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— But I Like It And It’s All Because Of You | Marvel Fanfic

Before they were Stevella, they were Johnny Storm & Sophia Barbaro

Pairing: Johnny Storm x OC, Johnny Storm x Sophia Barbaro

Fic length: Short Blurb

Universe: Marvel Comics (Earth 37)

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Summary: What happens on another timeline, where our beloved couple were AU versions of themselves in a way different universe? Or maybe they are in our tale already? In other words the half-ass nurse and her fire filled boyfriend.

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It’s been a few days since the incident happened, as he felt his molecules got struck and rearranged before knock out, cold the rest of his family and friends.

But when Johnny woke up, he felt nice.

Hell, he was better than fine!

He was great. Despite the nurses and doctors who checked in on him, telling him to stay at the medical center to get rest. Yeah sure the first few moments he woke up he was groggy and a little whipped out but other than that he felt great.

He was getting himself into a red tracksuit for the snowy weather a few kilometers away, from the main medical clinic where he was staying. That was when he paused seeing the nurse who walked in.

“Woah, woah, woah, where do we think we’re going?” She asked.

Johnny held a cheeky grin towards her. Her dark hair from her light tan skin and soft brown eyes made him go hot.

God she is pretty…

“I don’t know if we noticed, babe, but the sickest runs on this side of the alps are right outside that window.” He remarked strapping on his cherry red sweater.

“Yeah I noticed but there are rules here, you can’t leave...” She explained walking over to him with a small smile but she was cuff off.

“Until we finish the test. I know but I never been good with rules. You let me know how those come out.”

She crossed her arms chuckling lightly at him.

He paused and smirked, “Wanna help me with the zipper?”

“This is not a ski resort, Mr. Storm.” She remarked.

“Ah ‘Mr. Storm’, I like the sound of that leaving your gorgeous lips.”

“Ha!”

“You can’t lie, you like the sound of it.”

“Again, not a ski resort. Sit your butt down.”

Johnny smirk tuned into grin as he sat down on the bed, “Ooh, yes ma’am. I like a woman with a commanding tone. As for your answer, it’s not a ski resort, yet! Luckily grandma still sends care packages through, you’ll be surprised for an 80 year old woman you—gah!”

Sophia stuck the thermometer in his mouth to shut him up and take his temperature. She giggled seeing his reaction before his face relaxed.

“You are trouble.” She smirked chuckling.

“Mhm, trouble is my middle name.” He remarked talking with thermometer in his mouth.

She noticed the temperature rising on the scans and said, “Oh you’re hot!”

“Why thank you, so are you.” He added, “And I’m not afraid to cry.”

“No, I mean you feel a little feverish..”

“Well I never felt better in my life. My god, you smell good, listen.”

He took her hand that was resting on his cheek and lowered it to play with her hands as he removed the thermometer from his mouth. She blushed a slight bit and raised an eyebrow, still a bit concerned about his very hot body.

“When you get off work?” He continued.

“4 but I..” She repiled.

“Tell you what, babe, you meet me at 4:01 at the mountain.”

He kept talking standing up from bed, grabbing his equipment for skiing and walked around.

“I’ll give you a minute to freshen up.” He continued, hell he took the thermometer that was in his mouth and placed it in her front pocket ever so gently, “This is yours.” Then he pressed a quick kiss to her lips, “That’s mine.”

He mumbled the word ‘nurses’ under his breath as he walked out of the room. Sophia stood there with a soft smile on her face, trying to not laugh shaking her head.

God he is cute…

She looked at the thermometer that held his temperature and the machine beating. His core temperature was 209 degrees. Oh that’s new and rather got. His energy level was hot.

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Later on, the two of them were dressed in ski clothes riding a helicopter across the mountains. The radio was playing some 2000s punk band as the hover above one another.

Johnny dressed in fire engine red and black, meanwhile Soph was dressed in deep rosy pinks and dark browns.

The two laughed at the wildness of it all.

Once they reached the drop point, turn to the pilot and Johnny shouted, “Alright you should stay to the right. The left might give you trouble. I think we should drop like 10 more feet.”

The pilot nodded.

Sophia chuckled and shouted, “We’ll be fine. Let’s make a bet.”

Johnny smirked, “I’m listening! What we talkin’?”

“Last one down springs for room service.”

“Your on.”

Before the blonde could say anything else, she flipped her body forward and lunched into the snow below them. Her screams echoed through the sky as laughter filled the air around them. Johnny grinned at that.

He looked over his shoulder at the pilot and proudly shouted, “That’s my future wife!”

With that, he lunched forward into the snow and began sliding down the mountain on his board. She looked over her shoulder and chuckled.

“You’re pretty good at this!” Sophia yelled skiing down.

He laughed, “Not so bad yourself, babe!”

“You’ll be losing soon.”

“Ha! All right. No more kid’s stuff. Watch this!”

Johnny shouted for her to check out his smooth moves as she flipped and swung around the snow. But as he kept going, he started sparking flames across his body.

He didn’t even notice.

“Woah! You’re on fire!” Sophia shouted across from him, skiing off to the side. There was a hint of panic in her voice.

Johnny shouted, “Thanks! You’re pretty amazing too.”

“No, your on literal fire! Look!”

Johnny noticed the fire raging across him and spike up his body trying to escape the flames, but instead started sliding down the mountain even harder, and further.

Sophia wasn’t watching where she was going either as she stifled against the sight of smoke and snow in front of her. She went tumbling onto the ground.

The blonde looked over his shoulder hearing her voice but couldn’t stop his ski board from sliding down the mountain despite all his weight. It didn’t help the situation as the fire engulf him, his eyes widened flying off the cliff straight into a thick cloud of snow and dust.

He coughed and sucked in a small breath in surprise noticing a big hole around him. He was out of his element, wearing nothing but his birthday suit surrounded by the pool of steaming hot water, within the area of snow.

Soon enough, down slid Sophia coming to a stop in front of her. She removed her ski mask to get a better view of him waist deep in the water.

“Care to join me?” Johnny asked, hands above his head breathing heavily. The shock still lingered over his eyes.

She furrowed her eyebrows lightly chuckling, “You serious?”

“To be fair, this wasn’t how I planned our time in the hot tub would be.”

“Is that so?”

“I was planning wine and cheese for dinner tonight at the hotel while we cruised in the hot tub.”

Johnny smirked and shrugged, a slight sheepish expression on his face. He totally expects for her to back out on him.

“What do you say? Start our plans early?” He asked once again.

Sophia grinned and shrugged at the idea, “Why not?”

She dropped her ski poles onto the ground and removed her cap.

Let’s just say things got steamy…

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Omggg I had to try out this new game of AUs for couples. P. S. her father owns The Baxter Building 😉

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highvern · 3 months

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When in Rome TEASER

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x f!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, angst

warnings: alcohol consumption, cheating, penetrative sex, nudity, mentions of drug use, more tbd

Length: tbd, teaser: ~3k

Note: excited to have this for the @svthub world tour collab! thank u to everyone who helped me brain storm and ofc @gyuswhore for dealing with the insanity that is my brain

Summary: After months of no contact, Seungcheol isn't sure what to expect when he sees you again at Jeonghan's wedding. He's prepared to apologize, to grovel, to bear the weight of a cold shoulder. Whatever it takes to have you back, his best friend since diapers; or whatever will ensure the last third of your trio has the best day of his life. But when he overhears the most recent development in your relationship, he must come to terms with something he was never prepared for, or risk losing you for good.

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There are fewer places Seungcheol hates more than airports. Dentist offices, his grandparents’ house during the holidays when they ask about grandkids, and even the time he ran into his elementary school science teacher the first time he was buying condoms at the pharmacy, all were more favorable than the hustle and bustle of an international airport.

Seungcheol likes to be straightforward and direct. Something that becomes seemingly at odds with the average person traveling because at the one place everyone has somewhere to be, they act as if they have all the time in the world.

But the simple thought that it's all temporary, that his personal ninth circle of hell is the only thing standing between him and a week in Italy is enough to grin and bear it.

On the other side of the terminal, his best friends are waiting for him. It’s not as if they haven’t seen each other for long; Jeonghan and Sofie were at bar trivia last week as their last hurrah before tying the knot. As usual they wiped the floor with everyone, rousing several allegations of cheating that Jeonghan deserved. But Seungcheol is about to watch them get married and it makes him a little misty around the eyes because he loves his friends more than anything.

The only concern, which is less of a concern and more of a titanic size anchor sinking in his gut, is that you’re Sofie’s maid of honor. And you haven’t spoken to him since New Years when you revealed you were moving to New York with your boyfriend, Johnny.

Another place Seungcheol dreads, right next to the airport, is anywhere Johnny happens to be. He’s everything you aren’t: abrasive, arrogant, catty, disorganized. And those are just the traits at the front of the alphabet.

