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writingintheshadowsforever · 6 months

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It Was Real For Me Too Monica Rambeau x Reader

Summary: Monica is convinced you hated every second being trapped in Wanda's hex with her. In reality she couldn't be more wrong if only she gave you the chance to explain.

Carol raised a single eyebrow walking into the storage room of her ship. Where she kept all her extra cargo and miscellaneous items to see Monica rummaging around. The sound of stuff falling from the shelves along with someone whispering curse words is what drew her there. She already knew the identity of the culprit considering they were only four people on her ship counting herself.

You were off playing twenty questions with Kamala, and she was sure the young girl was taking notes for her fanfiction. That only left one person, and she'd been scarce from the moment you arrived on the ship.

"Is there something I can help you find?" Carol asked smirking when Monica jumped a little bit.

She threw a quick glare at the superhero who was still more of a mother figure to her. Then went back to searching through various boxes on the floor without a word. Her relationship was already rocky since the two still haven't worked through the abandonment issue, but it only got worse. When Carol decided to call you in to assist on the mission without consulting her first.

"Mon come on you're not the one who has to reorganize all this later" Carol pleaded.

"Do you have any liquor or wine on this ship?"

"I do but you won't find it here."

Monica stood up and turned around with a frustrated huff. "Where will I find it then?"

"I'll tell you if you answer a few questions."

Monica shook her head in refusal. "You owe me Carol you don't get to holdout on me."

"I do if you want the only bottle of wine I have plus I need to know what's going with you with what's at stake with this mission. Why does y/n being here bother you so much?"

"Its that obvious huh."

Carol nodded.

Monica let out a groan taking a seat on large container. She tried really hard to keep her cool once she realized you were on the ship. But then the two of you locked eyes, and it was her first time seeing you in almost a year. Her heart skipped a few beats as her legs turned into jelly when you hit her with that dazzling smile. The term absence makes the heart grow fonder couldn't be more true in this situation. She'd hope the time spent apart from you would've done the opposite, and erase her feelings for you. They just got stronger.

"I really don't want to talk about it Carol" Monica tried.

"Too bad y/n won't give me anything out of respect for you, and like I said I need to know what I'm dealing with here." Carol persisted not sounding apologetic at all. She was probably enjoying it in some weird way, because now Monica didn't have a choice but to confide in her a little bit.

Monica took a deep breath trying to figure out a way to explain her situation-ship with you without giving away too much. "You know I got trapped in a witch's hex right?"

"Yeah the one that gave you your powers right" Carol said following along.

"Well I kinda left out the part where y/n got trapped in it with me, and we were basically a couple doing couple things. Until I triggered Wanda's memory and she sent me packing." Monica explained hoping she didn't have to elaborate beyond that.

Carol frowned for a second before her eyes widened in shock only for a look of amusement to take over in the end. "Seriously aren't the two of you like best friends?"

"Yeah."

"Okay I get how it that could be weird at first, but it’s been a year. How haven't you two worked this out by now?"

Monica gave no reply and suddenly the container she was sitting on became ten times more interesting.

"Unless there's something else going on you haven't told me" The blonde woman added. A teasing tone in her voice to match the playful smirk on her face.

"Nope there is nothing else to tell" Monica lied. "You know what forget about the wine. Let's just go back to the mission."

She tried to scurry past Carol but a hand reached out catching her by the arm. Her grip strong and while she may have powers none of them let her match Captain Marvel's strength.

"Carol please just drop it."

"Let's go get the wine you're going to need it."

A Few Hours Later

Carol allowed Monica to drink enough to relax her a little bit before cutting her off. She probably would've finished off the bottle if she wasn't stopped. Carol had an idea or two of what was really going on, but decided it was just better until they got the coordinates from Kamala's mind to the next destination. Before trying to get the two of you to work through the issue. She could tell right away you weren't going to the problem in the matter.

You lit up with joy when she walked into the main hub of the ship with Monica in tow. "About time I thought you two were trying to sneak off without us or something."

Carol walked over to retrieve four head-gear contraptions that looked like a head-massager helmet. She gave one out to each of you explaining the process. "This will let us access Kamala's memories and see what she saw on the ship. No need to fear or worry I use it all the time trying to recover the memories. The Kree took me."

Monica shot her a look of sympathy. "Still."

Carol nodded sliding the head piece on.

"Wait will be able too see each other's memories as well?" You asked twisting it around in your hands.

"Yeah but as long as you don't focus on a particular memory too much. We'll be fine and won't be pulled into something else" Carol instructed.

For the first time both you and Monica squirmed a little bit glancing at each other nervously. You put the head piece on after along with Kamala, while your best friend still hesitated.

"Mon come on you got this" You encouraged her softly.

She took a deep breath letting your words wash over her and take effect. All of her worries seemed to disappear just like old times whenever you were by her side. You always looked after her if she fell you'd catch her. She put the head piece on.

Carol took the spacious couch with Kamala by her side. You laid down beside Monica for moral support. It was the first time the woman allowed you to be this close to her since you arrived on the ship. All four of you closed your eyes at the same time letting your minds link to each other. Kamala went back to the first fight with Dar-Benn. You were absent for the showdown, so you took in every single detail not just the coordinates. Carol told you that her powers were linked to Monica's and Kamala's.

You didn't know what she meant until now watching the fight play out. The three of them switching places whenever the other used their light-based powers. Carol brought you in because of your past with Kree she figured you could offer her an inside look on whar Dar-Benn's plan might be. The memory-sharing moved along smoothly as all three of you got a glimpse at the map.

Kamala played the memory back in slow-motion so you three could memorize it. Carol's mind went haywire letting her memories bleed into Kamala's throwing the three of you back into the past. The days of the Blip Carol and and Maria sitting on the front porch of Monica's childhood home talking about Monica, and other things.

Of course Monica freaked out trying to pull out, but not being able too. "Carol stop I don't want to remember this."

"I'm sorry I'm not doing this on purpose." Carol attempted to rein the memories again, but the door was open letting every moment flood out. Including the one where she promised a eleven-year old Monica she'd see her soon. All of you knew how that promise ended.

"Carol that's enough." Monica was begging now her voice cracking as the memory switched to her mother on her deathbed. Without thinking about you took her hand in yours squeezing it.

"Breathe Mon it's okay."

Carol's memories were pushed aside as a new wave took over overpowering her. They belonged to Monica and all of them were with you. The first day you and her met when Nick Fury called you in to help Monica deal with the aftermath of being blipped. Her breaking down in your arms after finding out about Maria's death. All the nights you spent holding her to chase the nightmares away, because your presence was the only thing that could soothe her. The memories were nothing new to you, and innocence. Monica panicked as she felt her control slip though, and memories you might've not been aware of appeared. "How do I stop this."

Now all four of you were back in Westview and while you were aware of what Wanda 's actions. This memory was new to you Monica in her S.W.O.R.D. uniform racing through the neighborhood. She ran right past the home she shared with you in the hex in a rush to get to Wanda. But you were still under mind control walking out the house dressed in high-waist jeans, and a long-sleeved blue shirt.

"Monica honey where did you go?" You called out to her.

She paused upon hearing your voice, and her heart swelled from the adoring look in your eyes. You were so in love for her, but none of it was real. She wished it was.

"You've been gone for a few days. you missed the fall festival did I do something wrong?" You blinked away a few tears as your smile wavered. You were hurt and confused by her disappearance.

Monica told herself back then what she was about to do was completely necessary. There was no harm in keeping the charade going as she wasn't sure of what would happened. If you came to your senses right now. You needed reassurance so that's what she gave you.

"Oh sweetheart you did nothing wrong you could never." Monica said turning back around to close the distance, and take your face in her hands. "You're perfect y/n God you're so freaking perfect I don't deserve you." Her words became more and more sincere as she went on her voice dripping with love.

"Monica-"

She cut off your words with her heartfelt kiss an arm gripping your waist as you melted. Her lips melded perfectly against yours just like all the other times. She pulled away slowly panting with her emotions running high. "I love you. I'll always love you y/n never doubt that okay."

You nodded touching your forehead too hers.

