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andydrysdalerogers · 4 months

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Yours Submissively ~ Consequences

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: I was guilt tripped into posting this. For the record, I wasn't going to abandon you on the last part. But after this post, we have just four parts left. Eek!

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Previous: Devious

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Four months later…

Steve walked down to the cells, lost in thought. He looked tired, deep in his emotions. Dressed in all black as he had been for months, he brought down a small package with him, a gift for an old friend. As he walked through the empty cells, he thought back through his life. How one person changed his life. As he approached the final cell, he sighed. “Hello Sharon.”

“Steve! I didn’t think you would visit me.” Sharon Carter looked dirty, tired, her blonde hair dull and flat. She had been in the cell for four months, stood trial and found guilty of treason and attempted murder. She had planned Belle’s demise and now she would pay for it tomorrow with her life.

Beck had left details of his plans and the players, all but sealing their fate when they were captured. It was the little solace that Steve found that justice had somewhat been served. This was the final piece. This person, not even a woman, had ended his hopes of a peaceful life. “I brought you something.”

“A present for my execution. How curious.” Sharon looked at the man she loved with sorrow. He was in pain, mourning. “I could help you feel good,” she said with a sly smile.

“Only my wife could do that,” Steve snarled at her. “You are getting what you deserve.”

“I wouldn’t have done it if I knew she was pregnant Steve.”

“You’re a liar! You wanted Belle gone!”

“I loved you!”

“And I hate you,” he growled. He threw the box through the slot in the glass.

“What is it?”

“Open it and see.” He stood in front of her, arms crossed.

Sharon opened the box carefully. She looked in saw a blue cloth. She pulled it out. It was a blue onesie. A tear formed in her eye when she spotted the pink color in the box. Another onesie. “Steve, I am…”

“Save it!” Steve thought back to the day his life was turned upside down…

He jumped onto the jet with Belle and he and Bucky immediately started pressure on her as Tony flew, Wanda started IVs. Peter, Nat, Sam and Clint stayed behind to gather intel and clear the scene. As soon as the gauze was in place, Steve held Belle’s hand and the other on her belly. “Please baby, please, don’t leave me,” he wept.

“Two minutes Cap,” Tony called out. “Where is she shot?”

“The abdomen,” Bucky called back. “Its slowing but I don’t know about…” he trailed off.

“I love you,” Steve whispered to Belle, kissing her knuckles. “I need you. I need our family, baby please, just stay alive.”

Tony landed the jet at the hospital and Steve picked up Belle and ran her in. “Please help, my wife, she’s pregnant and she’s been shot. Please.” The doctors and nurses ran forward with a gurney and started to run her back. Steve made to follow but a nurse stopped him.

“We need to work on your wife. Please wait here.”

“Please, just do whatever you need to save them.”

“We’ll do everything we can.” She turned to run after the gurney and Steve felt Bucky and Tony’s hands on his shoulders. His shoulders shagged and he began to sob. The guys moved him to the chairs to wait. Steve became quiet, staring at a spot on the floor. Time felt like it was moving so slow. The rest of the team showed up, sitting around. Tony began to pace as Pepper brought in coffee and snacks.

“Captain Rogers?”

Steve’s head snapped up to look at a tired looking doctor. He stood up with Bucky right next to him. “Belle?”

“Mrs. Rogers lost a significant amount of blood. The bullet entered her side and nicked her liver. We stopped the bleeding but luckily the liver is regenerative, and she will make a full recovery.” Bucky sagged and clapped his back. The rest of the team exhaled but Steve needed one more piece of information.

“And the baby?”

“Your babies are perfect. The amniotic sac was not affected at all since she is only eight or so weeks pregnant.”

Steve looked at the doctor, his face shocked. “Babies?”

“Oh.” The doctor looked embarrassed. “I assumed you were aware. Yes, twins. Your wife is carrying twins. As I said, she’s between eight to nine weeks. They have strong heartbeats and are perfect for their age.” The doctor smiles. “She is still unconscious after the emergency surgery but if you would like to see her, I can take you up?”

“Yes, yes please.” Steve headed to follow the doctor but turned. “Buck?”

“Yeah, I’m right behind you.”

Steve looked at the team. “Thank you, guys.”

“We’ll be here Steve,” Sam said. The team nodded and Steve and Bucky followed the doctor.

“Captain, because of the blood loss it may take some time for Mrs. Rogers to come around. We checked for any injuries to her head to be sure, but we didn’t see any. Her body may just need time to recover from the shock. We have her hooked up to monitors and two fetal monitors, one for each baby so don’t be alarms by the amount of equipment.”

“But she’ll be ok?”

“Yes, like I stated, we expect her to make a full recovery. My recommendation is to relax, hold her hand and talk to her. We’ll keep checking on her until she is awake and discharged.”

“Thank you doctor.”

“Ok, right in here.” He pointed to a door and Steve walked in. Belle looked smaller than normal in the bed. She skin was pale, a startling contrast to her black hair. She looked peaceful except for the noises of the monitors. But what truly shocked him with the twin heartbeats coming from the fetal monitors.

Steve froze. The sounds stunned him. His babies, his children, were real and alive inside of their momma. Bucky nudged him forward and Steve took shaky steps towards the bed. He pulled a chair close and took Belle’s hand. “I’m here, sweet pea.” He kissed it gently. “We’re all here waiting for you to wake up. I love you. I love you all so much and you are going to be so surprise.”

Bucky came to the other side. “Hey sweetheart. You rest ok. You’re growing my nieces or nephews.”

“God Buck. Two of them.”

“I know punk. I can’t believe it.”

Steve kept vigil at Belle’s bedside for the next twenty-four hours. Her heartbeat got stronger with time. The team rotated in with Steve with Nat and Bucky finally convincing him to change out of his suit and shower in the ensuite. As the warm water ran over his body, Steve took the moment lose himself in his feelings. He almost lost her. He almost ruined the best thing in his life. He almost lost his children. He grew angry, thinking of the people who tried to take her away. He climbed out of the shower and dressed. He walked out to see Sam and Bucky sitting by Belle’s head. “Any updates?”

“Vision has Sharon in a cell in the tower. I took all we found there for FRIDAY to analyze,” Sam replied.

“They also have Lila there as well,” Bucky said with a hard voice. “Tony and Nat will begin their interrogation of her within the hour.”

“Bucky, I’m sorry about Lila.”

“Don’t be. She used me and my love for her to take my best friend. I can’t forgive that.”

Steve pulled Bucky in for a hug and held his best friend as he finally let some emotion shows. They talked quietly, with Steve never letting go of Belle’s hand. A couple of hours later, Steve was leaning against the bed when he felt a movement in his hand. He blinked his eyes open and looked at Belle. Her violet eyes open, still struggling but open. “Hi.”

He cuts Sharon off. “Jealous should be the word that comes out of your mouth.” Steve smirked at her. “Belle is having twins. My boy and my girl.” He leaned forward to the glass. “What? You think she died in that attack?”

Sharon blinked. They never mentioned Belle’s status during the trial. She just assumed she was dead. Sharon began screaming in rage, slamming her fist to the unbreakable glass. “You son of a bitch!”

“I won’t be in the gallery tomorrow, Sharon. Enjoy death.” Steve walked out of the cells, the sounds of Sharon’s screams fading with every step.

“Was that necessary amore mio?”

Steve spun to see Belle standing next to the doorway to the cells. “After what she tried to do to you and my children, absolutely.” Steve placed his hand over Belle’s six-month bump. “How are they today?”

“Just flutters. Should feel them any day.” Belle smiled up at her husband.

“I can’t wait. Wanna feel my princess and my boy.

Belle smiled. “I wanna feel them too.”

“Hi sweet pea.” He leaned forward to press his forehead to hers and then placed a gentle kiss to her lips. “I’m so happy you’re awake my love.” He kissed her forehead and pulled back to look at her.

“What happened?”

“When you elbowed Beck, the gun went off and you were shot. It was a through and through, but it nicked your liver. You’re gonna be fine.”

Belle nodded in understanding but suddenly gasped and sat up. “The baby?”

“Shh. Easy love. Everything is ok. They are ok. The babies are perfectly healthy and safe.”

“Babies? What do you mean babies?” Belle reached for her stomach. Steve laid his hand on top of hers.

“Lay back Belle. Its ok”. He laid her down and sat on the edge of the bed. “You are pregnant with twins, my love. They checked when they took you to surgery.”

“Twins? Oh my god, twins!”

Steve lifted her hand and kissed her palmed and then placed her small hand on his face. The beard tickled her hand, and she smiled but Steve frowned. “I’m so sorry Belle.”

“Baby…”

“No let me finish. I am so sorry for keeping the truth from you. I’m sorry for lying. I am so sorry that I put you here. Please don’t leave me.” Belle felt a few tears escape her eyes. Steve cupped her face and used his thumb to clear the tears. “Please don’t cry love. Please, I am so…”

“I’m sorry too,” she blurted out. “I’m sorry I ran. I’m sorry I didn’t listen. Please don’t hate me.”

Steve climbed into bed with her as she clung to his shirt and cried. “I could never hate you. You saved me from a life of solitude and darkness. You brought color back into my life. And all at once…

You were the one I was waiting for,” she finished. “I love you.”

“I love you. My baby momma.”

Belle spent the day of the execution in the nursery with Nat, Wanda, MJ and Hope, planning out the room. Mrs. Lewis was taking notes with Belle’s new assistant, Ava. “I think we need to put the cribs here,” Belle pointed, “and the changing table and dresser here. I would like to have twin rocking chairs because I know Steve will want to be in here with me when he can.”

“Of course, Mrs. Rogers,” Ava said as she consulted measurements with Mrs. Lewis.

“Oh Ava, before I forget, we have a dinner with the alumni association on Friday and I will need to attend with Steve. Bucky and Clint will also be attended but Clint is bringing Laura, so I need you to attend with Bucky.”

“S-sure,” Ava stuttered, a flash of pink on her cheeks as she looked down at her tablet. Belle noticed the flush but did not give it any attention but filing it for future use.

“We need to make sure you have a formal dress, Ava. So, we have a fitting at Vera Wang tomorrow.” She looked over the girl. She was a strawberry blonde with green eyes. Petite but curvy. “Red, I think,” she said.

“Oh, Mrs. Rogers…”

“Nope, its Belle.” She turned to Mrs. Lewis. “Please make sure that Marco and Marie know it’s for three ladies. Laura will be joining us unless of course Nat and Wanda are joining us as well.”

“We can make an afternoon of it,” Nat said, understanding what she was trying to do with Ava and Bucky.

“Perfect.” Belle clapped with glee until a look of shock crossed her face. Her hand flew to her belly.

“Belle?” Wanda looked at her. Her eyes flashed red for a moment. “Nat, we need Steve.” Nat picked up her phone and called while the rest of the women crowded her. “Ok, let’s give her a moment alone,” Wanda said with a smile. Steve and Bucky came running in.

“Sweet pea? What’s wrong?”

Wanda approached Ava. “Bucky, can you take Ava outside please?” Bucky flushed slightly at the young woman and offered his arm. He looked back at his best friends as they waited for the room to clear.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Steve looked at his wife.

“Nothing,” she smiled. She took his hand and placed it on the side of her belly.

“Love, what…”

“Just a second.” They waited and then Steve’s eyes widen as Belle felt a kick to her side. He looked down at her belly and then back to her eyes. “I think your son is saying hello.”

“Oh…” he kneeled before his wife. “Hello son. Hey princess. I’m your dad.” A tear formed in his eye. “I love you and your momma so much little ones.” He stayed there a while, caressing her belly and talking to his children. They were interrupted when Bucky walked in.

“I’m sorry to interrupt but it’s done.” He looked down.

Steve stood up and held Belle from behind, his hands on her belly. “Did she say anything?”

“Only professing her love for you and then Hail HYDRA.”

Steve nodded. “Ok, well that’s that. Come love, you should rest.”

“Ok.” No emotion crossed Belle’s face. “Oh Bucky, since you will be attending the gala with us, I’ve asked Ava to be your escort for the evening.” She watched as Bucky’s ears turned red as he patted the back of his head.

“Oh, yes, well, ok, if you want, I guess I’m ok with that…” he stammered.

Belle giggled. Steve looked at her curiously before leading her to their room. He laid her down on her sided and then climbed behind her, holding her to his chest. “What do you know, sweet pea?”

“I know that Bucky and Ava are crushing on each other,” she smirked. “And I know that I love you.”

“I love you more my queen.” He kissed her head and smiled. “What about Clint?”

“He’s bringing Laura.” She looked back at Steve, who had a shocked face. “I think seeing what we went through, he didn’t want to be away from the love of his life anymore. I know they divorced because he was an Avenger and thought he was protecting her. I’m just glad he figured out that he couldn’t live without her.”

“My little matchmaker,” Steve chuckled. “You need to rest love.”

“I’m trying; I’m just so tense. Carrying your children is tough.”

“Hmm, well maybe something to help you with that.” Steve got a wicked look on his face as he reaches under her sundress and pulled her panties down. He stroked between her folds. “Already so wet, love,” he whispered in her ear, pressing kisses to her neck.

“Stevie,” she moaned. He was aware of how sensitive she was so he went gentle and slow. He sank a finger into her and arched her back, her belly sticking out more.

“Easy baby,” Steve held her close, letting her feel how turned on he was. He grasped her chin with his free hand to kiss her softly as he added another finger. She moaned into his lips.

“Stevie, I need more.”

Steve smiled as he eased her onto her back. He snaked down as pushed her knees up. He kissed between her thighs and gently licked her folds. She jolted up and Steve chuckled. “Feel good baby?”

“Amore please,” she pleaded. Steve went in, tasting, sucking, drawing out unnatural noises from his wife. Being pregnant made every touch be like a lightning through her. He could feel her starting to reach her peak.

“Cum for me, my queen. Let me taste you.” With a silent scream, her body spasmed, making her see stars. Steve coaxed her down before rolling her to her side again and he removed his jeans and boxers. He got behind her again and lifted a leg, hooking it around his hip, opening her to him from behind. Steve carefully slid into her heat. She moaned loudly as Steve peppered her neck and cheek with kisses. “You feel amazing as ever love.”

“Stevie,” she cried quietly. He was gentle, not wanting to hurt or disturb his children.

“You are a goddess, my love. So warm and tight. Carrying my children. You are even more beautiful now than before,” he whispered as he thrusted softly into her. She keened at the praise, placing her hands over his on her hips. She began to tighten again. “That’s my good girl, let go.” He wrapped his arms around her as she came again and he rutted two more times before spilling into her. He could feel her body relax and she fell asleep with him still inside her. He didn’t dare move, knowing sleep was hard to find for her now. But he was ok, in his happy place, inside his wife, holding his unborn children.

See... I can end a chapter on a nice note...

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numberonestuckyshipper · 26 days

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Don’t mind me, just feel like sharing the Barnes family that lives in my head

James “Bucky” Buchanan Barnes: The oldest sibling, hella protective of his siblings (only they are allowed to make each other miserable, anyone else will suffer). Huge nerd, loves sci-fi, good at most of telle things that he tries, he loves his family more than anything, it’s that simple

Steve(n) Grant Rogers: is one of the Barnes as far as anyone is concerned, most people actually believe that because of how much time he spends with them and how close he is with all of them. He and Bucky are the closest and know each other by heart, but he’s also really good friends with the girls and sometimes jokingly calls Winnie and George “Ma”, “mother”, “pa” and “father” usually when he’s being a kiss ass to piss of the siblings. Honestly he pretty much lives at their house at this point. He’s a Barnes sibling, not up for debate for any of them.

