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scarletevening · 7 months

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stitches leave scars [ keegan p. russ ]

someone reqd this n i accidentally deleted the post and im literally so upset over it it's not even funny

this is long asf btw i loved that req so much omfg

cw: near death experience/mentions of death, violence [not in detail, sorta game typical], severe injury, foul language, angst & comfort, mutual pining, gn!reader

"Two o'clock, hold it!" A gruff voice rang through the crackle of your radio. You wanted to growl back in a fuss, but he wasn't wrong. You wanted him to be, to impress him. Lunging, knowing you shouldn't, just a smidge of a moment too early, you attempt an assault on your enemy.

Keyword; Attempt.

Quickly struck down, your body flung to the floor, feeble attempts at escaping the violent blast of your enemies gun. The same gruff voice rang in your ears, your mind aching as it faltered, struggling to evade the darkness that was at your heels. Familiar crackle, and static of the radio drowned out, your open wounds numbing slowly from their agonizing burn, tripping over your feet as you fell into black.

He was right.

Keegans heart stopped. His mouth opened, the squeak of mind-shattering tension the only thing sounding, air escapes his lungs. Instincts went lame, trying to do anything but make his fingers twitch, to jump to you, to block the person who shot you, to take the damn bullet for you. The air was suddenly loud, the silence deafening. The radio static became meaningless, just as it may have been for you, he thought, eyes focusing on your slowly darkening eyes.

He's watched peoples life drain out of their eyes, but never before, has he wanted to look away so badly, only to be forced to stare by his fear.

Sound came crashing down on his consciousness, he mind moving faster than his lips as he screamed into his radio for medical, grasping for your body as he pulled you into the shadows. His hands never shook the way they did as they tried their hardest to act confident. Keegan's mind rushed to remember his basic life support training,

"Pressure...." His voice drudged in worry, his eyes were filled with a crazed look, unable to properly focus as he felt the burning panic rose up his throat, his hands clasping around your flesh. Sharp sounds of torn clothes, knifes against fabric, the lack of warmth.

The lack of you.

Although it had been a day, it seemed as though no time had passed. Muscles moved in memorized movements, shooting, announcing, ordering, and following without a hitch. But he wasn't there, neither were you. Keegans mind felt empty as he fell back into his seat at the debriefing, voices of his superiors becoming a buzz in his ears, broken by the vibration on his thigh.

"Hey, thought you would be interested in dropping by the infirmary?"

Never more in his life was Keegan grateful for the nurse he befriended. His knee bounced, teeth digging into the pink flesh of his lips as he watched the clock tick on his wrist. Each moment felt too long, the lousy mouth of his captain never seeming more annoying than now. Clock struck two. Two o'clock, just like it had when you were shot.

He shot up, disregarding the usual chit-chat he sat through with his teammates as he stormed to the infirmary, your name ringing like a cowbell, bringing him to you. His feet rushed passed familiar faces, glancing with a systematic nod, not stopping. Every step reminded him of every moment he didn't help you, when he watched blood spill from your body, when he watched as you were dying.

Hospitals were always eerily clean, despite the copious amount of lives that were held there. And it always made it worse when you realized ever beep that ticked in a, hopefully, forever constant beat, was someones life. The thought terrorized Keegan as he stood before the door with the dreaded sound of incessant beeping, murmurs of a T.V. screen just behind that piece of wood on hinges. He never thought that his skill to listen, just like it would in missions, would be used to make sure that the electronic beating of your heart rate monitor, didn't change, didn't stop. The door handle was just as cold as the rest of the hospital, bringing no comfort to the trembling hand of the wicked soldier.

Your ears perked at the sound of your name, head snapping to the door. Eyes sparkling, you smiled, so sweetly as you whispered his name weekly,

"Keegan?" The sound broke him. Even with tubes in your arms, dug in eye bags, and obviously a little delirious from pain killers. you still smiled at him. The strings of his heart tightened like a painful knot, eyes burning with irresistible tears. His bit-in lips part, your name barely a whisper on his tongue as he rushes to you.

"You look like you're doing well," He responds, tightly gripping the metal bars the sat on the side of you bed, looking down to your exhausted figure. His eyes glazed over each figure, making sure they were as familiar as they were a few days ago. "that's the least you could do after that move."

His tongue was sharp, unintentionally, causing the sting of hurt, pulling your lips into a straight line. You look down, whispering, "Y.... you're right about that, huh?" You chuckle, almost upset. It was hard to swallow your saliva when you heard him exhale sharply.

He always did that when you disappointed him.

"Look, kid" His fingers messaged his forehead, you knew without looking, head still hung low.

"M' not a kid, you know," You croaked, endeared by the name, but too defensive to actually accept it.

"You are to me." Keegan couldn't control the anger that seeped into his voice, his hands tightening around the cold metal. "You are a kid, when you act like that on the field," Nothing about his voice was kind, it wasn't loud, no, but it was full of a venom you've never tasted from him.

"C'mon Kee-"

"No." Firm, an order. His eyes glared down at you, hiding away the worry, the desperation to hold you, to celebrate the slight colour in your face. Taking a deep breath, he sighs, "I'm not angry,"

You roll your eyes at his sentence, turning away with a pout. He watched you, sighing once more as his shaky hand placed itself on your shoulder,

"I was... shit," He retracts his hand awkwardly, much to your dismay, to pinch his forehead. Your mind ran a million miles, trying, and struggling, to fill in the blanks as he thought of his words. Your lips parted, face timidly turning up to meet his eyes, apparent that you had settled on the worst possible actions.

"I thought I lost you."

Your eyes met his, the always unreadable sergeant's eyes filled with an overwhelming amount of emotion. Never, ever, did you expect the man you admired to deeply to look at the way he was looking at you, to return that burning adoration, the sight alone enough to make your lip quiver

It was never just admiration. For neither of you.

A small smile pinched onto the sergeant's face, a deep sigh passing from him as he tilted his head down, taking his gaze with him. Were it not for his prediction, you most definitely would have pounced on him. His hand laced with you, gently holding you still.

"A-are you alright?" A meek voice peeks in from beyond the curtain, in wrinkled nurse uniform. Blushing madly, you stammer and nod, waving her off. Your heart beat was on a screen after all.

Keegan on the other hand, snorts as he hold in a laugh, leaning in to grin down at you, "Do I make you nervous, pretty?" His eyes were sharp, fervor-filled as they bore into yours, too much to look away from. His face inched closer to your, slowly approaching you, grin descending into a small smile. "God," His voice hung like boulders as his breath brushed across your cheek, down your neck, hot and fast. His lips pressed to the corner of yours,

"You're just trying to get me fired, aren't you?" His voice was gruff, playful even. You blush as you look up at him, rolling your eyes as you let out the breath you forgot you were holding.

"You're such a tease."

"Says you, fucking getting yourself shot." You jaw drops, glaring at him as you stammer, trying to wave your hands as he still gently holds them down,

"You're saying you've never gotten shot on field?" The grin on his face would forever be engraved in your mind. His low voice rings in your ears as he finally moves his face directly in front of yours, eyes locking.

He smiles, his lips softly pressing into yours, the blaring beeping of your heart rate monitor no longer worries him, though maybe the nurse, as he pulls away, sighing into your neck as he whispers, smirking against your skin. "Not while trying to impress my crush."

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"keegan is super perfectionis and reader is impuslive and they ifght n someone goes in near death experience and they go mua mua" <- thats how I remembered the req after I deleted it lmao

im not gonna shut up about that omfg im so upset over that like i swear to god. i think it was @/bad smth idk but the pfp was blue IF IT WAS YOU IM SO SORRY.

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martinderi · 1 month

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NSFW alphabet 616-wanda maximoff

tw: 18+ material

a/n: it's the first time i've written something like this, and in a non-native language. so I apologize if I made any mistakes

A – aftercare

• wanda will definitely kiss her partner on the cheek, whisper some words of gratitude, and then go to the bathroom to help put him/her in order.

B – body part

• she likes her wrists and hips. especially when there are bruises on her soft thighs from the way they are squeezed, or hickeys are left.

• she definitely likes strong, toned arms and your chest, and she also likes your neck. to touch her lips and leave gentle kisses there.

D – dirty secret

• wanda will probably always consider quick sex with carol danvers to be her main dirty secret.

E – experience

• quite experienced. although the image of a fugitive, which changed first to a member of the brotherhood, and later to an avenger, does not seem to contribute much to this. nevertheless, wanda was often in a relationship, maybe not the healthiest, but giving her an experience. she understands perfectly well what she wants and how.

G – goofy?

• she is quite focused and sometimes too worried for fear of causing any pain. although she can always make a funny comment in order to defuse the situation, but she is still not a master at this.

I – intimacy

• wanda is a romantic and that's a fact. she will always strive for everything to be the most romantic and have some kind of meaning. often these are rose petals, various flowers, aromatic candles and fruits.