The memory came to an end only for another wave of them to hit. Your grip on her hand was so tight now her hand had gone numb. The two of you dancing in the house. Monica twirling you around by the hand with a happy smile. You climbing into bed with her snuggling up to her until her arms opened. A few more slipped through as Carol and Kamala stayed silent through it all.

"Enough of this." Monica cried tearing her hand free from yours to rip the head piece off bringing the session to an end.

You followed suit eyes flying open to find the spot beside you vacant. Monica was already headed to the the back of the ship.

"Um I'm just going to go stare into space." Kamala said not meeting your eyes. The young girl went over to the pilot seat.

"Don't touch anything Kamala I'll be over in a second" Carol yelled.

"Okay Captain" she replied.

Carol figured she'd start with you first blocking your path to the ship's hangar. "You need to go talk to her."

"She ran away before I could or did you not see that. She's been running from me for nearly a year now Carol" You argued.

"Well maybe it's time you start chasing her y/n." Carol shot back not backing down.

You threw your hands in the air with a humorless chucke. "As if it would make a difference Monica has been avoiding this conversation since Wanda's hex. There is no point even if I corner her she's not going to tell me the truth. I've tried, and all she does is dance around the topic. Until I drop it, you think I enjoy living like this. It sucks not having her around anymore. I went from seeing every single day to once every blue moon." You slammed your hand down on her work table, making it tremble. "Why don't you go try?"

Carol didn't stop you from walking past her this time, noting the watery eyes. She made her way over to Monica, sitting on the floor with her back against the wall. Out of view from the rest of you. She sensed Carol's presence the second the blonde woman walked into the space, and let out a sigh of exasperation.

Carol held up a hand to stop her protesting before she could a word out. "Don't tell me you're fine and nothing is wrong. That's a lie and both us of know it."

"Fine how about I don't want to talk about it" Monica grumbled.

"That's not a luxury you have at this point whatever is going is clouding your judgement right now. A teenage girl has been entrusted into our care, and we made a promise to get her back home in one piece. Which means next time we go into field you and y/n's heads need to be on straight." Carol gave her no other choice sliding down against the wall into a sitting position right next too her. Monica scooted over with a huff.

"Why don't you start from the beginning this time" Carol suggested.

"I was a complete wreck when I came back from being blipped. Just thrown back into the world so different than when I left. My mother was dead, and I never got the chance to say goodbye. On top of that I lost five years of my life, and then I have to hear how Captain Marvel swooped down from space to save the day in the fight with Thanos. I waited for you Carol." Monica paused lifting her head to look Carol in the eyes letting her see the tears gathered in hers.

She realized this wasn't just about dealing with her emotions for you, but was the much needed therapy session about Carol abandoning her for all those years. "I returned to mom's old home in Louisiana hoping you'd show up at some point. I told myself you were going to come back and apologize. Help me get through what happened, but you never did."

"Monica" Carol whispered her name with guilt laced in her voice. "I was bus-."

"Don't you dare" Monica cried the tears not falling from her eyes. "Don't you dare use the same old excuse I was too busy saving the universe. If we're going to have this conservation I want the truth. You want me to be honest about y/n then you're gonna have to be honest with me. Why didn't you ever come back before Thanos?" She fell silent with hardened eyes determined to get an answer.

How did the topic switch from you to her? Monica was like a daughter too her, and she knew she owed the younger woman answers for her absence all those years. But honestly Carol was hoping she'd be able to avoid the conservation a little longer. She wished they could just skip it, and an apology would suffice. But it was obvious Monica wasn't going to let that happen. She wanted an explanation.

"Okay fine you deserve the truth so I'll give it too you" Carol agreed. Letting a few minutes past by before continuing she needed to find the right words.

"Carol come on."

"I did a lot of bad things okay" Carol blurted out.

Monica furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "What."

The blonde woman looked away not wanting to her surrogate daughter’s eyes anymore as she went on. "I know people think heroes can do know wrong, and even when we do. It was necessary or just a mistake, but that's not always true. I acted recklessly trying to fix a problem and only made things worst. The Kree call me the Annihilator and I hate that name with a passion because I deserve it Monica. I destroyed their home, their way of life, and then spent years punishing them for my mistake. I felt guilty and ashamed that's why I stayed away for so long. You looked up to me more than anything. Maria told me that no matter how many heroes there were I'd always be your favorite. I couldn't face you knowing I didn't deserve your admiration anymore."

A single tear escaped sliding down her face Carol acted fast too wipe it away. An arm wrapped around her shoulder, and Monica pulled her in coaxing Carol into dropping her head on her shoulder. She rested her own head on top of her childhood hero's. "Don't be ridiculous Carol you had no way of knowing that your actions would lead to all this. You were just trying to help which is all we can ever do. Sometimes we get it right and other times we get it wrong. No one is perfect." Her words brought peace to Captain Marvel's heart as the weight of her mistakes finally vanished. She couldn't stop the rest of the tears if she wanted to, so Carol just left them fall. The two of them stayed like that a little longer basking in their reconciliation.

"Y/N was the one who got me through it all" Monica finally whispered. Her arm tightening around Carol's shoulder. "She was like this bright star shining my dark and starless world. A beacon of hope bringing me back to life giving me reassurance every step of the way. That somehow I'd be okay again. I'd smile and it would be real one day. It was impossible for me not to fall for her you know."

"So what happened that led to this? Did it start in the hex?" Carol questioned.

"No it was before the hex originally they sent me out on the mission alone, but then Fury asked y/n too tag alone. He was still worried about me. I didn't know what we were walking into, but I had this weird feeling. After everything I lost I wasn't going to risk walking into danger without her knowing the truth. So I kissed her before we left for the mission." Monica took a deep breath pulling her arm away to bury her face into her hands.

Carol rubbed her back trying to give her some comfort. "And" she prompted not wanting to lose her now.

"She pushed me away" Monica whispered. "I knew right then she didn't feel the same. So I ran not wanting to give her the chance to formally reject me. I wouldn't have been able to handle it, and I still don't know if I can Carol."

"Moni-"

"No I don't think you get it every moment between us in that hex felt real, and it felt right to me. Sometimes I wonder if I could've broken free earlier than I what I did, but deep down I knew being with her in that capacity was the closest I'd ever get to being with her. So I let myself stay under mind's control on purpose. And for y/n when she came out she probably felt so violated. That moment when I went back into the hex I never thought she would find out about it. I confessed my love to her because I knew it'd stay between me and Wanda."

Thanks to the memory-sharing device you saw it, and knew the truth. How was she supposed to face now? The idea of discussing the events of the hex terrified her before. Now it seemed like an impossible feat.

"You run from her because you're afraid your truth is too much for her." Carol started pausing for a deep breath, and to lift Monica's head by the chin to catch her eyes. "But the more you run from her, the more you hurt her, and that I do understand."

Monica sighed as a whole conservation passed between her, and her surrogate aunt just by eyesight.

"I'm not going to force you to talk to her now, but please don't make her wait too much longer." Carol let Monica get settled against her again. The two of them staying there for just a little longer.

A Few Hours Later

The ship finally touched down at the landing port in Aladna, and despite Carol's weird behavior about the unfamiliar planet. Monica couldn't get off fast enough eager to escape being within close quarters with you. She promised Carol that after the four of you succeeded with stopping Dar-Benn and retrieving the second bangle. She'd sit down and have a much-needed conservation with you even if heartbreak was the end result.

That was her plan. Too bad you were done waiting around.

Carol walked the ramp with explaining to Kamala how things worked on Aladna. Monica hung back searching for you, and just when she thought maybe you had already exited the ship. You materialized out of thin air leaning up against the wall by the ramp. Arms crossed over your chest with a deadpan expression.

Monica jumped a bit cursing herself for forgetting invisibility was one of your powers. She frowned wondering why you weren't following Carol and Kamala. She got her answer when she took a few more steps forward, and you threw out an arm blocking her path.

"Carol you two go ahead. We'll go catch up" You said catching Monica by the waist as she attempted to go around you. She went still in your hold.

"Sure thing y/n don't take too long." Carol replied ignoring Monica's desperate plea for help. She walked out of sight with a giddy Kamala.

"That's up to you" You told Monica pulling your arm back.

