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its-the-pilot · 5 months

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Sorry this took so long, first time writing smut in over 10 years! Please forgive ❤ and enjoy!

Summary: You get some unexpected news and share an unexpected night with Bradley. (Mav's niece!reader)

Warnings: smut! 18+ only minors DNI (oral (f receiving), unprotected sex) swearing, adult banter

Length: 3.8k words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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Chapter Nine

“Get your boots off my desk, Seresin,” you said, walking into your office with your nose buried in a file.

Jake was wearing his flight suit, his steel-toed boots propped up on the wooden surface, balancing the chair he was sitting in on its back legs. He leaned his head back to track you as you rounded the desk to sit in your chair, a smirk on his lips. “There you are, Doc. Been waiting for you for a bit.”

You put the file down and cocked an eyebrow at him. “The locked door should have made it clear that I wasn’t here.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t feel like waiting out in the hall, so I picked it,” he countered, his fingers laced together behind his head, his feet still on your desk. “Were you and Bradshaw gettin’ busy?”

“You have issues,” you replied, leaning forward to push his boots to the floor.

He chuckled, the heavy boots making a loud thump. “Have you been talking to my therapist?”

You couldn’t help but smile, even as you rolled your eyes. “Don’t you have to be in the air today?”

“In a while,” Jake answered, shrugging his shoulders. “Had some time to kill, so I thought I’d come chat with you.”

In the few weeks since the current TOP GUN class started, the initial annoyance you had upon meeting Jake had blossomed into a strong friendship. Most days, when you both had time, he found himself in your office, hanging out and chatting. Technically, you were his therapist, but even outside of your weekly sessions, you found yourself sharing things with each other that you hadn’t shared with anyone else.

He had told you about his family, the reasons he wanted to leave his small town in Texas to join the Navy, and why he felt like he wasn’t worthy of a committed relationship. In turn, you had told him about your boyfriend from college who used you for the trust your parents had set up, only to leave you for someone else when the money ran out, something you weren’t even ready to tell Bradley yet.

You were in the middle of a conversation about plans for the upcoming weekend when a sharp knock came on the doorframe, your door left open from when you had entered earlier. Looking over his shoulder, Jake scrambled to his feet when he saw Admiral Beau “Cyclone” Simpson, saluting him.

“Good morning, Admiral,” you greeted, standing from your chair behind your desk and working to suppress the smile that threatened to cross your lips at Jake’s reaction.

“At ease, Lieutenant,” Cyclone grunted, turning his attention to you when Jake did as he was told. “I need to speak with you, Doctor Mitchell. Will 11:30 work for you?”

You took a quick peek at your schedule on your computer and nodded. “It will, Admiral. Your office?”

He gave a simple nod and turned on his heel before walking out of your office, leaving you and Jake alone again.

“Wonder what that’s all about?” he asked, turning back to face you.

“No idea,” you said quietly, sitting back down at your desk, racking your brain for reasons why the Vice Admiral would want to see you. Finally, after a moment of quiet, you shook your head, offering Jake a smile. “I have an appointment in a few minutes. Fly safe, okay?”

Hangman nodded, giving you a wink as he headed for the door. “Will do, Doc. Talk to you later.

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You weren’t sure what Admiral Simpson wanted to talk to you about, and as you waited outside his office for him, you found yourself getting more anxious about it. Had he found out about your relationship with Bradley? Was he going to kick him out of TOP GUN or fire you?

“Doctor Mitchell?” The voice of the Admiral’s secretary pulled you from your thoughts and you turned to look at her. “He’s ready for you.”

“Thanks,” you smiled, standing to enter the office. Once inside, you stepped toward the large desk and nodded in greeting, clasping your hands in front of you. “Good morning again, Admiral.”

He looked up from his desk and nodded, motioning to the chair beside you. “Good morning. Please, sit.”

You did as you were told, sitting in the chair across from him with your hands in your lap, trying to hide your anxiety. “Sir, if this is about Lieutenant Bradshaw and I…”

Simpson cocked an eyebrow, shaking his head. “What you do in your free time is your business, Doctor. I have no interest in your private life so long as it doesn’t interfere with the Navy,” he reassured you. “So, no, this is about something else.”

He slid a file across his desk toward you, nodding for you to pick it up. “I have TDY orders for you. They need someone at Oceana for a week or so. There was a crash, and two aviators died.”

Picking up the file, you flipped through it as you listened to him explain how during a demonstration two of the jets crashed, immediately killing both pilots. The base had two psychologists of their own, but all of the squadrons had been watching and every member needed an evaluation before returning to duty. There were simply too many to get done in a timely manner.

“Sounds like an awful accident,” you frowned, closing the file and setting it on your lap. “Of course, I’m happy to help if they need me.”

“Excellent,” he replied, pushing another folder across his desk to you. “Here is your flight and accommodation information. I’ve taken the liberty of having your appointments rescheduled for the first week of September, you should be back by then.”

You looked over the information you were given, noting that your flight was early the next morning. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Take the rest of the afternoon,” he suggested. “Your flight is early, if I recall.”

“It is. I will see you next week, Admiral,” you said with a nod, standing to exit his office with the files he gave you.

Once you were in the hallway outside of his office, you leaned against the wall and sighed. You and Bradley were just starting to get comfortable, falling into a routine and forming a strong relationship that you hoped would be able to withstand being on opposite coasts for a while. Now you were being forced to test it out.

Pulling out your phone, you sent a quick text to Bradley, letting him know that you were going home and that you would see him later, before heading to the locker room to change into your workout clothes and going home to pack.

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Bradley had gotten used to seeing you all the time, effectively moving out of the Navy Lodge where the TOP GUN recruits had been staying and into your bungalow. You had been focused on spending as much time together as possible, knowing that in two months you would have a whole country separating you.

That’s why he was surprised when you didn’t meet him for lunch in the mess like you normally did. Instead, much to his chagrin, Hangman sat down across from him, a smirk on his lips.

“No Doctor Sexy today?” He asked, taking a bite of his turkey sandwich.

Bradley rolled his eyes and pointed his fork at Jake. “I swear to God, if she hears you call her that I will kill you,” he promised, stabbing at the salad on his plate before taking a bite. “But no, I don’t know where she is. I haven’t seen her.” In fact, he hadn’t heard from you at all since he drove you both to the base that morning.

Jake nodded, continuing to eat his lunch. “Cyclone stopped in and asked her for a meeting earlier, maybe it ran over?”

“Yeah, it could have,” he mused, curious what you were meeting about. The thought was fleeting though, quickly replaced with a slight irritation at Hangman and his unexpected friendship with you. “Wait. You talked with her today?”

“Almost every day,” he replied, shrugging casually. “I swing by her office sometimes between flights to chat.” Jake paused, his smirk spreading across his lips again as realization dawned. “You’re still jealous? Damn, Rooster, she thinks you’re over it.”

Bradley turned his attention back to his lunch, ignoring the redness he felt rising up his neck in hopes that Jake would do the same. “I’m not jealous. She wants to be friends with you, that’s her business.”

“She’s gonna be pissed if she finds out,” he laughed, unable to stop himself despite the scowl on the brunette’s face. Jake sobered after a moment, leaning forward a bit as he lowered his voice. “I know what you think about me, Bradshaw. But I’m not out to steal your girl, I don’t do that shit. She’s yours, that was clear from the first night at the Hard Deck.”

His words took a minute to sink in before Bradley nodded. “Sorry,” he apologized, hoping his sincerity showed through as he looked the blonde in the eye.

Jake shrugged it off. “She’s a good woman, you’re lucky. Don’t fuck it up,” he warned with a slight grin playing on his lips.

“I don’t intend to,” Bradley countered, finishing his salad and piling his trash on the tray, preparing to leave.

“People usually don’t intend to hurt others, Rooster. It just happens.” Hangman watched as the other man stood, taking his tray with him. “Just take care of her like she deserves.”

Bradley nodded with a grunt of affirmation. “See you around, Hangman,” he replied, dropping his tray off on his way out the door of the mess. Checking his phone, he read the text message from you, confused as to why you were going home in the middle of the day, but not wanting to press you. He sent back a quick ‘OK’ with a heart emoji and sighed, heading to the ready room to get ready for his next flight.

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After taking a long run to clear your head, you went home and showered, dressing in a pair of shorts and one of Bradley’s Navy t-shirts before you set to packing for your trip. Once your bag was packed and placed near the front door, you settled on the couch with a blanket and decided to take a nap while you waited for Bradley to come home.

The sound of the Bronco pulling into your driveway woke you a few hours later, and you managed to sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes just as he walked inside dressed in his khaki uniform, smiling when he saw you on the couch. “Hey, baby,” he greeted, kicking off his boots near the door. He was about to drop his duffle in the same spot he normally did when he noticed your suitcase was there instead. His brow furrowed in confusion as he looked over at you. “Everything okay?”

You nodded, patting the spot next to you, an invitation for him to come sit. “I have to leave tomorrow morning,” you explained, offering him the file once he joined you. “There was a crash at Oceana, and they need another psychologist to help with the debriefs.”

Bradley read over the file you handed him, shaking his head. The men who died weren’t from his squadron, but he had seen them around base and knew they were well liked. He didn’t know what to say, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees as he set the file on the coffee table.

Shifting closer to him, you ran a hand over his back, leaning in to kiss his shoulder. “I should only be gone for a week. You can stay here, if you want.”

He turned his head to look at you over his shoulder. “Are you sure?” he asked, smiling when you nodded in affirmation. “This will be good practice for when I go back to Virginia.”

“I was thinking the same thing, even though I don’t want to be apart,” you frowned, letting him pull you against his side when he sat back against the couch cushions.

“We still have tonight,” he assured you, smoothing his hand over your back. “And like you said, you’ll only be gone a week.”

You leaned up to kiss him, your fingers gripping the collar of his khaki shirt as you spoke against his lips. “Good, because I want to make tonight memorable.”

He released a quiet groan as his fingers gripped your waist, pulling you gently onto his lap. Your hands fell onto his chest, feeling his toned muscles under your palms as his large hand wrapped around your neck, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. You reached up to gently stroke his jaw as his hands slid down to find your thighs, thumbs circling the soft skin that was pressing against his hips. He was only willing to go at your pace, which you appreciated.

Biting your lip, you looked down between your bodies and rocked your hips against his length, earning a grunt from him. His calloused fingers pressed into your thighs, threatening to leave bruises. “Careful,” he warned, his voice low.

A devilish smirk pulled at your lips as you repeated the movement, knowing it was a bluff. He made no move to stop you from grinding against him, and so you continued, enjoying the way he kept showing you how good it made him feel. The thin fabric of your shorts did little to create a barrier between his erection and the growing wetness between your thighs, forming a wet spot on the front of his uniform pants.

“I want you, B,” you whispered, unbuttoning his khaki shirt slowly, pushing it off of his shoulders and moving to rid him of his undershirt. He allowed you to undress him without a word, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, feeling your nails scratch their way down his chest gently, settling on his belt buckle.

You nodded, noting a subtle shift in his breathing when you leaned back to take off his Navy shirt, leaving you topless. “Yeah, I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure about something.”

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, running his hands up your sides, exploring your freshly bared skin.

You felt the heat rising in your cheeks, and before you could reply, Bradley was rolling you over, your head falling back onto the couch cushion as he hovered above you. He resumed kissing you, alternating between deep, tongue-filled kisses and soft pecks, your hands roaming each other’s bodies the whole time.

After some time, your lips were swollen and you were flushed, your hair a tangled mess covering the couch beneath you. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care, your hands grasping at his dog tags as they hung between you, silently pleading for him to come closer.

One of Bradley’s hands began to wander lower, his fingers grazing the skin just above your shorts, causing your body to rise, chasing his touch.

He smirked at that -- the smug asshole.

His lips returned to yours before moving down to your neck and sucking softly, leaving red marks on your tender skin. He finally pulled back after a few moments, smiling down at the blissed out look on your face. Without warning, he pushed himself off the couch and lifted you into his arms, carrying you into your bedroom where he dropped you on the bed unceremoniously, his hands moving to unbuckle his belt and shed his khakis, leaving him in his black boxer briefs.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, licking your lips at the sight of him standing at the end of your bed. He moved forward slowly, his hands sliding up your thighs until he reached the waistband of your shorts, tucking his thumbs into them. He slowly dropped to his knees as he slipped your shorts and the accompanying panties down your legs, tossing them aimlessly behind him as he focused on his prize, spreading your thighs gently.

“Is this okay?” Bradley asked, meeting your eyes. You were sure that he knew the answer, but he wanted to hear your consent. “C’mon, baby, you can say it.”

His voice had deepened further, a seductive purr that sent a wave of pleasure straight to your core. “Please, B,” you managed, a whimper escaping the back of your throat.

You gasped as he leaned in and licked a stripe up your folds, the sudden stimulation making your body shudder a bit. His tongue gently traced circles onto your clit, and you tugged on his hair, drawing a moan from him as he repeated the movement, craving more of you and your reaction.

He buried his face between your legs, the freshly groomed hair on his upper lip tickling your sensitive clit. “Oh, wow.”

His lips twitched, and the way his smirk felt against your throbbing clit was something that you wouldn't soon forget. He moaned happily against your sensitive flesh as you ground yourself onto his mouth, his heavy hands holding your hips.

It didn’t take long, only minutes of his deep sounds, his big hands and his talented tongue. “I’m gonna come, B,” you whined, pulling on his hair as your whole body tensed. It was easily the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced, leaving you panting when you finally relaxed, releasing his hair as he kissed his way back up your body.

His chin and mustache were wet with your juices as he smiled down at you before leaning in for a kiss, letting you taste yourself. “That was so fucking hot, Dimples,” he said breathlessly, his hard length pressing against your thigh as he hovered over you. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” You let your fingers drag through the sparse dark hair on his chest as you moved lower, teasing at the waistband of his boxer briefs. Meeting his eyes, you slid your hand even lower to palm at his bulge, a quiet moan escaping your lips.

Bradley’s head dropped to your shoulder with a matching moan as your hand rubbed against him. “Jesus, baby… do you have condoms?”

You shook your head, squeezing his length gently through the fabric. “I’m clean, and I’m on the pill,” you whispered in his ear. “Please, Bradley… remind me what else I’ve been missing.”

With a growl he leaned up and pushed his shorts down, kicking them off the bed before settling between your spread thighs once again. He could feel the heat radiating from your core and he grabbed his cock in his hand, guiding it to your entrance to tease your clit with the head.

“Ready, baby?” he asked. When you moaned, begging him to continue, he pressed into you slowly, inch by inch until his hips were flush to yours, making you both moan at the feeling of finally being reunited in that way.

