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Ron Speirs x Nurse Reader

Summary: During wartime some stories were created to scare and keep the soldiers on the line, but some other ones were slowly written to have a happy ending, just like fairy tales.

A/N: This was based on a prompt kindly sent to me by a lovely anon who wanted something with Ron x Nurse Reader and since then I was so OBSESSED with this idea so I had to try something. So dear anon if you are reding this I hope you like it, I had to change it a little bit because I'm truly awful with requests, hope you don't mind. Also this was slighthly based on the Rolling Stones song, because it so Ron coded and apparently I can't write anything not related to music? So here we go!

The first time you saw him was one week after D-Day, everybody was still scared and lost, many people went missing so naturally the first place the men went looking for their friends was the Aid Station. It was completely madness, you couldn’t take a pause to catch your breath even when your feet hurt, even when you couldn’t tell what time it was, when your stomach made loud noises, you pushed through pain, tears and tiredness.

During one of your shifts you were attending to a private who was hit in the head by shrapnel after a potato masher exploded close to him. He was bleeding heavily since he arrived so you had to change the bandage from time to time. The Aid Station was always a noisy place with some people screaming in agony, others nurses and doctors were giving orders trying to save someone else and a few lucky ones were just chatting to pass the time. But in that afternoon it went quiet as if some spell was cast and suddenly the world was frozen, you could see heads following the footsteps of this soldier who walked in.

He slowly walked in your direction, you couldn’t see his features until he was at the other side of the stretcher of the man you were aiding. At first he didn’t say a word as he was looking at the other soldier, as if studying the damage that was done by the germans. He took a deep breath and finally asked quietly, “Is he gonna make it?” and looked at you with those big dark green eyes to which you couldn’t lie, so you honestly said “I don’t know”, he only shook his head giving you one sad look before turning into his heels and heading out.

You were awfully quiet that evening trying to eat some bread while the other girls were chatting. You tried your best but your long-suffering patient didn’t make it and yet you could only think about those sad green eyes. Some weeks went by, people would come and go but your thoughts would often drift aways to this face you couldn’t even put a name to.

The second time you saw him was even less fortunate than the first one, this time he came in angrily shouting that he didn’t needed any help and assistance, but anyone would notice that he was limping and there was even blood on his uniform coming from his leg, his hands also were bleeding.

Poor Jane, your friend was the closest nurse available, you only watched from a distance as she was addressing his wounds. At first he was reluctant but then finally gave in and let the woman quickly put some bandages on it, she only asked a couple of questions, filled a piece of paper and gave it to the man. Just as he went in he was suddenly gone, as he was heading out he saw you and nodded with his head before putting back his cap.

Dinner was always gossip time and that night you made sure to sit near Jane to get some food but also try to get some information.

“So who was that guy who came in earlier making a scene?”

“Are you kidding Y/N? That is Lieutenant Speirs, he is the one everybody keeps talking about, he killed 15 german POW or something on D-Day” Linda said, swinging her spoon

dramatically.

“I heard it was more like 20 guys, he even offered some cigarettes before shooting them” the other nurse called Grace.

“And do you believe those stories?” you asked them not even daring to take your eyes off your food. This couldn’t be true right?

“I don’t know Y/N, I heard it from one of my guys the other day, he was telling his friend that they sergeant saw it” Grace told you two before changing the subject to talk about some soldier named Talbert that they both find so cute.

Lieutenant Speirs so that’s him, after that day you were always looking for his name in the morning reports at the Aid Station, you heart almost skipping a beat at the letter S but you never saw his name. You never forgot his name nor his eyes or his dark hair.

From time to time you would see him with a cigarette on his lips from one side to the other, he was always followed by strange looks and a couple of whispers, his bad reputation was growing as time passed by, some stories were clearly too absurd to be true, others were creepier to say the least.

Third time's the charm right? Bastogne was a real nightmare, you had to move to the front line due to the heavy losses of people who had basic medical training, the supplies were short and the was was getting brutal, specially due to that fucking cold. One night you were trying to get some warm soup in the foxhole you shared with Eugene, you both couldn’t feel your fingertips as if they seemed to be frozen so you decided to try and warm your hands while eating something.

“Y/L/N” came from a hard and harsh voice from behind, you were caught by surprise as you jumped from the scare “Y/L/N did I get your name right?”

“Yes sir!” you quickly said

“Pleased to meet you, I guess you know who I am. What are you and Roe doing here? It’s not safe enough you should stay aways from the line” he said as you both nodded quickly taking your belongings and starting to move, he kept watching you and offered his hand to pull you from the foxhole to which you said a shy “thank you”, his hands were strong and warm and you had to fight the urge to ask him how he could keep them so warm in the frozen temperature, but you didn’t said a word.

Holding a gun in his hand he slowly and carefully escorted you through the white snow. Eugene was following you two but suddenly John Toye called for his help with something else. Speirs even helped you to settle in the new foxhole, putting some twigs and sticks to reinforce the cover. He then wished you goodnight before disappearing again. The man walked like a shadow between the lines, you took your time to thank the guy from above that he was at your side in this war, you wouldn’t be able to sleep if you thought that he was the enemy.

Just a couple of days later the only thing the men would talk about was how the now Captain Speirs ran through the streets of Foy to link up with I Company after he released Foxhole Dike from his position and how bravely and fearlessly led Easy. The guys were so happy to have a good leader again, you were happier too because it meant now they were saffer.

The fourth time he was shot in his butt during one of your night shifts back at the Aid Station, he was soaking wet, pale and so tired that he didn’t have the energy to be stubborn. You asked what happened and Sergeant Lipton said he was hit while going across the river into the germans territory to get some information on the germans. You promptly gave him some medicine and started to take care of his wound as fast as you could.

It was strange but you kept your cool and gave your best to stay calm and do your job as if he was just another guy. Except he wasn’t, after the bullet was removed he let out a big sigh of relief and as the medicine was starting to kick in he slowly falled asleep in a feverish state.. You couldn’t help yourself and stare at the man you’ve been thinking about for so long, you stayed by his side trying to quietly read a book but your eyes would move away from it and watch how his eyelashes peacefully rested, how soft his facial expression was and how his now slightly wet hair was falling in his forehead.

You reached your hand to it with the excuse to feel his temperature, he was burning hot and as you were taking a wet piece of cloth to use it to cool him off a bit he opened those same green eyes you’ve been thinking about.

“Am I gonna make it?” he said with a weak voice and caught your hand in his

“Yes” you said, but this time you were 100% sure and when you realized you were smiling at him, he gave you a cute smile back before closing his eyes and falling asleep again. He was certainly a handsome man but on that night you could swear he looked like one of those princes from fairy tales your mom would tell you at bedtime. You couldn’t help but think how he could be soft and yet so stern, so scary but also so gentle and caring, you felt sympathy for the Devil after all.

The next day he was feeling so much better and tried to get away as quickly as possible but you preferred to stay cautious and ordered him to stay a bit longer, which he couldn’t refuse and finally gave in. After some minutes of awkward silence he started to small talk asking where you are from, if you had any siblings back home and even if you had a boyfriend. You tried your best to keep talking just to keep him with you a bit longer but your peace was interrupted when a couple of soldiers came by heavily wounded and you were required to take care of them.

When you finally came back he was gone, he only left a note apologizing for leaving without a proper goodbye but promised he would somehow make it up to you later.

Of course he did it as soon as you set foot at Berchtersgarden, there the mood was totally different, especially after the german army officially surrendered. He took you out to enjoy some coffee at this beautiful place with an incredible view of the mountains, even through you thought that the view of the captain in front of you was even better.

You were so happy with everything that you couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear and as you reached from his hand across the table, he didn't moved it and intertwined your fingers, then gave you a sincere and beautiful smile, you felt butterflies all over your stomach because you felt more than just sympathy for the Devil.

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starphasedd · 1 year

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Egon

(Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader)

Rating: 18 + for violence and explicit smut.

Synopsis: A small confession leads to something completely unexpected.

Notes: As promised!! I'm super proud of this guys! I think I captured Simon quite nicely. I am new to the fandom, and still reading lore. Feel free to correct me on anything you see wrong. Egon is actually the codename for my OC Ema 'Egon' Swann. This fic started with her, but as to not be selfish, I made it more inclusive by changing it to the reader perspective! I hope you enjoy!!

Word count: 8k+

AO3

Egon.

German, by nature. Meaning "strong with the wind"

That was the nickname the men of task force 141 gave you.

They had many reasons for this name. You were fast–agile on your feet. Small and clean. It was hard for any enemy to catch you, or even see you coming. You were strong too, for a woman of your size. You could easily take down a man twice your size with the techniques you studied and used over the years. But their main reason for giving you this nickname was for your sharpshooter skills. No matter the conditions, you always made your shot. Rain, thunder, wind. You never missed. No outlying factor kept you from doing your job.

That's what gained you the respect of task force 141.

You've known these men for a while, having been asked to join the team just over two years ago. In that time, you got to learn the boys well. All of them respected you and treated you as their equal–something you worked so hard for. Being a woman in this field of work is challenging, even for some of the strongest ladies you know. That didn't stop you from doing your job–which impressed Price when he worked with you on a mission before he asked you to join the team.

It was a mission in New York City, where you were a part of the NYPD task force. The lead was mafia related and Price's team was called in to assist. Your captain at the time knew it was a risky job, and he needed devoted and dangerous men to help him take their leader down. You along with a couple of your own comrades fought side-by-side task force 141 and pushed through a successful mission.

Everything after that is history. You left with Price and his team, never looking back.

These men are your family now, and you love every single one of them in your own way. Price and Gaz keep to themselves most of the time– Soap is the one you'd definitely call 'brother'. You and him have the best dynamic. He's goofy and chill, and you adore that about him. Inherently with him comes his Lieutenant, Ghost. A man you haven't really been able to get a read on since you met him those couple years ago. Yes, of course, it's mainly to do with the fact that he wears that damn mask twenty-four-seven. But he also isn't the most personable guy. He speaks when he needs to, and fights when he has to--but he hasn't really gone out of his way to get to know you–even though you and Soap are practically attached at the hip.

Being close to Soap means he typically picks you to go along with him and Ghost on missions. Which you don't mind. When the three of you get split up, the commlink keeps you all close, figuratively.

One of the things you and Soap bonded over was your mutual adoration of music. You didn't have the best childhood, and music was your escape. It appeared Soap used music to his comfort as well. So, when you're on missions but split apart, Soap keeps in your ear either spatting off random lyrics of songs, or requesting you sing to him. Much to Ghost's dismay–who has to listen to you two banter about why you don't like country music, or why Soap can remember so many random lyrics. Ghost keeps quiet, and you wonder if you get on his nerves. He's the type of guy to speak his mind and the fact that he hasn't said anything yet suggests he may…be okay with it? Who knows with that man.

Ghost keeps close, but far away at the same time. He treated you like an equal, and always made sure he had your six. The same thing goes for you. Granted, the giant, pure muscle of a man never really needed your help. You were always there for him. Over time, he seemed to soften on you. He would use your real name on occasion. He got worried sometimes when you didn't answer his comms right away and would scold you once you were all back together.

'Fuck woman, answer the bloody comms when your superior asks for your status.' He would gruff in that deep British baritone.

You would never admit it, but something about that man set your body on fire. His size, his voice, his attitude. Fuck, his attitude alone. He exudes confidence and experience without being cocky. There's nothing quite like a confident man–a man who knows what he wants and can take it whenever he wants….but doesn’t. He was always looming over your shoulder, watching you intently through the holes in his mask. Soap would comment on it every now and then, making fun of the Lieutenant for not being able to keep his eyes off you for a moment. You didn't think it was that serious–you convinced yourself he was just watching you for your own safety. As any good teammate would.

But then the subtle touches started. You would feel his large hand splaying over your lower back as he walked beside you up the copter ramp, almost as if he was guiding you. Of course it never happened if someone was around to see it—he made sure of it. But it would happen more frequently. They were genuine, and gentle touches. And completely innocent. Being a woman, you had an intuition for men's intentions–since you dealt with them your entire life. Ghost never set any alarms off. You always felt safe with him.

You trusted him with your life, and you hoped he felt the same about you.

He was cold and calculating—mysterious and quiet. Though he showed those small, intimate minstations to you and you alone, you tried not to think too much into it. Ridding yourself of the disappointment before it reared its ugly head. You often thought about what he looked like under that mask. You've seen his eyes countless times. They were brown like freshly ground coffee. He had blonde eyelashes that stuck out amongst the black paint he smeared right there. He had a strong, chiseled jawline. Sometimes you can see a few prominent veins through his mask when he tightens it. His neck is strong and thick, no doubt riddled with scars from his many years slaughtering men.

You imagined what his body looked like too. He's a big man, standing almost an entire foot taller than you. He had thick, broad shoulders and a puffy, muscular chest. Even when he wore one hundred pounds of gear, you could still see how fit he was. His waist was thin and strong, he had a certain swagger when he walked that always caught your eye. His forearms almost looked fat, they were so fucking thick with muscle. He was covered in huge protruding veins on both arms–they were even visible on the arm that was covered in tattoos. And his hands always made you blush. They were twice the size of yours, and you spent many occasions watching his big fingers work the trigger on his guns like a thread. He was nimble, and agile there.

You wondered what they would feel like–if they would grip your throat with delicacy or fierceness. If they would roam down your neck and swallow your breasts in a warm squeeze. If they would trail your curves all the way down to your ass and nead the soft, pillowy flesh there. If they would tease you–circling around that sensitive bundle of nerves until you were weeping for him. If they would pump you, fill and stretch you out until you were ready for his cock. Or would he even give you that decency and instead, take you unprepared in a hot, lustful frenzy?

It's all human nature, you suppose. It's natural for a woman to be sexually attracted to a protector like Ghost. It goes back thousands of years–it's all instinct. That's what you tell yourself after you cum on your hand thinking about your Lieutenant. When that wave of unfiltered shame and guilt rushes over you following your high.

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"Egon, how copy?" Comes that familiar gruffy voice.

You jump slightly, shuddering out of your thoughts as you neel against the abandoned brick building. Your rifle in your left hand, fingers tight on the trigger.

"Jesus, Lieutenant–awaiting target. No eyes yet." You grunt out, face heating up in embarrassment. He always knew when to catch you off guard.

"Eyes on the prize, sergeant. Stay focused."

You scoff, eyes rolling as you adjust your stance slightly. It's dark, the only light you have to use coming from old, orange colored lamps hanging from the buildings. To top that off, it's been raining all day so it's doubly hard to see far in the distance. Even with a scope.