Mary-Anne “Annie” Charity (Sheldon-)Barnes: She’s aboit a year younger than Steve and two and a half years younger than Bucky, but honestly, she’s probably the most mature out of the bunch. She’s the mom of the friend group (yes the siblings are also pretty much a friend group, they love each other. Unrealistic from my experience but leave me alone) and she’s also the most helpful around the household. She’s the only Blonde in the biological Barnes family, which often helps Steve to blend in with them. She and Steve are besties, she had a huge crush on him when they were kids but got over it eventually, she likes to joke that Steve is her favorite brother when she’s messing with Bucky. She’s usually the one reasoning and lecturing the others but often ends up being the one to cover for them when the others are doing something stupid. Bucky used to call her “MAC” because of her initials to piss her off, and got her to tear up on her wedding day when he called her “MACS”. She got married to William Sheldon as soon as she was old enough to get married and had a son called Charles (everyone called him Charlie), Steve was his godfather.

Rebecca “Becca” Marjorie (Proctor-)Barnes: she’s three and a half years younger than Bucky and is the sibling that annoys him the most. Bucky and Becca are always finding ways to mess with each other and make the other miserable (figuratively speaking, they would never try to actually hurt each other). Annie is usually the one to split them up when they’re arguing. She looks a lot like Bucky and has a ton in common with him, and they both hate it and use it to annoy the heck out of each other. Later on she gets engaged to Arthur Proctor who asked for George, Bucky and Steve’s blessing to marry her. They got married after the war. She became an activist for civil rights and peace after the war. She and her husband Arthur died in a car crash in 1960. They were the Winter Soldier’s first mission.

Elizabeth “Lizzie” Madeline Barnes: depending on my mood, she’s between 16 and 10 years younger than Bucky. Either way, she’s the baby of the family. She’s the sweetest kid alive, and looks a lot like her siblings. She was one of the many people who believed that Steve was a Barnes, and broke down crying when she accidentally discovered the truth at the age of ten, running to Steve and begging him not to leave her even though he never had any intentions to do so. She’s a very smart kid who hangs on her older siblings’ every word. She trusts them never to lie to her, even when the truth is ugly, they do their best to explain things to her in a way she can understand (and not get traumatized by in the case of the war).

George Barnes: is their father, he lost his middle and ring finger of his right hand during the Great War, and the idea of war terrifies him though the first years of Bucky’s life were hard on him, he usually managed to ground himself with the presence of his children. His family is Jewish, and his uncle Randolph is a total dickhead that is not allowed near his children ever since that one time.

Winnifred “Winnie” Barnes: she’s the mother, she and George love Steve like one of their own, she’s an amazing cook and loves when Steve and Sarah stay over for meals, she’s very generous and especially during the depression when everyone was in need, she never hesitated to give up things to others who needed it more. She’s catholic like Steve and Sarah and raised her kids to know her religion, though they picked more up from their father

Sarah Rogers: is Steve’s mom, she doesn’t get to spend as much time with the children due to her need to work for a living, she loves how close Steve got to that amazing family and is always reassured that he has someone behind his back when he does something stupid and has another family to rely on when she’s at work. She and Winnie pretty much share custody of the kids, they love seeing her whenever she has the time

Anyway, just some personal headcanons that no one asked for!

#bucky barnes #steve rogers #sarah rogers #Winnifred Barnes #George barnes #becca barnes #barnes family #bucky barnes headcanon #barnes family headcanon

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septembersghost · 8 months

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“When I first read Priscilla Presley’s memoir Elvis and Me, I found it really interesting and was impressed by how personal and revealing it was. I loved how she wrote in a way that was so direct and relatable about going through all the stages that most girls go through into womanhood – but in such a unique and eccentric setting at Graceland, with Elvis Presley.”

“When my cousin’s wife Kate Gersten was telling me about working on a musical of Priscilla’s story, it prompted me to read the book again. I got so into her story and the vivid world, and how wild it must have been to be going to a Catholic girls’ high school in Memphis while living with Elvis at Graceland, struggling to stay awake in class and do her studies after partying all night with Elvis and his friends. And I appreciated the strength she showed in leaving to find her own identity after growing up trying to be his idea of the ideal woman.”

“I worried at first that it might be too similar to Marie Antoinette, but when I spoke to Priscilla I was able to understand more about her perspective and began to see how it could become its own film. It would have its own challenges, such as fitting so much of her life into two hours – and how I would ever find someone to play Elvis. Jacob Elordi did this just how I imagined: in a subtle way, evoking the feeling of him as he was described by Priscilla in his private life. I was so glad to meet Cailee [Spaeny], who Kirsten [Dunst] had just loved working with [on Alex Garland’s forthcoming film Civil War], and it was incredible to see how she could transform from a 15-year-old to a 28-eight-year-old in the same day.”

“On this set, I totally felt in my element, doing what I love. I could see moments that felt like past films, but hopefully that’s now my style and all of my experience went into this one. It was a new kind of pressure to do the story of someone who is alive and I always wanted Priscilla to be happy with it, while including what I responded to in her story. I think it was a complicated relationship and a different time. I hope the audience can feel what it was like for her, and see how we all go through so much to become who we are.”

Thoughts on these new quotes about Priscilla from Sofia Coppola? I know you plan to skip it but it does give me a bit of better hope for the movie.

https://amp.theguardian.com/film/2023/aug/27/sofia-coppola-archive-memoir-memories-book-extract-lost-translation-virgin-suicides

the inner salty girl in me that i try to suppress honestly hopes a bunch of the haters and the "this is the only valid movie about him ever because the estate didn't approve it" people go to see it expecting a flat tale excoriating him and victimizing her, and instead receive a sensitive, thoughtful take on priscillla's life with him and the tempestuousness and sweetness and surreality of that existence at graceland. because they will be outraged and i will smile quietly to myself.

the outer sincere part of me believes, regardless of what transpires with the film's release, sofia really means all of this and was approaching it from a nuanced and compassionate artistic perspective, because everything she's saying in these quotes shares thoughts i've had about it too, and there's value in approaching it with humanity and recognition of differences in era, in the complications of love and youthful dreams and real struggles, in coming into one's own as a person even when that means you have to leave that love and what you knew of your life behind to forge your identity.

#anonymous #letterbox #priscilla 2023

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jackiebrackettt · 5 months

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hi I’d love a color :D and also I’m going to ramble about yo-Kai watch now.

So basically back in ~2014 I was going to my nearest shop and was looking around for games. I then proceeded to find the first installment of yo-kai watch and thought it looked similar to a pokemon game, so i had my dad buy it and it all went downhill from there (in a positive way).

The first game is very low quality, quite literally. It mightve just been how 3d games worked back then, I don’t remember, but it still was a bunch of fun. You play as a kid named Nate (or whatever name you put in) and he gets this watch thing at a weird store and meets two of his iconic yo-kai friends, jibanyan (a deceased cat) and whisper (his lore is revealed in a later game). Yo-kai in this world are described to affect the emotions of people by possessing them, and therefore each one has different effects and capabilities. You can gain more of them by giving them certain food that they like in battle, and you’ll have some quests where you’ll need a certain yo-kai, whether that’s to change weather, people’s moods, or else wise. However, in the first game, it was very simple and quick. The game climaxed at going into the yo-kai watch world, which, while very cool, wasn’t that much after you beat it. The entire game didn’t have much to offer when you beat it, and side quests were very simple. You could complete the entire game in ~3 days like I did. But then came the release of yo-kai watch 2: bony spirits/fleshy souls.

Basically, there were two versions of the game that were available because you could pick a certain yo-kai’s side, because there used to be a civil war going on. Now that’s already a lot, but noticed how I said “used to be”? Yeah, that’s because there’s time travel now. A certain mirror yo-kai let’s you go through them and travel to the past. It’s a lot and it’s so much fun. I felt like it was really executed well too, since my kid self didn’t really ever get lost in what was happening.

While the new and long story content was really cool, they also added so so much more. There were trains and train stations in the previous game, but they only allowed you to basically fast travel to 1 out of 4 areas at a time. But in the 2nd one, you could go to a 3 completely different new places, with a bunch of little stations in between. Not only that, you learn to in the main quest because you have to visit your grandma in the far countryside. And in that country side you go to the past to meet your grandpa and it’s just so much fun. The music is constantly good too, and you can always tell it’s yo-kai watch music with how it has this little wobbly music sound.

But one of the best things for me was the new content. Especially this new thing called the infinite tunnel. Basically, while you’re out in the countryside to see your grandma, you might see an abandoned brick tunnel with the entrance blocked. However, once you complete a completely random main story quest, which has NO relevance to it, the entrance suddenly becomes open. In it, it’s basically a long long tunnel with no light, so you can only see what’s in front of you. A bunch of random stuff will happen in it, such as random people who got “stuck” there trying to talk to you, some of them yo-Kai in disguise and some not. There’s multiple emergency exits along the way too, and each one takes you to a different place in the outside world. Additionally, the further you go, the more tough and different the tunnel becomes, from brick walls to stone walls to suddenly clean and polished marbled. It scared the shit out of me as a kid, but also made me really excited because of how cool it was. The end was at a different length each time, and you could make it be closer or further depending on what you did in the tunnel. At the end there is a small non playable yo-kai(?) girl, and she’ll talk to you for about 2 lines before becoming unspeakable to. Sometimes she won’t even talk because she’ll just be in the background. In the third game there’s a different version of this called Hazy Lane, which is much much scarier but I’ll talk about that later

One of my favorite parts is the golden train. So if you remember about my rambling about how there’s more stations, you also should know that there’s this hidden Easter egg. If you go to a certain downtown train station very very late at night, then there is a chance that a golden train will come up. It’s this game’s equivalent of the yo-kai watch world, except better and bigger and so so much cooler I love it so so much. I would say more but I have to go to school now bye bye!!

hi moxy :]! i gave you this purple here’s my thoughts -> my fellow ghostkcker (blue + red = purple <- this is so fun actually for just a pd gang in general vibe. william’s colour + dakota’s colour equals vyncent’s colour! they’re all intertwined :]) anyway I made it this shade bc of ur hollowknight icon ^_^

this is very interesting :O!! I’ve never heard of this game b4 but it sounds really cool !! that tunnel does sound scary but very interesting :] hope school goes well o7

#asks #moxymaxing #long post #very fun to read ty ty !!

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ribcage-rodents · 2 years

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Ok so like I saw this prompt post on Pinterest and I didn’t really think anything of it until I was driving home listening to 70s music and thought, “huh I love 70s himbos and bimbos.”

Anyway so the prompt is about a bunch of little ghost kids that died in different ways helping the others figure it out. So what about teenager-young adult ghosts from different time periods all have some connection to this area a 2020 time period person is living in.

Together they work past the trauma of their lives and the strange new world. Maybe they have to figure out their deaths idk yet.

But I’m thinking around four ghosts and the one living person.

Maybe someone from the Victorian era. Like super uptight, naturally awful in terms of sexism and racism and shit. Is probably a victor Frankenstein Stan and refuses to believe a women wrote the book. He grows into a less awful person through out the story. Was super into romanticism, maybe a poet or an artist or he’s a film buff bc film was like just invented.

Or like a cowboy man, super chill. Likes his clothes a lot, he’s very attached to them. Maybe he like always helps the 2020 person w fashion but he’s always like “I darn do reckon a trusty ole hat always do pull an outfit together”. He’s probably believes like all stereotypes, doesn’t think gay people are real, “I mean when you are out in the west w no women you find companion-ship.” Maybe lived through polio. Had a co-dependent attachment style to his horse.

A man from the 30s to 40s. Probably died in the war. Had a family he adored, maybe was Italian and faced discrimination. Maybe was engaged to a girl he loved, some spitfire as he would probably call her. Would be a v romanticized version of old relationships, like she wasn’t an accessory she was an actual person to him y’a know. Actually spoke out against Japanese internment camps or alternatively he learns about them in 2020 and denies it until being rlly sad and losing faith in the us and questioning why he ever fought in a war, then coming around and fining pride and purpose.

Girl from the fifties. Is super misogynistic at first believes a women should be at home cooking, cleaning, and caring after children but becomes like a feminist warrior. Who still loves caring for children, cooking, and cleaning for her husband but now realizes women can be more and should be treated as such. Terrified of communists, maybe her family was falsely accused of being commies and they lost everything idk.

Either a himbo or a bimbo from the 70s. Like some true stoner idiot. Loves music. Protested against the Vietnam war and for civil rights. Had an intelligent best friend who kept them safe, was probably very homoerotic and literally cannot function w out them half the time despite being a ghost. Was maybe serial killered bc it was the 70s. Or maybe drafted idk.

I’m thinking either like a greasy Billy loomis vibes guy from the 90s. Or like a girl boss from y2k. Idk yet, they might be too current to be like rlly fun y’a know.

Also either ghosts no one else sees or they have been reanimated so they have to live in real life and when people are like your roommates are weird, the 2020 person is like “I’m aware.” Things like cowboy getting into fist fights in a bar for some stupid reason and Victorian having to begrudgingly save them. Dotty (from the 50s) and 70s having an impromptu rally for the rights of people with uteruses. All of them comforting the guy from the 30/40s when he struggles with ptsd, or them all having to deal w him stockpiling all their food for when the economy crashes again. Maybe not even a person form the 2020a maybe they all just have to deal but I kinda like the 2020s person so idk. The person from the 70s gay panicking over an attractive person then having a full meltdown bc they feel so guilty for betraying their best friend, maybe going on a quest to find their grave sight and be reunited almost risking all their friends and having to choose them instead. 70s listening to dad music on a turntable way too loud way too late at night and smoking both cigarettes and weed way too much. 30s, 50s, and 70s all sharing cigarettes and having big movies nights were Victorian era is like rants on about beautiful films and it’s like Paul blart or something.

#story ideas #story idea #my work

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infernal-general · 2 years

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Bellum, Ignis Inferorum

Nothing could rile her up more than the meetings with the other commanders. Bunch of incompetent, ridiculously stupid fools pretending to be experts in warfare just because they got a dick between their legs. At first, she tried to be civil, reasoning and trying to get attention in ways still faintly considered polite. It was useless, despite her latest achievement only a few tamed and actually listened to her. This time even the gritty howl of the hellfire went unheard and even worse: laughed at.

Fine. They might listen to an another cry. With that thought she grabbed the still chuckling commander on her right, slammed his face against the table and her hand holding him lit up with crimson. A small smirk of satisfaction at the now quiet stares of horror at the agony filled shrieks and molten flesh beneath her cursed power. A power which exceeded all of theirs combined.

“As I was trying to mention previously” her voice smooth, unaffected, perhaps a little smug. She didn't spare a glance at the now unconscious commander sliding off the desk once her brutal hold let up, only wiped her hand in his cape during the movement.

In her house, she stared at the conjured chessboard with a calculated gaze. As much as she didn't want to acknowledge, with each death in her legion she felt not only unspeakable emotional anguish but a speck of power added to hers. The flame within the soldiers rejoining with the original entity. This discovery urged Rozália pursue, to test whenever she could draw more, more from beneath the ground. Her first lava bath in the Wrath Ring proved the theory true.