"Y/N we really don't have time for this" she insisted. "We can do this later-"

You cut her off with a scoff. "You say that now but the second this mission is over, and we're back on Earth. You're going to runaway again putting as much distance between the two of us as possible. No more running Mon."

"Okay fine let's get this over" Monica exclaimed throwing her hands in the air. She turned around walking back into the center of the ship. "Go ahead and tell me how much you don't want to be with me, since you're so ready to reject me." She was yelling now with tears falling down her face.

You regarded her with sympathy as your face softened. "Oh Monica" you whispered right behind her. Her back was still you as she refused to turn around. "Monica look at me please" You tried again.

"No" she murmured.

You ran a hand through your hair with a sigh of exasperation. "There you go again assuming things. That's what got us here in the first place you know. You assumed I was going to reject you after that first kiss."

Monica glanced over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow. "You eavesdropped" she accused offended.

"Not me" You said. "More like a bored sixteen-year old teenager who was left to entertain herself alone far too long."

Kamala came bounding over to the work table you were sitting at tinkering with some machine-part. Rambling how she didn't mean to listen in on Carol and Monica's private conservation, but she was searching for the bathroom. The young girl just happened to walk past the two of them talking and like any other teenager couldn't resist juicy gossip. She continued on saying it wasn't right for her to repeat anything she heard back to you, but then again it'd be a crime for her not to. Because Kamala was sure you and Monica were meant to be, so she was just doing her duty making sure you had all the necessary information. Then she finally told you what she heard before you could stop her. You didn't get a single word in during the entire encounter.

"I'm going to kill her" Monica muttered.

"Her parents won't like that, and her mom kind of scares me so you're on your own if you do." Neither of you could resist the urge to chuckle.

"What did you mean? You're telling me I'm supposed to believe there was going to be a different outcome. After you pushed me away when I kissed you."

Your smile faltered with Monica getting the conservation back on track. "Monica I wasn't rejecting you which you would've known if you gave me time to explain."

"Then what was it?"

"I pushed you away because the timing didn't feel right to me. I mean of course I had feelings for you. Still do in fact" You were quick to correct yourself. "I just wanted to be sure you felt the same for me, and wasn't trying to use me as a distraction."

Monica went through a plethora of emotions through your confession. Hurt when referred to your feelings in the past tense. Relief when you made it clear those feelings were still present. Last confusion when you dared to say she would do something so sick in her eyes. After everything she'd been through in her life the idea of hurting you in such a way made her sick to her stomach. "Why would you think that?"

"Monica" You spoke her name softly moving so you were standing in front of her now. Bringing a hand to rest upon her cheek smiling when she didn't pull away. "You were battling so many emotions back then between the grief of your mother's death, and the resentment from Carol's abandoning you. I didn't know if there was enough room for you to love me, or if you were just looking for an escape from the crushing burdens. If you had given me the chance I would've told you to give it time. After the mission was over we could take sometime to ourselves, and figure things out."

You stepped back with a light shrug. "But you never gave me a chance, and I thought the hex might've made things easier considering what we went through in there. It just made the situation worse."

Monica stood in the exact same spot as you leaned back into the table behind you awaiting her response. She was stuck in a daze trying to process your words, what they meant, and what was going to happen now.

"So the hex...." Her voice trailed off as she hoped you caught on to what she was asking.

"It was real for me too Mon, and not in a bad way. I just really wished you had waited until I was out before confessing your love for me. I would've said it back."

"Can you say it back now?" Monica said pleading to hear those three words come out of your mouth. God knows she's been dreaming about this day for far too long.

"I love you Monica Rambeau, and I want to be with you more than anything in this world. I know you've been through so much, and hurt one too many times. And while I can't promise anything I do promise to do everything in my power to make sure. I'm never the reason for your pain if you're willing to take the risk." You said with your eyes locked onto hers with so much love in them.

You got your answer when Monica surged forward taking your face in her hands, pressing her lips to yours. In what became a desperate and breath-taking kiss as you matched her urgency wrapping both arms around her waist. Pulling her body to yours till there was no space left between the two of you. Her lips were soft but rough as they moved against yours. You moaned into her mouth letting her tongue slip inside, and it was never a battle as she seemed to let you win. For once in her life Monica was finally given the chance to just step back, and let someone else take control. And who better than the person who put her back together when she fell apart. The person who had been the missing puzzle piece in her life for the past couple of months.

Monica pulled away for a brief second panting pressing her forehead to yours. "I love you too" she breathed pressing another kiss to your swollen lips.

You nodded leaning in to capture them again as she ended it all too soon for your liking. Tightening your hold on her waist you kissed her a bit harder this time.

"Okay wow I really didn't need to see that" Carol's voice came from behind the two of you ruining the moment.

You pulled away too see Carol standing there holding the oversize hat with streamers attached to it in one hand. The other was covering Kamala's eyes. The young girl let out a squeal of excitement.

"Yes this is so going in my fanfiction" she commented.

"Uh no its not" Monica said ripping her lips away from yours, and whipping her head around.

"Please this would make such a good story I'm already thinking of a plot" Kamala pleaded. "I'll change your names."

"No-"

"Sure have at it kid." You gave her your blessing cutting off anymore of Monica's protests with one last parting kiss. She sighed into it with slight irritation.

I guess I owe you a few dates after this huh" Monica stated.

"You owe me more than a few but I'm a forgiving girl under the right circumstances."

Carol let out a low whistle gaining everyone’s attention. "Alright I'm thrilled the two of you were able to figure out your feelings for each other. In the midst of this chaos but we still have a villain to stop, and a planet to save."

"Okay, okay" Monica conceded stepping out of your arms. You followed suit standing up straight again. "Lead the way Captain Marvel."

"Oh and y/n don't think you're getting out of a threatening speech from me about what I'll do. If you hurt her" Carol reminded you pointing a stern finger at you.

You held up your hands in surrender as Monica stood in front of you shaking her head. Her and Carol went into a playful argument walking forward to the ramp. You followed with Kamala by your side holding out her fist for you to bump.

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or0ch1maru · 5 months

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Akatsuki Beach day HCs?(also include orochimaru if you don't mind) kisame is thriving

Anytime I think akatsuki and the beach I can only imagine absolute chaos

I’m loving all these fun and mushy scripts y’all are sending my way🖤🥺also, please don’t worry if it takes me a while to get to yours, my small business and my job(I work retail and it’s been a HOT MESS with Christmas right around the corner) tend to take up a lot of my time but I promise to get to every one you lovies send in<3

Okay, back to it..

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🐚so for starters I could see Konan being the main planner. Food, drinks, making sure they have enough of literally everything they could need, as well as making sure everybody wakes up on time to leave.

🐠then for the majority of the time they’re at the beach she would be found relaxing under an umbrella reading or watching everybody have a good time.

🦞pain on the other hand would be trying to stop deidara from blowing up Tobi. (I’ll elaborate further down)

🪸pain would definitely be the ‘dad’ of the group, making sure things aren’t getting too out of hand, and failing terribly at it. Zetsu lost a sandal? Just go barefoot, what’s the worst that could happen? He gets a splinter or a rock scrapes his heel. Feels bad when Zetsu starts crying about his foot hurting, would buy him ice cream as an apology.

🌊I imagine Zetsu as being a big softie. Just like Tobi he wouldn’t know what to do first. I also see him having a slight fear of water? Someone tries splashing him he’d close his leaves? Pinchers? Locking himself in his own shelter

☀️he’d find a bucket, a cup, literally anything and start collecting all the pretty shells he spots, even when the bucket gets full, he’ll start stuffing them in his pockets.

🪼our gentle masked comrade Tobi would refuse to take his mask off, let alone his shirt🥺

🐙poor thing couldn’t figure out what to do when they first arrived; go swimming? Build a sandcastle? Collect shells? Stare at the fish and other sea creatures showing themselves in the water? Nope, he decided on doing what he does best, piss off Deidara

🐬doesn’t even mean to do so, deidara is as explosive as his art so of course he’s going to get mad when Tobi accidentally gets sand in his hair.