Your walls felt tight against him and he didn’t move right away, giving you time to adjust. When you finally bucked your hips to meet him, he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in, causing your head to fall back with a whimper and your hands to grab his muscled arms for support.

The grip of his own hands tightened on your hips as he started thrusting into you at a slow but steady pace, letting you feel every inch of him while he enjoyed every inch of you. Under him, you were a squirming mess of moans and whimpers, your hands roaming all over his back, nails digging into his skin as the pleasure was too much and not enough simultaneously.

Your eyes were closed and your neck on full display as you begged for him between moans. “Bradley… so big… please, faster…”

Bradley didn’t hesitate to oblige, increasing his pace as your back arched against him. He kissed down your neck to your breasts, teasing your nipple gently with his tongue before taking the stiff peak into his mouth and sucking on it, giving a sharp thrust at the sound you made.

“You like that, Dimples?” he panted, repeating the motion on your other breast and groaning as you clenched tightly around him. “You feel so good, baby, so wet for me.”

You couldn’t respond, too lost in the pleasure he was providing you. It was all you could do to moan his name and respond to his thrusts by digging your heels into his ass, pulling him deeper inside you. For the second time that night, you felt yourself getting close to the edge, and you knew Bradley could feel it too as he sped up, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.

“Bradley!”

He growled against your throat, feeling his balls tighten at how hot you sounded crying out his name, at the way you were clenching around him with your tight, wet heat. “What is it, baby? Tell me what you need.” His voice was deep and hoarse, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he struggled to hold out, wanting you to come first.

“I… please, B… I need to come. Please!” you whined, feeling yourself rushing toward your climax.

A few more thrusts and your thighs were shaking against his hips, which continued to move back and forth tortuously. Bradley brought a hand to where you were joined and pressed his thumb to your swollen clit, circling it. Before you knew it, you were coming, screaming his name and your walls squeezing him so tight he couldn’t hold back any longer, spilling himself inside you.

With a hoarse moan of your name, he emptied himself and let his body fall over your trembling one.

You were still coming down from your high when he pulled out gently and laid beside you, gently pushing your hair away from your forehead before kissing you. “Let me clean you up,” he whispered, moving from the bed to the bathroom and returning a moment later with a warm washcloth.

He gently ran the cloth between your legs, kissing your hip when you hissed at the contact against your sensitive folds. When he was done he tossed it away and pulled you into his arms, your head resting on his chest. “That was…” you sighed contentedly, tracing the defined lines of his abdomen. “Did you…?”

Bradley chuckled, tipping your chin up to kiss you. “I did. You are amazing.” He rubbed his hand over your back as you both relaxed, then glanced at the clock before speaking. “Have you eaten since breakfast?”

You shook your head, only just realizing that you hadn’t. With the way your day had gone, there just hadn’t been time. “We can get some takeout?”

“Sounds great,” he grinned. “And we still have the rest of the night together.”

Chapter Ten

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pagayos · 2 years

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nct dream : chaotic first encounters

authors note 💬 : hello ! it's me again, as per usual this post will be written in lowercase.

NA JAEMIN : the coffee incident

today is like any other day, you go to work to the neo cafe you after your classes, take the costumers order you know just the usual nothing new nothing special well that's until na jaemin came.

the first time you layed your eyes on jaemin when he walked through the cafe door, your reaction was concern. it's obvious that he's been cramming for days now, his eyebags says it all.

"uh, hi can i get a 8 shots of expresso to go?" jaemin rubbed his eyes under his reading glasses, tired for only getting 2 hours of sleep.

"eight, are you sure? that's eight, it's strong" you clarified the man who only gave a smile and a nod, not wanting to keep the tired male you immediately went to make his hell of a coffee.

after finishing his order, jaemin was about to exit the door he once walked in too but was stopped when you told him he has to sign a paper.

"i am so sorry sir if i take too much of your time, i know you're a busy person but i need you to sign this for me please" you respectfully handed jaemin an agreement paper that concludes, you not being responsible if anything happens due to his coffee shots.

"don't worry i won't drag you if something happens, but i'll make sure to tell the doctors you make amazing coffee" jaemin lightly chuckled while signing the paper before walking away.

your first encounter might now be as romantic like you see in disney movies, but it's sure became one of your core memories.

LEE JENO : dear, santa...

the first time you and jeno met was in christmas eve, you're on your way home with a cake in your hand kind of sad that you're once again alone this christmas. not wanting to take the stairs like you used too you decided to take the elevator instead !

the elevator is about was about to close, when out of nowhere a foot came to stop it. you looked up at the opening door to see who entered and immediately saw a struggling jeno, so as a decent person you are you helped the male carry some of the foods he's holding.

"thanks, my arms are starting to get numb" the male in a black leather jacket thanked you after putting the food in the steel floor. the ride was quiet, the both of you are on your phone assuming that i'll be quick.

then a loud crash was heared, the elevator light even started to flicker and that's when the both of you knew that you were stuck in an elevator, in christmas eve. the male near the emergency button quickly pushed it and informed the person on the line that the both of you are stuck.

"oh my god, this cannot be happening. there's no signal i can't call anyone" you panicked, going back and fort inside the elevator while jeno is still talking the emergency services.

"bad news, they said it might take more an hour since all the repair man of unavailable" jeno sighed, as he sits down in front of you.

it's 11:41 pm it's been more than half an hour, you and jeno are running out of topics plus the elevator is starting to heat. then the emergency services finally came! the both of you stood up in unison.

"alright stand back now! it's going to take 10 minutes" the man shouted to the other side, you couldn't careless if takes 10 minutes all you want righr now is go celebrate your christmas outside the elevator.

12:00 am at christmas day, the doors of the elevator finally opens. the snow out the building is starting to fall, the workers are greeting one other 'merry christmas' so you decided to do the same for each other.

"merry christmas, y/n" he patted your back lightly.

"merry christmas, jeno" you gave him a sincere smile before walking through the stairs together while helping him carry the foods.

who would've thought santa can also grant wishes from adults, two lonely souls who feels alone during this holiday is no more lonely as they found comfort in each other's arms.

afterall, christmas is a holiday that should never be spent alone.

HUANG RENJUN : the cab love

it's now 12:30 pm you're supposed to be at your school at 12 sharp, since the class is having oral recitation. you can't miss today class, you stayed up for this you reviewed your notes all night, so you have to get into a cab fast!

renjun is quite the same, he has an art project to present in front of the class and he can't miss that afterall art is his favorite subject, the male would rather die than leave a bad impression to Mr.Kim.

the both of you have been waiting for 20 minutes now, you can't seem to find a free one, it's either there's already inside or going home.

"it's alright, it's alright we'll find one eventually" you tried to calm yourself down, while your arms still forward hoping a cab would pull up in front of you.

renjun tighten the his grip on the canvas he's holding, clearly stressed in the situation his in. the male even started to shake his arm impatiently.

"dear god if you're true give me a cab" he sarcastically pleaded not thinking it'll actually come true, renjun smiled widely as he saw the cab stop.

thinking that the yellow car stopped for you, you immediately opened the right side of door while renjun opened the left side. you didn't notice each other until you guys are sat in the car seat and said your location in unison.

"make up your minds, building a or build b of neo uni?" the driver looked into the small mirror only seeing his two passengers bangging their heads in the front back seat, humiliated by their mistakes.

the driver didn't ask more questions thinking that his passengers are in a love quarrle, he instead wished you both happiness in his mind.

HAECHAN LEE : cinderella, run !

your third class is finally over, which means it's finally break time ! time to eat lunch that you packed yourself this morning.

as you and your two friends walking down the stairs while laughing at the story you were telling them, they told you to demonstrate what really happened that day and so you did.

you were carefully demonstrating the scene until it's finally in the funny part, you imitated the kick in your story. and with your little to no luck the shoe on your right foot went on a short flight before landing into someone's head.

haechan looked behind him with his one hand touching the part that got hit, he landed his gaze to you that's hiding behind your friends back. the male picked up the black (heel) school shoes and started to come up to you.

"he's coming, y/n run for it" sungchan whispered, scared for your life you ran your ass back to your classroom with no shoes, since the other one will slow you down.

"WAIT! CINDERELLA, YOUR SHOES!" haechan shouted before picking up the shoe you left and went on to find you.

even if the clock strikes 12, prince lee haechan will find you no matter what happens! even if it means searching the whole school.

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abyster · 1 year

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"Pocket Doctor" / Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN!Reader / Head-canons

SWF; Fluff ; Mentions of canon violence; Reader is war survivor; Illness; No mentions of Y/N, bad English.

Disclaimer: I got this idea basically from myself cause a few days ago i've found out about my scoliosis lol. That's the reason why you getting some sweet stuff right now ;)

(Maybe i will write some domestic head canons later)

So, lets get started

°When you got into team, they noticed something off about you. Maybe it was your behaviour, maybe exceptional mannerism of yours, or the fact that you were always wearing a respirator. Guys tried to make jokes, to liberate you a bit, which rarely worked. The first time they heard you chuckle was when Ghost said some stupid joke over the coms. Team can not believe it and still think that it was just an radio interference.

°When you met Ghost for the first time the only thought was "He is so big...Damn, is he German?"

° " How can a such a young person have such old eyes?", Price asked you once, laying in med bay. After a short pause and a quick glance he got his answer.

"I read a lot"

°Being field medic means making controversial decisions. The Team questioned your morality a lot of times which blowed their minds when they tried to think like you. And they stoped for their own good. Sometimes, you just need to stop asking questions. It can be for the best.

"A doctor with a gun, ironic, is it not?"

"Shut it , Skull-boy."

°When you cooked something , guys were head over the heels for you. With "It's a one time event, and I won't cook for you ever again." you put the dish on the common table and tried to go out into the sunset. Obviously no one let you to do so, and you got to know others a bit better. "Huh, never thought that something interesting was about them , besides the files"

"This is delicious, where did you learn to cook like that?" Price asked you.

"I've learnt everything by myself. It was hard getting food in warzone, so i tried to make cool stuff basically from shit and sticks." Price fell silent. It's a good thing that due to Ghosts and Soaps drunkenness they will not remember a thing from this talk.

Hours went like the minutes. It was over a 11 pm and while you were able to drag Soap into his room (After he got beaten up in alcohol competition by Ghost) , when you returned into the living room and saw Ghost, big buffed 6,4 guy , laying on the couch like a starfish, the first thought was "Nuhuh, nope, not gonna do this" . Turning your back to him, you went straight to your room. Well, about 5 meters until you decided to cover the poor guy with your big scarf.

In the morning you head a few knocks on your door.

"Come on in, mysterious stranger." You said with your back turned against the visitor. While looking into laptop you waited for his next move.

"Thank for blanket" Ghosts voice was quite recognisable, just as his heavy steps.

"It's a scarf" Silence fell as you were thinking of answer . "You are welcome. Put it on bed, please"

° After that accident Ghost became a bit less colder to you. It appeared in small details. The tone he spoke to you changed a bit, he knew what kind of tea you preferred.

"You sure you are not brit too, Doc?" Mockingly asked Price at your quiet tea session in kitchen.

"Shut it, moustache-man."

If tea is not up to your liking, Ghost will not stop until he will find tea type that you will like. Sweet big boi :)

° Raindrops washed away blood from your face, as you were sitting near stone wall and wincing painfully. You both needed to take a break from all of this. Ghost thought you were out of your mind when you started to read to him poems on another language.

"Huh, that one sounded nice. What's it about?"

"Uhhh, basically about tha fact that humans are not birds, but all have wings. In metaphorical sense obviously. Yeah, i'm going crazy a bit, sorry". Then both fell silent . Being talkative was not one of Ghosts character traits. So you tried again.

"Hey, remember when you said about being a Doc with a gun?"

"What about it?" Answered Ghost, with his soar voice.

"I... I do not like guns . Like, at all. Only in case of self defence."

"You realise that you were creating a bio weapons just like... a year ago?"

"... There is a difference." You coughed blood while Ghost helped you to stand up. "I guess he doesn't like me at all"

° There was a strange connection between you and Simon, no one denied it. A lot of thing happened between you and Ghost since you joined 141 squad. Mainly it was a small intimate things you both enjoyed. The way you fixed his masks "out of boredom", the way he behaved himself around you. For once, you have found a great listener. It is a shame though, that he has fallen asleep during most of your lections on quantum mechanics. After that every morning he went straight into your room to return scarf that you lend to him. Sometimes it felt like you do not need words to communicate. And when you did, it was a story for another day.

°You and Soap were heading towards meeting room when to yours surprise he spoke "You said you did not have a favourites."

"Huh ?I do not". With a tilt of a head you answered.

"Then why do you always laugh over Ghosts jokes? They're stupid as hell"

All of a sudden you stopped in the middle of the hall. So did Soap.

"Oh"

°While on missions, he thought you were just being overdramatic with how exhausted you were. Truth came out when Soap searched for shirt you borrowed from him and found an X-ray image of your spine and Ghost came in. After that there was a big talk about how even they let you into an army.

"Yep, that's one of the reasons i do not like to actively participate in missions... I'm also flat footed by the way :) "

°With that kind of relationship Simon met a lot of your quirks. If you meet him in the corridor and you are going in the same direction , things happen.

Glance was shared between you and the guy in skull mask. You hands were straightened and pointed into his direction. You know, no one was surprised when they saw Ghost giving you piggyback ride to the meeting room. No one dared to say a thing.

°First time when when you hugged Ghost was in quite drunk state. You did not regret anything, though.

Ghost will remember until the end of his life how team stared at you both when you hands embraced Simon and you whispered "Boobs~". Who would Soap be, if he didn't took a picture?

° When you cuddles for the first time it was your initiative, which is not surprising. Ghost did not gave his answer right away, but if you wanted to, he was willing to try. Usually he is big spoon, but when you held his face in your hands he melts. Out of words when you gave pecks on his mask.

"Hey, Ghost, you wear mask because of anonymity or it's a phycological thing?" That question got him in stupor.

"Why are you asking?"

"It's nothing, really", after long stare from Simon you gave up, "I'm just interested in length of your hair. I mean, if you do not show your face than you cut your hair by yourself, and if you not...Sorry, i'm mumbling again"

"Is' alright ...I have short hair."

"Huh, cool. Can i touch it ?"

"Hm...Maybe"

At that evening, at the dead of night, Simon Riley was curled in your embrace, while your fingers played with his hair. Yep, he definitely need a normal haircut.

° When you both got your vacation time, since he had nowhere to go, the guy was quite shocked with the fact that you invited him to your apartment. Like, really-really shocked.

° "Hey, remember the thing i said that "If i truly love a person, i would rather cure anything that's possible in the person that i love, than to buy him flowers?" Simon gave you a nod, drinking tea at your kitchen.

"Well, here is a therapy abonnement just for you..."