'Lucifer's dog'. She has heard and felt that sentiment and didn't bother correcting it. After all, being underestimated, unseen was much better from a strategic point of view. Not many knew who she once was. The Viper; who slaughtered everyone once the so thought control over her wanted to suffocate her. And history had a tendency to repeat itself.

The chessboard dissolved as Rozália walked to her windows, the noise of metallic talons amplified by the stone floor. Slit pupils bore into the bustling city, her lips sometimes curling into a sneer whenever her eyes laid on a sign or an object associated with someone whose second death only haven't reached them, because nobility decided to clip her wings after witnessing her force that put even Ars Goetias into her graveyard. Because Satan forbid her maintaining an afterlife with less evil seeping from every corner, corrupting almost everything to the point of no return.

‘Wouldn't it be great to see it on fire?’ the imaginary sight once again sparked satisfaction along with an involuntary twitch of restless fingers. The amount of self control needed to snuff out the urge grew greater every time the thought crossed her mind. The sheer terror on their faces when they realize they cannot flee from the cursed fire. To have them trampling each other at the barrier of the Ring, like the desperate animals they are as she walks closer from the destruction. Then marching straight to the royal castle as they realize that she was never an attack dog they had control over, but a dragon. It might be her last journey, but a worthy one.

All these fantasies of being reckoning itself and the actual process of bringing it were halted by one thought: her army.

‘A terrible inconvenience.’ and this time she couldn't tell whenever it was the Hellfire speaking or not.

Those vicious serpent eyes closed at the wave of guilt. They were her family. Her friends. They trusted her. Followed every command in almost blind loyalty. She would do anything to protect them; and loathed how that thought was indeed true in a sense.

Rozália knew a lost war when she saw or participated in one, she might win stellar battles, but ultimately Heaven will massacre the remains of her army in the long term. She didn't choose this fate. She hadn't agreed to any deal, contract which would've resulted in her current position. Neither did her warriors. Crimson eyes snapped open once again; she was only stalling the inevitable.

Of course she made use of the gained time. Drained the roaring fire in Wrath little by little enough to permanently bring the whole Ring's temperature down a few degrees. Siphoned Sloth mercilessly; she has heard demons dying from the cold. Ah well, war had its casualties. Rozália refused to touch Greed, Gluttony and especially Envy; suspecting its rulers would be more in tune with the faintest change. Of course she didn't plan to leave them completely untouched, just not yet. She was the reason behind Pride's climbing temperature, slowly coaxing the fire closer and closer to the surface.

She would've loved the confusion mixed realization on Lucifer's face upon finding out that the Hellfire wasn't responding him, or at least not immediately and without the usual force. Her position on the chessboard was unchanging, but as the knight the hussar she was capable of many surprising maneuvers. The battle was unwinnable, and when she was robbed of everything was the point she decided to stop playing fair & flip the entire board. Until then, she will be waiting, lurking with claws ready to sink into flesh, flames eager to destroy without limits. She will not be controlled and anyone attempting, attempted to do so will pay dearly until they manage to finally kill her.

Often Rozália couldn't tell herself apart from the Hellfire possessing her.

Although there was something more frightening: her lack of care at the discovery.

#⚔ stories 🔥 | when the music stops; the cries die down; memories crawl out of the grave; the soul can never find peace #⚔ alright/encourage to like and reblog 🔥 | no grave can hold me #the Pride Ring is like Gotham but unfortunately Rozy is not Batman.#slightly sequel to the Fire Within trilogy

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kimoralov3 · 2 years

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Red Means I Love You - Chapter 1: Pilot

Note: This fic is based on WandaVision, and is written under the assumption that you have seen Avengers: Age of Ultron, Captain America: Civil War, Avengers: Infinity War, Avengers: Endgame, WandaVision, X-Men: Days of Future Past, and X-Men: Apocolypse. By reading this, you acknowledge that you have seen these movies and won't be spoiled by anything that is mentioned. If you haven't seen these things, please watch them so that you'll have a better understanding of what happens in this fic.

Plot Summary: Wanda has lost everything and everyone she cares about- except you. In a mental breakdown, she creates the Hex, but it's not Vision who she's with there; it's you. Everything seems fine to you, and you're happy to be able to be with Wanda, but good things never last forever.

Warnings: This chapter is mainly based off of one of the scenes in episode 8, so you should really at least watch WandaVision before reading this, swearing, angst, talks of death???, Hayward is a dick

Word Count: 1,592 words

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"Wanda, are you sure you're ready to do this? I know that it's technically been 5 years, but it really only felt like 20 minutes. And we just buried Tony and Natasha; this all feels like too much too fast." (Y/N) ranted as she turned to face her best friend.

Wanda nodded, sure of what she not only wanted but needed to do. She had had more than enough time to reevaluate her feelings. She loved Vision, but she had moved on and placed similar feelings on someone else. Vision still deserved a proper burial, especially after everything he's helped her through.

"I'm sure. I appreciate you coming with me, it means a lot to me." Wanda said as she gave (Y/N) a small smile.

(Y/N) returned said smile, shaking her head. "What are best friends for, Wan?"

Wanda chuckled as they both got out of the car and headed into the new facility.

The lobby was blindingly white, bustling with people rushing around to fulfill their duties. You and Wanda walked up to the front desk, getting the receptionist’s attention. “Can I help the two of you?” He asks as he looks between the two of you.

“We would like to see Director Hayward. Immediately.” Wanda said softly. The receptionist let out an annoyed sigh and rolled his eyes.

“Do you have an appointment, ma’am? Because you can’t just walk in here and demand to see the Director.”

“Hey man, no need to be a dick-”

“It’s fine, Y/N,” Wanda said as she turned towards you before turning back to the receptionist. “I know that I don’t have an appointment, but it’s very important that I talk to him. Can you please let us in to see him?”

“I understand that you need to talk to him, but the Director is a very busy person. He can’t just stop working so he can talk to you. If you want to talk to him, you’ll have to make an appointment like everyone else.” As Wanda opened her mouth to speak, the phone on the desk started to ring. The receptionist picked it up and began talking to the person on the other line. He talked for a moment before hanging up and looking towards you and Wanda.

“Director Hayward will see the two of you now. I’ll buzz you in.” He said as he reached for the button.

“No thanks, I’ve got it,” Wanda said as she walked towards the double doors. You followed quickly behind, but not before flipping off the receptionist. Wanda used her powers to blast open the door, frantically walking down the halls to find Hayward’s office.

“Wanda Maximoff, it’s good to finally meet you. I’m Director Hayward. If you’ll please follow me, I have something to show you.” Hayward was standing outside his office, hands behind his back. You didn’t know what it was, but something about him made the alarms go off in your head. Putting those feelings aside, you and Wanda followed him down the corridor to another room.

This one was different; there was a mezzanine that looked down over a working area. The walls were lined with built-in computer servers, and as you and Wanda stepped closer to the glass and looked down, you saw a bunch of tables with red parts all over them— Vision.

“What the fuck is this? Why are you showing us this?” You asked as you turned to face Hayward.

He gave a confused look as if the answer was obvious. “Because this is why you’re here, isn’t it? You wanted to see Vision.”

“What are they doing to him?” Wanda had finally turned around, and the look on her face showed that she hadn’t fully processed what she was just looking at.

“We’re taking apart the most sophisticated weapon we’ve ever been able to get our hands on.”

“Vision isn’t just some weapon! You can’t do this to him— it’s not what he would’ve wanted.” You could feel the rapid change in Wanda’s emotions, and they seemed to be changing faster with every breath she took. Rage, fear, sadness, worry, they all fluttered around her like fireflies.

“Actually, it’s our legal and ethical obligation to do this.” Hayward must’ve thought that this would help his case, but honestly, every word that came out of his mouth made you and Wanda even more upset.

“How is it ethical to take someone apart?” You scoffed.

“Look, we just want to bury him. That’s all, so could you please tell them to stop and put him back together.” Wanda pleaded.

“I can’t let you put such a valuable piece of weaponry in the ground. Besides, even if I wanted to stop them I couldn’t. We’ve already begun scrapping him for parts. Are you sure that all you want to do is bury him?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Wanda seemed hurt and shocked by what he was insinuating, but Hayward is either terrible at reading people or he’s just simply a piece of shit.

“Not everyone has the power to bring their soulmate back online.” Hayward seemed to think about what he had just said for a second before correcting himself. “Sorry, I meant to say back to life.”

“Even if I could do that, I would never! It would be against his wishes. As I said before, we’re only here to get his body so we can bury him.”

“Okay, but I can just allow you to take and bury 3 billion dollars worth of vibranium and let it rot away. The best I can do is to let you say goodbye to him here and now.” Wanda walked over to the glass and gently placed her hands on it, tears threatening to spill out of her eyes.

“Are you being serious right now? You’re the director of this huge ass facility and you can’t even—” Your words were cut off by the sound of glass shattering and falling to the ground.

You quickly turned around to see what had happened, and you turned just in time to see that Wanda had broken the glass and was flying down to the lower level. You stepped closer to the edge of the upper level to get a better look at what she was doing. As she landed on the floor, the TAC team quickly moved to point their guns at her. You heard Hayward tell them to fall back as Wanda stepped closer to Vision’s dismembered body.

Wanda walked up to his head, hovering her shaky hand over where the mind stone was meant to rest in his head. You saw the faint red glow of her magic and heard her whisper something, but couldn’t tell what it was due to the large space between the two of you. The red glow faded away slowly, Wanda stepping back and walking out of the room. You glanced back at Hayward before rushing out of the room to go find Wanda.

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“Wan, are you okay? I saw that going totally different in my head.” You asked as the two of you walked back to the car. Wanda had been silent ever since she left the room, but you couldn’t really blame her.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I think.” She said softly as the two of you got in the car. She reached for the envelope in the backseat as you buckled up.

“I can’t believe he’s doing this— and the way he was talking to you? Fucking unbelievable. We should call Pepper or Bruce, maybe they could do something about getting Vision’s body released to you.” You ranted on. Wanda wasn’t really listening, she was just staring at whatever was in the envelope.

“Can you put this address in the GPS, please?” Wanda asked as she handed you the envelope. You nodded as you typed in the address, giving Wanda a final glace as she pulled out of the parking lot.

The drive was mostly silent, save for the robotic voice of the GPS. Neither of you really minded though, Wanda used the silence to think and you used it to appreciate the beauty around you.

A dull blue sign came into view as Wanda pulled into a town— Westview, according to the sign. Most of the greenery was dead, and all the buildings looked like they could use a fresh new coat of paint.

The residents of the town didn’t brighten up the place either, most of them looking sad and depressed about their lives. No one could blame them really, seeing as they had all probably lost someone in these past 5 years.

Wanda parked in front of an empty plot of land, you and her getting out of the car and walking to the middle of it. “So this is the land that Vision bought for the two of you?” You asked as you looked around.

“Yeah, I guess so.” She said softly as she held up the deed to the house. You watched as she brought it closer to her chest. The change in Wanda’s emotions was so swift and powerful that it gave you a headache. By the time you had recovered from the pain and looked up, Wanda had fallen to her knees and was sobbing.

“Wanda.” You yelled as you reached out to touch her shoulder. As you were reaching out to her, her magic exploded out of her, causing you to fall over. All you could see was red, and you could feel your skin burning before everything turned to black.

#red means i love you #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female!reader #wandavision #wandavision fic #wanda maximoff x female reader #marvel #kimoralov3

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 3 years

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How are the newborn armies allowed to exist/Maria’s reign still happen in present day canon? (Wouldn’t a bunch of people going missing/getting burned to a charred like Eclipse get attention from the Human media like it did when Victoria went on her rampage)

Well, that's the thing, they drastically changed their tactics and what Victoria did was insane.

Location

Maria and cohorts are specifically fighting over territories in turmoil. These are cities plagued with human gangs, drug lords, and corruption in which human disappearances is not marked. That's why it's such valuable territory for vampires, as it means they can consume far more humans without drawing the human's (and thus the Volturi's) eye.

This has not changed either, as in Jasper's era, they were fighting in territory embroiled in the American Civil War (a notably bloody affair in which many humans died), the Wild West (in which humans blamed rampant death on many causes), and the Mexican Revolution.

Victoria, instead, moved her army to a city which was not embroiled in the same turmoil, with a far lower kidnapping, murder rate, and gang activity. Had Victoria picked Detroit or Chicago, she might have had a bit more time before CNN started asking, "What the fuck?!" on national television.

She did not pick Detroit.

Numbers

Jasper noted that, before he was turned, and before the hammer of Volterra fell hard on Latin America, the wars were much worse and much larger. After that, Maria and the likeminded survivors kept their 'armies' very small.

I believe Jasper notes that his army tended to have around ten or so newborns, and that theirs was very large because Jasper's gift was able to keep them in line in ways that others could not. This was part of what one them so much territory and why Jasper was so valuable.

Victoria's army is noted as around twenty, that she turned all at once, it's a cluster fuck that she cannot control. And doesn't, as that battle turns into a massacre where a gaggle of starved lunatics and teenagers kill her army to a man.

Point being though, Maria and company keep their armies much much much smaller than Victoria did.

The Hammer of Volterra

The hammer actually has come down once before, that is why the newborn wars didn't a) spread b) are as... relatively tame as they are. They were once much worse.

I imagine the Volturi keep an eye on them, and should turmoil in Latin America cease and Maria and friends not seek territory elsewhere, I imagine the hammer of Volterra would fall again and this time there might be no lucky survivors (Maria and her sisters survived the first newborn wars).

They're playing a very risky game, and they know it, but they're just edging the line until they might be caught by Volterra. And if things get out of hand, they will.

Victoria was going all in after her white whale, she had no such restraint. (Which is why, even though Caius did stall, Jane did eventually show up within a few weeks and note that she would be murdering them all whether they won or lost the battle.)

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #victoria #maria #newborn armies #jasper whitlock #the volturi #meta #headcanon #opinion

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andydrysdalerogers · 4 months

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Yours Submissively ~ Sanctuary

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open! And I AM SO SORRY! Happy Holidays!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Banners by me!

Previous: Flee

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

“Hi Lila.”

Lila stood in the doorway for a second, not sure what to say. “Umm, would you like to come in?”

“Thank you.” Belle made her way inside her former apartment and looked around. “You haven’t changed much.”

“No, not really. Been working a lot so I’m hardly here.” Lila fidgeted before she blurted out, “why are you here?”

Belle didn’t move. She tried to open her mouth and speak but all that came out was a sob. Her entire body began to shake with the tears that had been waiting to be released. Lila came over to hold Belle as sob after sob tore through her chest. “It’s ok sweetie, I’m here.”

“Lila, I was so stupid,” she wailed. Her heart was broken. And all it wanted was the one person who broke her heart and her trust.

“Its ok, babe. C’mon sit down. Tell me everything.”

Bucky was on at the computer trying to track Belle. “Stupid glasses,” he muttered. While at the time it seemed like a good idea, Tony’s glasses that he made for Belle were now the hindrance to finding her. He sighed and looked over to see Steve passed out on the couch, Belle’s sweater in his hands.

He felt his phone buzz and saw a notification.

