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itoshisins · 8 months

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IF ONLY MAYBE — GETO SUGURU

synopsis: even after all these years, you two just had the worst of luck.

cw: 1.3k words. angst w no happy ending, major character death (reader), depictions of blood and death, mentions of unhealthy coping mechanisms, takes place 10 years after geto's defection, amateur writing.

notes: not a writer at alllll. first post on this acc. i am an avid fanfic reader but i had a simple idea i wanted to flesh out and write in hopes of helping me be more creative in my school work :p enjoy!

Being a jujutsu soccer was never something you could imagine not doing. You loved every part of it; learning, helping others, going on missions that fill you veins with adrenaline that almost feels euphoric, and teaching students who were so eager to learn from you. Danger was just part of the contract you signed, despair and tragedy were all to familiar with the job, and you learned to cope with it in several different ways. Whether it was alcohol, those cancerous sticks Shoko offers you, or getting lost in someone else’s cotton sheets. Losses were faced everyday and just maybe, a small part of you died with every loss you’ve ever faced, eating away at your soul and the very essence of who you are at your core. Sometimes, days were so hard that the adrenaline of completing a mission wasn’t enough to fill the empty void within you, and the only option was to bury yourself with so much work until you couldn’t have a second to just take a moment and think. Maybe that was your demise, that you had no moment of clarity and it’s the reason for your impaired judgment because something else was always occupying your thoughts like a parasite to its host.

That’s it, maybe, that you’ve let too many parts of you die that there’s nothing left. You think to yourself that perhaps this is all you’ve got to offer and you’ve given too much until you’re a shell of the person you used to be. If you did things differently, then the day could be ending so differently.

You groan weakly as you lay on the cold hard concrete, pain surging through every muscle for any minuscule movement you make, coughing and wheezing for air to fill your lungs. You reach one hand slowly to your abdomen, and the thick dampness of your navy shirt confirms your thoughts. It was just supposed to be a simple special grade curse, something you exorcise in your sleep, but God is it agonizing to not only be shown how weak you’ve become, but that your work and effort has amounted to nothing if these are going to be the last breaths you take.

“Geto-sama! There!”

A shrill voice interrupts your train of thoughts, letting out a shaky breath at the name. Swift and light footsteps charge in your direction and before you know it, his figure is standing right above you. You faintly hear him tell someone to go ahead before you hear light footsteps walking away, further and further until you can’t hear it.

He’s changed, you note. His hair is longer and down, no longer neatly tied up. Is that how he feels too, that he’s free and no longer constricted? He’s notably taller, frame larger than you remember as he looms over you and casts a shadow from the bright street light that’s illuminating from above. A worried look is cast onto his features, hesitating to get too close you as you take in his face, and God was it painful seeing his pretty face be contorted in such a pained expression. His breaths are uneven, a slight hiccup when he inhales can be heard if you listen closely. His honey coloured eyes, oh how you could get lost in them even after all these years, seem like there’s a war waging in them- torn between an expression of hurt and one that wants to mask it. Suguru is so much older now, small frown lines and a slight wrinkle forming at the outer corners of his eyes if you look closely enough, but you can’t help but think that he’s still your Suguru.

“You w-weren’t supposed to be here. What a-“

“I- I was around,” you say quietly with a soft chuckle. “I was using my day off to visit here, l-like before,” you explain, flashes of three years of your adolescence with Suguru popping up in the forefront of your mind. You curse yourself for being sentimental, for being soft, maybe that’s why you’re going to die.

“I would have nev- you weren’t supposed to be here” Suguru says shakily, as if he’s trying to reassure you that he would never even think to hurt you, or lay a finger on you. He softly kneels down next to you, his bottom lip quivering slightly at the sight of seeing you like this. He starts to think he’s cursed, that he never had a chance for happiness even after defecting, that his mission oriented persona was only a facade to search for happiness that wasn’t meant to be for him. That’s the reason, he thinks to himself, otherwise the world would simply be cruel if this is the first time seeing you in 10 years, dying because of a special grade curse carrying out his orders.

“I s-still exorcised him though, so we’re just even,” You say weakly as you mention the curse under his orders, offering a pained smile as you begin to shudder at the sudden feeling of coldness engulfing your body. You don’t have reverse cursed technique like Satoru, and the damage is irreparable that even Shoko’s presence wouldn’t help if she was here. You close your eyes for a second longer than usual, the warm tears spilling from your eyes and rolling down your cheeks. It’s uncomfortable and foreign, being consumed with the emotions that swirl around your head and spill out in the form of shaky breaths and salty tears. Your bottom lip quivers as it dawns on you that this is it, your last day on earth, and both you and Suguru know it.

“I’m s-“ Suguru stutters before he’s cut off by the stern sound of your voice. It’s firm, yet filled with a tenderness that he’s been missing all these years, one he’s been searching for anytime he calls you on a payphone to hear your greeting before you hang up in confusion due to the unresponsiveness.

“I know, Suguru,” you answer quietly, and that look in your eye makes him want to let out a choked sob right then and there. Those eyes that always looked up at him with so much patience and care, despite you being in this position because of him. Truthfully, you don’t exactly know what it is he’s apologizing for. Maybe it’s for all the lives he’s ended, maybe it’s for his defection, or maybe it’s for being the reason you’re slowly loosing consciousness. Maybe it’s for all of it. Whatever it is, you know, and you couldn’t bring him to say the words out loud because you know more than anyone it’d only hurt more.

Suguru gently brings your head up, laying it in his lap carefully. Hesitantly, he caresses your hair in an attempt to comfort you and soothe the winces of pain escaping your pretty mouth. It seems so natural to him, being comforting you, like it’s the sole reason he was put on this earth. He doesn’t say anything more, afraid that a suppressed sob would escape him instead of the words he’s trying to piece together in his head.

“The moon looks so beautiful tonight,” you whisper gently, barely audible as the exhaustion becomes so much more evident in your voice. You begin to settle into his warmth, needing it more and more and you feel your blood run colder and the breeze of the night get harsher. ‘I’ve done enough,’ you think for a moment as it feels like the world around you begins to stop and your breaths become more shallow. You close your eyes one last time.

“It does, doesn’t it? It’s always so beautiful,” Suguru whispers into the dead of the night, eyes fixated on your limp body resting on his lap so peacefully. Your eyes don’t open again, and he finally lets out a loud cry that echoes in the empty streets.

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yusax · 1 year

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shinichiro x fem!reader • fluff

I wrote this at school, so this is not proof read at all

shin has an upcoming meeting with the leader of another gang

they need to talk things out so a gang war can be prevented

meanwhile he is out with his friends

while being out in the city he sees this GORGEOUS girl working behind the register at a café

he is awestruck, in love, drooling, heart palpitating, hearteye gazing

his friends are like: sigh "not again"

before anyone could hinder him homie left his friends and went to that girl, immediately shooting his shot

he went to buy coffee and put on a charming act which immediately crumbled as her eyes met his

homie in love fr, he about to pass tf out

you cant tell if he's red out of embarassment for his failed attempt or bcz he is flustered; either way, he is much cuter like that

and his stammering only intensified when you gave him that sugary smile of yours

it took him about five minutes to utter a word

"y-youre really pretty" he said nearly breathlessly

you chuckled and your honey laced voice made him lose it even more

it took him about 5 more minutes to ask you for your name and before he could spend another 10 on asking for your number and holding up the line behind him even more, you already slid over your number

his eyes met yours again, as he tried stammering an answer (again)

with that smile still on your lips, you waved him goodbye when he left, even though it came out rather flirtatious than innocent as you had intended

days have passed and he actually managed to ask you out on a date (that's a lie. he tried to but you beat him to it, knowing how nervous he was the first time he talked to you)

he's been talking to his friends about his date for daaaysss, they were kinda happy for him but also quite annoyed, given that they got business to do (middle schoolers talking about business bruh)

"you do know that we've got a fight coming up, right?" takeomi said

he turned to his childhood friend "it's not a fight. we are just gonna have a talk with them, how is that a problem?"

"the talk could escalate to much more than just 'a problem' "

shinichiro sighed, "look, i know you guys are sad that you dont have a girlfriend but that doesnt mean you need to intervene in my relationship"

his friends raised a brow, he's not even in a relationship and didnt even manage to ask her for a date NOR her number. he's way too cocky for his own sake

"oh really? did you already forget about the 20 rejections you got before her?"

"not to mention, you didnt even ask her out, instead you were too much of a sap to actually manage that"

his friends didnt spare him an ounce of mercy

"besides that, she isn't even your girl yet" wakasa added

"right. but i will ask her on our date" he said, smiling triumphanthly (again, very bold of him when he doesnt even have the balls to compliment you properly)

"you already want to ask her to date you on your first date?" "yeah, what about it" "...youre stupid." his other friends agreeing

not wanting to take any more of this slander, he stomped off, then skipped off like a little school girl

"I just hope he doesnt forget about the meeting" wakasa sighed

on the day of your date he put so much effort into his looks, his siblings grew concerned

"why is he using that much perfume?"

"he probably realised he smells"

queue shinichiro kicking both his siblings out of his room

damn he didn't even use hairgel, after youve mentioned how much prettier he would be with his hair down

whipped.

he met you at a café, not the one you guys met at

you guys had a really nice date, youve hit it off right away, talked for hours and he actually felt something between you

how could he not, with the looks you gave him, the subtle body language, the lingering touch of your fingers when he handed you his phone to show you something

everything about you seemed to be beautiful; from your general looks, your eyes, lips, nose, your smile, the way your hair falls perfectly, the faint scent of your perfume when you moved around, the elegance in handling yourself

and ontop of that, you also had the most attractive character he had ever found in a girl

he was smitten like a kitten and deeply in love (tf did i just say)

he already knew, if you ever rejected him, he wouldnt be able to get over it as easily as he had with his past crushes

after being at the café, you decided to have a little stroll around the park while the sun slowly went down, laying a golden hue on not only the scenery but also you, enhancing your beauty even more

"y/n" he suddenly spoke

you turned around, wanting him to continue

"I had a lot of fun today"

you smiled, "me too!"

god he is so in love

after remembering how to breathe again, he continued

"and.. i wanted to ask you-"

his speech got interrupted when his phone rang

he excused himself before accepting the call

"shin, where are you?" takeomi asked

"huh?"

"we'll meet the gang leader in a few minutes, what is taking you so long?"

"what, no, it's not toda- ..y.." he spoke after a quick glance on the date

"oh"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'oh', WE REMINDED YOU THIS MORNING!"

"alright alright, i am on my way" he ended the call and turned to you with an apologetic expression

"I'm so sorry, I forgot I had gang matters to take care of"

you were quick to shake it off, "ah, no worries. we can go there together"

"we?"

"yes, come on"

you took his hand, already walking to the meeting

he was so caught off guard, he didn't even question why you knew the way

arriving at the location, you guys were met with dozens of scary looking gangsters

shinichiro turned to you and silently spoke "alright, the other gang leader will soon appear, just take a seat somewhere, it won't take long"

"alright, i'll just sit over there" you pointed at a chair between two standing gang members of the opposing gang

"what- no, that's the other gang leader's-"

but you were already moving towards it, sitting down on the chair

suprisingly no one did anything about it, instead shinichiro was even more suprised when one of the opposing gang members laid a jacket around your shoulders

"so. can we start?"

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #sano shinichiro #shinichiro sano #tr shinichiro #sano shinichiro fluff #sano shinichiro x reader #sano shinichiro x you

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b4rbi3l4nd · 1 year

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SOS — bad as i wanna be yours

I THINK Y'ALL MIGHT LIKE WHAT GOES DOWN IN THIS CHAPTER IF YOU'RE SO DAMN UPSET ABT THE BABY LMFAO. Also I plan on continuing this series based off some of my fav songs on the albums so don't worry, it may seem like it's over but it is NOT, also a lot of y'all kept ASKING how Malia got pregnant, WELLL, first of all it's Wakanda, they probably got some vibranium super sperm or something and NEXT JUST IGNORE THAT AND SAY FANFICTION MAGIC Y'ALL. Also the only marvel movies/series I can watch without skipping through like dialogue or dozing off is the Black Panther movies and WandaVision so if these personalities do not match the MCU characters then MY BAD, ALSO LIKE THINKING OF HAVING A Y/N x PETER SERIES COMING IN SOON BC I ALREADY HAVE THE IDEA. IF THIS ALSO DOES NOT MATCH THE CORRECT MCU TIMELINE THEN MY BAD AGAIN, NOT A MARVEL FANATIC FR, I JUST CARE ABT BLACK PANTHER AND WANDA💀😦OR MAYBE A MODERN AVATAR SERIES? HM? OR NOT LMAO

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋

GIF by mandalor-din

series summary: you broke up with shuri a few years ago and left wakanda for good until namor. now that he's killed the queen and multiple wakandan civilians, he's seen as a great threat and as former second in command at shuri's lab and wakanda's loyal warrior it is your duty to return and fight for your country. but a certain somebody makes the mission way too hard to deal with.

episode summary: after the night with shuri, you're feeling way too uncomfortable around her, especially since you kept getting flashbacks the whole day, you thought she'd felt the same way but no, absolutely opposite. paired up with that, a surprise at the palace causes the final war to break out...or is it?

genre: ANGST, slow, slow, slow burn, fluff

pairing: shuri x black fem reader

episode warnings: mature dialogue, suggestive dialogue, suggestive scenes, cursing, trauma, shouting, mentions of death, suicide, missing people etc. this is a series. you are currently looking at the fourth chapter of the series, please go to my profile to read the previous chapters before continuing (if you haven't read the other chapters yet, if so, please continue)

taglist: @yvxmpire, @sweetalittleselfish-honey, @xxmilli, @queenofsimpsblog, @ziayamikaelson, @shuriislut, @atssukoo, @widowmakker, @cuddl3s4shur1, @n7cje, @ts1mp0ne, @locoforshuri

proofread?: no but if there are errors then it's grammarly's fault.

word count: girl idfk

inspirations: 'SOS' — SZA

song: 'Love Language' — SZA

send your thoughts and requests

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You rub your eyes before blinking repeatedly and looking around. The first thing you feel as your senses come to is the arms of someone around you.