"Easy for you to say, Lieutenant. I'm out here freezing my ass off and you're inside a nice warm building." You mumble into the mic.

"Punishment for not listening to your superior."

"Bite me." You retort.

No response. You grin. Any opportunity you get to fight back at the Lieutenant scolding you, you'll take.

A few minutes in silence go by as you wait patiently for your target to come into view. You have a black mask covering the bottom half of your face, leaving only your eyes and forehead exposed. A heavy leather hood covers your hair. Soft pelts of rain dropping keep you focused in the moment. Your tactical boots are worn and wet, holes from misuse letting water in to soak your socks. The harness tied around your waist and thighs is digging into your pants, which are rubbing and chafing your skin. Your back hurts from being on your feet all day, and your head is pounding. You usually get headaches when it rains. You are so fucking ready for this day to be over.

You stay steadfast nonetheless. Eyes focused on the door the target will be coming out of.

A few more minutes go by in silence when you hear the comm start to buzz, indicating someone was about to speak.

"Why can't orphans play baseball?"

You can't help the cheeky grin that creeps its way upon your face.

"Why?" You ask.

"They don't know where home is."

"Ghost," You say with a huff, attempting to hide the laugh trying to claw its way out of your throat. "Shut the fuck up."

"It's inappropriate to speak to your superior that way."

"Sorry, let me rephrase. Shut the fuck up, sir."

"Better."

You grin, holding the butt of your rifle up to your cheek in anticipation. Your finger reaches up and you adjust the scope. You close your left eye and squint your right as you look through the glass. You hadn't realized you never turned off your mic when Ghost crimes in again.

"Control your breathing, Sergeant. It'll help you focus better."

Your breath catches in your throat the moment is deep voice comes through the ear piece. Was the bastard really listening to you breath this whole time? Your tongue slides over your bottom lip, moistening the smooth skin there. You let a long breath come out before slowly breathing back in, reducing your heart rate. With your breath now cool and even, you sink back into the task at hand.

"Atta girl." Ghost whispers in that english accent, his voice sending a wave of chills down your spine.

Your chest pulls tight at his encouraging words, and if you hadn't been so focused on the door in front of you, you may have retorted something flirty back. But just as you were about the touch the communicator, the door in your sights swings open. You pause and hunch down impossibly lower as a tall man, accompanied by three other men stumble out of the building. You're so low now your chest could practically touch your boots. Your back is arched and steady, fingers itching to pull the trigger as you search for the man you have a description of.

The rain is starting to pick up now, thunder rocketing through the air as lightning snaps to the ground in the distance. Your breathing is steady and firm, flowing visible streams in front of your face as the chill in the air makes you shiver.

You're so focused on identifying the target in front of you that you don't hear the footsteps approach you from behind. They're quiet, trained and quick. You lock eyes on the target. A tall, skinny man. He has long, curly blonde hair that flows just past his shoulders. The identifying marker is a scar on the left side of his face. It's long–stretching from the bottom of his jaw all the way up and over his eye. It stops just above his eyebrow.

Rain is starting to smear over the scope lense, making it increasingly difficult to see the taget. After a moment, you lick your lips away, your pointer finger hones down on the trigger and starts to stretch it down. The man across the way reaches down for the door handle on the SVU next to him. You take one final breath in and hold, steady and true. Your finger pulls down, emitting a loud pop in your ear. It's quick, and the target immediately falls to the ground. Not a word, not a sound. Silence as his body hits the cold, wet concrete. The men around him start to panic and pull their guns out, rapidly stomping around in circles to try and spot where the bullet came from.

One turns in your direction. He doesn't see you, but starts running in your direction. You cock back and lift on your feet. You stand to almost your full height, knees slightly bent. You pull the trigger again. The second victim drops to the ground with a loud and painful grunt. At this point, you've given yourself away. Blood rushes through your ears as the two other men start sprinting in your direction. You slowly start to back up, cocking back yet again to let another bullet fly. Bullseye–a direct hit to another man's head. Your focus now remains on the last man standing who has gone into a hiding stance. You stand up fully and start to turn. When you do, you hear the sound of another rifle going off. Blood splatters across your face as a man–whom you had no idea was directly behind you–falls against the brick wall and his lifeless body slides down.

You gasp softly at the sight–having had absolutely no clue the man was behind you getting ready to attack. You look around quickly, trying to locate where the shot came from when Ghost's voice comes through the headset.

"Thought you knew better, sergeant."

Your breathing is heavy as you look up at the building across the street. On the fourth floor, Ghost moves forward to reveal himself through the window. The bone part of his mask almost lights up as he positions his rifle and shoots the last of the men on the street. He looks down at you as he lowers his rifle. His massive body towering in the window. His eyes lock with yours as your chest heaves up and down. The hood on your jacket has fallen now, and rain is starting to soak your hair. It sticks to your cheeks and neck. The water soaks your face.

"Were you watching me?" You ask, slight irritation in your tone.

"Had I not been, you'd be dead."

You scoff, clenching your jaw and rolling your tongue in your mouth as you keep eye contact with him.

"Get down here. Let's go."

Embarrassment was evident in your tone, but you couldn't hide that from Ghost. You couldn't hide anything from a man with his experience. So you gave in and let it out.

Ghost was down in your area within a minute or so, and he approached you slowly.

It was still raining as you and Ghost started walking towards the safe house. It was a small cottage on the outskirts of this shitty little town. Price said there was a shower, and that's all you could ask for. You walk silently next to your superior, who hasn't looked at or spoken to you since he came down from the building. You keep your eyes forward and alert as your heavy boots slush through the wet streets.

"Have you heard from Soap?" You ask softly.

"Affirmative. He's on the other side of the city with Price and Gaz. They're at the other safehouse." He responded in that deep tone.

He's safe. A gentle sigh of relief left your lips as you continued your walk to the safehouse.

The walk there stays silent. With Ghost keeping close to your rear, he almost hovers over you but he's slow. Which is unusual for him. On occasion, you could have sworn you could hear his breathing. It was loud and sounded labored. You raised your voice a little at one point to ask if he was alright and grunted back at you. Something seemed off.

After a couple hours carefully trekking through the nearly flooded city, you made it to the safe house. It was pitch black, away from any city lights to give you away. It was a small, one room cottage. When you opened the door, you cleared the room with your rifle. It wasn't perfect, but it was enough to house the two of you until the morning. There was a small, two person bed, a run-down kitchen and a small, detached bathroom with holes in the door. It was filthy, but you were thankful to be out of the rain. You noticed a small fireplace that seemed clean enough to use.

You turn to Ghost, who is towering behind you. "I'll start a fire. You should try and get a hold of Price and let him know we're okay."

The large man grunted, and turned slowly in the direction on the bed. You watched his feet almost drag the floor. And when he sat down on the edge of the bed, you noticed him trying to conceal the hand that was holding his side.

You watch him for a few moments before turning your attention to the fire. It was starting to get cold. Worry about Ghost later so the both of you don't freeze to death here. Gathering what little kindling and firewood you could find, you begin to light the fire. First you pile in some pieces of wood you found here and there, and then you line the tower with what kindling you could find. Reaching into your soaked chest pocket, you pulled out the lighter you hoped wasn't flooded. And by some miracle, it wasn't. You easily ignited a small fire in the run-down fireplace.

Turning around, you glance over to see Ghost still sitting with his hand on his side. His hulking figure dips the mattress by a good bit.

"Fucking awful communicators." He grunts out before he rips the mic off his head.

"Not able to get a hold of Price, huh?" You say with a soft smile.

He shakes his head slowly. A grunt being his only response, again.

You stand from where you sit, starting to pull your weapons and gear off. Your weapons come first. You gently set the rifle up against the wall, and place your handguns beside them. Knives get stuck in a pile next to the handguns. You reach around to unstrap your vest, pulling it off your shoulders. It drops to the floor with a thud, which grabs Ghost's attention. Once your vest is off, you move to take your harness off. Ghost watches you through half lidded eyes. You prop one leg up on a grate for better access to the straps that trail from your waist, all the way down to your feet. Starting with the foot strap, you unclip the buckle. Your hands slide up your calves to your thighs, where the second set of straps dig into the skin there.

You quickly make way with those buckles and pull them down your legs. The last strap around your waist is easy. You stand and unclip the last buckle and let that strap fall to your feet. A relieved sigh leaves your lips as you turn to walk towards Ghost. He was still watching you, his hand holding his side. He hasn't moved–still sitting there uncomfortably, no doubt, in his full gear. You approach him slowly, hands hugging your hips as you test these waters.

"Let me see." You say gently as you stop directly in front of him. He's so big that he's still eye height with you, even sitting down.

"I'm fine." He grunts.

"Sir–"

"I said I'm fine. Tend to your own." He says.

"I just want to help, sir. "

He glances up at you through his mask. You're standing close–so close he can feel the heat radiating off your body. His eyes meet your face, his hand still hovering over the wound on his side.

"Do you trust me?" You ask gently.

He seems hesitant, no doubt unsure what he wants to do. But after a few moments of watching you, he lets the hand on his side slowly drop to his thigh. He breathes out slowly.

"Yes."

You take this moment to be bold for the first time with him. You suck a breath in and hold, slowly reaching forward and gliding your hands over his shoulders. They fall down his back to unstrap the back of his weapons vest. Your eyes bounce back and forth between his as your chest presses softly to the pack on the front of his body. You pull the straps up over his shoulders and let the best slide down his front, pulling it off and gently setting it down on the floor by his feet. Next, your nimble fingers work at the zipper on his jacket–pulling down until it unclips at the bottom. You run your hands over his shoulders again to pull the rain jacket off–setting it on the mattress next to him.

He looks bigger this way, which should be impossible. You just took eighty pounds of gear off his body but even now, in just his black pull-over hoodie and rain jacket, he looks bigger. His muscles are more defined. You can see the bulge of his strong pecs, the roundness of his arms.

You stand up to look at him once again.

"May I?" You ask softly.

He doesn't speak, but nods slowly.

You mind his permission and slowly grab the bottom of his hoodie, pulling it up and over his chest. What reveals is a nasty stab wound–about three inches long. Blood trails all the way down to his jeans. Most of it is dry, but some warm blood indicates it's still bleeding.

"Jesus wept. You were going to leave this unattended?" You ask, glancing up to meet his gaze.

He brings his hand up to hold his hoodie for you. You remove your hand and reach into the first aid kit attached to his utility belt. Pulling it open and starting to look through the supplies.

"I've had worse." He retorts with a snort.

You can't help but smile gently, looking at him through the corner of your eye as you rummage through his bandage pack.

"You're an idiot."

"I'll be sure to remember that when I'm doing your performance review."

"In that case, be sure to remember this. I want a raise." You say with a small laugh as you set some bandages down on his thigh.

"A raise? You can barely do what you're told now. Only good employees get raises." He retorts, you swear you can hear the grin on his mouth.

"I've never been one to respect authority." You say, a cheeky grin meeting his gaze as your hand brings a sanitary wipe to his wound.

"Fuckin' Americans."

You laugh out loud this time, hand gently gliding over his wound–cleaning it with the sanitary wipe. You take notice of his build. He's strong, thick and muscular. He has some chest hair, and some hairs that trail under his jeans. He's incredibly built as well–of course he is. You knew that. He was a huge man, and incredibly strong. There was no doubt in your mind he was sculpted to the heavens. His skin is littered with scars. Some range from as small as your fingernails, to the size of your fist. You wish you could touch them all, to ask their stories. How did he get this one? That one?

The little shack is quiet for a few more minutes as you finish cleaning and treating his wound. You take it slow so as to not cause him any discomfort. Something tells you he really doesn't care, but you do. His eyes watch you through the hole in the skull of his mask. The black eye paint makes his blue hues glow in the moonlight. Rain patters softly against the metal roof. Your hand glides smoothly over the patch you're placing over the stab wound. You flatten your palm to smooth it out as much as possible. His breathing is steady as it fans against your cheek. Your proximity to him right now may have been alarming if you didn't know him well.

He stays still, watching you as he holds the hoodie up over his chest. His gaze brings goosebumps to the back of your neck, making your hairs stand up. You feel the need to break this awkward silence.

"This scar looks like it was painful." You say ever so softly, your free hand coming down to the four inch scar on his abdomen. Your palm flattens and your thumb grazes it gently.

"They were all painful." He says, a hint of tease in his tone. His voice has softened considerably.

"Yeah? I wouldn't have guessed, sir." You say, eyes flashing up to meet his as your mouth pulls into a sweet smile again.

"Simon. No need to be formal when we're alone." He says, followed by your name. It rolled off his tongue with ease–like it was the most natural thing for him to say.

"Right. Simon–" you say softly. You're not pulling apart the last part of the bandage to stick it on top. "--how did you get this one?" You ask, pointing to another scar on one of his pecs.

"In the Military. My first deployment. This was one of the first." He says.

"I remember those days. I was eighteen when I joined the Marine Corp. Got a few scars myself. Though, they're more mental than anything." You say, bringing a hand up to tap the side of your head and smile. "Yours have more meaning behind them, I think."

"Rightfully ugly things." He says, his eyes now following your hands as they work to cover the rest of his wound.

"Not at all–" you say as you stop your movements. Your eyes meet his when he takes notice and lifts his head to see you. "--I find them endearing."

His eyes narrow slightly as he watches you–indicating he's unsure of the meaning behind your statement.

"I mean, they show your growth…as a man. You had to overcome each one of these–" you say as you move to continue wrapping his wound. "--they're all testaments to how strong you are. Mentally and physically. I don't find them ugly in the slightest."

Your hand stops moving as you've finally finished patching his wound. Standing up straight, you bring your eyes back to his. He slowly releases his hoodie to let it drop back down, but his eyes never once leave yours. He almost seems dumbfounded–at a loss for words. He just stares at you for a few moments before speaking.

"I don't understand." He says, almost a whisper.

"What's not to understand?" You ask.

His hands are laying on his thighs, but his fists are clenching and unclenching. He doesn't speak, so you take this chance to elaborate.

"Simon, I don't know much of your past. Well, anything about your past, really–" you say gently, your hands slowly glide up and test the waters, laying on top of his strong shoulders. "--I don't need to. I know the man you are now. Neither of us are perfect. But I do know that you're a good man, who will always have my back. That's all that matters."

His eyes never leave yours as your hands slowly glide over from his shoulders, and up his neck to rest holding his strong jaw.

"And I will always have yours. That's what being a team is all about."