DOORBELL RINGING

“What the hell?” He clicked on the notification and saw a video from a camera. At first the person at the door was fuzzy but then the glasses came off and he gasped. Belle. He was racking his brain until it dawned on him. Lila.

Bucky remembered he had installed a doorbell camera to Lila’s apartment while Belle was still living there. He hadn’t mentioned it since he hadn’t wanted to spook the girls. He decided to try and talk to Belle first and hopefully convince her to come home. He went out the service elevator to the garage, leaving his best friend resting.

Belle finally calmed and told Lila everything. “Lila, how could I have been so naïve? He lied; he could have told me.”

“I know but look at it rationally Belle, he was trying to protect you. Maybe he went about it the wrong way but I think he had your best interest at heart.”

Belle snorted. “Right. Because leaving in the dark was so smart.”

“Belle,” Lila sighed, “your dad left you in the dark. Everyone did. I mean, how are you not mad at your dad?”

“Because I was a kid! I already lost my parents, and he was everything when I had…” she sobbed, “I had nothing.” She wiped her eyes. “Steve’s supposed to be my family. How am I supposed to trust him?”

“I guess that is the ultimate question.” A knock on the door made Lila look. “Just give me a sec.” Lila went to the door and opened. “What are you doing here?”

“I need to talk to her.”

“No.”

“Delilah, please. I need to know she’s safe.”

“She is safe. You guys are the ones…”

“You don’t know the whole story Li. Please give me five minutes.”

Lila studied her ex. “Five.” She opened the door wider and let him in.

Belle had been in her own little world before she heard her name. She whipped around. “Bucky?! What are…”

“Please sweetheart. Just hear me out.”

“No. You lied.”

“I didn’t lie.”

“Fine you kept the truth. Same thing.” She rolled her eyes and turned away from him.

“Belle, I’m so sorry. You’re right, ok? But honestly, this was the reason why we didn’t want to tell you. The fear of the unknown. Hey?” He lifted her chin, “you know I would do anything to protect you right?”

He watched a tear fall. “I know. I just wish he wouldn’t have lied.” Belle leaned forward and buried her head in Bucky’s chest, her chest racking with sobs. Bucky understood, this wasn’t about her history. It was the lack of honest information. He held her at he looked at his ex. She was looking worried, having never seen her friend like this for a while. When she looked at him, he could see she was anxious and remorseful. “Li?”

“I just… I’m sorry. For how I acted. For how I treated all of you. She’s my best friend and my twisted way of thinking made me miss everything. I missed you.”

“Oh. Umm,” Bucky was unsure how to proceed. He had missed Lila as well, but his mind was on protecting Belle first. “Look Li, we need to talk about this but I need to protect her first. I really do miss you as well. I just, I need to look after her.”

“I understand.”

“Belle, let me take you to a safe place ok? Not to Steve, not yet. I get it, you need time but I also need you safe.”

Belle didn’t move. Bucky lifted her bridal style as he looked down to see Belle asleep against him, exhaustion from running taking over. He pulled out a phone and made a call. “Diskant, I need a car.” He gave the address. “I’m sorry Li, I need to take her.”

“Where are you going?”

“Brooklyn. I’ve got an apartment there.” She just needs to rest. He leaned over to kiss her cheek. “We’ll talk ok?”

She smiled. “Ok. Just, don’t let anything happen to her. She’s precious.”

“I promise.” He walked out to meet security.

Lila watched him from the door until he disappeared into the elevator. She pulled out her phone and placed a call.

“Brooklyn. He’s taking her to Brooklyn.”

Belle opened her eyes to see an unfamiliar room and she bolted up. She was still dressed, for which she was grateful for, but she had no idea where she was. She had never been in this room, and she scrambled out of bed. She looked out the window to see Brooklyn but before she could get her bearings, the door opened softly. “Belle?”

She breathed a sigh of relief. “Bucky.”

“Good, you’re awake.” He entered the room with a mug of coffee and some toast. “How are you feeling?”

“Confused. I can see we are in Brooklyn but where are we?”

Bucky chuckled. “My apartment.” He could see the confusion on her face. “Did you think if I found a girl, I would just move her in with you and Steve?”

“Frankly, yes.” She giggled. “Thought we were one big happy family.”

“Well, we are but I had this place just in case my dame and I wanted a place of our own.”

“That’s fair.” She follows him to the living room, noting the spacious room and minimalist furniture. “It’s beautiful.”

“Thanks.” He patted the seat next to him and she sat. “So, what’s your plan now?”

“Dunno.” She leaned back and looked to the ceiling. “Does he know I’m here?”

“Not yet. Wanted to see what you wanted to do.” He studied her as she continued to look at the ceiling. “If you really want to leave, I’ll help. Told that punk to tell you but he didn’t listen. Should’ve done it myself but I really thought I was doing the right thing.”

“I know,” she said after a minute. “What time is it?”

“About four. You slept all day.”

“Can we go for a walk? I just wanna get some air.”

“Sure, but Paul’s coming as well. He’ll walk behind, just to keep ya safe.” She nodded and went to the door to pull her shoes on. “Don’t forget your glasses.”

The walked around the neighborhood, each pointing out a place that was special to each other. They stopped for a slice before heading back to the apartment. “So, I know you don’t know what you want to do but I need you to take this.” He handed what looked like a car lock to her.

“What is it?”

“Panic button. If something happens it will send a GPS signal to the penthouse and alert us. I’m not comfortable leavin' ya on your own.”

“Do I have to leave? I mean…”

“No, ya don’t,” Bucky’s accent coming in thick. “But I want ya ta know that I’ll always take care of you.”

Belle’s lower lip wobbled but she didn’t cry. She pocketed the device and took his hand. “Drink?”

“Sure.” They headed to a local dive; Paul ever vigilant behind. They slid into a booth near the back with Bucky sitting with eyes on the door. “If you had to choose…”

“Whiskey sour." She smiled. “I like the occasional hard stuff.”

“Alright, stay here.” Bucky went to the bar to get a drink. He looked back to see a man leering at Belle. He walked back, placing himself between them. “Need something pal?”

“Just talking to this little pretty bird.” The man was large but when Bucky flashed his black metal fist, he slowly back away. “See you around pretty bird.”

Bucky then sat next to Belle. “You ok?”

“Yeah. Haven’t been hit on for a while.” She gave a half smile as a waitress brought the drinks. They sat, listening to the jukebox.

“If you went back,” Bucky started, “would you be able to forgive Steve?”

Belle looked at him. “You already know I’ve started to forgive him.”

“I know,” he replied with a soft smile. “Just wanted you to admit it.”

She sighed. “Do you think I’m overreacting?”

“No. It’s a lot. I never had the chance to meet your dad, but I did my research. He was a good man. Always wanting to do the right thing, even if it meant lying to protect the people he loved.” He gave her a knowing look.

“I hate you,” she mumbled while he laughed. She drained her glass. “Think you could take me home?”

“Home?”

“Yeah, I want to see my husband.” She smiled. “I think I can talk to him rationally now.”

Bucky kissed the top of her head. “Good. C’mon short stuff, let’s get you home.” He signaled to Paul. He threw some money down and headed out. As they walked, he pulled the glasses off her eyes. “Stark did good. Couldn’t find ya till ya hit the doorbell at Lila’s.”

“Was wondering how you did…” she started when Paul yelled out.

“Bucky! Get down!” Paul drew his weapon and fired as the first shots rang out.

Bucky covered Belle but was hit. He collapsed on top of her, blood seeping. “Belle, run,” he whispered.

“Bucky! No!”

“Run! Push the button and run!” He manages to pull himself up and draw his weapon and fired back. Belle watched as Paul was hit and goes down.

“Go now!” Bucky pushed her to the alley way to cover. She reached into her pocket and pushed the button as another round came their way. She dropped the device as Bucky took the round to the shoulder in shielding her. He handed her a phone. “Call Steve. He’ll find you. Go!”

“Bucky!”

“Run!”

Belle ran down the alley as she looked for a place to hide.

In the tower, Steve was trying Bucky again, not understanding the note he left.

Have an idea. Will be back.

“Steve, you are making me dizzy,” Nat said. She checked the computer again. “FRIDAY still doesn’t have any hits.”

“God, she’s out there all alone.” Steve ran a hand through his hair.

“She’s being smart. If we can’t find, neither can they.”

Suddenly the computer flashed a red message: Panic Button Activated

“What the fuck?” A geo-tag popped up and it pinned in Brooklyn.

“FRIDAY see if there is surveillance,” Steve ordered. “Sam...”

“I’m on it.” He jumped out the window and his wings extended as Nat had Friday send him the coordinates.

“Captain, video online,” FRIDAY said.

It was grainy footage outside a bar in Brooklyn. Several bodies were on the floor as flashing lights were in the background. One of the lights flashed and he saw Paul’s face. “Shit!”

“That’s Paul, but who’s that farther down,” Nat asked.

The zoomed over and saw Bucky laying on the floor. “Bucky!” He saw he was still breathing but shallow. He was moving his hands. “What is that?”

Nat zoomed more and saw the movement. “He’s signing."

B-E-L-L-E-D-A-N-G-E-R

“Belle’s in danger.” Steve breathed out, starting to lose focus when his phone rang.

Running through the streets of Brooklyn, Belle never imagined her life would turn out like this. Her past, her history had been leading to this. A history she was unaware of until just a few days ago. She was so angry at everyone. Steve, Tony, Bucky, Sam, Nat, all of them kept it from her. So, she ran. Now, she just wanted to be home, safe in Steve’s arms. But she ran. Why oh why did she run?

She found a diner and tried to calmly enter and sit in the back, low. She knew she needed to become inconspicuous, so she pulled her dark hair into the hood of her sweater, tapped the glasses that Tony had given her to change her eye color and look at her phone. It still had blood on it from where it splattered on her. “Bucky,” she whispered. Bucky shielded her when they were attacked. She had remembered to push her panic button but who knew if Clint or Steve was watching for it. She had dropped it when she started to run, hoping it would save him.

She scrolled to Steve’s number. “Please pick up,” she whispered.

Steve’s deep timbre answered. Isabella? Where are you?

“Steve. I’m in a diner in Brooklyn. Uh,” she looked around, “Sheila’s on 10th. Steve, Bucky…” she sobbed. The tears just streamed down her face.

Belle, we’re on the way. Just stay low. I’m coming for you baby.

“Steve, I’m so scared.”

I know baby, but I’m coming. I love you.

“I love you too. I’m sorry I ran. Please… No!” She screamed as a hand grabbed her, dropping the phone. One man held her, covering her mouth.

Belle?! Isabella?! Steve was yelling in the phone, frantic. He heard movement.

A second man picked up the phone. “You want her, Captain? Come get her.”

Welp, we have come full circle... and with Christmas on Monday, I don't know if you guys want an update or wait...

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cherry-gemz · 3 years

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Open Book: Part I

Summary: As the Assistant Librarian for a small town in Florida, you find yourself intrigued with an extraordinary little girl and her charming uncle. As each day goes by, you teach the girl about adventure and mystery with your love of books. Little do you know what's in store for you next.

Pairings: Y/N and Frank Adler

Rating: PG, all fluff

Word count: IDK, failed at the assignment 2k+ lol. So I split the fic.

Challenge Prompt: Write a story about someone trying to find the perfect birthday gift.

A/N: Happiest of birthdays dear @a-little-counter-esperanto. You are the bees knees and really a true gem! I'm so happy we've become friends - we have so many things in common it's cray. I'm wishing you all the love and happiness, sunshine! May you continue to have a fantastic birthday sleepover and enjoy being loved by all! Hope you enjoy the fic xx - Cherry

"Did you get the flowers?" Mary asked as she sat on the couch flipping through the tv.

Frank patted his chest and then his jeans in search of his keys.

"What?"

Mary kept changing the channels without a beat,"Frank. You're supposed to buy a girl flowers on the date."

Frank furrowed his brow, "Uh...no. Have you seen my keys? Really?"

Mary rolled her eyes, "She's not gonna kiss you goodnight."

He searched on the kitchen table and rummaged through old mail when a knock at the door interrupted his concentration. As he bee-lined to the door, Mary turned off the tv and hopped off the couch to grab her latest book she'd chiseled her way through for the week.

Frank swung the door open abruptly and started you as you stood at their doorstep.

"Hey! You made it, great!" Frank exclaimed. "Sorry, my head's a mess."

Mary now situated herself at the kitchen table and shouted over her shoulder, "It's because he hasn't been on a real date in over six months."

Frank turned red," What? No...I mean yes, but jeez, Mary. Remember we talked about how to read a room?"

He turned back to you, "Come in, come in. I'm just trying to find my keys."

You chuckled and nodded to the doorknob which held his set of keys and he smacked his forehead.

As you walked into the house, you noticed little knickknacks here and there on shelves. And books. Mountains of books everywhere. Piling on top of each other.

"Hi Mary," you smiled as she kept her back to you, nose deep in her book.

"Mary…" Frank scolded as he put his hands on his hips.

"Hi, Ms. Y/N."

You smiled as you approached her, "May I sit?"

She nodded in agreement and you pulled out a chair.

"I brought you something…" you say as you rummage through your canvas bag for your book on crabs. "Well, actually I was hoping you could help me...see…"

Frank smiled as he saw the two of you bonding. He caught himself admiring you more than he'd like to admit as he needed to head off to his date soon. He appreciated your assistance with babysitting Mary as the two of you first met at the local library. His date, Justine, was a waitress at the bar he would visit from time to time. While there was a chemistry between them, it was really just through vanity. With you, he had come to know you at a deeper level: the way you’d squint or furrow your brow when reviewing your clipboard. Or how adorable you’d look chewing on the cap of your pen when trying to finalize an email at your desk. He saw that you loved the color yellow, considering how many skirts and cardigans you’d paired together. And that you were a romantic at heart - the classics were your fave to read and how’d you get lost in historical facts when he had first asked you what your hobbies were. Seeing how a beautiful person you were, inside and out, he now regretted asking Justine out with you on his mind.

Mary's eyes scanned the books of quantum physics and mathematics. At first you thought perhaps she had another book instead, but as you watched her day in and day out, you were astounded at the tiny prodigy and her ability to ascertain such knowledge at her age. You'd correct the cataloging errors for the day and find her reading for enjoyment it seemed.

Then one day Frank arrived. Mary had always left on her own, but as if it were any old regular day, the handsome uncle came to retrieve his stellar niece. He had a warmness to him. His dark brown hair and beard complemented his face, one that was obvious in an overall attractiveness. And he was kind, he showed that by adopting his niece after her mother had passed away and truly nurturing her gifted talent. You learned he fixed boats for a living and lived not too far from the library. You smiled at the odd pair together, they somehow seemed to work however.

As you checked their books out, Mary tiptoed over the large walnut desk and glanced at you.

"You're pretty," she stated.

"Mary. What did we say?" Frank tsked, embarrassed, but didn't disagree with her observation.

"What? Frank, you told me that I need to state facts, rather than assumptions. And I am stating a fact that Ms. Y/LN is pretty. Do you think she's pretty, Frank?"

Frank coughed into his fist and blushed, you smirked, half wanting to know his answer, half laughing inside of how Mary was so blunt.

"Yes, Ms. Y/LN is very pretty," he replied and gazed at your eyes. He licked his lips and you had to turn away feeling flushed. You closed the last book and placed it in Mary's backpack.

