to represent all their depravity. That is the gift that my father gave me.” She spat.

“It was an act of love.” 

“How do you know?” 

“Because you are his favourite child, Natalia.” 

“Do not call me that, please!” Natasha stood.

Kate took a facade of charge. “You are his fallen angel. But here's the thing: When angels fall, they also rise. All you have to do is embrace all that you are.” 

“I can't.” 

“Yes, you can. You just have to be open to the process-”

“You don't understand. I can't!”

“But why?” 

Natasha took control. 

“BECAUSE THEY STOLE THEM FROM ME!” She roared, slamming her fist through the wall behind the couch.

Without a moment’s notice, she left, her phone to her ear as she muttered two sentences.

“Someone’s got them, Wanda. Someone’s got my wings.”

[keefsteef]

VH Question that keeps me up at night: Does it seems to you like they don't get as much recognition as they do the other titian/old bands???

Like it feels like they should be BIGGER than they are or more in the mainstream consciousness, like I'm late twenties and love them but I know if I mentioned Van Halen to any of my friends my age they'd go "Hmm?" Bit if I said Rolling Stones, Kiss, AC/DC, or Def Leppard, heck probably even Cinderella they'd be like "oh yeah" even if they weren't into that kind of music???

Like I know some of those bands I listed bad been around longer than VH but still. Like Bowling for Soup mentioned Van Halen in a song and I think South Park did a VH cameo during the mid 2000s tour but, they're not even talked about that much in general media either (unless I just don't watch as much TV which could be it lol)

You can't even say it's because of the dysfunction that they didn't take opportunity to cement themselves because there are waaaaaaaay more bands with worse drug/alcohol/in-fighting issues that are still like generally popular or known today who also had a shuffle with member/singers

I just don't get it cause yeah you "could" (not that I agree with it) say some of their songs are corny by today's standards as far as lyrics....but like so are plenty of other bands from that time??? And the music itself is still holding up very well far as I can see. Like??? It's a mystery to me, I dunno... maybe I'm just around people who aren't into classic rock?

BELOVED YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY VALID for letting that keep you up at night because it weighs on my mentality too 😩☠️, van halen not being a bigger topic doesn't make sense for SO MANY REASONS, and I'd like to start with the tumblr aspect of it.

I was fairly surprised at how small the van halen circle seems to be. Now I could be closed off and unaware of other van halen blogs out there(I've personally counted maybe 15? I'm not counting fans, I'm counting blogs centered around them)but generallyyyy it's either a strictly Eddie or strictly David focused sort of thing.

Whereas bands like idk led zeppelin, kiss and the rolling stones, sure you have your individual band member blogs,, but the ratio stillll leans way more towards overall band blogs, and the fandoms definitely seem more prevalent.

But on the overall rock topic aspect, van halen LITERALLY HAS DAVID LEE ROTH, EDWARD VAN HALEN, ALEXANDER VAN HALEN, MICHAEL ANTHONY, SAMUEL HAGAR AND GARY "GARETH CHERERONI" CHERONE!

WHOOOO may I add are all iconic in their own rights, just as iconic as all the bands that are prevalently talked about. So it really confuses me as to why van halen seems so overshadowed when at a point in time they were the ones casting the shadow 😩! (Cough cough Edwards guitar playing SHAKING UP the scene....)

Don't get me started on corny lyrics from band to band, I could go...on a tangent, but I'll chill 😭 plus corniness is endearing haha, so it's definitely not a lyrical thing. And it's definitely not a problematic band thing. DEFINITELY NOT 😩☠️☠️☠️....they're quite low on that scope in my opinion.

MOMENTARILY the van halen Tumblr fandom livened up a bit when that Eddie Munson from stranger things started getting compared to Eddie V.H,,, but that was quite short lived and probably produced 20 van halen fans out of the hundred that just found an extension of Munson out of E.V.H.

But anyway yes anon we both share a sleep paralysis demon named whythefuckisvanhalensleptoneisha and she's unfortunately not in a hurry to move out...

BUT I WILL KEEP BLOGGING VAN HALEN AND EVENTUALLY PEOPLE will start a rebellion....vanhalenizing the classic rock tag one post at a time....