You're holding his jaw gently; you can feel it clenching as he watches you through the skull mask. You're close to him now, closer than you have been. Your hips are slotted between his legs. His fingers reach out and softly graze the outside hem on your jeans–silently asking for permission. You glance down to his hands, before back up to his face and slowly nod.

His large hands come out to flatten against the outside of your thighs, softly squeezing the flesh there as they glide up and over your hips. They rest there, just above your ass. His warmth sends chills down your spine as he pulls you closer, your chest almost touching his. His palms spread against your curves and his thumbs dig into your belly.

"What's on your mind, sergeant?" Ghost asks, his voice barely above a whisper as your face inches closer to his.

You continue holding his jaw, keeping him attentive to you and you alone. Your breath fans over his covered lips. Your thumbs start to rub small circles over the sharp bones under them.

"I often think…" you trail off as your right thumb moves towards the center of his face--finding his bottom lip under the mask and pressing down. "...think about what your smile looks like. I reckon you're quite handsome."

"Is that right?" His voice is low, now laced with something akin to longing.

His hands give your hips a good squeeze, shuffling your lower half closer to his. His thighs trap you in their strength.

"Mhm." You hum softly.

You find yourself being bold again, thumbs leaving his lips to trail down his neck again. You locate the bottom of his mask and slip both thumbs under the hem. You stop momentarily, giving him ample time to stop you. Only, he doesn't. You can feel the moment his muscles tense and you hear his breath hitch. But his eyes never leave you, and neither do his hands. They squeeze you and pull you harder.

As to not betray his trust, your eyes slowly flutter closed. Your thumbs slip under his mask completely and gingerly begin pulling up. You pull it up and over his lips. Along the way, you can feel the defined muscles of his neck–the large veins. His chin and jaw are prickly, most likely from a recent shave. You pull it up to sit just in the tip of his nose. Eager fingers return to his chin, thumb coming back to slide over his lower lip. It's full, and warm. Feels slightly damp, like he had just licked it. His breath is warm on your hand as you continue to feel him here.

Your other fingers stretch to try and feel the back of his head, wanting to know if he has thick or coarse hair. Is it curly or straight? Blonde like his eyelashes or brown?

His hands become impatient and begin sliding up your sides. In the process, he pulls the skin-tight undershirt out from under your pants. Cold air rushes through and touches the little part of your belly exposed. As his digits continue sliding up, they eventually curve out and up both of your arms until they meet at the base of your neck. His fingers dig into the skin there and start to gently pull you forward.

In the shuffle, your hands slide down his chest and come to a rest on top of his biceps. The muscles flex under his hoodie as he pulls you forward. Your eyes stay closed as you feel his breath getting closer and closer to your face.

"Tell me to stop." He whispers. It was hoarse, and deep. Laced with lust.

You breathe out slowly, shaky and anxious.

And when you don't, he kisses you.

To say he just kisses you is a gross understatement to what the both of you start to share. Your entire body lights up, chills shooting down your spine like fireworks as he twists his head to the side and slowly licks your bottom lip. His lips are soft and giving. They flatten when they meet yours to cover as much ground as they can. You open your mouth, giving him full access to that wet cavern. Your mouth meets his again, more heated this time. His tongue slides inside your mouth with ease, shooting to fight and tackle yours in a fight for dominance.

Your fingers start to dig into his biceps, and that elicits a grunt moan from the man kissing you. He continues kissing you, tongue exploring your mouth as his large hands start to slide down your body again. His right hand slides behind you to trace your back, and his left opts to take the front. He stops at your breast–giving it a firm squeeze when he gets it in his grasp. Your nipple hardens under his firm touch, a small whimper getting lost in his mouth as he explores your body. The hand on your back pulls you impossibly closer, pressing your much smaller body tight to his.

He continues his assault on your breast for another minute or so, all while continuing to kiss you with a certain ferocity. His tongue leaves your mouth to lap up the saliva surrounding your lips and you erupt in shivers when the hand squeezing your breast starts to trail lower. He traces your curves until he reaches the metal of your belt buckle. His digits slowly begin to work at the buckle, setting the button on your jeans free once he's worked it open. He kisses you as he pulls the button open, his fingers grabbing hold of the zipper and slowly pulling it down. It feels like it takes him an eternity to work your jeans open, but your body buzzes with excitement when you hear the zipper coming down.

He stops for a moment, continuing to kiss you as his hand rests there on the buckle of your jeans. You slide your hand back up to his shoulders and softly rub the muscles there, pulling a quiet whimper from his lips. Yes, a whimper. From Ghost.

Fuck. If that doesn't get you wet, nothing will. But it does. In that moment, you feel the arousal start to ooze out of your cunt. You may have thought you started your period if you weren't sure it was because of him. You can't help but rub your thighs together when the pressure starts to become uncomfortable. Ghost takes notice of this and pulls away from you. His fingers begin to dance with the hem of your underwear.

"Tell me to stop." He repeats against your lips, still barely above a whisper. You can feel his eyes burning into you, but yours are still closed.

The cool leather of his glove meets with your sensitive skin when you don't answer him. Slowly, achingly slowly, his fingers sink under your underwear to find what he wants so desperately right now.

You whine when the leather touches your sensitive skin there, his fingers sink down through your folds to truly feel where you're warmest. His fingers glide easily through your arousal; the texture of his clove adds a bit more feeling to it.

"Fuck." he curses against your lips as he continues to rub around your needy hole.

He uses his fingers to collect your wetness and drags it up to that swollen bundle of nerves. He uses your own arousal to prepare you. His thumb begins to rub firm circles over your clit, causing you shudder and whimper in his arms. Your eyes squeeze shut harder, face heating up and turning red. Something you never thought he'd see—the freckles on your cheeks being revealed by the change in color on your face. Your fingers dig hard into his shoulders, holding on for what feels like dear life.

It's been a decade since you've been with a man. It's not something you were particularly proud of, because nothing could quite scratch that itch like the touch of a man. But your job kept you busy, and you felt just fine pleasuring yourself. You were always an independent woman. But fuck. Fuck. His touch felt like fire. Like pure bliss. The way he continued to draw tight circles over your clit while his palm flattened on your cunt and two large fingers sunk into your wet heat. They were so big, so strong while they pumped you full. It wasn't long before he found that spot too–the spongy piece of heaven deep inside your core.

Your head tumbles back on your shoulders, mouth falling open silently as his fingers work magic inside you. He leans forward, bringing his lips to your chest where it's open from the u-neck undershirt– peppering kisses on the warm skin there. Your hand involuntarily comes up to caress the back of his head. Such a sweet sentiment he does, while absolutely ruining your brief innocence with his fingers. You whimper and cry for him as he pumps and pumps and pumps.

You let out one harsh breath, followed by a quiet but sweet whimper– and out tumbles his name.

Simon.

That's all it takes to break him. He huffs a hard breath against your chest and kisses the skin one more time before pulling back, taking the hand out of your pants with him.

You gasp at the lack of contact. You almost open your eyes in the shuffle but as if he knew what was going to happen, his hand comes up to cover your eyes.

"Lay down. Now." He orders.

He guides you back a few steps, hand still over your eyes. You feel him stand, and he brings a hand to your shoulder to guide you back towards the mattress. Your legs hit the edge and cause you to fall to your back. His hand leaves your face, but you obediently keep them closed for him. He shuffles a bit before his hands are on you again, slipping your combat boots off one at a time. Then his hands are on your waist, pulling your jeans and underwear down in one swoop. Involuntarily, your hands shoot down to cover your core and you hear him grunt.

"Don't hide from me, sergeant." He says in the deep english tone.

His hands meet yours and wrap around them, slowly pulling them off your weeping cunt. A breath leaves his mouth harshly when you're revealed to him. He kneels instantly, large hands flattening against the inside of your thighs, at the apex of your legs and waist. On each side of where he just had his fingers deep. His hot breath fans against your sex.

"Fucking perfect." He says as he fits himself between your legs. His hands slide from the top, all the way to your calves to pull them up and over his shoulders.

You shudder in anticipation, back arching slightly in presentation. Ghost takes notice.

"Dirty girl." He praises

That's the last thing he says before he dives in. His mouth closes over your swollen clit, tongue circling you in a delicious dance. Your back immediately arches even more, muscles tensing down below. His tongue is smooth as it glides so elegantly over that center of pleasure. He moans into you, drinking the taste of you in. The top half of his face is still covered, only letting the bottom half of his face free so he can eat you out like this.

Your hands desperately search for purchase. They start by clenching the bedsheets, before twitching hard and moving to lay on your tummy. His hands find yours quickly and he presses down, anchoring your much smaller hands under his to your tummy. His fingers thread through yours and give a reassuring squeeze. It's odd. You'd never think of him as the gentle type. But he always seemed to surprise you.

Your hands start to close on his head, holding him still right where you want him. Anxious fingers gripping the mask and holding him down. He moans again, the vile wet sounds of his dirty act echoing through the room as he pulls you closer to an orgasm. His hands hold you steady as he pushes his face in deeper, completely enveloping his face in you. His cock grows achingly hard in his jeans, throbbing to be set free. One of his hands leaves yours to come down and insert two large fingers in yet again.

Something white and hot starts to stir in your lower belly. Like a thread being pulled tight on each end, ready to snap at any given moment. Your cunt starts to clench impossibly tight around Ghost's fingers and he moans into you yet again.

"Atta girl. I can feel it. Give me a good one." He encourages through licks.

Fuck, his voice. The tone and the accent–they do something to you. His voice repeats in the back of your mind as your muscles tense all at once. A hoarse whimper leaves your lips as he nibbles down on your little clit, cunt pulling tight and hot as the thread finally snaps and he gets what he asked for. You cum all over his face, body convulsing from the over stimulation as he continues to suck on you through the pulses. Your fingers lock dead in his mask–you think you can feel his hair. It's thick.

He groans into you, his voice vibrating your lower body as he slows his pace and inevitably decides to take pity on you and stop.

You feel his mouth leave your cunt as you struggle to catch your breath. His hands leave you too. Slightly concerned, you start to sit up. Your eyes are still closed. His hands stop you from standing up.

"Bloody delicious you are, sweet girl."

His hand caresses your jaw, and you hear him fumbling with his belt buckle, followed by the sound of his zipper coming down.

"Open."

Your eyes flutter open and you glance up at him standing tall over you. His mask is pulled back down to conceal his mouth. You lock eyes with him and stare him down as he begins to pull his cock out of his jeans. You keep your eyes on him until he breaks contact for a moment. He glances down towards his cock and then back at you. You take the hint and slowly lower your gaze until you meet his cock in all its glory. He's big–covered in veins. His tip is red and smeared with pre-cum. Gods, you got him this wound up?

"You want this?" He asks.

You don't have to answer him. The lustful look in your eyes as you glance back up at him is enough to make his cock jump. He growls low in his throat.

"Turn around. Bend over."

Not having to be told twice, you do as you're told. You stand and turn so your back is facing him. You bend down, revealing your cunt from behind as you find your place bent over the bed for him. His massive form stalks behind you–like you're his prey. Just waiting to be captured. His macho, mean, attitude has always sent chills down your spine. This situation was no different.

His hand finds your waist, gripping on your side as his other holds his heavy cock up to position it at your entrance. While he rubs the head of his cock through your slick to prepare it, the hand holding your waist moves to the center of your lower back and his palm flattens. He pushes down, forcing you to arch in presentation for him. He curses under his breath. Fucking perfect. Beautiful little cunt.

His heavy boots shuffle closer as the head of his cock begins to breach your tight hole. Your breath catches at the sudden intrusion. The hand on your lower back holds you steady as he starts pushing forward until he's fully sheathed inside you. You let a moan slip when the hand on your back starts to rub up and down you slowly, almost in a comforting manner.

"Fuck." He groans out when he bottoms out.

He starts with deep thrusts, getting your cervix used to the invasion. Your knees begin to buckle. No need to worry though. His hands both move to either side of your waist to hold you up as he begins to thrust a little faster–pulling out farther and re-sheathing himself. His back straightens and his head falls back in pleasure as soft groans come from under the mask. Your moans join him as the wet sounds of your combined arousal fills the room.

You moan sweetly–which teases him. A strong, capable woman like yourself reduced to a whimpering mess under her Lieutenant. It spurs him on and makes him needy.

He starts thrusting at a more harsh pace now. His hips collide with yours as the bed rattles on its old, dilapidated frame. The metal digging into the wooden floor. His hands squeeze your hips tight and he pulls you back onto him in time with his own thrusts.

"Insatiable woman. Drive me mad with this body." He grunts as his hips slam into yours.

"Simon–" you whimper out, cut off by a particularly sharp thrust.

"You--you know what you do to me, woman?" He starts between harsh breaths as he pounds into you. "Can't keep my eyes off you. You're a goddamn distraction–" he continues to moan loudly, not caring if anyone may hear. "--walk around in those tight ass jeans….n'that low cut shirt. You do it on purpose, don't you?"

"M's-sorry sir–" you manage to whimper as he continues to pound into you.

"The fuck you are." He says before another hard thrust. His grunts, leaning forward to grab a fistful of your hair and pull your head back.

The same sensation from earlier starts to boil over again. The thread is pulled tight once more, ready to snap at any given moment as he continues to hammer into the sensitive spot inside you. His breathing is heavy, grunting loudly in your ear as pounds down into you. You start to tighten around him once more and once again, he takes notice right away.

"Already, sweet girl? Can you give me another good one?"

You whimper his name.

"Words."

"Yes." You moan.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Simon."

"Good fucking girl."

He relases your hair and stands up straight, anchoring down on your hips and letting absolutely fucking loose. He starts pounding into you ruthlessly. His hips jackhammering into yours and rendering you speechless. His harsh thrusts steal the air from your lungs. All you can do is lay there, drool like a dog and take his cock the way he needs to give it to you.

Your orgasm snaps through you and burns like wildfire. Your body rocks violently back against his and he groans when you start to clench around him.

This was unlike any experience you've ever had. It was hard for any of your past partners to get you off, period. Ghost just made you cum twice. And violently.

"Fuck. Where do you want it?" He asks.

It takes you a few hard thrusts to try and speak–trying to gain your composure and suck some air back in your lungs to speak.

"In-inside–please–" you manage to moan.

For the first time this evening, his movements falter. He seems unsure as he tries to regain his rhythm.

"That's–no, no I can't….you'll…" he grunts as he continues to rut into you.

"Safe. I-I promise." You whimper out. "Wanna feel you."

"Fuuuuck." He groans out, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his release. His hands come up to grab your shoulders, anchoring down as he continues fucking your raw.

"Don't move. Don't fucking move, sweet girl. Gonna--gonna fill you up, make you mine."