"All set," you replied. "These are due on the 23rd."

Frank zipped up the backpack and slung it over his broad shoulder. "Thanks, we'll see you tomorrow."

"Oh?" You replied as Mary looked at you both attempting to assess the flirtation occuring before her eyes.

"Well, yeah, she loves it here, I mean. And we have a few other books to return."

"Yes, we'll see you tomorrow. Bye, Mary."

"Bye," Mary replied and skipped off.

Frank showed up every day after that. You found it endearing, but not wanting to read into something that wasn't there, you focused your attention on Mary. That only seemed to peak his interest further. While he had a knack for attracting women, his heart was never in it for the long haul since the minute they found out about Mary, they'd either run away from the possible responsibility, or Mary would run them off herself. But with you it was different. You were genuine and kind to Mary. Knowing quite well of her mathematical abilities, you would challenge her in other areas: art, zoology, history. You found that while she could read more college level books than any person you met in the small town, she still was a child wanting to learn about all other aspects of life. You'd sit together at a table: you, reviewing inventory spreadsheets for the latest book fair and her, immersed in some book that would put you to sleep at night.

"Frank, you should ask Ms. Y/LN out," Mary stated one day as the three of you sat at a table together. Frank practically choked and you shook your head, secretly wanting to say yes.

"Aw, Mary. Well, I bet Ms. Y/LN has guys lined up at her door every night."

"No, she doesn't," Mary replied as she turned a page of her book. Frank laughed and placed his hand on Mary's shoulder, pretending to shake her.

"Well, actually Ms. Y/LN…" he said as your heart skipped a beat.

"Y/N," you interrupted. "You can call me Y/N. I feel we're on a first name basis now considering you're here everyday."

“Y/N,” he smiled. His hair was more combed today. You had noticed that he seemed to be disheveled when you first met him, however either Mary’s tactics were rubbing off on him, or it was your pure imagination.

“Yes?” you piped. You haven't been regularly dating lately. There just weren’t many prospects these days. Not ones that could keep up with conversation, let alone intellect. So instead, you found yourself immersed with your favorite fictional characters in the sea of books you’d grown to know and love.

His brow furrowed, he seemed nervous and he picked at the edge of a book as he attempted to gather his thoughts.

“Do you have a favorite book?” Mary interrupted as Frank turned to her, but seemingly glad she saved him from embarrassment.

“Do I have a favorite book? Hmmm...” you thought and a childish smile appeared on your face. “I have many favorite books, Mary...The Velveteen Rabbit, The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe…”

“Yeah, but what’s like your most favorite book?”

You extended your hand out to her and she willingly accepted. Frank perked up his interest as he watched the two of you scamper off into the fiction area. Curious, he stood up and decided to follow. The two of you giggled quietly as you made your way around the columns, your free hand lightly ghosting over the spines of the books. The subtle scent of paper and dust permeated Frank’s sense of smell. He was more of an outdoorsy person nowadays as he had left behind his scholarly days teaching in Boston. It’s where Mary learned most from, his appetite to keep learning, vernacular, and wit . You slowed down and perused a row until you found your favorite book.

“Aha!” you exclaim and hid the book behind your back as Mary jumped up and down with excitement. “Now, I’m not sure if this is something you’d be interested in, it’s more for ten year olds in my opinion. However, I know you’re a very mature young lady and I find that you’d quite enjoy the story if you give it a chance.”

Frank smiled, perplexed as to what book could possibly be your favorite. You pulled the book from behind and showed Mary.

“Little Women,” she stated. “By Louisa May Alcott.”

“Yes. It’s a beautiful story, really. About sisters and the trials they endure during the American Civil War. There’s friendship, love, and growth.”

Mary bunched her nose, you could tell she was on the fence about whether she’d enjoy a story about fictional sisters and yucky love stuff. You started to pull it away, however she grabbed it from your hands. You laughed and looked at Frank who leaned onto the columns and folded his arms.

“Seems someone is wanting to expand their horizons,” he chuckled.

“So it seems,” you smiled back as Mary skipped off to return to the table leaving the two of you behind.

“I’m more of a Lord of the Rings man myself.”

“Really?” you responded playfully. “The Hobbit included, right?”

“Of course,” he scoffed. “I think I actually just read that one to be honest, I just wanted to impress you. I spent my time reading Calvin and Hobbes more, probably how Mary learned my sarcasm.”

You laugh and touch his forearm as a reflex, but quickly realize and pull away. The spark that you felt when you connected was undeniable. You felt butterflies with him standing next to you and you hoped he hadn’t noticed your inability to remain calm.

“Y/N…” he started to say nervously. “Would it be alright if I called ya? Maybe we can get together sometime?”

“Oh, umm,” you replied, caught off guard. While you definitely had caught feelings for the handsome man, you never would have thought it’d be reciprocated. You stuttered, trying to gather your response.

Your hesitation threw him off, and he quickly replied, “I mean...like to sit for Mary or whatever. She really likes you.”

“Of course...yes,” you reply defeated in hopes that he would have asked you out. Instead of asking why he didn’t, you started to walk back to Mary. Frank scrunched his face in frustration in knowing he missed his shot with you and blurted out the most platonic question instead. He realized as well and quickly shoved his hands into his jeans pockets and followed your lead.

Frank watched as you comfortably plopped yourself next to Mary on the couch, dreading that he had to meet up with Justine. He’d much rather relax on the couch with you and the rugrat, enjoying some silly kids movie together.

You peered over the couch, “Is it okay if she has popcorn?”

“What? Yes,” Mary said flatly and jumped off the couch to the kitchen.

“Okay, miss. But not too much sugar. Bedtime is still at 9,” Frank replied as you shrugged your shoulders.

“It’s the weekend, Frank,” Mary called out from the kitchen.

“Yes, but-“

“Will you be late?” you asked.

He looked at you in surprise, “Um, no. Probably before ten?”

“Okay, have fun.”

“It’s Y/N’s birthday,” Mary replied, carrying two coke bottles and a bag of jelly beans.

You shook your head in regret of ever telling the child when your birthday was. She was so inquisitive that day, asking about all your favorites: food, animals, books, and now birthday.

“It’s your birthday?!” Frank asked.

“Yeah, no big deal.”

“How old are you?” Mary asked as she set the drinks on the coffee table and then remembered how Frank would scold her about leaving water rings. She grabbed the coasters and placed them under the bottles.

“Mary!” Frank detested and placed his hands on his hips.

“How old do you think I am?” You tease, waving off to Frank that it was okay.

“Older than Justine, that’s for sure. She said she was 24, but looks 34. But she acts like she's 12. She hasn't even read anything on quantum physics, she thought wave mechanics was something Frank was working on with a boat,” she said coolly and popped a few jelly beans into her mouth. She nestled herself back into the couch cushions and wiggled her feet.

“Mary Elizabeth!” Frank’s voice boomed as he entered the living room.

Mary leaned over to whisper to you, “Frank says I'm not supposed to correct older people. Nobody likes a smart-ass.”

“And a busy body,” he huffed.

You nodded and laughed quietly, entertained at his expense.

“Well I am 32,” you smiled and looked at your watch, “As of one hour ago as a matter of fact.”

“That’s good. You’re much more mature than Justine and a better fit for him. Happy Birthday.”

“Thank you.”

“Mary…that’s it. You’re on your last warning,” Frank bellowed. “Don’t make me let Y/N go home and then you’re stuck with me tonight.”

“What? No! Okay. I’m sorry,” she lamented and folded her arms.

Frank’s demeanor changed as he turned to you, “I hadn’t known it was your birthday. Don’t feel pressured to sit for her tonight if you have other plans.” Secretly he wanted to cancel on Justine and spend the night celebrating you instead.

“Oh it’s okay! It kind of appeared out of nowhere. I usually go back home and celebrate with friends and family, but my schedule didn’t permit it this year. Next year, perhaps.”

“What’s your favorite dessert?” Mary asked as she chewed on another handful of jelly beans.

“Red velvet cheesecake,” you smiled. “I have a sweet tooth.”

Frank couldn’t concentrate on his date with Justine. His mind was elsewhere. On you. Justine grazed her hand as they sat next to each other at the bar. He seemed unfazed by her gesture and looked at his watch, 9:14pm. Would it be too obvious if he cut the date short that he was into you? He coughed and took a swig of his beer.

“Do you wanna come back to my place?” She cooed and bit her lip in anticipation.

“What? Oh actually I was gonna head out. The sitter needed me home by 9:30,” he lied.

“Oh, sitter?”

“Yeah, Mary. Remember? My niece?”

“That’s right. How old is she again?”

“Seven,” He said, annoyed. He recalled they had met once before. The bartender approached them and handed Frank the receipt.

“Hey, do you have any desserts on the menu?”

Justine’s ears perked in curiosity of where he was going with asking about dessert.

The bartender grunted slightly and threw a mangled tri-fold menu and Frank grabbed it quickly.

“Buddy, ring me up for the red velvet cupcake.”

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cocastyle · 4 years

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Robin — Prologue

Pairing - Joel Dawson x reader

Word Count - 2,756

A/N - and here is the prologue! this series is going to be so much fun and I hope everyone enjoys it as much as me! comment how you think it’s going so far and any theories you think may happen during the series!

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⭒❃.✮:▹ PROLOGUE ◃:✮.❃⭒

"I didn't really have your typical upbringing. I mean, I did at first, but then the world ended. I mean, I don't think anyone was really shocked. We always thought it might, and then it just finally happened. But how it happened, now that's where it gets interesting."

"Agatha 616."

"Hey! I wanted to be the one to say that. You totally just stole my thunder, Robin. As disappointing as that just was, she's right. Yep, an asteroid heading straight for Earth. I know. So obvious. So, humanity came together, and we did what we do best."

"We shot a bunch of rockets at it!"

"And we blew it up! And it was great!"

"But it wasn't."

"Once again, she's right. You see, the thing that makes rockets rockets. . .chemical compounds, a lot of 'em. Which rained back down on us, and everything changed."

"And by 'everything,' he means cold-blooded creatures. And by 'changed,' he means mutated and started eating us to death."

"Ants, lizards, roaches, crocodiles. You name it. There's a lot of 'em. Actually, we knew this one kid who was eaten in his sleep by a goldfish he won at a carnival."

"Poor Todd."

"He loved that goldfish."

"And that cat of his that got eaten."

"Rest in piece, buddy. So, for most of human history, if you wanted to kill a cockroach, right, all you needed was a shoe. Well, suddenly you needed a shotgun. And sometimes even a tank. And sometimes even that doesn't work. Especially if you don't stay in the tank, Bob."

"Bob?"

"I was just saying a random name. I don't know if his name is actually Bob."

"Then why—?"

"Y/N."

"Right. Your speech, not mine. Sorry."

"Eventually, the really big creatures and our military took each other out. We lost 95% of the human population in about a year. That's a lot of Bobs."

"And a lot of Todds."

"Exactly. Those of us who survived we hid anywhere we could — bunkers, caves, panic rooms, all around the world. So for the last seven years Y/N and I have been living in an underground bunker. And it's not as bad as it sounds. Really. It's a great group of people, and we all love each other. You know, it's kinda what I imagined college would have been like."

"Definitely not, but believe what you want. Anyways, like Joel said, we've been living in an underground bunker for the past seven years. It's not always been the best at times, but we do what we need to in order to survive. But for you to understand our story, we need to go back to the beginning. . .to the day it all happened."

"Seven years ago, back when we were sixteen."

- - -

Seven Years Ago

Fairfield, California

The last thing Y/N wanted was to wake up at 5:30 on a summer morning, yet that was exactly what happened on the day the world ended. The annoying beeping sounds filling the air were all Y/N could focus on as she came to, her eyes squeezing shut as she groaned in annoyance and shoved her face into the pillow she was laying on.

She lazily shot her hand out and attempted to reach for her alarm clock, but hesitated when her hand hit what she knew to be the lamp that sat on the table in her living room. Y/N let out a sigh before slowly opening her eyes and looking around. It took a moment for her to realize what was happening, but once she saw the tv that was still on, the pizza box laying on the table with only one slice left, and the figure beside her on the couch Y/N knew what had happened.

Groaning as she looked towards her best friend Joel Dawson who had passed out on the couch beside her, the girl lifted up a pillow before saying, "Joel. Joel, wake up." The boy didn't respond, the only noise escaping his lips being the sound of his own snores. His watch was beeping on his arm, but he didn't seem to be fazed by it.

Y/N frowned before taking the pillow she had picked up and whacking Joel with it. The boy jumped in surprise and fell off the couch and onto the floor. Y/N fell back with a satisfied sigh while Joel groaned on the ground.

"What was that for?" Joel complained, lazily sitting up and rubbing at his eyes while the two looked tiredly at each other.

"Shut that stupid watch up before I do it myself," Y/N murmured. "And by 'do it myself' I mean I'm going to destroy that little fucker so it can never beep again."

Joel cracked a small smile at that before looking down at his watch and turning it off. His eyes flickered over the time and he frowned. "It's 5:30 in the morning? Wasn't it just midnight?" he asked.

"I think we fell asleep during the middle of Civil War. That's what we get for trying to watch all the Marvel movies in a row with no sleep," she said with a yawn as she closed her eyes once again.

"We were behind anyways," Joel pointed out as he pulled himself up off of the ground and back onto the couch so that he could put on his shoes. "We wouldn't have finished before I had to leave. Speaking of which, I've got to go. Aimee should be picking me up soon and I smell like pizza and tears."

"It's not my fault you cry during almost every movie," Y/N retorted.

"They're just so good!" Joel argued making Y/N smile softly as she let her eyes open up long enough to admire the boy. He was tying his last shoe, so didn't seem to notice as she slowly ran her eyes over the features of his face. However, the moment he was sitting back up, Y/N closed her eyes to make it seem like she wasn't watching him.

Joel looked towards her and stared at her for a moment before smiling and reaching out for the blanket that was already falling off of her and onto the floor. He picked it up and shook off the crumbs from the food they had eaten before laying it on top of the girl.

"Why do you have to leave?" Y/N whispered, opening her eyes up a bit while Joel finished fixing the blanket and kneeled onto the ground in front of her. He leaned against the edge of the couch so that the two could be face to face. The lack of distance was enough to make Y/N’s heart skip a beat, but she knew Joel wasn't thinking anything of it.

"I'm just going to go see Aimee for a little bit so that we can watch the sunrise. I'll be back after, okay?" Joel said. Y/N studied him for a moment before nodding her head. The boy grinned and pulled away to get up onto his feet again. "You try and catch up on some z's while I'm gone." Y/N nodded again and Joel leaned down to press a quick kiss to her forehead, an action that made the girl close her eyes in a moment of pure bliss. "I'll be back soon, Robin."

Y/N smiled softly at the nickname Joel had given her. He liked to refer to themselves as Batman and Robin and seeing as he had insisted he was Batman in their friendship, Joel had grown to call her Robin so much over the years that it now flowed off of his tongue naturally. Y/N had never bothered arguing with Joel about who was actually Batman, instead relishing in the way Joel would flash her that goofy grin of his when he called her Robin.

Y/N got too lost in her thoughts to notice Joel walking away until she heard the sound of the front door opened and closed. She opened her eyes for a moment, her heart sinking slightly as she thought about how Joel was leaving to be with his girlfriend Aimee. However, not wanting to dwell on the fact for too long, Y/N just closed her eyes and willed herself to go back to sleep.

