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Choices. 2

Two: Tick Tock

Peter Parker x reader series

Summary: Everybody forgot who Peter Parker was. All his world tunerd grey until he met you and you started dating. It could have been perfect if it wasn't for the fact that MJ comes back and, surprise! She remembers EVERYTHING.

Warnings: Pure Angst!, Peter being kinda an idiot, mentions of cheating, swearing.

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a/n: I changed the name of the chapters and now I am happier with them. Hope you like them and enjoy this chapter! As always, coments, reblogs and likes are completely appreaciated. Thank you so much for all the love and suppor this series is having. I will be forever grateful! ❤️. Gif not mine.

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Peter left your apartment that night and his last words were:

"I'm going to fix it, I promise."

He never answered yes or no. He never gave you a concrete answer as to who he wanted to be with, her or you.

The truth is, even Peter didn't know. It was true that he loved you. But it was also true that seeing MJ remember him made his heart beat a mile a minute.

Peter Parker was many things, but it was always clear to him that he had to do the right thing. He always (or at least almost always) knew it was the right thing to do. And, if he didn't, his Aunt May was there to advise him and tell him what to do.

But now May wasn't there. Maybe that's why it was so hard for him to give up on MJ. They were both the only women he had loved in a long time and he lost them on the same day. Having Michelle's memory back made him feel like he had at least gotten one of them back.

However, Parker didn't know if he needed MJ in his life. After all, he already had a life with you. HAD in the past tense. Because obviously you broke up with him after you saw him kissing his ex-girlfriend at the carnival.

Ned, on the other hand, still didn't remember him. And he probably never would again. MJ was a mere pure stroke of luck and the brown-haired boy didn't know if it was a blessing from the universe or if he just wanted to taunt him by putting him in a situation no one wants to be in.

Although he still wasn't sure if he would be able to forgive him for what he did. The brown-eyed man had to make a decision. Go back to MJ and bring his past with him into his present or try with you and continue with his present into the future.

Peter thought it best to go out on patrol and clear his head in the cool night air. That's when he decided he should give you the time you asked for and go out with MJ. Not as a couple, at least for now or maybe never, but as friends who haven't seen each other in a long time and need to unwind from everything that has happened in their lives.

You managed to catch a glimpse of them on one of their outings. They were walking around campus while eating a slice of pizza and laughing about God knows what.

Your heart sank even deeper into your chest. You were already a mess trying to live without him. Now you had to watch him be happy with her too?

Right there you felt selfish. You didn't want Peter to laugh with her. You wanted him to laugh with you.

The aforementioned wiped the corner of MJ's mouth with a napkin and a tear slid down your cheek as you thought of the many times he did the same for you.

'She's not me' you repeated to yourself. But even then you couldn't stop the hole growing in your chest at catastrophic speeds.

They were there, laughing and eating while you were miserable, and yet you couldn't hate Peter for loving her. In spite of everything, you loved him.

Love is a double-edged sword.

Two days later you were watching Netflix in your bedroom when your phone vibrated on the coffee table. The screen was lit up with the word 'Peter♡' and your breath caught in your lungs. Should you answer it? your heart asked. Should you ignore it? your brain asked.

The heart won the battle this time. You answered the call.

"H-" you cleared your throat. You wanted to sound as neutral as possible. "Hello?"

"Y/n..." his voice was barely a whisper. "I didn't know if you were going to answer" his voice was so low that you had to turn up the volume as high as it would go and give him your full attention.

"What's wrong?" you asked.

"Nee-" he coughed. "I need your help...please" a faint whimper was heard from his side of the line and that was enough to worry you. Something wasn't right.

"Peter? Is everything all right? What's wrong?" your voice was now one of concern. You've never turned your back on those you love and care about, you weren't about to start now.

"I... I'm kind of hurt" he breathed again and your breath hitched. "It's not serious but-" he paused. "I can't get up." He confessed.

"Where are you?" you got up from the small couch to look for your shoes. "Peter?" You worried about his breathing on the other end of the line.

"In my apartment" he grunted in pain. "Shit."

"I'm on my way" you hung up the call and grabbed your keys. You still kept your copy of the ones to his apartment so getting inside it wasn't a problem.

You leave your keys on the plate on the counter and remove your shoes as quickly as you can before running to her room.

"Peter?" you ask when you don't see him and pause to scan his room.

"Here!" he groans. He made too much force when he spoke so you could hear him from the bathroom.

You walk in and see him lying in the unfilled bathtub. He was dressed in nothing but his boxers but it didn't bother you. It's not like you haven't seen him like this before.

"I tried to take a shower but I slipped and I don't have the strength or energy to get up" he smiles apologetically in your direction.

"I see..." you walk over and see his suit on the floor. "Why a shower?" you ask.

"The guy I stopped was doing weird experiments and threw some weird substance at me. I preferred not to take any chances and showered as soon as I got home" he clarified.

"Let me help you" you hold his arms and help him stand up.

Peter felt more than embarrassed at that moment. Because of what he had told you and because you were too good to say no to him when he needed help.

"Thank you" he sits on his bed and takes the towel you offer him so he can dry off.

"Is the medicine cabinet in the same place?" you ask. It's been a little over two weeks since you've been in his apartment.

Having him so close and yet so far away hurts like a million needles pricking your heart. But none of this was your fault, it was his and he's the one who should fix it. Even though you saw him so happy with MJ, you still had hope that he was going to choose you and come back to you.

It's okay to dream, isn't it?

You bandage his wounds after cleaning them and turn around so he can put on some boxers and gym shorts with a little privacy. You didn't leave the room because you were afraid he would fall while doing it so turning around was enough.

"Thank you for coming. I know I don't deserve it" he mumbles with his eyes on you as you turn to look at him.

"It's true... Maybe you don't deserve it coming from me" you shrug. "But I can't help but help the people I love.

'People I love' Peter's eyes sparkled at that phrase. You still loved him, that was more than enough.

"I really appreciate it" He smiles and watches you sit next to him on the bed.

"Why didn't you call MJ?" you ask abruptly. It was a question you asked yourself since he called you for help.

"She's busy, she couldn't come." He said without thinking.

And then reality hits you in the face and chills you like a bucket of cold water.

"So I was your second choice just because she couldn't" Your voice is serious. You just remembered how everything went down the drain in one night.

"What? No?" he frowns. "That's not what I wanted-"

"Save your excuses. I don't want to hear them," you stand up and look at him seriously. "You're already bandaged and in your bed. Next time, don't call me."

"Y/n. Please" he tries to get up but his side hurts "That's not what I meant I promise."

"Your promises don't mean anything to me anymore" you feel a lump in your throat. You are on the verge of tears. "You know one of the things that hurts me the most, Peter?"

"I-" he sighs and shakes his head. He wants to let you finish your point.

"You were indeed my first love, my first time, my first everything" the tears build up in your eyes but you're determined not to let them out. "And you didn't think about that before you stuck your tongue in her mouth. I bet your heart never beat for me like it does for her."

The brown-eyed man was about to say something until you both hear the sound of someone knocking at the door you watch Peter get up and walk to open it.

You walk behind him only because you know it's time to go. You shouldn't have come in the first place.

When Peter opens the door, the person behind it is MJ.

"You should give me a copy of the key" she laughs lightly.

"Keep mine" you put on your shoes and grab your purse. You walk over to the plate where you left them before and put them in her hand. "I won't be needing them anymore" you walk out of the apartment and she is both surprised and confused.

Another two weeks passed. Peter felt empty again. Just like he felt when he lost MJ and Ned in the first place but worse because not only had he lost you. He had let you down completely.

Spiderman became clumsy on his nightly patrols, he didn't pay attention and classes and even less when MJ talked to him. Even though he knew she was just trying to make him feel better.

"Peter?" she asks. "Peter!" She snaps her fingers in front of his face and sighs heavily.

"Yes?" He looks at you but his gaze is still lost.

"You're thinking about her, aren't you?" she asks.

"How could I not when she's right here" he shows you his pencil.

"What do you mean right here?" MJ asks with a frown.

"Yes, it's right here. She's the one who gave me this pencil" he sighs. "And she's over there too" he points to the girl sitting a couple of tables away from where they were sitting. "That girl has her same color hair" he looks at his fingers "but not just over there" he points to a boy with a can in his hand. "That boy is drinking his favorite drink." He snorts. "Everything in this damn library reminds me of her."

"Why haven't you tried talking to her then?" he shrugs.

"Because I'm lousy with words, MJ. Whenever I try to tell her something, she ends up misunderstanding it because it was me in the first place who didn't know how to use the right words" he runs his hands over his face.

"Then don't talk to her" she shrugs.

The brown-haired boy looks at her with a frown. "That's supposed to solve my problems? Thanks MJ." She rolls her eyes.

"Stop your sarcasm," the chestnut-haired girl points

Her finger at him. "I mean maybe I should be the one to talk to her." He sighs. "I shouldn't have kissed you, Peter. I didn't know you had a girlfriend."

"MJ..." Peter sighs and takes her hand. "I was the one who shouldn't have kissed you having a girlfriend. It wasn't your fault, it was mine." He assures her. "I'm the one who should fix this."

Michelle nods and looks to her left. There you were. Watching as Peter held her hand just as he held yours. You shouldn't care, it's been a month since you and Parker broke up but it still hurts like hell.

MJ saw you pull back quickly before she could separate her hands from Peter's. "At least she knows you and I aren't dating?" she asks and Peter denies.

"No, I've tried to tell her but me and my big mouth always say something else and I hurt her more than I manage to fix it." He sighs heavily.

"What? She still thinks that you and I...?" MJ pauses.

"Yup." Peter nods and fixes his gaze on the floor.

"Peter... that's not fair" he sighs and shakes his head.

Parker knows. He knows it's not fair but he already said it, he's not good with words.

"Everything I say ends up being misinterpreted and it's my fault!" He covers his face with his hands. "Help, MJ. Please."

"And if instead of using words you take action?" proposes the brunette.

"What do you mean by that?" The boy raises an eyebrow. "You'll have to be more specific."

"God... you're so smart but so dumb at the same time, how is that possible?" She rolls her eyes. "You have to do something for her, something she can't refuse or misunderstand, and then explain everything to her, Peter. Be honest."

"You're right," he nods and sighs. "No more secrets."

Peter was already planning something in his mind. Something that would make you either forgive him or wish you never saw him again. That was up to you.

However, He had to move and plan a little faster. Your heart still loved him, true, but it wasn't closed to moving on and rejecting Parker altogether.

Austin, a classmate who asked you out before you and Peter dated, found out about your breakup with him and was determined not to pass up the opportunity that was once taken away from him.