J – jack off

• mastering is one of her rescues when she started working with the avengers. it was the easiest way to relieve stress and get rid of the endless stream of thoughts in my head about the possibility of missing and ruining everything.

K – kinks

• hickeys/bites.

• kink on the force.

• kink on the uniform.

• kink on the scars.

• kink for praise.

L – location

• definitely shower sex; anywhere in her apartment. but she will never agree to semi-public sex, because the avengers are kind of celebrities and their every move is being watched, and selling someone a picture of one of the heroes of earth having sex will be very expensive. therefore, maximoff has a strict taboo on this.

M – motivation

• it largely depends on her mood.

N – no

no knives, ropes, guns or beatings.

She also won't touch you without permission. her own experience, where she was almost raped, as well as harassment from fraternity members, could not but affect her.

somnophilia.

O – oral

• she's service bottom basically. • although sometimes she can dominate, but at these moments she will always ask if she is doing everything right.

P – pace

slow and sensual. long foreplay as a way to show your love.

Q – quickie

• fast sex is to some extent her salvation, although she will still choose to have long sex where people spend a lot of time with each other. long foreplay, constant touching, lazy sex and light kisses all over the body.

R – risk

• no risk if it gives annoying individuals a chance to catch her having sex. The list of annoying characters includes: paporati, Pietro, the exemplary father...

S – stamina

• she is an avenger who has gone through many long training sessions and missions. wanda is hardy, but she is more likely to have enough for 1-2 orgasms.

T – toys

• she has some things, but she hardly uses them. more often, she will use her magic instead of toys. It doesn't cost her anything to create something or change her physiology, but she's not a fan of that, to be honest.

U – unfair

• the witch loves to tease, even adores. She likes to make inappropriate comments that should make you blush. she can deliberately enter your mind, creating an image there of how she lies under you. she likes to snuggle up to you, whisper something in your ear and slide her hands over your body, knowing how it affects you, and then wanda will pull away and return to what she was doing before with an impudent smile.

V – volume

• it can be both loud and surprisingly quiet. in many ways, it all depends on the situation. if everything happens at her house, then she will not hold back, but if we are talking about the avengers mansion, where her brother will run to her at any moment because of loud noises, wanda will behave quietly. but at some point, her moans may be replaced by words in serbian or her native romani dialect. maximoff likes to cheer and guide a person if she is from below.

W – wild card

• she's just damn good at working with her mouth and fingers. and sometimes wanda is just a monster who will pin his beloved to the wall and fuck her so that her knees will tremble.

X – x-ray

• toned, athletic body with soft hips.

Y – yearing

• it's not that big. for the most part, she ignores her desire, preferring them to work, of which, as an avenger, she has a lot.

Z – zzz

• as soon as she gets her partner in order, the witch will switch off almost immediately. most likely, lying directly on the body of her lover.

#romani wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff #Scarlet witch #wanda #wanda smut #mommy wanda #wanda maximoff imagine #the scarlet witch #smut #gratiela brancusi #wanda x reader

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midnight-moth-musings · 3 months

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Rocket Queen

Captain John Price x mechanic reader, slight enemies to lovers

Part 2

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If I say I don't need anyone, I can say these things to you

'Cause I can turn on anyone just like I've turned on you

I've got a tongue like a razor, a sweet switchblade knife

And I can do you favors but then you'll do whatever I like

John Price knows almost everything about everyone on base--part of his job as Captain is to always be informed. So when he walks into the cafeteria one morning and finds someone new sitting next to Soap and Gaz, he is utterly perplexed. He steals glances at the boisterous young woman engrossed in conversation with the two young men as he makes his coffee. Long, choppy hair frames her face wildly almost as if the tendrils have a life of their own. John searches for any clue as to her rank but finds nothing--the woman is dressed in black overalls with a grey long sleeve beneath them. Quite unprofessional, John tells himself. The edges of her shirt lift as she reaches over the table for pepper to reveal the swirling black ink adorning her wrists. She tilts her head back to laugh loudly--hair becoming messier by the second. What could possibly be so funny?

Here I am, and you're a Rocket Queen

I might be a little young, but, honey, I ain't naive

Here I am, and you're a Rocket Queen, oh yeah

I might be too much, but, honey, you're a bit obscene

The woman leaves the table seconds before John arrives--seconds before he is able to learn who she is. Soap and Gaz seem to notice the faraway look in their Captain's eyes and answer the question before he even has to ask it--

"You've never met the base mechanic, hm, Captain?" Gaz grins up at him in between mouthfuls of his food.

"Aye, she's proper fun." Soap winks, nudging Gaz with a laugh. John sits down next to the two and simply grunts in acknowledgment. He mentally takes note of this small bit of information--curious to learn more about this mysterious woman.

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I've seen everything imaginable pass before these eyes

I've had everything that's tangible, honey, you'd be surprised

I'm a sexual innuendo in this burned out paradise

If you turn me on to anything, you better turn me on tonight

The sweet sound of Guns N' Roses blaring from an old speaker on my desk fills the garage as I work on the repairs of a Humvee that has seen far too much action in the field. Nonetheless--Gaz and Soap insist that its their favorite one, so of course I'll make sure the old beast is running until it falls apart. Dust and grease coat my arms in heavy strokes as if given by Van Gogh as I fiddle with the underbelly of the great beast above my head. I am jolted from my focus as a pair of boots walks into view from my place below the Humvee. I kick my heels to roll out on my creeper and wipe at the sweaty locks of hair sticking to my forehead.

"Music is a bit loud." I look up from my seat to see the unamused face of Captain John Price staring down at me.

I stand up with a grunt, wiping my hands on my overalls. The man standing before me crosses his arms as he still looks down on me. Damnit, why's he so tall? Makes him even more intimidating. I choke out a nervous laugh, ruffling a hand through my bangs. "Yeah, well, no one ever comes down here. Figured I could play my music as loud as I wanted."

Anxiety bubbles in my stomach as the man looks over me. "Right. Well, I wanted to come down here and introduce myself. Seeing as we haven't met before and you must be new. I'm Captain John Price." He holds out an arm and I take his hand, shaking it. His hand practically envelopes mine--squeezing tightly in greeting, before disconnecting.

"I've actually been here for five months." His eyes widen in disbelief at the revelation and I have to hold back a laugh. "Sergeant Y/N L/N, base mechanic, sir." We stand in an awkward state of silence for a moment--save for the blaring of my speaker. The captain glances pointedly at the speaker and I walk over to my laptop to pause the music. "Right, sorry sir."

He places his hands on his vest, gripping the straps tightly before stepping closer to me. "Interesting taste in music." He leans forward to glance at the screen of my laptop showing my playlist. I watch as his eyes flicker down the screen--before he nods in approval.

"Interesting? Is that good or bad, sir?" My words come out more defensively than I had meant for, but the captain's mouth quirks up as if trying to hide a smile.

Clear blue eyes meet mine when he turns to look at me and I find my heart skipping a beat. "Good." My cheeks heat up and I have to remind myself--this is your captain, pull yourself together. "I'll let you get back to your work then." He takes a few steps away before looking back over at me hesitantly. I watch as his eyes trail down my form and I suddenly feel self conscious of my ripped, greasy overalls. "I'd like for you to find a more...standard uniform."

My eyes immediately narrow and I cross my arms to stare back at him. "Standard uniform? I never realized mechanics were required to wear standard issue. Not many soldiers even follow that rule." The air between us thins as we lock into a stare.

Immediately, the captain's demeanor changes. I hold my breath as he grips the straps of his vest tighter--voice lowering an octave as he replies. "Are you questioning an order, solider?"

I bite back a snarky reply. "No, sir." The edge of his mouth twitches and I imagine I am about to receive a verbal warning--certainly not the first of my career. Instead, he simply nods. The captain turns on his heels and walks away--leaving my head spinning as to if I'm more irritated or intrigued by him.

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Part 2 will be coming tomorrow. I wanted it to be one part, but I have a bit of a headache at the moment so I decided to post part of it :)

-P

#john price #cod x reader #cod fanfic #john price x reader #captain price x reader #captain john price #captain johnathan price #captain john price x reader

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maxiel01 · 5 months

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Top Gun Maverick - New Blood

Pairing: eventually Bradley Bradshaw x female reader, Pete Mitchell x female redader (parental figure)

Summary: When Lieutenant Y/N Y/LN is called for a special mission to Top Gun, she doesn´t hesitate a second. After her last deployment, she is longing for friendship and finding a family. Will it happen? Or will she be alone again?

TW: not much yet, potentionally mental health issues, anxiety, panic attacks, angst, inaccurately described military environment

Lenght of this chapter: 3868 words

AN: Hey guys! So here we go, the first chapter. Hope you will like it and once again, be aware of potential grammar mistakes. Also, any form of constructive criticism is always welcomed. Have a great day and enjoy!