[squirrel-fund]

How are you Auds? 💗💗💗I am here again to ask you to share some of your beautiful thoughts on head canons of the 7x10 docks scene 

Do you think Ian meant to meet up with Mickey but not kiss/fuck him?

Why was he so mad at Mickey when they met at the docks in comparison to under the bleachers?

Why did he call Trevor the next day while in the van? (I mean the dude could have waited 2 minutes and not risk Mickey hearing him)

Did Mickey believe this was them saying goodbye?

Love youuu

Hiiii 🧡

Oh, dock scene... you a slut 🤣

First question: Do you think Ian meant to meet up with Mickey but not kiss/fuck him...

Yes. I think he absolutely convinced himself that's what would happen. I'd say that Ian had a speech prepared and everything. Then Mickey kisses him and a war of love wages inside of poor Ian. Ultimately, his first love and repressed feelings win out. (Yes, I absolutely believe Mickey is Ian's first love and I don't think anyone would disagree with me.) Mickey accepts the fact that Ian has a placeholder boyfriend, he kinda has to. He's been away for a long time and he knows Ian lied about waiting. But then he says, "Whatcha doin' here then?" Ian looks away, because fuck, Mickey has Ian vision. And instead of letting it go, Mickey catches Ian's eye and says, "hmm?" Because he's got him. Mickey knows that there's something between them that, although stretched thin, will never fucking break.

So, Mickey says, "Tell me 'goodbye'" and we can see on Ian's face that he quickly weighs the pros and cons and the pros take the win.

Question Two: Why was he so mad at Mickey when they met at the docks in comparison to under the bleachers?

I don't think he was mad at Mickey at the docks... not really. He was mad at himself. For showing up, for not listening to Fiona, maybe for not telling Trevor about it and lying to him, but I think as soon as Ian sees Mickey, our boy gets tunnel vision and Trevor is a name that doesn't even exist anymore. In reference to my first answer, he was probably angry with himself too because as soon as he had a taste of Mickey... well, who could resist that? He might not be a white knight riding his noble steed to save Ian. But... he is an escaped convict who was only in prison for going after the bitch who almost ruined Ian, riding shotgun with a Mexican banger hitman motherfucker... how more romantic can you get???

Question Three: Why did he call Trevor the next day while in the van? (I mean the dude could have waited 2 minutes and not risk Mickey hearing him)

I left the last bit in the question because it made me giggle! Like, normal people (clearly not us) would be like, "Ian, baby, why you calling your boyfriend when you're with Mickey??" And they would mean, "What if Trevor heard him in the background??"

But, No. We are like, "Dude, how dare you call Trevor, the person you're in a relationship with, in front of Mickey?? He'll be crushed!!"

And, honestly, I love that for us.

But to answer the question...

I honestly have no idea!!

I mean, this is Ian "play what cool?" Gallagher, so perhaps we can blame that? His thought process could be, like, "maybe if I call him, right away, he won't ask questions. He won't be suspicious because it's a normal thing we do."

I'll be honest, at that point, I really think Ian thought he would be able to close the Mickey chapter. Mickey would leave and flee to Mexico and that would be the end of them. But, we all know what really happens.

Last Question: Did Mickey believe this was them saying goodbye?

No. Absolutely not and I will take that to the grave.

If Ian would have denied him, then maybe, but because Ian stayed? He thought everything would be okay.

I know that Mickey was clearly concerned if Ian will actually go with him before he left Chicago, but I believe Mickey thought if Ian didn't go with him, it would be because of his family and not his boyfriend. So they could ultimately, somehow, stay in touch.

The one thing that Mickey is sure of, is that he loves Ian and Ian loves him.

And honestly, that's what makes what actually happened, so much worse.