"Simon--" you whimper out.

That last whimper is what seems to take him over edge. He groans your name one last time before his hips bottom out again and come to a screeching hault. You feel his cock start to throb before the warmth of his cum begins filling you. He shoots what feel like endless streams of his while juices inside until it starts overflowing and running down your thighs. You lay there on your stomach trying to catch your breath. Not long after, you hear the heaving mess of a man who just rearranged you collapse to his knees behind you. You hear him turn to sit on hid ass, shifting to lean up against the bed.

You lay there exhausted, listening to the sounds of his labored breathing. You're too worn out to move, so you opt to stay where you are. Not even caring what a mess you look like.

After a few minutes you feel yourself beginning to drift off to sleep. The exhaustion is taking over. It gets quiet after a few more minutes and you feel completely relaxed. You're so out of it, you don't notice Ghost getting up from his spot on the floor.

You don't feel him softly cleaning you with one of his extra shirts.

You don't feel him start to re-dress you.

And you don't feel him lay you down on the bed, when he climbs in behind you and wraps his arms around you.

And in the morning, it suprises you when he asks you about your time in the United States Marine Corps.

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Meiyuu Deshi Kairou analysis. I'm losing my sanity...

Hello @hypn0sssss, just wanna let you know, I've been working off my ass to research this song like...more than 30 minutes but then in turn into a whole week long.

It was fun though ( I really need a rest but my brain said just do it! )

BUT, ANYWAY, here are some important information you should know before getting into this song analysis.

If you don't know, this is an event song, it connects with an event story about a VR game, yes, a VR game. It was introduced to Mika by Makoto and Sora. And later on, became the inspiration for Mika's song.

This is related to Mika's character, so if you know nothing about him, you can learn more from some sources out there or have a quick check at my post

3 . I'll mostly put the lyrics in word form. I really want to put all the translation pictures here but since Tumblr stop me from having more than 10 pics in a post...I can only put some.

4 . Most of this is my personal analysis. Pls tell me or put on the sources if you want to put it somewhere. Also, since it is a PERSONAL thing, the lyrics might not mean like that to you, but it is to me. You are free to have your own idea of this song however you like.

Alright! Let's get started!!!

For the theme of the song, Mika is using the VR game as his base, so it understandable that some words might be a little lead into the mechanical aspect.

The story for this song is about a mechanical god who ends the story/ the world abruptly. It very interesting when the song did not only successfully portray the theme of mechanical but also the theme and story of Valkyrie itself.

Oh my dear Mika, you are really something of an artist, aren't ya?! It the time when Mika finally step up and going his own art more then waiting for Shu order!

The name of the song "Meikyuu Deshi Kairou" which means "Labyrinth Electronic Corridor"

With some lines mention classic songs

(this line got repeated 2 times)

"Ode to Joy" or in other words "An die Freude"

You must have known it as Beethoven's most significant work, Symphony No.9, a choral symphony.

Since the name isn't being written in another name until you start digging deeper, you'll find something eles, lies in these words they had chosen.

It was origin from a poem written by a German named Friedrich Schiller and was used by Beethoven in his Ninth Symphony.

But the version that Beethoven used is the revision of the poem. Yet Friedrich himself didn't like that version at all, he viewed it as a failure.

Why? Because Friedrich made that poem for his dear beloved ( longtime friend and partner ) Christian Gottfried Körner, who inspired him to write the poem.

He stayed "of value maybe for us two, but not for the world, nor for the art of poetry"

I SWEAR TO GOD, WHEN I READED THOUGH WORD, NO THING APPEAR IN MY MIND AS FAST AS MIKA AND SHU DID.

His performance and his dear partner in art. Did I mention that Friedrich made a whole verse for Christian on his birthday.

( uhm, ok, that's enough! Let's move to the next one for now before I can't keep this mouth shut. )

Some lines in the poem go like this:

"Rescue from the chains of tyrants, Magnanimity to the villain too, Hope on the deathbed, Mercy in the high (law) court, Even the dead shall live! Brothers, drink and agree (with me) That all sinners shall be forgiven And hell shall be no more."

The "Ode to Joy" old name was "Ode to Freedom" / "An die Freiheit"

Then there came "Libera me" ( "Deliver me" )

Which also has an interesting background related to the Catholic Church. "Libera me" originated from a song named "Office of the Dead" which had been sung as a service prayer for the death.

The text asks God to have mercy upon the deceased person at the Last Judgment.

And it fits the theme of the song well! Because as I said before, the song is about a god who wants to destroy the world in sudden.

So "Ode to Joy", "Libera me" can be seen as the voices of humans who denying the god choice, the choice to turn the world back to dust.

( Note: The line in the song is not being sung by Mika or Shu, but by voices in the background. It becomes more noticeable when considering the fact that none other Valkyrie songs have these "background voices" at all )

The next two lines both sing an indirectly about the old Valkyrie.

"Ah, the melody sinks into overwritten myths"

The old Valkyrie had been sunk down to the deep by the play of Fine.

"Come, it is the time to open the floating corridor that full of electrons"

But it was the story from a long time ago, now, we taking a different path, to the new corridor, a new path to the future yet we're still unable to predict. Accidentally we lead ourselves to the door of destruction. ( It can also be seen as the god in this play had opened the door of doom, ending the world in sudden )

Ah, yes, once again this song mentions the use of the classic poem.

This "Song of the Bell" had nothing to do with song or symphony, which gives us more clues and confirms the truth about "Ode to Joy".

Surprisingly, "Song of the Bell" is also been written by Friedrich Schiller.

"Ode to Joy" was written in 1785, while "Song of the Bell" was written in 1798.

The poem talks about the bell, how was the bell made, by what, and with what tools and techniques they used to make it.

I have a belief that the "love and punishment" part of the song lyrics has other means than taking from the "Song of the Bell". Yes, the poem did mention "love" as a part of the story where a couple has known each other since they were kid.

Wedding bell and allocation of roles is the part when the bell acts as a wedding bell.

To later on, mention death: Death knell upon the decease of the woman where the bell has an earnest purpose and tolls in accompaniment to a funeral

But there is no mention of crime or punishment.

So go back to the lyrics where they sing: "Reflect the song"

Reflect...which means there is a connection but not really is about the poem. It was more about Valkyris, the love had turned its back on them. Their art, their joy, their peaceful life as 3 small people in an unpopular Unit was now a punishment, pulling them down to the ground.

Nazuna left, Valkyrie broke, Shu is no longer himself.

To Mika, if not a punishment then what could this horrifying scene had been?

We can also see this in the human's eyes. If "Ode to Joy", "Libera me" was all human ( in the theme ) talking about, then this line is the begging for the god to rethink his decision:

"Please, don't you see, this beautiful planet is our everything. Is our beginning and our ending. We may suffer, but we are happy, and that makes living a meaningful thing."

noticed how Mika uses "Each other" not just "Other" which points to both Shu and Mika.

In their era of being a "not so happy" unit since the war ended.

They have gone so far and now look back at themself. Such action of shame, the days when we are still nothing but a nameless Valkyrie.

You can also look at it in the MV theme way: ''I wish this world would disappear.'' As the god of mechanical no longer feels the need of humans exiting.

As the next lyrics go:

"Behind this veil of anonymity" (Shu line)

"The ghosts of the dead-" (Mika line)

"Are dancing in the underground till the end of the trial" (Shu line)

There are two things I need to point out in detail here:

Firstly: The meaning of these lines seems to me as if they're talking about their trauma. Behind this veil is the old time, the old ghosts, look, they are all here, never left until we start open up with them. Until we learn how to heal ourselves from the brutal injury of war did we be able to make them leave

Secondly: Mika once again mentions death. It was Mika's own thing, if you don't know, death kinda became a thing that fond with Mika's style. Lots of times, we can see Mika associated with death ( mostly in the old song. )

In his 'In the Shadow' outfit, which had a deep connection with butterflies.

Butterflies are a symbol of the representative soul of a deceased person. In that outfit, Mika is represented by a blue butterfly, what was the meaning of that symbol?

A symbol of the soul who passed is nearby!

So, by now you would be questioning: "Why are there so many signs about death from Mika?" Well, glad you asked.

This all came down to the fact that Mika was being a doll in Valkyrie. Nazuna was also a doll himself, but he break free and Mika didn't.

Mika is dying from the inside, becoming the soulless, as he loses what support to belong to him. He sells it away, sacrifice it for the wish of making Valkyrie great again.

"Surrounded by faceless choirs, there's stand the lonely soloist So, let's sing out loud to those who have no place to go, here's the truth."

Sung by both Mika and Shu.

In my belief, these lines are dedicated to them, the Valkyrie that got injured after the war. They got no hope, not thing to relied on.

Shu got a bad representation, lost his mind.

Mika also had to suffer from the event but he's trying his very best not to become a burden to Shu after Nazuna left.

That was the moment when Mika became more doll-like than how he was before.

We stood together, yet loneliness filled inside our souls. Becoming the "soloist" singer without notice.

"Sing to those who have no place"

They're telling themself, their pitiful past self that the daunting world is now no more.

We now have a place to stay, a home to be in, we've got our back.

Ok, ok, here it comes, MY FAVORITE LINE!

LIKE, THERE ARE SO MUCH TO TALK ABOUT, I CAN'TTTTT

Ok, I can actually do that now ( since this analysis is already long as hell )

This line makes a connection to another line, which is:

"Here's the truth" - "Audience, please come"

"To the New World"

Isn't simply just about the god and the humans, it carries two meanings.

One is the literal, a sore thumb that sticks out the most to me: IT ABOUT THE VALKYRIE NEW ERAAAAA.

They maybe not yet healed, not yet prepared themself for the world outside, but they're now more happy than ever.

Shu is trying his best to understand Mika.

Mika is trying his best to become something of his own, escape from the realm of a soulless doll.

"Dancing with full bloom"

Like, uhm *raises eyebrows*, full bloom, full bloom you said?

The last time ( the first time Shu appeared in the game main story ), Shu said: "I am counting the days until we bring our blossoms together to make "Valkyrie" the most beautiful bouquet in the world."

And now ya said that you're FULL BLOOM? That can only mean one thing, they have finally found their meaning of art.

They may not "bloom" to the world but "bloom" to themself. Becoming different. They changing, they learning, and they are growing.

"where 0 and 1 dancing"

Yeh, you already know what I'm going to say. 0 and 1 are binary code or we usually call it "computer language" / bits.

0 and 1, is what this theme song is about. The mechanical god, the new world of mechanics. "0 and 1 dancing" is "The god is speaking".

Like, 0 1 then 1 0, 0 1 then 1 0, where 0 and 1 will change their place to make a byte, a string of bits, representing the god language.

And, it is just me or do I get the feeling that this goddess who wants to destroy a world in rust has his reason, he has a feeling that leaving the world like this, isn't a good idea.

Even if the humans are begging him to stop, he did not listen.

Because, in some of the next lines, we got this:

"A play that crueler than dream" (Shu line)

"With everyone's prayers" (Mika line)

"Everyone will remember it" (Shu line).

"Above the Surface world that full of selfishness and egoism" (Mika line)

The god see human as this selfish and only care for what they want most then how others feel.

"This lost child of the era, is confused by the fragile waves" (Mika line)

"So let's come and come into a new world trapped in 0 and 1" (Shu & Mika line)

Is about Valkyrie, IT ABOUT VALKYRIE. *Gone crazy at this point*

If you didn't know, Valkyris wasn't that used to the new system after the war. The DreamFes system made by Eichi, yeah, that one.

They skip school and most of the time do their show outside of school until Eichi himself steps in and threatens them to rejoin the school and accept the DreamFess system.

They were lost. Lost of the modern world, and still stay in the old era. Shu never wants to go back and join the DreamFes for once because how much he hated Eichi, and how much the war hurted him, yet, they return, make a change that not even Eichi can imagine of.

"Lost in their own tears, and still..." (Shu line)

"Falling away..." (Mika line)

They did, however, losing against Fine, and still...this was not the end.

THIS WAS A MARK FOR THE NEW BEGINNING.

That they're now known to DreamFes, open their mind and continue their journey.

That why the next line of the song came with a stronger beat. Bam! We are now reborn, we are now continue to blooming up on this world of hidden beauty. We'll find it and make art out of it!

"Scrutinize, lament, and let your own foolish schemes drive you crazy" (Shu line, it kinda fit Shu too)

"And now, ask yourself here and now." (Mika line)

"Is there an omnipotent being to be ruled?" (Both)

"And do you believe it?" (Shu line)

"Do you believe it?" (Mika line)

"Do you believe it?" (Both)

I think these lines are pointing to Shu and how he've been since the end of the war.

Scrutinize mean: examine or inspect closely and thoroughly.

While lament mean: a passionate expression of grief or sorrow.

After the war, Shu was cave for perfection even more than he was before, he wish to not made all that mistake again or else he might lose Mika too.

He drive himself crazy, then look back what happened, he started to ask questions.

He was so into perfection, he loses the meaning of art it self. He put himself into a jail, said that, this was all for the work of art, but it wasn't.

People are being harm for his actions, Mika wasn't getting any better if he keeps acting like this. Reckless and madness drive him away from the actual beauty in art that the old Shu was fond of.

So, he ask himself. If art is freedom, why so gaol...

"Is there an omnipotent being to be ruled?"

And realizing that, will he continue to be like this. Do you believe in such form of art that not bring happiness and joy?

For the bloom of Valkyrie, must we sacrifice our little life for the victory Shu wanted.

Also important element needed to be mention: Last Lament.

Meiyuu Deshi Kairou was released in 2023, and Last Lament which is also a Valkyrie song was released in 2017.

And in the song, there was this line: "It fine if we reach the brink of our dreams and rot forgotten."

"We'll use the flames of passion on us, to show them that we can melt even despair."

But, but! In their newest song ( from the Trip albums)

Shukufuku no Library

We can see, Shu is now accepting the future and wish for joy to Valkyrie then only to successfully reach their dream as soon as possible:

"Is it only success stories that are now illuminated by the love that shines down from the heavens?"

"No! An unfinished adventure stories is also a foolish memoir that's also precious."

"Come on, let's play the lovely poems of our lives and gently store them in the library of blessings."

Return, return, let's us get to the next line:

Ok, Ok, I love that they put both Friedrich Schiller work into one line!

"A play that's crueler than a dream" (Mika line)

"Everyone inside this veil wishing for something" (Shu line)

The god talk about everyone wishes, seeing their foolish little small wishes yet never to be turn into reality because the god already had their own plan for them.

It also Shu, talking to himself that even if life is cruel, everyone has their little dream.