Even after she fell asleep, her dreams were filled of nothing but her best friend who she had found herself falling for more and more since the second grade. Not that she was complaining. This was what her life usually was like. Y/N secretly pining over Joel while he dated other girls. It was hard to see, but Y/N knew that as long as he was happy, she would be happy even if it meant they didn't end up together.

Y/N slept for quite a while, hoping she would wake up to Joel returning and hopping back onto the couch with her. However, what she wasn't expecting was for the sound of an explosion to send her jolting off the couch while her whole house shook around her.

The girl fell to the ground with a groan, but her eyes shot open wide as the ground shook again and another explosion filled the air. "What-?" she whispered before slowly pulling herself up off of the floor and looking out the window. Her eyes widened at the sight of fire in the horizon and she felt a surge of panic wash over her as she heard the screams of people filling the air as families started running out of their houses.

"Mom! Dad!" Y/N called out, her parents running down the stairs not too long after that with their pajamas still on and their eyes still fighting away the sleep that had taken over them only a couple of moments before.

Y/N could barely process what was happening after that. The next thing she knew, they were all dressed and throwing their stuff into their car. Her parents were running around and arguing over what they actually needed, so the brunette took the time to look next door where Joel's house stood. Her eyes flickered over the scene, attempting to find her best friend but only seeing his parents.

"Y/N!" Mrs. Dawson exclaimed as she caught sight of the girl. She frantically ran across the yard to her, her hands grabbing onto Y/N’s arms as she asked, "Where's Joel? Where—Where is he?"

"I-I don't know," Y/N admitted, her eyes wide with panic as she still tried to process what was happening. "He left to go see Aimee earlier this morning. He didn't tell me where they went."

Mrs. Dawson frowned and was just about to say something more when a red jeep came barreling down the road and stopped in front of the house. Mrs. Dawson released Y/N immediately while the girl let out a sigh of relief as she saw Joel stumble out of the car.

"I'm sorry!" Joel exclaimed, barely getting his feet onto the ground before Y/N was running at him and practically jumping into his arms for a hug. Joel didn't hesitate to hug her back, his grip tight as he looked towards his mother.

"Thank God! Where have you been, Joel?" his mother asked.

"We have to go right now. Say your goodbyes, get in the car," his father told them.

Y/N then seemed to noticed Aimee who was watching her warily as if she could see right through the girl's facade. She let go of Joel and squeezed his arm before nodding towards Aimee. "Go say goodbye to her. I'm going to finish packing up and then we can talk," she told him.

Y/N didn't give Joel time to respond before she was running back over to her house where her parents were now throwing the last of their things into the car. She helped toss a few more things into the car before closing the trunk with her father. "Go say goodbye, Y/N. We need to leave. Now," her father said causing Y/N to blink in surprise.

"Goodbye? Aren't we going with the Dawsons?" she asked.

"Honey, we don't know where we're going. Our priority is keeping you safe, not trying to stay with the Dawsons," her mother told her.

"But—" Y/N began.

"Y/N," her father sternly said. Y/N frowned slightly and then with a shaky breath turned to begin her way over to Joel who was staring after his girlfriend as she walked towards her jeep.

"Aimee!" he called out causing Y/N to slow down her steps as she caught sight of the look in his eyes. "I love you."

Y/N went rigid at that, the sound of Joel saying those words to someone else making her feel like she may be sick. Tears begin to spring in her eyes and she desperately tried to stop herself, but she couldn't help it. She knew Joel had dated other girls before, but hearing him proclaim his love for one was something she had never had to witness.

And it hurt.

"I love you too," Aimee told him.

"I'm gonna come find you," Joel assured her.

"You better," Aimee said before hopping into her jeep and driving away.

Y/N was still frozen in place, her tears now falling freely down her face while Joel looked her way. His heart broke at the sight of her and he didn't hesitate to run over and wrap her up in his embrace. "Hey, we're going to be okay," he whispered, thinking that her tears were because of them having to say goodbye and not because of the interaction he had just had with Aimee.

Y/N seemed to snap out of her trance at that and she gripped onto Joel tightly, her tears becoming worse as she realized this could potentially be the last time she saw her best friend. "Joel," she whimpered. "This can't be goodbye."

"Hey, hey," Joel said as he pulled away enough to wipe way her tears, his hands cupping the sides of her face. "It's not. We've survived everything together. I'm not about to let this stand in our way either. We're Batman and Robin, remember? We'll always find our way back to each other."

Y/N let her eyes flicker over Joel's face, a few more tears rolling down her cheeks before she held her hand out. "Batman," she said with a small nod.

"Robin," Joel whispered, nodding back at her as he clasped her hand with his own. They held onto each other tightly before Y/N hugged him one last time.

"I love you," she whispered, knowing very well that he didn't understand the true meaning of her words.

"I love you too. We'll find each other, okay?" he said before he noticed Y/N’s parents anxiously staring at the pair. Sighing, Joel squeezed her tight one last time before pulling away and leaning forward to press a small kiss to her forehead. "Bye, Robin." And then he gave her that small goofy smile of his that only made her heart ache more.

"Bye, Joel," she whispered, allowing herself to look at him one last time before turning and running to the car her parents were already climbing into. Y/N didn't dare look back, knowing that if she did it would only make it that much worse.

We're Batman and Robin, remember?

We'll always find our way back to each other.

- - -

"Long story short, I was right and we did find each other again. Granted it took two weeks, but—"

"Well, sorry. I didn't exactly have the colony there to pick me up when my parents died. I had to find you guys all on my own."

"And I see my mistake and I apologize. You did better than I ever could and I love you for it. You see, Y/N’s been my best friend since we were in kindergarten. Some jerk named Harley thought it would be funny to shove me off the swing set and take the swing from me. Y/N thought differently and punched him so hard he flew off the swing as if he had purposefully jumped off."

"I got sent to the principal's office right after, but I gained Joel as my best friend, so it wasn't a complete loss."

"We've been practically inseparable ever since and not even the apocalypse was able to keep us apart for too long."

"And now that you all know how our story began and a little bit about us, we can skip ahead to where we are now, seven years later in an underground bunker."

"This is where our story really begins.”

#love and monsters #love #and #monsters #joel dawson imagine #joel dawson #joel dawson x reader #dylan o’brien x reader #dylan o'brien #Aimee #Clyde #minnow #boy #apocalypse

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reallivegeekgirl · 3 years

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StanQuest

Something clicked on in my brain a couple months ago and suddenly Sebastian Stan became the hottest man alive. So I decided to watch everything he’s ever been in. A friend and I called it StanQuest.

Here are my spoiler-free reviews for anyone considering something similar (in inverse chronological order starting with latest works and going back in time. The stars are an overall rating of the work, not of Sebastian’s performance.

This only lists things I could find streaming for free or a price I was willing to pay. It does not count after credits scenes, music videos, or works in which he was uncredited.

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (2021) - TV show - ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - This started it all. I very much enjoyed it. Good balance of humor and action, heart and heroics. I’ve watched it four times already, and will watch it again. Bucky Barnes is my favorite character of his and this is my favorite story of Bucky's so far. I can’t wait to see what he does next. (And I have a lot to say about how they treat his trauma in this show. I’ve definitely written about it before and may again.)

Monday (2020) - Movie - ⭐⭐⭐ - This is the one where he gets naked. If that’s all you’re looking for, enjoy. It was a very realistic portrayal of a relationship between two deeply flawed people. It can get depressing. But hey, penis.

The Devil All the Time (2020) - Movie - ⭐⭐⭐⭐ - If you think Monday is depressing, this movie says “hold my beer”. But something about it is just captivating. It’s really disturbing, and if you’ve ever been screwed over by American Evangelical Christianity it might be more disturbing. Still, I’ve watched it twice. And as much of a bastard as Lee Bodecker is, he also looks really cuddly. He’s just barely in it.

The Last Full Measure (2019) - Movie - ⭐⭐⭐⭐ - You will cry. A lot. It’s based on a true story. Sebastian plays a man who cares more about his career than this weird quest dumped on his desk by his boss, but changes his mind and his heart as he investigates why a war hero was denied a medal of honor 34 years before. Definitely recommend.

Endings, Beginnings (2019) - Movie - ⭐⭐⭐⭐ - One of two love interests in the complicated life of Shailene Woodley’s Daphne, Sebastian is an adorable mess. The editing is interesting and fresh feeling. Watch it and you’ll see what I mean. Fair amount of sex in this movie, and you see his butt. It’s a very nice butt. I’ve watched this one a few times so far.

Avengers: Endgame (2019) - Movie - ⭐⭐ - There is no reason to watch this movie if you’re not familiar with at least most of the rest of the MCU. It plays merry hob with the rules of time travel, and only makes sense if you don’t really think about it. In my opinion, the ending is really freaking stupid comsidering his character’s history, but at least it sets up TFatWS, which was amazing.

We Have Always Lived in the Castle (2018) - Movie - ⭐ - If you’re into movies that are creepy but also almost nothing happens for most of the movie, this is the one for you. Sebastian is handsome as hell, but also a complete asshole. As fine as he is, I’m not gonna watch this again. I fucking hated it.

Destroyer (2018) - Movie - ⭐⭐- I had a hard time paying attention to the plot because it seemed like they made this movie just to get Nicole Kidman an Oscar nomination for wearing ugly makeup and playing a complete mess of a person. It’s a fine movie, and all of the performances are good. Sebastian looks surprisingly good with the short hair and goatee. Ultimately, the plot is depressing and the whole movie seems kind of pointless.

Avengers: Infinity War (2018) - Movie - ⭐⭐- Again, no reason to watch this if you aren’t already familiar with all the movies leading up to it. It’s long and the villain looks like Grimace and a California Raisin had an evil baby. The ending made me scream with frustration that I had to wait until the next one came out. Now I just watch them back-to-back if I watch them at all. It’s not a good movie, but it is part of a long-form story that I enjoy in general.

I’m Not Here (2017) - Movie - ⭐⭐- Another depressing one. Told over the course of one man’s terrible life, it’s a sad account of how much your parents can fuck you up. Sebastian portrays the middle part of the man’s life. J.K. Simmons plays the current day part and unreliable narrator.. Do not watch unless you are fully prepared to be sad for a really long time after.

I, Tonya (2017) - Movie - ⭐⭐⭐- This movie is hilarious. I mean, the true story is insane and really stupid. The spousal abuse is hard to watch, and Sebastian’s mustache in this is a war crime. But the acting is great and it’s a very engaging movie. The parts that aren’t horrifying are pretty funny.

Logan Lucky (2017) - Movie - ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - Watch. This. Movie. Sebastian Stan is only in it a little, but it’s a really fun, clever caper/heist movie and everyone in it is fantastic. I don’t want to say anything else about it if you’re going in fresh. I’ll be rewatching this one a lot

Captain America: Civil War (2016) - Movie - ⭐⭐⭐⭐ - If you ignore how kind of silly the conflict over the Sokovia Accords is, this is a good Marvel movie. Sebastian gets a lot of screen time because Bucky is the more pressing concern/urgent point of contention than the Accords. Bucky is my favorite character of his partly because of this movie.

The Martian (2015) - Movie - ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - I’m watching it(again) as I’m typing this. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve watched it. Sebastian Stan isn’t in it very much, but he’s very cute and so is his little story arc. Mostly I watch it because Ridley Scott made a fantastic movie. If you can get your hands on the Blu-Ray, it comes with a ton of extras. They made a very complete story that isn’t all seen in the movie. A lot of it is stuff about Mars, but there are also extra “crew” interviews, so there’s another chance to see more of Sebastian’s character.

Ricki and the Flash (2015) - Movie - ⭐⭐⭐⭐ - He’s not in this very much, but he’s very cute when he does appear. It’s all about the relationship between Ricki and her daughter. Definitely rewatchable. Meryl Streep is fantastic, because she’s Meryl Streep.

The Bronze (2015) - Movie - ⭐ - This is not a good movie. It’s about Olympic gymnastics, so it might be slightly more interesting right now while the Olympics are happening. Sebastian isn’t in it a lot, but his performance is certainly… memorable. Weirdest sex scene I’ve ever seen. Worth watching just for that.

Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) - Movie - ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - This is the one I can watch over and over. I bought a Winter Soldier face mask for when I need to feel like a badass. Bucky’s story is really sad, but he’s also extremely sexy with the metal arm and determined walk.

Once Upon a Time (2012-2013) - TV Show - ⭐⭐⭐ - This show is so stupid, but it’s also fun. If you haven’t seen it, the premise is that fairy tale characters are real and live in another land. Snow White’s Evil Queen casts a spell to transport a bunch of them to a town she creates in Maine called Storybrooke, and gives them all fake memories so she can be mayor and watch them all not remember who they are. Sebastian plays Jefferson, a.k.a. The Mad Hatter. He’s in a few episodes in season 1 and 2, and doesn’t get a ton of screen time, but he’s really cute and tragic as Jefferson. It probably helps to watch the whole first season just to understand his episodes, but that’s up to your tolerance for weird shit. Note: IMDB says he’s in an episode uncredited, but I’ve watched it and didn’t see him anywhere in that one.

Labyrinth (2012) - TV Mini-Series - ⭐⭐⭐ - Two episodes that tell a complete story. Sebastian isn’t in this one a whole lot, but he is adorable. It’s a strange story about religious stuff and a sort of Holy Grail that’s three books. It’s hard to describe. It’s on Amazon Prime right now, but they’re taking it down August 8, 2021, so watch it while you can.

The Apparition (2012) - Movie - ⭐ - If you like horror movies, you might like this. I did not. From what I understand, it’s not a very good horror movie. Watch with caution and expect it to suck.

Political Animals (2012) - TV Mini-Series - ⭐⭐⭐⭐ - I had to buy this through Apple and watch it on a Mac, but it was worth it. Sebastian plays TJ Hammond, the out gay son of a former American president who is clearly based on Bill Clinton. Sigorney Weaver plays the former first lady and current secretary of state. TJ struggles with addiction and relationship problems. His performance is heart-wrenching. The whole show is pretty great. I wish there was more of it.

Gone (2012) - Movie - ⭐⭐⭐ - More of a psychological thriller than a horror movie. Sebastian has a small amount of screen time as the worried boyfriend. Amanda Seyfried is good. She carries the film well on her own.

Captain America: The First Avenger (2011) - Movie - ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - If you haven’t seen this yet, I’d like to know what it’s like under your rock. This is a movie I can rewatch a lot, and have. I 100% cried in the theater. Sebastian looks fantastic in uniform as Bucky Barnes. This is his introduction and the start of his ultimately tragic story (before he’s saved by his best friend, again).

Black Swan (2010) - Movie - ⭐⭐⭐⭐ - Sebastian is barely in this. He’s basically just in one scene in a dance club. But I watched it to try to complete StanQuest, and I had seen it before. It’s a good movie, but might induce some nightmares, depending on what scares you. If Natalie Portman didn’t at least get a nomination for an award she was robbed.

Gossip Girl (2007-2010) - TV Show - ⭐⭐ - Carter Baizen is a little shit. The episodes with Sebastian in them might have made more sense if I watched the show from the beginning, but I didn’t want to. His character is an asshole, but a very cute one.