Tick tock, Peter. Your time is running out.

~~~♡♥︎♡~~~

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maidragoste · 1 year

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I'm sorry

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader (Daughter of Rhaenyra) x Aegon II Targaryen

part 6

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Hello, sorry for the delay, I hope you like the new chapter. I warn you that from now on I will probably upload drabbles or one shots of the story before publishing chapter 8 Thanks for all the support, it always makes me happy to answer your questions and comments. reblogs and likes are always appreciated

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"I should go with you" you insisted looking at Aemond, who was your only company in your rooms since Aegon had gone to prepare for the travel to Harrenhal.

As soon as your husbands woke up from their nap, you asked your servants to bring them dinner. While they ate the three of them had planned their next moves, of course first Aegon and Aemond told you who were the ones who conspired for your murder. The truth was that you weren't surprised to hear that your first husband's lover had been part of the conspiracy, what surprised you was that she would give herself away by sending the poison antidote. What was even more surprising was that Borros Baratheon had been a participant. You knew that he is a proud man but you did not think that he would commit treason just because Aegon had not chosen one of his daughters as his wife. By the end of dinner, it was decided that you would stay in King's Landing and handle the execution of Borros Baratheon while your husbands would go to Harrenhal and handle Alys Rivers. You wanted to go with them, you wanted to meet Aemond's mistress and see what was so special about her getting your uncle to share a bed with her. Above all, you want Nix, your dragon, to be the one to devour the woman but you were weak to fly, you had to recover your strength and they couldn't afford to waste time waiting until you recovered. Both the king and the prince were afraid that someone would inform the witch that she had been found out and she would escape from her so they would not even wait for her to wake up but would leave right now and surprise the woman.

"You have to rest" he reminded you caressing your hand.

"I could fly with you or with Aegon," you insisted. You knew that Vhagar and Sunfyre would not harm you. Also, it would not be the first time you would fly with them.

"No"

"Why don't you want me to go?" you moved your hand away causing your husband to frown “Are you afraid that I will do something to the child? He would never hurt her"

"Don't you want me to get rid of the bastard too?"

"Of course not" you answered, startled, unable to believe that he was asking you that. You hated his mother, you hated that your husband had cheated on you, and the child was the living memory of Aemond's infidelity but that was not why you wanted his death, the baby was not to blame for your husband's decisions. Killing him wouldn't make you forget your husband's slight or make you feel better. "It is not the child's fault that you cannot keep it in your pants and that you have been unfaithful to me"

You hadn't even finished speaking when you noticed the fury in the prince's eye. But as fast as he saw him he disappeared.

“I don't know how many times I have to tell you until this enters your brain but I didn't sleep with that woman because she wanted to. She put a spell on me I wasn't in her bed of my own free will ”Aemond's voice was suddenly tired, unlike the previous times when he denied having had an affair with Rivers, it denoted anger“ And I don't want the child, I hate him. He is the reminder of everything that witch did to me. That child is going to be my great torment." For a moment you thought you heard your husband's voice crack. You realized that it had not been your imagination when he cleared his throat and avoided your gaze. For an instant, it came to you. memories of a little Aemond ashamed and devastated for not having a dragon "I hate myself for being such an idiot and letting myself be bewitched by that woman. You have to believe me when I tell you that I didn't want to sleep with her. She bewitched me.", got something in my wine or food. I swear"

You couldn't bear to see the suffering on your husband's face. You felt so guilty for having turned a deaf ear to her words, for not having believed him, for having made fun of him, for letting yourself be carried away by your anger and resentment. Before you could start apologizing the prince kept talking.

"Every time I heard that woman being named, I just felt anger and hate. Sometimes I even feel like throwing up thinking about…

"Aemond. I believe you" you interrupted him and took his face between your hands. You couldn't stand him continuing to torture himself remembering the witch "I believe you" you repeated caressing his cheek "I'm so sorry" you said trying to ignore the lump that formed in your throat. It was not your time to cry. Now it was about your husband, he was the one who suffered at the hands of that witch. If you wanted to murder Alys Rivers before, now even more. You wanted to make her pay for every time she hurt Aemond. "I should have heard you before"

"What matters is that now you believe me," said the prince, feeling like a burden was lifted from him. He didn't think he could ever completely forget what had happened in Harrenhal. But at least now that didn't come between you and him. Now you believe him.

"I love you" you kissed his forehead and you saw the hint of a smile on Aemond's face so you decided to do what when he was upset or discouraged "I love you," you said again, this time kissing him on the nose. You distributed more kisses all over his face, while you told him how much you loved him and you left his lips for last. You felt your heart warm at the prince's smile. "I love you" before you could kiss him yourself your husband stepped forward and captured your lips in a sweet kiss.

"Aemond, we should be leaving now," Aegon said, entering the room.

Reluctantly you turned away from the prince. He looked annoyed at his brother for interrupting the moment.

"Have a good travel" you gave him one last kiss and watched him walk towards the door "Aemond" you called out to him before he left "It wasn't your fault what happened"

You didn't have to say more for Aemond to understand that you were talking about what happened in Harrenhal. He was surprised before your words. I didn't think you were right but it still felt good to hear them. He didn't know what to say so he just nodded in your direction and left the room. He didn't want to see you say goodbye to his brother so he decided to go ahead of Aegon and go find Vhagar.

Aegon looked at you expectantly, as if he was waiting for an invitation, you couldn't help but snort in amusement at the image of him.

"Come," you said, patting your bed and Aegon soon sat next to you "Have a good trip"

You didn't know if the first to reach the other's lips was Aegon or you. You couldn't help but feel guilty for enjoying the kiss. You felt as if you were betraying Aemond in some way as if you were cheating on him. Wanting to stop feeling that way, you pulled away from Aegon. He made a face, he wanted to keep kissing you. For him, he was never going to get enough of you but he knew he had to go.

"Wait, Aegon" you took your hand when he was getting up making him settle back "I need you to do something for me"

"Anything" he answered instantly causing you to look at him with a raised eyebrow for not even thinking about it before.

"You will take care of Aemond and avoid something he might regret," you asked although the truth sounded more like an order.

"In general it's the other way around" replied the king with a hint of amusement "But I'll try"

"I'm serious" you sighed, hesitating to tell him what you really feared but needed him to take care of "I don't think Aemond would hurt the boy but I'm afraid that in a moment of anger, he made a decision he may regret. You guys they're just going to get rid of Alys Rivers. If he hurt the child people will think we're cruel and we'll just give them another reason why the Targaryens shouldn't rule."

Some people already thought of your family as monsters for committing relative murder. Mostly people talked about Aemond, how cruel he had been for murdering your 13-year-old brother, and how sadistic he was for killing all the men except Larys of the Strong family. If your husband were to hurt the child, his own child, his reputation only gets worse. You couldn't let that happen if you wanted him to be Hand of the King one day. They could not build the kingdom again with only fear in your favor. "Then what should we do with the child? Bring him to court?" Aegon didn't even know his nephew but he already felt sorry for him imagining him growing up in the court. He was sure that he was hearing the word bastard wherever he went. He was even sure that not even his own mother would accept it. Alicent loved her grandchildren but couldn't imagine her mother taking care of Aemond's bastard.

"No" you answered instantly remembering your first husband's words, Aemond would not be at peace in his own house knowing that the child was there “The child will stay in Harrenhal. Just take care of finding someone to take care of him."

"You say that as if it were easy," said the king. "There is no lord in Harrenhal to care for him."

"I'm sure you'll find someone. Some childless couple or a servant who has lost their own child in the war. In addition, the crown will take care of sending him coins for the care of the child "

"The council will not agree," Aegon said with a grimace, already thinking of the future headaches he would have during council meetings.

"The boy has Targaryen blood, we can't leave him to his fate" you frowned.

"I said that the council would not agree, not me," said the king raising both hands as a sign of innocence. He didn't want you to be upset with him "I'm on your side"

"Thank you" you gave him a small smile "You should go before Aemond kicks your ass for taking so long" Aegon sighed exaggeratedly making you roll your eyes.

"And whose fault is it?" he replied before giving you one last kiss and leaving.

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It wasn't in your plans to go to your brother's room but after executing Borros Baratheon you didn't want to be alone and your own mind would start to eat away at you. You need to distract yourself from the image of your mother being burned by Sunfyre. Yes, you ordered Nix to burn the man alive. Maybe you should have chosen to cut off his head yourself because now you couldn't stop thinking about your mother.

"Egg" you didn't even bother to knock on the door you just went inside.

You felt relieved to see that he wasn't busy with his lessons but your relief didn't last when you noticed that he didn't react to your call and that he was once again sitting and looking out the window in silence. You walked towards him making as much noise as possible but he still didn't react. "Egg" You touched his shoulder slowly hoping not to scare him but still, he flinched at your touch. "I'm sorry" you moved your hand away not wanting to bother him but he took your hand and began to play with your fingers without saying anything "What were you thinking?" you asked, unable to stand more in silence. In general, it is always you who starts the conversation.

"At your wedding," he replied without meeting your eyes. He didn't want you to see that he was still scared. He almost lost you. You're all he had left besides Rhaena and Baela. to Baela. If you died, he would be left alone.

"Master Finnian told me that you helped him find the antidote"

"It didn't help anyway. I didn't save you" your brother said angrily with himself. He had felt so helpless seeing you unconscious and unable to help you. He felt just as helpless as when he had watched Sunfyre helplessly burn her mother. When he saw you delirious with fever he thought that again he would have to watch another member of his family die.

"Egg, don't be hard on yourself," you asked and with your free hand, you took his chin and caressed his face gently. For a moment Aegon closed his eyes and pretended that the person caressing him so tenderly was his mother. Tears slipped down her cheeks and you felt guilty so you tried to calm her down "That poison was invented by a witch and she was the only one who had the solution. But we don't have to worry anymore, the king and the prince will take care of her" you said without knowing that you just broke Aegon's spell, bringing him back to reality.

"I'm always going to worry. Now they'll take care of the witch but what if someone else shows up?" Your heart ached to hear your little brother's words. He was just a child, his only worries should be his lessons and being able to steal sweets from the kitchens without being discovered. You hated that you couldn't have protected Aegon's innocence. The war had taken your grandparents, your mother, Jace, Luke, Joffrey, and Viserys, but it had also taken Egg from you. You were sure that he would never be the same again and you couldn't blame him because you would never be the same as before. But you wished with all your heart that Egg would be the same innocent and happy boy as always. How you wanted to hear him laugh again.

"Now the whole family will have a taster, we'll be more careful" you assured and you wiped his tears with your fingers "And if someone wants to fight us then we'll respond with fire and blood" you felt stupid when you saw how Aegon seemed more anguished at your last words. You clearly made me remember your mother's death again "I'm sorry" you apologized with a shaky voice. It hurt you that you couldn't even say the words of your house without making your brother suffer. It pained you to think that Egg would always be scarred by war. It hurt you to think that he would never want a dragon again, that he would never live that bond again. "I'm sorry" you repeated and this time they were both in tears.

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amywritesthings · 11 months

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silver underground. / chapter eight.

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Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F!Reader (Attack on Titan / Shingeki no Kyojin)

Word Count: 2.8K

Summary: Day 161 - also known as the day you messed up

Warnings: this one's a little rough sorry, violence, sparring, mentions of death, shouting, levi's going through some things, i promise this is only temporary hurt

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CHAPTER EIGHT.

Don’t.

The syllable echoes in the back of your brain on this roof, down this ladder, in this bed, and you cannot shake it.

Daylight breaches the darkness surrounding you.

Although you had originally exited the castle in a cold sweat, freezing to the bone, you return to your bedroom wanting nothing more than an icy bath.

Something, anything, that will submerge you fully — to cut off your air supply, to short-circuit your brain, so you can finally stop thinking.

So you can finally stop wondering.

In those last few moments, you aren’t sure why you reached for Levi.

Chalk it up as a momentary weakness — in the haze of reality wrapped in the guise of a dream, begging him to stay with you on that rooftop felt right.

Because Levi looked at you differently in the moonlight, and you felt something.

Recognition, maybe.

Frustration, sure.

Oh, so much frustration, and not in the kind you anticipated to feel.

You want to regret it, regret any of it — you can’t.

Levi can grumble and growl all he wants, but the tell-tale signs of his body did not lie: how his pulse quickened under your fingertips; how his eyes widened like you slapped him in the face, though your touch was featherlight and desperate; how you wanted to pull him down, down, until he sat back at your side.

To be near you.

To be closer.

Whatever he was going through in silence, you felt it too.

(What the fuck is going on?)

It isn't until Levi is gone that you realize:

Your nightmare, horrific and traumatic, is something your body cannot shake. It started out in pieces just like the rest of your memories, fluttering like paper ashes through your mind.

Last night had merely been the first time the real scene played from beginning to end — as if your body questions the accident in some self-inflicted court trial, daring it to be wrong at least once.

As if it's easier to process a trail of dominoes spilling before its track properly finishes when said game may be fabricated.

But the dream isn't a dream, and the line ends directly at Captain Levi's feet.

You went back on his order.

You chose to think you could pull off the impossible.

One bad decision after another.

He should have left you to die, and yet—

You still see it playing over your vision while lying in this bed, though the image is hazy and crawling to your peripheral: your hand outstretched to the sky, hair lashing against your cheeks, and a blurry figure nose-diving between thick tree trunks.

You don’t sleep the remaining hours of the night.

Can’t, not when the only thing you wish to do is run after him.

Don’t.

Why?

Don’t forgive me.

Does he blame himself for the decision you chose?

“Hey! Are you listening to a single word I’m saying?”

A voice breaks your internalized panic.

“I swear, you’re starting to get as bad as Lev—”

“Huh?”

You blink yourself back into your body as an exasperated Hange yelps in your face. Their head drops back, chin to the sky and shoulders slouched in defeat.

(As much as you would hate to admit it, their question is not what brings you back to life.)

“Oh, there she is. Finally,” The Section Commander grumbles. “Hi. Hello. Did you not sleep or something?”

“I— No, not really,” you answer as non-descriptive as possible.

Hange squints. “Was it a bad dream? Or was Gunther snor—”

“Too cold,” you interrupt, shaking your head with a forced smile. “The room was too cold. I accidentally left the window open. Sorry, I’m listening.”

“I was just saying how I hope to have more information on the titans we wrangled last week by the time you all get back.”

“Get… back?” you ask, brows knit.

Hange nods. “Last day at camp, kiddo! Not having a spurt of memory issues now, are you?”

Placing both of their hands on their hips, they grin wide.

“If you didn’t catch some zzz’s last night, then you better catch an early shut eye tonight. Trust me when I say you probably won’t sleep much on the road.”

Right.

It's time for the mission.

Your heart leaps into your throat.

“I forgot we were leaving tomorrow,” you admit. “The days keep running into each other.”

“It’s pretty endless out here, yeah,” Hange admits. “But it’s less we and more Levi Squad — so you.”

“Wait — not you?”

“Or Moblit,” Hange adds. “Man, you really were zoned out. But no, Moblit and I will be staying behind to run a few tests on samples we were able to acquire from the two titans we captured, but we should greet you when you six come back!”

You blink twice, processing their interesting future plans.

Titan samples. Sure.

It’s not the weirdest thing Hange has said by a long shot.

Choosing not to make a big deal out of it, you hold a thumbs’ up at the plan.

“The expedition is gonna suck without you out there, Hange.”

They press a palm to their chest, face pink and all-too smug with themselves.

“Aw, please, I am very aware, but I leave annoying Levi in your good hands.”

You grin, but butterflies invade your stomach.

You can't shake the image of his eyes piercing down at you, dark hair cascading in the pale moonlight.

Weeks exploring and fighting with Levi Squad without the comfort of Hange to run back to feels scary, but the other members have made a valiant effort in inviting you back into the fold.

Petra, Eld, and Gunther have made incredible strides to get to know this version of you — the one that isn’t familiar to them, but the person who is familiar to you.

They take you at face value, and you appreciate their patience.

The only person who pretends to be reluctant is Oluo — forever attempting to be Levi’s shadow.

(Little does he know Levi isn’t reluctant, not really — not always.)

“Oi.”

Speak of the devil and he shall invite himself to your one-on-one conversation.

Captain Levi trudges over to the two of you with his arms crossed over his chest, seemingly unimpressed with the way Hange watches him with an overly-thrilled smile.

He’s tired, though that could just be his face.

You’ve learned that Levi always looks tired.

Today, however, he’s particularly exhausted; the gray under his eyes is a sullen ring larger. He still carries himself well, but there is a hint of uncertainty in the way he postures towards Hange.

“Can I borrow her?” he asks the wild-haired brunette.

“Now, why are you askin’ me?” Hange teases. “She’s a grown woman. She can go where she wants, even though you hog her attention all the time.”

The not-so-subtle dig causes your body to heat up.

“Oh, fuck off,” Levi groans, waving away their words like it’s another titan rant.

And he turns.

He walks away like you were going to follow.

Like it’s a learned obedience.

(Your feet step in time with him before you even know it.)

“Did you need me for something, Captain?”

“Levi,” he corrects once you’re out of earshot of Hange.

“Levi,” you repeat.

“We leave in the morning for the next expedition,” Levi recaps, ignoring whatever it might have been that Hange has discussed with you in the interim. “I thought you’d like a final spar before we’re on the road. It wouldn’t be smart to train while we’re in the forest, so it’s my final offer to properly kick your ass.”

A huff of relief passes against your lips.

Normal.

Everything feels normal despite the other night, and you bask in instantaneous excitement.

“Properly?” you challenge. “What, is this your way of telling me you held back the last few times? Because I fucking knew you—”

“No, dumbass,” Levi interrupts gruffly. “It’s a figure of speech.”

“Uh-huh,” you reply with a smirk, finding your spot on the circle of dirt you’ve truly familiarized yourself with since arriving at this dilapidated castle.

Your safe space.

One you just happen to share with him, only him.

It brings you peace — at least, until you spy the thatched roof of the fateful supply building over his head, and you remember.

That narrow gaze.

The flex of his muscles against your hand.

Your hand twitches at your side.

“Are you going to waste my time?”

Levi’s voice brings you back to earth.

You snap out of it, finding his dead-eyed gaze as his brow quirks.

“You alright over there, James?”

You nod after a beat passes.

“Um… yeah, sorry. I didn’t get much sleep.”

The mention of the night has him tensing. You can see it in his neck, just under the slope of his gray shirt.

You fixate on the pulse point.

“No?”

You notice the challenging hint in his voice. Like he isn’t going to step over the line completely in personal territory, but he’s asking. Toeing.