🐋would retreat far into the ocean on a floaty, avoiding Tobi as much as possible. His hair would be tied up into a bun to keep the sea water from drying it out. Would most likely be those floaties with the little cup holder in it, probably with a beer can or sake in it.

🦭Sasori my man, I can imagine him working on a sandcastle. Using his skills to make a large one with details that would be tedious to anybody but him.

🦐he would volunteer to run up to the shops to grab things his comrades may want. No matter how small or stupid that item might be. Would buy small toys and presents in the gifts shops for everyone. He really enjoys walking through the board walk, will take a break and hang out on the pier for a bit before returning to the group.

🐚the zombie combo would both be talking and trying to pick up the gorgeous women who also decided to head to the beach that day. Hidan of course would be much more outgoing and flamboyant about it. Showing off his muscles and abs.

🐠Kakuzu on the other hand, all he’s gotta do is show off that one smirk of his to have them hypnotized. Wouldn’t care if one of them felt up on his scars or touched his hair. He won’t voice it, not even to Hidan, but he enjoys the attention, even if nothing comes of it.

🦈oh boy Kisame. Do I really have to say anything? As you said, he’d be THRIVING.

🦈would be moving through the water with ease, not even a ripple would be seen as he swims. Within minutes, sharks and other large sea animals would be seen following him around. He’d be so cute about it too, feeding them random shit he’d find, knowing what they want, or giving the sharks little boops on their noses(you can’t tell me you don’t see him doing this) and would be the main one to eat like 90% of the food Konan packed. She would make him join Sasori when going to the shops so he can stock up on everything he devoured.

🦞our sweet boy Itachi would pop into the water for a little bit before wandering off to the tide pools. He would find a patch of sand to sit on, watching as the sea stars and small fish go about their business as they wait for the tide to come back in

🪸would eventually get tired of being in the sun and lay out a towel next to Konan to hang out under the umbrella. They would talk or sit in silence, depends on how either of them are feeling that day.

•snake boy orochimaru would LATHER himself in sunscreen, you see how pale he is? (No offense, i love him) and he would also wear sunglasses to protect his eyes.

🌊I could see him complaining about the sun and trying to avoid it like the plague, acting as if the sun is the worst thing imaginable. Not one to express his feelings well if at all and uses his complaints to hide the fact that he’s actually having the time of his life. Would put a fish or eel in a jar, wanting to bring it back to the compound to keep as a pet until Konan tells him release it. Promising to take him to a pet store to get one there instead.

☀️towards the end of the day, moving into the early evening the whole group would play volleyball or fuck around in the water, splashing each other until everybody’s out of breath.

#akatsuki #orochimaru #konan headcanons #zetsu x reader #hidan headcanon #deidara x reader #kakuzu x reader #obito my beloved #orochimaru stories #kakuzu headcanons #sasori x reader #kisame headcanons

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Okay maybe I totally missed it in the story, but I’ve gotta ask: how did Jake find out about Ice and Mav?? I know there was a line about “figuring out who Bradley’s dads were” in Debriefing, and it seems like Jake definitely knows by the carrier for the mission, given how he reacts when Bradley says he’s gay and that they “hate him for not being able to hide it like them”, but when was the discussion about exactly what Ice and Mav are to each other? At what point did Bradley tell him, and how long did Jake spend staring at a wall and saying “huh” in a dazed sort of way???

i admit i made it confusing on purpose and i admit there isn’t much of jakes reaction but yes

it’s the third “he was my dad.” specifically about ice. whereas the other two are about goose & mav. because, you know, there are three of them. dads, that is. ice just happens to be the third

Jake canonically doesn’t know what’s up with the holy dad trinity because he doesn’t even react to seeing goose btwn ice (fucking cdr of the pacflt) and mav (his fucking CO) in that old top gun photo —only cares about goose. clueless-ass mf. and the homosexual little “what is with these two!” during the first practice dogfight.

but i bet there were clues. a lot of little things that eventually came together.

a.) scrolling through the navy times on his laptop in bed cause he’s bored one night, tilting it over so bradley can see the screen and read the headline, ‘RADM tom Kazansky named pacific fleet commander,’ just randomly asking “whaddaya make of this guy?” and next to him bradley freezes and almost refuses to speak and then snipishly says, “he’s gay.” / “what?” what a wild thing to say! / “i just know it. he’s gay. look at him. hiding it like that.” / “what a weird fucking thing to say about a guy you’ve never met, bradshaw!” / and bradley going all silent and sullen the way he does sometimes and saying “well i don’t think anything of him. whatever.” / and then both of them put it from their minds and never talk about it again.

B.) all the quiet little dad-related breakdowns over the years. Father’s Day is never happy when bradley’s around. jake made the mistake of asking him why, once. he said something to the effect of “well with three of them you’d think id be statistically likely to get a dad who wasn’t unbelievably fucked-up or dead but nope! it’s three times as bad as usual!” and refused to elaborate. bradley is often annoying this way.

c.) the fact that capt mitchell, maverick, who looks like a gracefully-aging movie star, is by all accounts nice and charming and mostly-ish respected, and yet apparently chronically single, a confirmed bachelor for as long as most officers can remember. hondo knows something, clearly, but he’s being very cagey about it, apparently out of loyalty to maverick. even on day ONE of the special training detachment at Top Gun, there are rumors. Some more mean-spirited than others (looking at you, harvard) which Jake tries to shut down, because he remembers being on the receiving end of mean-spirited rumors like that, and rumors about a guy like maverick probably aren’t true. ‘I’ve heard about him. Whispers. Watch him the next time we hit the Hard Deck. He’ll flirt with Penny the bartender, and she’ll flirt back, but he sure as hell won’t take her home. You know what I mean.’ Yeah right. dangerous to make comments about a man like maverick. jake keeps his mouth shut.

d.) but then there’s the way bradley acts around him. They’ve met before and they know each other and there is not only bad blood between them, it’s blood that’s been simmering for a while and just now boiling over. Three dads. the maverick-related rumors. hmm…

e.) that picture of goose and mav and ice. OKAY. Now we’re getting somewhere. Bradley’s dad… LTJG nick bradshaw… FLEW with maverick. Looks up the obituary online and reads the news reports he can find in the archives. Maverick was behind the stick when goose ate it. Okay. Two out of three dads found and accounted for. (Because they’re broken up, and because jakes still heartbroken, this fact will be used as ammunition. “Or that maverick was flying when his—“ “YOU SON OF A BITCH!” et cetera et cetera.)

f.) on the flight deck shaking hands with the commanding officer of every commanding officer jake has ever dad—admiral tom kazansky, come to wish the aviators good luck, and to sanction their attack. this is, like, a big deal. like a really big deal. like, makes you wanna stop and ask him for a selfie to post on your LinkedIn to advance your career kind of big deal. but out of the corner of his eye… jake’s noticing Bradley on the verge of a dad-related breakdown. bradley doesn’t seem to care how much of a big deal it is to have the privilege to shake the hand of the commander of the pacific fleet. isn’t even looking. something big and hateful between them. something like bad blood. oh oh oh. wait. It’s coming together.

g.) poking fun at him. psyching him out. what’s a little pre-suicide-mission hazing between exes? what is with you, bradshaw? you’re, like, freaking out over here..! —and Bradley, looking for someone—anyone!—to trust, tugging him into his cabin on the aircraft carrier and bursting into tears and crashing down onto the linoleum into jake’s arms and saying “he was my dad…!”

h.) bingo.

#time to go be a conscientious boyfriend!#reactions can wait till later!#and oh boy there will be some reactions. YOU NEVER FUCKING TOLD ME YOUR DAD WAS THE COMMANDER OF TJE PACIFIC FLEET #YOU NEVER FUCKING TOLD ME YOUR DAD WAS A TOP GUN INSTRUCTOR???????#OH MY GOD the CDR OF THE PACFLT IS GAY WHAT????#there are a loooot of fights and arguments and makeup sex post mission before they get good again #& then jakes like yeah ill marry this guy i guess #a good strategy to marry into a wildly successful family #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #hangster #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #top gun maverick #asks #once again an apology that my fics are 99% icecentric #i just think he’s neat #moving into my dorm tmr so might be MIA for a minute

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coldgoldlazarus · 11 days

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I think part of the reason I'm so affectionate toward Hunters is just how off-the-wall it feels. "Let's just throw up all the crazy, cool ideas we have and see what sticks" kind of energy. Metroid has always had its own particular vibe, sitting in this weird tension between Retrofuture Biological/Eldritch Space Horror and Hype Super Robot Anime. Hunters is still kinda doing some of that, but also kinda not.