1st Chapter

You woke up feeling not very well rested, which immediately put you into a bad mood. It was one of the few nights you could sleep in your comfy bed, and you didn’t enjoy it. You did your hygiene routine and made your way out of the apartment. You must have looked funny, you had a backpack on and two big military bags, each of them on one of your shoulders. After a few minutes of walking, you made it to the train station, you bought a ticket to San Diego and went on your way. After almost three hours, you were in San Diego. There you caught a bus that would take you the closest to Miramar. That took another hour or so. In the bus, you started hating yourself for not buying a lunch to go. Then it was about 40 minutes of walking to the base. When you finally arrived at the reception, they took all of your documents, gave you a special tag and a card and let you go inside. You were given instructions of where to go and to whom you should report yourself.

You made your way through the huge building and finally found an office where was written Adm. Simpson, Adm. Bates. You took a deep breath and knocked on the door. “Come in!” someone shouted from inside the office. You took another deep breath and opened the door. You stood just behind the door in an attention position. “Lt. Y/N Y/LN sir. I’m here because of the special mission.” you said clearly and hoped that you did everything right. “Of course, please take a seat Lt.” said one of them, and you immediately put the bags and backpack down and sat on the chair in front of their table. “You are here just in time, we had to move things forward a little, so tomorrow you are starting a course for this mission. You’ve been called here for a special secret mission, Lt. You were called here on a special request of Admiral Kazansky. As we already said, you are starting tomorrow, you will be living in one of the off-base houses, because we don’t have any room available on base. Someone will take you there after we finish here. Your clothes and helmet will be ready for tomorrow, please come here in your normal civil clothes, and you will be given your flight suit before the flying lesson, we had some malfunctions so you will have to sit through a theoretical lesson in your everyday clothes. That’s all for now, we will see you tomorrow. You are dismissed.” said almost in one breath Admiral Simpson, which you found out, during his monologue, was called Cyclone, the other one, Admiral Bates had a patch with Warlock written on it, that must be the man you spoke to over the phone. “Thank you, sir.” You said and slowly rose to your feet.

“Hondo will take you to your house, he should be waiting outside this room as we speak.” smiled slightly Warlock as you nodded at him. Then you took your bags off the floor and made your way out of the room. There really was a man standing, looking like he was waiting for someone. “Excuse me sir.” you started, not knowing his ranks or name, apart from his call sign. He immediately snapped his head in your direction and kindly smiled. “Finally, someone who can smile normally and doesn’t look like he is going to kill me any moment.” you thought to yourself. “You must be Moonfoot right? Or should I call you Lt. Y/LN?” he asked as he came closer to you. You returned his smile. “Moonfoot is okay, sir.” he suddenly shook his head slightly. “Oh, please don’t call me sir, just call me Hondo, that’s a whole lot better, and now let’s go, I’m sorry, but I don’t have much time, I arrived not so long ago as well and need to find my housing too.” he smiled and motioned to you to follow him outside. “You have your own car?” he suddenly asked. “No, I don’t. I just came home from a deployment, so having a car wasn’t on my agenda yet.” you answered honestly. “Well, that might be a bit of a problem, though, since you won’t be living on base.” he said. “I will make it work, at least I hope so…if it’s not going to be too far, I will just walk.” you said, as you came outside through a different door then you entered before. “Don’t worry, we will think of something, now come on, this is my car, let’s go.” he pointed at his car, which was a normal jeep. He drove for about 20 minutes when you arrived in a small neighborhood. It was looking kinda nice, all of the houses looked the same and weren’t very big, but it would be just enough. You could see the ocean in the distance, which was nice as well.

“There is mainly families of the soldiers or staff from the base living, I think that some of your fellow pilots might live somewhere here, that would be good for you, because you could always catch a ride with someone.” he said as he slowly stopped his car. “We are here, now just a good advice, if you like and don’t mind walking, when you walk down this hill and then about 20 minutes left on the beach you will arrive at the Hard Deck. That’s a bar, and basically everyone from the base will be there at some point. Some of your colleagues might be there today as well, so if you want to make friends, that’s yours go to place.” he said and helped you with your bags. He then put a set of keys from his pocket and opened the front door. “It’s not much, you have a living room, kitchen, and a bathroom on this floor and then upstairs one bathroom and two rooms. I’m really sorry, but I have to go now. Good luck tomorrow.” he then said, and before you could have thanked him or say anything in return, he was out and driving his car away.

“That went rather well.” you said to yourself as you made your way up the stairs to your room. It was cozy, there weren´t many things, the walls were plain, and you were thinking of keeping it that way. At least for now, since you didn’t even know for how long you will live here. The room was simple, a bed, table, and a wardrobe. You didn’t really need anything else since you will be coming here probably only to sleep. When you put your bags away, you went back downstairs to the kitchen. It was fully equipped, but there wasn’t any food. You weren’t really in a mood for shopping, so you thought that you will just order something when a call interrupted you. You sighed when it was another unknown number. Your anxiety was really playing games with you those past few days. You took a deep breath and answered it. You were now smarter than yesterday, so you answered more professionally.

“Lt. Y/LN speaking, how can I help you.” you said and waited for someone to speak. “Lt. Y/Ln is nice to hear you, this is Admiral Kazansky.” came an automatic voice, like from a computer, from the phone. You were in shock, the one man who requested you on this mission was calling you now. “What the hell is going on.” you thought to yourself. “How can I help you, sir?” you asked, hoping you didn’t disrespect him or something. “I would like to meet you in person before your mission starts tomorrow, could you make your way over to an address if I send you one?” he asked, and you were in shock once again. “O-Of course, sir, that wouldn’t be a problem.” you answered. “Okay, that’s great, I will send you the address and I hope that you will be able to make it to 3PM.” he said. “I will do my best, sir.” you honestly answered. “Well, that would be all for now, Lt., I will see you later today. Goodbye for now.” he fared welled. “Of course, sir, goodbye” you returned the farewell and put your phone down.

“What the fuck is going on.” you asked yourself and then smiled. Admiral Kazansky, someone you knew only from stories and basically legends, wanted to see you. You couldn’t even believe it. Then came a notification from your phone. You picked it up again and there was the address he was talking about. You immediately put it into your maps and found out that it’s about 30 minutes’ walk. Since it was already 2PM you decided to change your clothes and then slowly start walking towards the address. When it was about 2:45PM you were already there. You didn’t want to seem too eager or something, so you just waited for about 10 minutes, when suddenly the doors to the house opened.

“Oh, you must be Y/N right? Tom said that you were coming over this afternoon. Why are you waiting here, honey? You could have just knocked and entered. Come on, let’s go inside.” said a woman that opened the door. “Oh, I’m sorry, my name is Sarah, I’m Tom’s wife.” she suddenly said, probably seeing your confused face. “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Kazansky.” you said and offered her your hand. “Oh no, no, please don’t call me Mrs. Kazansky, it makes me feel old. Call me Sarah, okay?” she immediately said and instead of a handshake brought you into a hug. It was a nice feeling, you weren’t hugged in a really long time, but you slowly pulled out. “Well, Tom is waiting in the living room, so you can go there. Would you like something to drink? Maybe a tea or coffee?” She asked when she pointed at the direction of the living room. “Um, if you have a ginger tea or peppermint that would be amazing, but I really don’t want to cause any problems Mrs. Oh I mean Sarah.” You spoke. “That’s a nonsense, I will prepare you peppermint and ginger tea, okay? I will bring it to you with Tom’s tea as well.” She smiled again and disappeared into, what you assumed, was the kitchen.

You looked around for a bit. There were a lot of frames with pictures of children, Admiral Kazansky and also Sarah. There were a few with other naval aviators as well. You didn’t want to look around for too long, so you quietly made your way to where you assume would be the living room. When you reached the room, you knocked on the door frame, because the doors were opened. You then heard a hum of acknowledgement and slowly went inside.

“Admiral, sir, you wanted to see me. I’m Lt. Y/LN.” you said in a straight voice but with a bit of a smile. The man who was sitting there looked friendly. He just smiled at you and motioned to the seat across from him on the sofa. You quickly made your way over there and sat down. “Please let’s cut the formalities, I’m Iceman, or Tom, whatever you prefer. And you must be Y/N right?” you heard coming from somewhere in the room. You must have had a confused face because suddenly you heard another sentence. “Oh, don’t worry, it’s just my computer system, talking hurts these days, so I will use this form of communication.” it said, and you just smiled at him.