"In the face of the myth of the Perfect world" (Shu line)

But Shu dream was too far from reality, can that Perfection he wished for really have a way to get?

From here on, the line repeat itself:

"confused by the fragile waves" (Shu line)

"This lost child of the era" (Mika line)

"So let's come and come into a new world trapped in 0 and 1" (Shu & Mika line)

But this time, Shu has become different, Valkyrie has changed! The lost child had found their way out of that jail!

"The labyrinth corridor, love is a Perfect world" (The back choir?)

And yes, he did be able to found out, love is the best way to a world he's wish for, no more madness from now on, only love and joy.

And maybe, just maybe, the goddess in this song also did.

Thank you for your time! Reading this.

It late now, and my ears...oh god...it had been listen to Meiyuu Deshi Kairou non-stop ( I remember like 8/10 of the goddam lyrics *cry and laughed at the same time* )

Also, one last thing...

In the 3D MV, noticed how Mika move, yes, he still keep that flexibility of him, but that not just a represent for a doll, Mika now turning it in to his own style of dance.

While Shu do art in a perfect and nicely organizing way.

Mika go for a chaos way that both resemble the old him and use it to make the new him.

In the last moment of the MV, Mika...I don't know if he forget or that is simply how the MV plays out, but there was a moment like this:

Mika when: Look at my Oshi-san!!!

Shu: Mika! Back up! You're supposed to be standing next to me.

Mika: Can i?

Shu: Yes. Yes you can. You're no longer a doll, but a human, a partner who place is staying next to me and performing art together.

Mika: Oh...I'm not fulling understand that, but ok! I'll try to stay next to you from now on!

( this is me, writing that out of thin air, the conversation may not be real, but the meaning are. Mika may be a little confused for suddenly got set free from being a soulless doll, he need his little time )

Thank...for reading...my dear ValkyrieP... I need a rest and a cup of coffee I guess *die*

#ensemble stars #mika kagehira #kagehira mika #shu itsuki #itsuki shu #valkyrie enstars #Meiyuu Deshi Kairou #Meiyuu Deshi Kairou analysis

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fluxweeed · 6 months

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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

i've had so much fun reading other answers to these questions over the last few weeks!! thank you @nv-md and @sweet-s0rr0w for mentioning me in your posts!! i fear my answers drifted much too far into self-indulgence, but what's new for this blog eh??

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

22, but one of them is 11 separate drabbles/microfics in a 2k-word jacket

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

293,865

3. What fandoms do you write for?

i'll only ever write hp on this username!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

all drarry:

the four doors (legilimency healer draco + memory loss)

adventures in truth and texting (advent texting fic)

all i have to do (draco thinks harry is a magical fantasy but whoops he's real)

eight o'clock, tomorrow evening (four doors sequel)

two to lie and one to listen (8th year fake dating, sort of)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i respond to everything on the final chapter of a fic! sometimes very kind commenters will say something at the end of every single chapter, which is SUCH a joy to receive, but i haven't yet figured out a way of saying "thank you!" 26 times over without sounding insincere

(i also don't usually respond to comments on fics i've co-written bc i don't feel like i have? the right? feels like i'm taking credit for something i did not really do!)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

also drarry: for lack of wanting, wherein harry thinks it's sexy when draco acts like an evil dick again, and draco is too in love with harry to tell him that makes him feel weird

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

man i think all the rest are pretty happy, all things considered? tho i guess two to lie and wrapped are the only ones that end with explicit i-love-yous?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i've been quite lucky, actually! i've had the occasional demand to change an angsty ending, or comments that have been quite mean about a character who isn't supportive of drarry. oh and i've had a couple of people get suuuper mad when draco malfoy, death eater and snotty spoilt brat, makes mildly immoral decisions. i've found all of those quite funny tho, which i'm sure i wouldn't if they were legitimate hate, so i don't think they count!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yep! the vibe of two characters wanting to fuck but knowing they shouldn't for some reason (uneven dynamic, magic stuff, they simply haven't had a fucking conversation about it) is my absolute favourite. will read it every time, will write it pretty much every time too 😅

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

the closest i've come to writing a crossover is say no to this, a fic vaguely based off the storyline of the song from hamilton. it was the first drarry fic i'd written in about 10 years!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

yep! not any under this username (that i know of), but someone re-uploaded an old drarry fic of mine to wattpad – and honestly, i don't mind at all. i don't think the fic is very good lmao, if someone else wants to take the blame for it, that's totally fine by me

(the wildest thing about it is the combined ff.net + wattpad views of that fic now top 2 million i think?! but despite that u have almost definitely not heard of it!! i've only seen it mentioned, like, maybe 3 times since i properly re-joined fandom spaces in 2020)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes!!!! it's SUCH an honour!!! the four doors is in german, chinese, russian and spanish; thirst (drarry vampire fic) is in chinese; and all i have to do (the not-fantasy-harry fic) is in russian 🥰

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes!!! well, sort of – officially, i co-wrote per my last letter (i hope you choke on it) with @lastontheboat, but i really do think i was more like an alpha reader with knobs on. the workload split was at least 25/75, with j shouldering a great deal of the burden (and all of the brilliance)!

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

this is going to sound silly given that i'm definitely a drarry writer and only really hang out in the drarry sphere – but i don't have one! for hp, i gravitate towards ships with harry in them, but even that isn't a hard and fast rule for me

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

nothing that i've posted! but i have tons that are never going to see the light of day. three recent-ish hp ones i've written the most for:

a fic i call The Opus, which is a drarry auror partners fic – i have 16k words written; it was going to end up a solid 100k. i love the concept i have for this fic so, so dearly, but a 100k casefic is not happening.

a harry/ginny established relationship smutty oneshot that is really nothing more than ginny being fun and sexy and harry being horny but, like, self-deprecating about it.

a drarry little mermaid au that i wrote for nanowrimo in 2019. like i MIGHT come back to this one day? but it's unlikely. pros: i do have 50k of it written already and the first draft isn't too far off being complete. cons: i have almost exactly 50k words of it written bc i hit the nano goal and stopped in the middle of a sentence bc writing it was SO stressful (that november i had two jobs + one volunteering role, and also i was moving house, so. a lot going on.)

16. What are your writing strengths?

god knows. dialogue and characters come easiest to me, ig? and i tend to cut a lot in editing, so i don't think my stuff is? overly wordy? so it doesn't require much brainpower to read? that could be a positive or a negative, depending on how you look at it!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i suck at caring about anything other than character dynamics, so my fics never have plot outside of something vague to put the main pairing in the same room

similarly, i'm not very good at describing locations – describing anything, really

bc i tend to focus on the "oh we want to but we shouldn't!" moment, i'm pretty bad at actually developing feelings in longer fics – that part always feels too rushed to me, but fuck if i know a way of fixing it that isn't just, like, write another 20k

i think my endings usually feel like a bit of an afterthought and often quite forced

the more i write, the more i realise i know, like, 5 ways of phrasing anything, and i just repeat the same things over and over

i'm trying to fix my lack of skills with plotting + pacing by planning extensively before i start drafting, but i think that takes a bit of the spark out of the final version? it becomes a bit predictable and samey?

em dashes every tenth word

i'm convinced ppl i respect are in group chats talking abt how annoying and bad at writing i am, and also lowkey (…highkey) i agree with them – so actually getting myself to write anything is super hard!!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

yeah man! i mean, i personally am not sufficiently confident in my skills in any other language to do it without help (and i'm not sufficiently confident in my skills in asking for help to do that), but it's fun to read imo

19. First fandom you wrote for?

i've dabbled in a few over the years, but the first was hp – it was a marauders era snape/lily/james love triangle fic that i posted on a forum on a hp roleplaying site – this was before deathly hallows came out, so i was very smug when my pairing theory (that i undoubtedly stole from someone cleverer than me, because i was 13 years old) turned out to be true

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

god. @decaflondonfog recently told me that drabbles don't really count, so i? don't know? perhaps still the pine-woods scent the moon (guilty remus/harry) or taste of țuică (established drarry bringing ron in as a third) are the ones i like best, but i don't love either of them enough to be able to confidently declare them my favourite!

u know the drill: i got too sad and anxious and unfollowed everyone so i have no idea who to tag. if u made it this far please know i do love you very much, i want to kiss u on the cheek at LEAST, and would love to know any thoughts u have about the things u make ❤️

#as if i said 'a strength of mine is that i'm not too wordy' in this post #have u SEEN the length #fluxweed shut the fuck up challenge #my fic #tag game

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jamisonwritestf2trash · 6 months

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hey

my friend wanted to know everything ever about medic tf2 got any good stuff I could throw at them besides the baboons and the skeleton thing ive forgotten everything as soon as they asked and sent them YouTube vedios in a panic and then quoted you from memory #I am not exiting the mind prison this year

I GOT QUOTED WHEN ASKED ABOUT MEDIC!??? that's so sweet and hilarious to me.

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Canonically? I know very little about what to say about this man. Um, he's funny as hell. This is actually my favorite scene of him in the comics other than his whole presence in The Naked and The Dead,

Like I can not tell you how much I think about this scene.

ALSO THIS ONE??

He's batshit insane too, but in a good way. Technically, this has nothing to do with him as a character but Medic! Is a fucking banger song!?

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If you're asking me about my personal thoughts on Medic, then it gets away from canon quite a bit, or at least what most people accept as cannon. I'll just quick fire some things and add links to posts that provide better explanations

He may be batshit insane but he loves his team, and his team loves him. They are all friends and care for each other. He also loves Archimedes. Don't ever let anyone tell you he's uncaring or just evil with no feelings. (More context can be found here)

He's gay, no elaboration needed, have you seen the way he and Heavy look at each other?

I think he's Jewish and faced a lot of shit during WW2 from both the allies and those in Germany. He had to flee during the war and almost didn't make it to America, and even when he did, he had to mask the fact that he was german to avoid internment camps. (Headcanons about him fighting for the allies is here)

He has a lot for trauma, and had a really fucked up childhood. I have a whole post on it that I can't find right now 😭

And that's kind of the basics? Sorry its not much, and its not everything ever, but I hope this helps your friend on their Medic endeavors!

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 medic #tf2 headcanons

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kill3rofsluttybrat · 7 months

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Time for my pinned post I guess!

So you can call me however you like as long as it's respectful or a reference but hope I get it ("you son of a bitch I'm in" from Morty is good to me).

I'm 19 and my birthday is in September. Oh and for those who wanna know when, I'm a virgo (♍) sooo yea no other clue.

I'm from Belgium and I study history at the University. I speak French, English obviously and I'm learning the German.

When not busy being in a kinky mind or in the books for my studies:

- I also read (I'm reading nutcracker from Hoffman, the German/French version),

- I write too (poems and classical texts). It's not Convention and I'm only doing it because I like it, it's a stress relief,

- Listen to music (rock or mostly classical, military songs),

- I play music too, I'm learning the cello and maybe I will put an audio if it's not too bad,

- Sometimes walking amongst the nature, away from this society,

- searching about historic or physics stuff for fun (yea I'm weird).

My kinks are: BDSM, ddlg, ageplay roleplay (sometimes), slavery kinda, pet play, chastity, denial/overstimulation, sensory privation, degradation, humiliation, praising, gagging, impact play and maybe some other stuff I forgot, also maybe piss play (included in humiliation and degradation).

No vomit, zoo, scat, ... blood can be okay but I'm not excited by it.

Please respect when sometimes I disappear if we ever speak. When I'm really depressed (often), I isolate myself. Then I realise it's worse so I start socialising to avoid killing myself and then I isolate myself again because I don't really like socialising.

Minors, MAP and blank blogs DNI, the basic stuff what.

I'M A GUY (SORRY GOT ASKED IT TOO MANY TIMES).

Also if you ever contact me...please put a "yay" in your text so I know you're not a bot. If you're not doing it, you'll be blocked. Ofc if we already talk, no need for it.

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Let Me Give You A Good Time

Kate Bishop x Reader

Summary: After messing up on a mission in germany, Kate and Yelena are on the run together with a local superpowered girl who helped them out, you! Kate appreciates your help a lot, in fact, she plans to show you just how much.

Warning: 18+, some Sexual activity at the end, alcohol, swearing (both in english and german),

Note: There are some german sentences here, you will be able to find the translation at the end of the fic, they do not have to be read immediately to understand the plot. They are just an extra

Also, for those hoping for full on smut: sorry, but I can't write that to save my life. So you just get a bit of the beginning here.

Life could be wild sometimes. One day you could discover you can move stuff with your mind, the next you sit in a stolen car together with a russian assassin and a Avenger.

Well, it's not like I had any important plans anyway.

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"Are you sure we are on the right road?". I tried not to roll my eyes at Yelena, too worried she would take it as a insult, she was still scary after all. It had been decided early that I would be the one to drive, it just made the most sense. I had a german ID and drivers licence, and, of course, can speak german. So the police wouldn't be to suspicious, especially since the owner left the papers in the car, so dear uncle Franz just borrowed me the car, at least that was the story we are going with.

"We are on the A9, we have been since we left Berlin. So yes, it's the right road.", I tried not to sound too annoyed. But hearing Kates giggle beside me told me I didn't succeed. "Let her be Yelena, she is our smart saviour, she knows where to go". I tried to not freeze up when Kate touched my arm.

God, I needed to control this crush. It has been 4 months, I should be used to Kate's antics by now.

I looked at a road sign and then back at the clock in the car, there was no way we would reach Munich before midnight, aside from the fact that we need more gas anyway, we still had over 300 kilometers to go.

"I know we said we want to reach that contact as quickly as we can, but I don't really want to drive or go to a gas station when it's pitch black so.... anyone got an idea where to spend the night?". I could see how Yelena was quickly analysing the road signs. I didn't know the whole story, but apparently there are Black Widows basically everywhere, ready to help Yelena out. It's how we managed to live more or less comfortably in Berlin for 4 months, even if we were in hiding. And it was how we found out that there was someone in Munich who could help get in contact with Melina, whoever that was, though Yelena was excited when she heard.

"I know a place".

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"Könnte ich zwei Bier haben?". The barkeeper looked at me, he also looked at Kate behind me for a moment, but then just shrugged, putting two bottles in front of me. They already asked for IDs on the door, not really caring about nationality as long as you were over 18, so there was no reason for the barkeeper to doubt our ages.

"Danke", I put the money on the counter and gave one of the bottles to Kate before pushing myself through the crowds to reach one of tables. Most of the people were either on the dance floor, too drunk to care that the same Schlager song was playing for the third time by now, or standing around in the middle of the room talking to each other. Which meant there were still some free tables.