Most typical multiplayer first-person shooters at the time, meanwhile, were in their Brown Is Real phase, along with an overabundance of Iraq War Jingoism. Even Halo, much as I do appreciate it for being... less that than the rest, still had undercurrents if you look at the subtext any amount. So Hunters, being a more multiplayer-focused shooter, could easily have gone that direction too if so inclined. But nope, not that either.

I don't know how to really describe it, honestly. The designs, if anything, remind me of like, Ben 10 aliens or Buzz Lightyear or Jetix almost. There is just this very distinctly Early Aughts Saturday Morning Action Cartoon vibe to these characters and their backgrounds that you didn't see anywhere else in games, and just don't see anywhere period now. It's definitely still Metroid, especially with the main stuff with the Alimbics and Gorea, but it's also doing its own thing. And for how different it was from other shooters, Hunters also feels like it couldn't have been made any other time than exactly when it was.

The Prime Trilogy is already responsible for broadening the scope and adding a ton of worldbuilding. And then Hunters, this obscure spinoff on hardware much too limited for its ambition, tosses out all these crazy things in the span of some character bios that could fit on the back of an action figure blister pack, and refuses to elaborate further. And I think that's part of the vibe right there - action figures. They feel like action figures for some weird Jetix cartoon, and I adore that so so much.

#not a reblog #metroid #metroid prime hunters #does anyone else miss Jetix #not just the literal channel/timeslot #but like. the Jetix genre #like I don't watch current cartoons #so I could just be talking out my ass #but it does feel like cartoons have been like #increasingly pigeonholed into being For Kids #not as much for teens #there was She Ra at least #and the Carmen Sandiego reboot to a lesser extent #and other good ones like Owl House and Gravity Falls #but they're not action shows first yanno?#not a knock against them or anything #just there doesn't seem to be anything else doing that either #at least not that I know of #out of touch zillenial that I am #anyway I wonder what Sylux is gonna look like #will they stick close to the original Hunters design #just with better poly count & detail?#or will they get a heavier redesign #to suit modern sensibilities?#guess we'll find out sooner or later

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archon-maenad · 4 months

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wake up babe new thought exercise just dropped! if worm characters became protagonists of slay the princess how would each of them shape said princess with their thought patterns?

this could be done with characters from any fandom really, but I came up with the idea from imagining taylor hebert reacting to being told that "there's a world ending threat in the basement over there can you please kill it thanks!" with absolutely no evidence to back it up.

girlie would be suspicious as hell about everything, from the situation to the narrator to the voice of the hero. but she wouldn't dip from this premise because she's taylor hebert (don't think I need to elaborate on that point).

she'd take the knife because better to have and not need and all, and would come face-to-face in that basement with a cynical manipulative bitch. the narrator's warning about the princess' scheming nature ironically enough ensured she'd be someone tay would never underestimate, since the blend of "pretty primadonna at the top of a hierarchy" and "prone to lying to get her way without a care for who gets hurt" obviously reminds her of emma.

the narrator is very happy that his protagonist refuses to trust the princess. the narrator is very unhappy that his protagonist believes the princess to be the most insidious kind of dangerous.

I think taylor would end up on the adversary route. she fully believes herself able to defeat the princess because tay knows she is ruthless and strong enough, but without her bugs or even armor her mortality is stark in her mind. so when she decides to kill the princess it ends up with both of them dead after an actual fight.

meanwhile lisa, and rachel, and a lot of characters probably, would end up on the stranger route by nopeing right the fuck outta the situation and continuing even after the narrator turns them back around towards the princess. lisa because she can tell it's making the narrator annoyed even as he tries to hide it, and rachel because she's plain stubborn. since you only need to turn around three times they wouldn't give up before going to the next chapter.

since the stranger is a railroaded path (the cheev you get from completing it literally references "the illusion of choice" lol) both of their following actions, while different, would still end up in the same place.

does anyone else have enough context for more interesting explorations of this concept? I'm caught up on the fact that pretty much every character from worm would take the blade, cause they come from a world where not carrying a weapon even if you don't plan to use it is a dumbass decision. and that cuts off half the paths available, admittedly making this less interesting.

#wormpinions #wormblr #parahumans #slay the princess #stp spoilers #stp narrator #stp hero #stp princess #lisa wilbourn #tattletale #taylor hebert #taylorpinions #rachel lindt

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nippleplayer0 · 11 months

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AKITO X READER DRABBLE

Operation: "What the fuck is up with Akito ?!"

Summary : Akito has been leaving practice early, what's with that ?!

Based off this post

Tagging : @readingnia

Akito is many things, one of them is.. usually, respectable. Though criticized, you can't say he isn't passionate, and hard working.

So, to say him leaving practice early was odd, is an understatement.

Though he always made sure to go to practice early to make up for it, never once had his closest friends see him cut off the chance for extra practice.

Even worse, not even Touya was aware of what was going on !! And trust, the ginger boy REFUSED to elaborate on his whereabouts.

So, with this information - Or, lack thereof, Operation : "What the fuck is up with Akito ?!" Had officially begun

It was a hot summers day, and, not surprisingly for the group, Akito had announced that he had to go.

"Really. Again ?" An pretended to be annoyed, though secretly, she was beyond excited to see what he was up to.

"Yes." He said, actually annoyed that he was now being held up. "Again."

With that, he threw his bag over his shoulder and left, "Bye Touya, Kohane. And An too, I guess."

An couldn't even manage a remark back !! Finally, they were going to find out what he was up to.

A few minutes after he left, they began "sneakily" following after him. With cheap sunglasses and hoods up, they actually stood out more; Lucky for them though, he was too giddy to notice.

Then, he stopped.

"Oh no-" Kohane squealed scared that they'd been caught, but An was quick to place her hand over Kohane's mouth.

"Shh !! Look." An whispered, as thankfully, rather than realizing he was being followed, he walked into a sweet, innocent seeming flower store..

"He's going into a flower shop.." Touya muttered, confused on why his friend would be at such a shop.

"What could he be doing ?" Kohane questioned aloud

An, impatient, continued, "And what could be taking him so long ?"

Eventually, the ginger walked out with a sweet bouquet.

"Huuh ?! What's he doing with that ?" An questioned

The other two weren't sure either, however, they didn't have much time to figure it out as he began walking again.

They kept following the boy until they found themselves at a park.

They were peaking through the bushes, while they watched Akito stand for a few seconds, before -

"Boo !!"

An unfamiliar person jumped from behind him, and clung onto him from behind.

They all stared In shock- Surely some fight was gonna break out, right..?

Nope.

The boy let out a small laugh, and pulled the stranger into a hug.

"Missed you.." He admitted.

Shocked was an understatement. Is this the same Akito ?

"Aw, Akito, I missed you too."

He sighed, refusing to let go. "My friends are wondering where I keep going."

"You still haven't told them ?" They questioned

"It's not that I don't want to !! But if they found out I was dating someone they'd-"

A high-pitched scream cut him off..

"WHAAT ?!" An squealed, never in a million years could she have guessed that THIS is what Akito was up to !!

Akito quickly backed away from the hug, while the other person looked back surprised.

"GHH- WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE..?" Akito screeched.

"UM. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE ?" An countered

Nervously the other two stood up as well,

"KOHANE- TOUYA ??" He was shocked.

Kohane nervously stood there, while Touya spoke, "Why didn't you tell us you were dating someone ?"

"Gh.. no reason.." He blushed. Fuck, he really was caught.

However, his S/o smiled. "I assume you're all his friends ?"

"I thought we were !!" An fake sobbed, "BUT HE WONT EVEN TELL US WHO HE'S SEEING !!"

"Shut up." Akito muttered.

End !! Now I also have some headcanons hehe cause I love this idea

Akito was right about why he wanted to keep his relationship a secret

Every time Akito went to leave, even if it was for something else, An was quick to make kissy faces and ask if he was going to see his s/o

Ken already knew.