You had a plan. A list of criteria he had to listen to over and over again after each failed date. Even the guys Seungcheol set you up with after carefully vetting didn’t seem to make the mark. It was respectable, commendable. You wouldn’t settle for anything less than “perfect.” Whatever that meant to you.

At a bar, three years ago, Johnny approached you. Seungcheol watched from across the table as you mentally ran over your checklist. Johnny met the physical ones: tall, good hygiene, well kept appearance. The other things would need more investigation. What did he do for work? Was he close with his family? Kids? Opinions on cheating at bar trivia?

The more Seungcheol learned about Johnny after your detailed debrief from a few dates the more confused he became. Johnny worked in banking. You hated finance bros and called them scum of the dating pool. He was an only child and only talked to his parents on holidays and birthdays. You had grand dreams of close grandparents and houses full of cousins. He didn’t want kids. You did. He didn’t think bar trivia was that serious. Seungcheol watched you threaten Jeonghan’s life on more than one occasion over the use of Shazam during the music round. Johnny was everything you said you didn’t want.

And then you followed him across the country after two years of dating cut with three breakups.

It didn’t make sense.

When Seungcheol pulled you aside after you announced you’d be moving, trying to figure why you thought living with the man who once asked if you really needed to wash bath towels if you only use them when you’re already clean, you told him to mind his business. Later that night, after enough drinks to make everything blurry, you two got into a screaming match on the sidewalk with your shared friends attempting to play referee. It was the last time you two spoke.

In over twenty five years of friendship, founded on the backs of elementary school shenanigans under a reign of terror of one Jeonghan Yoon, you and Seungcheol’s real fights can be counted on one hand.

The sixth grade field trip where you and Jeonghan left him out, senior year of highschool when the girl Seungcheol took to prom argued about his parents taking more pictures with you than her, and junior year of college when Seungcheol caught you making out with his frat brother after ditching him under the guise of having a stomach bug. That was it. Three fights, all of which were resolved within a week because as stubborn as you both are, you’re best friends.

Five and a half months of not speaking, except when Seungcheol texted a half hearted apology and you responded with a quarter of forgiveness. That was it.

But Seungcheol won’t dwell. He refuses to make things awkward for Jeonghan and Sofie during the most special week of their lives. Knowing you, you’ve probably already come to the same resolution. The only person you’re closer to than Seungcheol is Jeonghan with Sofie a close second. If there is anyone you two will agree to put aside an argument for, it's them.

The sun has already begun setting when he makes it through customs and out towards the Arrivals, painting everything in buttery yellow.

“SEUNGCHEOOOOOOOOOLLLLLL!” Sofie screams, hands cupped around her mouth.

She’s half outside the cherry red sports car. An Intermeccanica Italia Spyder because Seungcheol knows three things in life: expensive watches, expensive whiskey, and expensive cars. Sofie’s family happened to have plenty of the last and Seungcheol assumed the first two as well.

When Sofie became his study partner in law school she ended up following him on Instagram. He assumed from the way she carried herself, perfect posture with tailored clothes and an ‘air of society’ as you called it, that she was well off. But then, during a late night gossip session, you and he did a deep dive and found out Sofie wasn’t just well off. Her family had more money than God.

But everything on the surface was a contrast to who Sofie really was. Heiress to a fortune but studied more than anyone in their class just to graduate second. Perfect posture and tailored clothes are a stark contrast to her favorite bar where she’d outdrink anyone, and cheer when the prize for trivia was cheap plastic margarita glasses.

Or right now, where she belts Seungcheol’s name again like some drunk frat boy while sitting in a car worth more than his life.

Seungcheol jogs to where she waits, already smiling.

“I would have brought a ‘Welcome back from rehab’ sign but my mom thought you’d be embarrassed,” Sofie says as she hugs him over the console.

“At least make it ‘welcome home from prison’ so people won’t walk in my way.”

“I’ll make sure Jeonghan remembers you have a preference,” she calls over the wind.

Technically, the house (which is really a mansion) is almost an hour from the airport. With Sofie’s driving it only takes twenty minutes in which Seungcheol thinks he might need to start going to church.

The pebbled driveway crunches underneath the tires as they approach.

In the evening light, the house is more daunting. An imposing stone facade rises from the ground, more akin to a small castle than an actual home. Smooth stone with detailed carvings, windows with huge shutters, and on the top floor, a balcony, fenced with wrought iron, juts out.

Even after years of seeing pictures, Seungcheol still can’t believe his friend grew up here.

Sofie throws the car in park right in front of the door before jumping out.

“By the way, there were some issues with one of the rooms.” Sofie drops her voice, “My aunt and uncle are fighting, so I hope you don’t mind sharing?”

Seungcheol knows most of the guys coming to the wedding. Worst case scenario he’s stuck in a twin size bunk bed with a weird cousin. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Perfect! Just leave your stuff, everyones out back.” Sofie pushes him as hard as she can manage which isn’t much at all given she’s five foot nothing.

The garden is filled with bodies upon bodies crowded together, some old, some young. Seungcheol recognizes a few faces in the mix: Soonyoung, Joshua, Seungkwan. More friends from law school. Jeonghan’s sister waves from across the way. Everyone seems to be paying attention to whatever is happening at the iron garden table.

And then, like a scene in a movie, everyone parts for a second and time freezes.

Seungcheol would recognize you anywhere. Even if he can’t see your face, he knows it's you. The curve of your shoulders, the tilt of your head. The bark of laughter as your chin drops forward. He knows it's you and the weight in his stomach lightens and leadens in an odd cycle.

He missed you.

Then everything comes back into real time. Wine and cards. Then he sees the chips on the table, your stack to the side significantly higher than anyone else's.

Months of ruminating over what he’d do when reunited fly out the window. Seungcheol doesn’t waste a minute as he approaches, hand on the back of your chair as he peeks over your head to sneak a glance at your hand.

“Who let you talk them into poker?”

You’re already smiling when you tilt back to look at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Oh, how he missed you.

“She said she didn’t know how to play,” an old man grumbles from the side.

Seungcheol doesn’t recognize him but he’s got the same expression as all the people you’ve sharked before: mildly impressed and slightly murderous. Two other guys sit at the table, one old enough to be his grandfather looks almost proud. Seokmin fills that last seat, head in his hands at being swindled so easily.

“I said,” you start, throwing your gaze to him. “I hadn’t played in a while.”

You look back up at Seungcheol for some kind of support. Eyes round and innocent in a way you both know you’re not. Pool, cards, darts, any game a man a few drinks in could beat you at was easy fodder for your con. Usually it ended with free drinks, sometimes money, but mostly it’s Seungcheol playing referee for the disillusioned guys you swindled while wearing a bright grin.

Tossing a few chips towards the three men at table with a smart “don’t spend it all in one place,” you rise and throw your arms around Seungcheol like everything is normal.

“Hi,” you whisper into his neck.

Seungcheol’s hands are already curled around your waist, pulling you in tight. “Hi.”

“I missed you.”

“I see that you can’t even greet your best friend.” Jeonghan coughs from the side.

Seungcheol squeezes you tighter at the jab. It’s Jeonghan’s wedding but the last time Seungcheol saw him was last week when dropping the couple off at the airport to come here. He’s far more interested in dragging out his reunion with you as long as possible. “I’m in the middle of that actually.”

He scoffs in response, walking away. “Whatever, I see too much of you anyway.”

Another two hours of celebrating, filled with drunken toasts and more card games with Sofie’s family that only end with you digging into their pockets even deeper, fly by before the exhaustion of a day starting in one continent and ending in another catches up to him. You’re too busy arguing over if Jeonghan cheated in the last round to notice Seungcheol slipping away from the table and towards the door leading inside.

Sofie is in the kitchen just beyond, another bottle of wine sloshing in hand as she talks animatedly on the phone. “Okay, look. I am on vacation. I’m about to get married. I literally left notes for everything I'm not working on during my wedding week. Figure it out. Bye.”

She hangs up without response, tossing her phone on the counter before taking a swig straight from the bottle.

“Good?” Seungcheol asks.

“Oh, you know, just the usual. I leave and suddenly no one knows how to do their job.” Sofie rolls her eyes. “What’s up? Need another glass?”

She raises the same bottle and the thought of more wine nearly turns his stomach.

Seungcheol brushes her off, moving to the sink and rinsing his glass with finality. “I think I’m gonna crash for the night.”

“Really?” she asks. “But the party just started!”

“For you maybe, some of us have been cramped on a plane all day.” He feels it. In his back and knees. The cramp in his neck from passing out halfway through and waking up bent at ninety degrees. And the hours he spent agonizing through emails with the inflight WiFi because even on vacation he can’t sit still for more than one minute. But now it’s a ticking time bomb before he curls up in a chair and passes out until morning.