We reached an empty one at the corner of the room, there were no seats, but we could see most of the room, including the entrance, so it was good to keep lookout for Yelena. I tried not to think about the fact that a few months ago, I would never had to think like that, when everything was still normal. I took the beer from Kate and was holding both of the bottles beneath the table, hiding them as I used my powers to open them.

"Now we just have to wait for Yelena to come back right?". I gave Kate her bottle back, looking at her for the first time since we left the car, really looking at her. And god, I had to hold my breath for a second. The only light in the room was a atmospheric low purple, and GOD how it suited her.

She started smirking at me: "You alright there?". Our hands brushed and I nearly choked. I survived a lot in the last few months, but I really believed Kate would be the death of me. I quickly grabbed my drink, with both hands and tried to look anywhere but in her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Just has been a long day so.. I am a bit tired".

I took a sip, trying not to cringe at the bitterness. Beer has never been my favourite, but it was the cheapest they had here. I heard Kate chuckle: "So bad? I thought germans LOVED beer?". I rolled my eyes, relaxing a little. "Thats a stereotype, what, do you expect me to wear a dirndl too?". "You would look cute in one", she took a sip from her own beer, though clearly not liking it either: "I should get you one, then you have something to wear at avenger events".

I felt my cheeks getting hot, and my head was filled with images of Kate taking me shopping. Of her making me try out clothes and making me show how they looked. Her hands running over my arms, slightly pulling everything in place, before her hands went under the dress and slowly....

I shook my head, unable to say anyhing again or look at her at all. God, I had many thoughts about Kate in the last months, but none had went THAT far.

"Tschuldigung", someone basically fell against our table, with such force that our bottles would have fallen if we weren't holding unto them. The guy looked wasted beyond sense and like he was about to puke. "Brauchen Sie Hilfe?". I catched him by his arm as he was about to fall. "Sie? Gott ich bin alt".

I let go of him when he managed to properly hold himself up on the table, only to feel two strong arms snake around my left arm. I tried to ignore Kate pressing herself against me, though it was hard to, since my whole arm seemed to burn at her touch.

"David? Alles ok?", a girl suddenly appeared from the side, grabbing the guy, David, and helping him stand without holding unto the table. "Es tut mir so leid, ich war kurz weg und habe nicht realisiert wieviel er getrunken hatte". I shrugged: "Keine Sorge, er hat nichts gemacht. Braucht Ihr Hilfe?". She smiled at me widely and shook her head. "Nein, wir kommen klar. Aber danke.". She took a small look at Kate. "Und genießt euer Date, ihr seit süß zusammen". And with that they were gone.

"Date?", Kate chuckled behind me, her hot breath hitting my neck. I didn't react, thinking if I should lie and say it meant something else, though I knew she wouldn't fall for that. "She... said we look cute together", my voice became a whisper at the end of the sentence, losing the small confidence I had left.

"She would be right, you are cute enough for the both of us". Kate walked in front of me, one of her hands slowly caressing my cheek. "Did I ever mention how it sounds nice when you speak in your mother language? It's fascinating, to watch your mouth move when you do."

Did she want me to die?

"Am I interrupting?". Yelenas voice made me push back, hitting the wall with my head in the process, making both her and Kate laugh. "I'm guessing you got us a place to stay?", I asked her, trying not to show my embarrassment. Yelena kept grinning for a moment, looking between me and Kate, like she was planning something. "There are rooms above the disco, we can take them, however there is a little thing you should know beforehand.". I didn't think it would be possible for her shit eating grin to become bigger, but it did. "What is it?"

"There are only two rooms free at the moment, each with one bed. Two of us have to share. "

....

How hard would it be to make Yelenas death look like an accident?

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I tried not to shake as I opened the door, which was extremely hard, since Kate was right behind me and I could feel her eyes swift over my body. I had to stop myself from basically running into the room once I got the door to open. I heard Kate close to door behind me once she followed me in.

Wow.

That's a big bed.

I threw my bag on one of the tablets before turing to Kate, who was staring at me, smiling. It was hard to look her into the eyes, but I kept doing it anyway, trying to figure out her next move.

Why couldn't I get both telekinesis and telepathy?

"Is this our plan for tonight? To have a staring contest?", Kate was walking towards me, coming to a halt right in front of me. Her eyes, for just a moment, went to my lips, before coming back to my eyes. "In that case, you would have lost", I teased, in a poor effort to calm my nerves.

Kate hummed: "Well, I guess you deserve a reward then, don't you?", she seemed to think for a moment: "You should have gotten a reward for saving our lived a while ago, now that I think about it". I just took a moment to think: "You mean?", I made a vague gesture towards the bed behind me. Kate just smiled at me softly, and god, what I would give for her to look at me like that for the rest of my life. "If that's what you want".

I took a moment to get my voice back and to think. God, 4 months, Kate has been flirty with me for 4 months, and I just thought it was a personality trait of hers. We could have gotten here a long time ago.

"Y-Yeah, I do.... want that", my voice became quiet at the end, but Kate seemed to have heard me perfectly. Not wasting any time, her lips were on mine in a instance. Kate was slightly pushing both of us towards the bed, causing me to made a startled noise when I was suddenly sitting on it. Kate used the opportunity to slip her tongue into my mouth.

Could I get two beers?

When we finally parted we had to catch our breaths, Kate was still grinning though. And god, I could die right here, and be happy.

I reached for Kates jeans, but she simply grabbed my wrists and then proceeded to pin me down on the bed, my hands above my head. "Now, didn't we agree that you were getting the reward?", I looked at her slithly confused: "But? Don't you want to-". Kate gave me a quick kiss to shut me up: "Of course, but we do need to sleep at some point", she managed to get rid of my jeans with ease. "And you have more then enough time to pay me back once we are in New York, don't you?".

I couldn't fight the fuzzy feeling I got when she said that, causing me to just smile like an idiot at her.

"Yes, of- of course".

Kate hummed again as she got rid of my panties, smiling like she just won the lottery. "Try not to be to loud sweetheart, Yelena won't let you hear the end of it otherwise". Then her head disappeared between by thighs.

Yelena would definitely be a nuisance tomorrow.

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Translations:

Thanks.

Sorry

Do you need help? (The you here is Sie, which is a more respectful/formal use of you in german)

You? God, I am old.

David? Everything alright?

I am so sorry, I was gone for a bit and I hadn't realised how much he had drunk

Don't worry, he didn't do anything. Do you need help?

No, we can handle it, but thank you!

And have fun on your date, you two are cute together!

#kate bishop x reader #Kate bishop #marvel imagine

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notafraidofredyellowandblue · 7 months

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Today I watched RBB Kultur (a TV magazine about cultural stuff and events in Berlin and Brandenburg) and they featured a Band called Husten that I'm pretty sure was also in Flake's podcast (about remarkable bandnames iirc). And it brought back again what we are going to miss out on. I had still hopes that Paul will appear more often with some stuff. And I'm sure that we would have had so much articles and stuff coming with their 30 years anniversary and I mean also really good thoughtful stuff about their topics (lgbt, right-wing, poetry etc.) and history and so on. Now if we get sth it will always be revolving around the standard old rich guy obsessively fucking as many nameless young women as possible which nobody wants to glorify as peak of success anymore these days. Actually it would have been a nice subject for a Rammstein song - like a sarcastic take on the pathetic ridiculousness of it. But that would maybe have hit too close to home to be outspoken about it. Sorry for sounding bitter about this but sometimes when it comes to mind again I feel just so disappointed, sad and mad. Especially with how unresolved it still feels.

You are right, in his podcast about Remarkable bandnames 'Husten' was played 🌺 (for the non-german readers, it means 'to cough').

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I too regret that we don't get the podcast anymore (at least officially it's still just 'on hold', but to be honest i don't know what would need to change for it being back on...and i wonder if Flake feels comfortable still doing a podcast in the style that he did, with his selfdepreciating humor when looking back on 'the old days', because i feel now everything is being looked from the 'sexual assault' point of view). Apart from his podcast, his partner at the bookreadings has also distanced herself publicly, so everything Flake had built for himself, as a separate career outside of Rammstein seems to have tumbled down 🥺

I agree that it does feel unresolved, i think we didn't even get a closure statement from Rammstein's legal team (which was separate from Till's), apart from a few lines in articles that they had retracted (like the band going to the Kit Kat club, which the other 5 guys denied, and that line had to be removed from the article), but nothing really definitive.

Maybe the band waited for formal cases to be brought to court, which never happened, and the new tour and Rammstore opening up again are their way of saying they moved on, and other than that they will stick with the 'never complain, never explain' mantra 🌺

As they say where i live 'a good name arrives by foot, and leaves on horseback', and Rammstein wasn't that popular with many media outlets in the first place, especially in Germany itself, but i too had hoped the 30 year anniversary would see a bit of a bit of reconciliation, and for Rammstein to get the credit they deserve, but i'm not getting my hopes up anymore; that seems pretty much off the table 🌺

I wouldn't be surprised though if Rammstein do find energy in the situation and make a song or similar about it; in a way it may be annoying that after 30 years they still have to defend themselves against things (in early years different kinds of accusations, like being right wing, and now this), but they always thrived on annoying people, and aggravating the media, and i wouldn't be surprised if that's still very much in them 🌺

Never think Rammstein is beaten...six men marriage has weathered tougher situations and always overcame them ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#rammbling

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just-miru · 2 months

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You've been pocoed

To unpoco yourself you have to post some songs you like in any language for him to steal.

If you don't do this he will steal all the blankets and pillows inside your house.

first of all, i do not wanna be unpoco'd

second of all, here's some silly tunes :3

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anatolia - pentagram + (ft. șebnem ferah) - neat turkish song!!

durma - șebnem ferah | another neat turkish song

yalnız - șebnem ferah | the silly. again- acesta a fost primul cântecel de al dânsei de l-am ascultat!! tanti șebnem are multe cântece jemkere recomand cu încredere 😼🤟

sidi arbi - znous | neat arabic song

call my name - beyond the black | (flashing tw) very neat english song by a german band

od - șebnem ferah | this song.. her voice is so,, GRRRRRRRRRRRRR IM EXPLODING WHENEVER I LISTEN TO IT!!! this is the last one of hers i promise-

tamta dziewczyna - sylwia grzeszczak | neat polish song

drink - alestorm | pirate metal. ff jmek 😼🤟

alestorm - alestorm

fellows of the hammer - wind rose | dwarf metal. ff jmek de asemenea 😼🤟

diggy diggy hole - wind rose

and these are the sillies that came to mind. hope you enjoy em 😼👍

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evangelinelilysworld · 5 months

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Star Crossed Lovers

Robert Zussman x Female Reader

Agent Falcon, you are on a special mission which means that you are a spy trying to collect intel on the German soldiers. Your mission is to be with the 1st Infantry Division. Stay with them and you will be fine. Oh, also this mission will have to be dealt with care, seeing that you will have a partner to have your back at all the times. You have to have a partner with you Agent Falcon so try to back out of this. Just get the brief case from Heinrich and then get out. That is all you have to do. Be on your best behavior and don't get caught up in your partner's charm. Good luck, Agent Falcon.

Warnings: Fluffy, Smut, mild cursing, she/her pronouns used, possessiveness, mentions of blood, cleaning and bandaging a wound, breeding kink, slow burn, P in V, Porn with a plot, no protection

Song: Melting By Kali Uchis

Author's Note: Hello! This part two of the Zussman x Female Reader. I tried to stick close to the game story as much as possible but then I kind of got caught up in kind of putting my own spin on it. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy! Let me know if I left out any warnings! Happy Holidays!

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Part 2:

"You're back already? I thought that your debriefing would have taken longer than that." Zussman looks up from where he is sitting at the table. Twirling his knife around in his fingers make you wonder what those fingers would feel like on you. "What's wrong?" You shake your head trying to get your head out of the gutter.

"Nothing, I just I didn't have good meeting with Lieutenant Turner or Sargent Pierson for that matter." Zussman stands up and makes his way over to you, sheathing his knife. When he gets close to you, he takes your hand and kisses it. You are momentarily frozen as he takes your other hand kisses too. When he leans in that's when you can smell the liquor on his breath. You take a step back making him look at you with confusion. "You're drunk and hurt. I need to take a look at your wound."

"How do you know that I'm drunk and hurt?" You walk over to where your medicine bag and bring it to the table. You motion for him to sit down as go back to grab one of the liquor bottles. When you come back you see him track your movements. You feel heat rise to your neck and other parts of your body. You pull up another chair and sit down getting your supplies ready when you realize that this will be the first time you see Zussman shirtless. The butterflies in your stomach start up, making your whole body go up in temperature. You clear your throat as you try to get the butterflies to stop moving.

"I… uh, need you to take off your shirt. I need to see how bad the wound is." Zussman's lips tilt up in a smirk. He gets up and takes off the t-shirt that was clinging to his muscles before. You try to advert your eyes, but your eyes seem to have a mind of their own as they stay on his chiseled chest and abs. You track every muscle and every scar you see on his chest before traveling lower and seeing the red happy trail of hair. Your eyes take everything they can before finally landing on the wound that looks inflamed. You look away as you feel Zussman stare at you with amusement. "You can sit down now." He huffs out a laugh.

"Is that what you want me to do, Princess? Or do you want me to do something very different then sit down?" You feel the blush creep up your neck further.

"Zussman, please sit down." He throws his hand up in defense. When he sits down you hand him your canteen and some bread you had left in your bag. "This is water and food. You need to eat and drink water because I need you at least a little sober." He just sits there staring at you as you get clean cloth from your bag. "What?" He shakes his head.

"Nothing, it's just good to see you again, Falcon. How have you been?" You smile a little as you can see the nervous boy from your childhood return to the soldier that is sitting right next to you. "Why are you laughing at me?" You bite your lip to keep the laughter from spilling out.

"I'm not! I just think that it's cute that you care about how I've been. That's all." You see that smile that use to brighten up your day. You feel your heart stutter at the sight of it again. "I need to ask you some questions, ok?" He holds his hand telling you can ask away. "When did you get this wound?" You start analyzing it and see that it's not infected yet, but it will be soon if you don't clean it really good and bandage it up.

"It was a while ago. Can I ask you a question now?" You try to concentrate on cleaning his wound not on the nerves. You look up at him and nod your head.

"Why did you leave Chicago?" Your hands stop moving as you hear Zussman's tone. He's hurt that you left him. After all these years? There really was no staying in Chicago after your parents got a new job in Germany. Plus, your father was from there, so it just made since. And even if you could have stayed in Chicago you had no money to support yourself or any life skills yet. You resume working on cleaning his wound as you focus on what to say.