Memories immediately come flooding to your mind as your mouth dropped to the floor wide open.

"Tonight, baby i want you."

"I love when you wear that sthandwa"

"Fuck, I love when you get vocal entle.

"Hm...? It's just one finger baby, you can take more than that right?"

You stopped your mind from spitting out more dirty words that Shuri said to you last night. You took deep breaths before looking over at your phone on the nightstand.

10:30 AM.

You put your hands on hers, slowly removing them from your body. As you tried to free from her grip, she just tightened them and pulled you even closer. You could feel her breath on your neck.

Fuck was she awake?

You slowly turned around in the bed till you were face to face with her. She was so beautiful in her sleep, her curls just perfectly falling in place in her face.

You shook your head.

Stay focused Y/N.

You tried again, this time, grabbing a pillow and putting it in your place before rolling out of bed.

Once you got out, you sighed and then looked at yourself in the mirror. Her t-shirt was bunched up on your hips, completely exposing the lower half of your body. You looked around for your lingerie, slipping the lower half on. The panties with the stockings and ribbons at the knee.

You looked around, grabbing all your clothes, your phone and your stuff and piling it in your hands before slowly exiting the apartment.

You sighed, closing the door carefully as you leaned against the wall.

Bast..what was I thinking..

Your mind wandered back to last night, just thinking about the pleasure made your knees buckle.

"OH SHURI, SHURI, YES, YES, YES!" You moaned out in pleasure as your vision turned white.

"That's it baby...keep going." Shuri groaned in your ear as she quickened her pace, you held onto her arm, feeling her restraint.

You bit your lip, bringing yourself back to reality as you slinked back along the walls. You had to get to your room without getting noticed.

It took a while, especially with a bunch of Dora Milaje warriors and guards roaming around the castle. You finally got out your key and placed it against the door, opening the door to your room.

You sighed, closing your door quietly as you placed your head against it.

"Where were you last night?"

Shit.

You turned around to be met with Riri. Her hands were on her hips as she looked at you up and down, raising an eyebrow at your attire.

"Riri...I fucked up."

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"YOU HAD SEX WITH THE QUEEN?!"

"SHHHH! SOMEONE MIGHT HEAR YOU!" You shushed Riri loudly as she slapped her hands over her mouth.

"Y/N, do you know how BAD that is. Um, not only is she the QUEEN OF WAKANDA AND YOUR BOSS but she's also your ex?! What were you thinking?! When I said we wanted them panties dropping, I didn't mean by HER!"

"I know, I know, it's just...I was just not thinking straight, at all."

Riri sighed deeply, sitting down on your bed before patting a spot next to you.

"Well, it already happened, just tell me you guys used protection?"

You blinked a couple times before looking off to the side, your mouth folding inwards.

"Omg, you didn't use protection?! Okay, at least tell me that she pulled out or something!"

You look down, distinctively remembering her pushing up against you, the feeling of just her filling you up.

"Okay, has this turned to mission: get a baby or what?! First it's Malia, now it's you!"

"It's fine! Okay, I'll just...get on the pill!" You throw yourself back on your bed, putting a hand on your stomach.

"You weren't on the pill before?"

"Why would I be? I haven't had sex in 4 years."

"Wow that's sad...God, that's sad."

"I'm a grown woman, okay. I don't need to have sex to properly function." You turned around in your spot as Riri thought for a moment.

"Well, how was it?"

"Really good....really...really..good."

"O-kay then...what did she say? Was her words slurring? Because if so then she was drunk and she might wake up not remembering anything so you might be in the clear."

"No...no, she was very much sober, especially after the bath.."

"Y'ALL SHOWERED TOGETHER?! Y/N!" Riri stood up, shocked and you soon followed after, standing with her.

"I know! I know okay but she just always did aftercare..she even used the little panther bath bombs I always loved..but.." You trailed off, looking to the side, worry spread across your face.

"What? But what?" Riri asked, looking at you with concern.

"She kept calling me nicknames and pet names like...baby and my love and beautiful and she referred to her bed as our bed AND...she said she loved me...on multiple occasions, even when she rocked me to sleep, she kept whispering sweet nothings...Riri, I'm folding." You fold your arms together to keep your knees from buckling. Her voice just did stuff to you.

"No, no, no, no, no, no. Y/N, get a grip of yourself, you're a grown-ass woman. Okay? Look, this is only gonna open up a world of problems, I mean if she was sober, telling you that she loves you?! God..." She looked at you as you bit your lip.

"I got it!" You raised your hands up with a nervous smile. "I'll just ignore her, she probably feels regret like I do so, we just won't speak for a long time till we have to."

And that's exactly what you did for the rest of the day, you ignored her. You went to the lab extra late that day so you blended in with the extra people, making it harder for her to see you. You strictly stayed downstairs even though some of the stuff you needed was on the second floor but you knew she'd be there so you made custom parts. Whenever she came into view, you'd immediately turn around and hide behind something or someone. She even called out your name a few times but you just kept quiet, you really didn't want that awkward after-sex conversation.

And everything was pretty going great with your plan, except for the random flashbacks during the day. It was now lunch time and you were heading over to the cafe where you normally met up with Riri. As you entered the huge place, you scanned the room, immediately noticing Shuri sitting at a table with M'Baku, Nakia and Okoye. Riri was sitting on the other side of the room, headphones in and eating her food.

You sighed. As you looked back at Shuri, you noticed she was already looking at you and you quickly diverted eye contact. Out of your peripheral vision, you noticed her walking towards you and you quickly made your way over to the counter, ordering your food.

You tapped your foot impatiently, waiting for your food, knowing she was getting closer. You looked with a side eye, noticing she had stopped and was distracted by someone. Once your food finally came, you took it and practically sprinted over to Riri, sitting at the table, sighing.

"Oh my God, she was walking over to me.." You start rambling, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down.

"Just take your time Y/N." Riri said, taking off her headphones. "You think she forgot already?"

"Hopefully."

You settle, looking down at your food as you pick up a fork but you freeze when you feel someone's hands on your shoulders.

"Hey," Shuri said, moving her hands over to your waist.

"Heyyyy..." you mutter out as she moved her lips over to your neck. You looked over at Riri who had a shocked face and was motioning with her eyes over to the door.

"Um...actually..." You stopped her before she could start kissing your neck, standing up as she stood up straight, looking at you confused.

"I need to go take care of...stuff." You smile weakly at her and exit the cafe.

"I'll go...check on her with the...stuff." Riri stands up, rushing after you, leaving Shuri lost.

You sigh as you push open the doors to the throne room, sitting down on a chair. You smoothen out your dress, running your hands on your thighs before looking out the large windows to calm yourself down.

"What was that out there?!" Riri says, walking in behind you.

You turn over to Riri, shrugging. "I don't know, she just came up to me and started kissing my neck, I don't know if she thinks we're dating now..."

"I mean you 2 fucked...and she said she loved you, that's like a dating thing right?" Riri asked, sitting in front of you.

"I'm not sure.."

"But do you love her?"

"I do. Of course, I do...surprisingly never stopped."

"Well, then you wanna date her right?"

You paused at this. Did you wanna date her?

"Of...course..." You trailed off, looking to the side, sounding unsure.

"Y/N..?" Shuri asked, opening the doors to the throne room.

"I'll...leave you 2 be." Riri stood up, walking out the room as Shuri walked in, sitting across from you.

It was an awkward silence for a bit before Shuri spoke up. "I'm sorry if what I did in the cafe made you uncomfortable I just thought...-"

"No, no it's fine." You stopped her, giving her a smile.

"Um, about last night." She started, looking at you.

"Oh God.." you muttered under your breath, feeling a wave of embarrassment.

"I want you to know that I wasn't drunk or under the influence when I said all that stuff..I really mean it, I do love you and I know I said that I wasn't gonna ask you to be my girlfriend or anything I just...I really missed you Y/N." She took your hands in hers as she stared you deep in the eye. "I want to explore us again...I want to be your girlfriend Y/N."

Your breath hitched at her declaration of love. You slightly frowned. "And it's not that I don't want that it's just...there are things about me that you don't know."

"So tell me, tell me everything Y/N." Shuri leaned in closer as you bit your lower lip.

"It's not that simple.." You released your hands from her grip, looking down, tears watering in your eyes. Whenever you thought about it, those memories flooded your mind, horribly.

Shuri didn't say anything and looked at you before sighing and standing up. "It's fine, just forget about last night." She turned around, taking a deep breath as she started her way to the door.

"I can't just forget about last night Shuri.." You choke out, looking up and to the side as she shook her head, not even turning her head to you.

"Just keep things professional..okay?" She opened the door to the throne room as you looked down.

You really didn't want to fuck everything up again but you just didn't like talking about it, talking about her. You choked on your words, blinking back your tears as you fiddled with your fingers.

"It was when I left Wakanda." You made out as you heard the throne room door close.

"You don't have to share if you don't want to..." Shuri turned back around, walking over to you and sitting down.

"No, no, listen..." You look up, wiping away tears, taking a shaky breath in and out. "I was...working with the avengers...recruited by Stark."

Your mind flashed back to 4 years ago when Tony Stark recruited you. You shook hands with him, smiling as he smiled back.

"Gotta make room for new growing minds right?" Tony said.

"Yes sir." You nervously said, pushing up your glasses.

It was the first time you've seen Tony smile when he wasn't with his wife and you really didn't want to get him riled up.

You had your hair in an afro and you were wearing a dark blue suit jacket with a matching skirt, white pumps and white pearls.

As you exited the office in Stark Industries, you bumped into a tall white woman with ginger hair in a black suit.

"Hey, you must be the new recruit, right? I'm Natasha Romanoff" She held out her hand for a handshake and you shook it.

"Y/N Amadi." You say, your Wakandan accent seemingly very strong because she noticed right away.

"Wakandan?" She raised an eyebrow as you nodded your head. "So you're like the smart one, like Shuri right?"

At the mention of her name, you looked down slightly and then nodded again, the sight of her crying and begging you not to go on the floor still fresh in your mind.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah just had a lot on my mind, what were you saying?" You look back up at the woman as she looked to the side and then back at you.

"Come meet my team, you're going to be working with us for some time anyway." She took your hand, leading you over to a different room.

"Everything was fine for a while until I met her."

You noticed another younger woman, she was ginger as well and you approached her.

"Hi, I'm...Y/N, you?"

She turned around to face you, almost seeming shy before she smiled at you with her green eyes.

"I'm Wanda."

"Wanda was my first friend, she showed me around a lot, we worked together but she could get very emotional and sometimes she scared me when talking about her lover? Vision..a robot. She would have me work on him, even when Tony told us he was off limits."

"Are you sure we're supposed to be here?" Your voice was timid as you jumped the fence with Wanda and she rolled her eyes slightly.

"Yes, come on, Vision is in this building." She led you over to the huge building, government territory.

You scanned a fake card that wanda had you make as you guys entered the territory. She led you through the building and down into some sort of lab where a huge blanket sheet was on a table.

She flipped on the lights and then carefully walked over to the table, taking off the sheet revealing the most beautiful and well crafted robot you've ever seen.

"Oh my Bast...and you say he's like a human?" You walk along the sides of the table as Wanda admired him.

"Yes, Vision can talk, walk, act like one..." She sighed at him before looking up at you. "But the government has kept him here out of unfairness."

"Are you positive, they kept him here because they are unfair?" You raised an eyebrow at Wanda. "Maybe they kept him here for other reasons..-"

"No. I know the government, they want to take my vision from me, which is why you must help me. Please Y/N, I'm your best friend, remember?" She took your hands in hers and you turned to the side, looking away slightly before nodding.

"Alright but I don't want Tony to know, or else I'll lose my job and if the government finds out, I'll be put in a federal prison or executed."

"They won't. We'll start off small, you'll help restore Vision and then when he's good to go, I'll take him away. It'll be safe, I promise."

"And so I agreed. We would go over to the lab, nightly. Every day and we wouldn't leave until the sun shone over. As time passed on though, there was this thing, gem...stone rather in Vision's head and with more work done to him, the more it glowed. I realized soon that it would be dangerous to continue working on him, especially since I didn't know the dangers of this gem."

"You'll be fine Y/N, it's just used to power Vision, continue quickly. They'll soon get here." Wanda rushed you but you shook your head.

"No, it's glowing unnaturally, I can't continue to work on it."

"Y/N, you're just being paranoid, come on. We have to go soon."

"No, Wanda...look." You reached over to touch the stone but that's when your pupils went white and the gemstone turned black.

"Y/N!" was all you heard before footsteps and then you blacked out.

"I woke up in prison. Federal prison. We got caught...well, I got caught. Wanda got away and I later found out that she made a town with Vision and...whatever, but still. I was right about that gemstone. You know those dark purple things you saw come out the other day..yeah, we're...getting there."

"Who...who are you..?!" You speak out, sitting on the floor, backing away as a shadowy figure was standing in the center of the room, staring back at you.

Your glasses were broken and you were in federal prison by now, changed into gray and white clothes.

"I am dar, your companion forever. You summoned me, remember?" The figure walked towards you before a disfigured smile formed on it's face and it stretched your mouth out, open wide and then entered inside you, feet first and then the body.

God, it was terrifying and the person watching the surveillance camera was later put in a ward.