You get into a fighting stance.

“I stayed up there for a little while longer after you had left.”

I didn’t forget, asshole.

With that, Levi strikes first and throws a mean punch.

You manage to deflect at the right time. He resets, studying your face, before throwing another.

You deflect again, again, again — internalizing, memorizing his strategy by now.

He’ll be the aggressor if he doesn’t have to talk.

Fine.

He doesn’t have to talk, but you might have an ace up your sleeve.

You never told him about the first time he first knocked you on your ass in front of the whole squad. How several memories barreled straight into the forefront of your consciousness — a rush of vivid sounds and colors, of conversations and inside jokes.

Where you see him, remember him, so fully that you’re so goddamn certain you might have known this man better than you knew yourself in another life.

You haven’t won a single one of these spars yet.

Come Hell or high water, you want that to change with this final spar.

So you mind your time.

You deflect, deflect, deflect — ducking, dodging, jabbing back — until a moment presents itself.

Levi spins with a high kick, and you let him.

You cross your arms over your chest to block him — knowing damn well his foot won’t connect there. Instead his boot slams into your side, knocking you into the dirt.

A wheeze exits your throat as you crunch on all fours, nursing your torso with your arm.

“Get up.”

Levi demands above you, pushing some of the dirt with his boot as a warning.

Like, if you don’t obey, he’ll kick it right into your face.

He never does.

Empty promises, all of his threats.

(Only with you.)

“But I was just up,” you mumble in protest, the memory playing in real time over your own sightline. Although you were on your back in the Underground, you remain on all fours here, elbows digging into the earth.

Levi doesn’t realize what you’re doing, what you’re saying, so he just sneers.

“C’mon, we don’t have all day, James.”

“Give me a sec.”

“You don’t have a se—”

There.

The nonsensical bickering gives you that singular precious moment to put all of your weight into your arm as it swings to hook around his ankle.

Pulling as hard as you possibly can, you use your core and sweep his leg. Levi makes a noise of surprise as he’s airborne, only to crash beside you in a nasty thud.

You follow the memory to a tee, crawling up the captain’s body to press your arm into his windpipe, daring him to fight back. Your knees cradle his hips, trapping him beneath.

Gritting his teeth, Levi holds onto your wrist without pushing it away. His other hand settles on your waist, as if it's reflex to fit there, though you’re too busy staring at his lips.

From this proximity, you can feel tiny puffs of air exiting his mouth.

His breath smells herbal, like Bergamot.

Then you realize the origin: his morning Earl Gray tea.

After fluttering over your face in confusion, Levi's eyes connect with yours.

His lips part, voice low:

“Dirty trick—”

His breath hitches when you say it with him, in a different octave.

Melodic.

Knowing.

You pray he understands.

That he’ll be excited that you remember.

Dirty trick. Ever since that memory trickled back into your pysche, that phrase felt important. Dirty trick. Something so silly to most, but it held just as much weight as your forearm pressing into his skin.

Slowly you break into a wide grin, all-too proud — of finally revealing you've remembered something between the two of you, of finally winning.

You anticipated Levi to be shocked, maybe a little pissed.

What you don’t expect, however, is a blank slate.

Levi Ackerman stares up at you like he’s witnessing shadows, silhouettes, behind you. The whites of his eyes overtake as they widen in tandem with your stretching grin. Startled, shocked…

Recognition.

Dread.

Like you said the wrong thing.

The air thickens in the finite space between you, soaked to the brim with something unspoken.

His eyes flicker up and down your face, coming back into his own body one step at a time — before his hands harshly shove you clear from his body. You go flying into the dirt, skidding across the circle.

He sits up, gasping like the weight of you nearly crushed him.

“What the fuck?” he sputters in an agitated yelp.

You merely sit there, dumbfounded.

This?

This is not the reaction you had anticipated.

Not after last night. Not after the way he looked at you.

“What the fuck was that, James?” he asks again, harsher this time.

“I’m — I thought it was a nice surprise!”

“What?”

“That I remembered!” you clarify in a yelp. “Like how we used to spar, then you'd always say I was using dirty tricks to win against—”

“You think it’s funny to relive shit without clueing me in first?” he spits, egregiously nasty.

“It seemed like a funny—”

“What about that shit is funny to you?”

Oh.

His eyes could kill right now.

You remain on the ground, dumbfounded as he stumbles to his feet, curt in his swipes to pat off the dirt from his uniform. It’s not as graceful as he usually is when a spar is complete.

You feel like he’s punched a hole through your body.

“Levi—”

“When you remember something, I expect you to tell me, alright?” he cuts you off with a bark. “Don’t surprise me like any of this is fucking cute.”

He’s really upset, and he’s not afraid to show it.

That means it’s serious.

You swallow thickly, slowly getting up with him.

“Was that more significant than I thought?” you ask, scrambling to salvage the moment. “Saying those words. Saying dirty—”

“Don’t repeat it.”

“Levi!”

“I - said - don’t.”

Your last spar before the expedition cannot end like this.

This cannot be the note you strive towards when you’re finally out on the field.

Everything was going so well — what happened?

So you ask.

“Levi, what just happened?”

The fact that you even ask makes Levi sneer. He bends down, wiping off the leather straps surrounding his thighs with contempt.

Disgust.

“If you have to ask me,” Levi bites, “then it means you don’t really remember.”

“What?” you ask, following after him once he turns on a heel. You have yet to swipe the dirt from your body. “But I do! I do remember.”

“Then what’s it about, shithead?”

“You said it once to me when I beat you!" you quickly supply. "It's probably an inside joke when it comes to our sparring.”

“The keyword being probably. You're just talking out of your ass."

"Levi!" you protest in hurt. "I'm sorry. Okay? I am sorry."

"Don't bother, alright? And don't ever surprise me with this shit again."

Desperate, you near him as he begins to walk away. "Please, maybe if you just walk me through what I'm remembering—"

"I told you I'm not giving you handouts."

Despite yourself, you reach for him. "Levi—"

Levi turns to deflect your nearing hand, smacking it harshly away from him. "Enough, Lieutenant." His jaw clenches. "Get your shit, say your goodbyes to Hange and Moblit, and get some goddamn rest for tomorrow’s expedition. Lack of sleep can get your comrades killed. Don’t repeat past mistakes.”

Your mouth opens to refute, but you can’t say anything back.

His words aim to kill, and they deliver a knife to your gut.

Levi waits, expecting you to fight, but you cannot.

Won’t, not when his cruelty hurts.

Satisfied by your silence, he ducks his chin and stalks to the stables.

You do not follow.

authors note: ....okay this one was my bad bUT i swear i'm making it up to you in the next chapter. I had a few health issues the last couple of weeks, so I thank you for your patience for this update. I have much more of 9 written, so I hope that comes out in a timely fashion.

tag list: @lazylizzy3 @notgoodforlife @sad-darksoul

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dnvrsmedia · 11 months

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Tell Me I’m Dreamin’

Part 3

Farmer!Reader xWrangler!Ellie xCowboy!Abby

Part Two| Series Masterlist

18+ Series

Summary: You're the new farmer in town with a big heart and an even bigger love for two women. What happens when these two women apparently hate each other? Part 3 of the series follows the three of you after the big Spring Fling.

AN: hello im back writting! took a bit of time off for myself to relax. this chapter is a bit short but i promise you will be fed with some goodies in the future! thanks for reading <3

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The warm spring air blows softly on your face, slowly awakening you from previous slumber. To say last night was something out of your dreams would be a heavy understatement. Your memory gets mucky as the events try to unfold like a movie in your mind. Your eyes closed, you feel the limbs wrap around your body tighten. Confusion causes you to look down at your body. Two very strong and familiar bodies shift as the mid-morning glow brightens as the sun rises. A grunt is heard from above your head. Your eyes shift up to lock with two very beautiful blue ones. Abby’s hair tied up in a lazy bun at the apex of her head perfectly frames her strong jaw, enhancing her beautiful features even more. Your eyes trail down to her neck, noticing that she was only in her sports bra. You flush, realizing your eyes were staring more noticeable than you may have liked.

“Good mornin’, darlin.” Abby rasps with her morning voice. A bright smile adorns your face as you move to snuggled deeper into her bicep. You let out a groan as your apparent hangover makes way to your frontal lobe. Abby chuckles at your state and brings a kiss to your forehead.

“Hmm, mornin’ Abs…why did you let me drink so much!” You playfully whine knowing that you fully did this to yourself. Abby rolled her eyes and squeezed your hip.

“Ya know, Ellie n I tried telling you to stop.” With the mention of her name, Ellie came through your bedroom door with a bag and a carrying cup with three drinks securely placed onto the cardboard.

“Yeah, babe, you kinda did this to yourself, ya lucky that we were there for ya’.” Ellie flashes her signature smirk as she flicks off her boots at the entrance of your bedroom door. You prefer when guests leave their shoes at the entrance to your apartment, but Ellie of course never remembers…or just doesn’t listen. You’d scold her if your brain didn't feel like it was forcing its way through your skull. You just groan again and shove your head deeper (if possible) into Abby’s arm. Her free hand rubs you on your back soothingly as you practically purr in her presence.

“At least I didn’t black out, that is all that matters!” You playfully throw a fist into the air. The chuckles heard from the other girls made you smile into Abby.

“C’mon you two, got breakfast. Even got some meds for that nasty hangover.” Ellie sits at the side of the bed closest to you. Her hand grazes Abby’s firm one on your back as the two of them caress you. Unknown to you, Abby and Ellie are sharing what could be seen as loving eye contact. They snap out of their haze when the gurgling sound of your stomach is heard, practically reverberating off your bedroom walls.

Embarrassment radiates through your body. Chuckles from the two women fill the room as you push your face into the bed with a groan.

“Oh I know, babe.” Ellie laughs. Her calloused hands squeeze your hips in encouragement. You begrudgingly slid your body off of the warmth of the blonde. Her palms slide up and down the length of your body while your hips rest on top of hers.

“Let’s go darlin’.” Abby taps your bum lovingly to signal you to get up.

The pair of you follow Ellie back to your living room to eat the breakfast she picked up for you three. Seeing Ellie all domestic in your kitchen as she collects the proper utensils for your meal made your stomach flutter. Being able to see the slivers of Ellie she held close to her, locked up close to her heart, felt like a privilege. Sharing these moments with Abby felt like a fever dream. You never thought that they were capable of being in the same room together. This made you wonder deeply. Your thoughts went back to the previous night at the event. The longing stares and intensity between the two. Your thighs squeeze together at the memory of the two of the two of them grinding into you. Whispers in your ear filled with dirty words and strong palms wandering, squeezing, & prodding your damp skin. The overlapping hands of Abby and Ellie made your skin hot. Fuck, what happened to them before you lived here?

You made your way to the couch in between the two women, skin feeling warm at your thoughts. The women spread their thighs wide, your head spins at the smell of the two of them. Abby hands you your plate, filled with your favorite breakfast foods from your favorite diner in town. A bright smile lights up your face.

“My favorite, thank you Els!” You place a kiss to her cheek. Her face visibly reddens as she tries her hardest to not show.

“No problem, hon.” She winks and rests her hand on the apex of your thigh.

You subtly buck your hips up to her palm in shock. Abby and Ellie share a devious smile at your reaction. You clear your throat and dig into your food, refusing to look at either of them. You try to eat your food quickly so you can get out from between them. Abby, absolutely not liking that at all, leans into your ear with a disagreeing hum.

“Slow down, baby. S’ not goin’ nowhere, right Ellie?” The blonde’s eyebrow raised toward the auburn haired girl, her breath tickling the sensitive part of your neck. You squirm in your seat as the two silently exchange looks.

“Anderson’s right, what’s the rush, hmm? We’re not goin’ nowhere.” Ellie’s thumb starts inching closer to where you need them the most. You place your plate on the coffee table in front of you with a huff. A pouted look on your face makes Ellie chuckle. God, you feel so dizzy when you’re with them. You stare wide-eyed at them, unsure what they’re planning. Abby just smirks in response to your visible confusion.

“We know you remember last night, so why don’t we talk about it, hm?” Your mouth goes dry.

“Oh- um,” You have no clue what to say! How can you explain to these women that you want every last piece of them; the both of them. “I-uh-i’m sorry if that was uncomfortable.” You stare at your hands, feeling your heartbeat through your chest. A small tisk leaves Ellie’s mouth as she brings her free hand to your jaw, pulling your line of vision directly into her own.

“You got nothin’ ta be sorry about. Didn’t even let us talk.” She coos. You can feel the blonde beside you shift her body to lean closer to your vicinity. You gulp hard in hopes to calm your anxiety. Your hands clam up. Whatever happens next will change everything forever, no matter good or bad. Are you ready for that? Were they ready for that?

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you...both of you” Abby murmurs. Your eyes dart to the blonde next to you. That couldn’t be…right? Everyone knows Abigail Anderson and Ellie Williams were like water and oil. They don’t mix. Not since they were kids.

“Williams has a way of stickin’ around that drives me mad. N’ you, sweetheart, I don’t ever stop thinkin’ bout you.” Abby pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, teeth scraping the plush skin.

“But you don’t ever get the hint, do ya?” Ellie chuckles.

“Thinkin’ you can’t have the both of us…oh babe.” Ellie tsks.

Your head feels dizzy. The warmth of the pair surrounding you, trapping you between their bodies makes your skin dampen with perspiration. The air was thick and heavy. One move and the tension could explode. You didn’t know what to make of it. Were they saying…no, that couldn’t be right. You were just a simple farmer. Not a popular townsperson like the two of them. With a heavy breath you shoot up from between them.

“You’re playing with me. You’re both playing with me and it’s not nice. It’s not nice ta be makin fun of me!” You pout feeling hopeless. They’ve figured you out from a drunken slur of words and now you have to deal with the consequences.

Ellie and Abby look at each other, trying to figure out what to do. Abby had the more rational thought of talking it out with you. Before she could say a word, Ellie shot up in front of you and pulled you in for a kiss.

Your limbs practically went slack as you revealed in the feeling of the kiss. The auburn girl simultaneously sucking the life out of you, yet breathing air into your lungs. Your hands make way to the nape of her neck as you massage the short locks. After a short while, Ellie pulled back from your lips with a ‘pop’, a devilish smirk and a dusting of a blush adorned her face. Her lips ruby red. You, on the other hand, felt like jello. Your face filled with delight as your eyes laid dreamily on the auburn haired girl. Abby let out a chuckle at your face before reaching your lips with the same fate. She must’ve stood up during your make out with Ellie.

The contrast between the two women was awfully delightful. Ellie was more forceful with her love, she was an all or nothing kind of woman. Yet, Abby, was the definition of gentle giant. Her plush lips synchronized with yours in a playful game of push and pull. She effortlessly controlled the pace, her dominance glazing over without any hesitation. A delightful hun left your mouth before the blonde escaped your mouth.

“Do you believe us now?” Abby’s palm held your cheek as she glanced at your wet mouth. She bit her lip at the thought of tasting both Ellie and you on her tongue. You dumbly nod your head as a laugh from the auburn woman is heard beside you. Abby removed her palm from your cheek as she watched Ellie. Her heart lurches at the sound of her laugh. Ellie walks to the blonde with that little smirk you have grown to love since you’ve met her.

“So…you’ve been thinkin’ bout me, huh?” Ellie quirks as Abby rolls her eyes.

“Shut up and kiss me, Williams.”

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loveandmurders · 1 year

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My pride doesn’t keep me warm at night (Part II, Bo x female reader)

Hello everyone! This is the second part of a fic I wrote based on @fluffy-little-demon ‘s idea. You can find this first part here.

Here you have Bo’s POV so you’ll know more about what happened before and after the event of Part I. I’m planning on writing one last part where everything will be fluffy.

This time, it’s based on the song Standstill by Beth Crowley.

I really hope you’ll enjoy <3

Warnings: angst and more angst, mention of break up, a few strong words, mention of murders, negative feelings such as jealousy and sadness, mentions of sexual activities with you and another girl, toxic masculinity from Bo

Bo stirred up this morning while looking for your body in the bed. His natural instinct was to bring you against his chest and to indulge himself into a few minutes more of cuddles before starting his day. He couldn’t admit how your affection was appeasing all his demons.

But like every morning for a while now, his bed was cold and empty. He groaned to himself as your absence woke him up, and he settled on his back before slowly opening his eyes and staring at the ceiling.

“Mornin’ to my fuckin’ useless self” he sighed and felt his throat clenched. He just wanted to wake up with you by his side one more time.

Just one fucking more time.

I guess it's my fault this time

I used to think that it was so important to be right

He got up, even if he didn’t want to. He had duties to do, he had a job to do, and more than anything he knew his day would be even worse if he simply stayed in bed, where you weren’t anymore.

It didn’t change the fact that he was angrier and more stressed out since you left. He was trying very hard to pretend that everything was alright, that he was glad you were gone because he didn’t love you anymore, because it wasn’t his fault if you couldn’t obey or act like you should have, if you couldn’t see he was right.

Deep down, he knew he was so wrong.

He knew the argument was mostly on him.

And he knew you were testing him because you needed to be reassured he cared about you.

And he failed the test like an idiot, and by failing, he lost you.

He sat at the kitchen table to eat a little, even if he really didn’t feel like eating either. It was so early. Too early. He only wanted to hear your teasing laughter as you would steal his toasts before he could eat them. He missed those domestic moments and he hated how memories of happiness would flash through his brain all the time. As if his mind was punishing him, as if he wasn’t feeling terrible enough already.

His ego was too strong to let him do the right thing, and he hated it too. If he called you, it would have meant he was weak and vulnerable, and he couldn’t be that.

So now he had to live without you.

So I didn't call you

Say "I'm sorry"

He was about to get to work with just a cup of coffee in his stomach when Vincent appeared. He barely greeted him and Vincent gestured toward Bo’s phone, like he did every time he was in the same room as his twin. Vincent just wanted things to go back to normal.

“Ya know I can’t call her.” Bo shook his head and Vincent groaned “She wanted to leave, so yeah, let’s be it. I mean I’ve better things to do than fightin’ for a girl… And now… Why’d I call her hmm? What could I tell her after all that time apart?”

“That you’re sorry” Vincent signed

“Sorry? Pff, ain’t sorry. She was nothin’ to me”

“Then why don’t you find her and kill her? She could tell everything to the police.”

“She won’t because… dunno... Just know she won’t, so no need to hurt her.”

“Oh yeah, she won’t because what? She still loves you? Or is it just because you still love her?”

“Shut up Vincent”

You wouldn't have answered

The damage was done

Bo got up and stormed out of the room. He went straight to his garage and he worked there all day, without caring about anything else. He was putting the music even louder than usual, trying to smother his own thoughts in the noises.

He was feeling better when he was killing because he could forget about you for a few instants.

And he could stop thinking how he should have called you already, or at least send you that stupid message. He had been ready to send you a text since the second you had left Ambrose but he hadn’t been able to press send.

Like a freaking coward.

He tried to convince himself that it was over anyways, that you had realised how a man like him couldn’t deserve someone like you.

He thought you wouldn’t have answered your phone and you wouldn’t have answered his message anyways.

You were done with him.

Even if he couldn’t find it in him to be done with you.

I should give you up

But I've hit a standstill a brick wall

He hated to feel that way, to feel like a coward and an arrogant idiot. And his brothers couldn’t stop talking about you. It was driving him crazy. Crazier.

Or maybe he was the one who couldn’t stop thinking about you, and his brothers knew because of his attitude?

After a whole day of hard work, he came back home, and he started a fight with Vincent right away. At some point, Vincent got so tired of him that he asked him to go have some fresh air outside. Vincent couldn’t stand Bo since you were gone because Bo was on edge all the time.