"My father got job over there as a spy for America. They thought since he was German he could spy in on the Germans and no one would bat an eye. Which lead to me doing the very same. It just made more sense to move over there because my father used to live there. Even if I could have stayed in Chicago, I wouldn't have had any money to support me or a job. I didn't have any life skills yet, so I had to move with them." Zussman blows out a breath like he's working up the courage to say something.

"I thought of you every single day after you left. Do you know that? Every day I would think about you the one that was with me everyday and then all of the sudden you weren't. I tried writing to you but I could never put my words onto paper." Your breath hitches as you finish up cleaning his wound and now wrapping it. You try not to look at his eyes because you know that of you do there won't be going back. "Do you want hear something?" You keep quiet as you wrap his wound. "I had the biggest crush on you ever since we were little kids. Even when you left, I tried dating, but no one compared to you. No one, y/n." You feel your heart pick up speed as you cut the bandage and finish tending to his wound. "You are still one of the prettiest girls I have ever seen, y/n." When your done you set everything back in your bag trying to not look at Zussman. You feel him lean over and touch your hand. "I need you to look at me, y/n." Your breath starts coming in quickly as he slowly turns you around and tilt your chin up making you look in his deep green eyes. "That wasn't so hard now, was it?" You lips tilt up. "Say something, y/n." You two scoot closer together as he starts leaning closer to you.

"I had a crush on you too, Zussman. And the day that I left I wanted to run away and go to you." He groans and presses his lips to yours. The kiss starts off gentle then progresses into something more hungry and more urgent.

"I thought about marrying you, y/n. Did you know that? When I was old enough I was going to marry you." He breaks the kiss to mumble that into your neck as his lips make their way down it. "And do you want to know the first thing I thought when I saw you again?" You let out a breathy moan as he continues. "I thought, "I have finally found my soulmate." And this time I am not going to let you get away from me." He starts unbuttoning your uniform, pulling you closer so you can wrap your legs around his waist. Your hands explore his chest and abs, memorizing the scars and contours of his torso. You want to ingrain he does into your brain so that you never forget it. You feel him shiver at your touch as he lifts you and takes you to a part of the building you never saw before. You would ask where he's taking you but with him sucking on your pulse it's kind of hard to focus. "You think too loud, my love. We are going to a private area in the house so that I am the only one that can see you naked. Because if any of these soldiers see anything of yours, I am going to have to kill them." Your breathing quickens as the possessiveness comes out in Zussman. This is side of him that you haven't seen and if he keeps talking like that you might just tear off both of your clothes to speed along this process. Zussman puts you down gently on a cot that looks to be in the very back of the house. His kisses continue going lower and lower making their way to your collarbone and stopping at your bra. Zussman looks up at you looking offended."This is in my way, Princess. So do you mind if I rip it in half?" You try to get control of your breathing as you sound like you ran a marathon to answer his question. When you finally do get control of your breathing it's too late to answer his question because he has already ripped it in half.

"Zussman, that was the only one I brought here with me." He smiles as he sees you pout your lips.

"I think you should thank me, Princess. That contraption was too tight anyway. Plus, I will buy you as many as you want, but for right now I just want to see you comfortable and be able to breathe." You couldn't argue with him, because he was right that bra was uncomfortable, and you didn't see any use of keeping it on. When moves the straps off of your arms he starts taking your uniform off to see more of you. Once he takes off your uniform, he just stares at you. Starting to feel self-conscious you try to cover up when he stops you. "Don't hide from me, Princess. Didn't you hear what I said earlier? You are by far the prettiest girl I have ever seen. That statement was true back in the dining room and it's still true now. You have nothing to be ashamed of, my love." He moves your hands off your breast as he kisses you. His tongue tracing your lips until you let him in. Both of you fight for dominance as he messages one of your breasts as the other hand goes to unzip your skirt. Once he removes your skirt completely all is left is your underwear and his pants. You reach for his belt when he nips at your lips then sucking on them to soothe them. You can't help but let out a moan as he tries distracting you from trying to take care of him. His lips make their way back down your throat and back down your chest. Stopping to take a one of your breasts into his mouth. You can't help but claw at his back as he tortures you with his mouth. When he's done, he does the same to the other one giving them the same treatment. His hands explore every part on your body as he continues to suck on your breast. His hands dip to your waist, slowly pulling down your panties until they are off of you. His hand comes to hold yours as the other one goes to take off his belt. His thumb rubs circles on your palm as his mouth continues to lick and suck your patience away.

"Zussman, please." He finishes taking off his pants as his lips leave your breast and captures yours in a hungry kiss. His hand is still in yours as the other one starts to make its way to the throbbing in-between your legs. His fingers slide in and out of you making you tighten around his fingers.

"Shit, Princess. I need you to stop squeezing my fingers or I won't be able to control myself. If you keep doing that, I might just fill you up with my babies. I would love to see your belly swell up with my kid." He groans that in your ear, nibbling on your lobe. You feel so close to release and start trying to move your hips to match the speed of his fingers. When he pulls his fingers out of you; you go to protest when he puts the fingers that were just in you on your bottom lip. His fingers traces your lips then once he's satisfied, he licks your lips clean. He groans as he tastes you on your lips. "I don't think I can wait until marriage to fill you up with my babies, Princess. I think I might do that right now." His gravelly voices vibrates against your skin making you hum in the sensation. "Which one do want to happen first, Princess? To be filled with our kid or to be married first?" He takes a strand of hair that has fallen in your face and looks at. Like he's pondering what your kids will look like. His eyes shine with love and affection as he looks back at you. He takes your hand that is clasped in his and kisses each knuckle you think about your answer.

"I want to be the mother of your kid first, Robert Zussman. Then we can get married." You see his eyes glaze over in lust. You can see the war in his mind as he says,

"People will talk. A baby out of wedlock is a big gossip if word gets out." You nod your head and then take his hand and kiss each knuckle, copying what he did to you. You feel like your heart might explode with happiness.

"Yes, but who cares. I will have you and your baby and that's all I need." He cups your face in his hands and kisses your lips gently. It's like this new thing openned up between you two. It's like this new type of rawness and emotion that makes this moment more special. "Y/n Zussman has a good ring to it don't you think?" He bites your shoulder as a loud groan makes its way out of his mouth. His hand that isn't in yours goes inbetween you two. He pumps himself a couple times as his lips go to kiss your nose, your eyes, anywhere he can find he leaves little chaste kisses. He lays you down further on the cot and crawls ontop of you, linning himself with your entrance. He pauses before he does anything. He looks you in your eyes and asks,

"Are you sure you want this? I mean everything I say right now, y/n. I want to be your husband and I want you to be my wife. I want us to have as many children as you want. I want a life with you, y/n. If you don't want that then I need you to tell me what you really want." You touch his face and trace his nose and lips. Admiring what you have waited so long to have.

"Robert Zussman, I want everything with you. I want to have a family with you. I want to be your wife. I am not going to leave you ever again unless you come with me. That is if you want to." He smothers you in kisses until you giggle like a little schoolgirl.

"I would follow you to the ends of the earth, my love." He kisses you as he slowly enters you. His rythm starts off slow until you wrap your legs around him more tightly, making him hit a deeper angle. You bite his shoulder to keep from screaming as you feel how big he is. He pulls your mouth off of his shoulder and whispers,

"Don't hide those pretty sounds from me, Princess. Let the whole camp know who you belong to. Let them know who makes you feel this way." You bite your lip so hard you taste blood until you feel Zussman's tongue sucking your lips soothing your bitten lip like he did earlier. HIs pace starts to quicken as you both feel closer to release. "Princess, I want us to release at the same time, ok?" You nod your head unable to form words. You both are so close that you start to see stars as Zussman starts thrusting faster. His lips are back on yours as you both muffle each other's moans. You both fall off of the edge and start to come down from the high, feeling Zussman coat your walls as he stays inside of you as he collapses on you. Holding himself by his arms as he tries not to smother you. Once you two are able to breathe normally your hands wind their way into his soft, mud caked hair. You feel hot and sweaty but you could careless about that right now as you have not stopped smiling. Zussman lifts his head off of your chest and looks at you with a big smile on his lips that probably mirrored yours.

"I have something to give you." Zussman says as he reaches into the nightstand next to his cot, pulling out a small velvet box. He pulls you onto his lap as he looks at you with love and adoration. "I have been waiting for this moment ever since we were kids, y/n. Ever since I saw you and talked to you, I realized that you would be the one for me." Your heart stops as he lifts up the top of the velvet box revealing a single diamond ring along with a wedding band. "I won this one day playing five finger fillet. This guy had bet me I couldn't do it five times in five seconds, and, well he lost but he was good sport about it. Apparently, this ring was blessed so that whoever has it will have a happy marriage. I know this isn't a fancy proposal-" You cut him off by kissing as you start getting tears in your eyes. After you pull away he asks, "I'm guessing that's a yes?" You nod your head.

"Of course, it's a yes, Zussman!" Takes your hand and slides the rings on your finger. He kisses you again, making you feel like your heart might actually explode. When he lays you back down on the cot, he looks at you with happiness and a playful look in his eyes.

"So, Mrs. Zussman, are you ready for round two?" You put your finger on your chin, pretending to think about it.

"I think I am, Mr. Zussman."

#Robert Zussman x Reader #Robert Zussman x Female Reader #Robert Zussman smut #Robert Zussman x y/n #CODWW2

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random-writer-23 · 1 year

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Happy Accident (Steve Harrington x F reader)

A/N: Hello my lovelies! Welcome to my first stranger things Oneshot, sorry if I didn't get the character writing exactly right once I get used to writing for these characters I'll probably get better at that characterization. This was also supposed to be way longer than it actually was, but I cut off half of it and am most likely just going to make a part 2 for this. If y'all want a part 2 that is. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and as usual, all likes, comments, reblogs, and follows are welcome and greatly appreciated. Happy reading!

Requested: No Warnings: the reader gets hit by a car, takes place when nancy dumped steve, canonical inaccuracies. Word count: 4,305

I yawned opening my eyes slowly as my dog whined into my ear pawing at my arm softly. "what, what I'm up I'm up" I told her giving her a pat on the head, to which she responded with enthusiastic tail wagging and a happy spin. I sat up on the couch where I had apparently fallen asleep, my gaze shifted from my dog to the tv where the ending scene for Grease was playing. I looked back at my German Sheppard who had sat herself next to my feet and was gazing up at me. "What? What do you want? Huh, baby?" I asked her taking her head into my hands, "you want some food?" I watched her ears perk up at the question and smiled, "and then what about a nice long walk?" She gave a bark at that and I looked at the clock, only 1 pm I could spare time for a long walk. Getting up off the couch I hit rewind to rewind the tape in the player and headed off to the kitchen to get my dog some food. She followed happily and barely let me move out the way of her bowl before diving into her food. I laughed returning to the living room and taking the VHS out of the player and putting it back in the case. Wandering off to my room I changed into some more comfortable walking clothes while waiting for (d/n) to finish eating. Her excited yips coming up the stairs alerted me she was done and she wanted her walk now. Putting my shoes on, I watched as (d/n) pushed my bedroom door open with her nose. "Okay okay, I'm coming!" I grabbed my walkman and my favorite tape and ushered her out of my room. "c'mon girl let's go" I patted my thigh and she came bounding towards me. I quickly grabbed her leash and hooked her up before locking the front door behind me. "all right (d/n) where to?" Her only response was taking off down the street insistently pulling me along behind her. I gave a gentle tug on her leash to signal she knows she's not supposed to pull and waved to my neighbor.

"Hi Mrs. Turnpike" I yelled to the elderly lady knitting on her porch, she looked up from her knitting and smiled at me.

"Oh hello (y/n) dear, how are you?" She asked loudly with a smile.

"I'm good just taking (d/n) out for a walk, how about yourself?" I asked politely, stopping to face her.

"oh you know how it is, suns out but I'm still old" She shrugged and I laughed, "you have a good walk dearie, be careful!" She warned

"I will, Mrs. Turnpike, see you later" I replied as (d/n) started pulling me again. Down the road and towards the school before she completely turned around and headed towards the woods. I put my headphones on and hit play on my tape music filling my ears as I followed after (d/n). I hummed along to the song playing as (d/n) turned off the main road and onto a side road in the direction of the deeper woods. I didn't mind walking through these parts since it was still pretty light outside. We walked down the side road for a while before (d/n) got spooked and bolted pulling the leash out of my hand and running into the trees. I yelled her name to get her to come back and turned around to see what had scared her but was met with a loud screech of tires, a thump, and pain flaring in my body before I descended into darkness.

When I finally came to I heard a panicked voice trying to coax me awake.

"shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, hey wake up, please wake up, please don't be dead, Jesus Christ, I'm so sorry, please don't be dead" It was the voice of a man speaking frantically and much too quick for my groggy brain. "hey open your eyes, please open your eyes," the man said and I obliged. My eyelids felt heavy and I was suddenly aware of how bad my body hurt. "oh thank god, that's it eyes open c'mon" he kept talking and the world came into focus. I tried to sit up but pain exploded along my torso and I groaned.

"Ow" I groaned wincing, and I looked at the man he was handsome, but he pushed me back so I was laying down.

"no, no don't try and sit up, you're hurt, shit I'm so sorry," He told me in a much calmer tone than before.

"Yeah, I realize that Christ my head hurts" I replied laying my head back down on the ground, but was met with the man's hand on the back of my head to soften it. "What happened?" I asked closing my eyes again and trying to ignore the pounding in my head.

The man cleared his throat before responding "I uh, may have accidentally hit you with my car" he mumbled sheepishly "I mean thankfully I wasn't going fast enough to kill you right?" He gave a nervous laugh and cleared his throat again "I was able to stop before then so, and I don't think you have any broken bones? Nothing looks out of place. Anything feel wrong?"

"Yeah I just got hit by a car" I responded sharply as I brought my arm up to cover my eyes.

"Good point" he responded "I shou-"

"MY DOG WHERES MY DOG" I interrupted him quickly. And ignoring all my brain's signals to stop moving tried to sit up. "I was walking my dog where is she?" I asked

"Woah Woah Woah careful," he said placing his hand on my back to help me sit up. "I don't know where your dog went but I sent my friend to find him." He explained as I held my aching head.

"Her, her name is (d/n) and she won't follow your friend if she's never met them" I explained "I have to find her" I tried standing up only to have my knees buckle below me and the man rush to support me.

"I told you careful, Jesus Christ, okay uh well you obviously need to get to a hospital, you're in no shape to go looking for your dog in the woods" he responded turning his head to look towards the trees. He gave a shrill and very loud whistle "Dustin!" I cringed his yell only amplifying my headache.