"I later found out it was a she and she was tethered to me. She was a virus I apparently created. When I worked with Vision, I was supposed to take out the gem but we didn't and whenever errors were made, I thought I erased them but...it just went into the gem until it became uncontrollable. I basically cursed myself with some magical coding shit, I don't know. I gave myself powers in the WORST wat imaginable and she's really only released with pent-up rage or sadness..."

You looked up at Shuri who was just staring back at you with an unreadable expression. You buried your face in your head, sighing.

"I know..I know, I sound stupid, I know."

"No, no, you don't, it's just that that's a lot. I'm sorry..- thank you for telling me." She reached out to touch your hand and you let her.

"Well, I didn't want it to seem like I was rejecting you...because I'm not."

You two look at each other in comfortable silence as you share a weak smile. She looked like she was about to say something but that's when the doors to the throne room burst open and a dora milaje warrior rushed in.

"Malia...she's gone.!"

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You and Shuri rushed through the hallways with the warrior following you as you entered the infirmary, horrified with what you saw.

The doctor's stomach was gutted open and there was a tear in the vibranium wall, separating the cell from the rest of the palace.

You pressed your hand over your mouth as you looked down at the woman's lifeless body on the ground, her eyes wide open, seeing everything and nothing.

"What happened here?!" Shuri asked, looking over to the warrior.

"Nalaji...she was giving Malia her lunch but as she opened up the barrier to place the food in, Malia suddenly lashed out and attacked her. No weapons were found, none was there a trace of any vibranium used in the crime scene except for the wall."

You look into the cell and there was a plate of food scattered all across the floor.

"THE BORDERS!" Shuri rushed out to the infirmary as a loud alarm went off. It took you some time as you stumbled out of the room, following the sound of Shuri's voice, leading you over to the lab.

"My Queen...your girlfriend, Y/N has entered the lab."

"Thank you Griot." Shuri sounded annoyed as she waved through some work on the top floor, people scurrying around.

Despite all the chaos, it caused some butterflies in your chest that Shuri had programmed Griot to call you her girlfriend and ACTUALLY say your name...it was better than being called "unknown woman" every time you entered the lab.

You rushed over to your working space, and opening your laptop but you were deterred away from the computer as you heard screaming. You looked up at the windows to be met with the horrific sight of some warriors at the water borders completely dead and gutted, a rip made in the borders.

"SECURE ALL THE BORDERS!" Shuri ordered as warriors and people rushed out of the lab as directions were dished out to everyone.

"Are the ships ready for battle?" Shuri asked one of the people at the lab.

"Yes, my queen."

"Good. We're bringing the battle over to them. If they think they can just come and kill my people, they are horribly mistaken."

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"YIMBAMBE!" Shuri shouted out, raising her fist out into the air as the Wakandan warriors repeated.

"YIMBAMBE!" They repeated.

"YIMBAMBE!"

You looked out to the water as Namor and the Talokans emerged and jumped onto the ships, and immediately the fighting began.

"You blue people were better in Avatar..." You scoffed as you grabbed the daggers from your back pockets, ready to face them off.

As a warrior approached you, heading for a punched, you grabbed her fist and threw her down on the floor, slicing her throat open, then you turned around quickly, punching another one coming behind you, throwing them across the ship as the landed hard on the floors. You stepped back, looking at the scene. It had just started and bodies were already dropping.

You fought off more people before noticing Namor. You ran straight for him but he turned around just in time, grabbing your neck, lifting you up in the air.

You gasped for air as you looked down, moving one leg so far back and then kicked him with maximum power, right in the groin and then moving another leg to kick him in the neck.

His grip on you loosened as you fell to the floor, you grabbed a spear slicing at his thigh, causing him to fall over. Your eyes were like slits now as you were looking at him with pure hatred. You wanted to kill him, drive your hand right through his chest and bring out his heart.

"You took my dad from me." You spat at him, bringing your foot to his neck, pressing harder.

"DAD!" You heard a familiar voice shriek as you look up, brought face to face with Malia. She was in a warrior outfit and she looked at you with anger burning in her eyes.

You quickly looked down, grabbing Namor by the hair, pulling him up.

"Y/N...unhand my father now." Malia said, hissing at you as you scoffed.

"You can say that about your dad but guess what, can't say that about my dad now can I? Where was this attitude when your father over here drowned his grave..hm?" You looked over at Namor, stepping on one of his wings as you held a dagger up to his throat.

You looked straight at Malia, your eyebrows furrowed as you narrowed your eyes in on her.

"A father...for a father. A life, for a life."

You sliced his neck open before throwing him across the ship. His body fell into a ship that flew up nearby. The dehydration tank.

As much as you wished you did slice his neck open...you didn't. You cut deep enough to bleed but shallow enough not to hit a nerve.

"NO!" Malia cried out as she watched it all unfold in front of her. She turned to you, her eyes burning with rage but yours was burning just the same, maybe even harder.

"AH!" She rushed towards you with a punch but you quickly dodged her, spears in hands as you made a fist.

"YOU WANNA DANCE BITCH?! COME ON!" You shouted at her as you stood your ground. She stood in her fighting stance, across from you.

You both circled each other until she finally rushed up to you with a kick but you caught it with your hands, turning around and swiftly kicking her square in the tummy, sending her flying across the ship.

You watch as she sharply hit the edge, banging her head and her back hardly.

You stood up straight and paid attention to her body movement. She stood up slowly, eyes wide as she looked down to her legs.

Confused, your eyes followed hers before your eyes widened. Blood slowly dripped down her legs as she muttered out..

"My baby.."

"Fuck."

Although you didn't like her, you know how it feels to have a miscarriage and you felt an extreme wave of guilt knowing you caused it too.

You rushed over to her side as she fell to her knees, clutching her tummy. Her head lowered as you got on your knees, next to her.

"Oh my...shit..are you okay?" You panic, looking at her.

"No...but I will be."

Was all you heard again before your mouth opened, wide, blood trickling out. You looked down to see she had plunged a spear straight through your stomach...your own spear.

"Fuck...you.." was all you could mutter out till you saw Shuri and Namor on a flying ship...and then you blacked out.

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You woke up about 2 weeks later in the lab. Your eyes darted open as you looked up at everything. Shuri was at your side, holding your hand and as you immediately woke up, she grabbed you, hugging you tightly.

"Don't ever scare me like that, ever again.." She said, choking on her words.

You hugged her back but immediately felt guilt. You pull back from Shuri and look at her. "Malia is no longer pregnant.." You bite your lip as she stays silent before nodding.

"She was on the battlefield when she lost the baby...the cause is unknown but it's..tragic."

You knew that Shuri wants kids..or well at least she used to when you guys were together. She would often talk about raising her own family but that was years ago. It would explain why she wanted Malia to keep the baby so bad.

"Do you...have a lead on who did it?" You ask, your voice raising as Shuri shook her head.

"No..but when we find out who did it, I'll kill them."

You gulp. Okay, then.

"Sorry, it's just..I saw this child as a way to get the family I always wanted back..yknow?"

"Yeah...I'm sorry for your loss.." You looked down as Shuri sighed.

"It's not your fault."

But it was..

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You paced around the room, biting your nail frantically and impatiently. You were currently trying to add up the dates because today, as well as yesterday and the days before, you've been waking up terribly sick.

You just thought it was a side effect from almost dying so many times, blacking out and all, and also a side effect from dar but that wasn't it. It didn't add up..at all. So..you decided to take a pregnancy test. But not just one, multiple.

3 American ones and 4 Wakandan ones, just to be sure. Beeping filled the bathroom as you turned off the timer, looking at the pregnancy tests, your eyes wide.

Positive...positive...positive....positive...positive...positive...positive.

"FUCK." You sit down on the closed-lid toilet burying your face in your hands. It's been around 3 weeks since you and Shuri were intimate and you hadn't even realized when you missed your period because of the drama going on at the palace.

"Y/N! You in here?" Shuri entered your apartment as she walked around then into the bathroom, looking down at you, raising an eyebrow. "You okay?"

You look up to her, worry in your face as take a deep sigh.

"I'm pregnant."

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Timeless

Lewis Nixon x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: can i just say, SPEAK NOW TV IS AMAZING!!! literally my childhood. after hearing "timeless" and instantly falling in love with it, i got the sudden inspiration to write! hbo owns the rights, and this is about the fictional portrayal of easy company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog! Enjoy!

Summary: The Nixons look back on their life as they're preparing to move.

Warnings: major fluff

Nixon, New Jersey: 1985

"Mom, why couldn't I have stayed at home? I don't want to go through Gran and Gramp's junk!"

Mary took a deep breath and restrained from exploding on her 14-year-old daughter. "They've lived in this house for almost 40 years, Kimberly, so naturally we need a ton of help getting them moved out."

Rolling her eyes, she sat on the floor with a huff, grabbing the nearest box. She opened it and discovered it was filled to the brim with photographs. Most were black and white, but the ones near the top were vibrant with color. Those dated back to around 71' when Kim was born. Smiling to herself, she sorted through her own pictures first before moving on to the older, monochrome photos.

The first one she pulled out was of her parents, dressed to the nines at a school dance. Mary was wearing a beautiful aqua dress with her hair pulled back into a teased bun. Kim chuckled at the giant beehives girls used to style their hair in.

"Don't even, Kim," her mother smirked, going through a box of her own. "Hair like that was all the rage in the 60s."

The teenager flipped the photo over. "What year was this?"

Scooting over to her daughter, Mary fondly looked at the picture. "I think it was our senior prom, so 1967, I think. Your father proposed to me a few months after that."

Soon, the duo went through the rest of the box but stopped when they saw a bundle of paper and photos at the bottom of it.

"What's this?" Kim whispered, picking up the stack and inspecting it. "Are these letters?"

Before she could open one up, two battered photos slid out of the bundle, falling onto the hardwood floor. As Kim picked them up, she froze.

"Is this Gram and Gramps?" Gaped Kim.

Nodding slowly, her mother took the photos from her, looking over them herself. "I've never even seen these before."

The black-and-white pictures depicted a couple kissing goodbye during the war and the same couple laughing as they ran out of a church on their wedding day, rice flying through the air.

Each had a date and description on the back.

Our wedding day - July 10, 1940

Lew leaving for basic training - 1942

Before either could comment, another voice filled the room.

"I see you've found our photo albums. Lew! They're in here!"

(Y/n) Nixon walked in and sat on a nearby couch, gesturing for the bundle. A few seconds later, her husband of 43 years strolled into the room, his signature smirk on his face. "I told you we put them in this closet, honey."

"Lewis Nixon, you liar," (y/n) laughed. "Not five minutes ago, you were saying that you put them in the garage!"

Throwing his hands up in surrender, he ruffled his granddaughter's hair before sitting next to his wife on the couch. "Are you gonna let her talk to me like that, squirt?"

Kim cackled, enjoying their banter. "Most of the time, you deserve it, Gramps."

Lew looked at his daughter with raised eyebrows. "She sure is your daughter, alright."

"And your granddaughter," quipped (y/n).

Looking down at the box in his wife's arms, Lewis smiled to himself as he reached for the picture of them on their wedding day. "I remember this like it was yesterday."

"Me too. There's no way it was forty-some years ago."

Kissing (y/n)'s temple, he pulled her close to him. "If it's any consolation, you still look as beautiful as the day I first saw you."

Getting up from the floor, Kim moved and sat next to the couple. "How did you two meet again? I know you've told me, but I forgot."

Lew placed an arm around her and took a deep breath. "Well, Grams and I met in a diner when she got blinded by my beauty and spilled water all over me."

"Lewis," (y/n) scoffed, hitting his chest playfully.

He smirked. "Alright, alright. She tripped and fell for me."

"Here we go again," Mary joked as she prepared for the story she'd heard a million times but never tired of...

Nixon, New Jersey: 1938

It was a hot and sunny Saturday in August when 19-year-old Lewis Nixon and his best friend, Bobby Monroe, escaped the latest highfaluting party held at the Nixon residence. Even though the depression still gripped the country, affluent families like the Nixons and the Monroes didn't have to worry about money like everybody else.

"You hungry?" Lew asked, already anticipating his friend's answer.

Bobby rolled his eyes. "Always. I'll do anything to get away from these stupid things."

"I know how you feel. It's always, 'Lewis, this is Mr. Johnson. And this is his snobby daughter, Alice, or whatever that one's name is."

Hopping into Lewis' brand new Lincoln Zephyr, they set out for the nearby town of Edison, New Jersey.

As they drove, Bobby looked around them, contemplating his food options. "Where do you want to go, Lew?"

"I heard there is a new place up the street called Morgan's Cafe. Wanna try it?"

"As long as they've got edible food, I'm in," Bobby chuckled, clutching his growling stomach. "I'm starving!"

"Good thing it's right here, then.”

After parking, the boys entered the diner with a ding and sat down at a window booth.

“Welcome to Morgan’s! We’ll be with you in a moment,” a soft voice called from the back of the diner.

Minutes later, while the boys were deep in conversation, the kitchen doors opened, and what Lew saw stole the words from his mouth. His gaze was stuck on the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. The boy couldn't help but feel captivated by the girl's dazzling smile, stunning (y/h/c) hair, and cute pink diner uniform, which left him speechless.

Noticing his friend's expression, Bobby looked over his shoulder to see what the big fuss was. He immediately understood as the girl rounded the table, handing them menus with a smile.

"Hi, my name is (y/n), and I'm going to be your server today. What can I get you two fellas to start out?"

Both of the teenagers mind's were thinking one thing:

'What a dame!'

Bobby broke the awkward silence, clearing his throat. "Could I have an RC Cola, please?"

"Sure thing," she nodded, turning to Nixon, who still couldn't form a coherent thought. "What would you like to drink?"