Sofie snatches his glass before shooing him away from the sink and taking his place. “I forgot you’re an old man now.”

“You’re the same age as me?”

“Anyway,” she sings. “I know we promised you’d have your own room but—”

“That’s fine. I really don’t mind rooming with one of the guys.”

“Well… you and Y/N were the only ones not sharing and she said she wouldn’t mind for the weekend.”

“Huh?”

“I thought it wouldn’t be a big deal! Seokmin and Kwan agreed to share and room with Josh so things are pretty tight but I can see if we can switch things around and—”

“No, if she’s okay with it then it's fine.” Seungcheol says. “We just haven’t talked since, you know?”

Sofie seems to soften at that. “Seems like everything was fine outside.”

“Yeah,” Seungcheol sighs. “I missed her.”

“I know she missed you too.”

“She said that?”

“Oh please, neither of you have to say anything, you’re both pathetic,” she says while pouring another glass. “But I think this weekend will be good for you guys! Like old times.”

Old times. Before the fight. Before you moved away.

“Yeah, just like old times… At least we aren’t sharing a bed, right?” He jokes.

“Actually,” Sofie grimaces.

The one solace Seungcheol is gifted is the bed is massive. Almost the entire room is dominated by the plush mattress, a dresser, and a chair in the corner. He considers sleeping in that instead for all of a minute before realizing you probably wouldn’t let him and the absolute torture it’ll do to his neck.

At least the forced proximity won’t be awkward since you’ve silently agreed to leave the past behind you. He can’t imagine Sofie would consider this solution if you were still mad at him, even if it was her wedding week. The realization lightens the weight on his shoulders an ounce more.

Seungcheol throws his bag down at the foot of the bed. It’s no big deal; sharing a room with you. Childhood sleepovers had been the norm, a few nights in college you’d shared a clunky old twin bed when you both were too drunk to find your ways home separately. Your first apartment together, when you two had to share a mattress on the floor for the first weeks because all your money went into paying rent, flash in his head. Old times.

Thirty minutes later, freshly showered and in clean clothes, Seungcheol heads back downstairs for a glass of water before bed.

He remembers where the kitchen is after Sofie’s short tour, trapezing through the huge house easily. Behind different closed doors he catches glimpses of pre-sleep conversations: couples spitting harsh whispers to each other, a few cartoonish voices reading bedtime stories to an audience of childish giggles. But when he reaches the threshold of his destination Seungcheol stumbles into an entirely different atmosphere.

“You haven’t told him yet?”

“No. I didn’t feel like the kind of thing to say over text.”

“Well you could have called him!”

“And say what? ‘Hey Cheol, I know we haven’t talked in months because we got into a huge fight about my boyfriend but Johnny and I–’”

Seungcheol strains his ears to hear the rest of your sentence but fails to decipher anything before Jeonghan’s voice cuts in. Whatever ‘it’ is, you’re not ready to tell him.

“Just tell him.” Jeonghan says through a mouthful of something. “I’m sure he’ll be happy.”

His mind races with a million possibilities, all related to Johnny, all things you wouldn’t have told your best friend of over twenty years because of some stupid fight. Something you don’t know how to tell him over the phone, something you need to tell in person.

The realization strikes like lightning.

You and Johnny are engaged.

Thirst forgotten, Seungcheol turns back the way he came. He thinks through the new information as he stumbles up the stairs.

How could you not tell him? How could he make you feel like you couldn’t tell him? How long have you been hiding this? And why did Jeonghan and Sofie know before he did? Was everyone in on the secret and he was the odd man out?

You and Johnny weren’t even that serious when you moved away; or, that's what Seungcheol thought. In all honesty he fully believed it was some joke when you told him. A drunken practical joke taken too far but then the boxes were packed away and the moving truck came and you left with it.

Everything else hits him in the seclusion of the bedroom. Your shared room. At least for the rest of the week.

Seungcheol isn’t happy. He is, but because you’re you, argument aside. If Johnny makes you happy enough to tie your lives together then he can bite his tongue. You’re his best friend and by default he’d never think anyone was good enough for you but if you loved Johnny, if you were this serious about him, then Seungcheol would support you.

Even if it meant there would always be a Johnny sized ravine between you.

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mistydeyes · 1 year

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hey, can i please request headcanons of 141 boys with reader that is a youtuber?

omg yes ofc! i used to (and still am) a HUGE YOUTUBE WATCHER so this was so fun to do :) thank you again for requesting!

vidcon but the uk version

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summary: You're not any regular civilian, you're a Youtuber ;) In all seriousness, here's some headcanons of how the boys interact with your channel and support you!

pairing: 141 x YouTuber!Reader

warnings: swearing

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price - beauty and skincare

you were already big on YouTube when you met John

he can't go into a Sephora without someone mentioning your latest video or TikTok

someone would assume you were an employee based on how you were able to help the fan pick out the best skincare and makeup

he was shocked at the sheer number of brand deals you participate in

he also is in awe at the corner you had dedicated to your ring light and makeup desk with a nice camera set-up

when you eventually move in together, he's just used to the number of parcels you get daily

he will insist on at least giving you some money when you do a beauty haul (even though you tell him you don't need it)

one time he tried to surprise you by picking out some things that you mentioned

now your most popular video is “trying out makeup that my boyfriend picked out”

his only annoyance is when you accidentally stain one of the face towels

eventually just buys a new set meant specifically for you when you wash off a look

you're planning on having a new video where you do skincare on him and finally get at some of his blackheads

soap - gaming

prior to meeting Johnny, you already had a sizable channel

you primarily did long lets plays and the occasional stream

your setup is absolutely gorgeous -i'm talking led lights, two monitors that have the best processing power, pro gaming chair, and posters

it took awhile to curate but it's your baby and you make sure he knows that

loves watching you game and will occasionally keep you company for those long streams

it reminds him of when his younger siblings would watch him game on their early Playstation and X-Box consoles

your subscribers love when he's there though because he has the best reactions

your most popular video? "my boyfriend plays five nights at freddy's ⚠️headphone warning⚠️"

despite having amazing technical skills on the field, his multitasking sucked and he would always forget to check on foxy or overuse the battery

you had a great time editing the video after and emphasizing the jumpscares

he won't subject you to rewatching your videos with him but he likes watching other channels or collars you've done

"This guy is absolute shite" "I know, that's why I don't play multiplayer with him anymore"

he'll be so excited if you ever get invited to a big event like Pax, E3, or Gamescom

you basically have to keep him on track as he loves stopping in artist's alley and looking at all the trinkets and merch people are selling

make sure to bring a huge suitcase because your game room is getting a few new additions

gaz - internet documentaries

think of Internet Historian or Down the Rabbit Hole vibe

your channel is dedicated to internet phenomena like Florida Man or the movement to Storm Area 51

you'd tell the facts of the trend and then add a few funny commentary pieces

usually your videos are 45 min to an 1 hr long so a lot of work goes into it

it's more of a hobby than anything but Kyle always thinks the amount of research you do for it is insane

"Babe I think you need a new laptop" "Why?" "I always know you're about to make a new docu-series because it sounds like a fucking airplane takin off"

once your laptop doesn't sound like its going to blow up, he'll be sure to keep you company as you write down your script

"Did you know that there was a convention for X or X happened?" is how most of your conversations go

he'll always smile and let you give him a spark notes version of what happened

will be the one telling you too sleep and that you can continue editing tomorrow

loves when companies send you things for ad reads

hoards all of the items from Dollar Shave Club and Raycon (his absolute favorite sponsor of yours)

he'll occasionally watch your videos while he's cooking or at the gym

always loves learning something new even if its about a failed furry convention

"I liked your latest video" is such a huge compliment from him because he knows how much effort you put into it

he'll occasionally feed you ideas that he sees while he's scrolling through social media

"You should do something on Hat Man" "WHO??" "Yk the guy you see when you take too much Benadryl, apparently Soap sees him too"

ghost - asmr

tbh doesn’t think much about your channel

you’ll just occasionally leave the room to record or crack some slime in front of a camera

however when your channel is mentioned in conversation, he considers revisiting

“have you heard about this asmr thing?” Gaz asked the group and Soap immediately interjected

“OH YEAH some of them are amazing to watch alone,” he said with a wink

“Like this account-“ Soap wasn’t able to finish his sentence before Ghost snatched the phone out of his hand

“Sorry just couldn’t see it” he apologized and he tried to suppress his disgust that someone else was listening to you at night like that

after that, he takes another look and watches a few of your more popular videos

ofc its your series roleplaying as a nurse or doctor taking care of someone

as well as one where you act like a sleepy girlfriend waking up next to their significant other

he will never say that he watches your videos but you do notice the uptick in views and likes (it's a cute little secret of his)

one time you attempted to ask all these questions about being in the military to help you write dialogue for your latest combat medic series

"People seriously want stuff like that?" "You'll be surprised, not tell me what you usually have in your pack"

he will cringe when you pull your asmr voice on him and whisper in your ear

"Cut that shit out."