At this instant, Bo received a message.

For a few seconds, he thought it might be you. And he calmed down instantly, hope blossoming in his chest. Maybe you wanted to come back home after all. Until he realised it was just that girl he met at your bar the other night.

Vincent told him he was an idiot, that instead of answering this girl, he should text you.

Bo pretended to not listen, but he hoped that tonight you would finally show up at your bar where you usually went together.

He went there at least twice a week since you left, always hoping you would show up. But instead, he met girls, and for a little while he could pretend he had forgotten about you.

I won't admit it

But I just keep collecting regrets

How did I make such a mess of this?

Bo was quick to shower and put on some clean clothes before leaving his house. It didn’t even feel like home now you weren’t coming back. His bed sheets had long lost your scent on them too.

Before leaving Ambrose, he saw Vincent signing to him, from the porch, that he was an idiot. Bo sent him a middle finger.

He knew he was an idiot, no need to remind him.

But Bo could feel it in his bones, that you would finally be at the bar tonight. Yes, you had to be there, and finally life would be better again.

And it was all he could think of when he kissed that girl and sat at her friends’ table. He tried to laugh with them, but his whole attention was on the door. He just needed to see you again, to make sure you were alright, to seduce you back in his embrace.

Yes, he would finally be able to go talk to you, or to send you a message. Or maybe, even better, you would be the one coming for him.

After all, you were the one who was always saying “I love you” in the relationship. You couldn't let go like that, right?

I wasn't ready to love you

Can't say it now though I want to

And if you didn’t notice him, he hoped he would be drunk enough to send you that he still loved you, that he fucked up, that he wanted you back home. He could be drunk enough to tell you that he was sorry.

His ego wouldn’t be too happy about it, but at least you might agree to give him another chance. Hopefully he wouldn’t blow this one.

Fuck, he would bring you to the nicest restaurant he could find, and he would give you the perfect date night, and then he would propose to you.

The day you left, he had his mother’s ring in his pocket. Actually it had been months, he had this ring close by. He needed to have it close, because he didn’t know when he would feel brave enough to ask you to be his. Forever.

And even now you were gone, the ring was still by his side.

He hated himself for having been too proud to kneel in front of you and proposed to you.

And he hated himself even more that he was still too proud to let you know he needed you.

I have nothing but my pride

It doesn't keep me warm at night

It had been an hour he was at the bar already, and he was slowly losing hope, once again. He started to think you would never come back to that bar, because the memories with him ruined it for you.

But then wouldn’t it mean that you were still thinking about him? Or it might simply mean you now hated him. Bo couldn’t stand this idea. You had to still love him, despite everything, because you were meant to be his wife. It was fate, and you couldn’t mess up with fate, right?

He almost jumped out of his chair when he saw you.

You were there, finally there.

If he hadn’t had another girl on his lap, nothing would have prevented him from being all over you again.

Nothing, except his stupid ego.

Fuck, you were so pretty, such a perfect little snack. He would love to be in between your legs and to make you feel good like he knew he could. However, if you weren’t in the mood for that, he would have been satisfied with just one small kiss. Sometimes, he could still feel your lips against his or against his skin, and he wished he would have been much more tender with you.

He used to have a little goddess in his arms.

Now he had to kiss that other girl and to laugh at her lame jokes, like if he enjoyed her, when his whole attention was on you. Actually, he couldn't even follow the conversation anymore.

At least you were alone.

He would have lost it if you had brought a guy with you. He would have killed him. And you would have hated him for sure.

I heard you met someone else

I ask our friends about you

'Cause I just can't help myself

Lester told him he was pretty sure he saw you with a man in town the other day. Bo had instantly tensed up and had asked his kid brother all kinds of questions, trying to remember if he knew the guy or not. He also wanted to know if Lester was certain if it was a romantic relationship or not. Lester didn’t know, that was what he said.

Truth to be told, Bo wasn't even sure if Lester hadn't lied about this guy, just to make him react and push him to send you a message. Lester was always complaining that Jonesy was missing you and that he also liked to have a big sister around. He also moaned about how unhappy Ambrose was without you, and how Bo was a real asshole now you were gone.

And even if it was irritating Bo to no end, he couldn’t deny it.

Actually the more he thought about it and the more he believed there was someone else in your life now because Lester didn’t know how to lie like Vincent, so if he said so…

Bo’s mind couldn’t stop thinking about you in the arms of another man or anyone else for the matter. It was obviously someone who would take better care of you than he ever did. Someone who wouldn’t be a killer. Someone who would be smart enough to propose to you before it would be too late.

I push down the feeling

That I'm breaking

And smile when they tell me

It's not going to last

The girl on his lap noticed he was looking at someone. She had felt how his attention had switched from her and she didn’t like it at all. She followed his line of vision to find you and she frowned.

“Ya know her?” she asked Bo who was brought back to reality right away. He arched an eyebrow at her before giving her his most charming smile, so she would stop asking questions.

“She’s my ex” he replied before taking a sip of his drink because, fuck, those words left a bitter taste in his mouth. How could you be his “ex” when you were his future?

“Oh, really? Well ya’ve got better tastes now cause she ain’t that pretty'' She commented and Bo had to use all his strength to remain calm. How could she talk like that about you? You were a goddess. He wanted to kill her. Gosh, he was going to be so rough with her once it would be time to fuck her.

“Let’s not talk ‘bout her” he finally said

“Then stop lookin’ at her” she smiled with poison lacing her voice.

Her friends started to tease her for being so jealous and they appeased the situation that way, as Bo’s attention went back on you. How could he stop watching you when you were the only interesting thing in this whole planet?

I just want you back

'Cause I've hit a standstill a brick wall

He wasn’t certain you had seen him already or not. He started to regret having that girl on his lap. It would have been a lot easier if he had been on his own. There was no way you would come over to him with all those people around, and even less with that girl playing with his hair.

When you finally turned your head towards him, he grabbed the girl’s face and pressed his lips against hers. She squealed in happiness at the attention and her friends both cheered and commented on the heated kiss. Bo had closed his eyes so he could pretend he was kissing you, because you were the only one he wanted to kiss.

However, Bo knew you had also quite a temper and he hoped you would react. Yes, if you were jealous enough, it was his only chance for you to come over. He would even have been happy if you slapped him. He deserved that, and then he could grab your wrist, bring you outside and make out with you against his truck. He would bring you back home, and he could finally know peace after months apart from you.

A little voice inside his head reminded him one more time: “ya’re an idiot”.

Why would you be jealous when you were the one who left?

I won't admit it

But I just keep collecting regrets

How did I make such a mess of this?

When he stopped kissing her, he just had the time to see you finishing your drink, paying the barman and grabbing your bag before leaving.

No, no, no.

It wasn’t supposed to be like that. You were supposed to come, to be jealous. You were supposed to still be in love with him. Bo tensed up and the little voice inside his head became louder and louder. Did he fuck up his only chance to talk to you after all this time?

Why did he kiss that girl when you were the only one he wanted to kiss? He felt his chest becoming so heavy as if it was ready to burst out with despair. He needed to do something. Quick.

So he took his phone. He needed to send you a message. Yes, that was his only chance to make things right, even after that kiss.

His brothers always told him that he had a talent for screwing up what could truly make him happy, that he was autodestructive. He knew they were right, but he couldn’t keep fucking this up with you.

He saw you opening the doors and leaving in the corner of his eyes, and his heart bled even more.

Did he lose you forever?

I wasn't ready to love you

Can't say it now though I want to

I have nothing but my pride

It doesn't keep me warm at night

He opened his draft and started to correct the message he had prepared for you. He was changing it everyday, everynight, everytime the thoughts of you were becoming just unbearable.

He was trying his best for the girl on his lap to not be able to read what he was typing away. She was too drunk to focus on the screen anyways. And now that you were gone, she didn’t feel in danger anymore. She was actually quite aroused, and she wanted to go to Ambrose so Bo could fuck her well.

She never understood why he was always insisting on turning the lights off though, but the sex was good so she didn’t complain much about it. She didn’t like how he was always pushing her out of his house early in the morning however. He never let her take care of his breakfast or cuddle with him. And she wondered why she wasn’t allowed to do so. Sometimes, she felt like the “other woman”. But she was too drunk to realise she truly was.

And as usual, when Bo brought her home, he hadn’t sent you the message and he turned the light off. He was rougher than usual though. She felt he was angry with her, somehow, and she finally told him to stop. And he did right away because her kisses and touches were now tasting bitter. She had no idea what was going on with him, and she didn’t like it.

She left in the middle of the night, happy she went to Ambrose with her own car. She wasn’t sure she would want to come back there ever again.

Are you lonely?

I get lonely too

Do you miss me?

Lately I've been missing you

Bo found himself staring at the ceiling one more time. He was almost glad the girl was gone. He really wasn’t in the mood for sex actually, because she wasn’t you. And because all his thoughts were on your reaction and your departure.

Seeing you leave for the second time… it was the loneliest feeling he ever experienced. Yes, he could be in a room full of people, but without you, it was just empty. Since you were gone, it was like a piece of his heart was missing.

Fuck, he missed you so so much. He felt like he was going to start crying and he hated this too much. He got out of bed, took a cold shower and went back to his garage. He worked all night, because it was the only thing that was allowing him to stop thinking about you, about how he fucked up, about how he wished he had brought you back home tonight.

Vincent went to see him around 5 am, quite worried for his brother. He forced Bo to sit down and to drink a glass of water. Vincent had never seen Bo looking so terrible, but he didn’t dare to ask what happened. Bo saw the questions in his twin’s eye and he looked away as he answered:

“She was at the bar. But she left when she saw me kissin’ that girl. And I guess I was too harsh with that bitch when I fucked her so she left too. Not that I care” Bo explained and Vincent put a hand on his shoulder.

“You really should send her a message”. Vincent said

“Who?”

“You know who. If she left, it means it hurt her to see you with someone else”.

“She’d be stupid to let someone like me hurt her. Yeah, she’s too smart for that. She probably just not wantin’ seein’ my stupid face”

Are you happy

Like I'm trying to be?

Have you moved on

Or do you ever think of me?

Vincent gave Bo a very weak smile before convincing him to come back home for a few hours of sleep. Bo was too tired to fight anymore. He did hope Vincent was right though; maybe you still thought about him, maybe it hurt you to see him with another girl.

It didn’t appease Bo a lot because it would mean you were sad because of him, and it was something that was breaking his heart all over again. He didn’t want to be the worst thing that ever happened to you.

He should have told you he loved you all the time he didn’t answer back.

He went back to bed, and he had no idea how he could ever be happy again after tonight. Even if it had hurt you to see him with another girl, you hadn’t acted on it. So you probably had moved on, when he just couldn’t.

“Was supposed to make ya happy.” he whispered to himself as he looked at the empty side of his bed. “And ain’t wantin’ ya to find someone who could treat ya better. I’d treat ya so well if ya came back” he whispered again. “And I should’ve told ya all this tonight” he sighed “Piece of shit” he insulted himself.

He finally fell asleep, but it wasn’t a very good one.

'Cause I've hit a standstill a brick wall

I won't admit it

But I just keep collecting regrets

How did I make such a mess of this?

After a few hours, Bo was already up and about in the kitchen. Vincent begged him to try and reach for you today, because it couldn't continue like that. And thanks to the lack of sleep, Bo sat at the kitchen table and thought he could try to send you something indeed. It sounded easy enough.

However it had been over half an hour, and he still hadn’t pressed the button “send”. He had been reading over and over again his message, but still couldn’t find it in him to send it. He lost himself in his thoughts until a loud noise came from the basement and he instantly got up.

“Vince, ya ok?” he asked before going downstairs to check on his twin. Even if Bo wasn’t feeling the best lately, he still cared very much about his family. He already lost you, he would never stand to lose anyone else.

While Bo was downstairs, Lester came into the house, with his last food shopping. He put the brown bags on the kitchen table before noticing Bo’s phone laying there. Your name grabbed his attention, and he carefully read the message Bo had prepared for you. Lester rolled his eyes at his brother’s words but, at least, you would know how he truly felt. Lester looked at the open basement door, and before Bo could see him, he quickly pressed the button.

He watched the screen until the little word appeared under the message.

Sent.

Lester disappeared from Ambrose as fast as possible, a wild grin across his face. He couldn't wait for his big sister to be back home. And he trusted Bo to marry you this time.

I wasn't ready to love you

Can't say it now though I want to

Bo finally went back to the kitchen.

He was surprised to see all the bags waiting for him on the table, and he called for Lester. He was quite confused and pocketed his phone without looking at the screen, only looking around for his kid brother. He really didn’t understand what happened. He shrugged before busing himself with dinner. That way, he could “forget” about sending you a message.

It was only when he went back to bed, in the middle of night, that he opened his draft again…

He frowned as the message wasn’t there anymore, and he wondered if he hadn’t deleted it by accident. He opened the chat he had with you, just in case…

“Fuck me” he mumbled as he saw the message had been sent. He cursed himself and felt like a loser for this. You were going to find him so pathetic, weak, vulnerable, clingy. And an asshole for the way he treated that girl and you. He had never told you that kind of thing before, he had never been that bare in front of you. He was panicking. He had always wanted to look strong for you, and he was worried you would find him very unattractive in this instance, even if you were finally getting what you had truly wanted all that time.

Bo didn’t know when or how the message had been sent, his ego way too busy with trying to find a way to delete it. His mind wandered toward Lester though, until everything stopped. He held his breath.

Read.

Shit, you had seen the message.

Shit, you were typing.

“Call me” and Bo didn’t need to be said twice.

I have nothing but my pride

It doesn't keep me warm at night

But your voice did.

PART III

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elejah-wonderland · 3 months

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elejah_au

_time travel au_fanfic

a/n: I think that finally I got a name for this fic that was here introduced in random snippets.

Finding Forever

_an epilogue will follow this one

Mystic Falls, Fell's Church Graveyard

"De cineribus ad corpus eduxi te nunc!" Bonnie waved up her hands to the circle. A zillion magical particles surged like a whirlwind in the center. Like the phoenix bird, so did Elijah rose from the flames.

He breathed in deep, looking at the witch in front of him confused.

"Hello," Bonnie muttered, pointing to the side of the circle, "uhm- here are some clothes"

Elijah picked up the clothes and swiftly put them on. And then, he felt suddenly sickly and fell on down on his knees. He held his head in his hands.

"Here. Have some of my blood" Bonnie offered the Original a small potion bottle. "You need it. It will help you clear the pain from a spell I made to clear some of your memories."

Elijah took the tiny bottle and downed the potent Bennett blood.

Elsewhere

Boarding House

"Did you hear this? Kai is back? JEREMY!" Damon said, focusing on hearing what is said below them.

"What the Hell?" Elena turned around stunned.

Meanwhile, in the study, Jeremy dragged Kai in, holding the astrolabe. "You got to send me back."

"I'm half dead." Kai said breathing heavy.

"I got to stop Bonnie" Jeremy shot at the witch.

"Even if I could do that, she made sure noone could break the timeline again. And the ancestors are behind her." Kai said.

"I can't believe this." Jeremy pushed Kai aside.

"Believe what you want. The Bennetts allowed it. They need Elijah. The four evil Gods of the Undetworld are let loose." Kai said.

"You're lying." Jeremy sifted angrily.

"Why do you think the Bennetts let me free?" Kai said.

In Fell's Church, Bonnie had to cut debriefing Elijah short.

"Craziness in Mystic Falls never stopped. I got to go. Your family still owns the Mansion - here is a phone with our numbers, as well as your sisters. Kol, too. Though I didn't tell them I'd bring you back. They would probably not agree. This was my call. I got to go. Later" Bonnie apologized for having to run.

Elijah straightened his sleeves and after a moment to himself made his way to the Mikaelson residence.

There, he pulled his phone out of the jeans back pocket. He inhaled sharply. He wasn't ready to face anyone just yet.

He inhaled and exhaled deeply once again, allowing his brain time to process all the emotions that hurled back in explosively, mixed in with the new memories, memories he had of his time spent with Elena in 1988.

Flashback

New York, 1988

"What has you staring at me like there's no tomorrow?" Elijah said.

"It's just - you." Elena said.

"Care to elaborate" Elijah's lips curled a curious smile up.

"I love you. And I wish I can have forever with you." Elena said, sighing inwardly. She stood up and walked over to him. She took his face with her hands and kissed him deep and hard.

"Elijah" Elena muttered with a burning throat as she staggered in the room, breaking the Original's thoughts. She wanted so desperately to run into his arms, squeeze him tight, kiss him zealously. But - there was the cloud above them. The cloud of covertness. No matter that what she had done was absilutely unintentional on her part, she knew him all too well. He hated being lied to. Another breath shuddered through her, "Elijah - I"

What was there to say. His quiet demeanour spoke louder than words.

She was guilty of erasing his memories of her, of them, everything that had happened between them from 1988. But like Bonnie had explained. The timeline was not to be shifted.

"I know what I said, but the message Bonnie left me that night was ademand. I had to do it." Elena said.

"Yes. She said so." Elijah said in his very distinctive low voice.

"It was the toughest decision I ever had to make. It killed me. I missed you. I missed us. My heart ached like crazy. And then Freya found a letter you wrote to me. It blew me away - because - the last time we saw one another was in Willoughby. And you left for New Orleans." Elena paused for a split second. She tilted her head, her heart thrumming warmly, citing part of it, "You had my heart spellbound the moment I have set my eyes on you."

Elijah's warm brown eyes glistened at the memory of the letter. And the night he wrote it. The night, he had let all of his feelings he had kept bottled up for such a long time loose. Or rather put them in order.

"Please, say something," Elena narrowed the gap between them, "Elijah?"

_to be continued

#elejah #elena gilbert #elijah mikaelson #alternative universe #fanfiction #tvd imagines #elena and elijah #time travel au #finding forever

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vi-enti · 10 months

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school’s over so back on the fanfic grind (a grind i have not openly shared on the internet since like. 2018), unsure if this is an idea to continue but i am thinking so hard... about the difficulties of the healing process. really gotta purge that poison

. . .

“Hello, this is… Hajime Hinata. The date is… I have no idea what the date is. It’s been 14 days, 9 hours, 47 minutes and 24 seconds since we woke up from the Neo World Program.”

“…I don’t know why I said it like that. It’s been about two weeks.”

“Uhh… I’m not sure what to say here, really. Naegi—Makoto, that is—told me this would be a good way to get my thoughts down. That way if there’s anything I forget, or anything I want everyone to know after… Well, I don’t think I can really forget anything. Even if I wanted to, I don’t think I could.”

“Sorry there are so many quiet gaps. I’m trying to think about what I want to say... I guess I’ll start with the facts, and we can go from there. I was the first person to wake up, and then Sonia. Kazuichi took a few hours longer, he was so… his limbs were so scarred. I could barely tell the healthy tissue apart from all of the burns and cuts. When he got out, he just kept screaming and crying, he just kept—“