Words? What were words? What were thoughts? All Lewis knew was that the girl, no, young woman, in front of him was stunning. He looked like a deer in headlights as she spoke to him. Luckily, Bobby kicked his friend's leg under the table, breaking him from his trance.

"I'll have a water, please."

"Alrighty," she chirped. "I'll be right back with those."

The boys' eyes followed her until she disappeared behind the kitchen doors. At the same time, they turned toward each other with wide eyes.

"Wow. I've never seen a girl leave you speechless, Lew."

Chuckling, he ran his hand through his hair. "I know. And that's saying something."

In the few minutes she was in the kitchen, Lewis racked his brain for things to say to her. He didn't want to sound like a jerk but wanted to make an impression. Most of the time he met girls, he was introduced by his mother or father at their dinner parties, so he didn't fully know how to act in his current situation.

As (y/n) emerged from the kitchen and strolled over, his heart pounded as he tried to maintain his composure. Unbeknownst to her, a small wrinkle in the floor mat lay in wait for an unsuspecting victim. As fate would have it, amid her stride, her foot caught on the edge and caused her to stumble forward. Time seemed to slow down as she desperately tried to stop the drinks from flying towards the boys.

Lewis, caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events, could only watch in disbelief as the impending disaster unfolded. His half-confident demeanor vanished, replaced by an expression of mild shock and bemusement.

Within seconds, the glass of water made contact with Lew's finely tailored suit, showering him with a cascade of cool, refreshing water. Droplets splashed against his lapel, forming a constellation of wet spots across the fabric, while rivulets trickled down, leaving a damp trail on his pants

As the initial surprise washed over him, the teenager's face transformed into a mixture of surprise and amusement. His lips curled into a half-smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling with genuine humor. Instead of frustration, a sense of amusement colored his reaction. A completely dry Bobby busted out laughing the same time Lew did, knowing the boy could care less about his freshly dry-cleaned suit.

(Y/n)'s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she rushed to his side, her hands instinctively reaching for napkins to remedy the situation.

Her voice tinged with apologies, "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to trip, and then the water... It was an accident, I swear!"

Lewis's face reddened at her touch as he extended a hand to stop her frantic efforts. His smile remained intact, radiating warmth and understanding with a touch of nervousness.

"Don't worry about it. Accidents happen-"

She stepped back slightly, looking at his suit worriedly as she interrupted him. "I'll pay for it to be cleaned. I-I'm so sorry. "

A genius plan came to his mind, and his smile formed into a little smirk. "I know how you can make it up to me."

His swagger was back.

"How?" She asked, hand rubbing her face in embarrassment. "I'll do just about anything."

"Go on a date with me?" He shrugged.

Her embarrassed expression changed into a grin at his question. "I think that can be arranged...." She prompted, unsure of his name.

"Lewis. Lewis Nixon," he stuck out his hand, winking when she took it gently. "When can I pick you up?"

As the pair locked eyes, it felt like they were the only ones in the diner. Electricity ran through them, warming their bodies on the already hot day. Lew noticed a slight blush creeping up her neck and thought it was adorable.

"I get off at 5," she whispered, writing her name and number on a nearby napkin. "Pick me up here?"

He stood and motioned for Bobby to get up. "Sounds like a plan, sweetheart."

Bobby pulled a few dollars out of his wallet and attempted to hand it to the girl. "Here, this is for the drinks."

Keeping her eyes on Lew's soft browns, she shook her head. "Don't worry about it. It's on the house."

In a moment of courage, he leaned down and kissed her on the cheek as he walked toward the door. "See you at 5, (y/n)."

"See you then, Lewis."

The rest was history.

Nixon, New Jersey: 1985

Kimberly's jaw was on the floor at the end of their story. "So you're telling me you basically fell for Gramps the day you met?"

With a chuckle, (y/n) glanced over at her husband who wore a proud grin. "I guess I did, Kim."

"And two years later, we got married," Lewis stated. "But I knew after our second date I was going to marry her."

Kim, already becoming a lovesick pre-teen, was in awe at their story and had to know more. "What happened when the war started?"

At the mention of the war, Lewis' eyes went to the ground. Even after forty years, the horrid images still flashed in his mind. Luckily, (y/n) answered with a tense smile.

"Your Gramps left in the spring of 1942 after Pearl Harbor was attacked. We'd only been married for two years when he left, and saying goodbye was one of the hardest things I've ever done."

New Brunswick Train Station, New Jersey: May 1942

(Y/n) had tried to prepare herself for her husband's departure since he'd volunteered, but when the time came, all preparation went out the window. The reality of where he was going was everpresent in her mind as they walked hand and hand towards the train platform.

She looked up at a wall clock hung beside them: 12:20. They had ten minutes before he'd have to leave. (Y/n)'s heart was aching at the thought of being without the love of her life for an unknown period of time. She refused to even entertain the idea that he might not come back.

Reaching the correct platform, the couple stopped and turned to face one another. (Y/n) had tears in her eyes as she studied his face, committing every detail to memory. The weight of their imminent separation hung heavily in the air.

(Y/n)'s voice trembled as she spoke, her eyes filled with both love and fear. "Lew, promise me you'll come back. Promise me you'll stay safe."

She threw her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder as she added, "I know you can't promise, but I just need to hear you say it. Please."

"I'll come back to you," he whispered into her hair, trying to memorize what it felt like to hold her in his arms. "I promise."

Pulling away, what was left of (y/n)'s resolve cracked at a stray tear that leaked down her husband's face. She broke into sobs, and Lewis had to hold in his own as he pulled her back into his embrace.

"I don't know what I'm going to do without you, Lew. I don't think I can do this."

He leaned back and gently wiped her tears off of her shining cheeks before cupping them softly. "You can, (y/n). You're the strongest person I know. We can do this, sweetheart."

The train whistle blew loudly, announcing that boarding had started, and (y/n)'s heart dropped to her stomach. The clock read 12:37. How could she say goodbye to her whole world in 3 minutes?

(Y/n) held onto him tightly, burying her face in his shoulder. "Oh, Lew, I love you more than words can say. I'll be here waiting for you, praying for your safe return every day."

He kissed her forehead, his touch gentle and tender. "I love you too, (y/n), more than life itself. I'll write to you as much as I can, and be waiting for yours. We'll make it through this together."

As the distant sound of a train whistle pierced the air again, she looked up at Lewis, her voice trembling. "Kiss me."

Their final kiss was a bittersweet embrace, filled with an amalgamation of longing, love, and unspoken words. (Y/n)'s delicate fingers brushed against Lewis' cheek as he cupped her face gently, his touch warm and comforting. Their lips met, and time seemed to stand still, capturing the intensity of their affection.

(Y/n) could taste the slight saltiness of her own tears mingling with the sweetness of his lips. She memorized the sensation—the gentle pressure, the soft warmth—as if etching it into her very being. It was a kiss that conveyed a deep yearning, a longing to hold onto this moment forever. But just as their embrace deepened, the piercing sound of a train whistle shattered the tranquility of the station.

They reluctantly broke apart, breaths mingling in the air as their gazes locked on each other. Time stood suspended between them, as if holding its breath, reluctant to let go of their connection.

With a teary smile, he picked up his bags and backed away toward the train car. "I love you," he called over his shoulder. "See you soon., sweetheart."

As the train's doors started to close, reality pressed upon them. They stood there, eyes locked until the very last second, etching the image of each other's faces in their hearts.

And as the train pulled away, taking her husband further from her, (y/n) Nixon stood alone on the platform. She touched her lips, still tingling from their final kiss, a mixture of love and sorrow overwhelming her. She whispered, as if he could hear her across the distance, "Come back to me, Lew. Please, come back."

Nixon, New Jersey: 1985

"Over the 12-hundred-some days that we were separated, a week didn't go by that I didn't write Lew. He wrote when he could, and it always made my heart skip a beat when I'd get a letter from him."

(Y/n) reached into the box and grabbed the large stack of letters. "I still can't believe you kept these after all this time."

Lewis' gaze turned from the ground to his wife with misty eyes. "I could never get rid of them. Your letters were what got me through."

Growing up, anytime Lew spoke about the war, it was only to tell a story about his friends Dick, Harry, and Ron. Even some of those times, he got a far-off look that Mary could recognize. (Y/n) quickly shot her daughter a look, and Mary gently took Kim by the arm.

"Come on, Kimmy. Let's go sort through my old stuff."

Getting up, the 12-year-old wore a confused look. "But we're not done looking thro-"

Mary raised her eyebrows at the pre-teen, ushering her out the door. "Come on."

Once they were out of the room, he gently took the bundle from (y/n) and removed the rubber band holding them all together. Lew randomly grabbed one from his lap and started reading it.

"This one's from January 7th of 45'."

"My Dear Husband,

I hope things are going better than what we've been hearing at home. The fighting in Belgium sounds horrifying. All I can do is pray that you're not there, Lew. I know you haven't been able to write, and deep down, I know you're there. If my gut is right, be careful, darling. I need you to come back to me after all this ends.

On a higher note, I finally caved and got a dog! You'd love her, Lew! She's the most adorable cocker spaniel named Ruby. I've had her for a few weeks and have fallen in love with her cute personality. People who say dogs don't have personalities are stupid. She does this thing where she'll come sit next to me on the couch and listen to me rant about my day. And on the nights when I'm struggling, she'll snuggle next to me and lay her head on my chest. It's like she's trying to tell me everything is gonna be okay.

Even with her here with me, I still miss you more than anything. I feel like a piece of me is missing without you here beside me. Everything feels wrong without you here. Christmas was really hard. Who am I to talk about my life being hard? You're goodness know's where fighting in a war. All this goes to say that I love you so much, and I can't wait to hold you in my arms again. Stay safe and come back to me.

All my love,

(Y/n)"

Lew took a deep breath and took her hand."I know I don’t talk about it much, but the war… It was hell. December of 44’. We didn’t have winter clothes or supplies, and the men- the casualties were terrible. There weren’t many Toccoa men left afterward.”

(Y/n) squeezed his hand gently. “I remember being so worried about you”

“When things got really bad, I would read your past letters. They were the only warmth in that frigid forest.”

“I did the same thing here. When I missed you more than normal, I would read the letter you sent me for my 25th birthday. It’s in here somewhere,” she whispered, searching through the box. (Y/n) knew Lewis didn’t like to go on about the war, so over their marriage, she just listened and didn’t ask any questions, no matter how badly she wanted to. Early on, she decided to let him share when he wanted to. Once she found it, she started to read it aloud.

“Dear Birthday Girl,

Happy 25th birthday, sweetheart! As I write this in my muddy foxhole, know that my heart overflows with my deepest affection and longing for you. I find myself cherishing the memories we’ve shared and dreaming of the moments we’ll create together when this war is but a distant memory.

Your presence in my life has been nothing but a gift, and every day, I’m so grateful that we found each other. Your smile, laughter, and the way you light up a room with your presence captured me from the very start. Your kindness, compassion, and unwavering support have been my strength in the months since we parted.

In the midst of the chaos around me, your beautiful face is etched in my mind, and the thought of your warm embrace gets me through the hardest times. It’s the memory of your tender touch that keeps me going.

On this special day, I want to shower you with love and blessings, even from afar. You deserve all the happiness this world can offer, and I promise that once this war is over, we’ll celebrate your birthday in a way that makes up for all the times we’ve been apart. I hate that I’ve missed 23, 24, and 25, but know that I will make up for it every day for the rest of our lives. I love you more than words can say. Happy birthday, (y/n). I hope you have the best day.

With all my love,

Lewis”

A fond smile formed on her face as she turned to him. “I think I read that every single holiday, and when I hadn’t gotten anything from you in a while.”

“I had one of those, too,” he smirked. “Mine involved a few pictures and a-”

(Y/n) smacked his arm with a mock gasp. “Lewis Nixon! Our daughter and granddaughter are in the next room over!”

“Ehh,” he shrugged. “It never stopped us before.”

“I don’t know if you haven’t noticed, Lew, but we’re not in our 20s anymore, hun.”

With a chuckle, Lewis started sorting through their box of pictures once again. There were ones from Mary’s childhood all the way up to when Kim was born. One in particular, caught his eye. Mary was around 4 in the picture, and it showed the three of them in front of the Golden Gate Bridge on one of their trips to visit Lew’s mom and sister in San Fransisco.

“Remember this?” He asked as he held it up.

(Y/n) raised her eyebrows and laughed under her breath. “I remember I got the worst sunburn of my life that trip.”

Laughter filled the air of the small room as the couple continued to sort through their beloved possessions.

Two Weeks Later

They were gathered outside their house with Mary, her husband, and Kim, looking at the past 40 years of their lives. All the memories flashed in their minds, and the couple willed away tears.

“We’ve had a great life, haven’t we?”

Tucking into her husband’s side, (y/n) laid her head on his shoulder. “Yeah, we have. You know, I’ve been thinking. I think even in a different life, you still would’ve been mine, Lew.”

“Me, too, Sweetheart,” he whispered, kissing her temple. “We really were timeless."

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idrknidc · 1 year

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Somethings Hurt

Ex!Poly!Marauders x fem!reader

Genre: Crossover

Details: Endgame, Infinity War, and Civil War never happened they did get Bucky but no one fought.

Warning: ANGST, language, implied smut

Summery: After Y/n finds her boyfriends cheating on her and she leaves and finds someone new and finds out more about herself. But after 10 years Hogwarts has a reunion party for the old graduates and Y/n meets some old friends.

Words: 1k+

3rd's Pov

December 6, 2009

6:24 pm

Y/n walked through the portrait with a sigh, she just wanted to go to relax with her boyfriends.

She walked up the stairs and opened the door to see all three of her boyfriends fucking a Ravenclaw, all four looked up at the girl and stood up quickly. She turned around and quickly walked out of the room with tears in her eyes.