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 201-202

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 30 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

For my Masterlist click HERE.

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers

Header by @fictional-affairs

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Solace - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Accomplice - (Ari x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Bucky and Bluey and You - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Gun for hire (3) - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Seasons in the Sun - (Steve, Ransom, Ari) - @hollybee8917

What if I am too much? - (Bucky x Reader) - @notafunkiller

Change - (Steve & Sinthea Schmidt) - @nekoannie-chan

Image - (Steve, Clint) - @nekoannie-chan

Saving Her - (Gert Yorkes, Chase Stein) - @nekoannie-chan

Fleeing - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Impossible to Resist - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

tempting fate on the terrace - (Bucky x Reader) - @witchywithwhiskey

Evermore - Part 5 - (Ari x Reader, Andy x Reader) - @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Evermore - In A Ocean Alone - (Ari x Reader, Andy x Reader) - @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Bucky finds a kitten - (Bucky x Reader) - @sergeantbarnessdoll

Hold You Tight: Part 1 - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Wrecked (Part 5) - (Frank x Reader, Billy x Reader) - @tuiccim

Fancy Restaurant - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

A Long Time Coming - (Jake x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

His kind of romance - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld

His kind of romance (2) - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Cherry Blossom - (Brock x OFC) - @nekoannie-chan

Kites - (Sue Storm, Johnny Storm) - @nekoannie-chan

Slowly - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Stranded - (Steve, Janet van Dyne) - @nekoannie-chan

On the run - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Jealous - (Ransom x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Trouble's Surrender - (Ari x Reader) - @labella420

Museum - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Quite the Welcome Home - (Ari x Reader x Ransom) - @stargazingfangirl18

#saiyanprincessswanie #recommended reading #missy reads #missy reblogs #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #ari levinson x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #andy barber x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #frank castle x reader #billy russo x reader #jake jensen x reader

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List of my WIPs

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

Thanksss for tagging me~ @mercurial-chuckles & @stellar-solar-flare

Man, im not joking, i have way too many WIP's but here are a few that i'm either genuinely working on/publishing/intentions to write:

If You Could, You Would (If I Could, I Would) [Series] - <Logan Howlett/Wolverine x Mutant!OFC>

Red [Series] - <Captain America/Steve Rogers x Mutant!OFC>

Lessons in Power [One-shot] - <Tutor!SoftDom!Steve Rogers x Tutee!F!Reader> ➡ Plot ask answered

Inked Corruption [One-shot] - <TattooArtist!Ari Levinson x F!Reader> ➡ Plot ask answered

Old Bonds, New Beginnings [Mini-Series; 1/2] - <Biker!Ari Levinson x F!Reader> ➡Part 2 lil smol snippet 🩹 ➡Headcanon prompt about Biker!Ari's character

At Your Service [TBD] - <HotelConcierge!Ari Levinson x HotelGuest!F!Reader>

Demon's Devotion [TBD] - <SoftDemon!Lloyd Hansen x HunterF!Reader> ➡Plot ask answered

Under the Ivy [Mini-Series; 3-Parts (TBD)] - <Professor!Andy Barber x Student!F!Reader>

Sapphire Serenade [Mini-Series/Drabble Series] - <BandMember!Curtis Everett x LeadSinger!F!Reader>

From Rags to Riches [Mini-Series/Drabble Series] - <Angry!SoftDaddy!Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader>

Romance and Reason [Mini-Series; 3-Parts (TBD)] - <Teacher!Frank Adler x Teacher!Reader> ➡Plot ask answered

I definitely want to add the WIP's for Johnny Storm. But also, for other fandoms like Henry Cavill and Charlie Hunnam. BUUUT, lemme also quit while I'm ahead 😅

NPT (apologies if you were already tagged bb's):

@autumnrose40 @eloquentlytired @books-and-autumn-leaves @imaginedisish @misscherry-26

@caplanbuckybarnes @sparkledfirecracker

but anyone that wasn't tagged, feel free to join in :)

Tag list: @patzammit @inlovewiththefictionalcharacters

#steviebbboi answers #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans imagines #chris evans characters #steve rogers #andy barber #lloyd hansen #curtis everett #frank adler #ari levinson #steviebbboi WIP #mels WIP #signal boost

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Week 26 Reblog Masterlist

Welcome to Week 26 2024 or Week 234, as always, fics will be listed in the order I read them.

I hope you enjoy it!

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♥ You can check my reading guidelines here.

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♥ You can check my main reblog masterlist 2024 here.

♥ You can check my June reblog masterlist 2024 here.

♥ You can check Week 25 2024 here.

♥ You can check Week 27 2024 here.

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 26 2024:

Old Soul - The First Avenger (Steve Rogers) by @l0velyrand0m 💚💙

Go frolicking in a field of flowers (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @witchywithwhiskey ❤️

What could have been(Steve Rogers X Reader) by @jbbarnesandnoble 💙

Fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ronearoundblindly 💙💚

Right Here, Right Now (Stucky) by @drabbles-mc ❤️

Shared desires (Steve Rogers X Reader, Bucky Barnes X Reader) by @veltana ❤️

Pursuit (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @fluffyprettykitty 💙

The assistant part 10 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @holylulusworld 💙

Home sweet home chapter 6 (Brock Rumlow X OFC) by @talia-rumlow ❤️

Broken Hearts part 11 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sosa2imagines 💙

Again (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckymorelikefuckme ❤️

Dragonfly part 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @thezombieprostitute 💙

Broken Hearts part 12 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sosa2imagines 💙

The Pantry Affairs (Stucky X Reader) by @mercurial-chuckles 💚

Gymnastics (Matt Murdock X Reader X Elektra Natchios) by @fluffyprettykitty ❤️

Beat the Heat (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @e-dubbc11 💚

(She Moves With) Shameless Wonder | 1 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ussgallifrey 💚

Broken Hearts part 13 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sosa2imagines 💙

You Won’t Get Time, part 1 (Steve Rogers X Reader, Bucky Barnes X Reader) by @georgiapeach30513 ❤️

LEGACY ~ 1 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @just-dreaming-marvel 💚

Oh captain! my captain! (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @stuckyslut8 ❤️

(She Moves With) Shameless Wonder | 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ussgallifrey 💚

You Won’t Get Time, part 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader, Johnny Storm X Reader) by @georgiapeach30513 ❤️

LEGACY ~ 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @just-dreaming-marvel 💚

#Annie recommends #week 26 reblog masterlist

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your green eyes calling me back home (you look just like an angel who walks on heaven's floors)

John Brady x Juliet (OFC)

a/n: Saw Twisters this past weekend and have been listening to the soundtrack nonstop. Inspired by a lyric from Stronger Than A Storm by Dylan Gossett. Here's a lil blurb for y'all while I work on the next part of Love's Light Wings <3 Use of modern therapy techniques in the 1940s thanks to our favorite time-traveling Book Club Girlie Olive 👀 TW: This does include a description of a panic attack and Stalag Luft III

word count: 849

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@winniemaywebber @ginabaker1666

A shot rang out from somewhere. John Brady didn’t see where, because he was huddled on his small, cramped bunk in his hut, but it sounded like someone had gotten too close to the fence.

He wanted to move, to try and see who it was, see if he could help, but he couldn’t. His legs were frozen where he had them tucked into his chest, and no matter how much his mind told him to move, to help, his body stubbornly refused to obey.

He did a quick scan of the crowded, narrow hut, tallying up a mental headcount of his fellow kriegies as his hand blindly reached for the tattered paperback he kept tucked under his pillow.

His heart dropped like a stone when he realized it wasn’t fucking there.

“No, no, no…”

He reached behind the mattress, throwing off the blankets and shaking them out, ducking down to check if it had somehow fallen under his bunk.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” A voice from somewhere asked— he couldn’t tell who it was.

“Can’t find it… gotta find it…”

His breaths were coming quicker now, terror building in his chest.

“Johnny— breathe, it’s okay, what do you need?”

That was odd. Hardly anyone in the stalag called him by his first name.

“Book—” he managed to gasp out through the tightness in his chest, where was it he needed it, “Juliet’s—”

There’s the sound of someone rummaging through something— or maybe that was him, rifling through the makeshift bookshelves they’d added to the walls— and a flash of green—was that a ring?— then a familiar paperback was placed in his hands.

“This? Is it this one?”