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I got this from an Evan fan. You were right about this one. As a Jewish person I was disgusted to read this but not surprised. Anti semitism is everywhere right now. It's popular to openly hate my people again. 🙄 Frances is Jewish too so me seeing a Jewish anti semitic person saying something like this is a first for me. I blocked her a long time ago, but I saw an Evan fan discussing this so I wanted to share with you. That is why Evan left her.

1 - Fuck Frances Mairead. Evan's entire family celebrated when that useless whore was beautifully dumped by him. No amount of alleged blackmailing can make him stay. He hired a good lawyer too. The shit that people don't know she did to him or tried to do to him allegedly. Fuck her and fuck her entire existence. She's a disgusting human being. Yes, to think she's Jewish and saying shit like this. Fuck her. She's part of the problem. Not even Halsey or Emma were this disgusting so openly and God knows what I think of those two bitch's.

2 - Let me say, my heart is with Israel and I don't give a fuck how all the racist antisemitic twats running around online or in streets feel about that. I'm turning off the reblog button in order to keep the racist antisemitic shit off my feed. I turned off the @ here a long time ago so I never receive mentions. That evil shit is not coming on my dash, point blank.

3 - It seems that people forgot all about the Holocaust and Hitler. Hell, motherfuckers barely remember September 11. What I am seeing people do for their love of "Free Palestine" is disgusting and revolting. It's racist. It's antisemitic.

4 -Thank you to this Twitter account StopAntisemitism for reporting all the awful antisemitic racist behavior going on around the cities of the USA. College professors, teachers, lawyers, doctors and college students are being fired or expelled for antisemitism. Good. You don't deserve to work, earn a living, live in USA cities and be such a antisemitic monster at the same time. This downfall is what you deserve. May you all get caught and fired from your jobs.

5 - In my job alone, 25 people have been fired this week for being caught on camera ripping down Israeli's missing people posters around the city. A few of them were caught at rallies saying "gas the Jews!" on that Twitter account. All fired. We ain't tolerating that shit. Get the fuck out with that.

6 - Time for schools to start teaching kids about the Holocaust again. Too bad teachers are now too busy teaching kids about sexual fluidity and the 50 different genders created every week. But seriously, time to replay Anne Frank films and Schindler's List in the classrooms. While at it, remind these kids what September 11 is as well. The open hatred and antisemitism being seen all around the world right now is disgusting. I am side eyeing so many people I use to work with. Who knew they were monsters?

7 - Leaving this here to remind people:

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Please Stay With Me

Chapter 11

⚠️ Trigger warning contains some sexual language ⚠️

While MC and Jake where out taking their walk MCs phone buzzed, she took it out of her pocket and saw that it was Jessy again.

MC: I am getting sick of this bitch now enough is enough

Jake: what's wrong?

MC: here take a look

MC showed Jake the message that Jessy had sent, his eyes widened with shock at what Jessy had just sent.

MC:

hey bitch!! You think that's going too get too me? Your wrong me and Jake couldn't be happier, oh and btw I loved having Richy's hard cock deep inside me he told me I fuck better than you. He even told me it was the first time he'd cum in a long time, you just couldn't get the job done he faked all the other times.

Oh and when he would go into the bathroom afterwards, yeah that was too finish him self off.

Jake: what did you do?

MC: I gave her a taste of her own medicine she thinks she can destroy what we have

Jake: don't worry MC, I will never let her come between us ever again.

MC put her phone back in her pocket and they continued their walk along the beach stopping at a little bar too get a cold drink each.

Jessy had finally got her self together when her phone buzzed, she picked it up and saw the message from MC her anger began too boil too the surface. She had too calm her self down if she was ever going too get this test done.

She pulled her self together and went too the doctor's appointment, she had the test done and was told too wait in the waiting room as they were able too find out that day for her.

With time on her hands she pulled out her phone and reread the message that MC had sent.

Jessy: you think you can get under my skin by saying that, your so very wrong soon you will see that Jake is the farther of the baby!! And when that result comes out I will make sure everyone knows it!!

After she sent the text she sat there looking at what she wrote feeling pleased with her self. Before she knew it she was being called back into the doctor's office, they had the results of the test and they came back that Richy was indeed the farther.

Jessy sat there in shock she couldn't believe it, she didn't know what too do next should she tell Richy? Instead she decided too be even more spiteful and send another message too MC.

Jessy:

So thought you wanted too know you need too congratulate Jake for me, he's going too be my baby's daddy!!

After taking everything over MC and Jake where back on the same page, they were not going too let Jessy ruin what they had.

Just as they were about too leave MC got another emaaage from Jessy.

MC: OMG!! Please say this isn't true

Jake: what is it?

Jake: MC what's wrong? Please tell me

MC just stood looking at her phone frozen too the spot she didn't know what too do, she finally managed too look at Jake in the eyes and started too hit his chest tears falling from her eyes. Jake grabs hold of her hands and trya too claim her down the best her can.

Jake; baby please, what's wrong? What ever it is we can sort this out I promise

MC: y-your the f-farther, you are actually the farther of that bitches baby

Jake: what!! That can't be right

MC: but it is, all that bullshit you told me yesterday was all crap. You and I both know you didn't use a condom you fucked her and got her pregnant!!

Before Jake could say anything, MC slammed the engagement ring down on the side of the bar and walked off. He tried too call after her but she didn't answer, she got back too there room and started too pack her stuff. Before she had a chance too finish packing, she started too feel dizzy the room spinning MC fell too the floor. She just about managed too grab her phone and called Jake.

Jake: MC I'm so glad you called

MC: j-jake, please i-i-i need your help

Jake: where are you?

MC: in our room

Jake: don't worry baby, I'm on my way

Jake got back too the room and found MC on the floor, he rushed over too her side and helped her onto the bed. He grabbed his phone and phoned for an ambulance, MC was taken too hospital the doctor's ran all the tests they needed too and made sure the baby was okay.

Jake: MC, I am so sorry please I love you so much I can't lose you

MC: I need time too rest Jake please

She took hold of Jake's hand giving it a light squeeze, Jake pulled out his phone and opened up a chat with Jessy.

Jessy: what the hell do you think you are playing at!! How dare you tell MC that I am the baby's farther!! Because of your little stunt MC ended up in the hospital I hope your happy now. Oh and btw I will find out the truth!!

While waiting for the tests too come back MC got some sleep, so Jake pulled his laptop out of his bag and did some digging into what Jessy had told MC.

Jake's POV

You think you can destroy the love I have for MC, you think you can break up apart by spreading your evil lies. I will find out what you have done I have a feeling that I can not shake, deep down I think Jessy is not telling the truth.

After doing some hacking into Jessy's hospital records, I have finally uncovered your lies I am not the farther you just decided you would stick the knife in even further and tell MC I was the dad.

MC started too wake up so Jake put his laptop away and held onto her hand just as the doctor came in, they explained that MC's blood pressure was slightly up and was stressed, she was told too get plenty of rest and she would be fine the baby was also doing really well, and that there was nothing too worry about.

MC was allowed too leave after a few hours, while they waited for a taxi too arrive Jake told MC what he had found out.

Jake: I decided too hack Jessy's records and she was lying, I am not the farther

MC: you really mean that? It was all lie?

Jake: I really mean it, It was all a lie I love you so much MC

MC: I love you too Jake, Jessy is going too pay big time for this!!

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bubblegumfanfictions · 1 year

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Down the Rabbit Hole- Chapter 11

Fandom- Angels of Death, Satsuriku No Tenshi

Ships- Zack Foster x Original Female Character

Warnings- Swearing

Summary- Robin Reyes is a fucked up girl, from a young age she was molested by doctors and sometimes her mother's boyfriend. With her mother's abuse getting worse and worse the girl snaps and kills them both. While on the run she gets approached by a group of people claiming they know a place where people like her could kill, legally. All she needed to do was follow the rules.

When Robin meets Rachel she realises that she wants to try her hand at a normal life despite how abnormal she is and when she meets Zack they gradually warm up to each other until she realises who she wants that normal life with.

Word Count- 2722

After a few minutes of silence, Zack felt something move under his feet, "Hey, it feels like something rang under my feet. That means I can move right?" Zack grins, wading out of the water. Robin wrung out her dress to the best of her abilities, it was now just damp and Zack handed her back her Apron which she also squeezed out.

"Guess we should head back to the hole, right?" Zack asked Robin, who was attempting to pull her damp dress onto her body. Aside from that, she was uncharacteristically quiet. Zack had only been with her for a short time, but he was used to her obnoxiousness.

"Oi, Dumbass, you alive in there? Helllooooooo?" He kept tapping the blonde repeatedly, trying to get her to say something. He doesn't like one-sided conversations. He realised it had to be to do with what she told him, or her crying. Maybe she thought he would kill her? In a normal situation, he absolutely would but he related to shitty adults abusing, manipulating and scaring their children, he knew it all too well.

"If it means anything, you're still the same annoying ass girl that giggles too much, that ain't gonna change anytime soon, so quit your moping, it is almost more annoying than your normal mood. Not sure if this'll help any but I know what it's like to get fucked up by adults who think they're better than you."

Robin smiled a bit at that but she still looked upset. "Ughh, don't give me that look, you look like Rachel when you smile. Fuckin' dead eyes, the both of you." In retort to that, Robin tilts her head to the side, managing the deadest look possible and dropping to her knees.

"Please... Kill me." She looked at Zack dead in the eyes before he began to giggle like a maniac, that was when she finally lost it. She got up and they finally began to walk to the hole.

The second they left the first room however, the lights began to flicker. Maybe five or six times before Robin spoke up. "Looks like some dipshit forgot to pay the electricity bills" Zack giggled, that was the sort of thing he'd say. As annoying as Robin is, it was nice to have someone on the same wavelength.

When they get into graveyard 2, Zack runs straight up to the hole. "She still isn't back? What the fuck is inside there anyway? If that bitch is going to bolt on me-" Zack was interrupted by Robin groaning loudly.

"She won't, remember? She wants you to kill her. She won't bolt until you do." Zack nodded, pacing back and forward in front of Rachel's grave as he sorts through his thoughts.

"What the hell is up with her anyway? She won't run, she's all emotionless... It is fucking creepy." He thinks for a moment and then continues. "Yeah, it would be boring as fuck killing her. Maybe when she is frolicking around like a gleeful little dipshit, then I'll kill her." Robin sits down on a neighbouring tombstone with an equally thoughtful expression.

"Not necessarily, you saw her back there, if it wasn't for the dead eyes she almost looked alive." Zack raised an eyebrow. "What? I said almost." Zack stops his pacing while letting out a loud groan.

"Fuck sake, this is driving me mad!" As if on cue, or to purposely piss off Zack further the lights flickered. "Ugh, not again." Robin got up from her seated position when an odd feeling ran through her body as if she was being watched. She stood next to Zack as they both looked around the room, the lights flickering once, twice, three times and then a fourth before totally blacking out.

Robin felt herself freaking out at how dark it was, she knew she could handle the dark, she got over it shortly after killing the Doctors at the asylum but that still didn't help the gnawing feeling that something was about to go wrong. "Oh, are you FUCKING serious!?" She heard Zack yell to her left. "IT'S PITCH BLACK!"

The two killers tried navigating themselves into corners so they won't get jumped but ended up slamming into each other. "Watch where you're going, dipshit." Robin hissed at the taller boy.

"In case you didn't notice, I CAN'T!" Just as Robin was about to respond Zack stopped her. "Shhh. Who's there?" Zack called out as he clearly heard extra footsteps in the room.

"You grave desecrator." A child's voice? They have a child running this floor? The lights flicker back on, presumably controlled by the floor master. Robin looked down at the young boy, he couldn't have been older than 15 although she couldn't really tell due to the weird mask he was wearing. He had on some large blue overalls, oversized gloves and a red scarf and he held a large shovel in his hands.

"....Huh?" was Zack's reaction to the child that stood before them. He looked down at the child seemingly offended by the fact that whoever was running the joint thought that this kid could take him out.

"Howdy, Zack! ...Robin. The names Eddie." The young boy looked at the carnage that Zack has caused and sighed. "I had a nice spot for you with everyone else but you had to ruin your own grave? And Robin's? You are insane." Zack rolled his eyes, propping himself against his scythe, like always.

"Yeah, but don't you think mine was a piss-poor excuse of a grave? --No?" As quick as he could Zack lifted his scythe in preparation to attack Eddie but Eddie was faster. He switched out the lights and ran beside Robin before switching them back on. "...Damn you-"

Eddie looked forlornly down at Zack's grave and the hole. "Sorry, due to the circumstances yours was a bit of a rush job-- The hole is only half dug." Eddie's stance suddenly changes as he seemed very smug now. "But your tombstone is just fine, I'd say it fits you to a 'T' if you catch my drift." He proceeds to giggle in a creepy horror movie manner.

"How about I make YOUR grave instead?" Zack goes to attack the boy but gets stopped by Robin.

"Whoa Whoa Whoa I think fucking NOT, the little sod is just going to turn out the lights and then I'll be flayed!" Zack laughs at her comment.

"Two for the price of one!" He readies his blade again as the lights begin to flicker and dim and then it goes dark again, without a moment to spare Robin jumps out of the way just before she gets hit by the full force of his weapon. They flick back on again but this time Eddie is standing opposite the two adults with a grin peeking through the hole in his mask.

"Well, enough about you. I'm more interested in finishing that girl's grave, I'm in love." Zack looks at Robin, confused. Robin shook her head and gestured it towards the hole in the wall hearing Zack make a sound of acknowledgement. Eddie pouts and turns away from them. "It's always the same thing, making graves for murder victims day in and day out! It's boring! Sure making graves is my passion-- but the bodies that occupy them aren't quite as loveable. They lack beauty."

This was a bizarre situation. This murderous child just stood there talking about making graves. Robin and Zack looked at each other, at a loss as to what to do. They knew they would be too slow for the little shit but to be blatantly stood there with his back facing them was just a fucking death wish. Robin thought for a while that only Rachel would creep her out, but Eddie? Eddie is another story entirely.

He then turns to face them, finally. "But that girl! I want nothing more than to make the grave of my dreams for her. I think we are the same age too... I want to show her I understand! We are made for each other! That should be infinitely more beautiful than some sloppy and mangled up corpse! --Or should she desire it, sloppy and mangled would be fine too."

Robin started to back up feeling both awkward and freaked out by the little psychopathic crotch goblin in front of her, and by the look on Zack's face, she knew that he felt the same. They wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of dodge. Neither of them signed up for this shit.

Zack heaves. "Are you trying to make me hurl?" yeah, it was definitely gross. Eddie tilts his head to the side, taking a step toward Zack.

"What? My sophistication makes me the perfect match for her." He giggles once again. "Too bad I can't say the same for either of you. That is why the one taking her life will be me."