[taylorkellyreporting]

i hope no one minds if i liveblog this bitch: pllos from 1x02-1x05

surprise, bitch. i bet you thought you’d seen the last of me. it’s been a hot minute since i’ve done one of these so i thought i’d hop on here and lb pllos! i already started the first ep and i really like it so far and hope it doesn’t crash and burn like og did lmao anyway! let’s get started on the episode.

wow for a hot second i thought imogen was drinking while pregnant and thought ‘damn, she really doesn’t want that baby’ 😭

greg is an asshole and karen is fucked up for not believing imogen

really wanna know what karen’s doing in the video

the 4th wall breaking is a little cringe to me i’m ngl

i like how they’re all convinced karen is the one harassing them. it’s very different from og where everyone was a suspect what seemed like every other episode

i have a bad feeling about this screening

ohhhh shit. i knew this wasn’t gonna end well

damn karen was GONE in that video

‘namaste, sloppy bitch’ the comments on karens post are taking me out 😭😭

hmm. wonder what karen’s planning

they’re gonna ‘carrie’ her…why am i not surprised

sheriff beasley looks so much like wilden it’s creepy

noa using what she saw as leverage to get her ankle monitor off for the night is such a boss bitch move

the girls look so good!!

kellys earrings are hideous

mouse saying ‘did you think this was my first time smoking pot?’ and immediately breaking out into a cough is making me lose it 😭😭

i know it’s too soon but i really like shawn so far

‘may we have this dance?’ they’re so cute 🫂

oh God this is gonna be so humiliating

OH FUCK

well that was definitely more traumatizing than a can of paint

well that was fucking crazy

imogen really went into an old abandoned warehouse…has she never seen a horror movie?

i’m guessing angela is the one who died in ep one

A is a whole ass murderer and imogen still decided that going to that warehouse was a good idea and now she’s scared shitless in some broken down van

something about wes is off…i don’t trust him

it’s a bit fucked up for them to throw imogen and tabby under the bus

‘we tried to befriend her’ didn’t look that way to me

‘no one was kinder to angela than your mother’ didn’t she make sidney ignore her at the rave? lmao

i really, really don’t like wes

THE DRUGS WERE HER MOMS???? what the FUCK

so glad tabby got the fuck out of there

‘may your child be taken from you like mine was taken from me’ damn

the entire beasley family is insane

i really hope we have some concrete answers by the time the finale is happening

damn i kinda feel bad for kelly

‘i didn’t like you, karen’ dkfjgjvjfjs she’s so real

A’s so fucking creepy i love it

oh so noa’s mom has been a user for a while

THE FUCKING BEAR???? woah

mouse and imogen holding hands while walking 🥹

oh hell no is kelly gonna try to become karen?

i still can’t believe noa’s mom let her take the fall for the drugs like what the hell

baby imogen was so cute aw

‘hello?’ imogen really is the classic horror girl 🤦🏻‍♀️

not even gonna lie, A standing under the stairs scared the shit out of me 😭

LMFAOOO imogen’s messed up

i love tabby sm

and now kelly’s quoting karen…so weird

‘it’s kinda like i’m dancing with karen again’ well now i’m thinking my theory is correct

oh God i wanna give imogen a hug 🫂

the friendship the girls have is something that can be so personal

‘what are these?’ ‘they aren’t mine!’

greg’s so stupid 😭😭

hmm. i wonder who ripped out the pages from the journal…davie or A?

oh what the hell why is A chasing noa

GOD that chase has me on the edge of my seat

‘punish the guilty’ ‘guilty? who’s guilty?’ ‘your mother’ somehow i’m not even surprised

poor noa ☹️

wait…does farran think A is kelly?

wow, okay. what she actually thinks is way crazier

davie and her friends seem like horrible people

not at all relevant to the plot but imogens butterfly earrings are so cute

‘it’s like your attic is a fucking spider airbnb’ pls 😭

‘thanks for moviesplaining that to me’ lmfaooo

love faran but it was kinda stupid of her to go to their dance teacher so early

‘fuck. you’re right.’ ‘damn straight.’ i love tabby sm

no way mouse is only 15??? i thought they were all like juniors

hmm. idk what to think about kelly.

faran makes a gorgeous, gorgeous poison ivy

why the FUCK is mouse pretending to be that mans missing daughter?????

A having the same pumpkin mask angela had is odd…how would he even know she wore it?

i really wanna know wtf mouse is doing

not kelly hooking up with greg

okay now i’m even more curious about mouse

not at all surprised faran lost the role

wow, that scene between tabby and imogen was so powerful. it brought me to tears.

this is super long so i’m ending this here and starting a new lb for the rest of the eps!