He nodded, clutching it to his chest as if that would calm the breaths that are still coming much too fast.

“Okay, um… just take some deep breaths, Johnny, can you do that for me?”

The person takes an exaggeratedly deep breath, holding it for five seconds before exhaling slowly.

“Like that, okay? If you can.”

He takes a shuddering breath in. It’s still much too shallow, but it’s closer to normal than it was before.

“Again?”

The process repeats until he’s mostly calmed down, but there’s still a tightness in his chest, a panic that refuses to leave forming a vice around his lungs.

“Okay, now, um…” the person mumbles for a moment, too soft for Brady to hear, then speaks up, “Can you tell me what you feel right now? What do your clothes feel like, uh… how does the book feel?”

“Clothes are… soft. Comfortable.”

Another odd thing. Being stuck with just his flight uniform for months was the exact opposite of comfortable.

“The book…”

His thumb traces along the worn cover, the tattered edges of the pages.

“It feels worn. Old. Need to get Jules a new one when I’m back.”

The person lets out a wet, sniffly sort of laugh.

“Alright. Okay. Now… can you look around and tell me what you see? Objects, colors…”

Yet another odd question, because what was around them had all been the same for months. Why would anyone need it described to them?

“I see…”

But looking around him, he was no longer in a damp, uninsulated hut in Germany.

“Green walls. Flower pattern on them.”

“Good,” the person says, “What else?”

“Carpet. Gold.” He says, his voice now hoarse as his vision finally focuses on the person in front of him. “Purple dress.”

There’s a pretty red-lipped smile stretching across the person’s face as they nod.

“Good, very good. You’re doing so well, Johnny.”

His gaze finally lands on sparkling emerald green eyes— the same green as the jewel he’d caught a flash of earlier.

“Jules?” He gasps, the vice finally loosening.

His wife makes a desperate sound of relief, the golden light of their bedside lamp forming a halo around her dark curls, and for a moment— not for the first time— he’s convinced he’s looking at an angel.

“Johnny,” she nods, “It’s me. You’re safe, you’re at home. Victor, New York, 1946. You’re okay now.”

“I—” He blinks, reality slowly returning to him, “Fuck, how long this time?”

“Not very long,” she assures him, “A car backfired down the street, I came right upstairs and you were…”

He nods. He doesn’t need to hear any more.

“Can I… touch you? Give you a hug?”

There had been times where he couldn’t stand to be touched after an episode, but now all he wants is to hold his wife in his arms, remind himself that this is real.

At his nod, she perches on the bed next to him, wrapping her arms around her husband and pulling him gently into her.

He buries his face in her neck, paying no mind to the soft brown curls tickling his face, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume.

“I’m here, sweetheart,” she murmurs, fingers carding gently through his hair, “I’m here, you’re home, everything’s okay.”

Everything wasn’t quite okay, he knew, and probably wouldn’t be for a while.

But in the safety of Juliet’s arms, he was okay for now.

#masters of the air #john brady #john brady x oc #brady x jules #oc: juliet thompson #love's light wings #sage speaks

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footprintsinthesxnd · 8 months

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Chapter 3: Listen to your heart

Gale Cleven x Hope Armstrong (ofc)

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This story is based on on the fictional portrayal of these men from the MOTA to series.

Summary: When their plane is diverted to Thorpe Abbott airfield Hope and Ruth's lives change forever. These two brave nurses must face the trials and tribulations of war, as well as suffering the heartache that war inevitable brings with it.

Collab: A Pair of Silver Wings by @major-mads

Sunday 8th August, 1943

The mess hall buzzed with energy as Buck and Johnny sat at breakfast with Curt, who slowly moved his powdered eggs around on his plate with his fork.

“I can’t eat this shit anymore,” he groaned, pushing the plate away from him.

John took a slow sip of his “coffee,” raising an eyebrow at the man. “Then don’t eat it.”

“Oh wow,” Biddick quipped. “What a great idea, Bucky. I’d never thought of that.”

The major smirked behind his mug and shot his friend a wink. Buck watched on in amusement, used to the two going back and forth as he and John did.

Leaning his elbows on the table, Curt leaned over the table toward John with a teasing glare. “Have you heard anything from Ruthie? Has she mentioned me? I thought I made a good first impression the other night.”

“Hmm,” Johnny hummed, pursing his lips for a moment before pointing at Biddick. “That’s Nurse Morgan to you, you dodo. I’m surprised you even remember anything from the dance with how drunk you were.”

“Oh I couldn’t forget a face like that,” he chuckled.

John’s eyes narrowed playfully as he clasped his hands together and leaned on the table. “Well it’s a good thing for me that she could forget yours, then,” he clapped back. “And you’re not the one she kissed goodnight.”

Buck rolled his eyes and continued to eat his breakfast as Egan’s loud, wide-mouthed cackle echoed through the mostly quiet mess hall. Curt then turned to Gale with a raised brow. “How about Hope-”

“Nope,” Buck interrupted calmly, raising his cup and taking a sip of his steaming coffee.

The other two men watched him as a tiny grin formed on the Major’s lips. Although he didn’t talk about it much, they could tell Buck had already developed deep feelings for the woman.

Raising his eyebrows at Curt, John grinned. “Oh boy.”

“You’ve got it bad, Buck,” Biddick laughed, his hand landing on Gale’s shoulder roughly. “You gotten a reply to your letter yet?”

Thinking of the perfectly folded letter from Ruth he’d picked up that morning sitting in his breast pocket, John smiled down at his food, warmth spreading through him at the thought of the blonde. Buck, however, pursed his lips and shook his head at the question.

“I actually haven’t written her yet,” he sighed, running a hand down his face. “I want-”

“What!?” Johnny all but yelled, his eyes widening as coffee almost spewed from his mouth. “Why the hell not, Buck? I already sent one to Ruth and got a response.”

Gale groaned and put down his fork with a clink. “Because of Hugh.”

“Why are you so worried about Charlie?” Curtis asked, wearing a confused expression.

“Because he’s in my squadron. And he’s her brother.”

John pointed and leaned over the table at him. “Hope’s a big girl, Buck. She can make her own decisions. Screw what Hugh says.”

“But-” Gale started but was once again cut off by Bucky.

“He’s gonna hate you even more if he thinks you're leading her on. You not sending Hope a letter isn’t making anything better,” he said, a smirk beginning to tug at his lips as he continued. “On top of the condom situation.”

John and Curt busted out into chuckles as Buck just groaned, closing his eyes tightly. “Oh, please don’t remind me.”

The ideal chatter was disturbed by the door to the mess hall swinging back on its hinges with a crash, followed by heavy footfall as Hugh all but stormed through the building like a tornado. He snatched a mug off a table and poured himself a steaming cup of black coffee before marching past the trio, staring daggers at Gale who looked up worriedly from his breakfast.

Curt’s eyes followed the man as he walked in, muttering under his breath, “Speak of the devil.”

"Good morning to you, too, Sparky," John called out with a small wave as he walked by, only to be met with deafening silence from the other pilot.

Hugh's harsh glare was burning a hole in the back of Gale’s skull and he thought any second now he’d come into his brain and it would be lights out.

“You’ve really pissed him off this time, Buck, and you didn’t even get his sister into bed,” John laughed heartily, taking a long swig from his whiskey and coffee, it was most likely more whiskey than coffee but Gale humored him.

“Will you give it a rest? I’m already getting it from Hugh without your added input,” Gale stabbed aggressively at his scrambled eggs, willing the eyes of the room to stop looking at him.

Curt snorted beside him, waving his fork around. “Well, I’m telling you boys, if I’d have had Hope in my arms and she’d bought condoms with her, let’s just say she wouldn’t have been going back home with them.”

That was the final straw.

Gale slammed his fist down on the table, ignoring the way Johnny jumped in his seat, spilling his coffee over the table, and the way several chunks of his scrambled egg disappeared onto the floor,

“You say anymore slander about my girl, Biddick and I swear…”

“Your girl, Buck?” John raised his right eyebrow, an amused smirk on his lips as his mustache twitched. “She’s your girl and you haven’t even written her yet?”

Sometimes Gale wished he could rip that stupid mustache off John’s face, but he somehow kept his cool.

It would seem that Hugh had heard the whole commotion. His chair screeching back from the table, he stomped up between the tables once more, his glare never leaving Gale until the door slammed shut behind him.

Gale groaned, unsure if it was in relief or at the impending doom that he was likely to suffer if this debacle continued. Without a second thought, he excused himself from the table, ignoring the calls of protest from John and Curt, and hurried after Hugh.

“Hugh! Hugh, wait up. Please I want to talk to you,” Gale jogged after the tall brunette whose face turned sour the instant he noticed the man.