An felt BETRAYED.

Akito had first confided in him about his feelings for his now S/O

"WHY DIDNT YOU TELL US ??"

"idk u didn't ask lmao"

Ena finds out because An told Mizuki, and oh boy did Mizuki tell Ena.

"WH.. YOU TOO?" Akito could barely handle An knowing, but ENA ??

An, Mizuki, and Ena are trying to get your contact info, and Akito is fighting for his LIFE trying to stop them.

However, they end up finding you and y'all become best friends 😭😭

The teasing is NON STOP 💀💀

#akito x reader #shinonome x reader #akito shinonome #akito shinonome x reader #project sekai x reader #pjsk x reader #proseka x reader #project sekai

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The Chief’s Daughter

Summary: It had been six years since your father left you behind in New York. However, now that your mother was gone, you had no choice but to drive to Hawkins to find him. That's where you meet Billy Hargrove, who turns your life upside down... literally.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: language

Chapter 24-

Somehow, you always seemed to be back to the Wheelers house. Mike and Nancy weren't even with you, yet for some reason, the cops took you and kids to Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler's house.

All the kids' parents, except for Susan Mayfield were already at the house, having seemed to congregate here when they realised that something was going on and their kids were missing. Except, they weren’t missing, they were trying to save the world.

"And what exactly were you all doing at the lake?" Chief Powell questioned, sitting down in front of you, Dustin, Lucas and Max on the couch.

You glanced over at the kids, unsure who was going to come up with the best lie before Max quickly answered.

"We were just going for a walk."

"A walk?" Officer Callahan question with raised eyebrows. "At 9:00 p.m.?"

"To the lake." Dustin elaborated, his voice coming out squeaky and high pitched. "We were gonna take a little swim. Little night swim."

"Dusty. Someone was just murdered there." Mrs. Henderson said, all the parents standing at the back of the room while the cops questioned you.

"Yeah, we... we didn't realise that until we got there."

"That's why we didn't swim." Lucas added.

"And Nancy, was she with you at this night swim?" Mrs. Wheeler asked.

"Yes." Dustin answered at the same time Max said the total opposite.

"Uh, we're not sure." Lucas tried to cover up as Max and Dustin glared at each other. "She was there and then she left... and that's when you guys came."

"Right, then they dared me to say what I said about the killer." Max continued to say, and you all nodded in agreement as Dustin and Lucas fake laughed.

"Have you had any contact with Eddie?" Chief Powell questioned.

"That psycho... freak killer? No."

"Nope."

"God, no."

You all answered, shaking your heads.

"Oh, that's a bunch of bull." Erica Sinclair suddenly said, stepping out from behind her parents. "You realise they're lying. The whole couch is on fire."

"Erica." Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair warned.

She raised her hands, "it's just the facts."

"Are you lying to these policemen, Dusty?" His mother asked.

"No!"

"Lying to the cops is a crime, son." Mr. Sinclair said, looking at his boy.

"I'm not lying."

"Threaten them with a little jail time. Maybe that'll loosen their lips." Mr. Wheeler suggested causing you to glare at him.

He wanted to threaten the kids with jail time? Really?

The parents then all began arguing about jail time and you smirked, the attention getting drawn away from you four while the adults bickered and argued loudly.

"Shut up!" Chief Powell suddenly shouted, jumping to his feet and stopping the parents instantly.

His raised voice caused you to flinch, not expecting him to suddenly yell and move like that as he glared at you and kids.

"We're gonna try a more civilized approach. One at a time. Starting with the eldest. Get up."

"Why me?" You asked, refusing to move.

"Because you are the only adult here and you haven't said a single word since we found you in the woods with these kids. Now get up, I have questions." The Chief stated.

"I'm not even in the Hellfire Club! Hell, I don't even live in fucking Hawkins!" You shouted.

"Do I need to cuff you?" Officer Callahan asked, motioning towards the handcuff pouch on his belt.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" You shot back.

"That's it. Get up."

He took a step forward and grabbed your arm, yanking you up off the couch.

"Hey! Don't hurt her!" Max shouted, jumping to her feet.

The redhead’s eyes were ablaze, but you quickly held your free hand out towards her, stopping her from doing something stupid.

"It's cool. It's cool. Just stay here, okay?"

Max nodded ever so slightly, her blue eyes glaring at Officer Callahan who still held your arm before he led you out the main room and down the corridor.

The room they took you into was some kind of office and the Chief made you sit in the chair behind the desk while him and Officer Callahan stood in front of you, blocking your only exit.

"Start talking, Miss Hopper." The Chief ordered, but you just folded your arms across your chest and stared at him causing him to sigh. "Why were you and the kids by the lake?"

"For a swim."

"You wanna try that again? This time, the truth."

"That is the truth."

"Oh, that's horse crap." Officer Callahan exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration.

"Callahan, why don't you go and keep the parents calm while I question her?" Chief Powell suggested.

The Deputy sighed, not happy with being pushed to the side and you just grinned giving him a sarcastic wave as he walked out the room, slamming the door shut behind himself, leaving you sitting in front of the new Chief of Police.

"Okay, look, I know you moved out of town after your father died. You left with your boyfriend, Billy Hargrove, is that correct?"

"Yeah."

He nodded, writing something down in his notebook before looking back up at you. "When did you and Billy Hargrove return to Hawkins?"

"I'm failing to see how this is relevant."

"Just answer the question."

"I don't know, like a week ago."

"So, just before the first murder. Interesting." The Chief commented. "When was the last time you saw Billy?"

Yeah, like you were going to tell him the truthful answer.

"Not for a few days, why?" You asked, acting innocent.

"Billy Hargrove is now a suspect for the murders along with Eddie Munson. Do you have anything to say about that?"

"Nope."

Chief Powell's eyes narrowed in your direction. He knew you were lying, but you'd like to see him try and prove it.

"How well do you know Eddie Munson?"

You shrugged your shoulders, "I remember him from High School. We were in different friend groups though. I barely knew him."

"Then tell me why I have a key witness telling me that Eddie Munson was hiding out in Jim Hopper's cabin before he ran to Lover's Lake?"

Yeah, you should have seen that question coming.

"I don't know. It's not my cabin. I don't live there."

"Why was Billy Hargrove's car found at the crime scene?"

"I don't know."

"It's not a coincidence that the murders started when you and Billy Hargrove came back to Hawkins. It is not a coincidence that his stepsister and stepmother live across the road from Eddie Munson's trailer, the same trailer where Chrissy Cunningham was found dead. It is not a coincidence that someone saw Eddie Munson in your father's old cabin right before the next murder and it is not a coincidence that your boyfriend’s car was also located there."

You raised your eyebrows, "it sure sounds like a bunch of crazy coincidences to me."

Chief Powell gritted his teeth with a growl before slamming his fist down on the desk in front of you, causing you to jump to your feet in fright.

"I know you're involved in this. I know you think that you have some kind of immunity in Hawkins because of your father. But, news flash, kid, your dad is gone, and he can't protect you. So, tell me why you and those kids were really out by the lake."

Oh, he did not just bring up Hopper. That was stupid. That was so very stupid of him.

"My dad might not be able to protect me, but he taught me how to protect myself, including my rights. I don't have to tell you shit." You snapped, folding your arms back over your chest as you glared at him.

"Wait, let's just calm down and-"

"And legally, you can't keep me here unless I'm under arrest. So, am I under arrest?"

"Well, no, but-"

"Then we're done here." You informed, stepping out from behind the desk and marching straight past him.

The parents were all still in the main room, now talking with Officer Callahan who turned around hearing your footsteps. He stared at you for a moment before glancing behind you at his boss who had followed you out the room.

"So, anything?" Mrs. Wheeler asked, hopefully.

"Nope. She's sticking to her story." Chief Powell answered in frustration. "They went to the lake for a night swim. Nancy showed up at some point..."

You drowned out his words with the headphones, Kate Bush's familiar voice blocking out everything else as you turned away from the adults to find Dustin sticking his head around the corner and urgently waving you over.