“Akane was next, but she was barely a shell, too weak, so Makoto put her back under for a few more days before waking her up. She wasn’t in the pod though, we—they moved her to a hospital bed in a different room. This facility really has everything. You wouldn’t believe the scale of the medical equipment, Tsumiki would love it—“

“Basically, Akane woke up a week after Kazuichi, technically, and then we put her into a medical coma for a while. We as in… I didn’t do that. I mean, I did, but it didn’t feel like me.”

“Actually, I never feel like… me. I don’t know who me is supposed to be now. I’m still him—I mean, I’m still me—but I’m not me— fuck, this doesn’t make any fucking sense, I just can’t— Sonia, don’t touch me—“

“…”

“…I want my mom. I don’t remember the last time I wanted my mom. I don’t even… remember my mom, anymore.”

“…Patient 5, Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko. We plan to wake him from his induced medical coma today, following complications from his enucleation operation directly after awakening from pod sleep. There was an infection at the area of operation and I deemed it too dangerous to continue until it was cleared. Naegi had some objections, but his background is not medical, and does not always need to be taken into account. Patient 4 will simply have to wait.”

“He still has the damn thing.”

“…they all do.”

“Alter Ego, end recording.” Hajime slumped back against his chair, bringing a hand up to push his hair back. It was a newly acquired habit, one always accompanied by the feeling of missing something, like there wasn’t enough hair to run through his fingers. He hated it. Hated thinking that it wasn’t newly acquired at all, that whoever he was in the past few years did it all the time.

That hadn’t gone nearly as well as he’d liked. These voice diaries were supposed to be records so they could explain things easier to the others once they all woke up, something to jog their memories. Privately, he was sure that Makoto had asked him to make them more for his own sake, as if they’d help somehow with all of the different thoughts running through his brain all of the time. If he spoke them out loud, then somehow they’d disappear. It was the compromise they’d settled on after Hajime had refused to attend Future Foundation-provided therapy. Most of the time they turned out exactly like this, not suitable for anyone’s ears except his own.

Makoto was an idiot. Talking about it wasn’t going to stop the constant streams of thought in his brain, analyzing every thing and every action around him, picking apart the movements of his friends and their slight changes in tone, detecting every potential threat and every potential weapon for killing someone—fuck.

He was so tired of dreaming up all the ways people could die. His rare moments of sleep were already haunted by spears and giant Tetris blocks, by fire and poison and terrified faces. He didn’t need more deaths on his mind, constant echoes of terrors of his own creation.

Sitting up properly, he stretched his arms out before standing up to examine his half of the room. At least two people kept watch in the pod room at all times, waiting for anyone to wake up next and making sure nobody died. It reminded him of the hospital in the simulation, someone always watching over Akane and Ibuki and—

An alarm beeped and Sonia, on the other end of the room, startled awake in her own chair. She had stayed on that side after Hajime shoved her away earlier, eventually drifting to sleep by Gundham’s pod. It was the one she stared at the most, blue eyes alight with grief and fury, even if she wouldn’t admit it. She was better off than Hajime, at least. One of his eyes stayed empty. Makoto had warned him that she shouldn’t be allowed to spend so much time with Gundham, but he could never bring himself to pull her away. Clearing his throat, he waited for the former princess to look up towards him.

“Shift change. You should go sleep in an actual bed, I can wait for Kazuichi and Makoto if you want to go on ahead.” She shook her head, fingers trailing over the glass coffin holding the Ultimate Breeder.

“No, that’s alright. You’ve been here long enough, you need to rest before Fuyuhiko. It’s only a few more hours away. Besides, I…” Sonia trailed off, gaze shifting to the pod next to Gundham’s, covered with a sheet. Everyone had to be checked on, but there was just one person Hajime couldn’t stand to see. The only person in the room that caused his dead eye to come to life.

He couldn’t identify the emotion, but it had to be hate. It had to be, right?

At least he knew he wouldn’t be judged for it. Everyone had someone they couldn’t look at in this room, couldn’t face directly. Hajime was just the only one weak enough to require a sheet covering the pod. The only one who couldn’t be controlled if he had a fit of anger, or worse—one of despair.

Swallowing back bile, he nodded, making a quick exit from the room to the quarters right next door. A large room had been set up with beds and necessities for them, the six that were here and constantly switching out. Kyoko had suggested separate rooms, but after multiple nights of Kazuichi sneaking into his room or Sonia screaming in her sleep from across the hall, Hajime had fought for them to all be together. Makoto, almost with a child-like excitement, had insisted that he, Kyoko, and Aoi stay there too.

The lucky student in question had been sitting on the floor cross-legged when he walked in, laptop resting on a knee while he glared down at the screen. A glare from Makoto wasn’t usually all that effective, but whatever he was seeing seemed to be genuinely pissing him off. If Hajime had been anyone else, he wouldn’t have bothered disturbing the younger. Still, someone had to go fill in for him with Sonia until Kazuichi took over for her. The mechanic was nowhere to be seen—probably sitting at Akane’s bedside, as usual. Tapping Makoto gently on the shoulder, Hajime waited for him to look up from the email he had been so focused on.

“Oh, you’re back! Has it been six hours already? I didn’t even notice.” It wasn’t a long time to spend watching the pods, but Aoi had insisted. They had three pairs switching out, and she didn’t want anyone spending more time in the pod room than they did outside of it, in the fresh air and the real world—or so she said. Hajime was sure it had more to do with her growing concern for the five of them, Kyoko and Makoto included. While they hadn’t been in the program nearly as long, they still seemed just a bit too pale to her. As for himself, Sonia, and Kazuichi… Aoi had never known them before, but worried nonetheless about irreparable damage.

“Yes, I’m back. Will you find Kazuichi and tag Sonia out? She’s just finishing check-ups.” The shorter nodded, shutting his laptop and standing from his seat on the floor. “Everything alright?”

“It’s just Byakuya, he’s facing some problems bringing the medical equipment we need over to the island. The Future Foundation doesn’t see the need to care for some of the pre-existing conditions your class has, they’re just barely allotting enough supplies for taking care of the… last bits of Junko. It’s like you aren’t even humans to them, they just have no empathy!” Makoto rubbed his temples, forcing a weak smile onto his face. It hadn’t escaped Hajime that the bright-eyed boy that they had met in the final trial and the tired man before him right now seemed so far apart from each other. Because of us—because of me.

“We aren’t human to them.” He placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to offer some comfort. “But we are to you. You’re the best of them, Makoto. I know you’ll work things out.” The younger’s smile twisted, not exactly happy, and he nodded in response.

“Right. The Ultimate Hope, that’s me. I have to be able to fix this.” Hajime raised an eyebrow, not meaning that at all, but Makoto was already walking out of the room to take over watch duties. That had gone… stunningly bad. Whatever part of his soul had been able to produce hope for the others in the Neo World Program had been hiding, his mind and body too used to the actions and words of another. Another who had no idea how to give someone hope for the future, much less comfort someone just the slightest bit. All Hajime seemed to be good at these days was making things worse.

A warmth squeezed around his hand, like someone urging him to stop thinking, and he yanked it away from—from nothing. There was nobody there. He just needed to get some rest before Fuyuhiko’s surgery today.

Two beds remained empty, waiting for their last members. Akane was awake, but still too weak to leave her hospital bed, and Fuyuhiko would join them today. Hopefully. Sitting on his own perfectly made bed, he wondered if all of the remnants would end up sharing a room for the rest of time. The three of them awake so far had their nightmares, some worse than others, and it was impossible to imagine the rest being able to sleep easy after all that had happened. It was too easy to imagine everyone around the room, as if their spaces were already there waiting for them. Glancing around, Hajime could imagine each and every one of them smiling at him, if he could just bring them all back, if he could just wake them up.

A flash of pink and white hair danced at the corner of his eyes, a gentle smile and a false one, and he slammed his head down on the bed, covering his vision with a pillow. Sleep now, hypotheticals later. Hypotheticals that could never, ever be reality anyways. It was dangerous to get lost in thoughts of a happy ending.

He didn’t deserve an ending just yet. There was too much to fix.

#me and my fucking em dashes #anyways i'm just sharing this to see if it's?? interesting??#i've been writing hella fanfic but i'm always very hesitant to put it on the internet #but i've had soOoOOo many worms lately thinking about facing trauma and healing relationships and how that process is just so bumpy #i have a whole lot more that isn't hajime pov but this is all i'm sharing ATM #i just really want to put these folks in therapy. and that begins at the beginning!#moon babbles #danganronpa #i GUESS #cw surgery #cw medical #just in case #hajime hinata #sonia nevermind #makoto naegi #dr2 #moon writings

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toomanyplotbunnies-sendhelp · 3 months

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Hello and welcome to Day 9 of "Let's Explore My Plot Bunnies"

Today, my brain decided to bring me a classic au for a Mo Dao Zu Shi fic: a Time Travel AU!

Edit: As of February 6th, this fic has a title - "Never too old to learn, never too late to turn"

(Technically speaking, it starts with a Canon Divergence AU, and then the Time Travel starts, but Time Travel and Canon Divergence go hand in hand, so meh....)

To be more precise, it is a Jiang Cheng Time Travel AU (I have read a lot of Time Travel AU in this Fandom but I still have yet to see an "only Jiang Cheng time travels" fic - it's mostly Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji that time travel so give my purple son some solo time travel adventures too)

This idea started from a question: Would Jiang Cheng have realized that Wei Weuxian gave him his core if, instead of Cengqin, Jiang Cheng got Suibian after Wei Wuxian died?

After I got this question stuck in my head, I thought about Jiang Cheng, maybe during Yanli's death anniversary 10 years after Wei Wuxian died, just grabbing Suibian - maybe to scream at it, maybe to try and break it - and accidentally taking the sword out of its sheath. Which, as far as Jiang Cheng knows, should not be possible since it sealed itself after Wei Wuxian died.

And that makes Jiang Cheng start thinking - when did Wei Wuxian last USE Suibian? And why can he take out Suibian after Wei Wuxian's death?

Jiang Cheng is smart. He may have a temperament that rivals that of his mother, but he is definitely not dumb. I do believe he will figure out what happened when he remembers that Wei Wuxian had a bad memory and is a self-sacrificial idiot.

On that day, Jiang Cheng mourns for more than just his parents and sister. He mourns for his brother. The brother he led a siege against. The brother who gave up his cultivation for him. The brother that he should have backed up and protected, not scorned and hated for years even after his death.

From then on, Jiang Cheng lives only with grief in his heart and questions of "what if" in his head. He doesn't like to interact with the other Sects more than necessary because he can't stand to hear them bad mouth his dead brother. Nor can he speak up to defend his brother's memory now since Jiang Cheng knows no one will hear him out and believe him at that.

Well, maybe Nie Huaisang will. He was friends with Wei Wuxian after all, and he never spoke against him, even when Wei Wuxian was protecting the Wens.

Jiang Cheng reconnects with Nie Huaisang because of this. As such, Nie Huaisang tells him about his suspicion of Jin Guangyao being behind Nie Mingjue's untimely death. He also tells Jiang Cheng that he has searched for a lot of ways to bring Nie Mingjue back - one of which was time travel.

Jiang Cheng, despite wanting to just go and kill Jin Guangyao right then and there, is intrigued by the concept of time travel. ("If I could time travel, then maybe I could save Wei Wuxian," is what Jiang Cheng thinks). But, like with all things, there is a catch to time travel: if it fails, you die; if it succeeds, this timeline will be destroyed. As such, the only reason Nie Huaisang is not going to use time travel is because no one else has any idea of Jin Guangyao's crimes and, as much as he wants his brother back, if this fails there will be no one left to avenge his Nie Mingjue.

Jiang Cheng tells Nie Huaisang (in a fit of recklessness and spontaneity) to let him try the time travel method. Although Nie Huaisang tried to make Jiang Cheng rethink this, seeing no result, he relents and helps Jiang Cheng with the preparations - on one condition: if the time travel method (array?) succeeds, Jiang Cheng must try and save Nie Mingjue. Jiang Cheng agrees.

The time travel is successful, and Jiang Cheng wakes up back to that day when Wei Wuxian was first brought to Lotus Pier. Jiang Cheng is overjoyed - his brother (and Wei Wuxian is his brother, and no one, not even his mother, can tell Jiang Cheng otherwise) is alive - scared and malnourished, but alive. Wei Wuxian (for now, Wei Ying) is alive.

Jiang Cheng might have a ton of things to plan for and prevent this time around, but he finally has his older brother and sister back. Lotus Pier is still untouched by war. His parents are alive as well. He vows that this time around, he will do better; be better, so that the future he came from won't come to pass again.

And he is gonna start by making sure his big brother is not as traumatized by dogs. (Wei Wuxian will do well to have a guard dog around him since he gets in so much trouble. Might as well teach him that not all dogs will bite him. Jiang Cheng's dogs will bite others for Wei Wuxian)

A couple of things to note:

I fully believe Nie Huaisang searched for a lot of ways to bring his brother back or to prevent his death altogether. Time Travel included.

Jiang Cheng does NOT like Lan Wangji here. And it's not because Jiang Cheng sees Lan Wangji as arrogant or anything else (even if that does help), but because Jaing Cheng (just like Wei Wuxian) interpreted Lan Wangji's intention to protect Wei Wuxian by bringing him back to Gusu as "come to Gusu so we can punish you" and fully believes Lan Wangji was an "enemy" - as many called him - of Wei Wuxian, not a possible ally. (I swear WWX and JC do share a braincell sometimes.) So here, Jiang Cheng doesn't want Wei Wuxian to interact with Lan Wangji because he doesn't trust Lan Wangji with his brother's safety.

Jiang Cheng will make sure his dogs will maim whoever is mean to his big brother. He will personally train one of the puppies to be Wei Wuxian's personal bodyguard. And he will get Wei Wuxian to get over his fear of dogs - at least partially.

In this AU, baby!Jiang Cheng does not take shit from anybody. He will protect Wei Ying this time around. Jiang Yanli is just happy that her little brothers get along so well.

And that is about it.

So, how was it? Good? Bad? Let me know!

This specific plot bunny is really taking over my brain because protective baby time traveler Jiang Cheng is just so cute. Wei Ying is also adorable because I fully believe he will make a vow to himself to be the best gege in the whole world for Jiang Cheng. They deserve to be happy, and they will be happy in this little plot bunny of mine - even if Jiang Cheng has to go through a lot of angst™️ to get there.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this idea and have a great day/night. Take care of yourselves!

I will see you tomorrow,

-TooManyPlotBunnies- Send Help

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #time travel au #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #wei ying #fic ideas #fanfic ideas #nie huaisang #only jiang cheng time travels #let my babies be happy for once #wei wuxian gets over his fear of dogs #eventually #nie huaisang is as always big brained #jiang cheng is impressed and a bit terrified #lan wangji will have to go throug jiang cheng if he wants to aproach wei wuxian #protective jiang cheng for the win #he is not letting his big brother die or be stupid again

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mrs-mitsuya-takashi · 1 year

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ERROR 143 - A hole in my heart

Many say - love hurts. Yeah it does, you found out the hard way. But no one ever warned you how difficult moving on is. What do you do when your partner is the - one that got away? They say it'll be fine, they said time will heal the wounds. But no one tells you what to do when you do not want to be fine, you do not want to heal. It's the only sign, the constant reminder of - what you once had was real, all those feelings - yeah they were very much present and alive.

It felt like yesterday when you were in his embrace, listing off things you both wanted to do together. His face nuzzled in your hair while you were poking his neck playfully with your nose. Those giggles and laughters that filled your tedious mornings with warmth, making the day a little more bearable. Where did all the love get lost? How did those moments evaporate into thin air? You had so many questions to ask him but the most important one was - why? Just what did he gain, leaving you broken like a toy that cannot be fixed! Did it bring him satisfaction? Was he happy now?

It felt like you were constantly in a war with yourself, your brain blaming and cursing your heart for falling in love. And your heart being too numb to even fight back or take a stand, for it knows very well there was nothing it could do or say to you, much less give you even a glimmer of hope.

Today you were passing by your favourite cafe, the one you both used to frequent. It was a grave mistake on your part to peak inside. Because he was there, seated in your favourite seat holding hands with someone who was not you.

Your brain started flashing the memories like a reel- memories of the night he broke up with you. You waited and waited relentlessly but when a lot of time had passed, it hit you that he's not gonna come back, that he must have completely erased you from his memories.

"No, don't break down-" "You knew this would have happened sooner or later-" is what you kept saying to yourself. You were feeling lightheaded, as if someone was spinning you endlessly in a broken machine, nowhere to escape. You knew you both were at a point of no return but before you could turn back, your legs took you inside straight to him. He didn't notice you till you greeted him with a Hello. He looked at you, a confused smile on his face, his eyes silently questioning - "What are you doing here?", his eyes changing from soft to somewhat hateful.

You were just a filler character in his book,you realised. The audacity you had to think you ever held even an ounce of importance in his life. "Sorry, you just look like someone I knew, I mistook you for them!" You pretended, a behaviour no longer foreign to you because that's what you did everyday! Pretending to be fine when you are not, pretending to laugh with the constant feeling of emptiness gnawing at your heart, making it hard to breathe, hard to bear! You turned on your heels and swiftly left the place. You couldn't go back home today, not to the place where all your memories ricocheted off the walls, the place that now felt like a literal hell.

You can never erase him from your life, and he will never understand your suffering or the ache you feel every time you still foolishly wait for him. Living ahead is going to be painful. You once wished, prayed, groveled in front of God for him, the person who was never gonna be yours much less remember you. What could your brain tell your heart to console it, except for - "FOR GOD'S SAKE stop hurting yourself, move on."

Your heart still has no answer, only pumping blood steadily to keep you alive as long as it can.

BAJI KEISUKE, MITSUYA TAKASHI, HAITANI RAN, HAITANI RIN, SANO MANJIRO, SANZU HARUCHIYO, KOKONOI HAJIME, KAKUCHO or your favourite character

PS: Thank you @bajiissofine for constantly being my support system!

I don't really know how I feel about this but I hope you all like it! I have only put the names of my favourite characters but please do let me know if you want me to include more characters!

#tokyo revengers #baji keisuke #mitsuya takashi #anime #keisuke baji #mikey #tokyo revengers x reader #ran haitani #haitani rindou #kokonoi hajime #kakucho #h #sanzu haruchiyo #tokyo revengers angst

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my-castles-crumbling · 4 months

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dancer anon here

reason for wanting to stay connected to being a girl: i feel good when i present feminine sometimes, I don't know why, while i dont feel like a girl or connected to that at all, i enjoy feeling pretty, and that kinda fuels the "cant not be partially a girl" because i like my feminine attributes (such as my breasts and eyelashes (i really like my eyelashes, they make me feel pretty)) but i tend to like my feminine attributes more when im alone and only /i/ can see myself and think "damn. im pretty today."

ballroom q: i tend to do more follower than leader now but i get to dance with my favorite dance teacher someitmes and shes really nice :D my favorite dance is paso doble (i do more latin ballroom than standard lol, but i do enjoy waltz the most out of standard dances lol (its the first dance i did with leader steps :DD)

correct pronouns: ik that its not really making a big deal to ask, but since im not out to many poeple outside of my friend group. i also dont want to correct my friends because im afraid it will reach someone outside of the group and theyre going to question it because in my school the majority of the students aren't really,,,, allies ig