“Okay, that’s alright, whatever is best for you and yes, I’m Y/N” you added. “Wonderful, you are probably wondering why you are here, right?” he asked. “Well to be honest, I’m a little curious yes.” you said and chuckled. He laughed a bit as well. "Ask away then...I guess you have a lot of questions about why you are here and so on." the AI´s voice beckoned you. "Alright, well, why me? I mean Admiral Sympson told me that I´m here only because of you, they wouldn´t even think of me, but for some reason you did. And if I´m right, that might not be that case, but still, all of the others will be probably more experienced and graduates from Top Gun, right?" you said in one breath and made an eye contact with him.

He sighed a bit and began writing on his computer. After a little while, the voice started talking again. "Yes, you are here because I requested you. Why did I request you? Because I think and believe that you are an exceptional pilot and WSO. There isn´t many people who managed to be a WSO and a pilot. You are the only one in California right now." the voice ended, and you smiled a bit. When you looked over at Iceman, he was smiling as well.

"Okay, thank you, but I still don´t understand this. The others, they are Top Gun graduates, right? I didn´t even get an invitation." you pondered. "That is true. But you didn´t receive an invitation to Top Gun because you made the decision to rather pursuit a pilot degree. And now I´m asking you, would you rather go to Top Gun as WSO and never become a fighter pilot, or never went into Top Gun, but become a fighter pilot hm?" the voice said again before you even realized that Iceman had been typing on his computer again.

"I guess I would still choose the fighter pilot degree." you smiled. "That´s what I thought, and please don´t forget that you have one confirmed air kill, not many people in your age group have that." he added. "That´s true yeah, but it was only because the other guy..." you wanted to continue but the AI´s voice cut you right off. "No, you made the shot because you are an amazing pilot and WSO, and that´s the reason why you are here. You are exceptional pilot and even better WSO. I honestly think that you will be an amazing addition to the team we came up with."

Suddenly there was another knock on the door frame. Both, you and Iceman snapped your heads in that direction. There stood Sarah with a tray on which there were two mugs with a hot tea. "I´m sorry to interrupt you, but I have the teas ready." Sarah kindly smiled and made her way over to you. "There you go sweetie." she said and gave one of the mugs to your side of the coffee table. "Thank you very much." you said and took a sip of the ginger tea. "Honey, here´s your tea." she told her husband and both of them smiled at each other. You just looked at them. It was very clear that they were so in love with each other, and you could just hope that some time you will find someone who will love you as much as Iceman loved his wife.

"Sweetie? Will you join us for a late lunch? We didn´t have a chance of eating yet, because we had someone over before you. I´m making beef steaks and potatoes." she asked you while collecting an old mug from the table. You nervously looked at him and then back at Sarah. "I don´t know, I really don´t want to be a bother and overstay my welcome." you said after a minute. "Nonsense, you wouldn´t be overstaying anything. Besides, you probably didn´t have a chance of eating today, right? From what I´ve heard, you came today from LA and just moved to the off-base house and there isn´t anything to eat for sure." came again the AI´s voice from somewhere. "Look, we won´t force you, of course, but it would be nice if you stayed. The kids are still at their after-school clubs, so it will be just us." continued Sarah. "Well, if it´s really okay, then I guess a homemade meal would serve me good." You said, and that made Sarah and Iceman chuckle. "Okay, that´s what I like to hear. It should be ready in a minute. So, if you could make your way to the dining room." she proceeded to say and left the living room. When she was out of the room, Iceman continued through his computer.

"I just wanted to say. Look, I don´t want this to sound weird or be uncomfortable for you, but it came to my attention that you don´t have any friends or family here in the States with you. Is that correct?" he bluntly asked, which shocked you. "I mean yes, that is true, yeah." You said after the shock disappeared a bit. "I can´t tell you much, but this mission will be a lot harder than any of those you had to do before. I´m more than convinced that you will be able to do it, either as a pilot or as a WSO, I don´t see a reason why you should fail. It will be hard for you though because you will have to fly twice as much as the others. One exercise as a pilot and also as a WSO, which in the long run will put you in a position where it would become an advantage. But you can´t be alone for this. I know that after what happened to you in Mali, it might be hard to trust other people, but sometimes you just need to try it. Your instructor is one of the closest people of mine. Don´t hesitate to ask him anything, he is there to teach you, he is there for you. Sometimes he can be a little cocky and rough, but it´s all in the best way. He wants you to be able to complete the mission and come back home. Those people, who were selected alongside you, were always told that they are the best of the best, some of them are cocky bastards, but that´s how it is. But there are a few people who you should definitely befriend. I know that I´m in no position to give you advices in your personal life and I really shouldn´t tell you this, but trust me Bradley Bradshaw, his call sign is Rooster, Natasha Trace, call sign Phoenix and Robert Floyd, call sign Bob, are the way to go." the voice from his computer finished as you looked at him in disbelief.

You chuckled a bit and didn´t really know what to say. "I know that this is a lot, and I may have overstepped here a bit, but I just wanted to give you a little heads up. And also, me and Sarah both, we´ve been talking, and we know how family is important, and that it doesn´t matter if it´s by blood or not. If you ever needed someone, someone to talk to, someone to hug or even just a shoulder to cry on. We are here for you. You now know where we live, and I want you to use this knowledge every time you need, okay?" he reassured you and smiled. You were now having tears in your eyes, but weren´t letting them fall. "I don´t know what to do...I... thank you so much. I would hug you right now, but we know each other for just a half an hour so..." you trailed off, just as he stood up and hugged you.

You were caught off guard and that made some of the tears fall. You were silently crying into his shoulder as he was patting your back. "I´m sorry, I just, no one told me this for such a long time and it...I´m just so sorry." you said after you finished the hug. He just knowingly smiled and wanted to type something into his computer when Sarah´s voice stopped him.

"The lunch is ready!" she shouted from the kitchen, so you and Iceman just looked at each other and made your way out.

After an amazing lunch, that you surely needed, it was already about 4:30 PM as you were preparing to leave the Kazansky household. "Wait a minute, sweetie." came Sarah when you were on your way to the front door. "Tom would like to tell something real quick." she added. You nodded at her and went back to the living room.

"I´m sorry to keep you here, but I just wanted to finish what we started before lunch. There is this bar, it´s called The Hard Deck, and a lot of people from the base will be there tonight, well every night, but tonight especially, there will be some of your colleagues from the special deployment. I think that you should go there. At least to look over the people. And if there won´t be anyone friendly, you would, at least, meet Penny. Penny Benjamin is the owner of the bar, and she is really kind. It certainly wouldn´t hurt to have her in your corner." he finished and looked expectantly at you. You just sighed and that made him frown. "Come on, please promise me that you will go there." he continued. After a minute of hesitation, his voice came again.

"You know, I´m higher in the ranks than you, I could just order you to go there." he said and laughed. "Okay, okay...I promise I will go there and try to make friends." you told him with a chuckle. "Wonderful, well I won´t hold you anymore. Have a great time tonight, and if you need something, just call me or Sarah or just come here. The doors are always opened." he finished, and you quickly hugged him again. You fared welled him as well and made your way back to the front door where Sarah was patiently waiting for you.

"Honey, I know what Tom has been talking to you about, and I just wanted to make sure, that you know that it´s true. We will always be there for you, okay? If you need anything, and it could be as small as just to talk or hug, we are here." she said and pulled you into a hug. "I know Sarah, and I really, really appreciate it. Thank you so much. It´s nice to know that I have someone in my corner." you smiled at her when you stopped hugging. "I have to go now though, I promised Tom that I will go to The Hard Deck, so..." you trailed off, which made her laugh. "Of course, go and have fun, you are young only once. And please tell Penny that I say hi, will you?" she said after opening the doors for you. “Of course, Sarah. Thank you so much once again. Have a great evening." you said and made your way out of the door.

You turned around once more and quickly waved at her. Then you pulled out your phone and saw that there was one unread message. You clicked to open it and laughed. It was from Iceman, and it read: "And don´t try anything. I will know if you were there or not." and a blinking emoji.