"Y/n! Y/n Wait!" Remus yelled before he grabbed onto her arm making her turn around and face the three.

"Don't you dare say it was a mistake or a swear to god I will punch you in the face." Y/n said with tears streaming down her face.

"Why are you crying you whore." Sirius said making Remus and James look at him with wide eyes.

"What she's fucking three boys I bet that she's fucking everyone in gryffindo-" a slap rang through the air, Y/n had slapped Sirius right across the face.

"Well you three aren't any better." she said before she stomped away.

*10 years later*

Y/n's Pov

April 16, 2019

7:52 pm

I was in the kitchen at the Avengers Tower making a pizza with Natasha, "The way you started beating the shit out of John Walker was hilarious." Natasha said while moving the pizza dough around.

"What? He said Bucky was a murderes monster." I said as I moved the pizza dough around on the pizza I was making.

We had to make like six different pizzas because of how many people lived at the tower, "Mrs. Barnes there is a woman named Minerva McGanagall here for you Ma'am." Friday said and I gasped.

"Who's she." Nat asked, "An old friend, I'll be back." I said before I rubbed my hands against the apron that I was wearing and then took it off.

I walked out of the kitchen and Bucky walked out the elevator, "Doll, where are going so quickly?" Bucky asked as he walked over and kissed my cheek.

"An old friend is here. I’ll be back I promise." I said before I kissed him and then walked to the elevator.

I got down to the first floor and saw Minnie standing in front of me, she gasped.

I stepped out the elevator, "Minnie." I said before I hugged her, "Oh honey, you've grown up so much Y/n." she said as she held my face in her hands.

"You're a hero, I'm so proud of you Y/n." She said. We both started talking and then I figured out why she was here.

"Minnie I don't know if I should go." I said and she sighed, "Y/n, you can bring a plus one." I smiled and she caught on, "Do you have someone special?" she asked with a light smile on her face.

"Yes. 4 years ago I got married, I'm now Y/n Barnes." I said with a proud smile, "Bring him. Because I would like to meet him and also I want you to bring him because James, Remus, and Sirius will be there and I want you to show them that you're happy." she said and I laughed.

Y/n's Pov

April 20, 2019

9:27 pm

I and Bucky walked into Hogwarts, "Wow you went to school here." he asked as both of us walked thought the halls, I looked at the doors that went into classrooms.

"Oh wow." I said with a smile as I looked around, "Y/n!" I heard a voice I hadn't heard in a while, I quickly turned around, "Lily!" I yelled as I ran over and hugged her.

I looked over and saw Serverus standing there with a light smile "Hi Serverus." I said and he actually hugged me, "It's good to see you Y/n." he said and I smiled.

"Oh Lily this is my husband Bucky." I said with a smile as I grabbed his arm lightly, Lily smiled brightly, "Hi I'm Lily." she said as she shook her hand.

"It's a pleasure to met you." he said and Lily's eyes went wide and pulled me close, "You did goooood." she said.

She started walking away while waving, "It was good to see her again." I said and Bucky nodded, "I'm glad you get to see your friends again Doll." I led Bucky into the Great Hall.

"Oh wow. I still can't believe you went to school here." Bucky said with wide eyes and I laughed, "I'm going to get you some punch." Bucky said before he bent down and kissed me, "I love you." I said and Bucky smiled, "I love you too."

I looked around and sighed, "Y/n?" I heard an all to familiar voice and quickly turned around and saw Remus, James, and Sirius.

"Guys." I said with a smile, I forgave them 7 years ago when I got together with Bucky, I gave all three of them a hug, "It's great to see you guys." I said with a smile.

Sirius' eyes racked over my body and I shifted uncomfortable.

Bucky's Pov

April 20, 2019

9:48 pm

I grabbed mine and Y/n's drinks before I walked over to where I left her and saw three man staring at her like she was a snack, I placed our drinks down and walked over the a cold glare on my face.

No one looks at my girl like that. I placed my arm around her waist and glared at the three.

Y/n looked up at me with a smile, "Guys this is my husband Bucky." Y/n said with a beautiful smile on her face.

'Bucky please go over to the side, Tony made us wear coms, so you can hear everything please let me deal with them' Y/n's voice rang through my head, 'Damn you beautiful mind reader' I thought and she smiled.

"I'll be back Doll." I said agreeing to argument.

Y/n's Pov

April 20, 2019

9:57 pm

"I'll be back Doll." Bucky said agreeing to my argument, "I love you." I said before I lent up and kissed him before he walked away.

"You're married?" Remus asked and I nodded, "How long?" James asked, and I smile lightly remembering my wedding day.

"Four years." I said and Sirius scoffed, "You married a guy named 'Bucky' really?" Sirius asked and I nodded "That's his real name?" James asked and I shook my head.

"It's his nickname, his full name is James Buchanan Barnes." I said with a smile, "His name is my name." James said and I shook my head.

"No. He's 101 years old and you're 26 I think you took his name." I said and all of there more eyes went wide, "Wait you married the Winter Soldier?" Sirius asked and I nodded, "Well he's no long the winter soldier, he's James 'Bucky' Barnes" (and you're part of my efforts to make amends/ I'm so sorry)

Bucky walked back over and kissed my head, "Hey let's home." I said and Bucky looked down, "Are you sure Doll? You really wanted to be here." he said and I nodded, "Yeah. Let's go. I hope to see you boys again..."

Should I do a part 2 or nah you guys like this ending

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thoughtsandbones · 7 months

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The dots that begin to align

WARNINGS: Mention of profanity, scars, fluff, anxiety, medical inaccuracies, surgery, blood, gore and just getting the POV of our friendly neighbourhood masked menace.

Plot: Doctor Ruhari Hari Kaur (OC is South Asian ☺️) joins the 141 again, but this time as their doctor. After the betrayal of Shepherd and Graves, Task Force 141 begins their hunt on his whereabouts and locating Makarov.

Word count: 3309K

Song inspo: Don't Fear the Reaper - Tom Jones, Halo - Haley James Scott ( BethanyJoy Lenz), Sinner - The Last Dinner Party

spelling and some grammar mistakes as I am bad at times... :/

(FYI: bold sentences... that are like this... are supposed to describe redacted data/info to the plot... ;] .. )

Please do let me know how you all are finding this fanfic! :D

MASTERLIST

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15 I and PART 15 II

Part 16

The midday sun radiated through the windows into the infirmary. Ghost noticed the light bounce off your brown skin and across parts of your face. Anytime you looked up and out the window, the sun rays changed the colour of your eyes to the shade of honey brown that made Ghost's heart flutter.

He savoured the silent moment with you as you finished the last suture. Gazing upon your face full of concentration, as if nothing else was on your mind, just the wound in front of you. He watched as you straightened up and marveled at your handiwork, the neat stitches all in equal space and length.

"Going to just cover it with a bandage" You say as you reach over to the trays next to the med bed and pull out a medium sized dressing.

"Thanks Doc" Ghost said clearing his throat, he got up and leant slightly on his elbows.

"How does it feel?" You ask him "You can sit up if you are able to" You add looking briefly at his naked toned and muscular upper body, the edge of his long mask covering the edge of his shoulders, that mole on his jugular not visible.

Ghost sits up slowly, and swings his leg over the edge of the bed. Looking down at his stitches, he admired the neatness and precision. You moved closer to Ghost, and then began to apply the dressing over the stitches.

"Next time let us know if you were injured too" You say not looking at him

Ghost looked down at you, not breaking your concentration from the dressing.

"Johnny was more important" He gruffed

You roll your eyes and look up at him, meeting his gaze.

"So are you sir" You respond finishing applying the dress over his lower abdomen, trying to not ogle at the various scars over his body.

He scoffed at your response. Him? Important? Nah, just another gear in the machine of war he thought to himself.

You shook your head in disapproval, not wanting to start an argument with your lieutenant, you just ignore him. Taking your gloves off and throwing them in the hazard bin.

"All sorted" You say and weakly smile at Ghost, his blue eyes still focused on you. "Need a shirt?" You ask

Ghost took in that sad smile. "Thanks Doc, be alright, room is only down the hall" He said getting up from the med bed and watched as you cleaned the bed.

You nod at him and finished clearing up.

"Don't get the bandage wet, no heavy lifting or you'll rip my handiwork" You sigh, eyelids becoming heavy with every blink.

"You need some sleep" Ghost said leaning back against the door watching as you discarded tissues and equipment in their appropriate bins.

"Hmm" You say gazing out the window, eyes becoming heavier, leaning against the window sill. The crash was oncoming. Long surgeries where the brain had to be kept active, focused on the task at hand took up a lot of energy. Saving Soap. Poring deep into his flesh and bones. Rewiring his nerves.

"Doc?" Ghost said, watching you look out into the sun now high up in the blue sky over base.

"Hmm" You mumble again "Going to sleep now" You say plainly. But still you did not move.

Ghost came forward a bit and kept his eyes on you. Noticing the reflection of Ghost coming towards you, you turn to meet his gaze.

"Going now" You say, moving away from the window and past Ghost, briefly glancing at his naked torso again.

You open the door and head out first, Ghost followed behind you and stepped to the side as you turned to face the door and drew out your keys, locking it. Your eyes wander up to Ghost, who was still looking at you.

"You're doing that staring thing again." You say without thinking, but then your eyes widen when you realise what you said out loud.

Ghost chuckled and looked away.

"Sorry, that just came out wrong." You quickly say, looking at him then moving your eyes to the floor.

"S'alrigh'" Ghost said, crossing his bare muscular arms "I do stare a lot.." He mumbled looking back at you. You smile weakly again at him before bringing your right hand to cover mouth as you yawned.

"I need to sleep" You say moving your hand from your mouth to rub you brow bone.

"Go sleep now. That's an order Hari" Ghost said laughing, moving his hands to your shoulders, his bare hands could feel the skin and bones under the fabric of your scrubs as he guided you towards your room. You move along with him yawning one more time as your unlocked the door, turning one last time.

"Good night Lieutenant" You say wearily.

"Good night" Ghost said nodding as you gave a meek smile.

Ghost moved away from your door as he heard the lock clicking, and made his way back to his room. After getting in, he walked to his bathroom, taking his mask off, revealing Simon in the mirror. Black paint mixed with sweat had smeared across his cheeks and down the sides of his nose. He took a few steps back looking his upper body, various scars scattered across the skin, lifting his arm and smelling himself, the smell of old sweat coming off him was strong. He felt a tinge of embarrassment, cheeks and ears going red at the thought of you being repulsed by his bad odour.

"Fucks sake" He said and then turned to the shower and stripped off his dirty trousers and boots. Getting into the shower and letting the hot water run over him. As he grabbed his loofah he noticed the white bandage in the corner of his eye.

"Don't get the bandage wet" he remembered you saying. Simon turned the water off and grabbed a towel patting the now wet bandage dry.

"Fucks sake!" He said through gritted teeth, patting the bandage slightly harder, underneath the wound ached. In the moment of building anger, he wanted to rip off the bandage and attack the wound, an attempt to punish himself for being so stupid.

But your tired eyes flickered in his mind. If he destroyed your hard work, you'll be even more pissed at him and then revealing himself would be a lot harder.

Simon leant back against the white tiles of the shower, the droplets of water soaked onto his skin as he slid down, wincing as he brought his knees up.

"How could I be so stupid" He muttered to himself. With the towel he covered his lower abdomen, hoping it would absorb the moisture from the wet bandage. A heaviness wafted over him, eyelids drooping, he closed them.

"Just for a moment" He said "Rest here just a moment" He said again to himself, breathing sharply through his nose and exhaling. He drifted off, the white light of the bathroom still on glaring sharply at him even when his eyes were closed.

...

The unexpected beeping of your pager woke you up from your short sleep. Your eyes open slowly, and with your hand reaching for the pager, reading 999 - ICU, you threw the covers off the bed and leapt out. Cold shock giving you a sudden bolt of energy.

Soap! You think.

Grabbing a set on new scrubs from your drawer, you quickly put them on. The pager beeped again: 999 - ICU

A heavy sick feeling planted itself in your stomach as your tied the laces of your trainers. You think of all the possible things that could've gone wrong. But everything was fine! you pleaded with yourself. Grabbing your scrub cap, and unlocking the door you run out, not bothering to lock it.

Every second counted

Running down the stairs, you nearly toppled over Captain Price who was walking up.

"Hari! You alright?" He said, eyed widening

You looked up at him with worry in your eyes

"It's Soap" You cried, showing him your pager that went off again: 999 - ICU

"Go." Price commanded nodding at you, and you did. Quickening up the pace as you jumped down the final set of stairs, and running down the hall to entrance of Building 2.

As you ran across the tarmac of base, adrenaline coursed through your veins, you went through the mental checklist of what you did and what could've gone wrong.

Perhaps there was another nerve that was damaged... You think as your ran towards the entrance of the RAMC building.

Your legs felt like giving up, but you could not. Soap mattered now more than ever, and it was your job to save him. To look after him. All of them.

Reaching the reception area before the ICU, you see Clarissa writing on the whiteboard.

"Clarissa!" You wheezed as you buckled over, trying to catch your breath "What happened?" You added, gasping for air. Clarissa turned towards you, her braids swinging along with, her face confused..

"Ah did you find out about Gaz?" She asked moving over to you.

"Huh?" You said looking at her confused "I got paged" You gasped

"What?" She asked, checking her pager on the waistband of her pink scrubs. "I didn't page you..." She mumbled checking the board to see who else could

"I got 999 - ICU" You blurted out, breathing in slowly. You could feel your heart pound against your chest.

"Let's go" Clarissa said, motioning with her head towards the door of the ICU. You followed her, placing your hands on your hips.