neopronouns: have considered, didnt fit, so they/them is my go to because it is the one i feel the most comfortable with

confronting my friend: i do sometimes feel like confronting them about it, but its kinda scary because i hate confrontation because of the toxic friend i mentioned, so i dont think im gonna do anything about it (for now maybe?)

trauma: i am 97% sure i dont have any trauma relating to masculine people? however, my memory /is/ actually trash, so i could have just forgotten. the most likely thing that caused the fear would probably be the dance teacher with cold hands, because i hated his classes because they made me feel like dance is an obligation and i have to do everything /correctly/ even though i signed up because i enjoy dance. i also had to dance with him and his hands were cold and i dont like physical touch if im not initiating it (which is kinda why i dont dance with anyone anymore - a combination of physical touch, sweaty hands, and the close proximity. im even scared to dance with the little children i sometimes help dance with, because i dont know if they feel comfortable with physical touch which makes me feel icky)

also its not really something happened to me, its fear of something that /could/ happen (SA, etc)

also i still see that dance teacher around at the studio sometimes. he still scares me, but less? and when i talk to him sometimes, my brain tries to tell me im overexaggerating how much i dislike him, which i may be doing, but he /did/ ruin one of my favorite dances for me, so...

agender label: i do feel comfortable with the agender label, i believe, but ive never really met anyone else using it so i think i ust want to know ppl who also use it

you are also a wonderful human!!!

on another note, i am genuinely in tears thank you, you are so kind <3

Hello again!

So, there's four things I wanna address here:

With the pronouns/friends: Yes, it sounds like it might be a good idea to think more about the pros/cons of this. I still completely think that you deserve the respect of being gendered correctly, but if it's not safe for you to be pushing this,(secrets being shared, an unsupportive space, etc) then it might be a good idea to step back until it is safe to bring it up again. Remember though that you deserve to be supported and loved unconditionally and using your correct pronouns is something that should not be a burden to anyone.

Being agender: Have you considered finding people on here who identify similarly? It could be cool and validating to find a community of people who feel the same way. I know for me it was super exciting to find other nonbinary/genderfluid people.

Being touched: Okay, that makes sense. I definitely get not liking to be touched by people, especially people who give weird sensory input.

Ballroom: Oh, damn Paso Doble? I only know the very basics but it's SO different and cool! Respect <3

Lots of love!

#ask #asks #ask cas

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jasperakalucy · 1 year

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hello, gamers, comrades, foes, freaks, losers, gay people, and cowboys,

welcome to the Best Answer Awards of the RTumblr Secret Santa 2022 Google Form!!!

no you don’t win anything and I’m not saying who said what. because this is my award show and I make the rules

Question 1: tumblr username: and the best answer is........... “jasperakalucy”! because I am based

Question 2: are you. interested in this: “no. i am just here to watch. do not give me a gift. i'm just filling out the quiz for fun” someone actually put this and i was so unbelieving that i forced them to join /hj

Question 3: how active are you on rtumblr/are you new (can pick multiple): “I did something of value once and never again. One day I will return and you will all regret forgetting me” mysterious! i love it!

Question 4: what kind of art can you do? (can pick multiple): “i can kill you over and over again in minecraft” that is an art and I’m so proud of you

Question 5: what do you plan on giving as your gift? (elaborate on above question): “Whatever the person desires. I cannot however: Make anybody fall in love, kill somebody, bring somebody back to life. I will most likely write or draw.” damn. poetic honorary mention: “The most important gift: friendship And a piece of carrot”

Question 6: do you have a c!self (can pick multiple): “girl help his face is my fucking pfp his look is straight up just 'onceler’” girl help indeed, why would you ever want to be like the onceler /hj

Question 7: if you answered yes then drop your c!self explanation (image upload at end): “It is literally just me as a rat with no roleplay or lore or anything, I hope this appeases the rumblr tumblrs (/pos)” the rumblr tumblrs joke is funny every time. i still think about the time i called RTgodot rumble tumble gumble

Question 8: what is. your gift prefernece (for your gifter to gift to you) (can pick multiple): a solid 50% of you told me i spelled prefernece wrong. i am still amused by this

9: what is your number 1 preference gift this one’s boring SKIP

10: elaborate on above (give as many details as you want. literally go buckwild) (this will be sent to your gifter): “I don’t have specific preferences I just think rt’s cool:) do whatever your heart commands of you, take artistic liberties, feel the rain on your skin” the person in number 5 and this one are the same brain and i love that for them honorary mentions: “[taps on microphone] magistrex” “Draw whatever you want. Just draw. Draw something. I would like a civet/dog. why isn't my four key working”

11: would you rather post all of this art or send it privately? BORING SKIP

12: STILL BORING

13: AAAAAAAAAA

14: questions comments concerns: “you people seem insane but that's okay, who *isnt* in the RT fandom. I'll draw anything exept from magical john in a maid outfit or a bunny costume. i hate that little freak of nature” the fact that your hatred of magical john came so quickly out of nowhere made me laugh. you’re right, he is a freak of nature honorary mention: “gay gay homosexual gay. can i call you jasper? or aka...i like aka. unless you don't like it.” yes you can call me aka that sounds rad as fuck

(also people were very nice to me in this question and i do appreciate that)

AND FINALLY THE FREE SPACE QUESTION

15: free space. copy and paste the bee movie for all i care: “i have a homophobic slur to say!” I have not stopped thinking about this since it happened. you sound so excited. you never said the slur. you just said you were going to, and then left it. why? i laughed out loud when i read this the first time. what the hell does it mean? is it the f slur? is it a fun new slur you made up? what the fuck! in my memory this had a “:D” next to it, and that’s how i read it in my head. I literally know your username. I’ve never talked to you. what is going on inside your head? i love you. you really have guts. in questions comments concerns you said “do it fart” and only now have i realized that was a question, and not a command, calling me a fart. thank you for giving me such joy and confusion. i will never forget this.

honorary mentions: two different copypastas that reference al-qaeda two different meows (“meow” and “nya”) two different people saying i should not encourage bee movie posting (cowards/lh) one “according to all known laws of aviation,” one secret code from the “schrodingers cat” who ended up dropping (“9 1/13 14/15/20 23/8/15 9 19/1/25 9 1/13”) some screams (“WAAHAHJHKKK EAWERRRRWW WWEEEEEE”) a funny joke (“[insert funny joke.mp4]”) and of course

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#long post #if you have shorten long posts turned off i'm sorry #embrace magistrex #anyway i was bored and made this. enjoy #rtumblr #rtumblr secret santa

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writingmaidenwarrior · 8 months

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Hi! I'm polyam and would love to hear some more about your Rebellious Souls project if you don't mind. Where did you draw inspiration from? How does the society work overall? Is it very common to be asked to live out a past life's path? How close do they have to follow it? What are the repercussions for not?

Hi @arigalefantasynovels, that's a lot of questions. I think @tabswrites and @writernopal like to know this as well

Where did I draw the inspiration from?

This is going to be embarrassing now. The initial idea came because I play Genshin Impact and there those two character are officially roommates but everyone and their mother within the fandom thinks they are a couple because certain remarks lead that way. I have to admit I got a little case of brainrot when it comes to them and went: I want to write a relationship that has this weird hate/love thing going on like them.

That is how the initial thing with Amren and Keir came to life.

Where the idea with the reincarnation came from.... the mysterious ways my brain works. It popped up when I was in bed about to fall asleep and tried to come up with a reason why lovers could suddenly turn against each other in a way that hasn't been done a million times before.

I was still figuring this out, when Màiren sort of waved hello, like: I also live here and make sure the guys behave.

Perks of being a discovery writer.

How does society work overall?

It is pretty structured. Everyone will get education and free healthcare because you don't know who they were in their past life and the government doesn't want to risk loosing the potential reincarnation of a renowned scientist just because they were born into poverty.

The country it takes place (which I still have to name, damn) is lead by the so called counsel. Each counselman gets voted into their position but those elections aren't as free and legally correct as everyone thinks. Once people are over 25, or after they finished their education, whatever happened first, they will get invited to the general informational lecture what to expect when they get invited for the Day of Memories. From that day on they can get the invitation at any given day and get the memories of their past life. Usually, people underwent it by the time they turn 30. If you are with someone, you notify the Ministry of the Mist of the Souls, who handles all things reincarnation, to ensure you and your partner won't get invited within the same time span. This is a safety measure to ensure someone you know is around to help you through it.

A lot within society evolves around reincarnation. Inheritance laws are designed in a way to ensure your reincarnation also gets a potion of it. You can open saving accounts for your reincarnation to ensure future you will survive hard times (something rich folks LOVE to do). Antique and second hand shops live from the nostalgia people feel about their past lives and their attempt to find something that connects them physical with it.

In some way, you can say, it became their substitute for religion.

Is it common to live out a past life's path? How close do they have to follow it? What are the repercussions?

It is not that common and depends and who you were. Most people just got it noted down who they were at the Ministry of the Mist of the Souls to get the perks that might come with it like first buyers right for objects that belonged to them in the previous life at second hand shops or getting access to the savings account but that is basically all that comes with it for most.

Only those who hold special knowledge or skills have to do this. For example, no one would ask you to continue the past life as average Joe when in this reincarnation you are about to become a well versed doctor. But things are different if you are an average person but in your past life you were a great scientist like Einstein. In this case, it is "highly encouraged" to continue the path which often means enforcing the memories to bring all the knowledge once held into this life.

Usually, it is more about career paths, knowledge and skills and not about personality which means, in the end you are still in some way you but also the other you. Special therapist will work with everyone who has to follow the past life's path to make sure they don't lose the sense of who they are.

Those who refuse to follow this are shunned by society, depending on who they are and how useful they could be they could end up in jail to force them to cooperate and do as expected and in rare cases get forced with medicaments to let those memories into their brain.

That's where the dystopic moment sets in. Everything is fine, as long as you play along and play nice. The freedom to be who you are is only a farce because even if you are free to love who you love and to live the way you want, it all can come to end after the Day of Memories once you know who you were in your past life.

#writblr #wynne talks #rebellious souls wip

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sergeantxrogers · 2 years

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Money Power Glory - 3

“Working with the feds now, lovie?”

“Unfortunately. They won’t find out, though.”

“I’d hate it if they did. You’re too pretty to kill.”

James “Bucky” Barnes, New York state’s most infamous organized crime leader since the 1980s. With Bucky weaving through the fingers of local police and the federal government for far too long, they decide to go with plan B: you. Your job? Simple. Relay inside information back to the FBI, slipping through the cracks of Bucky’s fortress of a crime ring as an unknown imposter. The Bureau, however, has no idea you and Bucky are much more acquainted than you let on.

Pairing: Criminal!Bucky Barnes x Informant!Reader

Chapter word count: 3.6k

Chapter warnings: A small dose of fluff, also reader panicking because shit’s about to go down soon

If there was anything in the world you hated more than being woken up, it was being woken up by the sound of your phone ringing.

The incessant trill rang and rang beside your head, pulling you from your slumber with an annoyed groan. Blindly reaching your hand out beside you, you fumbled until your fingers found your phone and pulled it toward your ear. With your eyes still closed, only pressing the answer button through sheer muscle memory alone, you mumbled a groggy hello into the speaker.

“Y/N? Did you just wake up?”

You cringed at the annoying voice on the other end of the line, and pulled your phone back as you squinted at the caller ID.

Unknown caller.

You stretched your free arm over your head as you spoke through a yawn. “Who is this exactly?

“It’s Tony Stark.”

The name clang through your brain, chiming in the corners like an annoying bell going off as you let out a sigh.

“What do you want? It’s Sunday.”

“Yeah, I don’t care,” he said, and you could practically see his shrug against the dark lids of your closed eyes.

“What do you want?” you repeated, and you heard him snort.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist so early. It’s only -” He paused, probably taking a glance at his watch. “- noon.”

You rolled your eyes behind their lids, throwing an arm over your face to cover it from the light pouring in through the window.

“Why are you calling, Tony?”

“Well, first of all, I don’t like your tone. Second of all, Maria told me to.”

“Maria?”

“Yup.”

“What for?”

“We have a new part of the plan we need you to know about.”

Rubbing your eyes with your free hand, you rolled over onto your side as you waited for him to continue.

“We have to get rid of Barnes in Vegas.”

Now that caught your attention. Your eyes shot open, hurting a bit from the sudden light they were exposed to.

“Get rid of him?”

“Yes, Y/N, get rid of him,” Tony repeated, sounding unbelievably exasperated.

“In what way?” you asked, hoping you just sounded curious, rather than as worried as you actually were.

“Kill him, kid. We’re gonna kill him. And we need your help to do it.”

The second the first word left his mouth, you had shot up straight in your bed, throwing your comforter off you in the process. Your brain was running a mile a minute, trying to find a way to talk him out of it before they even began planning.

“Wh- uh, what do you mean? I mean - how - how do you mean to do that?” you stuttered, cursing yourself internally for slipping up.

Thankfully, though, Tony had seemed to read your reaction as something else entirely, and he snickered into the phone.

“Quit soundin’ so scared, it’s not a good look on you.”

You cleared your throat, willing fresh air to pass through and into your lungs as your mind reeled.

“You said,” Tony continued, oblivious to your inner panic, “Barnes invited you to meet with him in Vegas, correct?”

“Y-yeah. Yes,” you stammered.

“Exactly. We have it on record that whenever Barnes goes somewhere across country, or overseas, he brings his best men with him. You’ll serve as our distraction while we get the job done. We get him, and all his higher-ups, and the rest of them will just run away into hiding on their own.”

You focused on steadying your breathing as you listened to Tony’s explanation, and you nodded even though he couldn’t see you.

“We’ll have more details tomorrow, when you come down to the precinct, of course, but that’s the main idea. Sounds good?”

“Yeah, yeah, sounds fine,” you breathed, eyes locked on a random spot on your wall. Tony said something else you didn’t register, and then he hung up.

You sat in your bed, staring at your wall with your phone still against your ear for a few seconds afterwards, your brain malfunctioning. This wasn’t supposed to be part of the plan.

The plan was supposed to be about Fury, and Fury only. That’s what Bucky had said. And now... he was in danger.

The thought popped up in your mind, and in a split second you jumped into action. Scrambling out of bed, you almost fell on your face as you untangled your legs from your sheets, looking around your room for the burner phone Bucky had given you a couple days ago. You spotted it, sitting on your desk, atop a stack of books you had never really gotten around to read. Your bare feet thudded against the floor as you hurried over to it, grabbing it and dialing Bucky’s number with fumbling fingers.

Putting the phone to your ear, the steady ring through the speaker doing little to calm your nerves as you flitted about your room, picking up a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt from your bedroom floor, deciding that they would have to do. You tugged on the clothes, and shortly after, Bucky answered.

“Y/N? Why the hell are you calling me from this number ag-”

“Bucky, you’re in trouble,” you said urgently, and he fell silent.

“What?”

“Tony just called me. He - he said they’re planning on killing you in Vegas,” you breathed quickly, stumbling over your words.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure - how are you not panicking?”

“Well,” Bucky said, and you could almost hear the shrug in the tone of his voice. “It’s not exactly ideal, but it’s nothing we can’t handle. A minor hiccup.”

“... A hiccup?”

“Mhm.”

You sat there for a moment, contemplating his words, and he waited for you to digest them. After a while, you spoke again, your tone a bit calmer than before.

“You expected this, didn’t you?” you asked quietly, and you heard him sigh on the other side.

“I can’t say I didn’t, doll, but like I said - it’s nothing we can’t get past.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “So... you mean to tell me you knew they would probably plan to off you, and instead of informing me about it, you decided to stay quiet? And let me find out from Tony? Of all people? I could’ve so easily just blown my cover - our cover, Bucky. Jesus...”

“Baby, I’m sorry, I know I should’ve prepared you better.”

“Yeah, no kidding.”

“Just come over. I’ll make us lunch and we can talk more about it. Please?”

You chewed your lip, thinking it over for a moment, before slumping your shoulders. “Yeah, sure. Are you at home?”

“I am. You know the drill. I’ll have Steve pick you up.”

“Alright, Buck. See you.”

“Love you,”

“Love you, too.”

After hanging up, and finding a clean pair of socks, albeit mismatched, you were ready to go. You shoved your feet into your sneakers, grabbed your bag and stepped out the door. You locked it behind you, the familiar musty smell of your apartment building’s hallway filling your senses as you walked down the stairs, and followed you all the way until you slammed against the back exit of your building and stumbled out into the alley.

You pulled the burner phone from the pocket of your sweatpants and threw it into the dumpster against the brick wall as you walked past it, before you emerged onto the busy city street that never slept.

Waving down a taxi, you got in and told the driver the street you needed to get to. Not Bucky’s street; never Bucky’s street. It wasn’t like the secluded part of suburbia where he lived could eve be considered a street, but still. It was a risk neither of you were willing to take, content with sticking to the plan you were already comfortable with: take a taxi cab to the same street on the outskirts of the suburbs, and Bucky would send someone he trusted with his life to pick you up. Usually, that was either Loki or Steve.

This time, it was the latter.

The familiar black car rolled up to the curb where the cab had dropped you off. You were leaning against the stop sign as you waited, but bounced off the moment you saw the vehicle. The car pulled to a stop right in front of you, and the small click of the doors unlocking gave you the signal to tug the handle, and you were met with Steve’s bright eyes and big smile.

“Hey, honey,” he greeted you as you plopped yourself into the passenger’s seat, slamming the door shut. You huffed as you turned to him with a frown.

“You’re awfully cheery for someone whose boss is gonna die,” you said skeptically, and Steve shrugged as he drove.

“He’ll get out of it one way or another,” he remarked, keeping his eyes on the road. “It’s Bucky we’re talkin’ about.”

“Yeah...” you said quietly, staring at the trees as you drove further away from the rows of houses and deeper into the wooded area. “It is Bucky.”

A few minutes of silence passed, before Steve nudged your arm with his. You turned to look at him, and he spared you a glance before turning his eyes back to the road.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he said softly, and you sighed.

“I know. It always ends up okay with Bucky,” you said, resting your head back.

“Exactly. Don’t you trust him?”

You glanced at him, and saw worry clouding his features. “I do, Stevie. I’m just... I dunno, worried, I guess. This is a bit more intense than anything we’ve done - I’ve done - before.”

In your peripheral, you saw Steve’s shoulders slump slightly, and he reached his hand out to give yours a reassuring squeeze. Before you knew it, you were pulling up to rich, black, iron gates towering high above you, with security cameras installed into the stone pillars on either side. You had barely pulled to a stop before the gates were opening of their own accord; the head of security, Sam, had probably been expecting you.