Robin frowns at being called unsophisticated. She was plenty sophisticated! She grips the pickax that was originally loosely dangling in her hands and looks at Zack. "Sounds like this little psycho doesn't know his place." They both ready their weapons and run towards Eddie. But before they get to him the lights go out and due to their agitation, they were both swinging their weapons with abandon. "OW! You hit me you bandage squandering machine!" Robin swung her pick in Zack's direction hoping to hit him in return.

"Fuck! I can't see my hand in front of my face." She clearly missed.

"No shit! That's why he switched off the lights Sherlock!" Then the lights switch back on and Eddie is gone. Zack walked over to the pipe that Eddie was standing on before he vanished and kicked it, crying out in pain and utter annoyance.

"Damn him, that little fucker!" He growled stomping towards the hole in the wall. "Hey get your ass over here!"

“SHIT! Can she not hear me?!” Zack exclaimed, squeezing his head through the gap in the wall to see if he could spot her. Spoiler, he couldn’t. “How freaking far did she go in?”

Zack flopped against the wall with a dramatic “Ugh.” Robin, who had been watching this temper tantrum had opted to stay quiet– mainly because she couldn’t be fucked to deal with him. The bandaged man in question began muttering “That grave-digging dipshit thinks he can outwit me?!”

“Please, outwitting you would probably be easier than stealing candy from a baby.” Robin scoffed, picking some dirt out from under her nails. You can only deal with his temper tantrums so long before you’re no longer afraid of dying.

Zack didn’t fail to send a glare in her direction but ignored her response to rant even more. “That punk, he’s in love with her and wants to kill her himself?” Zack visibly shivered in disgust. “The thought just makes me want to puke!”

“We can’t have her dying on us, she is the only reason we haven’t killed each other,” Robin pushed herself away from the grave she was leaning on to go over to Zack. “Besides- she did say something about another room in the back right-hand side. Maybe we could figure out where it is and get her?”

She could see Zack’s shoulders straighten as he stood up. “Wasn’t there a crumbling wall on the right side?” Robin shrugged as she wasn't paying much attention to her surroundings. “Might as well find out.” Zack concluded as he grabbed Robin's hand, successfully dragging her out of the room.

They both made it to the morgue and, sure enough, there was the crumbling wall at the back of the room where they found the key. Although for some reason, Zack didn’t see it. “Um… It isn’t here.” Robin shook her head letting out a heavy sigh. She shoved Zack to the side. “Oi watch what you’re fucking doing Wonderland! You almost shoved me in the water… Oh- I see it now.”

“dipshit.” Robin responded half heartedly, studying the crack down the center of the wall, “Hey! Rachel! Can you hear me?” Zack situated himself to Robins side, the narrow walkway making it impossible not to brush sides.

“RACHEL! FOR FUCKSAKE ANSWER.” He yelled through the wall. Rachel must be right back against the wall because they both heard a gasp of surprise from the otherside of the wall.

“Oh great the loud mouth is here.” Robin, nor Zack could completely discern what was going on behind the wall other than odd sentences. “Choose who your killer will be. Him– Or me.” The pair of killers nosily shoved their ears against the crack in the wall to get as much of the conversation as possible. But there was only silence on Rachel’s end, she seems to be considering his offer.

Eddie continues, “Oh my dear sweet Rachel, let me lovingly put you to death.” Robin can see the gears turning in Zacks head, she could also see the make believe smoke coming from his ears from the years his brain has been unused.

“HA! Sophisticated? MORE LIKE MEDICATED!” Robin gave Zack the only look she could muster up– Bewilderment.

“Zack- he called you unsophisticated like an hour ago and you’ve just thought of a comeback?” Zack shrugs and continues.

“You gonna kill her with that boring look on her face? What a fucking idiot!” Robin chuckled quietly, seeing Zack that worked up was hilarious to her. A few seconds of silence passes once more before they could hear Eddie speak from behind the wall.

“Can you two KINDLY shut up!? Rachel and I are talking!” Robin looked at Zack, her brow furrowed.

“What are we going to do? If Rachel accepts his offer I doubt we will get much further than this.” Zack puts his hand on her shoulder, a small knowing smirk on his face as if to say ‘trust me I got this’.

Zack raps his fist against the wall a few times, the echo of the hits filling the room. “Hey- can you hear me?” Silence. “I’m not talking to the grave-digging dipshit. I’m talking to YOU!”

“Me?” Rachel’s voice finally fills the air after what seems like an eternity.

“Yes. You. Listen up. Don’t think for one second you can die of your own will.” Zack moves Robin off of the small walkway and begins to charge at the wall. “There’s plenty of people in this building who would love to kill you.” Zack rams into the wall a few more times before continuing.

“But I’ll have that honour.” Zack pauses, seemingly in thought and smashes against the wall again. “I swear.. I swear to God.”

“To God?”

“Uh huh!” Zack said breathlessly as he rams the wall again and again. “So make sure nobody gets to you first.” Zack and Robin wait with baited breath for Rachel to respond, and sure enough.

“Okay.”

“Rachel?” Eddie’s soft-spoken voice cries out, he sounds worried– Frightened, even.

“Hit that wall as hard as you can!” Rachel yells out. Robin sees Zack take a few steps back, ready to charge the wall with all his might. He takes a few moments and runs straight into it. A loud crash came from the wall and suddenly the stone gave way and there stands Rachel with Eddie nowhere around.

Zack storms into the other side and starts hunting around “Where’d that fucking punk go.” Robin runs in after Zack and begins searching around the room herself, it seems to house all of the technical aspects of the floor like the heating and cooling systems.

“Why Rachel?? Is it so wrong to want to kill you?”

“Duh!” “Of course it’s wrong you fucking moron!” Both Robin and Zack exclaim.

“My my. He’s so vicious– Are you sure you want him to kill you Rachel? And what about Robin? She tortured her own family! Her own blood, Do you really think either of them will give you a clean death? I will do a pristine job! Let me!” Eddies voice filled the room but they couldn’t see the young boy anywhere.

“Shut the FUCK up! Show yourself so I can tear you apart!” Zack yells, kicking everything in sight.

“Rachel… You are mine to kill. Can you wait for me until then?”

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I posted 2,024 times in 2022

That's 1,186 more posts than 2021!

28 posts created (1%)

1,996 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 270 of my posts in 2022

#doctor who - 18 posts

#dw spoilers - 16 posts

#the master - 16 posts

#simm!master - 14 posts

#tenth doctor - 11 posts

#thoschei - 10 posts

#tgsoulsshadow - 8 posts

#self insert - 8 posts

#doctor who fanfiction - 8 posts

#original character - 7 posts

Longest Tag: 109 characters

#the worst part about this scene is to think about that he touched the keyboard with those fingers afterwards!

My Top Posts in 2022:

It's storming like mad in our area. And all the public transport got cancelled. First it was only the trains and I got on a bus. But even that kicked us out half the way through... So I had to walk the other half... Which was over an hour. And trees were falling down left and right of me... one was extremely close. It would have hit me hadn't I stopped for a moment to check google maps...

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Stay alive for me - The Master x Reader

Rating: T Warnings: Mentions of self harm Summary: “You can’t cope with all the pain anymore. But right as your thoughts go too far, the Master appears.”

You thought things had gone well, recently, but in truth you only were too tired to notice all the small things that kept piling up until they almost suffocated you. Ever since the Doctor had brought you home - at your own request - you had managed to find a job, get an apartment and even make some friends. And things were great.

For as long as you didn't dare to look too closely.

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Donna canonically saw the Doctor naked.

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This time I'm staying (The Doctor & The Master)

I read this post and my brain went: Someone has to do it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm still mad about how badly the Master was treated throughout the whole series. First he was left with the Nazis, then he was left to die on Gallifrey and then he is left again to die all alone!!!!!!!! Nope... just nope. I can't. Someone, please hold me while I'm crying for this murderous bastard. So, here is my personal fix for this mess. Rating: G Summary: An old body brings old memories. And with a shock the Doctor realises there is someone he has left behind. Also on AO3

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My #1 post of 2022

Change is the constant (Dhawan!Master x Reader)

Rating: T (mostly fluff and bickering ;D) Summary: You always seem to get lost in the Master's TARDIS. Or is there something else going on? A/N: Someone in a Discord server mentioned how funny it would be if the Master had a habbit of constantly redecorating his console room and how a potential companion would be super confused about it... So I had to write just that. XD Enjoy ;) I didn't use any pronouns. So anyone can read it. Also, this - technically - could still be Simm!Master, if you prefer him ;D

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theoncomingdoo-dah · 1 year

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DW SERIES 6

We did it boys.

The series premiere was a bit disappointing (and confusing and convoluted) but well, um, we watched it.

"You're trying to turn me into you."

Best episode(s): It's a tie! Between The Girl Who Waited and Closing Time.

TGWW had an amazing concept and setting (I freaking LOVE the idea of the Two Streams Hospital!) And my god the character writing was on POINT. Best moment and the moment that rocked me to my core had to be where Rory told the Doctor

I mean, damn. That's on par with series 1's "You would make a good Dalek." And not to mention, this episode holds no punches. (Neither did The God Complex, but this one is a better episode in my opinion) when it comes to how manipulative the Doctor can be. 11 can be a goofy, silly little guy but at his core? Cold ass mother fucker.

And I LOVE that. It shows how fucked the events in series 2-4 made him. Time Lord Victorious does things to a mf.

Closing Time is not a super deep episode but it is funny and charming. And I could not stop smiling while watching it. I love Craig. I just do. I love how he's not even a companion but he's aware of what's going on with the Doctor. I love how the Doctor and him have this weird partnership going on and neither of them are like "ew gross" when they're mistaken for a couple. I love how it's implied that Craig actually *really likes* the Doctor (bicon!). I ABSOLUTELY ADORE the scenes with the Doctor and Alfie, especially with the galaxy lights. I'm using that in fanfiction, make my words. This episode was just fun. Simple as that. A nice little one off.

Also the part when the Doctor saw Amy and Rory from afar, that was really sweet. 🥺

I LOVE the relationship between the Doctor and the "human" TARDIS in this episode, it is so damn adorable. And the episode was written by Neil Gaiman! Yay!

Best thing about this episode? It's reminiscent of RTD Era present day Earth episodes. And God, I missed them!

Most surprising episode: The Doctor's Wife.

Look at that title. Look at the title and tell me what you expected this episode to be about. It's not! It's not that! Rory punches two Nazis, including Hitler but it's a fucking River Song centric episode. Lame. So fucking lame. Also that ending. Ugh....

Most Disappointing: Let's Kill Hilter.

We get 11 in coat and tails and a top hat though so not a complete loss.

The Wedding of River Song and A Good Man Goes To War.

Worst Episode(s): Another tie...

First, I'll say that the series finale is better than Big Bang. Because I could actually follow what was going on for the most part and it kinda(?) made sense(?) But besides that?

UUUGGGHHHH. So bad. So much bad.

At least i know what the hand tying thing looks like now. So I can use it in fanfiction. But I'd like to point some things out. Rivers statement about how no one loves the Doctor "no more than me"? Fuck. You. 1, nice assumption. 2, The TARDIS would like to know your location. Ugh, I HATED that line!

Also, also! This nice, romantic scene? ABSOLUTE MANIPULATION. The Doctor 'married' River to basically be like "There, I'm your husband now. Do what I say." Fuck this fucking scene. This romance. This plot line, END ME.

A Good Man Goes to War, is not as bad, but still pretty awful. Yet again, amazing title, terrible execution.

We got to meet some neat characters! ...and they're all dead. (But I'm assuming we learn more about them in other episodes)

I went into this knowing who Melody Pond/River Song is. But my partner didn't. So when it was revealed who she is, my partner's response was the following-

"EWWWWWW."

And that's all I have to say about that. Also River being conceived on the TARDIS gave her Mary-Sue Time Lord powers and Rose literally absorbing the Time Vortex did what...? Nothing?

Please no. I want Bad Wolf Theory to be true. please.

Compared to last series that really only had 1 episode that felt was worth the watch and was actually really amazing, series 6 had a few that I genuinely enjoyed but everything else was either meh or FUCKING AWFUL.

Series Rating- 6/10

So overall better series but Flesh and Stone doesn't hold a candle to the awful/awkwardness that is The Wedding of River Song.

Series 7 next. We already watched The Asylum of The Daleks which was a lot better of a series premiere than The Impossible Astronaut. (BTW, if I haven't mentioned it, I really could not care less about this era's overarching plot.)

Not looking forward to Day of The Doctor. Just being honest. I feel like the scenes between 11 and 10 will be fun but ill just be thinking about how

no nine

no eight

Rose is here despite not being her and Moffat not liking her unless he can use her as a plot device

But the two twinks interacting will definitely help in the crack fic I want to write.

#dw #the doctor shitposts #anti moffat

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starry-evie · 2 years

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hello! i’m evelyn. i’d like to talk a little bit about what the 13th doctor and jodie whittaker have meant to me. please bear with me as it’s gonna take quite a bit to get to the point.

it’s funny the things you realise in hindsight. you’ll be thinking about something, and then next thing you know you’ve uncovered this entirely different perspective that gives a new context to your thoughts. i had this experience with the 13th doctor, especially after the previous two episodes. to explain that though, we’re going to have to go a little further back. all the way to 2010. i had just finished watching season 5 of doctor who. the eleventh hour was my very first episode. i instantly fell in love with the show, mainly owing to the doctor himself, matt smith. he was like me. i had never seen anyone like me on tv before. i was quite a shy kid (still kinda am) so you can imagine what this meant to me. the 11th doctor very quickly became one of my favourite characters ever. i went on to watch the rest of the show, and while i loved 9 and 10, there was just something about 11. he was different. he was special. he was my doctor. i knew that one day he would leave, but nothing could prepare me for that. i was in tears when he regenerated. now peter capaldi was the doctor. just like 9 and 10, i absolutely loved 12, but 11 was still my doctor. i went between wanting to be him, (partly because i thought it would be amazing to be able to regenerate) and wanting to travel with him. i often imagined what it would be like to regenerate, and what i’d want to look like. then at one point i thought “what if i could regenerate into a girl?” i would have this thought a lot, and didn’t know what to make of it until 2016. i learnt what trans is, and started questioning my own gender. i didn’t end up with anything definitive though, and it wasn’t until 2020 that i figured it out. i still thought about it during that time, but it was very on/off. fast forward to 2017. the doctor is regenerating again. i didn’t realise it at the time, but watching the doctor, one of my absolute favourite characters (regardless of incarnation), become a woman was incredibly important to me. now that thought i had about “regenerating into a girl” was kinda validated. now it was real. i was seeing this thought i had had for years actually happen. sure, i wasn’t the one who had changed, but watching the doctor, a character i saw parts of myself in and connected with more than anyone, change in that way? that moment means more to me than i ever thought it could. in hindsight of course. i wasn’t really questioning when this happened, so i didn’t realise what was going on. but deep down, i did feel something. when the doctor became a woman, something clicked. it felt right, in a way i didn’t even know at the time. before this, something had always felt the tiniest bit off about how much i connected with the doctor. again, i wasn’t really aware of it, but it was there. that feeling went away when jodie became the doctor. now i truly connected with the doctor. i felt seen. i felt validated. i felt represented. and i didn’t even know it. fast forward to 2020. i’ve figured out my gender, and i’ve realised that i’m like the doctor again. 13 has become so important to me. she has been a crucial part in my journey, and i don’t know where i’d be without her.

but wait, there’s more! we gotta go back a bit. when i first started questioning and thinking about what this would mean for relationships, i always found that nothing felt more right when i pictured myself with a girl, as a girl. i didn’t think i’d ever have this representation. cut to earlier this year. yaz reveals her feelings for the doctor, and the doctor later confesses her feelings for yaz. this is all to say that representation matters. there are so many people out there that see themselves in these characters and look up to them. they should feel seen.

jodie whittaker, thank you. thank you for being a wonderful doctor. you mean so much to so many people all over the world, and we miss you already. one heart is happy for everything you’ve done, and one heart is sad to see you go. whatever happens next, travel hopefully. we know you’ll be brilliant. here’s to your final adventure 💙💙

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nbroyalty · 2 years

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Lol, I just kind of want to rant here for a sec about the idiocy of a specific doctor's office I went to

To anyone super queasy with the hate for needles or blood or veins or anything, please skip this post, ty.