As you both walked in and moved to where Soap was, you could hear the steady beeping of the machines. Clarissa moved over to check his stats and you moved closer to the headrest, looking at Soap's face, still asleep but no longer intubated.

"Did he wake up?" You ask looking at Clarissa

"Think so, no longer intubated..." Clarissa said, trailing off at the confusion as to who would take his intubator out.

The doors of the ICU opened, and you both turned to look over. It was Dr Jones, dressed in blue scrubs, his brown hair slicked back, green eyes focused on you.

"Ah Dr Kaur, nice of you to respond to my page" He said moving the the end of the bed where Soap laid.

You looked at him in astonishment as he looked through the charts.

"You paged me 999?" You said bitterly

"Yes." He said looking up at you, smirking slightly "You performed an unauthorised medical procedure" He continued.

Unauthorised medical procedure, the words echoed in your brain, you were taken aback.

"Excuse me? I was paged by Peyton - Dr Marie - for an injury on one of the 141" You said, glaring at him as he moved around Clarissa, not making any eye contact with you.

"Yes, I am aware, but I have no official medical certificates to state you could operate" He said looking back at you, the same smirk lingered on his face. The smirk that made you want to slap off his stupid face.

"Official medical certificates?" You asked. Anger began to simmer in your blood "I was a Neuro registrar at Foxham, this was a neuro injury" You spat at him.

"So I have been told.." he sighed "But I also heard that you had a nervous breakdown a few months ago. Heard you went psychotic whilst on shift." He said glaring at you.

Those words hit you in your core. How could he know?

"I-I er" You stammered, looking down at the steel railing of the med bed where Soap was. Your heart began to race, and sweat began to seep from your skin.

"As a consultant, and therefore your superior, I want to see your medical certificates and records pronto" He declared moving over to you.

Clarissa watched him edge closer to you. Why was he doing this now? she thought.

"Dr Kaur did a fantastic job, without her I don't know if the patient would have survived" Clarissa said, speaking up and glaring at Dr Jones.

"I didn't ask for you opinion Clarissa" He huffed "I want to see those certificates, I am sure you can arrange to do that" He said

"What now?" You asked, still stunned at the revelation that he knew about that incident at Foxham.

Did Peyton tell him? Surely no... She would not do that... You think, your mind began to race with the possibilities of how he could know.

"Yes now." He said, giving you one final stare before walking out of the ICU, your head bowed down, staring at the laminated floor, your vision becoming hazy.

"What a cunt" Clarissa said moving to you, placing her hands on your shoulders. "You okay?" She asks, doe-eyed.

You look up, and tears formed in your eyes.

"Oh honey" Clarissa said and brought you in close to her, giving you a hug. You wrap your arms around her and began to sob. The tiredness and the sudden building of anxiety poured out of you like a broken dam. You sobbed into the scrubs that Clarissa wore, tears making patches of her pink scrubs darker.

"Honey, you did a great job. Sgt MacTavish is doing well." She said pulling away but grasping your shoulders tight, trying to reassure you. "I'm near the end of my shift, let's grab a coffee or tea?" She suggests

You bring your hands to your facing, wiping away tears and rubbing your tired eyes. Sniffling at the thought of Peyton betraying you.

"No, I need to go home. Get those certificates and prove to that asshole I am worthy of my title" You say sternly, grabbing a tissue from the box on the bedside table and blowing your nose.

"I'll give a lift, where do you live?" Clarissa asked

"Windsor, so about 30 minutes from base." You said

Clarissa nodded and then grabbed your arm and walked out of the ICU with you.

As the doors closed, Soap opened his eyes and looked up around him, still shocked at the conversation he overhead.

"He was a cunt" He muttered in agreement with Clarissa before closing his eyes again.

...

As you reached Clarissa's car, it was only once inside and looking at the dashboard you saw it was 17:36 pm. 12 hours ago you were in the OR with Peyton and Clarissa, delving deep into Soap. 12 hours later you were on your way back home, a place you hadn't been for almost 3 months.

Clarissa turned on the radio and inputted your address in the car's inbuilt navigation system. You laid back into the passenger seat, drained again, but determined to prove your worth to that bastard.

"What is his problem?" You blurt out

Clarissa briefly look at you and then turned her attention back to the road.

"I don't know, he's always been intimidated by strong women, even us nurses." She sighed

"Ever thought about complaining? You ask

"Yeah, but I just could not be bothered. I just hope he moves on up to a desk job soon" She replied

"Hmm" You mumbled

You closed your eyes and your head rocked gently side to side with the motion of the car, you let the noise of your thoughts fill your brain as Clarissa drove on, humming to the music that came out of the radio.

Twenty minutes later, you both had reached your home. It was a small apartment complex near the town centre. As Clarissa parked up, you took the keys out of your scrub pocket, and picked the key that would unlock your home.

"Mind if you stay here?" You ask, turning to Clarissa who smiled and nodded.

"Of course, I'll go to Sainsbury's and get you something to eat" She said pointing to the local Sainsbury's opposite where she had parked.

"OOoh, could you get me a chicken caesar wrap meal deal please" You ask, smiling slightly.

"Yeah, sure thing" She said smiling before opening the door and getting out. You follow her move and get out too.

"I shouldn't be long" You say

"Don't worry, take your time, I'll be here" She said, giving you grin before walking off to Sainsbury's.

You turn and sigh, and walk up to the door of the apartment complex, buzzing in the four digit code and walked in.

Heading up the stairs, you reach the outside of your apartment, staring at the white door, gazing into the peephole. Sliding the key in, you turn and it clicked, pulling the handle you open the door and walk in. The smell of lavender fills your nose, the plug-in air freshener was working it's magic and instantly calmed your nerves.

You gazed around your home. Taking it all in. Nothing had changed, the books on the bookshelf where still there. Curtains you had slightly drew where still in the same position. Walking over the fridge, you open it. It was of course empty apart from a few bottles of sauce. It was exactly how you'd left it.

Moving towards the door of your room, you walk in and dropped yourself on the purple sheets of your bed, groaning into the pillow.

Aches vibrated along your legs, arms feeling weak, your turnover and stare at the ceiling that was covered in small plastic glow in the dark stars, not glowing due to the brightness of the room. Sliding off the bed, you sit crossed legged on the rug beside the bed, and pulled out a green box from underneath and opened it. It was filled with personal pieces of paper that dictated your life so far.

GCSE and A-Level results, papers from the doctors, national insurance details, old pay cheques. You stopped as you got to a piece of paper that had the confirmation of a place in the cadets that had been signed by The Captain. The early beginnings of your military career. You placed it on top of the other papers and sifted through until your found an A4 envelope with all you training from medical school, your results and certificates from the exams taken as a junior doctor up until last year when you were about to undertake an exam that would've made you a consultant.

"Heard you went psychotic whilst on shift." That sentence echoed again in your head. Your mind flashed images of your breakdown, how you nearly hurt yourself and others during your episode... The lump in your throat began to form. Clearing your throat you rummaged deeper in the green box of memories of times long forgotten.

At the bottom of the box you saw something gold glisten in the light. You reach for it and realise it was framed photo, a photo of 5 soldiers, all in green fatigues laughing. There was you in the middle, your hair short and baring your teeth, to your left was KD and MG both also pulling funny smiles, and then to your right was The Captain and Simon Riley. You took in the four faces of the soldiers, all of whom were now dead and gone. Bringing the frame closer, analysing the details of their grins. With your thumb, your run it over Simon.

"I miss you Simon" you say, your voice slightly breaking as tears begin to fill your eyes. You look closer at him, his big grin making his eyes crinkle, he had lifted his head up slightly towards the Captain. You gazed at his neck, something familiar caught your eye.

The mole on his jugular was there, plain as day. You had seen that mole, that size and in that region before. You squinted harder, a slight tingle flowed through you.

"No way" You whisper, bringing the frame even closer that it nearly touched your nose.

There it was. It couldn't be a coincidence. That same mole in the same spot was also on Ghost.

Could it be.. that Ghost... was actually Simon Riley?

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literallyjusttoa · 1 year

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New Hozier album comes out in 10 days so here's some Hozier lyrics I can imagine Apollo writing.

I am YEARNING and I am GAY and y'all are gonna have to DEAL WITH IT.

You don't have to sing it nice / But honey sing it strong / At best you'll find a little remedy, at worst the world will sing along - To Noise Making (Sing)

A song about singing and the joy it can bring? God of music written all over it.

I wouldn't know where to start, sweet music playing in the dark / Be still, my foolish heart, don't ruin this on me - Almost (Sweet Music)

I can just see him singing this while falling in love with someone.

When, my, time comes around / Lay me gently in the cold hard earth / No grave can hold my body down / I'll crawl home to her - Work Song

And I can see him singing this while being in love with someone. Also the weight of an immortal singing about devotion after death is v interesting to me, especially when it comes to our poor has-almost-died-and-actually-died-more-times-than-any-other-immortal Apollo.

With each love I cut loose I was never the same / Watching still living roots be consumed by the flame / I was fixed on your hand of gold / Laying waste to my lovin' long ago - Would That I

Apollo's endless cycle of love and tragedy? More likely than you'd think.

When I was a man, I thought it ended / When I knew love's perfect ache / But my peace has always depended / On all the ashes in my wake -Arsonist's Lullaby

Apollo's endless cycle of love and tragedy? More likely than you'd think.

All that I've been taught / And every word I've got / Is foreign to me - Foreigner's God

In a general sense, I think this could refer to how different the rules of Olympus are to the rest of the world. Everything you're taught is right on Olympus means nothing as soon as you leave, and we see Apollo struggle with that in the books. But I also I like to relate these lyrics to the period right after the fall of Greece, when Apollo was likely torn between his people and the new invading force. Honestly I think that would be such an interesting time period to explore.

I couldn't utter my love when it counted / Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now / I couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted / Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now - Shrike

Apollo definitely has a lot he regrets about certain relationships, especially after the Trials. His open affection and love for his partners wars against his inability to show true vulnerability and "weakness", so I imagine that he's been very closed off to a lot of his lovers.

So I will not ask you where you came from / I would not ask and neither would you / Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips / We should just kiss like real people do - Like Real People Do

Adding onto the last part (and this is entering headcanon territory) Apollo wants the love part of the relationship without the true vulnerability. He wants to be able to keep all of his walls up while still being truly loved, which is sadly kind of impossible. To me, it always seemed like Apollo was chasing the idea of being in love more than the person he's loving themselves. And this doesn't mean Apollo doesn't care about these relationships, in fact, he seems to throw his whole soul into them. He wants to love someone, he just isn't ready to be loved back.

The entirety of Jackie and Wilson and the entirety of Talk

They just fit man, idk

+ so much more but I'd have to write essays to fully explain how I feel about each one

I'll probably reblog this after I binge the new album with more so look forward to that.

#long post #sunny speaks #trials of apollo #toa apollo #lester papadopoulos #the majority of my headcanons about how Apollo acts in his relationships comes from Hozier if that's not obvious #Its the poetic phrasing + quiet desperation for love + being in awe of your partner + sadness behind each note + references to mythology #shut up sunny #headcanons

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: slight mentions of violence hehe

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SFW🌿

⭑ An Illyrian warrior and the Queen of Death decided that having only two people in a relationship wasn’t viable for the length of their lives.

⭑ With fae immortality, comes an onslaught of time. And after nearly everything there is to do, Nesta became restless.

⭑ It was mostly Nesta’s idea to come up with a third in the marriage. Even though Cassian knew of men who took many wives, he never thought he’d be one of them.

⭑ But he didn’t detest the idea -

⭑ Neither of them had anyone in mind and their search had been going on for a year before you caught Nesta’s eye

⭑ She had been frequenting the bars in Velaris, looking at how to make them better, as her job had become bigger over time. As well as being the emissary to the human world, she wanted to expand her duties.

⭑ Rhysand was more than happy to let her do so. He was incredibly open to develop Velaris, to make it better.

⭑ You were a barmaid, and even though time had gone on in the fae world, men still wanted to get drunk.

⭑ You were half fae and half- illyrian. Your parents had died during one of the wars and left the deed to a run-down bar to you.

⭑ You had sold it, and kept the money, but still wanted a job. The now-owner let you run the bar, as you knew it best.

⭑ And that’s how Nesta met you. With a sweaty red face, and a shut leaving your lips.

“If you do not LEAVE, I WILL RIP OUT YOUR TONGUE AND FEED IT TO MY DOG.”

⭑ She liked you instantly

⭑ Nesta is the living embodiment of the dark feminine, and you couldn’t resist her. Not that you wanted to resist her in the first place -

⭑ The way she spoke, her poise, the grace. It was overwhelming in the most delicious way.

⭑ Having two intimidating people as your partners makes you feel incredibly safe.

⭑ Having a sleep-in with Nesta while Cassian goes out and gets pastries for breakfast

⭑ Cassian is in the middle while you curl into his side and Nesta holds your hand while falling asleep on his stomach

⭑ Cassian always makes you two laugh and there’s always booming laughter when the three of you are together

⭑ You felt weird around Nesta for a while, the world is patriarchal and misogyny is embedded in everyone. So you learned that Nesta wasn’t the competition ... she was the end goal. The trophy.

⭑ Training together and you can barely do a few push-ups. And after 10 minutes you yell, “how the hell do you do this EVERYDAY???”

⭑ So they tell you that you do not need to. They train to be able to attack and defend - something that they would do for you without hesitation.

⭑ Therefore you do not need to train with them. During that time you can sleep, read or ... do whatever you want to

⭑ You and Cassian are such chaotic messes

⭑ Nesta always keeps you two upright

⭑ And she IS the top

⭑ Pet names for you by Cassian are, ‘honey,’ ‘sweet-cheeks, ‘pumpkin,’ ‘sugar-pie,’

⭑ Pet names for you by Nesta are, ‘my love,’ ‘darling,’ and ‘sweetness.’