#top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #bradley rooster bradshaw #pete maverick mitchell #rooster fanfic #rooster x reader #dagger squad #bob floyd #phoenix top gun #jake hangman seresin #tom iceman kazansky #carole bradshaw #penny benjamin

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tequiilasunriise · 10 months

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Being in fandoms where the characters are clearly based on other pieces of media/famous figures is so much fun because then some of my ships look like this:

Parentified Goldilocks who is also The Beast x Avoidance attachment Beauty who is ALSO also The Beast, one of my fav moments with them is when they off the Minotaur together who is ALSO also also The Beast

Little Red Riding Hood if she was also the Wolf and has galloons of repressed trauma x Snow White but she’s heavily knight coded and the poster child of daddy issues

Edgar Allen Poe’s Lenore x Annabel Lee but they’re in gay ghost love

The poem ‘The Last Rose of Summer’ x Odin’s raven Huginn but they’re exes still in love in a milf yuri divorce that ends super mega tragically and domino effects mommy issues out the ass

Historical figures Cleopatra x Frida Kahlo with the most chef’s kiss height difference you’ve ever seen

A polycule with Joan of Arc x Mulan x Thor x Achilles but they’re all genderbent/trans

The Velveteen Rabbit x fashion icon Coco Chanel if she was a lesbian with a gun

Frankenstein’s monster x a different sapphic Cleopatra bc baby gays <3333

Okay okay that black cat from Poe’s, well, The Black Cat x Poe’s Eulalie is cute yes

But I actually really REALLY love Poe’s Eulalie x Poe’s Berenice bc they’re “me and the bad bitch I pulled by being autistic” personified

The Snow Queen with mega daddy issues x Robin Hood if he was a socialist lesbian I SAIDDDD ITTTT

Imma say it historical figures JFK x Confucius were adorable bros

Aesop’s Fisherman x Odin’s other bird Munin you will always be famous my tragic old man yaoi <////3

Y’all will really have to hear me out here when I say Cinderella if she fucken snapped x ice cream Mad Hatter because couples who are terrible to each other but in a “only I’m allowed to be a horrid to them” way can be so funny

And I could go o n fer ages but the point is imagine explaining these ships to someone like 30 years ago with ZERO context their heads would explode and it’d be so funny

#most of these are rwby ships and imma be so real i couldve made an even longer list with just rwby ships alone #‘it aint much but its honest work’ -me being a multishipper #OKAY TIME TO TAG ALL THESE SHIPS. WELL THEN. man. really dug my own grave here #bumbleby #whiterose #white raven #rosebird #i like how theres a little pattern between these shipnames okay #super mega cursed idea is weiss x raven also being called white raven THROWINGGG UPPPP but also yeah that would be funny #one white raven i adore with my whole heart and then another white raven i would torch #kahlopatra #jnpr berries #i will NOT be listing each individual ship involved in that polycule holy shit #‘jaune we love you just as much as we loved pyrrha’ while in front of Pyrrha’s memorial??? like okay yeah sure gods GODS these kids #crosshares #clankie #shit hold on lemme look up these shipnames fer nevermore i only know white raven off the top of my head #okay uhhh we’ll go with spells and space bc incorrect nevermore said so and thats good enougg fer me #spells and space #boston magic #schneewood forest #<— one of my FAVES yall my reconnecting exes au fer Robyn n Winter is so <33333 #jkfucius #fairgame #spicecream #i wont tag each person bc tag limit but oh my god if anyone read these tags mwuah mwuah #rwby #nevermore webtoon #clone high #monster high

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biggirllifestyle · 1 year

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The Red Wedding.

Summary: Weddings are times for Celebrations, but this wedding takes the cake.

Pairings: Mafia!Steve Rogers x OFC

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: Violence lots of violence, and Peggy Carter.

A/N: It's been a while and I'm super excited to post this. This is based on a scene from a movie I watched today that just made my jaw drop super different but has the same premise.

When one is young there is always that time when you picture the perfect wedding, the perfection in every detail from the large venue with the gorgeous view to the smallest ribbon that would be used. Everything was methodical. Yet here you stood blood splattering your beautiful pearl white dress, hair in disarray, mascara smudged and running, and a loaded gun in your hand.

Guests were frantically running around trying to find some sense of what the hell had just happened. From across the room, you watched your husband face you taking a step forward and then another until he was only a few feet away, you raised the gun pointing it at him, but not once did he flinch at your action.

“Me chingastes Steve, por ultima ves me chingastes hijo de puta.”

Taking a deep breath, you pulled the trigger.

- 3 Hours Earlier -

The ceremony had been beautiful, Steve had gone all out on expenses never once asking anything from your parents. This had brought much joy to your father as he acted like the cat that ate the canary, every time he showed a hint of smugness you couldn’t help but roll your eyes sharing some meaningful glances with Steve.

In a sense yes, your father was earning a lot with your marriage to Steve, by having his business be administered by the biggest mafia boss in Brooklyn and if his price was to let him have his only child that was a sacrifice, he was willing to make. Well, not much of a sacrifice since you and Steve had been together for quite some time joined to the hip since he was a sickly kid until he rose in ranks and his abrupt puberty where he grew three times his size and could plummet anybody who looked at you funny into the ground.

With how long you both had been together it was almost inevitable for your engagement to be announced, everybody knew and everybody important was invited. With Steve and you deciding to keep the ceremony private (much to the chagrin of your father), with your parents, Bucky Steve’s best friend and righthand man, and Sam Steve’s other best friend present everything went smoothly just like you had always pictured.

The ride over to the venue was filled with heated kisses and touches that made you lose your breath; you could feel his smug smile as he kissed your neck. Everything was going as planned your entrance was greeted with big cheers and applauses, at some point you and Steve were separated he was being taken by Sam and Bucky to join the other boys while you took the liberty of greeting your other guest trying to make time before the real festivities began.

Half an hour later, after removing yourself from a painful conversation with your Tia where she went on and on about her newly installed backyard grill, you were able to meet with Steve again who looked a little disheveled but otherwise unharmed. He was grinning a stupid smile marking his face as he pulled you close, giving you small kisses and finally bringing you into a big hug, burying his nose into your hair.

“You don’t know how happy you’ve made me by tying yourself to me indefinitely.”

You huffed out a laugh hitting his chest at his remark, “Menso, I married you because I love you don’t be calling our marriage me tying myself to you.”

You gave him a small smirk, “I mean I can still get rid of you at any time.”

Steve let out a deep growl pulling you flush against him; you give a small yelp at his roughness trying to look around and see if anybody noticed, noting that most people were avoiding looking or walking toward your area. Steve jostled you again forcing your attention back to him, you knew Steve like the back of your hand and at that moment, you knew that if it would have just been the two of you Steve wouldn’t have hesitated to throw you over this table and fuck you into oblivion.

“Baby you really do know how to get me going, I can’t wait until we get home so I can fuck you into every surface that I can get you on.”

Bucky, who was the only person who was brave enough to come near you cleared his throat, he motioned behind him where several people had congregated to talk. Steve’s face turned stormy pulling away from you fixing himself to a proper state, he gave Bucky a nod who turned back towards the group, Steve looked pissed, and this worried you because you knew Steve and he would never let his emotions show especially in such an open venue where most of his competitors were present.

Whatever this was it was serious.

You grabbed his hand giving him a brief squeeze to let him know that it was okay, he gave a soft huff giving you a brief kiss before heading over to Bucky and the other men. You didn’t want anybody to see you worried, raising a glass to the DJ a soft cumbia started that got many people to join the dance floor keeping many busy and others distracted.

You watched Steve and the men as they talked in hurried hushed tones, you could see the tension building as one of the men who you knew was Tony who was from the Manhattan district showed something to Steve that made him madder. The music drowned out most people and they left you alone, just as you were beginning to relax you hear the tell-tale sign of your ringtone you knew you should have kept it silent, but you were waiting on a particularly important phone call from your firm for a recent case.

You grabbed your phone ‘UNKOWN NUMBER’ displayed across the screen, it confused you, so you let it ring not bothering to pick it up. The ringing stopped but soon after it started again, you knew you couldn’t ignore it any longer if they were going to keep insisting.

“Hello?”

“Finally, I get ahold of you!” A deep feminine voice answered through the line, “Congratulations on the wedding! You’re a lucky girl today.”

“Who is this? What do you want?” You looked around the room trying to see if you could spot anybody with a phone.

“Calm down kid, I just wanted to give you a little information on the man you just married,” The lady on the line laughed and you couldn’t help the annoyance that brought on you.

“Look lady I don’t know who the fuck you are but you’re getting on my fucking nerves.”

“Oh, sweetie I was just trying to make conversation, I just wanted you to know what your husband was doing or who he was doing just a few days a few days ago or specifically last Thursday.”

That stopped you cold, you knew exactly what she was talking about. Last week Steve had gone out early in the morning saying that he had an important meeting with a buyer, and he stayed out late almost coming home until early the next morning. You remembered since you had stayed up to wait for him and to finish working on some case files before you had to head out on your honeymoon.

“He worked me out all night until early morning, it was an amazing goodbye gift he gave me before he tied himself to you.”

At this point you were shacking both in anger and in sorrow at what could be the truth, you looked to where Steve was still preoccupied with his friends at that moment he looked up and caught your eye his face melted into something lovingly and you couldn’t help the choked sobbed that worked its way out your throat. You heard the lady on the line laugh at your sob and you knew that she was a sadistic bitch who was enjoying your pain.

“Quien chingados eres? You fucking bitch if you have the balls to call me on my wedding day and tell me all of this you should also have the balls to tell me your fucking name.”

She laughed again loving the fact that she was able to get you to this state, “You should ask him who Peggy Carter is and you’ll know in an instant that I’m not lying to you.”