So for context, I was going through some serious behavioral problems and mental health problems from age 11, so I started seeing a particular doctor's office that was like half therapy half normal doctor's office. I'm just gonna call this specific office "Queen's son". It was ok for the most part, I usually just went in, did a check up, answered some questions and then left to go see the 'main doctor', "Dr. Drop" (fake name obviously). So I went in and we were talking about my vitamin levels because I have a vitamin D deficiency (covid didn't really help because when it started I barely left my room for like a whole year). She recommended I get a blood draw to check up on my vitamins and I was alright with this because I was usually chill with blood draws.

So her assistant leads me back to the tiny lobby and I leave with my grandpa. Like a mile away from the office and I start to get spam called from my parents, so I pick up for my step-dad. "Hey dad. What's up?-"

"Oh thank god- you're not dead-"

"Wh..What? Dad, what's wrong?"

"Dr. Drop's office called and said you were missing. You were supposed to get a blood draw over there."

🚩 #1: THEY LOST TRACK OF A KID. WHICH, BTW, THEY LEAD ME BACK OUT TO THE LOBBY. So I hang up and my grandpa and I rush back. I run up to the door and...it's locked. I try to open it again and look inside the glass door before I go back to my grandpa's car. He then points out he just saw all of the people that work there leaving out the back because they apparently closed right after I left. 🚩 #2: THEY LEFT THE JOB. WHILE A CHILD WAS MISSING. WHICH THEY HAD LOST. WTF.

So I try to be calm about it and ignore the two previous red flags and call my mom back so we can schedule it for the next appointment. Next appointment rolls around, we do the usual, the take my weight, check my blood pressure, ask questions, then lead me down a hall I hadn't seen before. They take me to a room that looks like a traditional doctor's office and sit down and start to roll up my sleeve. You wanna know what the first thing I hear is when Dr. Drop and the other nurse comes in?

"Ok, I know it's your 2nd time drawing blood, but-" 🚩 #3: THEY WERE PRACTICING IT. ON A CHILD. WITH NO PARENTAL CONSENT WHATSOEVER.

Sooo I'm starting to panic, but I try not to show it as I let her do her stuff. Now, I have very thin veins, so I won't count this as a red flag, but she didn't even get a vein in my first arm after trying very roughly to find one, so she moves to my other arm.

Now, for the ones who hate the mention of any needles or can get sick easily, skip to the next puppy pic in the post because I don't want to make anyone queasy and DON'T read the next red flag.

🚩 #4: SHE DROPS THE NEEDLE. WHILE IT'S STILL DANGLING IN MY ARM.

I SIT THERE FOR A FULL 6 SECONDS BEFORE SHE EVEN REALIZES SHE FUCKING LET GO OF IT. AND WHEN SHE GETS BACK AHOLD OF IT, YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT THIS BITCH SAYS?! "Oh hey, that got it to hit a vein, hehe!"

...BITCH WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

Welcome back, my queasy queers!

So I have huge bruises on both of my arms for a very long time, just to find out if I still have a vitamin D deficiency

And I don't even tell my mom why for like a 2 weeks out a fear.

Soooo yeah. If Dr. Drop somehow gets ahold of this, I honestly don't even feel guilty for sharing this, and no, I will not disclose who either her or "Queen's son" is.

(Bonus points for traumatizing me and making me go into a nervous giggling/crying fit in my next doctor's office because they had to do a blood draw too.)

#trauma #queen's son #screw dr. drop

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mionemymind · 3 years

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Chapter 9: The Truth

Fake Memories

Series Summary: After Y/n is caught cheating on Wanda with Carol, Y/n would do just about anything to get Wanda back into her life. But was it even Y/n’s fault that she cheated? Or was it the new enemy set on revenge?

Chapter Summary: The after effects of the attack on New York have changed everything for the Avengers, Wanda, and Y/n.

A/n: I have managed to write this all within one day. I’m sorry if there are any mistakes but please let me know your thoughts love :) (Not my GIF)

Warnings: Fighting, Hydra, Blood, Mentions of Death, Anxiety, Curse Words

Word Count: 4.9k

Masterlist

Covered in ash, dirt, and dried-up blood, Steve was a walking disaster as he paced through the hospital waiting room. Well, if you would call it a hospital that is. It’s been less than an hour since the Avengers have controlled the fires in New York but the troubling news of Y/n and Wanda brought them to a halt.

They quickly rushed to the “hospital”, which was just an empty leased building before being revamped into a hospital for this emergency. The walls were made up of light green curtains. You couldn’t even separate the blood-curling screams from down the hall to the one next to you.

“Stop pacing Rogers. You’re making my head hurt,” Tony said as he sat next to his suit. He had managed to borrow one of the hospital’s tablets to see if there were any updates that could remotely be done to the tower. So far, no luck had been made to reboot F.R.I.D.A.Y or power up the building in general. “Don’t tell me what to do,” he bit back.

Before Tony could say anything, Natasha lightly elbowed him in the stomach to keep him hushed. Now was not the time to start fighting especially at a time like this. “Are you any closer to powering up the tower?” She asked. If Natasha was nervous, she sure as hell didn’t show it. While the assassin did have a similar beat-up look like Steve, her composure was almost too relaxed. However, if Steve cared to notice, he could quickly see how big of a lie that was but his mind was only focused on the two youngest Avengers.

On the other side of the building lied Wanda and Y/n. The only thing separating those two was the thin green curtain and the team of tired nurses and doctors that surrounded them. And while the two have been closer before, this was the first time in a while that they both slept peacefully by each other. It didn’t matter the circumstances of how they slept, but rather what they dreamt...and it was of each other.

“What do you think we would have been like if we lived normal lives?” It was a late afternoon on a sunny day in spring. Wanda and Y/n laid down in the grass under a tree that shadowed them from the sun. Today was one of their off days and seeing as the weather was nice, the two felt like it was a perfect time to go to the park.

“Well, we would obviously attend school.” Wanda was lying down on her back with a dandelion in her hand as Y/n laid on her side, using her left hand to support her head. “I can honestly see you as being the popular person or maybe even the President of some type of political club.”

“What makes you say that?” The soft breeze that covered them came once again, which blew the pappis away. The small frown on Wanda’s faced made it hard for Y/n to focus but she still responded, “You just have this powerful aura to you, Wanda. When you talk, people listen. But what you do better is how easy it is for us to believe you. That’s something not a lot of leaders can do.”

“You make it sound like I’ll be the next President of the United States,” Wanda replied jokingly. “I wish.” Wanda pushed Y/n back slightly as she laughed but all Y/n did was smile at the action. “But what about me? What do you think I would be like?”

Putting her finger to her chin, Wanda thought for a moment before saying, “Honestly, without your powers, you are probably a film nerd at heart. Maybe just a nerd in general.”

“Hey! Now you’re just being mean.” Wanda rolled her eyes as she threw away the dandelion stem. She turned her head to face Y/n. There was this adoration in her eyes that quickly made Y/n blush. “Who cares. All I know is if anyone decides to mess with you, they’ll obviously have to go through me.”

“Oh, so you’re telling me the President of the political science club is going to come to my rescue?”

“Duh! I’ll probably yell at them or something. If not, I’m not afraid to get nasty.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“How’d you let them get away?” Fury said as he walked into the hospital that Y/n was at. The man was not in his finest hour. First, the mass destruction of New York city was blasting on the news. Reporters and anchors are not looking in favor for the heroes regardless of the actions they’ve taken to try and minimize the damage. Many were angry at the mere fact that this happened at all.

“Someone on their team had quickly teleported them to safety,” Carol stated. The girl has been feeling nothing but guilt for the past hour. Although she did save Wanda and Y/n, the state she had found them in only did worse for her thoughts. “Even if I did try to catch up to them, the lack of response from Wanda and Y/n meant something. I probably couldn’t have faced them alone if I tried.”

Before Fury could have walked any further into the building, Carol grabbed him by the arm, forcing him to look at her. “Her ears were bleeding Nick...I think they did something to her head again.”

Wanda woke up with a slight headache, the dream vaguely on her mind. As she started to grasp her surroundings, she only grew more confused. “Where am I?” She thought. The loud beeping beside her combined with screams and loud thoughts overwhelmed Wanda. Feeling the need to get out, she quickly started to remove the various wires on her as the recent events caught up to her. “Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to lay back down,” the nurse asked kindly.

“Where’s Y/n?” Wanda almost lost her balance as she stepped off her bed. She used the nurse in front of her to regain her balance, before walking out of her “room”. “Ma’am, I’m not going to ask again, please lay back down or I will have to get security.”

The threat was the last thing on Wanda’s mind. All she could focus on was finding Y/n. Using her powers, she closed her eyes and tried to sense where Y/n was. Considering the girl was right beside her, it didn’t take long for Wanda to find out.

Quickly walking over to the side of her room, Wanda pushed the curtain to the side but the sight in front of her made everything stop. There was Y/n, battered and bruised. There was drywall dust on her face along with dried-up blood. “Y/n,” Wanda whispered in disbelief. Much to Wanda’s dismay, Y/n didn’t respond. She remained unresponsive on the bed.

Reaching out to try and hold her hand, Wanda was pulled back by the same nurse. “Ma’am, please let the doctors and nurses do their jobs while you go back to your bed.” Wanda shrugged off her hand, her eyes glowing red as she said, “Don’t.”

Wanting to be by Y/n’s side, Wanda tried to walk towards her again but Steve’s voice made her stop. “Wanda.” Turning back around, Wanda first noticed just how beat up Steve was. His helmet was off which made Steve oddly look like a raccoon. If times were different, maybe Wanda would have laughed. Instead, she stormed out of the room, feeling more overwhelmed.

“I’m sorry about her ma’am,” Steve said with a courteous nod.

Wanda sat on the ledge of the roof. The slight breeze of the night was coursing past her as she mindlessly fiddled with her fingers, a nervous habit she developed after her parents’ death. It was during a harsher breeze that Wanda touched her forehead where the slight open injury was at. She had left the floor just moments ago and somehow her feet led her here. Although she knew that she needed someone to look at the injuries she sustained, her mind was focused elsewhere. It was plagued with thoughts about the girl that was still entrapped in a room full of doctors that had no clue how to treat her. Wanda knew it was wrong of her to read their minds, but she hoped that at least one of them at least knew where to start. Panic and anxiety filled the redhead’s body the more she realized that no one knew how to help Y/n. Soon, the room felt as if it was enclosing on her. Before Steve realized she was about to break down, she left to sort out her thoughts and emotions.

Wanda had been so deep in thought that she hadn’t noticed Carol leaning against the entrance of the roof. The blonde was only a couple of feet away from Wanda wearing black sweatpants and a shirt. The girl was wrapping up a mission when she saw the text from Y/n. Carol didn’t know whether the drop in her heart was from the fake feelings Memory Man had created or whether she genuinely cared about the girl’s wellbeing. It didn’t matter though. What mattered was Y/n’s safety.

Carol leaned up against the ledge while surveying the view. They were a foot away from each other but it didn’t take a mind reader to know that both girls were thinking about Y/n. Ironically enough, they each had their separate thoughts about how they failed to protect Y/n. For Wanda, she felt as if she was the sole reason that Y/n got hurt. If she had only conquered her abilities more, Y/n wouldn’t have had to sacrifice herself again just to protect her. Not only that, but Wanda felt beyond frustrated with herself for being so frozen and paralyzed as the enemy hurt Y/n right in front of her eyes. There was nothing holding her back besides herself and that was something that will haunt her for a while. For Carol, she felt that if she were just a bit faster and maybe not a galaxy away, she would have reached them in time to help.

After a couple of minutes of silence, Wanda sidely glanced at Carol. The first thing she noticed was her attire. It didn’t take long for the dots to connect before she realized that it was Y/n’s clothes Carol was wearing. Wanda bit her tongue at the ounce of jealousy and resentment that decided to rise within her. This was no time to start arguments especially with the person that helped Y/n just in the nick of time. So Wanda had opted for a different but just as difficult route. “Thank you.”

Carol heard but decided to remain silent. Clearing her throat, Wanda continued, “I’m not sure what would have happened if you hadn’t found us.” Finally, the two made eye contact as Carol glanced at Wanda. “I’m only here for Y/n,” Carol deadpanned. Wanda choked at her words but still had a serious composure. They both looked back at the city but there was a more tense feeling in the air. Carol hadn’t cared if the words had hurt Wanda. What she cared for was Y/n. But the looming question in the back of her head was always if this was a genuine feeling or if it was forced. However, the way her heart overwhelmingly felt angered at the person beside her, she knew that at this time, the feeling was genuine.

Subconsciously, Wanda felt the emotions that leaked out of the blonde. She didn't need to go in her mind to realize that. It felt like Carol’s guard was down leading her aura to be seen. It had covered the area surrounding the two in such a suffocating manner that Wanda felt like she couldn’t breathe. The two most compelling emotions were the anger she held for her and the love she had for Y/n. As she cracked her knuckles, Carol muttered, “It is quite ridiculous the things Y/n continuously goes through for a team that can barely return the favor.”