Steve rolled into the large driveway at a steady pace, circling the fountain before coming to a halt in front of the doors. Turning the car off and pulling the key out of the ignition, Steve gave you a nod, and you quickly got out of the car. Taking in the view that you never got bored of, Steve slammed his own door shut as you stared up at the abundance of windows and lights littering Bucky’s mansion, the fountain water trickling quietly somewhere behind you.

You let out a deep sigh, already feeling ten times lighter as you squinted against the sunlight reflecting off the windows.

Steve called out for you, and you were pulled from your calm stupor as you followed him to the front door. He rang the buzzer, your foot tapping against the marble tiles of the entrance impatiently, and the two of you waited until you heard a click, and then another click, and a third one, and then the mahogany door was pulled open.

Your face broke out into a wide smile when you were met with Bucky’s happy eyes and strong arms that were pulling you into a hug. He held you tight, burying his face into the crook of your neck, and you were so caught up in the whispers he was leaving against your skin that you had barely noticed Steve squeezing through the doorway past you.

“I missed you,” you muttered, and he laughed.

“You saw me two days ago.”

“Yeah, and? That’s two whole days without you,” you countered, and he nodded in compliance as he pulled away.

“Yeah, yeah, alright. Clingy piece of shit,” he mumbled, and then chuckled when you smacked his forearm.

You walked with him through the marbled foyer, going left through the double doors leading to his dining room, and then further, to his kitchen. You treaded along, down the familiar halls and into familiar rooms, used to the decadent vases, paintings and chandeliers scattered through Bucky’s mansion. The first time he had allowed you to come over, you were pretty sure you had caught a fly or two from how much your jaw was on the floor the entire time.

Taking a seat on one of the stool chairs at the kitchen island, Bucky slid around to the other side, grabbing his apron from its spot and tugging it on around his neck. You raised a brow as he tied it behind his back with a smirk, and you rolled your eyes.

“World’s sexiest chef?” you read the apron, your tone dripping in sarcasm.

“Yep,” Bucky said, popping the p. “What, you don’t agree? It was a Christmas gift from Nat.”

“Of course it was.”

You smiled to yourself at the mention of the redhead, definitely seeing her buying the apron with a mischievous grin on her painted lips.

“Where is she, anyways?” you asked.

Bucky threw you a glance as he pulled out a pot, and then moved to the fridge. “She’s back at the pub. Said something about meeting with new buyers.”

“Ah.”

You watched him with your chin rested in the palm of your hand, as he worked in the kitchen, slipping and sliding from cabinet to cabinet, from stovetop to sink, admiring the muscles in his back when he was turned away from you as he chopped.

“If you take a picture it’ll last longer,” he called out, and you flushed, getting caught red-handed.

“I can’t help it,” you confessed. Sliding down from your stool, you circled around the island and reached him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You placed a soft kiss to his back, right between his shoulder blades, and you felt him take in a deep breath. “You’re just so pretty to look at.”

Bucky hummed, the sound vibrating against your body, and you rested your head on his back. Inhaling his comforting scent of tobacco and vanilla, you felt your stress melt away as Bucky’s presence washed over you.

“You almost finished? I’m hungry,” you said, words muffled by his sweater, and Bucky let out a little laugh that had your arms shaking with the movement.

“Yes, doll, I’m almost done. Go sit down, I got you.”

You did as he said, waiting patiently for him to bring you your plate, watching him pull his apron over his head and throw it onto the kitchen counter.

He turned, carrying two plates toward you, setting one down in front of you and the other next to you.

“Pasta?” you asked happily as you took in the delicious smell.

“Of course. I know what my babe likes,” Bucky mumbled, placing a kiss to your shoulder as he walked around you. “Careful, it’s hot.”

He took his seat beside you, and you shot him a grateful smile before you began eating. A few minutes passed in silence as the two of you ate, Bucky occasionally nudging your knee with his, and you nudging him back.

“Buck?” you finally said, and he hummed, glancing up at you from his plate.

“What’s wrong?”

“Well - the food is fine, if that’s what you’re worried about,” you clarified, and he nodded.

“So what is it?”

You fell silent, pushing around the remains of food on your plate and avoiding his eyes. You heard his fork clatter, and soon after his fingers found your chin, lifting your head to look at him.

“Is this about what that fed told you?”

You sighed, shoulders slumping, and opened your mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Averting your eyes, your heard Bucky click his tongue in disapproval, and he watched your eyes begin to water. It wasn’t often you were this sensitive; in fact, you almost never were. But this was a whole different story, a completely different threat on his life, and you couldn’t just look at it like a game anymore.

“Baby, no, please,” Bucky whispered, tugging you off your chair and into his arms, wrapping them around you heavily as you stood between his spread legs. The first tear fell and you wiped it from your cheek furiously, angry with yourself for seeming so weak.

“Sweetheart, there’s no need for you to get so upset,” Bucky said earnestly, bringing his hands up to cup your cheeks. Your tears spilled over his thumbs as he held your face, and you pouted, furrowing your brow.

“I’m - I’m sorry, Buck,” you stammered, wrapping your fingers around his wrists. He gave you a worried look, shaking his head slightly as if he didn’t understand.

“Whatever for, my love?”

You tried shrugging it off, sniffling quietly, but Bucky’s intense gaze burning into you had you giving in to him. “I just... don’t want you to think I’m... too weak, or not up for the job or something.”

Bucky exhaled deeply, and you would’ve lowered your head in embarrassment if it wasn’t for his firm grip on your cheeks.

“It’s alright for you to be worried, and upset. Scared, even,” he said softly, keeping his eye contact with you the entire time. “I know I’d be. I don’t blame you, and I definitely don’t think you’re not competent enough to do this. In a crowd of a million people, I’d still choose you for this because I love you, and I trust you, and I know you won’t fail me.”

You sniffled again as you listened to him, seeing nothing but honesty in his eyes.

“But baby, you can’t keep burdening yourself with this stress you carry around all the time,” he continued, and you closed your eyes. “It’s not good for you. You gotta realize that there are some things you just have to leave up to me. Alright?”

You took in a deep breath, letting his words sink in, before nodding.

“Okay,” you said, a bit stuffy but your eyes and cheeks were drier now.

“Okay,” Bucky repeated, and pulled you into another firm hug, rubbing your back slightly.

He held you until your heartbeat slowed back down to normal, and then even longer after that.

“I had a feeling it would come to this,” he finally said, mumbling the words softly against your shoulder, as if afraid to send you spiraling again. “I just decided not telling you would be better than stressing you out over it. I hadn’t realized it would make you so unprepared. I’m sorry.”

You pulled away from him, shaking your head. “Don’t be. It’s fine, I get it.”

Bucky gave you a sad smile, and you dropped your head to place a short kiss on his lips, fingers playing with his hair as you did so. Pulling away, a giggle left your lips when you saw him leaning forward for more. You were just about to press another sweet kiss to his lips when you were interrupted by the ring of a phone. Your phone.

Stepping out of Bucky’s arms, you carried a slight frown as you rummaged through your bag, finally grabbing ahold of your phone.

Chief Rhodes.

Your eyes widened a bit and you turned the screen to Bucky with a panicked look.

“What- what do I do?”

“Answer it,” he said calmly, and you let out a breath.

Bucky gripped your wrist before you pressed the green button, and you looked at him.

“Put him on speaker.”

You nodded, and pressed a finger to your lips as you answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N. Hope I’m not calling at an off time,” Rhodey’s voice slipped through the speaker, and you cleared your throat as you glanced to Bucky.

“Nope, I’m not doing anything right now. Why, what’s up?”

Rhodey sighed on the other end. “I heard Agent Stark gave you a call earlier today.”

“Tony? Yeah, something - something about a new part of the plan.”

“So, you know the gist of it. That’s great. But that’s not why I’m calling.”

You gave your phone a confused look, and then Bucky, then turned back to the screen.

“Then why are you calling?”

“Well...”

He paused for a moment.

“You see, I think it’s great the FBI has their plan already thought out and all...”

“But?”

“But, I feel like they’re not really giving you any specific instructions on... how to do what you’re supposed to do.”

You tilted your head. “And you have specific instructions for me, I’m guessing?”

“Y/N, I need - we need - you to get under his skin. Really get in deeper with him and his whole crew. Maybe even... I don’t know, flirt with him?”

You bit your lips to keep down the laugh that bubbled in your throat. “Rhodey, you want me to seduce James Barnes?”

“Pretty much, yes,” he replied as Bucky wiggled his eyebrows at you, and you pushed his face away with your hand.

“I guess I could try,” you feigned as you watched Bucky’s smirk grow. “But I don’t know if I can make any promises.”

“Good. He is only a man, after all. I’m speaking from personal experience when I say a woman can blind us and pull the rug out right from under our feet before we even realize. Keep him distracted while we play this out, it’ll go in our favors.”

You gave him a sigh. “Alright, Rhodey. I said I’ll see.”

“Great. I’ll see you tomorrow, 10 o’clock, right?”

“Right. Bye-bye.”

You didn’t wait for him to say goodbye back before you hung up and groaned loudly.

“Seduce you? Who am I, Aphrodite?”

Bucky chuckled and pulled you into his arms again. “I dunno about that, but I do know you’re a goddess to me.”

You rolled your eyes, downplaying the blush creeping up your neck and teasing your cheeks.

“But,” Bucky said, all of a sudden growing serious. “I know what we have to do now.”

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scorpionwins · 2 years

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hi, I just wanted to ask something. This has been bugging me for a while, but how come you're not as mad as Archie as you are at Betty? it takes TWO people to kiss...

Why hello!! I'm more than happy to rant about this because it's been on my BRAIN, just sitting there, so thanks for giving me an opportunity :D

So, I'm going to assume you're asking why I don't hold Betty and Archie to the same standard when it comes to bringing up the b*ghead break up/the infamous double judas kiss that started it all. To be as frank as possible; It's very much favoritism. But the justified kind, so lower your pitchforks.

Just by a quick scroll to my blog, I think it's unmistakably evident I like Archie over Betty; Like a red dot in a white room. You can't miss it. It's there. And as third party viewers, our individual feelings, opinion, and attachments we form towards these characters motivate the moral standards we set for them.

Take a generous majority of Betty stans, for example; Despite being united by the same romantic relationship in the show, they have a direct connection in strongly disliking the male half of said relationship; Jughead.

Betty is very much the golden child of B*gheads, so I figured it was fair game. Arguably, you can say some of them maintain some objectivism, but not enough for me to consider it valuable.

Now, am I saying Archie's a perfect angel who could do no wrong? That because he's the fandom's ' haha, big himbo Boi golden retriever stupid wholesome jock' means all guilt and responsibility should be absorbed from his part? No! Absolutely not.

I don't think there's anyone in this fandom who hates the " Archie is a perfect angel and our annoying but beloved protagonist " narrative more than I do;

Fuck. No. Archie is a violent, careless, emotionally inept douchebag, who wouldn't know what a non-dysfunctional relationship was if it spit in his eye. But here's a thing, Archie isn't the protagonist; He's the antagonist.

Arguably speaking, Archie's the most morally ambiguous/morally grey character on the show, in my opinion. Not because he struggles with separating dark from light, but because he chooses both.

I can't really look at a kiss and all that other shit he's done and be like ' oh YEA, kissing was definetly worse!' the same logic can apply to Betty, but here's ANOTHER thing; Archie didn't owe Jughead loyalty.

Archie wasn't his boyfriend; Archie wasn't the one promising he won't do it again; Archie wasn't the one who went behind his back. He's the mistress in this scenario, and mistresses aren't morally indebted to anyone.

Betty was. She was Jughead's girlfriend. She was the one who sang " you're the only man for me" and yet does the opposite, on quite clear multiple times. (There's accounts of consecutive emotional cheating as well) and she's the one who's actions hurt Jughead the most because SHE was dating him.

Hell, Archie and Jughead were barely even friends; I'll even argue to say a constant theme in the show is the constant construction and reconstruction of Jarchie's friendship. How they fail to be friends but still choose eachother, over and over again, because they're held together by memories and nostalgia.

Of course I can't hold the same bitterness for Archie when his involvement and presence in Jughead's life doesn't hold the same impact as Betty's. Archie never promised him anything. Betty did.

At best, Archie owes Jughead an apology, but his real target of compensation should be his actual partner. Veronica. Archie owes her remorse.

I'll even go ahead and say it - the varchie break up hurt more because their relationship was build on actual meaningful, mature grounds.

b*ughead is a middle schooler's relationship goals. Which is to be expected because they were 16, teenagers, yet! Archie and Veronica happen to be characters with more experience in romance, both by direct and indirect contact. (From multiple partners to their own parents separating respectively)

I don't necessarily like comparing emotional damage; I do my best not to cherry pick. However, I don't think I owe cheaters the courtesy of fair thinking.

There's no good reason to cheat. It's a destructive, cruel, abusive act of disrespect towards your partner, and I'm not at all moved by Betty's performative remorse, especially because she clearly doesn't feel it as much as the fandom pushes it.

But I'll say it once and I'll say it for as long as I can; If anti Barchies dislike barchie because they like Betty, I dislike b*ghead because I love Jughead.

#i hope this doesn't come across as ' if your partner cheats on you with your friend - just forgive the friend'#like no obviously. they're BOTH culpable but there's a different standard for them from an emotional standpoint #riverdale #riverdale negativity #kinda #anti betty cooper #anti bughead #jughead jones #meta #archie andrews #veronica lodge #asks #i'd also go as far as to say i'm easier on archie bc he takes actual accountability for what he's done #he's not betty - he can't wear apathy disguised as remorse so he just doesn't find excuses for himself #when jughead confronts him (if you can even call it that) he doesn’t defend himself; he doesn’t expect jughead to just forget this happened #he especially doesn’t expect their relationship to ever be the same after. but like i mentioned -#archie and jughead have different maturity levels when it comes to relationships. betty is Jughead's first girlfriend #and of course he holds a strong attachment to her. in his mind he and betty will stay together forever #and re write their dark destinies with the power of love. archie - who had multiple partners with very different and distinct personalities #knows that's very much not the case. there's a certain realism archie has when it comes to romantic relationships that jughead #doesn't possess until later sessons

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bi-demon-ium · 1 year

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MBS S2 EP5 LIVEBLOG

going insane. also love that this season is road trip season

“we gotta think like europeans if we’re gonna track Europeans” LFKJGDLKFJG I SIMPLIFIED IT FOR YOU

MARTINA!!!!!!!!!!!! MY GIRL!!!!!!!! MARTINA MARTINA MARTINA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and she isn’t captain :((

oh you deserve better

THE COMICALLY LONG PHONE LINE LDKFJGDFGHHFGH

wow martina is so cool

wait why does constance have a doll that is beyond creepy

yeah throwing it is the understandable reaction

DR GARRISON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WOW WE’RE JUST GETTING TREATED HUH

NOW WHERE’S SQ

I mean we kinda figured but still

her “Hello Constance” was so menacing what the fuck

ANYWAY THEME YES YES YES YES YES

rhonda looks gorgeous as always<3 I love her

also gayfear.png we already know rhondas going off on her own if they make this a thing with miss perumal and milligan im .

ohhh I bet rhondas going to find dr garrison and constance

TRENTONIUM DLKFGJ

like trenton lee stewart 😩

shes gonna find dr garrison isn’t she

“one never splits the party voluntarily”

“unfortunately that icant do”

YOU DON’T LIKE HER? SHE HAS THE OPTIMAL FACIAL PROPORTIONS LKDFJGLDKJLKFGHJFGH DR GARRISON

SHE IS OPTIMAL TO STUFF DOWN YOUR WINDPIPE DEATH WILL BE SWIFT

PLEASE I ADORE THEM BOTH

DR GARRISON YOU WEIRD LITTLE MAN

and just shoving it off the bed

also lmao he DID just blame her

she knows about the side effects

oh she really is going full mad scientist huh

wow shes going full nutjob huh

ohhh this is bad actually

I mean good (fun) but bad (terrifying)

ghost in the windmill, the dancer in the dark

I NEED TO SOLVE THE PROBLEM

oh shes. scary. shes scary

I love constance

ohhh the brains—YEAH

FUCK

no more embarrassing trace memories? uh oh

garrison: I HAVE ETHICS UNLIKE THAT BITCH!

also garrison: I will mind wipe the child

LDKFJGLKDFJGLKFDJG NUMBER TWO KICKING IN THE DOOR

also number two and curtain one on one interaction uh oh

and number two’s WORSD I love her

IVE TRIED AND SUCCEEDED TO BE CIVIL MAAM

curtain believes that I think, in some way, that he’s relieved him of the constant grip of depression and “angst”

number two I love you but this is not going to work

what are you going to do stuff the mandarin down his throat

SHES SO FUNNY

HER AND CONSTANCE HANDSHAKE EMOJI

also love that hes trying to manipulation salad her

I hate him

“im not hungry” oh really

STOP TRYING TO HYPNOTIZE HER

that’s what mr benedict said darling.

also her obstinate tone

“you are carrying a great deal of pain, aren’t you?” oh… oh,, and her reaction, im going to kill someoen

LOST YEARS?? im going to kill CURTAIN

“his service” “his organization” fuck you

I hate you curtain so much I hate you

CHANGED IT TO A STUPID PUN

“nicholas” fuck im going to kill you

I hate curtain so much

NARCOLEPSY MENTION. FINALLY

and curtain wont even acknowledge that part

of course he’ll choose to stay when he’s whammied that isn’t a good or fair option

DKKJLFGLKGFJ SHE JUST TAKES THE PLATE WITH HER

I ADORE HER

commercial break.

I am terrified.

bro im sooo terrified

vibrating with anxiety

ohhhh we’re back ahahhahaahahaha I am Shaking

ldgkhjgh the kids just. walking sadly

think this is the bit where reynie screams

“Terrible roommate. good friend”

DLFKGJDLFKGJ MARTINA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I ADORE HER

also want to see her interact with the other kids

“CURTAIN CANT SOTP KIDNAPPING” DLKFGJDFGJ

“I cant believe I once looked up to that man”

ohhh :/ so the institute transcripts are worthless

“but none of that matters anymore. I have a mission”

A LEADER LKJGKLFJHFGH

OKAY MARTINA<3

“doesn’t your team need this gear?” “yeah probably”

IF THEY CANT APPRECIATE WHAT I BRING MAYBE THEY DON’T GET A VAN

oh no. oh no. the kids. hes using a kid. that’s bad

oh god that’s bad

“a joyful lens” uh oh

UH OH THIS IS BAD THIS IS BAD

USING A KID? AGAIN? OH FUCK

FUCK

oit cant be the only way but it’s gotta be important

oh so the cult members can infect each other? terrifying

no one will be left out of this family….. ohh…….

oh presenting him with the clothes that’s .. ominiosu considering the promo pic with mr b in the clothes

yeah of course he’s sanguine! he’s been whammied! that’s pretty clear!

oncde again only curtain calling him nicholas :/

it is weird that he’s claiming to be undercover though is he totally whammied or not

oh curtain sort of . forcing him to stay

“AN ENDLESS CHASM OF SHEER TERROR.” “OR A VOID. UTTER NOTHINGNESS.” “OHH”

I continue adore jackson and jillson

OH NO

OH NO THEY WERE COMPLAINING OF A STIFF NECK AND MARLON JUST CROOKED HIS NECK

the water polo team glaring at constance lol

“we were underfunded”

they’re so bitchy I love it

shes so funny

CONSTANCE IS ALSO SO FUNNY

hello constance its so nice to have you back

terrifying

martina youre such a bitch (affectionate)

that’s such an obvious thing to miss???? did you even look

they’re just full on tracks did you even fucking look ldgkjldkjlkfgjhh I love you all

sticky youre so funny

also I love martina

im so scared during this commercial break<3

RHONDA… OH I LOVE YOU

RHONDA I ADORE YOU SO MUCH I LOVE THIS LOOK WOW

i love all her looks though to be fair

CHEMIST. having a baby

rhonda did you just got some new dad fired oh no lkgdjhfgh

and specifically saying a chemist just gets me

MACHINE GRAVE

oh shes not doing it

to be fair I don’t know if she can do it on command last time it was kind of stressful

wow that worked surprisingly well just throwing a helmet at it I love her

wow garrison looks even more crazy evil mad scientist now

the old fashinoned way? terrifying

ooh the subtle theme song

lkfgjfg kate and her spyglass<3

until we proverbially find her lfkgjfgkhfgh

sticky & martina keep agreeing ,

reynie keeps thinking of things right at the right time. reynie ex machina

LKDFJGLKDFJGKDJFG SHES USING THE FUCKING. I FORGET WHAT THEY’RE CALLED. THE CARDS

YOU FEMALE CHILD

GARRISON IS LOSING IT HUH

weird parallel to curtain’s brainwashing kid

except shes going to break dr garrison

AND NOW SHES THE ONE GOING [OBVIOUSLY NOT FINE] I AM FINE