The line went dead after and all you could focus on was the dial tone, you were fuming not just at this Peggy lady but at Steve for making you a fool. At this point you weren’t in control of yourself everything seemed so loud and too quiet as you made your way to Steve and the other men, pushing past them not caring who they were until Steve was the only thing you could see.

“Who the fuck is Peggy Carter?” Steve’s eyes widened at the name and all the other men in the group began to murmur amongst each other, but your focus was only on Steve who seemed to have lost all color.

“Baby how do you know that name?” His answer was enough to set you off as you punched his chest slapping the phone onto his chest, your only goal was to get answers from him and hurt him as much as you were hurting. Bucky tried to grab your arm, but Steve shook his head no and that just made you madder.

“Te la cogiste verdad hijo de puta? You fucked her a week before our fucking wedding, how could you?”

Steve was holding onto your arms trying to stop you from hitting him but also from hurting yourself, he pulled you forward until you were squished against his chest but that just felt like you were suffocating so you pushed him away.

“Answer me you fucking coward, did you fuck her?”

“No baby I would never do that to you, you know how much I love you.”

“Don’t lie to me Rogers or I swear to god I’ll fucking kill you.”

Just as Steve was about to answer a few gunshots ranged out across the room, Steve pushed you down until he was covering around you, and people began to run around as glass shattered and screams went around the room. Steve pushed you towards Bucky telling him to get you out of there as more shots were fired Bucky handed Steve a gun as he began to pull you towards the exit.

“Bucky let me go,” You screeched as you fought against him, he ignored you keeping himself close as he walked you towards the exit. From your position you couldn’t see much, just people running from every exit that they could find. Just as you were reaching the door you spotted a brown-haired woman walking towards where Steve was, seeming to ignore the chaos around and strolling towards your husband as if there was no care in the world. Her lips were painted a deep red matching her dress and something in you just knew.

This fucking bitch was Peggy Carter.

“Bucky you have to go to Steve, you have to tell him that Peggy is here.”

Bucky seemed to have come to the same conclusion as he watched Peggy making her way to where Steve was fighting some goon oblivious to her presence.

“I’ll be fine just go to Steve, give me a gun,” He whipped his head towards a conflicted look until he reached into his inner pocket and removed a gun for you.

“You better not make me regret this,” Were his last words until he was sprinting towards Steve dodging men as much as he could. You turned to the exit running towards the kitchen where you knew you could lose someone or find someplace to hide. Just as you reached the doors to outs you were yanked back by a strong force, slamming you onto the floor stealing your breath away.

You knew you only had seconds to react, you shot up a few rounds hoping something would hit. A grunt, and then a thump as the man fell over. There was blood and a lot of it, most of it had missed you but there was still a rogue spray that hit you. You got up shakily, you knew how to shoot a gun, but never had you killed someone like this.

Your insides felt loose and firm and you couldn’t help but throw up everything from that day until you were dry heaving. You must have taken too long because as soon as you steadied yourself somebody was already grabbing you. You tried to struggle against your grabber but stopped as you felt the barrel of the gun being pressed against your head.

“Don’t try anything sweetheart, now you and I are gonna take a little trip back into the reception” he started shoving you forward, “Can’t have you leaving your own party early now, can we?”

You grunted as he pushed you hard enough that your foot gave out a little, it wasn’t extreme, but it did cause you to start limping much to the annoyance of your captor. He pushed you towards the doors leading to the reception, Steve was bound to a chair Peggy was on his lap Bucky and Sam were surrounded by men keeping them from doing anything without getting killed. The moment the doors had slammed open everybody turned to you, Steve’s eyes seemed to widen as he looked at all the blood and your limping state, he began to fight against his restraints jostling Peggy out of his lap.

The gun being pressed to your temple stops him from doing anything else. Peggy huffs motioning for the man holding you to bring you forward. You didn’t have your gun anymore; Steve was incapacitated, and Bucky and Sam had every gun on them you knew that this looked like you had lost. The moment that you were close Peggy drew you into a hug, you recoiled trying to get away from her but a gun to your back stopped you.

“After our heart-to-heart through the phone, this is how you’re going to repay me?” Peggy pouted at you, and this made it clear she was crazy.

“Yeah, well I just saw it as some crazy bitch trying to ruin my perfect day, how would you see it?” That must have been the wrong thing as Peggy’s face became enraged, she swung her hand at you a sting running from your cheek where she struck you.

“Get the fuck away from her Peggy or I swear,” Steve yelled at her fighting to get himself off the chair, Peggy ignored him tooting in disagreement.

“Baby if you don’t stop trying to get out of that chair, I’ll start hurting your little bitch.” Steve seemed to be having a fight with himself trying to find a way to get out of this and get you to safety. Peggy walked towards Steve leaning down to whisper something in his ear that made him mad but made no move to fight.

“Now baby, how about you tell your wife about the wonderful time we had, how you told me how much you loved me and how the only reason why we couldn’t be together was that you were getting much more from the deal.”

Bucky, who was still on the ground, whipped his head towards you ready to say something but was stopped as the man behind him pressed the barrel into the back of his head stopping him.

“Just let her know baby, tell her what we did, and I promise you I’ll let her go.” Steve seemed to contemplate before dropping his head in defeat.

“It’s true, we were together last Thursday,” Steve made a face as if he was in pain, almost as if the words he was spitting out hurt, “I was having second thoughts about getting married, I didn’t know if you were the right person for me.��

Steve’s words hit you hard, all the pain and rage that was inside you was brewing and at this point, you were unsure if you were about to scream or throw up.

“Peggy she was there, and I took my chance to figure it out if you were what I wanted.” He lamely finished, his face twisted into a grimace but all you could see was Peggy’s stupid grin and that just made you angry. You slammed your heel into your captor and threw your head back until it collided with his face, and he released you with a yelp. Bucky and Sam seemed to have taken advantage of the distraction as they flew back against their own captors wrestling them into the ground. Steve slammed himself back smashing the chair into pieces to free himself. Your captor tackled you down, slamming your head into the floor obscenities flying at you before Steve practically ripped him off from you.

Peggy began to rush away but you took the chance from everybody’s distraction to go after her, you were unsteady, but she did not get far as you tackled her. She began to throw punches at you, one of them catching you in your cheek, the other splitting your lip, but you weren’t far off as you also landed your own blows.

“You fucking Perra, you ruined my wedding and I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Peggy reached around her trying to find a way to get you off her, her hands grazing the floor until she latched onto a shard of champagne glass from the earlier altercation. She lashed up cutting your arm and making you retreat as she tried to keep slashing at you. She rushed over trying to stab you screaming her head off at you as she did.

“He was mine; he was always mine and you fucking took him away you fucking bitch. He loves me not you.” She cried as she slashed your arms. You pushed her away as she stumbled back and fell just as she was going to get up, she was stopped by Bucky who had incapacitated everybody else.

Steve walked towards Bucky looking down at a struggling Peggy, “Take her somewhere else, we’ll deal with her later.”

You walked away, your leg was starting to hurt and the cuts from the glass were stinging, this wasn’t your fight anymore and you were done. People were rushing around, reinforcements from someone else, and at this point, you really didn’t care, you knew you would have to call your parents and check on them, you knew they had gotten out but still.

You reached down to collect a bottle of champagne that was still intact and an abandoned gun. You knew you still had one thing to deal with and you could finally head home and relax, but this would just have to be a priority. You turned back to the scene; your husband was still directing people trying to clear out as much as he could.

You watched your husband as he pointed at things around, he turned towards you, taking in your running mascara blood-covered dress, and messy hair, and all he felt was deep love at how strong you were in all this. He walked towards you trying to get as close as he could stopping short as he saw the gun in your hand, you raised it aiming at him but that didn’t scare him, the only thoughts that came into his mind were how beautiful you looked and how lucky he was to have you.

“Me chingastes Steve, por ultima ves me chingastes hijo de puta.”

Steve didn’t move and felt the bullet graze his arm, but he didn’t care as the rage melted off you, and concern was all he saw. You rushed forward discarding the gun and bottle, you grabbed at his arm trying to see the damage you caused but instead met a firm chest as Steve held you close.

“Chingate Steve, dejame ver, let me see your arm you fucking asshole.” You pushed away from him as you removed his suit to look at his arm, he began to caress your face you ignored him as you ripped away at his shirt.

“This doesn’t change anything you know, I’m fucking pissed at you asshole,” You looked up at Steve who only showed love in his eyes, “You’re lucky I don’t file for an annulment.”

Steve felt the breath being squeezed out of him, just the idea of you not being with him scared him.

“Baby, I promise you with all that I have and to my last breath that I was never with her, I’ve only ever loved you and I promise you that everything she said was a lie.” Steve was outright begging at this point trying to make you believe him, and you knew Steve you’ve always known Steve.

“Of course, I know, don’t be a pendejo about this I know you, Steve, I did doubt you, but I know that disrespecting me and us like that is not in you.”