You glanced back at the cops who were still busy talking to the parents which made it easy to slip away and you followed Dustin out the back door to the garage where Max, Lucas and, wait, why was Erica with them?

"We need to get out of here. Please tell me that you know how to ride a bike?" Dustin said, pointing towards the last bike in the shed, the other kids already with their own.

"Yeah, but where are we going?" You asked, grabbing the bicycle.

"I'll explain on the way. C'mon."

The kids all jumped on their bikes, and you followed suit, having to remember how to actually ride one of these things before you all rode out the garage and down the driveway.

"Hey!" Officer Callahan's voice shouted, and you glanced over your shoulder to find him sticking his head out the second story window. "Excuse me, get back here!"

Erica jumped off her bike and slashed the tyres on the police vehicles like a badass before she jumped back on her bike. You all pedalled like mad and took off down the street, the faint shouting of the kid’s parents yelling at you to stop.

"Where are we going?" You asked, once you were a safe distance from the house.

"To Eddie's trailer." Max answered, slowing her bike down to ride alongside you, the boys and Erica leading the way.

"Why?"

"Because we think there's a gate into the Upside Down at every murder site." Dustin yelled over his shoulder.

Hold on, what? If there really was a gate in the Munson trailer, why the hell were you and the kids going there?

"The others are stuck in the Upside Down and they found a way to contact us through the lights like Will did. We're going to meet them at the gate and help them through." Dustin continued to explain, and your jaw dropped.

"Whoa, whoa, wait. Did you say stuck in the Upside Down?"

"They're idiots and went through the gate at the lake." Max explained from beside you as you continued riding down the street.

It didn't take long before you reached the Trailer Park, and you ditched the bikes out the front of Eddie's trailer. You sighed with relief that Wayne's truck wasn't home because you had no idea how you were going to explain this to him.

"How do we open it?" Erica asked as you walked up the steps to the front door.

"Munson is an idiot, he never locks it." You answered, grabbing the door handle and grinning when it instantly opened before you stepped inside.

Well, Dustin's theory was right. There was a giant gate on the roof of the trailer, exactly where Chrissy's body had been a few days prior.

The kids all slowly stepped inside behind you, gasping at the sight of the gate before Dustin grabbed a broom and used the wooden end to break through the gooey centre of the gate, revealing Billy, Steve, Eddie, Robin and Nancy standing upside down through the hole.

"Hi there." Dustin greeted, lowering the broom while he laughed, still shocked that his theory was right.

"Hi." They all waved from the Upside Down.

"Holy shit, this is trippy." You whispered, staring at them.

"This is great and all, but how the fuck are we meant to get up there?" Billy questioned, motioning towards you guys.

You glanced around Eddie's trailer trying to find a ladder or something, but it was only a small trailer, and you knew Wayne didn't have one.

"I got an idea." Dustin suddenly said, turning towards the rest of you. "If we tie a bunch of bed sheets together, we can use it as a rope for them to climb out, but they're gonna need something to break their fall once they get to our side. Maybe the couch cushions?"

"Nah, those won't do much. I'll grab Munson's mattress. You guys start tying blankets." You said and the kids all nodded and set off to work.

You went to Eddie's bedroom and paused realising that this was the first time you've actually been in his room. Usually when you, him and Billy hung out, it was outside on the chairs or on the couch, never in this room.

It was exactly how you predicted Eddie's bedroom to look. Dark, messy and covered with music related stuff. Records, tape decks, guitars, you name it, it was fucking here. The room just screamed Eddie Munson and it was perfect.

Turning your attention away from all this shit in his room, you rushed over to the bed and ripped the blankets off before you grabbed the mattress. Max and Lucas helped you drag it out because for some reason, mattresses looked light, but they were always ridiculously heavy.

You dropped the mattress down below the hole, noting all the stains that covered it and you screwed your face up in disgust before looking up at Eddie through the gate who cringed.

"Those stains are, uh... I don't know what those stains are."

You rolled your eyes at his comment, "I didn't ask, and I definitely don't want to know."

Dustin and Erica finished tying the sheets together and you stood back and watched as Dustin threw one end of the makeshift rope through the gate before he released the end in front of him and to your shock, the tied-up blankets just hung perfectly between the two worlds.

How the hell did that even work?

Robin climbed through first and you all stepped back, giving her space to land as she climbed the makeshift rope before getting through the whole. The shift in gravity sent her falling down onto the mattress with a yelp.

You held your hand out to her which she took, and you helped her to her feet before Billy came through next and landed where she had with a heavy thump.

"I hate that place." Billy grunted, sitting up and accepting your hand as you hauled him to his feet.

He stumbled a little and you grabbed his shoulder to try and steady him, but he hissed softly under his breath at your touch, and you quickly removed your hand.

"What's wrong?" You asked in panic.

"Nothing. Nothing." He brushed off, but it was clearly not nothing.

You didn't bother asking again, instead you grabbed the collar of his jacket and began to pull it off, revealing what looked to be bite marks across his chest and shoulder, still sluggishly bleeding.

"Holy shit." You gasped, covering your mouth with your free hand in shock. "What-what happened?"

"Demo-bats."

"There are demo-bats?" Dustin questioned from beside you.

"Vicious little suckers, I'll tell you that much."

You were barely listening, too focused on the bloodied bite marks before Billy hooked his index finger under your chin, tilting your head up to meet his eyes.

"I'm okay. It's just a few scratches. I'm fine, baby." He insisted with a gentle smile, but you shook your head.

That was more than just a few scratches and you planned on telling him exactly that, but then Steve was suddenly shouting that Vecna had cursed Nancy, snapping everyone's attention back to the gate.

Steve was still in the Upside Down standing in front of Nancy, shaking her shoulders frantically, but she wasn't responding. Vecna really had cursed her.

"We need music." You quickly said, snapping into action.

"What's her favourite song?" Max asked, looking amongst the group of you, but everyone just shrugged their shoulders. "Steve, what's her favourite song?"

The look on Steve's face was enough to tell you that he had absolutely no idea what Nancy's favourite song was and that was bad. That was very bad.

"Munson, you had a shit load of tape decks scattered over your bedroom. Would you have anything that Nancy might listen to?" You asked, praying, hoping that the metalhead owned a tape that wasn't heavy metal or rock music.

"Maybe." He answered, but you did not like how unconfident he sounded.

You all rushed into Eddie's room and split up, getting to work in searching for any music that would suit Nancy Wheeler.

Billy pulled out the top draw of Eddie's bedside table, tossing tapes of Black Sabbath and Iron Maiden onto the floor uselessly while you went through the boxes under his bed, hoping that you didn't find anything weird. Although, you had noticed some handcuffs hanging from the wall earlier, so you weren't entirely sure what you might find under there.

"Steve says you need to hurry!" Erica shouted, appearing in the doorway while you guys frantically tore apart the bedroom.

"Yeah? No shit!" Dustin yelled back.

"We're trying. We can't find anything." You responded, already digging through the next box and making an effort not to look at the exotic magazines that were in the bottom of it.

"I mean, what are you even looking for?" Eddie questioned.

"Madonna, Blondie, Bowie, Beatles? Music! We need music!" Robin listed off in a panicked voice.

"This is music!" Eddie shouted, holding up one of his tapes.

"This is pointless." You said, jumping to your feet and running out the bedroom.

You yanked the headphones off from around your neck and unclipped the Walkman from your jeans as you stepped onto the mattress and looked up at Steve and Nancy through the gate.

"Harrington!" You shouted, catching his attention as he looked up. "We can't find anything. Just use this and hope she likes Kate Bush."

Steve nodded lifting his hands getting ready to catch the Walkman, but just as you were about to throw it, Nancy's eyes suddenly snapped open.

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alastrrz · 4 months

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*crashes through the window*

I HEARD YOU WERE DOING X READER REQUESTS-

Well if I may....schlatt and...(idk how to describe it like..mysterious\magic reader)

Like the reader is this being called the prophet and they just follow him around because according to magic bs future vision they say that something....really bad will happen to him on the 24th...and refuse to elaborate what that bad thing is...and they won't leave-

If you don't mind of course-

well hello! [cleans up glass from you breaking the window] i can do this for you!