“You don’t get to-”

“Now listen here. I don’t quite care much for your team. Frankly, y’all don’t deserve Y/n.” The two faced each other with such intensity that one wrong move could cause a fight with two of the galaxy’s most powerful superheroes. “But if I’m being honest, you don’t deserve Y/n.” Wanda’s fists clenched at Carol’s words. It took everything out of the redhead to not fling Carol out of New York, because how dare she accuse her of such atrocities.

“If I were you, I would stop where you’re at,” Wanda said threateningly. The spiral scarlet glow in her eyes only made Carol chuckle. “You know you’re not the only one with powers.” Carol’s fist glowed with the same intensity as Wanda’s eyes. But the threats were pointless as the two had stopped at the same time.

“You don’t see it but you should feel lucky Wanda.” Cocking her eyebrow, Wanda responded with, “And why is that?” The redhead remained in a defensive stance as she crossed her arms. Carol walked closer to her and placed her hand on Wanda’s shoulder. Wanda was still tense but it slightly faltered when she saw how serious Carol was. “There’s a girl out there that loves you even when her mind and heart tell her otherwise.” And with that, Carol left Wanda to herself.

The burning feeling in his legs shouldn’t have felt familiar but it did. It reminded him of the body that he held through New York’s streets. It reminded him of the blood all over his hands and clothes. It reminded him of that fateful night that he failed.

And as he stormed into the hospital with nobody in his hands, something in the way that the team looked made his blood drain. Before Bucky could ask about Y/n’s whereabouts, Beth had walked in. Seeing her familiar face caused Bucky to be slightly relaxed but still anxious about what she could possibly say.

“I have an update on Y/n’s health.” Carol had walked into the room and her attention immediately landed on Beth. “Tell us, Beth,” Fury said.

“As of right now, she will be fine. The doctors have her hooked up to a solution that is allowing her regeneration abilities to work. But-,” before Beth could finish her update, Tony had stood up and loudly commented, “- Great, now that we know Ms. Hydra is okay, can we get back to the real issue at hand?”

As Carol was about to advance to Tony, it was Beth’s words that made the room quiet. “Of course it would be the self-righteous billionaire that would talk shit.” Tony’s head snapped towards Beth. “Excuse me?!”

Beth glared back at Tony, not daring to back down. Her arms were crossed as she continued, “Don’t act like you can’t hear me, or is your ego too far high for you to actually listen?”

Walking towards Beth, Tony said, “Listen here you son of a-” Before Tony could get any closer to Beth, Bucky had used his arm to stop him. “I wouldn’t if I were you.” Tony forcefully removed Bucky’s hand from his chest. He stepped away from Beth, not wanting to deal with what he thinks of as just some pathetic nurse.

“You know what the real issue is Tony - actually - all of you. It’s the fact that you seriously think of Y/n to be this villain.” Beth had let out a dark chuckle at the irony of the situation. “Or have you forgotten the shit you’ve ALL done? Let’s name them, shall we?”

“Beth-” Beth glared at Bucky. She didn’t care if this wasn’t the time nor the place for this conversation, because God was she so tired of them. “Tony, remember all the weapons that you’ve created for mass destruction and have yet to actually own up to the consequences of them?”

“I would stop there if I were you before-”

“Before what?!” Beth said as she threw her hands up. “Before you sue me?! Before you attack me?! Oh - that’s it, isn’t it? What are you gonna do? Kill me? Like how you did with Y/n?!” The room grew more silent as everyone besides Bucky and Beth digested her words. “It’s honestly sad how a bunch of adults has managed to push a KID to take their life away. All for what?! Because you thought she cheated on Wanda! News fucking flash - she didn’t even fucking cheat.”

“What?” Steve said. The shock of Beth’s words was still affecting him. “It was Memory Man. He had put fake memories in Y/n’s and mine’s heads. That was the whole reason we kissed - wait - did you not know about this?” The team was frozen while Carol and Fury impatiently waited for answers.

Not caring to wait for their pathetic excuses, Beth said, “It’s not like it matters what they have to say. They don’t even care for Y/n but for those that actually do. Right now we have no clue what her mind is going to be like. Memory Man has already given her enough damages before and considering we don’t know the full extent of his powers, we can only wait till she wakes up to see if she will actually be okay. Now if you don’t mind, I have a patient to take care of.”

Before Beth could leave, Bucky grabbed onto her arm. He gave her a look but Beth wasn’t having any of it. Ripping her arm from his grip, she stated, “Don’t Bucky. You know how much your family has hurt her. So don’t just stand there and act like they’re saints especially since you know how much Y/n needed you.”

It’s been a couple of days since the attack in New York and Y/n has since woken up. She has barely spoken to Beth, Bucky, Carol, or Fury. Although Estell’s presence would have been welcomed, Beth has yet to tell the girl the news of Estell’s death. Unfortunately, during the attack, she was shot and killed on sight by Hydra. The only reason Beth knew was from the long list of deaths she read on TV.

“We need to transport Y/n to a different location,” Fury said in a small meeting that consisted of only Bucky and Carol. “I agree. Since Hydra has managed to infiltrate the tower once, who knows when they’ll do it again.”

“That’s why a different country will do her better than here.” Fury sighed at the decision that was laid upon them. New locations will always be hard to adjust to but that wasn’t all of it. “Wanda will remain as Y/n’s guard.”

Abruptly standing from her chair, the loud screeched filled the room. “Are you serious?!” Fury’s expression didn’t change as Carol only grew with rage. “She could hardly take care of herself during the attack. What makes you think she could possibly take care of Y/n?”

“The girl was simply outnumbered. We all were.” Moving to get the file that was beside him, he slid it on the table. Bucky grabbed it and had started to silently read it. “But I need the both of you on the front lines. After what Beth has said, I need you two to make sure that the team is actually doing their job. They were supposed to have found out about Hydra’s plans before the attack, now I’m starting to think they didn’t even try.”

Carol was still angry at Fury’s decision to which he sighed. “You will know of Y/n’s location at all times. I will let her have a remote that when activated should send you a signal. Since you’re back on Earth, you’ll get to her in seconds.” Carol sat back down in her seat. Although she was still mad at Fury’s decision, she felt better knowing that Y/n could signal her for help.

“Now, I need you to say your goodbyes for now. Y/n leaves in an hour.”

Wanda stood in the foyer of the hanger as various agents loaded up the quinjet with materials that she and Y/n would need for the time they were gone. She was informed of the last-minute decision just moments ago by Fury himself.

“Please take care of her.”

The words echoed in her head as it had been the only time she’s seen Fury actually care deeply for somebody else. Before she could ponder more about it, Beth had interrupted Wanda’s thoughts. “Wanda?”

Turning around to the source of the sound, Wanda stood in front of a young blonde woman with intense eyes. “I’m Beth,” she said as she held out her hand. Wanda reluctantly shook it, not quite sure as to who this lady actually was. “I’m Y/n’s friend.”

“Great, another pretty girl I have to worry about,” Wanda thought. “Well, I’m also her nurse but I think she would consider me her friend as well.” Wanda stood awkwardly not really knowing how to respond.

Using this opportunity, Beth handed Wanda a bag full of medicine and vitamins. “I know this will be a lot to ask of you but could you please take care of Y/n?” There was no doubt in Wanda’s mind that this girl in front of her meant well. The nurturing feeling in her aura surrounded Wanda.

“That girl has been through a lot and I would know.” Confused by the intensity of her words, Wanda couldn’t help but ask, “How do you know this?”

“I’ve been her nurse for a while now.” This news only confused Wanda even more. “Was she injured before the attack?”

“What is it with you guys and not knowing a single thing about Y/n?” Beth thought. She started to get irritated at the thought of another Avenger hurting Y/n. She could only hope Wanda was different from the rest. However, Wanda heard Beth’s thoughts and said, “What do you know that I don’t?”

Beth scoffed at the question and replied, “The truth.” The simplicity of her answer made Wanda internally roll her eyes. Whether she admitted it or not, she had started to feel territorial over the fact somebody else knew Y/n better than her.

“Wanda let’s go!” Fury yelled from afar. The two looked over and saw Y/n hug Carol, Fury, and Bucky goodbye. Oddly enough, she looked emotionless when she did it. “Just please don’t fuck up again.” Wanda didn’t answer respond back to Beth because if she did, something bitchy would have probably left her mouth. Instead, she walked over and into the quinjet. She buckled into the seat closest to Y/n but the girl didn’t give any attention to Wanda. She remained silent and focused on her hands for the whole ride while Wanda thought more and more about what Beth meant.

“Now that we’re all here let’s get started.” Fury turned on the projector and the first image the was on the screen was New York on fire during the attack. “So far, we’ve received word that there have been 125 casualties and approximately around 500 critical injuries suffered from the attack.” Click.

“However, we face a bigger number when it comes to those that are currently missing. Estimating from 600 - 1000 people are found to be missing. And since we have efficiently cleared the rumble from the damages, our sources have found out how they’ve gone missing.” Click.

Footage of the event was playing but in the location of the subways. One by one, explosions could be seen in various parts of different train passages. It didn’t take long for Hydra soldiers to infiltrate the train systems but all camera footage cut to black. “Hydra has effectively taken hostages of those that were on the train during that night. They have used bombs to blast any chance of us going after them in these tunnels.”

“Is there a way to locate the subways?” Steve asked. “Since New York hardly invests in their transportation department, they are unable to track any of their subways. More than likely, Hydra has already disposed of them in case they were to be tracked.” Click.

“What we need is to figure out where these people have gone. This many hostages taken is something we cannot allow. And considering we have hardly been able to figure out their plans before the attack, I can only assume the worse when it comes to this.” Fury turned the projector off and continued his speech.

“Bucky and Carol will be removed from their current missions to assist the team with this situation. There will be absolutely no complaints about this. Any signs of lack of cooperation, I will gladly remove you and ban you from missions indefinitely.” Fury looked around the team once more and felt disgusted at the people he has to work with. Giving them no time to reply, he left the room not being able to stand the sight of them anymore.

Since they were dismissed, part of the team left in a hurry until it was down to three people. Tony was about to leave when Steve said, “Are you going to apologize to Y/n?” The question was genuine and serious because ever since that night, Steve had been unable to sleep. All he wished he could do was apologize to Y/n but the girl refused to see him. Unfortunately, he understood why.

“Why should I? It doesn’t change anything.” Steve stood up and slammed the table with his hand. “We killed her Tony.” Tony walked in front of Steve. “I didn’t do anything,” he sneered.

“Steve. Tony. We need to calm down,” Natasha said as she watched the two go at it. “Don’t act so mighty Natasha. I heard you bullied the girl too.” This comment caused Natasha’s jaw to harden. “Aww, did I hit a nerve?” Tony childishly asked. “Oh fuck off Tony. There you go again bringing other people down when you can hardly accept what you’ve done. YOU took away Y/n’s funds. She couldn’t even afford anything.”

“But you watched me do it, Rogers. You could have done something too yet you let it happen. So don’t patronize me. Nothing of what she said changes anything.” Tony quickly left the room as he felt himself explode in anger. This didn’t even surprise Steve anymore. He was tired of keeping the family together when it was clear now that it was meant to be apart.

“Here we are,” Wanda said as she dropped her bags in the living room. Looking at her surroundings, the flat was a decent size. Two bedrooms, one bathroom, a kitchen, living room, and accommodations on the floor below them.

“So what do you-,” Y/n hadn’t responded to Wanda’s question as she zoomed past her and walked into her room. Softly closing the door shut, Wanda sighed at her reaction. It wasn’t a surprise but Wanda still couldn’t help but feel hurt by it all. “I guess I should start unpacking.”

It’s been a couple of weeks since Y/n and Wanda started to live together in the flat located in the small town of Edinburgh. While Wanda mainly kept the place tidy, Y/n remained in her room all the time unless it was to use the bathroom or to eat. The only time she would even dare to be close to Wanda was during dinner. If it was breakfast or lunch, Y/n would take what Wanda cooked for the day into her room.

But Wanda was stubborn. She always left Y/n little notes of her whereabouts anytime she left for an errand but a small compliment would always be at the end of it. Sometimes she would knock on Y/n’s door and ask if she would want to watch a movie with her. Obviously, Y/n never answered but Wanda continued to ask. Other times, Wanda would think of Y/n’s favorite foods and would cook them for dinner that night. And while Y/n had never said it out loud, the empty plate she left in front of her always made Wanda swell with joy.

However, tonight was going to be different. Usually, the two would sit in silence as Wanda would have the tv playing in the background but Wanda needed to hear Y/n’s voice. Not only that, but she was hoping that the truth would come out as well.

Trying to figure out a way to break the silence, it was oddly Y/n that had done it first. “Why don’t you hate me?” At first, Wanda was shocked that Y/n had actually spoken, but the girl regain her composure and said, “Why would I hate you? You’ve done nothing wrong.”

Y/n was silent for a moment until she said, “But I killed your brother.”

Chapter 10

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mountswhore · 3 years

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𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 — mason mount

summary: after an argument ensues between the two of you, you’d decided to go for a drive. only for it to end worse than expected for the both of you.

warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of a car accident, mentions of blood and cuts

notes: requests are open

“I’m not ready to lose you.” + “Wake up! Please don’t do this to me.”

“Maybe you aren’t understanding,” you sighed, tired of the argument you and Mason were currently having, “I live with you, for fuck’s sake. I see you every night and every morning, so on my only day off, I want to see my family. We visit your family all the time, what about mine?”

Mason was tugging at his hair in stress, trying his hardest to keep his cool. It started when you’d gotten home late, after a nice day out with your mum and sisters, Mason sitting on the couch in complete silence. His argument was that you barely spent time together, especially since your careers kept you busy all the time. Your argument was that you see him during the day, whereas you don’t even speak to your parents for more than a minute on the phone. You understood his argument completely, you wanted to spend time with him, but he was dismissing your argument entirely.

“I rarely get time to spend with you, so when I actually get home from training early, you’re out all day with not even a note to tell me you’d gone.” Mason whined, following you into the kitchen as you left the living room. You both hated arguments, especially shouting, it wasn’t you at all. And usually your arguments were solved with just quiet talking, and a compromise. But tonight was something else.

“I don’t get that much time off.” You stated, making yourself comfortable on the island stool. You’d hoped Mason would just drop it, or at least see where you’re coming from. “If I knew you’d be finishing early, I would have offered you to come with me. But I didn’t know, Mase. I’m tired of this now.”

“You don’t think I’m tired of this?” Mason’s voice was gradually getting louder, and you squeezed your hands together to keep calm. “I’m tired of only seeing you when you’re sleeping, or half asleep as you walk through the door. I just want you, Y/N. We don’t even have sex anymore.”