“Buck, I ain’t in the mood for more bullshit okay? I thought you were a good guy…nothing like Egan, but you're just as bad, and you’re playing with my sister's heart. I can’t have you breaking it,” Hugh snapped, his dark eyebrows set in a permanent crease on his forehead as he spoke. “She’s all I’ve got Buck, don’t take her from me too.”

“What do you mean? I wouldn’t take her away from you…?” Gale began but Hugh shook his head.

“Not literally but if you break her heart she won’t be visiting Thorpe Abbott any time soon. Her plane landing here has been the best part of this damn war,” Hugh's eyes were teary and he seemed deflated compared to his normally bubbly character. The missions had been taking their toll on all of them but it never seemed to hit Hugh, unless he just never let on Gale was realising.

“Do you want me to stop contacting her? I understand if you do, Hugh. I care for your sister deeply but I care about my crew too. I never asked permission to court your sister and that was wrong of me. I have strong feelings for her but I understand if you want me to stop,” Gale tried to keep his composure but his heart ached painfully in his chest at the thought of never seeing Hope again, never seeing her smile, the way her eyes creased when she laughed.

Hugh shook his head, “I can’t ask that of you, Buck.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’ve seen the way you look at her and the way she looks at you. That kind of love belongs on a silver screen, it’s not real, until you stumble across two people that it is real for and that’s you and Hope. I love my little sister with all my heart and she’s finally found someone she thinks worthy of hers. You just treat her right, Gale.”

Buck nodded quickly, “I swear to you that I have Hope’s best intentions at heart. I think I love her, Hugh. I really truly love her. Nothing has been the same since I met her, I can’t sleep without thinking of her, can’t eat, every time I fly I wonder if she’s flying too.”

Hugh nodded half heartedly, “Yeah, that sounds a awful lot like love to me. Well, it could be worse. I could have Egan as my future brother in law instead. That would be worse right?”

Gale chuckled, “Of course. Far worse.”

Hugh patted Gale on the back, a small smile now on his lips as his anger subsided, “Hope really likes you Gale, so don’t fuck things up okay? And for Christ sake write her back, she’s doing my head in asking about you.”

Gale smirked as Hugh walked away, “Thanks Sparky,” he called and was greeted with Hugh raising his middle finger in the air. So he had Hugh’s blessing, now all he had to do was write to Hope.

Thursday 12th August, 1943

“You ready girls!” Frank called over his shoulder, glancing as Hope and Ruth took the stretcher from the medics below them, and loaded the last wounded soldier onto the wrack. Hope pulled out her flight manifest and checked off the final patient to board. The young boy reached out, grasping Hope’s hand.

“Nurse,” his voice cracking as he tried to grab her attention. He was so young, barley eighteen years old. His bright blue eyes, glossy and hazy as he gazed up at her.

“Yes, My Love,” Hope crouched down, clasping the boy's hand in one of hers while her other brushed away his brunette locks from his face. She tried to stop her eyes from drifting down his body to where only stumps of his legs remained, the burnt flesh wrapped neatly in crisp bandages.

“You’re an angel,” he whispered and Hope smiled sweetly at him, squeezing his hand. “When I write home, I’m gonna tell my Mumma ‘bout you.”

A single tear trickled down her cheek and she leant forward, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead and watching until he drifted off to sleep. His delicate, young features no longer etched with worry and the hard lines across his forehead softening as the morphine began to take effect.

Hope turned watching as Ruth comforted one of the other young men further down the plane who had managed to remove some of his bandages.

“Hey, don’t do that, you need those,” Ruth tutted, helping the Private sit up a little so she could secure fresh, white bandages around his bloody arm. The poor boy grumbled under his breath as Ruth tucked in the end. “Now leave them be, okay?”

The young boy nodded, shifting uncomfortably in his cot. They were the most comfortable racks, cool metal bars lining the hammock-like beds that swayed as the C47 rocked through the sky.

Hope took her seat beside Ruth, who had finished trying to redress the soldier's wounds, smiling briefly at her friend, who wore the same exhausted expression she did.

“I can’t wait to get back to the Grove. I need a warm bath and my bed,” Ruth mumbled, stretching out her aching muscles that screamed against the tension in her body.

“Oh don’t say that, Rue. We’ve still got to drop these poor lads off at the hospital in Mateur yet.” Ruth just groaned in response.

The dance with the boys had been their last outing in a while. It was the last time Hope hadn’t felt completely exhausted, she’d been relaxed, able to let go, and safe in Gale’s arms.

This trip had been hard. The plane was at full capacity and when they had arrived on the airfield at Termini Imerese, Sicily they were instantly thrown into action. Disappearing into tent hospitals that lined the airfield, their white tents flapping in the harsh wind that did little to cool the heat from the scorching midday sun.

Hope and Ruth conferred with the surgeons, assessing and stabilising patients that were safe to fly, meaning that many of the young men with head injuries or who had suffered significant blood loss would be unable to fly due to the unpressurised aircraft cabins. Many of the men didn’t have emergency medical tags and so the girls had to make their own assessments for many of the patients.

The thrumming roar of the wind C47’s engine erupting to life always brought a great sense of comfort to Hope, along with an impending sense of fear in unison. This job, while rejuvenating her youth through the exhilarating flights and the lives they saved, aged her with each passing moment spent in the air, because after every successful landing she was left with the feeling that although they had saved lives, they couldn’t save them all.

Frank and his fellow pilot chatted hastily in the cockpit, their muffled voices cracking through over the radio. As soon as the plane levelled out Hope and Ruth stood, each taking a side of the plane and beginning the check ups on their patients, recording their temperature, pulse and respiration as well as checking there was no strike through of blood from their dressings. The girls worked quickly, only confiring on their patients conditions.

It always amazed Hope how quickly their work changed them, on the flight over Ruth had been once again telling her about the letter she’d received from John. Hope feared she could probably quote Ruth’s letter herself by now, but she never complained, pleased that Ruth was finally coming out of herself.

Hope had her own letter from Gale tucked into her top overall pocket, over her heart. His words burning into her flesh and she felt as though he was right there beside her all along.

Having dropped off the soldiers at the large US hospital in Mateur, Tunisia, the C47 headed home. The mood was somber as the large metal bird rattled its way across Europe towards home.

Ruth’s eyes had closed about half an hour previous and Hope didn’t have the heart to wake her up. She looked so peaceful, the wrinkles that normally appeared when she smiled were smoothed away, and her blonde locks fell softly from where she had so lovingly pinned them that very morning.

Hope took Gale’s letter out of her pocket, smoothing out the creases that had poked around the edge of the page. Words of affirmation sprung out at her and a smile was instantly cemented to her lips as she relived the last moments with him.

The flight home always seemed quicker and soon ‘The Angel of Death’ was touching down on the runway. Hope helped a rather sleepy Ruth off the plane, and waved goodnight to Frank, who chucked in amusement at Ruth.

“Goodnight Ladies.”

“Come on, Rue. Let’s get you home,” Hope wrapped her arm around her sleepy friend, leading the way to the Nissan huts they were billeted in. Some of the other nurses were still stationed in Africa and so they currently had the hut to themselves.

Hope lay Ruth down on the bed, smiling as she snuggled closer into the pillow, so much for a warm bath. She would rigg her about it later but she could deny that the stress of the day was getting to her too, but something restless kept her from falling into her own bed.

Instead Hope sat at the small desk in the corner, pulling free a piece of paper and a pen. She pulled Gale’s crumpled letter from her pocket and smoothed it flat onto the desk, reading back over his words.

Sunday 8th August

Dearest Hope,

I’m sorry it has taken me so long to write you. I fear that I may have caused some friction with your brother but it appears I have ‘gained his blessing’ to court you. Please don’t be annoyed at him, he’s only looking out for you. He cares for you deeply, as do I and he only wants what’s best for you. Apparently, he deems me as something that is good for you, I only hope you can agree with him.

I have thought of nothing but you since the dance. The way your face lit up in the moonlight. I often close my eyes and imagine you still in my arms, swaying underneath the stars. The smell of your perfume, your soft hair against my face, your lips on mine. I apologise if I speak too plainly but I feel very strongly for you Hope. I would very much like to see you again soon, although I hear from Ruth’s letter to Bucky that you have been flying back and forth to Sicily. I hear that Italy is a very beautiful country. Maybe someday when this war is won we could visit together.

We have a mission next week and I fear that each time we loose more of our boys. It is inevitable but it is hard to not let it bother you. I hope that if you have some time off soon that you may visit Thorpe Abbott again. I could give you a tour of the Fort should you wish me too.

I hope to receive your reply soon.

I’m thinking of you always my darling.