⭑ Rhysand quirked his eyebrow when he found out. But liked the idea. You’re a vibrant person that Rhysand likes talking to immensely

⭑ Feyre likes you A LOT, especially because you have such passion. She loves that you can hold your own, and she sees you as another sister.

⭑ I actually think Amren is a bit jealous of your relationship with Nesta ...

⭑ Azriel likes you a lot (And I can kinda see you guys having him in your relationship. And not just Nesta and Cassian, Azriel and you, but a constant shift of coupling.)

⭑ Elain doesn’t understand the dynamic and finds it somewhat blasphemous (even though she isn’t religious). But after she digests the information and sees the three of you together, she warms to the idea

⭑ Mor ... feels warmly towards you. She probably knows you from before; when you worked the bar. And she thinks you match with both Nesta and Cassian. Because you can speak up, you have your opinions and you know how to handle shitty people.

⭑ When someone insults anyone that you guys care about Cassian is the one who has to calm both you and Nesta.

⭑ Nesta buys you a lot of jewelry and clothes

⭑ While Cassian shows his love by spending time with you

⭑ Doing Nesta’s hair and she doing yours

⭑ Both of you telling Cassian to stop staring while you’re both getting dressed

“I just love you both so much-”

⭑ Relationship Tropes:

✧ Dumbass (Cassian) x Dumbass on the Rise (You) x Oh Fck I Guess They’re My Dumbasses (Nesta)

✧ The Adventurous (Cassian) x The Hyperactive (You) x The Unheeded Voice of Reason (Nesta)

✧ Big Scary (Cassian) x Medium Scary (Nesta) x Small Scary (You, still learning)

NSFW🔞minors dni!

⭑ Nesta usually always takes the lead during sex. Especially the first few times with them.

⭑ Cassian definitely likes to watch as the two of you feel the other’s body

⭑ Whining that Cassian’s cock won’t fit inside you, and Nesta moves behind you, letting you rest on your bare chest while she massages your clit. She cooes that it’s fine, you’ll get used to him

⭑ Cassian taking you up for a fly and cockwarming while you’re in the air

⭑ You definitely have a Mummy and Daddy kink and they are more than happy to play those kinks out for you

⭑ Cassian would definitely be up for pegging

⭑ Both of them eat ass

⭑ Nesta is well-groomed, as is Cassian. But they wouldn’t care about your ... hair.

⭑ In time, Azriel might be open to having a foursome.

⭑ You guys have all the time in the world ... anything is possible ...

⭑ Cassian and yourself are obsessed with Nesta’s tits and will sit on either side of her and play with her nipples

⭑ Nesta reading her smutty books out loud and Cassian and you act them out.

⭑ Cassian cumming inside of you and Nesta eating it out of you

#nessian #acotar #headcanons #acotar headcanons #nesta archeron headcanons #cassian headcanons #nessian headcanons #a court of thorns and roses #a court of thorns and roses fancast #a court of silver flames #a court of frost and starlight #a court of wings and ruin #witchthewriter #dating would include #would include

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parent trap pt.3 —mason mount

still no mason yet sorry guys! i hope you like this!

football.

what a fun sport.

for hallie and annie football as something both of them excelled at, hallie having learnt how to play due to her father and for annie, it just came naturally, though her mother wasn’t the biggest fan of annie being a such a pro.

so as the activities began in camp walden,competitions arose, hallie easily taking the crown scoring goal after goal. many kids had come to try and dethrone the reigning champion but no one came close.

slowly, as the competition dwindled down, annie and her friends walked towards one of the stations they had yet to participate in, football.

“may i have a go?” annie asked, hoping the counsellor would say yes.

“well sure kid, but i wish you the best of luck, this chic sure is good” the women replied, ready to another victory from hallie.

annie walked onto the pitch, watching as the girl in front of her dribbled the ball from foot to foot.

“right girls, i want a nice clean play from the both of you,okay?” the lady from before said, tossing the ball up once both of the girls had nodded.

the competition was tight, both girls putting in all the effort and pushing themselves (and each other), though in the end annie came out victorious much to the shock of everyone else.

“that was a good game” annie said putting her hand out for hallie to shake though hallie didn’t shake back.

“yeah, it really was….” hallie paused, staring at the person ahead of her.

she had to admit she did look like annie but she shook it off anyway, still annoyed at the fact someone had beaten her, how could she?

so hallie called for war.

cabin 19 vs cabin 10.

hallie struck first forcing annie to jump into the lake naked and then run back to the cabins naked after taking her clothes. annie, in retaliation stuck all of cabin 19’s furniture to the roof shocking hallie and her campmates.

so as the children of cabin 10 settled down for sleep, cabin 19 got ready to end the war once and for all.

bottles of honey, squirted all over the girls pillow and clothes, whipped cream in their hair, feathers on fans waiting for them to be turned on and to top it off, a balloon filled with even more honey.

everything was perfect.

“can’t wait to see the looks on their faces” snickered hallie as her and friends trotted back to their cabins, excited to see how tomorrow would play out.

cabin 10 woke up to chaos, honey in their hair and the string that made it impossible to leave, it was a living hell.

cabin 19 had never seen something so hilarious in their lives. seeing their enemies struggle to get out of their beds with slipping, or seeing the girls crying about their hair, it was simply hilarious.

“oh no” said one of hallie’s campmates, pointing towards the two women marching towards cabin 10, clipboards in hand.

“good morning girls! mind stepping aside for a moment so we can step in and have a cabin inspection.” said the taller women voice chirpy.

“oh, i think they might me asleep” hallie replied, voice full of panic.

annie hearing the ruckus outside, slowly manoeuvred herself past the honey towards the window, peering outside.

“oh good morning everyone! why hallie i think you should step aside and let them in!” annie said

“yes i agree step aside hallie” replied the shorter women, slightly pushing hallie’s body aside and opening the door.

“oh no no no-”

but it was too late.

the women had become the victim of the prank war, the bucket of honey falling onto her causing her hands to fly out and try to grip onto anything, which in her case was the string that caused the fans with feathers to start, slowly falling and sticking onto the women, making the women have the appearance of a chicken.

“girls!”,the shorter women shouted, “you’re going to isolation!”

the next morning, the whole camp marched down to where the two girls would be staying for the rest of camp.

“have fun!” someone said sarcastically as the doors of their cabin closed.

pulling the items out of her bag, hallie offered annie her favourite thing ever : m&m’s.

“would you like some?” hallie asked.

“i love m&m’s, my mum hated them, but i love them, live for them even.”

“that’s mine and my dads favourite thing ever! though he can’t have them that much cause of his job”

so there they sat, eating away at their snacks, as they listened to the rain thundering against the windows.

but then suddenly, the wind thrashed against the window, pulling it open and causing annie’s photos to fly around the room.

as annie rushed to grab her photos hallie shut the window.

“sorry about that” hallie said, feeling guilt.

“it’s okay, they weren’t even my best photos, they’re in my suitcase thank, wait oh my goodness mooey!”annie said going from relieved to panicked as she saw her plush that sat wet and alone.

“well i’m sure he’ll be okay,” hallie replied “it looks like he’s been through a lot, i’m sure he’ll make it”

“yeah i guess, it’s just, it’s one of the only things i have left of my dad” her voice said sadly.

“at least you have something, my mom left me nothing,” hallie replied, her voice somber. “well actually, i have half of a photograph that she’s in”

“ i understand, i have half of a photo with my dad as well” annie nodded, pausing as she thought “hallie, when were you born?”

“october 3rd why?”

“that’s my birthday too and now hallie i don’t think this is some coincidence, we look alike, we have the same birthday and we both have half a photo of our parents that we’ve never met!”

“and what about it?”

“we’re sisters hallie!”

“show me your half of the photo annie, we can really put it to the test” hallie said, putting her half of the photo out.

annie ran to her suitcase, putting out her side of the photo out and pushing the peices together, forming a perfect picture.

“we are sisters”

#mason mount angst #mason mount blurb #parent trap au #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount #mason mount fluff

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imcutebutimdepressed · 3 months

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Nancy’s Twin (Stranger things Fanfic)

Description: Mickey Wheeler. The youngest twin of Nancy for 20 minutes. Just because they're twins, doesn't mean anything to Mickey. Nancy is pretty and popular. Mickey is decent and the "Do not **** with me" gal plus a total geek like her baby brother Mike who cannot beat her in arcades. Of course she loves her little brother Mike, which is why she's involve in this situation.

Warning: cursing and violence. If anything else let me know.

ENJOY. Let me know if there's errors or punctuation errors.

Author: Here’s Chapter 1 :3

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Chapter one: The Start of it All

November 6, 1983, Hawkins, Indiana.

Years past since the Jaws movie for Mickey, and not once has she past the opportunity to watch more horror movies. During those years, she would give her Dad a chance to watch horror movies as long as she takes her the times he goes during when he's done from work. Of course he said no that she's too young to watch them, but a little deal was made with a 8 year old girl and her 37 year old Dad.

"Daddy if you let me watch the horror movies you go to with addition of snacks, I won't tell mom you went to see Jaws." Mickey keeping the professional stance with her notebook hugged to her chest.

"How do I know she'll believe you honey?" Ted was just ready to leave the house.

"I can recite the entire movie to her step by step."

"Ok I can take you, but no snacks."

"Did I mention that I know you're the one that took Mom's 20$ that she was gonna use for our candy bags on Christmas to buy yourself a 10 pack of beer?"

That's how the deal started. Every certain days, Ted would use his breaks during his work to pick up Mickey from school and go see movies.

Movies like Deep Red, Race with the Devil, Rocky horror picture show, legend of the werewolf, terror of Frankenstein, Jaws 2, don't hang up, and assault! Jack the Ripper.

Her favorites started listing like crazy.

Carrie, King Kong, The clown Murders, Halloween (she's really into Micheal Myers), Alien, Tourist Trap (It did scare her a little), Dracula, Friday the 13th, The shining, Evil Dead, Poltergeist, and Creep-show.

Of course she still watched other movies like Rocky, Freak Friday, Star Wars, The rescuers, Pete's Dragon, Cinderella, Grease , Lord of the rings, Battle star Galactica, Star Trek, Muppet Movie, Lupin III, Indiana Jones, Annie, The dark crystal and Pop eye.

You can say she found ways to watch movies almost every day. She would save up her money from the amount of toy cars she sells to kids in her school including secretly selling money worth of candies from Halloween to buy herself movie tapes to rewatch.

Until the years gone by and she just stopped the deal with her Dad. Ted didn't know why, but she just acted quiet for almost a whole year. He didn't make it a big deal and decided to just let it be.

Mickey stopped having physical touches with her family after she was 10. No hugs, no shoulder pats, no surprises, no grabbing her face to kiss it. No touching.

On her 11th birthday, Ted gave her a cassette tape player that she can hear music in. Of course Nancy just wanted new dolls and dresses, but all Mickey wanted was the opposite. She would never want to wear a dress again.

Now 8 years of complete hell was coming and going for Mickey. In her room listening to The Poppy Family as she reads a spider man comic while laying on her bed wearing a graffiti t shirt.

"I can't help crying"

Honestly, Mickey can relate to that one sentence.

"You are my whole , babe"

"My heart and soul, babe"

Distracted from the song, she just tosses the comic to the floor and keeps listening to the song instead. Even at the age of 16, she's curious to how people find such a perfect partner. After watching The Goodbye Girl, Mickey never really sees herself falling in love with a man. Of course she got a huge crush on certain guys from movies, but in an actual relationship, hell no.

After everything that's happened in those 8 years, Mickey would never in her life settle with the boys in Hawkins.

A slight open of her door snaps her back to reality. She removes her headphones and lifts her self up to see it's Dustin, one of her brother's friends.

"You need something Dustin?"

"Actually I wanted to ask if you wanted this last slice of pizza? It's sausage and pepperoni." He says with his adorable childlike smile.

Mickey gets off her head and walks to him. Looking down at the pizza, it's pretty good to eat, so she takes it and thanks him.

"For this free pizza, I shall honor you one of the great trades of them all good sir."

Dustin is already excited.

"What would that trade shall be, oh Lady of the Village Halla?"

Mickey goes to a box under her bed, takes something out of it, and gives it to him.

"8 dollars in cash." She said with a smile.

"Holy shit!! You serious?!"

"It's also a thank you for buying me some big league gum and skittles. Spend wisely my freind."

He smiles and starts to leave, while she goes to eat the pizza, which is pretty good for a free slice.

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"There's something wrong with your sister."

Mike looks at Dustin with confusion. When it comes to having two sisters, it's a little hard to know which one any person is talking about depending how you describe them. Mickey and Nancy always have something wrong with them, but simple things.

Like when Dustin asked what's wrong with Mickey of why she allows her brother and his friends hug her but not anyone else, or the time when he asked what's wrong with Nancy with why her and Mickey don't get along.

"What are you taking about?" Mike asked.

"Nancy has a stick up her butt."

Now he knows which sister he's talking about.

Lucas adds, " Yeah. It's because she's been dating that douchebag, Steve Harrington." While preparing to ride his bike back home.

"She's turning into a real jerk Mike." Dustin getting on his bike.

"She's always been a real jerk." Mike clarifies.

Dustin disagrees. "She used to be cool. Remember when she dressed up as an elf for our Elder Tree campaign."

"That was four years ago!!"

"Just sayin!!" Before he could leave, he turns to Mike.

"If there was a chance I can date your sister, can I date her?"

Mike raises his brow with a "wtf" look.

"Which one?"

"Obviously the badass one. Mickey."

"Oh my god no Dustin, I mean she is a badass but I'm not allowing you to date her."

"She likes me!!"

"As a brother, and you're too young for her plus it's a Hell no!!"