“It’s not about sex, Mason. Not to me, anyway.” He was pulling every string and managed to get on every single one of your nerves, it was almost as if he were waiting for you to snap at him.

“Don’t try and spin this, I never said it was about sex. It’s just one of the many things we used to do, and don’t do anymore.” He’d shouted at you, his tone making it out to be your fault. You were the reason you didn’t have sex anymore, you were the reason you barely see each other any more.

“You can’t even have sex leading up to a match,” you reminded him, stopping at the stairs as you pulled your shoes back on. They’d only been off for twenty minutes, your bag still on your shoulder. “God, I’ve met rocks smarter than you,” you mumbled, reaching for the door handle.

“Oh, fuck off Y/N. Why don’t you go and sleep at your family’s house if you want to see them so much?” He shouted back at you, walking to the kitchen and away from you. You’d made a habit of slamming the door after you, stomping over to your car and starting it up. Another thing you’d always done during your arguments, was wait until you were away from Mason to cry.

You’d left the driveway, tears falling from your eyes as you left Mason in your house alone. He was sat against the kitchen island in defeat, head in his hands and beginning to regret saying what he said. He didn’t want you to go to your family’s home and sleep there, he wanted you in his bed. Close to him. That’s all he wanted.

You’d taken a hand from the wheel to wipe the tears from your eyes, no doubt ruining your makeup in the process, and as another had fallen, you squeezed your eyes to push them all out. In the split second your eyes were closed, you’d heard a large horn and felt your body jolt to the side, hitting your head on your window. All you could manage to do was grab your phone and see a bunch of texts, vision blurred so you couldn’t see who they were from.

Whoever it was, you’d texted: ‘hel p.’ Before letting the darkness, that was pushing your eyelids down, consume you.

Mason had received your text and almost threw up with worry. He clenched his teeth tightly together as he threw on his shoes, running out to his car and taking the route you always took to your parents. He knew you avoided motorways whenever you could, and he finally saw your car, both sides battered completely. He could barely breathe as he leapt out of his car, leaving the door wide open and going to check on you.

Your head was rested against the cracked window, he could see small shards impaling the skin of your face. His eyes were bleeding tears at this point, yanking on the doors but they wouldn’t open. Finally, your door had been forced open by his hands and he held you tight. He could feel your breath on his arm, so he knew not to assume the worst. His tears were landing on your hair, creating a small wet patch on your hairline.

“Wake up, please don’t do this to me.” He whimpered, holding you tighter to his chest as if it were doing something, “I’m not ready to lose you.” Your body felt limp, lifeless even, it was a feeling he never wanted to feel again. His chest ached with the sobs leaving him, wanting to curl up with you in bed. With you alive and well.

Finally, after holding you close to him, he’d called an ambulance. His voice shaking as he named the road and gave them your details. If he’d just listened to you, you wouldn’t be here right now, completely knocked out and in pain. He’d taken you from the car and carried you in his arms to his own. The sirens were rapidly approaching, his tears still falling from his eyes when they took you. He didn’t want to leave you, but he’d followed the ambulance to the hospital.

For hours he waited, eyes hopeful as a doctor left your room, but they’d walked the opposite way. The last he’d heard was that you were being taken into surgery, to remove the glass shards and stitch up the wounds on your head. He was advised to go home, grab you a change of clothes and get some sleep. But he refused. He wasn’t leaving this hospital until you were out with him. He wasn’t leaving until you knew how sorry he was for what he’d done.

He wept into his hands silently in the corner of the waiting room, lifting his hood up to avoid anyone who might know who he was. He’d contacted your family, telling them you’d been in an accident and that you were awaiting surgery. Of course they’d told Mason to keep them updated, wishing him and you well. He was shaking the entirety of the time he waited for you, finally a nurse coming up to him as he’d closed his eyes for a short while. It was almost 11 now, forgetting you’d gotten home late that night.

“She’s out of surgery,” the nurse confirmed, Mason’s heart beating faster for you, “she’s being transferred to a private room, and you’ll be able to see her there. We will have to keep her overnight, and we don’t allow visitors during the night. But visiting hours open at 6 tomorrow morning. Mason just nodded, he’d do whatever to see you again.

After an hour of waiting, he was finally allowed into your room. You were still groggy but upon seeing Mason’s face, all was forgotten. Grateful was an understatement, you’d been lucky enough to see Mason again. He sat down beside you, hand slipping through the wires and into your own, squeezing it gently.

“Hello, bubs.” He whispered, afraid of his voice breaking from the tears that had started back up again. You smiled weakly at him, biting you lip to contain your smile. “How you feeling?”

“Like death, if I’m honest.”

“You still look gorgeous even after being in a car wreck.” Mason admitted, brushing the hairs away from your eyes. The tiny cuts and stitches were dotted around your face, but your eyes still gleamed hopefully. Like they did when you first met.

You couldn’t hold it in anymore, “I’m sorry.” You cried, trying to turn away from Mason but it hurt to do so. Your whole body ached from being slammed into so hard.

“There’s not a thing to be sorry for, bubs.” Mason assured you, the pads of his thumbs wiping your tears away, “forget about the argument. Spend as much time as you want with your family, I don’t care. I’m just glad to still have you.”

“I should spend more time with you,” you mumbled into his hand, kissing his palm softly, “I’m sorry for not being around much. We need to make time for each other.” Mason just nodded, so full of joy to have you back with him.

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years

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Keep Holding On ~ KSJ [Request]

WORD COUNT: 1.7K

PAIRING: Jin x Reader x Daughter

GENRE: established relationship, death, angst, ANGST, sad, family au,

A/N: The song I went with was Keep Holding On by Avril Lavigne and I hope that it’s okay for you my love

TRIGGER WARNING: Details the passing of the reader please read with Caution!!!!

The moment he saw your daughter walk up onto her debut stage his heart clenched inside of his chest. Nara had turned out to look so much more like you than Jin and he couldn't help but imagine seeing you up on that stage. Nara's eyes scanned the crowd looking for Jin and as soon as she found her father she began doing a small wave with her hand. All she'd ever wanted was for Jin to come and watch her debut stage and now it was finally happening. Nerves will bundling up inside of her but with her dad watching she knew she would be able to do anything she put her mind to. The thought of the song lingered in her mind, it was a song Nara had been writing about in secrecy, not wanting Jin to see it until the time was right.

"She looks so much like Y/n," Jimin whispered as the lights began to focus on Nara, getting cameras ready to come back from the ad break. Jin stared at her, not being able to take his eyes off her for even a second. It had to have been the way your hair was styled and your makeup was done, it was like looking at a photograph of you.

"Hyung, she looks great," Yoongi whispered giving Jin a small shoulder rub of encouragement. It had been 24 years since you'd passed away and seeing your daughter up there was bringing everything back for Jin.

"Hyung?" Namjoon questioned watching as Jin looked down at his phone getting the camera open and staring back up at his daughter on the stage. Mic in her hand as she got ready to perform for the first time in front of thousands of people.

A slow melody began to play through the speakers inside of the room, it was a brave decision to debut with such a slow song but it was something from the heart. Something Nara had struggled with for years where your death was concerned. Although Jin had never once blamed Nara for your passing she couldn't help but feel guilty over it.

Tears rushed to her eyes instantly as she sang her heart out, making eye contact with Jin who was already crying from the first verse. The song touched on how guilty she felt about you dying and taking you away from Jin, about how she could feel you watching over her even when you were no longer around. That she and Jin were still going to keep holding on, pushing forward with you around them in their hearts.

"She has your nose," You whispered tiredly as you watched Jin bouncing around the side of your bed making you giggle. A small cough catching in your throat as you saw Jin stare down at your unnamed daughter. The one thing you had been struggling to do for the last hour was naming her.

"How about Hyuna?" Jin questioned as he sat down on the rocking chair beside your bed. Truth be told you had a bunch of names ready for her but when she came out of you, none of them seemed to match her.

"Nara?" You croaked out, sitting up in the bed a little and watching Jin. Your head resting on the pillow behind you as you felt your breathing begin to worsen. The doctor said all of this was normal, that you'd had such a rough birth that this was bound to make you tired for a while. But you felt completely out of it, everything sounded and felt as though it was completely far away from you and you had no energy to hold your own daughter.

"Nara," Jin repeats looking down at his daughter as she slept soundly in his arms. He was running the name through his head looking at her and smiling proudly.

"Nara," You whispered back to him, closing your eyes for just a second to get some rest. Jin smiled as he nodded his head,

"Nara is perfect...Little baby Nara," He chuckled softly glancing up and chuckling some more when he found you sound asleep.

"You must have really tired Mama out," He laughs getting up and carefully placing Nara into the small crib that the hospital had provided for you both to use during your stay. As much as Jin wanted you to get some rest you had to wake up, the doctors needed to do some tests on both you and Nara to make sure you were fit for release.

"Babe? You need to wake up, the doctors will be coming any second to discharge us," Jin nudged your arm softly but you didn't move, eyes didn't even flinch as Jin frowned.

"Baby?" He whispered laughing a little. You must have really been tired since usually, the smallest noise would wake you up. Jin knew from the experience of leaving the house early every morning. Shaking you a little Jin shook his head at you, wondering how you could even sleep with the hospital noise but your body rolled onto your back and stayed there, Jin's heart sank realising that you were no longer in the room.

"NURSE!" He screamed out ringing the bell beside the bed over and over again as he tried to feel for a pulse on your neck.

"NURSE!" His voice bellowed out as he desperately began to breathe into your lips, doing small chest compressions as he shook his head,

"Don't you dare die on me." He whimpered looking down at you as you laid there lifelessly, a nurse and set of doctors running into the room and ripping him away from you.

"Let me be with her! She needs me!" He screamed as a security guard escorted him out of the room. All he could see were people working around you tirelessly, machines beeping and people yelling over one another.

"What's going on? Please tell me!" He begged as a nurse ran out of the room carrying his daughter and taking her into another room with other babies.

"Jin...Jin you need to calm down." The security guard whispered as Jin stared through the small window at your bed. The doctors freezing as they stared up at the clock above your bed.

"Why did you stop!? HEY! HEY! Don't fucking stop!" He screamed banging his hands on the window as he yelled at the doctors to work on you.

"Time of death, 11:58 pm." The words felt like cold ice dripping down Jin's shirt as he watched doctors leaving the room, all of them giving looks of sympathy before leaving him there. All of them going back to their wives, husbands or partners to spend the night together while Jin just stayed there. Watching as a nurse covered up your body and walked out of the room.

"You can have some time with her...They'll come to collect her in five minutes." She whispered watching as Jin stared at your body, walking into the room and just watching you. Half expecting you to sit up or for him to wake up and have this all be some kind of nightmare.

"Mr Kim?" Jin turned to look at the coroner who had been running all of the tests on you and bounced Nara in his arms. It had been two weeks since you passed and there still wasn't a definitive answer as to how this had happened.

"It's hard to determine with things like these but we...We believe it was due to blood loss during the labour." Jin looked at Nara as he bounced her around, nodding his head. Even after getting answers that he would feel a little bit better but he didn't. Nothing made any of this better. The fear of raising his daughter alone came crashing into his head as he stared down at the report in the coroner's hands, sighing a little. Jin had held back crying for weeks, refusing to cry as he blamed himself for this. He felt as though he should have made sure that you were okay first, he should have pressured the doctors into sooner tests.

The final verse was coming up and tears were ruining Nara's makeup as she belted her whole chest into the song, holding the microphone despite shaking heavily.

"There's nothing you could say, nothing you could do...There's no other way when it comes to the truth...So keep holding on...Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through." The crowd erupted in cheers as Jin and Nara made eye contact, both of them crying as she slowly made her way off the stage toward him.

"Daddy." She breathed as he said nothing, just pushed her into his chest wrapping his arms around her. Embracing her tightly and kissing the top of her head softly, both of them forgetting the cameras as they cried together. Sobbing against her father's chest as he kept her close to him, kissing her over and over again on the top of her head.

"None of it was ever your fault," He promised as he held her close to him, the cameras leaving them alone as the boys escorted them backstage for some privacy. Crying together as she nodded her head, Jin held her face in his hands as he smile, using his thumb to wipe away the tears from her cheeks.

"She would be proud of you, so proud." He whispered to her, his voice cracking as he looked down at her. Over the years of your passing, he'd never once moved on but it had gotten easier to deal with your death.

"Shall we go home and watch old home movies?" He questioned as she leaned into his touch, nodding her head over and over again. When you first died Jin could never bring himself to think or speak of you, when Nara reached the age of wondering where you were he could barely explain it. Instead, the two of them would watch home movies of you, look over old photos and videos you had made whilst pregnant.

"Let's go." He whispered to her, taking her hand in his and taking her to go and collect her things from her changing room.

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Try Anything Once

BuckyBarnes x Reader

Bucky finds himself at the worse place, the doctor’s office. But maybe it isn’t as bad as he thought.

Word Count: 2.6k

There were many things that brought James Buchanan Barnes rage, but at the top of his list was his mechanical arm. It was bad enough that it was a constant reminder of who he was, who he was created to be, but now due to a technical failure, it was even more of an inconvenience.

“I already told you that it’s fine.” He muttered at Sam, trying to open and close his palm, with no avail.

“Yeah, and if I were blind, I would believe that. You need to get that thing fixed. Maybe it just needs some motor oil.” He said followed by a loud laugh, only making Bucky’s eyes roll. “I already reported it to the medical department, anyways.”

“What are doctors going to tell me about this thing, it’s not flesh. They don’t know anything about it.”

“Well, I mean, we do have the best doctors in the world. I think they know something about that contraption.” Sam replied, standing up from his position and traveling to the front of the airplane to see how long it would take them to get back to the compound.

Bucky closed his eyes, trying to calm the bubbling anger that was filling him up, almost to the point of explosion. It was supposed to be the best, why would it be giving him trouble. Subsiding his anger, he thought that maybe he would have to go to Wakanda to get it fixed. Maybe he would even have to stay there for some time, he could only dream of that. In the past 80 years, that was the only time he felt something close to peace. Forcing his eyes to open, he realized that the plane was descending. Looking out the window, he saw what he dreaded the most. A team of people in white bathrobes.

“Doctors.” Bucky huffed in annoyance.

As he made his way through the white corridors with fluorescent lighting, he could hear at least three pairs of feet shuffling behind him. He could almost sense they were too nervous to ask him any questions. He stopped at the end of the hallway and waited for three seconds before turning around to face them.

“Well? Are you going to open this stupid door, or do I have to break it to get this thing fixed?” He yelled, not feeling anything as he saw the three young doctors shake and vigorously nod their heads. The tallest one, she couldn’t be a day older than 25, quickly entered the access code and opened the door. Revealing a large waiting room with one assistant behind a desk. He heard the elevator music first, after that came a whiff of something. Some kind of flower Bucky couldn’t recognize.