Love your

Gale

Hope grinned at his words ‘her Gale’, she’d never imagined that a man like Gale would want her. He was a Major after all, strikingly handsome and one of the kindest men she had ever met, and he was hers. Trying not to giggly like a love sick fool, she put her pen to paper.

Thursday 12th August

Dear Gale,

I’m so glad to have received your letter. You had me worried for a while when Ruth received a letter from John and you hadn’t written. I’m sorry my brother has been causing you such trouble. He means well and he is just trying to look out for me but he sometimes forgets that I am a grown woman now.

Our latest flights have taken us to Sicily and the wounds we are seeing are far more severe than I have seen before. More and more boys are coming home without limbs and I fear that this war will only take more and more from us. A young boy today, no more than eighteen, called me an angel. It is silly really but I fear that my face is the last that many boys have seen. Their tortured souls finally find some peace.

I am sorry to speak so morbidly, today has been a tough one. I do hope to visit Thorpe Abbott again very soon and I know that Ruth does too. In fact she is rather adamant on it.

I often think of our time together at the dance, despite the lack of actually dancing, it is one of the best nights of my life and one of my fondest memories. I hope we can have many more nights like that one.

Keep safe up there Gale.

Yours

Hope

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Hope! Ruth! You alive in there?” a voice hollered through the hut’s door, rousing Ruth for the second time that morning. She opened her mouth to reply, but Hope beat her to it.

“Go away, Frank!” she groaned, covering her ears with her pillow.

“It’s almost noon,” the man chuckled. “I know you’re tired but you both need to get up. We’ve got stuff to do.”

Sitting up abruptly, Ruth grabbed her watch off her small side table, her eyes widening when she read 11:43 am. She looked over to Hope who was also staring at her watch in utter disbelief.

“I haven’t slept in this much since I was a teenager,” Hope muttered under her breath before turning to Ruth, almost breaking into a fit of laughter at the blonde’s wonky curls from the day before. “We look terrible.”

Frank pounded his fist against the door, yelling, “Get up!”

“WE ARE!!” They both hollered back, unable to keep the frustration from lacing their voices.

Throwing off her covers, Hope stood to her feet and marched over to the door, swinging it open. Ruth clamored quickly out of bed to follow her, stopping right behind her shoulder as they glared at Frank. His eyes scanned the women before him, and a grimace appeared on his face at their ragged appearances.

“Okay,” he started, raising his hands in surrender. “Go back to sleep. You look like shit, and I’d rather do things on the plane by myself than deal with your grumpy attitudes.”

They narrowed their eyes at him. “Nope. We’re awake now,” Hope retorted, smiling sweetly at him.

Sighing, Frank stepped back from the door with a barely concealed smirk. “Meet me at the hardstand.”

As Hope shut the door, Ruth flopped back on her bed, her eyes following Hope’s figure walking across the room to the desk in the corner. “How’s Gale?” she asked, propping her head up with her hand.

Hope began to neatly fold up the letter, smiling softly as she talked over her shoulder. “He’s good. Said he didn’t write because of Hugh causing problems, but he’s got his blessing now.” She turned toward Ruth with dusty pink cheeks, giggling to herself. “He even signed his last letter with ‘your Gale.’”

“Hope!” Ruth squealed, sitting up and covering her mouth with her hands. “I’m so happy for you. You deserve someone like Gale, and I’m sure Hugh sees how much he adores you.”

Hope looked down at the letter in her hands, her heart swelling at the thought of the man. “He’s amazing,” she whispered as her eyes traced over his name on the paper. After a few moments, she shook her head, seemingly clearing her thoughts, and raised an eyebrow at Ruth. “How’s John?”

It was now Ruth’s turn to blush, the tips of her ears heating up at the mention of the major. “Great, amazing, wonderful. I feel like I’ve known him so much longer than a few weeks, Hope. You know how I can get sometimes, but when I’m with him, I don’t feel nearly as anxious. And when he kissed me…I wished it could’ve lasted forever. I can’t wait to see him again.”

Sighing softly, Hope plopped down onto her bed. “Look at us, Rue. We’re like a bunch of lovesick teenagers.”

“Yeah, we are,” Ruth giggled, her mind replaying her and John’s laughter, soft touches, and tender looks from the dance. The way he held her face so delicately, how his lips-

“Come on,” Hope called, her mattress squeaking as she got up, breaking Ruth from her thoughts. “Let’s get ready so we can go annoy Frank.”

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andydrysdalerogers · 1 month

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To The Limit ~ Prologue

F1 Racer Johnny Storm x OFC Maya Levinson

Summary: He's been away from the sport for 2 years. He has 24 races to prove he belongs here. There are two things that could derail this: his family and her.

She's the one thing he is willing to push to the limit for.

This a sequel to my original story, "Following Team Orders" If you want to get caught up in my Formula One world, you can find it HERE

Future Warnings: references to a partner's death, cheating (but not by the MCs,) alcohol consumption, SMUT!, angst, racing incidents, language, grief, etc.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Banners by me!

Previous Chapter: None!

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End of Season Debrief

Johnny

Second.

Second place again.

Whose cock do I need to suck just to get to first?

Not that I think the new champion did that. I would never say anything like that about her. Steve Rogers earned that second championship. He and I had fought hard this year for it and he just edged me out. Considering his fiancé gave everything and almost stole this championship away. But its frustrating to be right there and miss it. He earned it, this championship. But I can’t help but think: when will it be mine?

One would think that driving for Ferrari would me I would have the best car in the world. That I could win every race. I used to think that too. But driving in Formula One is not just having the right equipment. You must have the right team with you as well.

In the pit, they are top notch. No complaints.

My team principal and my engineer, well, that’s a different story.

I’ve been with Ferrari for the last five years. I’m supposed to be winning championships. This year is the closest I have been to the top. Next year, I can feel it. I’ll get my chance.

“Alright, everyone settle, down” the team Principal, Nick Fowler. “Let’s review the last race and then talk about what we could have changed.”

“A lot,” I muttered under my breath. It was still caught by my best friend and fellow driver, Charles LeClerc. He sniggers under his breath before clearing his throat and starts to pay attention. Unfortunately, my mind wanders to the night before. Sitting at that bar with Luna (the name I’ve decided to call her because the moon gave her a halo effect. That and she never gave me her name) just talking and drinking. It had to have been one of the best nights of my life. But she disappeared in the morning after we fell asleep in my room.

“Storm!” My head snaps back up to see Nick glaring at me. Fuck how long was I zoned out. “I need to meet with you after this.”

“Yes, sir.” His face looks pissed. Then again, Nick always looked pissed.

The meeting dragged on and on. Finally, Nick wished everyone a “happy holidays” and then waved me forward. “Charles, I’ll see you in France, right?”

“Bit of skiing should be fun. See you after the new year, my friend.” We hugged and then I made my way to my team principal’s office.

“You wanted to speak with me, boss?”

“Yeah, come on in.” Nick shuffled some paperwork on his desk as I sat in front of him. “I know you’ve been waiting to hear about a contract extension. And while we haven’t picked anyone else up, we have decided not to renew your contract.”

I must be hearing things. Nick didn’t just say that. “What? What do you mean?”

“I mean, we decided to go in a different direction. You’ve had five years at Ferrari to make something happen. Second place isn’t enough.” He looked at me with bored eyes.

“What do you mean second isn’t enough? That’s the best Ferrari has been in the last ten. I’ve been getting this team further and further ahead.”

“And yet, you can’t get the prize.” Nick stood up. “I’m sorry but you’re out, Johnny.”

I was fuming. “You’ll regret this, Nick. I will win a championship and it’ll be under someone else’s flag. “

“I seriously doubt that.”

“Fuck you!” I stormed out of his office and went to my driver room. I’ve been in this spot for seven years and I just wasted five with the biggest asshole since Lloyd Hansen. At least at Mercedes, with Hansen, they won championships. I started to pack up my stuff. I left most of my Ferrari gear. Just taking the things Charles had signed for me and some mementos from races I had one. My mind was swirling, I have no ride. I have no job for the next year. I sent a text to my agent to let him know what happened.

I looked around the room one last time. As I stood there, a knock came to the door. I went to open it and was shocked to see Molly standing in front of me. “Molly?” I hadn’t seen her since our tryst a couple of months ago. She worked for Red Bull with Olivia, which was how I met her. After our night together, she told me she couldn’t do anything serious now, with the championship race being very tight. I lost to Olivia’s fiancé but had beaten Olivia by only five points. She was good for a first time driver with Mercedes.

“Hi Johnny, can we talk?”

“Sure.” I let her into the room. “Sorry it's a mess but I .. was packing up for the end of the season.” I couldn’t tell her I just lost my ride. At least not yet.

“Oh.” She looked around, stalling from the look of it.

“Everything ok?” She looked pale and nervous.

“No,” she shook her head. “I need to tell you something.”