"4 years Mike!! 4 years!!"

"You can't blame him Mike." Lucas says with a side smile.

"Bye!!"

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"Nancy don't even lie about stealing my damn lip balm, either give it back or I'm taking one of your pants as my own."

Nancy holds Barbara on the phone again and looks at her with an impatient look on her face.

"Why do even have one? You hate makeup."

Mickey raises her brow.

"For your information, the lip balm keeps my hot blood lips from drying like a mummy while makeup is just an enhancement for certain girls to wear to impress their target."

"Their target?"

"Yeah. Boys, boys with bikes, boys with cool cars, boys with CuTe hair, boys that are nice, and boys who you just feel In LoVe."

Mickey mocking the words "cute" and "love".

"Is this about me dating Steve? He's nice and is really cute, and his hair is cute too. Sounds like someone is just jealous that I have a boyfriend."

Mickey just laughs.

"HAH!! First of all I was just telling you to give me back my lip balm, and second of all, I don't see any reason to be jealous over a guy that probably doesn't even use actual hairspray for his hair."

She looks around for the lip balm until she sees it on a table close to the door. As she grabs it, she looks back to Nancy.

"Does Mom and Dad even know you have a boyfriend?"

Nancy eyes widen a bit, which means to Mickey that it's a no. Why is she not surprised? Nancy tries to counter a comeback.

"Do they even know you have a monster truck without their knowledge?" She smiles.

"I'm making money out of that badass truck, thank you so much for reminding me." As she leaves, she hears Nancy mutter "druggie" before she continues on the phone with her freind. As Mickey closes the door, she mutters "Princess" before she opens her door and closes it to lay back down on her bed.

It is getting late so she'll have to sleep. That means she'll have to wish graduation comes quick. She changes into a simple oversize Christine movie shirt and heads to bed.

"Please just for once let tomorrow be okay." She whispers before closing her eyes. The entire room only lighten by a nightlight of a candle that makes the whole room smell like roses.

Let tomorrow be okay? If only Mickey Wheeler knew.

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Hope y’all love it!!! I’m copying and pasting these chapters to tumblr since they’re from my WattPad story originally. How do you guys like Mickey? Is she likeable? Just asking!! I'll be sure to post Chapter 2

Also the song used is called Which way you going Billy by The Poppy Family

#stranger things x oc #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things OC #writing posts #my writing #Mickey Wheeler #Nancy Wheeler #Mike wheeler #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #will byers #ted wheeler #karen wheeler #Hawkins

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ystrike1 · 2 years

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Salvation - By Dojin (8.5/10)

This one looks shallow, but then everything twists. I didn't see the finale twist coming. I didn't expect the dragon everybody worships to be a stone cold killer. Everything that looks sweet in this world really isn't. Our protagonist is trapped inside a prison of honey sweet lies, and everybody around him has to keep lying, or they will be killed.

Minhu is an average guy from Korea. His family is broken. After his parents divorced neither of them wanted to raise him. He's a fairly self sufficient guy who has had a hard life. One day he wakes up in a fantasy world. It's beautiful. His personal maid brings him bejeweled robes to wear. The Emperor wants to marry him, and he is the legendary Lunari. A person blessed by the moon who can end the plague that is ravenging the land.

The first plot twist of many is good, and it happens early. It feels like a warning. A hint that this is going to be darker than it looks. Emperor Sioen admits that the Lunari isn't a real thing. The holy church in this world is mega corrupt. Minhu is not the only "Lunari". Priests have been using levitation spells to throw women into the holy lake. Those women were presented to the Emperor as the savior. He did not accept them. He killed them. He didn't kill Minhu because he fell in love at first sight.

Emperor Sioen is connected to the Golden Dragon. It's a ridiculously powerful beast with a human form (it looks just like him with straight hair). It thinks Minhu is it's mate. I'm not sure if the two men are going to share Minhu or fight, but they're basically the same being. The Emperor blessed by this Golden Dragon has unstoppable power. Sioen's entire life has revolved around violence. He used his dragon magic to bring glory to the nation, but he is also a ruthless killer. All of his servants fear him, but they smile for him, and they tell Minhu that they will be a happy couple.

They have to be.

Quick reminder.

Their relationship is entirely based around a lie. Sioen said Minhu had to stay because of the plauge, but the Lunari prophecy is totally made up. Sioen tried to make Minhu feel guilty so he would stay, but the plauge isn't something that can be fixed by a random dude from the sky. The Emperor doesn't care about the plague at all. He only cares about Minhu and making his enemies submit.

This is Lalo. I need you to remember her. She is the most important side character. Ignore everybody else. Everybody else is on the Emperor's side. Lalo was Minhu's only friend. She's a captive princess. Her country is currently fighting with the Emperor, and obviously they are losing. Minhu really gets attached to her. He negotiates with Sioen for her. The Emperor agrees to end the war and send her home at his request. Lalo was a really nice girl. She told Minhu the harsh truths he needed to hear. There is a harem in the palace. When Minhu rejected the Emperor in the beginning he went into the harem and killed a girl in a fit of rage. Before Minhu came Emperor Sioen would go to the harem to fuck women and kill them. It all depended on his mood. Lalo is a child, so she wasn't on the list of bedding candidates. She was spared, but she had to watch her roomates doll themselves up to go die. Also, Sioen has a son. He dated a female priestess before Minhu, and she stole his sperm to have his child and unseat him, because he is insane and he deserved to be dethroned. Sioen killed her entire family. Only his son (who he ignores) is still alive.

Lalo dies off screen. Most of the country still believes the bogus Lunari prophecy, so Minhu tries to help out. He does paperwork. He learns how to read and write. He actually is helping the country a great deal. Sioen doesn't wander around slaughtering people anymore. He spends his time in the palace flirting with Minhu instead. All of Sioens ministers desperately want Minhu to stay with the Emperor and fall in love. They're politicians who believe that one small sacrifice for the greater good is the right choice. So, they willingly take away Minhu's freedom and watch him like hawks. They are kind to him. They like him, but they aren't willing to let him go.

Minhu escapes. The priests get him and yeah...the fake Lunari prophecy gets more fucked up. The priests think they will become immortal if they drink Lunari blood. They cut Minhu open after they drug him, and then he has permanent scars for the rest of the story. Minhu hides in a kind village where he teaches kids how to read for a while. The Emperor and people with magic live in opulence, but regular people aren't even literate. Once again. Emperor Sioen could not give less of a fuck about them. His crown is uncontested because of his connection to the Golden Dragon.

Sioen finds Minhu and he immediately drugs him. He doesn't care if Minhu's mind is permanently damaged. He doesn't want him to run away anymore. Minhu has to take sleeping pills to free himself. After the Emperor sees that Minhu could be killed by a drug overdose he stops, and he starts pretending to be kind again. Minhu tries to escape back to Korea, but nobody will really help him. Even his allies don't actually want him to leave. They give him half promises and the Emperor immediately finds out anyway.

Things are about to get weird. The country celebrates the Golden Dragons heat cycle. All of the nobles get together, take drugs and they have an orgy. Sioen usually participates, but he has Minhu so they kiss instead. Let me make this clear. Minhu isn't stupid. The Emperor has been gaslighting him from day one. The Emperor always whines about how hard his life is, because everybody wants to use him for his power. Minhu pities him a little bit, and the Emperor uses that pity to get into his pants. They're "in love" after thirty chapters of extremely deliberate gaslighting. Minhu also saves the Crown Prince from a troll, but Sioen doesn't give a shit about his son. Doesn't even go see him. He only tends to Minhu's wounds afterwards.

Minhu admits he has a crush on the Emperor. It's almost kind of cute for a second but then there's a flashback. The Emperor soul bonded with Minhu as soon as he landed, without permission, while the other man was unconscious. The Emperor is a complete liar who has done nothing but lie since day one. Minhu never had a choice from the start. He can never go home.

Also.

The Golden Dragon slaughters people when it wants to make a nest for its mate. A bunch of people die at the orgy ball because of that. Minhu freaks out and starts relying on Sioen more, because he doesn't trust the Golden Dragon. He doesn't know that they're basically the same.

Also.

Regular people think dragons are benevolent vegetarians. In reality dragons are sociopathic nut jobs that choose one human to love. Then that human goes mad with fear when the dragon reveals its true self.

I'm sure season 2 will be equally fucked up.

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What if reader is older than Steve, like...10 years maybe(?) She could see his shyness, ambitious and gentle when they first meet. She never thot Steve would fell for her because of their age gap and she's insecure about herself...

Or the soft dark one...

Goddess!reader could cure Steve's illness and let him could join the military, but the price is he need to remain his virgin.

And if he break the rules...

what kind of "punishment" you think reader would do to him?😌😌💖💖💖

oh. my. god.

thots. n;dsdfieronviriv. THOTS. ndviniusniuelrhbvoer. THOTS. nzkdvuheiunruvps;dn;irfiunrfu.

Holy shit, bae. Here I am, minding my own business, writing some angst and romance, and you hit me with this glory. Gurl, WAT???

Super-Human Resources (Posted separately. Here, enjoy this cool 1k of softdark!smut from a gn!god!reader)

Warnings for zero editing, not overly-explicit filth, marginally subby!steve/bratty!steve, extreme orgasm denial, and FYI, I'm still going to hell.

Beg For My Mercy

He was so desperate that he didn’t think it through. The trade seemed so simple: health for sex. If he were strong, all these weakening maladies stripped away, he could help win a war. He could save so many lives. How could that possibly be only as valuable as forgoing sex? Why should Steve Rogers care about sex? He’s never cared about it before. The trade is genuinely too good to be true. It’s so easy, and he takes it.

And he gets everything he wants. He’s strong. He wins wars. He saves people—unfathomable numbers of people—and then it gets…complicated.

Steve gets attention. He gets accolades and commendations, awards and offers, including some other offers. They’re so easy to brush off at first. After decades, it gets a lot harder. He finds someone attractive, and then he has to stunt the relationship before anything escalates. Since he can’t explain why, they always distance from Steve afterward. He doesn’t blame them. He is starting to crack.

Steve skirts the edges of the rules. He tries to get away with as much as possible that doesn’t count as losing his virginity, which is a surprising amount actually, and that also works for quite a while. He’s just not satisfied. It feels too good to rub his aching cock along that precipice of danger, and he can’t resist.

And then he sees you.

No one else can see you smirking at him standing naked and sweaty above his temptation. His eyes are alight with fear and bone-crushing desire.

“There’s a price if you do this, Stevie,” you say, sweet like honey, thick like the honey can drown him.

He thinks, but Steve thinks with the wrong head and sinks into a tight and overwhelming heat. Fuck, how did he live so long without this?!

So he’s satisfied for a while that night. His partner gets taken care of, coming multiple times, and…Steve doesn’t. He can’t. Eventually, he has to make some excuse to get his date to leave because his dick hurts. He's still rock hard and dying to come.

He can still see you, the entity lurking in shadowy corners, that smirk still on your face, and so he thinks he understands. He can find the loophole.

Up until now, he could masturbate all he wanted; it’s not penetrative sex, so it should work. He takes himself in hand and tries everything that feels good. He can’t get there. His balls are so full and swollen that he’s crying. His skin is raw when he finally lets go. Steve's so tormented by this pressure cooker of need unable to explode inside him that he growls and pummels the pillows and mattress beneath him.

“Please,” he screams, burying his blotchy red face in the sheets. “Please HELP ME.”

The squeaking bed springs snap under his strong punches, and he crashes to the ground, desperately yelling for release until his words are incoherent.

You step forward, eyes softer with sympathy, and Steve looks hopeful, so hopeful for your aid.

“Are you ill, dear?” Your coo rips a whimper from his throat and a tear from his eye.

He can’t even touch his shaft anymore, so Steve clamps a death grip on his inner thigh and prays the pain shifts him beyond the horny wretch he’s become.

“It hurts,” he gasps. “Please.”

“But you didn’t keep your promise. You cannot follow directions, Steve Rogers. Why should I help you?”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I needed—“ he cuts himself off in a moan when he watches your eyes drop down to his lap and stay there “—I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he repeats in whispers.

You get closer and closer with each pathetic hiss of apology. The flush of pain and denied pleasure rages hot under the skin of his entire body, but this is what you wanted all along. You’ve been patient. Now he’s right where you want him.

“Are you going to do what I say?”

“Yes,” Steve groans, low and hungry.

“Do you promise?”

“Yes—oooh god.”

You lean down to his ear, knowing only he can feel the featherlight wisps of your touch along his arm. His heart stops in anticipation.

“Come.”

He’s fucked in mind, body, and spirit instantly, spurting into the air as if gravity’s gone from around him. It hurts in the most euphoric way. He can’t handle the ecstasy and devastation colliding at once. Steve finishes untouched and collapses to the broken bed. He grabs the sheets surrounding him and bites down because it’s not stopping. He’s wrung dry for what feels like hours, all the while feeling nothing but the cool air of the room around him. From the grey edges of his vision, he nearly passes out, his throat hoarse from shrieking out with each tensed pulse of orgasm. It’s the best worst experience, and he won’t recover from it in his long, long lifetime.

His heaving breaths slow as you continue to watch him, hovering above his glorious body, enjoying the wreckage to full effect. Once he’s composed enough to unhide his face, eyes still unfocused and glassy, you drag a gentle hand down his chest, and he shivers violently.

It’s finally time to tell Steve what he’s sold his soul for, what he owes you in return for this kindness, what the price for your pity is.

“You will never come again without my permission.” Your soothing, sweet tone rakes dangerously over his spent body. “Never. Not once. I will be here every time, and you, Stevie, will have to beg for my mercy.”

and whoops, I completely forgot to say thank you for the love! 🥺💚🥰 You're too kind to me, bebe.

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