“I have an appointment.” Was the only thing he said as the assistant moved his eyes away from the computer and saw the former Winter Soldier. He was different, he wasn’t scared of Bucky.

“Name and date of birth please.” He asked kindly as he faced back to the computer.

“This must be a joke.” Bucky said, as he watched the assistant’s motionless expression, he realized it wasn’t. “James Buchanan Barnes, March 10th, 1917.”

“Thank you, Dr. (y/l/n) will be with you shortly. Would you like anything to drink while you wait?” He smiled again, only enraging Bucky even more. He decided no answer was needed. After about two minutes, he saw the door swing open and a field agent came out first.

“Thank you so much Doc.” She smiled, Bucky had seen her before if he remembers well, she even introduced herself. But like always, he never remembered anyone’s name. She smiled as she passed him, and he just nodded back. After the agent, a woman in that dreaded white bathrobe came out. Average build, fragile looking, late twenties, it would take me less than two seconds to knock her off the ground. Bucky thought, immediately erasing the thought from his mind, something his therapist had taught him to do.

“Mr. Barnes, please come inside.” She said, her voice was extremely peaceful and calm. Everything about her seemed that way. It was as if one of those singing birds from Snow White had come out of the storybook and became a human. Bucky followed her into her office and sat down, looking at the pendulum sitting on top of her neatly organized desk. Swinging back and forth infinitely. “You’re here because your arm is giving you trouble?”

“The metal one.” Was the only thing he said, she just nodded and motioned him to sit on the exam table, “I’m not laying on that. I’m not five.”

“You’re obviously not five, you were born in 1917.” She quickly replied. “If anything, I should have you sitting on a wheelchair, or one of those reclining chairs they have elderly people in. I need you to lay down here to check your prosthetic. I also need you to remove your jacket, and anything that would obstruct me from performing my analysis.”

With a quick glare, he followed her instructions. He took his jacket off and without thinking twice, ripped the sleeve from his t-shirt.

Laughing a bit, the doctor started contorting his arm in different directions. “You superheroes really have a passion for all things dramatic. You could have taken off your shirt.”

“This was easier.”

“Not much of a talker, are you?” she said before pressing on a disk near the arm’s wrist. Gaining a hiss from the former assassin.

“Could you just stop.” He said in an annoyed tone. “I’m just here because your people were waiting for me once I got off the damn plane. Now stop messing with it before you break my arm.”

With one swoop motion, he was back on his feet. “This is made from an incredible rare material. Something that they probably didn’t even know existed at whatever school you got your degree from. Which one was it?” Bucky said, getting more and more angry as he saw the doctor didn’t even flinch at what he was saying. He started looking around the walls to see where she had that paper framed. The one every doctor likes to display, as if it was some sort of badge.

“I don’t have a medical degree. You can say this comes,” Dr. (y/l/n) took a pause. “Naturally to me.”

Bucky let out a small laugh. “I’m fine. And even if I wasn’t, I’m not going to have some random person who couldn’t even finish med school looking at my arm. It’s probably more expensive than everything you own.

Dr. (y/l/n)’s expression didn’t change, the small smile still on her mouth. “Pepper’s team warned me about you, Mr. Barnes. They said you were, difficult.”

“Difficult.” Bucky scoffed as he leaned on the medical table, he watched the doctor move back behind her desk. Typing something on her computer, the printer slowly coming to life, sending out a small piece of paper.

“Well, they actually said you were a huge pain. Difficult is just the word I choose to use.” She adjusted her glasses and read what was on the paper, taking out a pen and signing it.

“It really shows that after Steve left, this place started hiring just about anybody. Their whole system is going to fall apart if they keep uncredited people here.” Bucky spat out, aggravated at the mere thought that Sam would have sent you here with her.

“You’re not completely wrong with that statement. But I don’t think it was after Steve, it was before that. At one point they even recruited brain washed assassins.” The doctor replied with a grin on her face, only making Bucky’s blood boil even more. “Try this, it will help with regaining mobility.”

Bucky ripped the paper out of the doctor’s hand, crumpling it up and shoving it in his back pocket. Turning around to leave the office.

“Oh and Mr. Barnes, you have to come back to finish the assessment before you can go back into the field. Those are the orders stated by Mr. Wilson.” Again, that smug smile adorning her face. Does she always have something to say? Bucky thought as he stormed out of the medical building, heading straight to Sam’s room. He was going to hear what Bucky had to say about that know-nothing fake doctor.

Bucky heard Sam’s laugh before he actually saw him, as the automatic doors opened, he saw that the laughter was directed towards him.

“I’m guessing by your angrier than usual glare, you saw (y/n).” Sam said with a gigantic smile.

“Was that some sort of prank? You hired a fake doctor only for me to go and waste my time?” Bucky asked as he strode past him walking straight into the kitchen.

“What did you have planned for the rest of the day? Sitting on the corner of your bed at three pm, standing in a corner at four and do your hair at five? I know you do your hair, it’s impossible for it to always be perfectly imperfect.” Sam said shooting Bucky a questioning gaze, but he just rolled his eyes and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. “And what are you talking about fake doctor? Please tell me you let her do her job, if not I can’t let you come on the mission tomorrow.”

“Of course I didn’t, tomorrow I’m going to see an actual doctor to get a stupid note that says I’m fine! Even though I’m telling you right now that I’M FINE.” He yelled as he smashed down the bottle, making it as flat as a piece of paper.

It was at this specific moment that F.R.I.D.A.Y. said: “Bucky Barnes, you have an appointment with your therapist tomorrow at 11:30 am. If you were to miss this appointment, you will be sanctioned and will not be able to assist on missions.”

This obviously sent Sam on a fit of laughter. “That message couldn’t have come at a better time. Anyways, you need to get your appointments aligned. I suggest you go to the Doc’s office tomorrow morning to see if she has anything available.”

“Just send me the actual doctor’s office and I’ll be there tomorrow morning.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Bucky, I don’t know who got it into your head but, (y/n) is an actual doctor. That why she’s Dr. (y/l/n) and not just (y/n).”

“She was the one who told me she’s not credited. She doesn’t even have a medical degree, let alone know anything about vibranium!” Bucky said throwing his hands up in the air.

“You don’t have a degree but that doesn’t mean you’re not capable of being an ass. And an annoying one too!” Sam said, getting frustrated with the conversation. “Look, Dr. (y/n) has been here for a long time, she knows what she’s doing. Maybe you don’t know anything about her because you were frozen for half of your life and the other half you spent being a cyborg assassin. Also, she was one of the first people to handle vibranium when it was found in Wakanda, so I think she knows something about that. She even spent some time in a hut over there, just like you! You have more things in common than you think. So, tomorrow you’re gonna get her some coffee, go to her office, apologize for being, well, you; and get that arm fixed. In the meantime, you can look up some things about her. You do remember how to google things right?”

“Of course I remember. Could you just help me get on the net?” Bucky said while holding out his phone, it was now Sam’s turn to roll his eyes.

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The next morning, Bucky reluctantly made his way back to the medical building. The two disposable coffee cups were almost knocked out of his hands when the doors swung open.

“Back already Mr. Barnes?” he heard Dr. (y/l/n) say, it surprised him that she would talk so casually with him, given that yesterday he was, difficult. “Should I put down extra thirsty as a side effect on your chart?” She asked pointing to both of the cups.

“Actually Doctor, one of them is for you. I didn’t know what you drank so one is a black coffee and the other one has a splash of milk and sugar. Sam told me you would accept coffee as an apology, some sort of olive branch.” Bucky said, shoving both of the cups near her for her to choose.

“You can take me to get coffee instead. Judging by the stale smell, this is day old coffee. Plus, I don’t think you have tried oat milk lattes.” She smiled as she guided him to the restaurant inside the compound.

“Oat milk wasn’t a thing in the 40’s.” Was all that Bucky replied. “I wanted to formally apologize. It’s something new to me, my therapist says I should externalize my feelings more. I did not know your past; you know with the whole regenerative thing.”

This was the first time he saw her not smile. She looked away for a moment and asked “Did you try what I told you. It’s a type of oil that seeps into the smallest indentations in vibranium, creating a protective layer. With that, and some rehabilitation exercises, you will feel as good as new.”

Bucky just shook his head, not wanting to talk about his less than normal extremity. He opened his mouth to ask her, but she interrupted. “I know what you’re going to ask me. I may not be able to read minds but this profession has taught me many things, one of them being how to read people’s expressions.”

“Can you still do it?” He pressed on, if what he had read was true, then she was probably one of the only people that could understand what he was feeling.

“Yes, of course I can. As a supersoldier I would think you understood. It’s not something that you can just turn off, it’s here forever.” She said pointing to her whole body. “I didn’t want this; I didn’t ask to be able to regenerate. I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time and with the wrong people.”

“I researched you last night.” Bucky admitted shooting her a shy smile.

“Didn’t think you were tech-savvy.” She said, taking a sip of her coffee. “That was a long time ago, she’s long gone. I thought what I was doing was the right thing. And he, he convinced me that it was. But alas, I was only some sort of protection. Receiving the bullets that would wound him and healing the cuts that would kill him. But after I realized all the damage, we were actually doing I, I found this place. And from there on I decided I was going to heal other people. Even if they couldn’t regenerate.”

“I can relate.” Bucky said, slouching back on the bench they were sitting on, a weird feeling appearing inside of him. Something that he wasn’t used to, relaxation and peace. “I appreciate you not flipping out yesterday, I was out of line.”

“I’ve dealt with worse people here.” She laughed. “I looked at your videos fighting. You need to take better care of that arm of yours.”

“I didn’t know you were keeping tabs on me Doc, had I known I would have smiled at the camera.” Bucky said shooting her a smile, it was the first time she had seen him actually do that.

“It’s my job to check my patient’s whole file.” She explained but couldn’t resist to smile back. “And you can call me (y/n) by the way.”

“In that case, call me Bucky.”

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Hey it’s me again m, I have another request , I’d like Angst Prompt #10 "I'm on my way" with Gibbs. He answers the phone and is told something happened to the reader, and the reader is at the hospital and later on it leads to finding out the reader has Angst Prompt #55 Chronic illness. Please and thanks and you amazing at writing!!

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gif by dwaynepride

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

Warnings!: chronic illness, mentions of epilepsy, , mentions of seizures,, hospital, angst, pain, fluffy ending

Description: Gibbs rushes to the hospital when he finds out you were admitted. How will you tell him its because of an illness?

Author's Note: I don't have much experience with chronic illness, so if I messed something up. Just lmk. Hope you enjoy reading!!

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You had been having seizures since you were a kid. It took the doctors a year and half for them to realize it was epilepsy. It took another year to figure out the best medication to use for a 9 year old. You had been in hospitals a gazillion times by the time you were 11. Growing up with epilepsy was hard, you couldn't do very much as a kid.

But you learnd to live with your condition, as did most people. As you got older, the medications got better, and the seizures became rare occurrences. But they did still happen. You still visited hospitals at least a dozen times a year. But you never let it stop you from living your life, or being with someone else. The only thing was, you still hadn't told your current boyfriend about your condition.

You and Gibbs had been together for about a year before he heard about your first "episode". It had been a relatively normal day. You had left Gibbs house that morning, giving him a deep kiss on your way out the door to work. He had smacked your ass as you left, giving you a sly grin before you drove off.

He had gotten his coffee, gone to work, and did his paperwork, just like everyday. Only today was different.

He didn't get his usual morning text from you. Sure he had just seen you, but you always sent him an i love you text, or a have a good day text after getting to work. But you didn't today. That had been the first thing that set him off.

The second being you not showing up for lunch. He had called and called. But you hadn't answered. He was only growing more worried throughout the day.

He knew something was wrong when a call from an unknown number popped up on his phone.

"Agent Gibbs." Was his quick answer.

"Agent Gibbs, this is Doctor Harrold Green from St. Elizabeths hospital. I'm calling because Y/n Y/l/n is in the hospital, and your listed as her emergency contact." He didn't let the doctor explain. Hearing your name and hospital in the same sentence scared the hell out of him.

"I'm on my way." He got out quickly before hanging up, not waiting to listen to why you were in the hospital. He grabbed his coat and took off towards the stairs. He was too impatient to wait for the elevator. The team was shocked to see their boss leaving in such a hurry at only 2 in the afternoon, without a word.

Gibbs broke just about evey speeding law on his way to the hospital, barely parking the car before he was out and running towards the front doors. His eyes searched frantically for the front desk, sprinting to it immediately.

"I'm looking for Y/n Y/l/n." He was so out of breath. Panting in front of the woman as she searched the name on her computer.

"Room A23, down the hall to your left." He nodded in thanks and took off down the hall, nearly sprinting past the room he was in such a rush.

He opened your door, walking in to see you lying in a hospital gown, an IV hooked up to your arm.

"Jethro!" You exclaimed in surprise. You had completely forgotten you had recently changed your emergency contact.

"Y/n. Are ya okay? What happened?" He demanded, his voice raspy from being so breathless.

"Shit. This is not how I wanted to tell you." You looked almost ashamed, guilty even.

"Tell me what?" Gibbs asked hesitantly.

"I had a siezure today. Well more than one seizure, multiple seizures. They were bad to say the least, and I ended up passing out." You paused gaugung his reaction. "My coworker called 911, and they ran some tests. I uh... I have a condition. I have since I was little, I just didn-" he cutoff your ramble.

"A condition?" He asked. Why hadn't you told him?

"Yeah."

"W-whats wrong?" Here goes nothing.

"I have epilepsy." You saw his eyes widen slightly as he swallowed audibly. He didn't say anything. "I um, I didnt tell you because I didn't know how you would react. Most people don't want to be with people who have chronic illnesses. It's a huge burden to take on and I just didn't want to add that to your life, but I was selfish because I really love you and I thought telling you would make you leave and I ju-" he cut off your ramble once again, but this time with a kiss. A sweet innocent little kiss that meant the world to you. He broke away, but cupped your face softly.

"Sweetheart, I will always love you. No matter what. This changes nothing. I wish ya would've told me sooner, but I understand why ya didn't." Tears formed in your eyes. "Ya scared the hell outa me though." You let out a watery laugh

"I love you. You have no idea how much this means to me." He brought you in close, leaning his forehead against your own, interlocking your fingers.

"You are my everything, and nothing is going to change that." He kissed you again, just to prove his point. This kiss was sweeter than his usual pecks. It was more meaningful.

You gave him quite the scare, but he was so happy you were okay. And you were happy that he was accepting you for who you are. You had never had that before in a partner. You heart was soaring.

He took you home that night, holding you as close as possible, only letting go when he absolutely had to.

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