You looked away seeing Bucky pick up the gun you had used on Steve as he pocketed away, he caught your eye and nodded at you and Steve as if to ask if you were okay. You knew he wasn’t asking about your injuries, so you nodded at him, he inclined his head and turned to Sam slapping him in the back which made the other man yelp and punches him back.

“Steve yo te amo, and I know you, I’ve always known what type of man you are,” You pushed up, your foot complained against it, but you brushed your lips against his which made him melt at your touch, “I love you.”

Steve let the tension out, kissing you passionately as if he were trying to engrave your memory into his brain.

“I love you too.”

#steve rogers x oc #positivity sleepover #steve rogers x reader angst #steve x reader #steve rodgers x reader #steve rogers x reader #plus size ofc #plus size character #plus size oc #steve rodgers imagine #captain america #james bucky barnes #mafia au

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meowydoe · 11 months

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me when i wait for the drop

[O/C/M/N] :

Secure all your items, strap in, and hold on for the ride!

And keep your hands inside

Oh, it’s about to begin, I’m bursting within

Climbing, rising higher, feel my face against the wind

Looking down and in awe at the ants caught in their everyday strive

[N] :

My god,

This ride this like my life!

Take me up and away,

Above this small town cliche

[O/C/M/N] :

To leave this place behind, oh, I’m just waiting for the day!

When at the top of the peak, there’s a moment where you’re kind of the world!

And suddenly you’re hurled

Over, up, and then down

Towards the carnival ground

Scream, enjoy the crazy twisted symphony of sound

Oh, how I love to hear

Every kind of music!

[M/N] :

Blasting in my ears

[O/C] :

Guns n Roses,

Chopped Diva,

The Beatles,

And Calliope! (?)

[O/C/M/N] :

It smells like cotton candy!

[M/N] :

Corn dogs and rancid beers

[O/C] :

Colored lights and people screaming

What is real, and what is dreaming

[O/C/M/N] :

Take me higher!

No, no

[M/N] :

I never wanna stop!

[O/C] :

Stomach turning, falling money

Kinda freaky, kinda funny

[O/C/M/N] :

Ticka ticka

Wooooaah!

Just-a waiting for the drop

[O/C/M/N/R/J] :

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Aaaaaaaaaah!

[J] :

Aah aah aah aah

Aaaaahh!!

[O] :

Oh, whippin’ and spinnin’

And something doesn’t feel quiet right!

[M] :

A blur of colored light

[O/C] :

Dizzy, whirling around

Oh, where is the ground?

[N] :

My heart is in my throat I feel my chest begin to pound

[O/C/M/N] :

Oh!

Bright lights ahead, and we’re spinning

And then suddenly black!

[C] :

What happened to this track?

[N] :

Did they set it up right?

[M] :

That’s why my knuckles are white!

[O/C/M/N/R] :

We’re flying, floating forward

That’s a blinding yellow light!

[K] :

At 6:19, this same roller coasters front axel would break

Causing it to derail at the apex of the loop-de-loop

Hurdling the children to their deaths

Tonight, I wish to give them the chance to express not what they were perceived to be, but what they dreamt they were

[O/C/M/N/R] :

And then you’re sailing through space

You don’t know up from down

And you feel a little strange

From all that’s spinning round

And everything you loved

And everything you dreamed

And everything you feared

And everything that seemed so oh so terrifying

It’s far behind on the ground

Like our far from the city little itty bitty pretty hometown

Just a teeny tiny dot

On a wee blue ball

And we’ve all been spinning

[M/N/R] :

All been spinning..

[O/C/M/N/R] :

Round and round and round

And round and round

Round and round

And round and round and round

And round and round

Round and round

And-

[M/N/R] :

Every kind of music

Blasting in my ears

[O/C] :

All those colored lights!

Oh, oh, oooh

[M/N/R] :

Cotton candy, and rancid beers

[O/C] :

Gotta wear shades ‘cause the future’s so bright

And oooh

[M/N/R] :

Take me higher!

No, I never wanna stop

[O/C] :

Nothin’s gonna bring me down!

Dooown

[M/N/R] :

Take me up, right up to the top!

[O/C] :

Ah!

Never put my feet on the ground

Yeah-oooh

[M/N/R] :

And every kind of music blasts in my ears

[O/C] :

Life was about to start..

Oh, oh, ooooh

[M/N/R] :

Cotton candy, and rancid beers

[O/C] :

We never should’ve got into the rickety cart…

Oh nooo

[M/N/R] :

Take me higher-

[O/C/M/N/R] :

WAIT!

Are we still on the track?

UH OH!

Felt that drop..

Now I know..

Woooaah!

Oh, we’re never going back!

[O/C/M/N/R/J] :

ARE WE

EVER

GOING

BACK?

#ride the cyclone #rtc #ride the cyclone musical #ocean o'connell rosenberg #noel gruber #mischa bachinski #ricky potts #jane doe rtc #constance blackwood #ride the cyclone 2018 #waiting for the drop #waiting for the drop rtc #dolly’s dialogue

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bornchaos · 2 months

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◜⠀ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒⠀⠀⠀ —⠀⠀ ،،̲ just some 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 about coraline that are too small to have on a single post ﹗ .

quick peek at her playlists : eminem , dr dre , nwa , snoop dogg , ice cube , 50 cent , 2pac , biggie , fugees , tone loc , ll cool j / ac/dc , metallica , the doors , alice cooper , black sabbath , guns n roses , judas priest , deep purple , pink floyd , led zepplin , iron maiden , van halen / chuck berry , frank sinatra , the everly brothers , jerry lee lewis , peggy lee , fats domino , bill hayley & his comets , elvis presley , little richard .

has a cheap car to get around . she enjoys having a car , likes going on calming rides outside the city &. completely revels in the freedom that the car brings , knowing that at any moment she could just take off without looking back . however , 95% of the time she'll pout at having to drive , she's more about getting driven around ; she's a passenger princess , it's a disease &. it's fatal , pouts everytime she has to get behind a wheel .

loves reading books , libraries were a netural space growing up on the streets &. it provided major comfort &. security , it's there where she learned russian &. greek . it's a love that never faded , in her down time if she isn't drawing / painting , doing something creative , girl has a book in her hand .

LOVES philosophy &. the histories , discovered them as a kid &. never looked back - go on , ask her about the history of the arts , make her year ( you'll never get her to shut up )

coraline has bad periods , like , cripplingly bad . girl has been stabbed , shot , tortured - turned inside out emotionally &. physically , yet nothing on planet earth , not even crimson can ever come close to the crippling pain that comes once a month because of her bitch of a uterus . this leaves her very vunerable &. the ONLY people who can see her during this time is alejandro &. natalia , if you manage to make the list where you're alone with her during this month , you've made it , congradulations !

doesn't matter how much time passes , in a bar her go to order is a double shot of vodka &. coke ; it's like muscle memory . loves her gin &. whiskeys , but vodka has a special place in her soul . in later canon , she does come to love the expensive wines &. champagne - her favourite cocktail continues to be blue lagoon .

coraline tilts her head all the time , no matter the situation , chances are its going to happen - when something funny happens , something confusing , or someone says something so stupid all she wants to do is throw a punch in their direction , it's all emotions / situations - a head tilt is soon to follow . she's actually done this since she was a toddler &. just never stopped - i like to think it's something that ties her to eletta ( imagine henry speaking , just for coraline to tilt her head &. the wind gets knocked out of him when he sees his mother looking back at him in a face that doesn't at all resemble his own . )

sings in the shower , without fail , girlie puts on concerts - has imagined herself accepting all the music awards .

#headcanon.#idk just some lil things :(

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girlactionfigure · 2 years

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I never thought I’d share this publicly. Never thought anyone would even know what the heck I’m talking about.

Thanks to TikTok, Yerachmiel Begun and the Miami Boys Choir is now the most viral thing on the worldwide web.

If you have not been following this hilarious story, basically, someone opened a TikTok account for the choir and started posting old videos of their concerts.

Somehow, one of them went completely viral. No clue how.

But it didn’t stop with TikTok. You see, on TikTok, you can duet a video with a reaction. All of a sudden, hundreds, maybe thousands of people, mostly non Jews started dueting this one song about Jerusalem.

It went so viral that someone opened a Twitter account just for the duets. That too is now going viral.

I never thought my entire TikTok and Twitter feeds would ever be full of Miami boys choir.

As I’m writing these words, I’m sitting in my living room, my wife next to me on her phone watching all the duets and my son on the other couch also watching the duets. My house is full of Miami Boys Choir!

I can’t.

So what was I referring to in the beginning?

Well, when I was around 11 years old, one Sunday, I went to Brooklyn with Avi Newmark to try out for Miami boys choir. His dad actually drove us.

This was literally one of the most monumental moments of my childhood.