Hot Tub Time Machine (2010) - Movie - ⭐⭐⭐- The people who made this movie are bad at math, and their rules of time travel are sketchy at best, but it is funny and entertaining. Sebastian plays a ski patrol bro who’s paranoid about the Russians, which is hilarious irony to me. Worth watching if you want to laugh at something dumb.

Kings (2009) - TV Show - ⭐⭐⭐- Sebastian plays Jack Benjamin, the closeted gay son of the king of a fictional place. It’s loosely based on the David and Goliath story from the Bible. Sebastian is so sad and so gay. His family makes his life a living hell. Ian McShane is a force of nature in this. It’s only one season. I’ve watched it twice. I will watch it again.

Spread (2009) - Movie - no stars - This movie was practically unwatchable. It stars Ashton Kutcher and Anne Heche as a romantic couple, I guess? I ended up just skipping to Sebastian’s scenes and only watching those. Still painful.

The Covenant (2006) - Movie - ⭐⭐⭐ - This movie is so fuckig stupid, and I will watch it a ridiculous number of times. It’s about magic and teenagers, like The Craft for boys. Nothing about it makes sense. It’s terrible, almost irredeemable, but an evil Sebastian with magic powers is a siren song that will make me steer my boat right into the rocks.

And there you have it. There are a bunch of earlier things on IMDB that I just can’t find or don’t want to pay to rent. Maybe some day I’ll watch them and add them to this list.

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damselofblueroses · 3 years

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The Children of Paradise

Summary: Set three years after the Rumbling, a young captain of Paradise Island, Anna Doukaina suddenly learned that her husband alive during the Paradisian Revolution.

Chapter Summary: After one month that Anna spent in the Doukaina's (Levi's Tea Shop) she was more than ready to explode. One day she decided to visit the Library and she had to face a couple of realities which she had no idea. This chapter contains a temporary health issue, if you can be negatively triggered by fainting, becoming numb or the loss of conscious please do not continue :)

Warnings: MANGA SPOILERS AND ESPECIALLY CHAPTER 139, Descriptions of Depression and Grief, Mentions of Death, Emotional Hurt. Progress of the fiction contains nsfw / Smut, minors please do not.

Note: The idea of Paradisian Revolution and the transformation of Historia Reiss are the offspring of my imagination, I would like to think about how would Levi’s aftermath of the Rumbling be in my head after I read chapter 139 :)

Word Count: 6.5k

Chapter Two: the Ouroboros

“Mrs. Ackerman?” I heard the voice of little kid, Sofia and turned to the source of voice. She was jumping to me by holding a bunch of daisies and dandelions. “Paul told me to give you these flowers.”

I kneeled down to blond girl who was always so lovely, her brown eyes were shining, and her checks were flushing with pink. I patted her head then gave her a piece of chocolate.

“Thank you very much, Sofia. When you and Paul visit me again?”

“We will come in the afternoon, Mrs. Ackerman.” she danced around me. “Gabi and Falco said that they will take us from school today and we can assist them in order to run the café.”

“You are a good girl, you know that.” I smiled. She could be my child. “But do you remember what I asked? Do not call me Mrs. Ackerman, I prefer to be called as Anna but if you want to call me with a surname, call me as Doukaina.”

“I cannot do that!” her eyes instantly became wider, stopped leaping around me like a cannibal. “We are told that we always have to call you by Mr. Ackerman’s name.”

“Who told you this?” I could feel my hands automatically turned into fists.

“Mr. Ackerman.” she was too naïve. “He is very serious, and also Paul strongly advises me to not cause Mr. Ackerman’s anger.”

“Yeah.” I murmured to little girl. “He is a short-tempered man. Anyway, Sofia, call me Anna whenever you will feel more relaxed, okey?”

Her face was telling me that she never would dare to go against Mr. Ackerman’s orders, but I did not say anything on the issue. Instead, I talked with her nonchalantly, made her more excited for the afternoon we were going to share then accompanied her till her house where was two apartments away from Doukaina’s.

Yes.

That bastard dared to name his fucking café after my name.

After leaving Sofia to her house, I came back to the café and tethering my teeth to the name. I was storming to the upstairs.

In the last one month, which I spent by refusing to talk with that motherfucker instead of expressing my thoughts on divorce and grunting a lot, I had a first-handed report on how much that bastard continued on his life without me.

I was in everywhere and nowhere.

The café had been under the Rules of Doukaina that Onyankopon had a civilized conversation with me after that bastard literally seized me in his home. He explained the rules while he was hoping that it would be a catalyser for me to calm down, nope, but I just listened to him without showing an expression. Basically, the rules included what I would like or not, and Captain Ackerman decided to run his own business by accepting my tastes as the standards.

His strategy works very well, Onyankopon shamelessly says.

What the heck I was, his strategy? His experimental rat?

I was fuming after that conversation, but I could manage to hold my anger and pain inside of me. Instead, I remained silent, ignored him when he came back to home, I refused to have dinner with him, I rejected every kind of proposes from him.

After Onyankopon, Gabi and Falco came to me.

Their visits were always hard because of two reasons.

Falco was a sweetheart; I could not refuse his kindness and Gabi had no idea on giving up even if when the occasion called for it. And trust me, my mental and emotional situations definitely called for silence, but Gabi did not get any signals. She told me a lot of stories on a vast range, starting from how horrible Mr. Ackerman was to how much he had been getting through.

Their visits always rip a brick off my invisible wall against him.

When I stayed by myself, and I generally chose to be alone, I realized the real reason of my presence here. It was the most painful part, I could not leave but it was not because of Levi had captured me against my will, I could not find the power of leaving him even though I have already refused even wishing a good day to him.

I cannot leave him, if I will set my foot on my way back to Paradise, I know that I cannot survive this time.

Everything I said, everything I had been doing did not mean a single thing. I was aware of my love to him, although I was broken into pieces because of him.

In this one month, every day I could see his face. Grumpy, unhappy, full of scars, deeply wounded, not like Captain Levi Ackerman who I knew in the past.

But, to my dismay I always loved Levi Ackerman, not the humanity’s strongest, not that legendary and reluctant hero.

I loved that fucking surly, petulant, grouchy, peeved, easily pissed off, clean freak, bossy, dominant and bad-mouthed Levi Ackerman who was always on my side. I loved that shorty who was reliable, extremely strong, capable of many things, careful, kind when the occasion calls for it and very clever.

He was my partner on the battlefield, my friend in the Headquarters, my lover in our tiny place.

Bearing witness of our separated 3 years did not help me to keep my anger against him, however, I had been trained by someone who was famous to hold grudges and has a small piece of forgiveness in the heart.

I was not only Levi’s but also Levi’s sculpture. He craved me with his heart and mind during the years of my training and beyond. Even our marriage bed was a training field.

Oh Jesus, when I remembered that night, a sudden flush attacked to my face, I could feel the heat on my cheeks.

I vividly remember Levi’s voice when he was praising me for being the best one for him although I was inexperienced till that night.

Can you stop remembering unnecessary memories?!

No.

I grunted to my useless brain and moved out of my tiny room. Levi gave me a room in his place when I refused to be in the same area with him. What a gentleman!

He knows you cannot afford a house, and he would kill someone instead of letting go to a hotel. He wants to keep you in front of his eyes, you were absent for a long time, Onyankopon said to me. He always believes he never see you again but all of a sudden you appeared.

If he wanted to keep me with him, why he did not come to fetch me after war, I asked to Onyankopon. He half smiled to me and told me this is a question to be asked to Levi himself. Only he could give me an answer, Onyankopon did not want to interfere our personal lives at this level.

Well, I guessed he interfered a lot but still I did not force him to tell me.

Levi’s flat was the second floor of his café, so I came down of the stairs in order to get fresh air. Levi was working behind Doukaina’s counter, he was dealing with bunch of customers whose I was getting familiar with some of them. When they saw me, they greeted me with their heads, I reciprocated by denying Levi’s strong presence. His eyes were piercing my back, I could feel it, but I refused to take a look back, I grab my coat and bag, then I stepped out of Doukaina’s.

He named his fucking café after me, how should I feel about this? Proud? No fucking way, every time I looked at this name, I lost my nuts.

He managed to be happy without me but living with my shadow. How could I forgive this?

I took a deep breath and started to walk on the street. My foot knew the way, the direction. I was heading to the library. To be honest, I was really so bored because of sitting on my back, it was not something I was familiar with. I had to keep myself busy, and I had to figure a way out in order to be back to Paradise.

With or without Levi.

After one month, observing him without talking, taught me that I could not be that cold-hearted bitch even if I desperately wanted to be. I could not tear him off his life, there was no possible option to try. He built a life for himself, Gabi and Falco, and Onyankopon.

How could I be so heartless taking them into our hell again?

They sacrificed a lot.

Sometimes I looked at Levi and I saw a middle-aged man who spent his life on battlefields, who lost everyone dear to him. His scars telling me how bad he hurt, sometimes he had been making a low-pitched grunt because of pain caused by his leg. He kept working on, but I could easily tell how much physical pain he was in. Falco secretly told me he was seeing a doctor, however there was no treatment to cure his wounded muscles.

And his eye.

I could not forget about his gleamy, metallic grey eyes and piercing look he could give with them. Now, he lost one of them, all the scars on his face, I bet my life on he felt like he was a beast.

Well, he was always a beast but a handsome beast.

Now, I could bet even my life on he felt like cannot be loved because he was no longer the humanity’s strongest, he was no longer Captain Levi Ackerman.

He was only Levi from Doukaina’s, the owner of a little tea shop, a semi-quasi father for a Marleyan kiddo gang.

How can you explain that to Armin? He believes you are trying to persuade Levi to comeback.

I have zero fucks to give the Revolution.

I was in a really darker mood when I reached to the library. The familiar scent of books got my senses immediately and eased my temper.

“Hello, Ms.” I heard the lady at the desk. “How can I help you?”

“Hello. I want to renew my membership to library.” I took my old card out of my purse. “Actually, I was a member, but it has been too long, so I do not know if I have to get a new card.”

“Let me see.” she reached to my membership card, and she gasped. “Miss Doukaina? Is that you?”

“Um, yeah?” I was confused because of her reaction. “Is that something wrong?”

“No!” she yelled and realized where we were and pressed her hand into her mouth. “I am sorry, but we have heard a lot about you. The headmaster will be extremely happy to see you again!”

“Is Angelo still here?” I proclaimed. “Really?”

“Yes, he did not retire yet.” she beamed. “Let me call him, or do you prefer to visit him by yourself?”

“I can go to his office.” I grinned like a Cheshire cat for this unexpected piece of news. “If you allow me, of course.”

“Be my guest.” she looked like I was a very good present and she definitely looked like she wanted to tell me something. I raised one of my eyebrows to push her, she could not hold it back anymore. “Forgive my boldness but I really admire your works!”

“Thank you.” I was surprised but I had to admit that I liked her boldness. I always liked to hear someone liked the works of my brain, it really meant a lot after killing titans and people like an endless string. I did not wish to be praised because of being a good fighter but hearing a praise because of being a good student or librarian was something else. “I am glad to hear that, I did not know they still have my work.”

“Your books are highly demanded both from colleges and individuals.” she smiled like a freak. I easily recognized the pattern of being a fan of someone, her face reminded me my face when I was trained by Levi. I know these shiny eyes, this excitement, this admiration. “I never think I could see you in person.”

“Maria,” another teenager appeared from the door behind of desk. “Headmaster calls for yo- Oh. I am sorry I did not see you Ms.”

“Fred,” she exhaled. “Do you know who is she? She is Miss Anna Doukaina!”

“What?” the young boy’s face went into blank he was literally frozen. “Who?”

“Anna Doukaina!” Maria repeated. “She came back!”

“A-An-,” Fred shuttered. “You must be kidding me; everyone knows she lives in Paradise!”

“Well, you are right.” I interrupted. “I am currently visiting Marley since there is no restriction on visiting people.”

“Yeah. You. Anna. Wow. Doukaina. You are right.” Fred’s eyes became widest, for a second, I thought he could manage to gauge them out only by looking at me. “Wow. Anna Doukaina is here.”

“What Fred means,” Maria stood up by giving her colleague criticizing look. “We do not expect to see you in Marley again after the speculations.”

“Speculations?” I cocked my eyebrow again. “What kind of speculations if I may ask?”

“Well, your husband lives in Marley without you, right? Both of you are famous names, he was a hero amongst people, you were named as a genius and people talks.” She at least managed to seem as embarrassed, but I could see the curiosity burned in her eyes. “You got your degree from Academia while your husband opened a café in the capital, but no one saw you guys together. Everyone believed that you guys divorced, after you went back to Paradise, most of us thought that you would not be back.”

“Holy shit.” I could not hold it. “I did not know we were a material for gossip.”

“You were topic number 1, actually.” Fred spilled the beans. “Especially when you refused to see Mr. Ackerman, a lot of husbands were condemning you.”

“What?”

“When you refused to see Mr. Ackerman,” Fred repeated himself like he was talking something quite natural. “A lo-

“Could you give me a moment, please?” I raised my hand.

“Are you okey?” Maria reached to me with a genuine worry.

“I am fine, thank you.” I replied but I could feel the panic attacks on the way, my breathing was becoming heavier, and my heart was pounding too fast. Bad combination.

“Fetch me a glass of water.” I heard another voice while the room is really starting to spin around me. “Quickly!”

A voice that was familiar to give orders.

A voice that was extremely grumpy but always managed to give me thrills.

The room was becoming darker, I knew that I was losing my sight and conscious for the first time in the last 5 years. Strong, muscled arms held me between their protection, before I fainted, I knew who was holding me.

Levi.

Levi Ackerman, an hour ago

“Oi, brat!” I looked at Falco, he was breathing too fast, and his face was totally red when he made an entrance to Doukaina’s. And his shoes are dirty, fucking hell. “What happened?”

“Mrs. Ackerman!” he yelled. “She is going to the library!”

“Shit.” I hissed between my teeth. Fucking woman. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Gabi saw her on the road. Does she know these people’s thoughts on her?”

“Of course not.” I untied my apron and throw it to Falco. “You are on charge, handle the rest.”

I did not waste a second, rushed to the road. I was definitely fuming, she did not know a single thing about the gossips on our not-so-well relationship, but for a while we were a quite popular topic for every living creature of Marley.

She does not know the curses of patriarchal system of Marleyan society about her, she does not know they label her as the cold-hearted bitch of Paradise.

She had been acting as a tough nut but there was a very fragile little girl inside of her heart, I knew it very well. If she were going to learn those gossips, she would be broken deeply. Even though, she has been ignoring me, I was aware of her true feelings, she did never want to be apart from me.

That’s why she could not forgive me, but she stayed with me.

I never want her to get caught up my mess, and I knew she would fight for me for her dear life, so I thought the only way was leave her to believe that I was dead. It would be better if she were not around me, but the only way to make it possible was building a barrier between us. There was no need for her to learn how many days I spent just missing her, just longing for her, hating myself so bad for letting her to go.

Yet, even with my rightful excuses and reasons, I deeply acknowledged the dire need of apologizing her over and over, begging for her forgiveness which I barely contained inside of myself.

Not seeing her around me was a hell of journey.

But seeing her around me was the worst scenario one could imagine, and I was being caught in really horrible situations since I was a boy in Underground.