"Ow my ears" I complained and his head turned back towards me quickly.

"Shit sorry" he responded as someone who I assumed was his friend 'Dustin ' came stomping through the trees grumbling.

"Steve we don't have fucking time for this!" He grumbled before noticing me being held up by the man who I now knew was Steve.

"Dustin yes we do have time for this! I just hit her with my fucking car, dart and your stupid code red can wait!" Steve argued back to the boy who huffed.

"Well I couldn't find the dog" he responded talking mainly to Steve but making brief eye contact with me as well.

"Yeah, I figured" I interjected, "she's a smart dog, but she won't have gone far" I responded clinging to Steve tighter to support myself as I tried to step forward wincing and risking a glance down at the side of my leg I saw it was all scraped up and bleeding. Looking at my arm I saw it was the same way, most likely from when I hit the ground. Placing my hand on my side I took a deep breath before trying to take another step toward the trees.

"No, no, absolutely not," Steve said, holding me back from walking any further with his support.

"I'm fine, I have to find (d/n)" I mumbled, to Steve who stood shaking his head.

"Fine but you're not taking another step, we'll find your dog, I promise" He sounded sincere enough for me to trust him, so I nodded my agreement. "alright you said your dog's name was (d/n)?" He asked. I nodded yes. "okay will she come if you yell for her?"

"If she's close enough she might" I was hesitant with my reply, mainly worrying about how far away she is.

"Okay um, well try calling for her a couple of times, see if my first aide kit is in my car" Steve ordered keeping his attention on me.

"(D/N)! C'mere girl!" I yelled trying to ignore how it made my head pound. "(D/N!) C'mere!" I shouted again giving a whistle as well.

"alright don't strain yourself" Steve glanced around the surrounding trees to see if she came running through the trees. "Dustin got that first aide kit?" He asked briefly turning away from me to look at his friend. The boy grumbled again and shut the trunk, walking back towards us with a big first aide kit in his hand. "excellent, alright uh, um, um what's your, uh what's your name?" He asked hesitantly, helping me up to sit on the hood of his car.

"(Y/n)" I replied watching him grab the first aide kit from Dustin. I decided to call for (d/n) again. Whistling loudly "(d/n), c'mere girl!" I looked around the trees while Dustin glared holes into the back of Steve's head, Steve on the other hand was focused only on me. He cleaned the scrapes on my arms and legs apologizing when I hissed at the burning. After he made sure all the blood was off and my wounds wouldn't get infected, he took my hand and stretched my arm out so he could wrap it up. Under any other circumstances, I would've blushed at the proximity to a cute guy, and thrown up at the thought of being taken care of by one, but I was too worried about finding my dog to let my brain fully divulge in that scenario.

"Jesus christ Steve will you hurry up, what about a code red situation do you not understand" Dustin grumbled walking closer to us to see what he was doing.

"Dustin shut up, (y/n) call for your dog again" Steve responded ignoring Dustin's previous comment, as I once again called for my dog. We settled back into silence, well as silent as we could be with Dustin grumbling about wasting precious time, as Steve started wrapping up my leg as well.

"So what's this code red?" I asked curiously, watching the boys pass a look to each other.

"oh it's nothing, nothing at all" Dustin assured me hurriedly, while Steve rolled his eyes at the boy. And gave the rest of me a once over to make sure I didn't have any more open wounds. "you should, uh call for your dog again..." Dustin continued making his way over to the passenger seat.

"(D/N)" I yelled again knowing it was probably useless, "if she hasn't come by now after hearing me yell for her I don't think she's nearby," I said with a frown. Steve hums in agreement as he presses the back of his hand to my forehead.

"Jesus Steve, you gonna kiss her better too? hurry the hell up!" Dustin said impatiently, I chuckled at Dustin's comment and looked up at Steve questioningly and he stared back for a moment, before clearing his throat, pulling his hand away, and looking away from my face, mumbling something. I was sure my eyes were playing tricks on me but I could have sworn I saw a faint blush on his cheeks. Dustin came back around to the front of the car and smacked steve on the shoulder.

"I'm gonna try calling for (d/n) one more time" I warned and they both nodded turning their attention to the woods. "(D/n)! Come here, please. (D/n)!" And that's when we heard it the most beautiful sound I have ever heard, the excited yips of my dog. I looked at the boys my face lighting up and I hopped off the car completely forgetting how sore I was, and almost fell to the floor, once again ending up being held up by Steve. "Nice catch," I said to Steve before immediately turning my attention back to calling my dog, "(D/n!)" I called and once again heard her barks closer this time.

"They came from there I think," Dustin remarked pointing in the direction we heard the barks from. I continued calling her moving forward towards her barks Steve not letting go of me for a second. It was only a few minutes later that we saw her come jumping through the bushes and trees. I sighed in relief, smiling when she ran up to me tail wagging and licking my ankles, before noticing the strangers at my side and becoming wary of our company, standing to face the strangers with her fur raised.

"It's okay (D/n) you can say hi," I said as Dustin kneeled down in front of her holding out his hand, she crept towards him sniffing his hand before letting him pet her, then turning her attention to steve she sniffed him before her tail started wagging and she pawed at his pant leg, circling around the three of us excitedly before Dustin picked up her leash and handed it to me.

"Alright well it's been a pleasure, but we have to get going" He spoke to me and gave Steve a pointed look.

"Dustin man we can't just leave her here in the middle of nowhere" Steve frowned at the younger boy, who let out an exasperated sigh.

"But we-her-Dart-code red- i- ughhhhh" He gave in eventually, "okay well where do we take her?" Dustin asked as if I couldn't hear them anymore.

"uhh, maybe my house?" I responded bluntly.

"you have someone there that can take care of you?" Steve asked concerned.

"uhh well, my dad works until late so he won't be home for a while" I explained pausing.

"and your mom?" Dustin questioned impatiently.

"Well, she uh passed away..." I responded slowly, and both their jaws dropped, as they started mumbling apologies, which I only waved away. 'no no it's fine it was a while ago" I replied.

"Okay well, um you okay with going to the hospital?" Steve asked.

"No no no no no no" Dustin interjected, "that'll take way too long Steve, how many times do I have to say CoDe RED."

"Okay fine then she comes with us Dustin cause I'm not gonna leave her alone, just cause you have a code red" Steve responded starting to get angry.

"god damnit Steve fine" Dustin responded with a glare thrown towards me, and Steve started pulling me back to the car, my dog following happily along behind us. Steve eased me into the passengers seat, I picked up a bouquet of roses off the seat and smelled them. Steve gave the flowers a pained look so I put them in the backseat. Dustin protested greatly to having to sit in the backseat, until (d/n) climbed onto the seat next to him, and laid her head across his lap. He begrudgingly started petting her. I quickly fell asleep and only awoke to steve shaking me telling me that we arrived, at apparently Dustin's house.

"alright Steve get your bat," Dustin said casually getting out of the car and instructing (D/n) to stay in the car. I looked at Dustin questioningly, then gave an Identical look to Steve who shrugged sheepishly and got out, and went to his trunk. I also climbed out of the car, leaning against it to gain some balance, unsupported. Steve huffed at me but I waved him away as Dustin led us around the back of his house, I limped after the boys, Steve walking extra slow to keep an eye on me while swinging his bat casually. We got to the back of Dustin's house in one piece, and he pointed steve towards the cellar door. "He's in there Steve, you need to kill it"

"I'm sorry what?!?!?" I screeched, moving a couple of steps back only then noticing the end of Steves bat was covered in nails. Dustin glanced at me, as Steve opened the doors prepared to swing at whatever was down there. Dustin came to stand in front of me in an almost protective stance, as I stared at both boys horrified, but unable to leave. Steve stepped further into the cellar keeping his bat at the ready as he looked around.

"Holy shit" we heard Steve say from in the cellar.

"what? what is it," Dustin asked.

"he's not down here, but something else is" Steve replied, as Dustin hurried down the steps to see what Steve was talking about, and against my better Judgement I followed behind him. At a much slower pace of course, when I got down there my hand flew to my mouth in shock, dangling from the end of Steve's baseball bat was what looked like the shedded skin of a giant lizard.

"what the fuck is that!" I said loudly backing up away from steve and his bat, I was ignored by both boys as they spoke amongst themselves.

"He molted again," Dustin told steve touching the gross skin, Steve hummed in agreement making a face when Dustin touched the skin.

"and look Dustin, now we know why he's not down here" Steve pointed to a giant hole in the wall, a tunnel that led somewhere off in the distance, barely big enough for a large dog to fit in.

"We gotta find him before he grows any bigger" Dustin looked at Steve and Steve nodded in agreement tossing the skin into a corner of the room and wiping the nails of his bat dry.

"Can one of you please tell me what's going on? What the hell is that skin from, who are you trying to kill?" I spoke quietly but frantically my voice hoarse and on the verge of tears. Steve gave Dustin his bat and hurried to my side rubbing my back, to calm me down. The boys looked at each other and had what seemed like a silent conversation with each other, this went on for a little while before I stepped away from Steve's hold and faced the boys. "If you guys don't tell me what's going on and who you're trying to kill I'll have no choice but to go to the police," I told them my voice wobbly from tears. Steve gave Dustin a pointed look at this, and Dustin threw his hands in the air.

"Fine fine go ahead and tell her, I don't care" Dustin moved over to the tunnel in the wall while Steve took my arm and sat me down on a bench.

"Okay so everything I'm about to tell you is going to sound insane, but it's all true, I swear on my incredibly good hair" He started and I nodded slowly.

Steve took his sweet time explaining everything to me, with Dustin occasionally jumping in with details that Steve didn't completely know about, and together they filled me in on the whole unbelievable story, starting from when Dustin's friend Will disappeared, to them finding the girl with superpowers, to the weird lab, to the other dimension and all its monsters, until this very moment, sitting in Dustin's Cellar, looking for a monster dog thing named Dart that ate Dustin's cat.

"This is fucking insane and unbelievable, and completely crazy you guys know that right? I don't 100% believe you but that skin is not from any creature I've ever seen so your story may have some truth to it" I stood up and started pacing, back and forth both boys keeping their eyes on me expectantly. "I can't believe I'm saying this but Fuck it, I believe you guys." The boys' faces lit up at this and I cut them off "but BUT if I find out that this was just one elaborate prank I will let (D/n) bite you guys, and rip you limb from limb do you understand me" my eyes flickered between both boys and they nodded solemnly. "Good, glad we're clear on that, now... how do we find Dart? That's his name right?" Dustin nodded as Steve stood up and brought our attention to him.

"oh no no no no sweetheart you are not going anywhere or finding anything," Steve said stepping towards me and looking down at me, Dustin and I stared at each other and then back at Steve flabbergasted.

"what do you mean? You can't just tell me all that information and expect me not to want to join in on the hunt!" I replied and Dustin sprung up from his chair and came to stand next to me signifying he was on my side.

"no no, I'm not letting you get hit by a car and fight some monsters within the same day." Steve said crossing his arms.

"Steve we really do need all the help we can get with fighting these things" Dustin pointed out helpfully

"yeah, yeah, I bet you do, plus you guys already lost this guy once which proves how exceptionally bad you are at this."

"nu-uh don't rope me in with him, HE put this thing in his cellar, and HE lost it and dragged me to come to clean up his mess, I was just trying to give flowers t-" he paused and gave me a quick glance before cutting himself off "what I was doing isn't important, point is its HIS fault" Steve replied jabbing Dustin in the chest.

"ow hey, I tried," Dustin said sheepishly, and I threw my arm around the young boy and squeezed his shoulder.

"yeah STEVE he's just a kid! you expect him to fight these things on his own" I said defensively, to which Dustin nodded.

"I what I uh FINE FINE you can come with us, but if you die don't blame me!" Steve sighed as Dustin and I cheered. "So how are we gonna find Dart?" Steve asked and we stood in contemplative silence for a minute, until Dustin spoke up.

"hey (y/n) how good at tracking is your dog?" Dustin asked glancing toward the molten skin.

"I'd say probably pretty good, she's a german Sheppard and the police use them to detect stuff all the time so. I mean she's never been properly trained to track stuff but I can try to give her some basic commands." I said with a shrug, as a devilish grin spread across Dustin's face.

"Perfect, steve go get her" Dustin ordered and Steve marched off to get my dog from his car.

"Guys come on up!" Steve shouted and I slowly made my way up the stairs while Dustin went to get Dart's shedded skin. Exiting the Cellar I realized how dark it was.

"I'm not taking (d/n) into the woods when it's dark just telling you now, especially now that I know there are monsters on the loose," I told them straight out, and Steve leaned against his car as Dustin shoved darts old skin in a bucket.

"But we have to find Dart!" Dustin protested looking to steve for backup, but Steve put his hands up.

"I agree with her Dustin, it's too late and too dangerous to be out in the woods at night looking for Dart, plus (y/n) should rest a little, and you should too. Go inside, go to bed I'll pick you up tomorrow and we'll come up with a plan." Steve ordered pointing to Dustin's front door, and Dustin turned around trudging towards the door slowly. I turned to Steve nervously.

"So want me to take you home for the night?" Steve asked as I moved towards him leaning up against his car next to him. I was quiet for a moment, as I looked over my wrapped arm and leg. so Steve turned to look at me "(Y/n)?" I brought myself back to focus and answered.

"I don't really think I want my dad seeing me like this in the morning, 'cause then he'll start asking a bunch of questions and stuff. If I can get to a phone though I can call a friend and stay at their house tonight" I responded reaching through the open window to pet (d/n) Steve nodded and stayed silent for a moment, before speaking.

"You uh, you could just spend the night at my place if you want?" He asked looking away from me. "I mean you totally don't have to or whatever but like the offer is there." He rushed the words out, his voice faltering towards the end of his sentence.

"I mean sure, but won't your parents mind the intrusion," I asked keeping my eyes on my feet.

He laughed dryly "ha I doubt they're even home, the place is pretty much empty most days except for me"

"oh, I'm sorry" I patted his arm gently and (d/n) gave his elbow a small kiss, which made him smile.

"Nah Nah not your fault, so have you made your decision?" he asked "wanna spend the night at the old casa de Harrington" He joked lightly.

"sure why not" I gave him a small smile, as he pushed himself off the side of the car and walked around to the driver's seat, I climbed into the passenger's seat and gave a quick glance back at Dustin's house, where I saw him peeking at us through his blinds. I laughed and gave him a small wave and he closed the blinds as Steve drove off.

--To be continued?--

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