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 1 year

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Boston Bears: Rugby Player AU Masterlist

Series Summary: This is a series following Chris and Co as Rugby Players. Each story follows a different player and can be read as a stand-alone! Outside of their own story, the reader will be given a name and become an OFC (E.G. Off-Limits reader becomes Elena in Fake Out and following stories, and Tommi in Off-Limits becomes our reader in Fake Out, I hope this makes sense!)

Warnings for each series will be included in their Masterlist!

Rugby Explained

Off-Limits: Chris Evans x Reader

Fake Out: Ari Levinson x Reader (Coming Soon)

The Assist: Johnny Storm x Reader (Coming Soon)

Hat-Trick: Jake Jensen x Reader (Coming Soon)

The Opposition: Curtis Everett x Reader (Coming Soon)

Sin-Binned: Andy Barber x Reader (Coming Soon)

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misssharrington · 3 years

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. . . ࿐ྂ ❝ a funny type of love.

pairing || johnny storm x oc!vivien sparks

warnings || soft johnny

word count || 648

summary || johnny loves to spoil his girlfriend, and people question him for it

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johnny loves to spoil his girlfriend

to the point where it's almost a problem

the thing is, he has an excessive amount of money

he's america's favourite playboy, for gods sake

and before, when he had no one, and was actually pretty lonely and needed something to fill that void in his life

he would just blow out his money

ladies, private jets, parties, illegal substances, he would do it all

but now that he has the love of his life?

he blows it all out on her

thats what she said

diamonds and jewels, expensive shoes, luxury coats and furs (fake, of course), designer clothes, perfumes and makeup, the list continues

he gets her everything

if she wants it, it's hers, no questions asked, even if she didn't ask for it

"did you know norway is the coldest country in europe?" she tells him

smash cut to johnny getting them a private jet to the best hotel resort in all of norway

because she has ice powers, so she needs the cold, unlike johnny who can withstand any temperature

picture this

vivien wakes up one morning to find johnny gone from the bed. she goes to the bathroom, has a shower, does the whole morning routine, and what she sees in the bathroom doesn't phase her one bit. she goes out into the living space and finds johnny making coffee. she goes up to him and hugs him from behind, and he immediately turns in her arms to brush his hands through her hair and kiss her neck.

"johnny?"

"hmmm?"

"why is there a solid gold bathtub in the bathroom?"

people kind of give them shit for this though

they say vivien's just using him for the money, and johnny's just buying her things in exchange for sex

but that's not true

it's a form of love, and vivien knows it. no matter how many people think it's materialistic, she knows he loves her regardless

with the way he keeps the thermostat off in their apartment so it's cold for her, even though he wraps himself in ten layers of blankets, or the way he carries her to bed and places kisses over her face when he thinks she's asleep

she's not she just pretends to be so he does the cute kiss thing again

and johnny knows she loves him regardless of all of the gifts he buys her

like how she never fails to make him his favourite blueberry pancakes with a whipped cream smile every morning, even if she has to leave early for work, she gets up extra early to make them and leave them out for him

or the way she spoons him at night, stroking his hair, because she knows that he hates sleep (even if he doesn't say it), because once he shuts his eyes, his brain goes into override and he starts to panic over everything he's ever done

she doesn't need all the gifts and money to love him, and he doesn't need to buy all these things for him to have her

vivien knows that him spoiling her is an expression of love because she knows his brain is the same as a five year old boys

he loves her, so he will show her with high costing things, because the amount he spends is a metaphor for the amount he loves her

johnny's not good with feelings, he can't just outright declare his love for his girlfriend, the same way vivien pretended to hate him for so long

they both have major trust issues, and they both get it

so when johnny wakes her up one day with a box of diamond earrings in his hand, he's saying 'i love you', and vivien wearing them on the next date is her saying 'i love you more'

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starryevermore · 3 years

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a perfect storm: the breakfast (2) ✧ stucky & johnny storm

a perfect storm ✧ a stucky & johnny storm series | ao3

pairing: stucky x ofc; johnny storm x ofc; eventual stucky x ofc x johnny storm

summary: breakfast with the avengers is a daily tradition.

word count: 932

warnings?: oop first oc in a while y’all, shorter chapter

note: there is no set update schedule for this; new parts come whenever they come.

Johnny was nothing if not persistent. When he had his eyes set on something, he rarely stopped until he got it. And when he saw Dove, sweet but snarky Dove, he knew that she was the kind of woman he would love forever. It was a shame that she was already taken. But that didn’t stop him. Even if she was dating the super soldiers, he could still flirt with her, get her to open up. Who knows, maybe if he was good enough, he could join the relationship. He didn’t mind sharing. He just wanted part of Dove for himself.

The others, though, knew this was a dangerous mission. Hell, even the other members of the Fantastic Four knew that Johnny was in over his head. Sue said as much when she ran into him after he finally shook Steve and Bucky off his trail. Something about leaving things be, that he was meddling in something he ought not to meddle in or whatever. But she didn’t get it. Dove was...Well, Dove.

Unbeknownst to the rest of the team, Johnny had had heart eyes for Dove for years. Ever since she first made headlines as a hero. Some villain had been wreaking havoc on New York and both the Avengers and the Fantastic Four had been out of town, leaving the city defenseless. But Dove stepped up to the plate, fighting the villain off until she froze him and let the authorities deal with him. Johnny had been on his way back to the city with the others when he saw the news, and he swore he’d never felt more enamoured with anyone in his life. Had it not been for the Avengers snatching her up so quickly, Johnny would’ve convinced the others to make the Fantastic Four the Fantastic Five.

But now he was here, and he had a chance. And he didn’t want to ruin that.

It was the first morning Johnny would be spending at the compound. During the tour, Steve had mentioned that the team tries to have breakfast together every morning. 7 o’clock sharp. Johnny had heard about that before. Dove had been interviewed by some magazine that covers superhero dealings, where they asked her about her favorite thing in being with the Avengers. She’d mentioned the breakfast. Wanda and Vision liked to hone their cooking skills, often making elaborate meals. Johnny liked to daydream about what it would be like to have breakfast with Dove.

And now he finally had the chance.

Not much of the team was at the breakfast when Johnny went down. Just Wanda, Vision, and Natasha. Johnny tried to not let the disappoint weigh to heavily on him. Instead, he slid into a chair, grabbed a plate, and started to pile on food on the plate.

“Are you liking it here?” Wanda asked as Johnny began to eat.

“Mhm,” he hummed, going to take a sip of his orange juice. “Yeah, it’s cool. Never thought something like this would happen.”

“Yeah? Doubted your abilities that much?”

Johnny turned, watching as Dove, Steve, and Bucky entered the kitchen. Dove took a seat across the table from Johnny, her boys sitting on either side of her. Bucky had been the one to speak, a cold look in his eyes as he looked Johnny over.

“Nah. I definitely have the skill to be an Avenger. We were enjoying our own thing for a while.” He looked over at Dove, smiling to himself. “But there’s plenty of things to enjoy here too.”

Natasha caught on before the others, raising a perfectly plucked brow. “Watch it.”

“Watch what?”

“They’re protective and she doesn’t take shit.”

By then, they had the attention of Steve, Bucky, and Dove. Steve was sending Johnny his sternest captain look, saying lowly, “If you’re thinking of doing anything, I won’t stop Dove from putting you in your place again.”

“Piss her off enough and what happened during training will look like child’s play,” Bucky added.

“And if I’m pissed off enough, I won’t hold them back.”

“Oh, I love it when you threaten me, wifey.”

“I’m not your—”

“Barnes, Rogers, you got a mission you need to be briefed for,” Maria Hill said, walking into the kitchen, passing a tablet to Steve.

“It’s our week off,” Bucky said. “We aren’t supposed to be called on for missions.”

“Another underground HYDRA cell cropped up,” she explained. “As our resident experts on HYDRA, you two were the best pick. You will be allowed to make up for the downtime you filed for when you get back.”

“Fine.” Steve rose to his feet, before leaning down to press a kiss to the top of Dove’s head. “Sorry, snow, but we’ll have our movie night when we get back, yeah?”

“Of course. Come back to me safely,” she said.

Bucky leaned over, pressing a kiss to her lips before rising out of his seat. “We always will.”

Bucky and Steve followed Maria out of the kitchen. When they were gone, Johnny looked back to Dove, who was adding a few strips of bacon to her plate.

“Looks like it’s just gonna be you and me, wifey,” he said.

“And by the time they get back, it’ll just be me,” Dove said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to tell my boys goodbye before they leave.”

As she left, Johnny looked to Natasha, a dopey grin on his face. “God, isn’t she great?”

“You must seriously have a death wish.”

“All I wish for is her to do whatever the hell she wants to me.”

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