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。 THE PROPHET ; SCHLATT

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genre; humor/crack, fluff

type; blurb

read below!

You'd known Jay for about a year and some change. You loved being around him, he was a good soul, and he loved being around you. Until you brought him the news of "something bad is happening to you on the 24th, and you can't stop it."

Since you told him that, he refused to be around you or associate with you. Which was VERY rude of him. Honestly, could you blame him? If someone told you that you'd die or get hurt on a certain day, would you want to be around them? No.

After tons of calls on Discord, and even calling his personal phone, he still didn't want to hear anything from you. You didn't know how to contact him, and you knew he wouldn't put in effort towards trying to contact you.

It'd been a week since you told him the news, and you still hadn't heard from him. So, what better thing to do than show up at his house?

You knocked on the door in front of you, "Hellooo?" You stood in front of his home for about 5 minutes, until you decided to give up. Until he opened the door.

"Oh, God, Y/n, leave me alone!" He almost immediately closed the door as quickly as he opened it.

"No, wait! Hear me out!" You held the door with an.. odd amount of strength.

"Stop it! You're gonna try to fuckin' kill me!" He tried pushing back the door, to no avail.

"Do you think I WANT to hurt you? How long have I known you?!" You sighed, staring at him. "Please let me stay with you until the 24th! I can protect you from whatever's coming!"

He stopped trying to push the door, instead just standing in front of you like the defeated man he was. "... You swear? On your mother. You're not trying to fucking kill me?"

"... On my mother. Or whatever. Just let me in!"

"Fine."

After about twenty minutes of awkward silence, he finally spoke up. "Do uh.. So do you know what's trying to hurt me?"

"I don't even know if it's something trying to hurt you. It might be a big life event." You sighed, staring into his eyes, trying to figure him out just a little more.

"So.. Like.." He sighed with frustration, "Nope. No. I need you to get out." He got up, hands on his knees. "This is too fucking weird!"

"You won't get me to leave. I'm too worried!" You stood up, physically standing your ground in a house that isn't yours. "I'm called the prophet for a reason, Jay!"

"Which is why I'm trying to get you to LEAVE!" He almost yelled.

"The 24th is in a week. Seven days. Let me stay."

"Seven days. And if I DIE on the 24th, it's YOUR ASS."

"How would you kill me if you're dead—"

"You sleep on the couch. That is FINAL. And don't speak to me, don't touch me, don't—"

"Yeah, yeah I get it!"

i might write a part 2!

#alex's requests #jschlatt #schlatt #mcyt #jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt x you #schlatt x you #schlatt x y/n #schlatt x reader #mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x reader

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queen-of-the-avengers · 9 months

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Step One: Forgiving Yourself

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1k

Warnings: angst, feeling broken down, blaming yourself for the people you killed under hydra's command, no fluff whatsoever

Request by anon: Vixen and bucky vs therapy ft dr reener (frm fatws)

Summary: After the events at Wakanda, you and Bucky are placed in therapy to try and work out your feelings regarding Hydra. However, you're not keen on the idea of facing up to the horrors you've caused.

Squares Filled: villain turned hero (2019) for @avengersbingo

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Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

You have no idea what you’re doing here. Bucky and Steve insisted that you come here and start to heal, but you’ve already done that. Wakanda wiped Hydra from your mind. You’re trying to move past it, not revel in it.

“Is this necessary? I’m healed. I’ve apologized. I’ve done my part.”

“You haven’t dealt with the trauma,” Bucky sighs.

Bucky drags you into Dr. Raynor’s office despite your objections. This is a requirement from Steve and Tony that you must complete in order to go back into society as a normal person. Therapy doesn’t always work for everyone, but if you want to show them you’re fine, you have to go to this.

“Welcome, Y/N and James,” Dr. Raynor says.

“Please, call me Bucky.”

“Okay, Bucky. Do you both know why you’re here?”

“Because of what happened with Hydra,” Bucky answers.

You roll your eyes in annoyance but stay silent. You’re going to sit here and not say a word because this shit is stupid.

“How does that make you feel?”

“Terrible, I guess. It’s not something I like to relive.”

“What about you, Y/N? How does that make you feel?”

Bucky and Dr. Raynor looks at you but you shake your head at her dismissively.

“Pass.”

“Would you like to elaborate?”

“Nope.” You look over at Bucky and sigh at his disapproving look. “This whole thing is stupid.”

“Why?”

“This doesn’t really matter if I’ve already healed.”

“Have you?”

“Yes.”

“I want you to take a look at some photos.”

Dr. Raynor takes out a folder from her desk and shows you pictures from your past. The first one is of Wakanda when you escaped as Vixen. The second one is from the bar you went to where you’ve left bodies on the flood for Zemo. Three through six are other parts of your life as the dangerous Vixen. Tears form in your eyes but you refuse to let them fall. You look away from the pictures once you’ve had enough.

“If you were healed, you wouldn’t have looked away.”

“What’s your point?” you sniffle.

“The point is that you need to look at these pictures and not feel guilty.”

“Are you done?”

Dr. Raynor closes the file and leans back in her chair.

“This isn’t going to work if you won’t let it.”

“Okay, I’m out of here.”

You get up and leave Bucky alone. You walk all the way back to the compound where Steve is waiting for you.

“Hey, how did it go?” Steve asks.

You walk right past him without saying a word to him. You stomp all the way to your sewing room and slam the door shut behind you. Steve is about to go in when you lock the door, preventing anyone from walking in.

“Y/N?” Steve asks and knocks on the door.

When you give him no answer, he decides to give you some space. Bucky comes home two hours later, and Steve approaches him slowly in case he has the same reaction as you.

“How did it go? Are you going to slam a door in my face, too?”

“She won’t face it.” Bucky walks to the kitchen to crack open a beer and Steve follows him. “She knows what she did was wrong, but she wants to bury it instead of deal with it.”

“Maybe I can talk to her.”

“Yeah good luck. I have the same trauma as her, Steve. She’s not budging.”

“We’ll see.”

Steve gives you a few more hours of space before he heads to your sewing room. This time, it’s unlocked but he still knocks on the door and waits for your permission to enter.

“Come in,” you say quietly.

Steve enters the room and sees you’ve made a lot of different clothing from shirts to dresses to additions to others’ suits. You’re at the sewing machine working on some pants with your hair in a messy bun and a thimble on your thumb.

“Can we talk?”

“About what?” you ask distractedly.

“You know what. Therapy is going to help you.”

“If you’re going to talk about that, then you can leave.”

Steve walks over to you, kneels on the ground, and gently takes your hand away from the machine. Steve has always been good at making speeches, and you know he’s going to make a damn good one right now. You refuse to look at him but that’s not good enough for him. He reaches up and gently pulls your chin so you’re facing him.

There are already tears in your eyes.

“It’s going to hurt and you’re not gonna like it, but you are better than what they made you to be.”

“How can I face this? I hurt so many people and I didn’t apologize enough. I’m a killer. People are dead because of me. How can I ever apologize to them? To their families? Tell me, Steve, how can I make it right?”

“The first step to healing is forgiving yourself.”

The first step to healing is forgiving yourself.

“Will you go with me tomorrow?”

“Of course.”

The next day, you and Steve head over to the office. She had an opening in her schedule to fit you in since you’re on a weekly schedule with her. You’re nervous but you know you have to do this.

“Welcome in.” You and Steve get settled in the chairs across her desk. “This is a private meeting.”

“I want him here. Please,” you whisper.

“Alright. I’m glad you’re here. Let’s start easy. How are you feeling?”

“Tired,” you sigh. “Exhausted. Wakanda erased the trigger words from my head, but they didn’t erase what I did. I can never take that back. I’ve hurt a lot of people. Please tell me how I can make this go away.”

“Well, healing is different for everyone. Some things I’ve noticed help people is writing letters to the people they’ve hurt.”

“Some of them are dead,” you whisper painfully.

“Write them anyway. Take those letters and burn them. It’s a way of cleansing yourself of the memories and the pain.”

“What if it doesn’t work?”

“Then we try something else. We will not stop trying until we find something that works for you.”

“Okay, I’ll try.”

This better be the start of truly healing because you don’t know how much longer you can go with feeling like complete shit.

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