oh shes legit literally about to cry and/or scream

ohhh this is the reynie screaming scene I just know it

or soon

ohhh fuck

bunker! bunker! bunker!

or cellar

ah kate’s turn to find it <33

if they just burst in along with rhonda thatd be very funny I want rhonda, all the kids, martina, constance, and dr garrison to have a huge spiderman point session

martina DFILKJDGJFG “KATE PICK THE LOCK” GIRL SHES ALREADY DOING THAT I LOVE YOU

oh no miss perumal and milligan alone scene please don’t make this a thing

DEEPIKA? FIRST NAME FOR MISS PERUMAL? FIRST NAME FOR MISS PERUMAL?

I don’t love how we got it but

ALSO OH NO THEY’VE BEEN GOT

sensory issues lmao its soft “its soft!”

I know it’s the brainwashing but autism<3

you don’t have his ear. he has you.

im going to cry.

“YOU DON’T HAVE TO LEAVE YOUR BROTHER. HE’S COMING WITHUS”

nfiugdmrmtliKLJFKG NUBMER TWO YOURE GOING TO FUCKING KIDNAP IHM?

I LOVE HO SO MUCH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IM LITERALLY GOING TO CRY THIS IS SO GOOD

AND THIS EXTREMELY BLOOD METAPHOR AND HIS EXPRESSION THIS IS SO FUNNY

but you will be together

“well that part, I like” ohhhhhhh

UH OH WE WERE RIGH TTHERE’S MARLON! FROZEN! FUCK

IS THAT DR GARRISON JUST SOBBING FLKGJFHJFGHFGH

THIS IS SO FUNNY

I LOVE HER SO MUCH CONSTANCE IS MY FAVORITE PERSON IN THE WORL

DR GARRISON JUST HEADDESKING

CONSTANCE HURT HER

[dr garrison visibly crying] I MA PERFECTLY FINE

maam youre fully having a breakdown

uh oh! Brainsweeper for all of them!

WAIT NO NO YOU CANT END THERE

I mean I assume rhonda will show up but

FUCK

FUCK FUCK FUCK

#mbs spoilers #mbs liveblog #FUCK #mbs disney #the mysterious benedict society #mbs #tmbs

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The Forgotten Triplet

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!SiblingReader

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!MaximoffReader

Upon agreeing to Hydra's experiments, Wanda and Pietro had made a deal for their triplet— Y/N's, safety. Y/N didn't want any of it, so if the two of them at least agreed she'd be left out of it. That was eight years ago and they all but forgot about their deal... actually more like they forgot about Y/N

Wanda's POV

I'm alone, I've lost 'everyone.' One day I'm in Hydra's box, then next I'm with a robot created by STARK that was set on destroying him. Pietro and I were set on the same goal. In the end, Ultron was far more interested in ending humanity and so we 'twins' had to jump to the other team. Now I'm in a compound with people that only see me as the monster that brought forth their darkest dreams and or memories. Steve's trying to make me feel welcome but I still feel alone.

Y/N's POV

I woke up in a plastic box, weird! I fell asleep in my bed, snuggled up to my cat, and now I'm here. Well I guess I'm as good as dead, yay me. As I look around I see some symbols.. Hydra. The stupid organization my fellow triplets signed themselves up for and completely abandoned me for. They were always more in sync, treating me like an extension and not like a part of the unit. I know they love me, but clearly not enough to leave me out of their affairs ... or to reach out and tell me they do. Well whatever this is I know I'm in for quite the day. Oh, just what I'm waiting for, creepy men in tactical gear.

"Greetings Y/N. Welcome to your new home." guy #1 barks out

"How's the rent?" I snark back

"Quiet! Only speak when instructed. As we were saying your siblings went rogue, so now we get you in replacement." guy #2 instructs

"Oh goodie. So I heard my brother's like super fast, and my sisters got some wiggly woos, and brain control powers. What do I get?" I reply against instruction

"A beating!" guy #1 commands back with a smirk.

Tony's POV

"Sir, incoming video message from an unknown source. It seems to be issued to the Maximoff's" Friday announces.

"Thank you Friday, call a meeting together please." I reply

What could this Maximoff girl have brought our way now...?

"Hello, it seems a video's been sent to us, but it's intended for 'The Maximoff's.' For everyone's safety I've chosen to bring everyone here to watch it. Friday, open the file"

Wanda's POV

As the video starts I have my head down wondering what it's about, then I hear her.

"Any last words?" The guard asks her as she sits tied up to a chair.

"Ooh, and here I was thinking it was a last meal. I guess, my last words would be, F*ck you very much." she replies as he connects his fist to her face then turns to the camera

"Well Maximoff's, looks like the deals off. You never should've gone rogue."

"Wanda! Pietro! It's okay, I love you, I'm not mad anymore. Just continue on like you have the last eight years..." she says before being cut off with a punch to knock her out.

"Looks like you were so caught up in your own noise you forgot about your precious sister. Bye, bye."

I hear nothing anyone says. All I feel is pain. She's right, we forgot her. Blinded by our need to avenge our parents we forgot to protect her, to check on her. To even consider how going rogue could harm her. She's the best of us and now she's paying for our mistakes. They also have her believing Pietro's still alive.

"Please help" I say as I seemingly pass out.

Nat's POV

I still feel so angry at Wanda for what she did to me with her mind games. I can also sympathize with all the loss, heartbreak, and the guilt of betraying a sibling.

"Tony tell me you've tracked the video back to the sender!" I yell out

"Why would I? So I can bring another person on board that hates me?" he retorts back

"This girl is innocent Tony, and you know that. You're also aware that you're not guilty for what happened to their parents. Wanda knows that now, and this girl won't even care in the end if we keep her from death." I scream back while Wanda's still passed out on my shoulder.

"Fine, I'll get the location, but it's your problem, I'm not going."

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Steve, Sam, Wanda, Bruce and I load onto a quinjet. Something about the mystery triplet just pulled me in. She's really pretty, the Maximoff's have an incredible genetic makeup. I think what really pulled me in was that she's not the kind to back down. She was witty, and fought back. I just hope she's alive, I hope she's strong enough for this part.

Y/N's POV

I'm not feeling that great. I've slipped in and out of consciousness quite a few times. I have like hardly any faith that I'm going to survive and now I'm feeling bad for any additional guilt I put on them calling them out for ghosting me. At least I got an I love you in.

Wanda's POV

We just landed and I'm trying my hardest to connect to her mind. She's too weak to hold a connection, but I hope she heard me say "I love you"

"Natasha, first floor's clear." Steve says into the comms

"Second floor it too" I say into mine

"Well I got quite the crowd on the third, back up needed." Natasha states

I sprint my way to her and before Steve's there to help I throw them up and then back down, knocking them out.

"Let's go" I usher out and head to the back in hopes to find Y/N. I blow every door open and NOTHING

"Wanda, over here!" Nat yells

Nat's POV

I found her, she's in rough shape, but there's a definite pulse. As I'm untying her she gasps at the pain of her arms being released. Then she opens her eyes, and at first her gaze seems scared. Then her eyes soften as I assume she realizes I'm here to help.

"Pretty" she says to me before passing back out.

I chuckle to myself, then I scoop her into my arms as Wanda runs up.

"Keep the path clear, we need to hurry!" I say to the shocked Sokovian

She immediately runs ahead as I run behind with her sister who's barely clinging to life.

Y/N's POV

I woke up connected to wires, this game of traveling in my sleep is becoming exhausting. I went from being snuggled up to my cat, to being in a plastic box, to a pretty woman's arm and now I guess I am in a fancy hospital. As I get a grip of my senses I feel a hand in mine. As I go to move my hand away her grip tightens and her head shoots up.

"Y/N?" Wanda questions

"Where am I? Why are you here? Why isn't Pietro? Where's the pretty woman who I think saved me?"

"Uh... You're at the Avengers tower. I'm here because I never in my life would leave you to die... Pietro, well, when we went rogue a lot happened, and he sacrificed himself to save someone else. The pretty woman, Natasha, is giving a mission debrief to her boss." she shakily replies

I grip onto her hand tighter. That was a lot of information, but I also asked for all of it.

"Is she single?" I get out trying to lighten the mood and ignore the pain I'm feeling on all levels.

"I think so..." she chuckles out sadly

"Y/N, I'm so sorry. We were stupid to trust you'd be safe. Your safety was promised, so we stupidly moved on like that was all that mattered. We stopped being your sibling, we treated you like a chore. Blinded by our grief, a grief you shared, we failed you and in the end left you worse off. I hope you can forgive us, well - me." she stutters out

"It's okay, well it's not, but it will be. You and your team saved me. I also know that even with the ghosting, you NEVER would've just let this happen to me. You guys reacted to the grief your way, I chose to be sad and mope. You guys got angry and tried to take action. There's no one way to grieve, I think my way was safer, but now I'm in this bed so I guess not." I end with a laugh

Wanda's POV

There she goes, always trying to make everyone else feel better. Even when she's the one who's been harmed. She's always been the rational one, which is partially why we sent her "away" to "safety."

"Y/n/n. Stop! You're allowed to be mad. You don't have to make me feel better. You're here because of me. Don't try to rationalize our behavior." I shout out

"No! I'm here because a group of manipulative shits took advantage of your guys grief. You didn't tie me to a chair and beat me. I also know you woudn't go rogue without a reason. I will NOT be mad at you because you want me to be. I love you, and I forgive you." she replies with force

"Well, I don't forgive me" I reply pulling my hand away, and running out in tears

"Well I do!" she shouts at me as I run out

Nat's POV

I just finished my debrief with Fury, and I see Wanda run out of the medbay in tears. That alarms me so I do the opposite and run straight there. As I walk in I'm met with the sight of Y/N sobbing. Seeing her crying this way hurts me, and I can't figure out why.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"What isn't?" she chuckles out while trying to wipe away her tears

"Right, bad question. How can I help?"

"It's okay, you don't have to do anything.. I'm sure you're pretty busy, don't need to waste your time on me." she tries to reassure me

"Why would I leave such a pretty girl to cry alone when I could stay and offer her my shoulder?" I ask with a smirk

Her cheeks immediately darken and she gives me the most beautiful smile in return

"T-thank you...? Um, I really don't want to keep you from anything important." she stutters out

"I'm right where I want to be. Your comfort is quite important. So come on, let me be here for you. In whatever way you need." I reply while giving her a quick look up and down, then I grab her hand and give it a slight squeeze.

Y/N's POV

I'm crazy right? No way she's actually flirting with me. Well, either way, she's making me feel so much better by just being here.

"Your presence is helping astronomically, Ms. Romanoff"

"Natasha!" she cringes

"Tasha it is."

"I'll let it slide... for now" she chuckles out

After a few minutes of comfortable silence I realize she never let go of my hand. I squeeze her hand to grab her attention then we lock eyes.

"Thank you"

"For what?" she questions

"Saving me"

"It was nothing! It's my job" she replies with a slight smile

Oh, it's just an obligatory thing, either way I'm grateful. I roll over and gently take my hand back, and I can almost see her gaze sadden.

"Well thank you for this too, just sitting here with me. I really appreciate it, not really in the mood to be alone. Wanda just kinda took off."

"Hey, no need to thank me. You shouldn't be alone after everything that's happened. I also enjoy your company. It's a calming aura that you give off. Can I ask you why Wanda ran off?" she gently asks

"Um. I forgave her, and she doesn't forgive herself. Even though they ghosted me, I know all they ever wanted was my safety. So even if I'm mad, I have to forgive her. Let her know I'm here, so she doesn't feel like she has nobody. Now that I heard about Pietro, I have to double down on that. We're triplets, but those two always had the telepathy. I was more like their baby sister even if they're only ten and five minutes older. She's broken and I HAVE to be the one to hold her when she falls." I assert

Nat's POV

She's so strong, but I can see how much she's hurting. I know what it's like to have to hold it all in, to be the one who has to hold everyone else up. I just want to be the one who holds her up.

"What about you?" I ask

"huh?"

"Who holds you when you fall? Why can't you hold onto your anger?"

"Well, I guess nobody? My kitty baby does a good job at cuddling me when I cry." she sighs out

"Scoot over" I command

She just stares at me confused but she does it. I gently climb in next to her and open my arms to her. She doesn't hesitate to crawl into my embrace and within the minute she's quietly sobbing.

"Shh... I got you kotenek. Let it all out! I'm not going to leave. You're safe here" I whisper into her ear

I notice she's asleep and can't help but to feel so warm inside. She trusted me enough to fall asleep. Before drifting off myself I text Steve a sleepy message

*Your address, Operation meow-meow extraction*

Wanda's POV

I feel so bad, Y/N's only in this position because Pietro and I just needed revenge. Now Pietro's gone, I live in a tower owned by the Stark's, and my sister's hurt and I'm left to deal with it all on my own. I feel so guilty for his death. If I just could've protected him then he'd be here. To hold me up so we could be there for Y/N she's always had to be the glue.

She's the one who helped me when the bombs went off and I was crying. She tried to tell us:

"Mama and Papa would want us to live better lives. Not go after people for revenge. They wouldn't want us to hold onto this hate in our hearts."

The reason we sent her to her false safety was because she was too pure. Always ready to approach situations with love and compassion. So busy trying to save us and we just threw her away. Deep down we knew she was right, but we were too angry to listen. Had we just listened who knows where we'd be. Probably all alive, and living happy, simple lives.

Oh God, now I left her again. She's trying to love me and I feel so undeserving so I left her alone.

"Hey kid, you okay?" Steve asks in my doorway

"Totally. I got my brother killed and my sisters critically injured because of us." I coldly reply

"Listen, you're not free from fault here, but I know you never intended for this to happen this way. Pietro died because he sacrificed himself for a child, and Clint. He died a hero, and was killed by a monster. You're not guilty one bit there. As for your sister, I don't know the whole story, but in the end all you can do is apologize and be there when she's ready." Steve says trying to comfort me

"She already forgave me.. I don't deserve it though. So now I'm in here, hiding."

"Only she can decide if you deserve it. Forgive yourself and go see her. You need each other."

*Ping* "Uh, I got to go. See you later kid. Go see her soon" he says as he heads out

I sit in my room trying to compose myself. I put on Pietro's hoodie and make my way back to the medbay. As I walk in I'm shocked to see Y/N curled into the arms of Natasha, the scary assassin. They both look so peaceful, as if they both needed this. I decide to retreat to the kitchen to make dinner for us. I make our mom's famous paprikash and go back to find Nat's awake and staring down at my sister with a loving, soft gaze. Then she looks at me and her gaze slightly hardens.

"Hey. I made us dinner" I pipe up

She says nothing and just nods. She started to gently shake Y/N awake.

"Hey, дорогой(darling), wake up." Nat gently says to her

She groans and shoves her face into Nat's neck.

"Y/N, your sister brought us dinner." she laughs out

"Paprikash" I quietly interject

With that knowledge Y/N's eyes open, and she tries to sit up quickly but she's cries out in pain.

"Slow down love. We can move the bed up for you." Nat assures her.

"Here, I made it because it was your favorite. It's my peace offering." I get out as she's now sitting.

"Wands, I told you we're fine. Let's eat." She says like she hasn't eaten in days. Which now that I think about it, it's probably the truth

"Thank you" They both say after the first bite.

"Of course." I say with a smile

Nat's POV

I'm happy to see Y/N and Wanda together. It's a good first step to healing. Y/N's eating so quickly and I realize she's probably starving.

*Ping* my phone goes off

*Meow-meow's secured and we also collected some clothes for her as well. We're downstairs*-Steve

With that I excuse myself.

"Hey, you still hungry? I can get you seconds, or make you something else." I ask Y/N

"Oh, I can do it!" Wanda says

"No, no! I have to go grab something anyways. You guys can have a moment alone." I reply swiftly

"If you don't mind another bowl would be nice. Thank you, Natty!" she replies and I leave with her bowl before my cheeks give me away.

Time to get the kitty into the medbay!

Y/N's POV

Wanda's giving me a funny look.

"It's rude to stare" I say while grabbing her bowl and stealing a bit causing her to giggle

"You like her..." she says like it's not as obvious as it is

"Yep! She's lovely"

"Well maybe to you. Most people fear her, but she's different with you. She's gentle. It's nice to see"

"Really? She's like a fluffy and pretty teddy bear. Are you saying she just pities me?" I question sadly

"No! Not at all. I just think she trusts you enough to not be cold to you. She kinda hates me because of my mind games." Wanda replies sadly

"She doesn't, she just has to protect herself. I can see she carries a lot of weight on her shoulders. It's hard to be vulnerable when it feels like the weight of the worlds on your shoulders. Just apologize, and I know she'll forgive you." I try to reassure her

Nat's POV

I choose to give them like fifteen minutes before I go back. I also am enjoying these kitten cuddles. I fill up the bowl, but before I go I'm stopped.

"Romanoff!" Tony shouts

"What? Kinda busy here." I reply shortly, still furious he wasn't really willing to help me save her.

"I see you and the other Maximoff are quite close. Anything you wanna say? Is this why you wanted to save her? Chasing tail are we?" He smugly lets out

"Listen here you little shit, don't speak of her like that. She's a very kind girl, who by the way has NO hate in her heart for the Stark's. I wanted to save her, because that's what we do. I chose to comfort her because she needed it. As far as I'm aware though, my love life's NONE of your concern. So why don't you stay out of my business, hers as well, and lastly F*CK OFF!" I angrily reply. God, my blood is boiling.

I pick up the kitty and she starts to purr. I grab the bowl of food and shove past Stark. I replace the scowl with a smile and walk in to hear the sisters laughing.

"What's so funny?" I say as I walk in with the kitten in my bag

"Oh we were just talking about this time when Y/N..." Wanda starts before Y/N slapped her with a pillow to shut her up

"Food please?!" Y/N asks with puppy eyes and her arms outstretched with grabby hands.

I hand it over then sit next to her bed.

"What took so long?" Y/N asks while shoveling food into her mouth

Before I can reply the kitten decides to make her presence known.... *MEOW*

"What was that?" Wanda asks

"Um. So Y/N I have something for you" I let out

I reach into my bag and pull her little baby out.

"My kitty baby! Oh, mommy missed you. Come here!" she whisper shouts

She reaches out, forgetting he food and taking her kitten in.

"What's her name?" I ask

"Kitty baby" she deadpans then starts to laugh. "Her name is Chatty, because she love to talk, like a lot!"

As she snuggles into her kitten I can't help but smile. I've never believed in love at first sight, and I still don't. But I do feel warm and light around her, like if I allowed myself, I could really fall. Her smile is so infectious, as is her laugh. She's absolutely gorgeous, and she's so snuggly.

"I'll be back tomorrow. I'm going to clean up and turn in." Wanda says interrupting my thoughts. I nod, still weary of being open to her.

"Goodnight, I love you. Say goodnight to your niece!" Y/N says while lifting the kitty up

"Goodnight Chatty" Wanda says as she leaves the medbay

"I guess I'll head out too.." I say, but I see a sad expression take place on Y/N's face as I say that.

"...or you could stay. If you want." she all but whispers in response

I can't help but be excited that she wants me to stay.

"Or, I can see if you're stable enough to move and you and Chatty could stay in my bed?" I question and she nods with a massive smile

After confirming with Bruce that I can move her I get to doing so. I put her in a wheelchair and roll her and Chatty to my room. I help her to change into PJ's that they brought back from her place.

"So... When am I expected to be free to go home?" Y/N asks

"How about never?" I jokingly question in response.

"Oh so I've been double kidnapped?" she laughs out

"Well, if you were to be, at least I'm "pretty" huh?"

She immediately blushes and lays down with the kitten at her feet.

"I guess... In all seriousness, you're pretty damn great. I just don't want to become anyone's problem here." she lets out

"Oh stop! You're not a problem. I've been the most calm I've ever been in so long being with you. I wouldn't mind having you to go to after a long day." I let slip out

"Oh... I would love to be able to be here for you. So then I guess I'll ask instead if you'd want to go out to dinner when I'm in better shape then."

"No! I was supposed to ask you... Y/N would you like to go out sometime?' I ask acting like she didn't ask first.

She giggle then says: "Hmm... Of course Tasha! I'd love to." she replies sweetly

"Good! Goodnight Y/N. Goodnight Chatty" I say as I gently pull Y/N into me

"Goodnight Tasha" she replies in a tired mumble

I am so happy in this moment, I just heard her breaths even out and feel at peace. I'm pretty sure I just earned myself a girlfriend and cat from a simple Hydra mission. Not my norm, but I'm more than okay with this, and actually I'm sort of grateful to be honest.

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This is like one of the first sets of oneshots I ever wrote, so bare with me if there’s any weird parts lol. I just combined the three into one and posted. Fixed an error if I saw one.. Enjoy 😂

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