You see, in elementary school when everyone was walking around with their cool Walkmans (yea yea, I’m ancient!) listening to Guns N Roses or Metallica, I was secretly listening to Miami Boys Choir. I say secretly because I was so embarrassed that that’s the kind of music I loved. Pretty sure I even lied about it when asked what I was listening to.

I had a few friends and neighbors who were in the choir. They were my idols. Not even kidding.

So when I heard there were tryouts, I knew I had to go. So I did.

I remember every detail. I remember what song I sang. I remember the feeling when Yerachmiel announced the names of the kids who were accepted. I was not on that list.

I wasn’t going to give up on my dream so easily so I approached him after everyone had left and asked why I wasn’t accepted. He told me my voice wasn’t mature enough.

All I heard was “You didn’t make it this time but you have what it takes so you will make it in the future.”

Anyway, till today, I think that experience traumatized me. Not even kidding. You have to understand. It was my childhood dream! If you know the song, Mr. Tanner by Harry Chapin, that song is about me and Miami Boys Choir. If you don’t know it, it’s a great song!

Some people dream of owning a sports car. Others dream of being president. I dreamed of being in Miami Boys choir.

I’ll post some funny links in the comments but just figured I’d share this highly personal memory from my childhood.

Good times.

Hillel Fuld

youtube

#Tik Tok #miami boys choir #Youtube

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rosetheex-editor · 7 months

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(OOC WARNING: SUICIDE ATTEMPT)

[Video transcript begin.]

[The transcript begins with someone kicking a bed multiple times, swearing until they fall to the ground. They pick up their phone and hop in a wheelchair before rolling around the room looking for something, before grabbing a metal box. Inside a gun with 1 bullet.]

?: found it…

[Voice identified: Rose.]

Rose: i'm keeping one promise… just not the other…

[Rose begins crying, her voice shaking with her hand as her phone rings. she looks at the phone sighing before putting it back in position, more tears flow down as she shakily speaks.]

Ro: n- not now ness…

[Rose continues to shake, the tears flowing faster by the minute this continues for 10 minutes until Rose snaps screaming out of pure despair.]

Ro: WHY CAN'T I DO IT… WHY NOW! I JUST WANT TO SEE MY BIG SISTER…

[Rose's eye catches something on the dim computer screen, a video from the USB drive attached to the computer. The file reads "Happy_birthday.mp4" Rose puts the gun down slightly and opens the file.]

[It begins with someone popping up from under a table, they look sad but happy at the same time as if at peace. They have two bright green eyes, medium brown hair glasses and freckles, they wave before finally speaking.]

?: Happy birthday little sis!

[Voice identified: Ruby]

Ro: r- ruby…

Ru: Hey um… If you're seeing this, I'm probably dead? Or I just thought it would be really funny…

[Ruby laughs, but it's somber almost as if knowing the second option wasn't going to happen. Rose continues sobbing but it's quiet as if not to interrupt Ruby despite it being a video.]

Ru: This isn't gonna be long! but there is some stuff I want to get off my chest… I don't have long before they catch me, I had a kid…

[Ruby begins tearing up, as Rose continues crying the video is cut at the right moment to leave out a name but ruby continues talking.]

Ru: And I know they are going to do great things… And when you get out… I want you to be their godmother.

[Rose pauses the video, before completely breaking down. The gun is now thrown on the floor, the only light in the room coming from the computer and the TV which is muted. Rose continues watching.]

Ru: And now on to you… I forgive you for our fight, don't feel bad for what happened. It's not your fault, Just know.

[Someone can be heard trying to open the doors to the room Ruby is in, Ruby speeds up but is just slow enough she can be understood. Tears begin flowing down Ruby's eyes making them an even brighter green as she continues.]

Ru: And I love you! Because despite everything you are my baby sister Rose… And NOTHING will ever change that… Goodbye.

Ro: NO NO NO N-

[The video ends, Rose now sobbing on her keyboard as her phone continues ringing, This continues for 45 minutes before the transcript automatically ends.]

[End transcript.]

#showfall ask blog #encoreverse blog

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dangan-kagura · 7 months

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I think my biggest misgiving with your "Why I Don't Like Ibuki Mioda" post is simply that heavy metal =/= death metal. There are many subgenres of "heavy metal" that Ibuki could logically land in without landing in "death metal," and the few song titles of hers that we know of (aside from that one "I thought up a new song" moment) don't seem to align with the usual themes of death metal - those being the infamous "I Squeezed Out the Baby But Have No Idea Who the Father Is" and the less-funny "From Me to You Too." On the flip side, though, you've got two screenshots in there of quotes from her that sound "death metal"-ish, at least. So you do that have that on your side. But I've always taken Ibuki to be more of the general "heavy metal/metal" than "death metal." Because it's just like you say - the death metal genre simply doesn't fit her personality and vibes. It doesn't make sense to me for that to be her selected area of expertise. But let me step back to address the comment I made to that post earlier and your subsequent reply: If you want to know why/how Hope's Peak would let Ibuki just play whatever bizarre genre she likes instead of making her adhere to the genre that got her the "Ultimate Musician" distinction, I think we can easily answer that. Because throughout the canon games and official AUs (meaning "Ultimate Talent Development Program" and Danganronpa S), Hope's Peak never provides much direction OR discipline to their chosen students. They believe in allowing the students they scout to "develop their talent" however they damn well please... up to and including methods that actively interfere with the school's own campus and classes, apparently. So of course the board of Hope's Peak wouldn't care if she was over there doing *literally anything* as long as it was vaguely music-related. They don't even make these people attend classes, for god's sake. If Ibuki wanted to stand in a field and repeatedly bang a flute into her head, I doubt they'd object. Because they kinda suck? :P Ah, but you brought up Hiyoko, so of course I've gotta waste text on HER too. A least-fave character of mine, but a favorite topic of mine all the same. I've also long questioned whether Hiyoko's "bullies" even exist, given that A) Saionji is such an unreliable source of information in general and B) like, how? How would anyone "bully" someone who is so incredibly cruel and aggressive? Would they not be swiftly destroyed in response? How does anyone bully someone who is such a vicious bully herself? I guess I just haven't ever seen it done in RL, but that doesn't mean it's impossible - especially in fiction. (As to "Why would someone like Hiyoko like squishing ants?" I'd simply say "Based on all available evidence, she greatly enjoys tormenting anything and anyone weaker than her.")

I don't know how to best respond to your first paragraph, but I'll say this. I think it would've been better if Ibuki did try to make references to all sorts of rock bands, even the ones that aren't metal related, otherwise, I can only see her as the type that is only limited to a specific subgenre. I personally think Ibuki would fit perfectly with the Guilty Gear setting which has all sorts of classic rock and metal references. As a former fan of Guilty Gear, I probably could tolerate Ibuki just a little bit if she was canonically into the same kind of bands Guilty Gear has made reference to (e.g. Queen, Iron Maiden, Guns 'N' Roses). And from my experience, Guilty Gear hasn't made any references to modern rock (except maybe in the Xrd games) so back when I was a fan, I didn't have to worry about any of that screamo crap.

That second paragraph, I think I understand what you meant a little better. But Hope's Peak aside, I still think Ibuki is one of those characters that needs more character development. I've read that lots of fans were disappointed with the DR3 despair arc since it didn't really provide much depths for the backstories for Class 77-B. And compared to everyone else's free time events, Ibuki's FTEs don't have much details about her backstory since they were all about her trying to cheer Hajime up. Just saying that she got hit in the head with coconuts and going to a different country on an illegal fishing boat doesn't really provide anything related to her music career. And the fact that she went to Shiba Academy which is an all-girls school only gives me an idea as to why Ibuki is bisexual, if she went to an all-girls school, Ibuki grew up with less boys in her life and at some point found herself sexually into girls. I'm not complaining about that fact, it's a little interesting for other reasons.

As for Hiyoko, I've read that "her chosen bloodline was constantly targeted by conspiracies and assassinations due to jealous people. As a child, she constantly suffered cruel and even life-threatening pranks and threats, like having pins in her shoes, dead mice scattered all over her bed, and poisoned food." That's how I assumed Hiyoko grew up with a bullying problem. Meaning when she was very little, Hiyoko probably didn't have that spoiled brat personality, but because she was a target for assassins and bullies as the heiress of the Saoinji Clan, at some point in her life, she developed her own bullying as a self-defense to protect herself. And when she attended Golden Light Girl's Institute, "it's heavily implied that she never had any friends due to growing a mean and distrustful personality in order to defend herself in the past." Some of these are mentioned in her free time events.

This Amino post should include some info on Hiyoko's past.

This character analysis video by Weeby Newz should also help in a way.

#danganronpa #sdr2 #ibuki mioda #hiyoko saionji #super danganronpa 2 #goodbye despair #blog #ask blog #ibuki's music #ibuki mioda music #hopey mchope

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