She was my devoted girl, in terms of Hange’s very obvious language. She dedicated all of her to me with an incredible fidelity. When we were tying the bow, before the ceremony, before she vowed as my wedded wife, she was already the bone of my bone, the blood of my blood.

“Fucking hell.” I buzzed at my goddamn leg while I was walking to the library. It was making me slower, I hated being unable to do what I want as physically.

If I could have my body and strength as usual, the only thing I would do was taking her into my arms and having her over and over again like a fucking ouroboros.

I cursed behind my mouth and tried to walk faster. I had to catch that idiot before she was getting in touch with those poisonous vipers. However, I had to admit that what made me obnoxious more than I supposed to be not only those vipers, but also my unconscious contribution to that fucking cauldron of gossip. While I was keeping myself as invisible from her eyes when she was having an education here, I did not think of the things people could figure it out. They learned about Paradise, they learned about us, they talked about us, and everything was combined with each other.

In the end, she was labelled as an ungrateful bitch, and I was upgraded to faithful husband. I could not fix anything since I was bloody busy on hiding but hearing those comments about her fed me with pain.

She can be anything but being an ungrateful one? Do not make me laugh.

When I reached to destination, I quickly prayed for anything which could help me. I dearly hoped for she was not having any undesirable piece of information; I directly went into the entrance.

Godfuckingdamnit, she heard.

That was the first thing came to my mind when I saw her posture. Her shoulders were fallen down, her hands were shaking, and her face was nothing but full of agony. There were a couple around her, a boy and girl, they were trying to ask her if she was okey or not.

Do you think she is okey, you motherfuckers?

“Fetch me a glass of water!” I howled to them and attempted to catch Anna. “Quickly!”

Her body replied to my body immediately, fucking hell, her tensed muscled became a little bit softer when I grasped her between my arms. She was getting numb; her knees were twisting.

We had been here before.

Last time she fainted on me; we were butchering a bunch of titans.

I wonder if she carries the ODM scars still on her waist…

Is there anyone sees those little strings after me?

What the fuck I am thinking?

“Do not fucking dare to faint on me again.” I grunted but I held her as tight as I could dare of. She belongs to me, she is my bloody wife, damnit. “Keep calm and take deep breathes.”

“I am not going to faint.” she whispered, her voice was really weak, but I could hear her in every situation. Holy shit, I heard her voice when she fallen into a shitshow of titans and covered by her own blood during the clash of battlefield sounds!

We shared too many things.

“Yes, last time you said you were not going to faint, I had to carry you back to headquarters.”

“You were happy, weren’t you?” she mumbled. “I gave you the change of touching my body.”

“Hella, if I wanted to touch you, I would do before you found yourself between a titan sandwich.”

“Only in your dreams.” she said but her voice was getting weakest. I knew she was going to faint before the water, she closed her eyes, her hand dropped to the ground then the boy turned from the corner.

“Where did you get the water?” I yelled. “From Paradise?”

“I am sorry, Mr. Ackerman.” he shuttered. “There is a line in front of automatons.”

“Put that glass.” I turned to the girl. “I have only two questions to both of you. What did you say to her, and do you have something like cologne?”

“I have cologne!” the boy rushed to the back of counter desk. He left his colleague to my definitely dreadful gaze, what a companion, the girl started to slightly shake. I just looked at her by cocking my eyebrow.

“What did you say to her?”

“We did not sa-

“She fainted, let’s give up on acting and tell me what she learned from you enough to make her to lose her conscious. Before I am going to get angry.”

“She told her about the gossips.” I heard the boy’s little squeaks. “She left you, didn’t she?”

“As I thought.” I mumbled and stood up by carrying Anna’s body. “How much you told her? Tell me the whole story.”

“I swear I just talked about the speculations!” the girl angrily looked at the boy. “He told about Mrs. Ackerman’s refusal to see and its impacts on communi-

“How much you said?” I walked into the bench. “How much?”

“Just refusal!” he really screamed; his face was completely whitened. “I did not tell anything about her nickname, cold-hearted bitch!”

“If you will use that nickname again, you will not have a tongue to speak again.” I pressed on every letter of the sentence. “Tell this to everyone you know, if I hear a single word against my wife, you can be sure of I am capable of slicing living creatures like you can slice a bread.”

“O-okey!”

“Now, hold the door for us.” I turned to the main doors and walked out of the building by carrying Anna.

Carrying Anna?

What?

Anna Doukaina, after 4 hours

I woke up with a terrible headache.

Let me rephrase. I woke up because of a terrible headache.

“Here.” I heard a grumpy voice and a hand without two fingers came into my sight. “Swallow.”

I tried to move but his hand pressed me on the soft layer, a bed I guess, again.

“Feel free to lie down there. You have to rest according to the orders of doctor, so no sudden movements but you will spend a day here.”

Why a doctor came to see me?

My mind was foggy, slow to recall the last memories I had, however while I was having the pills that Levi gave me, I remembered the very last moments before I lost my conscious.

I was fainted.

Okey.

I was fainted on Levi.

Damnit.

I was fainted on Levi after I asked him if he was happy with me or not.

Godfuckingdamnit.

My mind corporate with me in the worst way I could imagine of. Those words of two receptionist, labelling me as an ungrateful wife, careless woman who did not consider her beloved one reminded me everything.

“I cannot open my eyes.” I lied to him. I know Levi is here and I am sure he did not leave me for a second, he waited me to open my eyes. I do not want to see him. “But I am pretty well, so you can go back to work.”

“I do not want to.” he plainly answered. “I will stay, and I know you can open your eyes if you want. But I respect your decision to keep them closed. I am not someone who is worth to look.”

“What?” I fell on his bloody trap and immediately looked at him.

“Oi.” he smirked. Smirk? “It is good to see you are awake.”

“How many minutes I was unconscious?” I asked but I could feel all the heat of embarrassment as I hopelessly tried to change the subject. This is why I hate being with Levi, I become a stupid, lovesick girl!

“Almost 4 hours passed after you fainted on me.” he seemed nonchalant as he informed me; my chin was dropped. 4 hours?! “I have to say, I am impressed. The last time you were fainted for almost half an hour.”

“It was not the last time.” I could not catch what I said, then I pressed my hand onto my mouth, but it was fucking too late. Levi’s eyebrows furrowed and he gazed at me while he was trying to figure what I meant.

“I will not force you to tell me,” he murmured, and he took my hand off my mouth. You are damn close, Ackerman! “But I really appreciate if you can share when you were fainted after that incident.”

“When I heard about the explosion.” I replied. I was too tired of being hiding from Levi. “I thought you were dead.”

Levi did not answer to me, instead of words, he was using his goddamn eyes. I always believed his eyes could see my heart and soul, even the deeps that I did not know anything about.

“Were you,” he cleared his throat after looking at me for a while. “Upset?”

“Ha?” I inhaled while my mind just left the building. “I thought you were dead; I was not upset. I wanted to die but I had to wait for you to be back to me. What would happen if you appeared in our home and could not find me? That was the only thought kept me alive.”

“How much you heard about explosion?” his voice was cracked. Full of fear. Anxiety.

“I knew that monkey exploded himself. No one told me in detail, no fucking one tell me that you are alive. I guess, they think I am nothing to you even though I carry your name.”

“I wanted them to shut their mouth about me.” Levi was a sweet talker as always. “I did not want my situation keeping you back from living your life as fully.”

“And what does it mean?” I managed to lift my upper body by gaining strength from my elbows. “Do you know how many days I spent mourning for you? Do you know how it was, believing that you were dead because of a monkey, because of Commander Smith, because of our goddamn world’s cruelty? An I had to continue on that way until the end!”

I could not control myself anymore, it was too much, overwhelming and suffocating. I just wanted to scream everything I have been holding inside out off my chest. I was definitely not in my best physical condition, and I really preferred to have this conversation in a situation which I would be at my best self-confidence time, but no. It was too late for that.

“Do you know how much I cried? Have you ever thought about me even for little while you are exactly aware of my devotion to you? How could you decide leaving me behind, in a total darkness by yourself? Not because once I was your wife, I was your comrade and you left me with the feelings like how you felt after Commander Erwin passed out.”

“Look at me!” he literally grunted towards me. “I am not the guy you have been knowing in the past anymore, I cannot give anything to you, unless you are fine with a small tea shop where is full of tea leaves, two Marleyan kids and a retired soldier’s company. And me, as wrecked, wounded to death, like a scumbag. How could I comeback to home like nothing happened to me, and face with you when you just having a change of living a normal life after war?”

This was the longest speech Levi gave to me till now, and we had almost half of our lives together.

“Do you think I could take you out of my mind even for a bloody second after I woke up in a fucking, dirty and cold barn? You were the last thought of me when that motherfucker exploded my cart, you were fucking crying and lamenting for me, you lost your smile, I knew that you could not overcome my death although the promises we gave to each other, I cold-heartly killed my subordinates before the explosion after they became fucking titans, but I cannot deal with the idea of you being dead. You are the only one I cannot sacrifice of. Do not act like you were alone in pain, I carried that burden, you have no idea how much I missed you, you were carved into my eyelids, I did not spend a fucking minute as not dreaming of you.”

“You should have let me know.” I gritted my teeth. To be honest, I was impressed by his honesty. Levi was always honest; however, he had never been vocal about his own feelings, I knew for once he loved me, but I had never ever heard those three words, eight letters. “There is nothing left to be said by you, you cannot find an excuse for your choice.”

“I do not try to find an excuse.” Levi said. “I explained how I felt to you until you appeared in front of my door, for a long time I strongly believed that you were a ghost.”

“What do you expect?” I hissed at him. “Do you think I can easily forget your misbehaviour? I know you like knowing the back of my hand, you always choose the way that makes you less regretful and you chose to leave me behind.”

“I did.” he inhaled. “And that was the best choice to make. I could not drag you into my shit.”

“How could you do that?” I asked but all my anger left me. I suddenly started to feel like I was empty, there was nothing but pain. “How could you, Levi? I was your wife.”

“You are my wife.” he grabbed my hand. Did he really believe that he could change our hiatus? My emotions were remained untouched, maybe he could be right on his mindset, maybe he really thought about me and tried his best in order to keep me out of his personal hell, however it did not help me to overcome all the sleepless nights I had. I pulled my hand back out of his fingers. I was searching for this hand during the long nights he caused, and there was no guarantee he would not leave me again. If he would decide on leaving me behind was the best thing to do, he would do it immediately. He would not ask my opinion, he would leave me alone with only my thoughts, my memories of him and he would let me to eat myself alive. I could almost taste the bitterness on my tongue, I could not let his poor reprimands to break my walls while my wavering feelings of abandonment conquered me.

Rain hitting the windowpane above, not a playful and soft type of rain. That was cruel rain that beating the life out of city. Suitable for us.

“You are my wife, Anna.” he repeated himself. “Should I remind it to you, goddamn, I can happily do it.”

His face transformed into something I have ever seen in his features. His Aegean eyes turned into a stormy sea in a second, burning with unnamed desires which I was also feeling in the deeps of my heart. Determination conquered his fucking handsome face, and there was fear. Self-hatred. Regret. But much to my dismay, there was a dire need of teaching me a lesson that set his soul on fire.

I have been knowing this face of Levi. I have been there before.

I knew when he got me and he knew he did.

In a blink of an eye, before I could take any position to defend myself, he grabbed my wrists and pulled me to his arms. He was fucking strong for a man who lost his strength! I quickly realized the potential danger I was in. If he would touch me, I knew that my heart did not spend even a second to betray my mind. That would be the nail in my coffin.

Even though the haziness of my mind slowed my reactions, I covered my face with my hands.

“Do not fucking dare.” I dropped my voice tone as I was informed on, I looked more intimating when I threat someone with lower tone. I did not tone down my wording, there was no place to be gentler with words, I was going to use my curses and I had quite a vocabulary. “If you lay even a finger on me, that’s going to be only way makes you regretful.”

“Maybe.” he did not try to take my hands off my face, and he literally locked me in his embrace. “I assume so.”

“If you do,” I struggled to get rid of his arms around me. “Why don’t you use your brain and let me go? For a better life?”

“So smart.” he huffed once in laughter. What the fuck? The tension of the room changed into something I really did not want even to think of naming it. “I do not have intention to let you go. Never again, brat.”

“Levi, I swear on everything you can believe, if you do not le-

“What will you do?” he interrupted me. “According to you, I already fucked the things up and you told me you will never give me your forgiveness. What makes a difference between not being forgiven for a sin or for two sins?”

“This is the shittiest logic I have ever heard, and I was in Military Police for a while.” I forgot to press my hands onto my face due to his unexpected, unpleasant, and twisted thought about forgiveness. “I do not know where you learned about sins, asking for forgiveness or literally remission, but I think you lost couple of important points.”

What I missed was while I was lecturing him on forgiveness, I let my hands down and I had been sitting on Levi Ackerman’s thighs.

More importantly, he was definitely not the type of man who miss a chance to perform what he aimed for.

He caught my hands immediately and he pressed his lips into mine.

When I felt his velvety lips on my mouth after fucking years, that sensation made me numb in a nanosecond. My logic just left the room, left me with my dire need for Levi. His hands. His lips. His love. Everything about him, I just need Levi, Godfuckingdamnit he always affected me like anaesthesia.

He kissed me and it made me felt like I was breathing again.

I could feel he loosened his tight grip around my wrists by the fact that I was definitely not fighting with him, on the contrary, I was responding to him in the way he wanted. I knew that I was going to be extremely ashamed of what the heck I was doing right now, but even the sorrowness eating me every day refused taking the control of my body back, I felt like my flesh gained an independent character who was begging to my soul for keeping the things as they were happening right now.

Levi was kissing me. His goddamn lips made me feel like I was alive.

The Ouroboros that living inside of me started to comeback into life. With every move Levi made, I could feel Ouroboros biting itself inside of me by releasing the poison.

“No.” I broke the kiss and pressed my hands to his shoulders in order to keep him away from me. He was heavily breathing, his beautiful face became pinkish while his lips shading with darker red, and his eyes, goddamn, his eyes were burning with passion.

He looked like a god, and I hated him for his level of good-looking to my bits.

I was burning too but my fire was caused by different reasons except one, the reciprocated hunger for each other was remained same between Levi and me, to my dismay I strongly felt it. However, the anger was growing in me was for both of us. To him, for his fucking departure and leaving me by myself and his shitty excuses, building a life without me, living a life in the shadows, and running away from me. The list never ends. To myself, for loving him as much as the first day I realized how much I devoted my heart to him and never manage to overcome my love for him even though I had to.

“I love you.” he said. “You fucking know, I spent my life by loving you, brat.”

Maybe there was an earthquake.

Maybe there were bombs exploding all over Marley or Paradise.

Maybe there was a chain of natural disasters which happening right now.

But I could not understand even if I would be brutally killed in this very moment.

He finally said that he loved me.

“If you say no, I will not do anything.” he murmured. “Just tell me.”

I stared at him, how could he be a total moron and did not see how I was amazed by his long-awaited confession? Inside of me, I was screaming, swearing, crying, laughing, and cursing at full speed but I was frozen in reality.

Let me introduce Levi Ackerman to you.

A blockhead, humanity’s strongest and my Ouroboros literally and figuratively eating me alive.

My Levi.

“May I continue to kiss you?”

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