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— love letter

꒰ summary ꒱ in high school, many students do their hardest to achieve their dreams. aimie, an aspiring writer, ghostwrites love letters for other people to earn just a little for her aspirations. when her friend and aspiring volleyball player, yuki, finds out just what kind of work she's commissioning, he's not too pleased.

꒰ genre ꒱ hurt/comfort, slight fluff, high school au ꒰ pairing ꒱ | ishikawa yuki/female oc ꒰ w.c. ꒱ 6,075 ꒰ published ꒱ september 4, 2024

꒰ a/n ꒱ i just have so many ideas for yuki fics that I honestly can't stop! i initially wrote this with the characters as adults, but i decided to make them high school students cause the situation seemed immature enough for teenagers to do. anyways, I can't wait to see yuki play once again this season! will be sleeping late for sure, but it'll be worth it, i know it.

Emilie,

Last night, I made up a string of lies just to ask my mom what she thought of you. I wouldn’t dare to write every word she uttered in this paper because it would be too much for the nib to handle. Allow me to summarize it for you to protect your heart: she did not approve of us. It hurt me to see that the woman I have looked up to for so long would go so far to insult you, even if the both of you have never formally met.

People may never approve of us, but none of it matters.

We have professed our love in the presence of God. If they say our love is false, then so is the God we all bow down to. Still if they prove that God is real and our love falser than false, then reality isn’t real and this world is a dream, and what a beautiful dream we’ve concocted for each other.

Tonight I will dream of you as every other night, and there we will meet again.

Your Eternity,

Rostom

As I wrote the last letter, I took the paper that held these contents and rested it on the table beside me. I wiped the black ink off my fingers with a worn-out towel, as I looked out into the horizon.

There were things in this world that I begged to know, like why we could barely see so much of the world when we looked towards the distance. But as I looked into the pink sky, raging into orange and then black, I realized the magic of distance: I can believe that there’s a whole other world behind the distance my eyes are capable of seeing, even if it was most likely filled with nothingness.

“Are you done with my letter?” Jun, my schoolmate, asked, who crept up behind me as I was looking out the window.

“The ink is drying. I’ll put it in the envelope in a few minutes,” I explained to him.

“Can’t you just use the Parker Ink? I swore you used that a few letters ago.” he insisted.

“The Parker inks aren’t dark enough for me.”

“With writing like that, I’m sure the receiver wouldn’t think about what ink you’re using. Elaine–Emaine–I mean Emilie–loves the letters that I send her!”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s a me problem. But I just think the presentation is just as important as the content, you know? Why do you think we judge people’s handwriting so much? Ink is also a factor in how we judge the writer,” I explained.

“We can talk about ink if we were in the 20th century, but we’re not. Aimie–letters have been out of fashion for so long that people won’t even tell what’s good parchment and what isn’t.”

“Yet you come to me asking to write old-fashioned letters with flowery words for a woman,” I said as I raised my eyebrows.

He scratched his head, tilting it while explaining, “She’s an intellectual. I needed to find a way to impress her.”

I shook my head. This dude was a pain in the ass.

“Alright, the letter’s dried. Now take this envelope and get out,” I ordered him, folding the letter into the envelope before I gave it to him. He placed a couple of coins on the table and left the classroom.

I tightly sealed the bottle of ink before wrapping it in a plastic bag. I stuffed it in the bottom of my bag before putting the extra pieces of paper inside my portfolio bag. For a brief moment, I continued to look out the window. Then, there was a knock on the door.

“Aimie,” Yuki greeted me softly before walking towards me.

“I’m surprised to see you here,” I told him. I felt spots of heat enter my cheeks. I looked away, allowing my cheeks to cool down, before turning to him.

“Why?”

“Don’t you have a bunch of girls waiting outside your classroom every day?”

He rolled his eyes.

“Or was there no one camping out for you today? Maybe they finally got to find out that you’d be a nightmare of a boyfriend,” I joked.

“I think I’d be a capable boyfriend. I would be a very good boyfriend… I think…” he boasted…ish.

“I know you always make your folks late to work because you take up so much time showering,” I sneered at him. I heard him huff, and he crossed his arms.

“Hey, at least I’m unlike you, lazing around, looking into the window all day. I know you always finish your homework while your teacher is asking the class to pass the papers to the front.”

“Shut up–”

“And you’re always obsessed with men… kissing each other…”

“It’s the 21st century! I am at the very least politically correct–”

“With a bed filled with nothing but stuffed toys because no one wants to hug her at night!”

“That’s mean! And to think I was supposed to take you out for dinner. Hmph! Leave me alone!”

He took a chair and dragged it beside me. He quietly put his bags on the floor and nudged my arm.

“I’m sorry,” he attempted to console me, “It was a joke. I won’t do it again…”

A smile began to creep up on me.

“…I’ll pay for dinner instead–” he slowly said.

“Exactly what I’m talking about!” I celebrated as I bolted right up. He scoffed as he watched me quickly gather my belongings. There wasn’t much left to put in my bag, but I wanted to be sure that I had everything together, lest I end up leaving behind something and be forced to think about what I left behind all night till the next school day.

“Are you actually going to pay for my food?” I asked him.

“Obviously not,” he retorted as a matter-of-factly. I whined and stomped the floor, crossing my arms. He smirked and quickly turned away, leaving me. I shouted and followed right after him.

We arrived at the restaurant not thirty minutes after I packed up. There was hardly anyone save for a few salarymen, tourists, and a woman speaking to herself. Loud rock music was playing in the background. We chose a table in the corner just by a window, where we would practically see none of them. The music was surprisingly quieter in this area. We sat across from each other.

“I would have said, ‘Finally, some peace and quiet!’ but you’re here,” Yuki hissed at me.

“Hey, you’re making me pay for your food and fooled me into thinking that I won’t be paying and now you’re making me pay again!” I complained. A “hmph!” came out of my mouth. Yuki slid himself closer to me and tapped my hand.

“I’m just messing with you,” he whispered, “I’ll pay for your food.”

“Really?” I pouted. He looked down as he smiled, and I could only get a glimpse of his sheepishness.

“Yes, now go and order what you want,” he directed me.

We both looked down at the menu. For a good three minutes, there was a circle of silence around us. I looked up to take a peek at him. He was so concentrated on someone who just needed to choose a meal for himself. Then he looked up at me, and I looked away for a moment.

I nodded, turned the menu towards him, and pointed at the two meals. Yuki shook his head, “Can’t you just get one?”

“Why? I’ve had a long day. Can’t I have two?”

Yuki rolled his eyes, showed me the side of the menu he was browsing at, and pointed at two meals.

“You’re not the only one who wants two meals,” he clarified, “The doctor told me to eat more so I could add some more weight.”

I sighed, “Fine. I’ll just get the curry.”

He didn’t reply but gave me a face. He pressed the button to call for the waitress and gave out our order. He pointed to the menu and asked for adjustments, to which I rolled my eyes and mocked him, then looked away.

When he had finished ordering, he called for my attention.

“Aimie, what were you up to in the classroom?” he asked me, the tone which almost felt like an interrogation.

I turned my eyes to him, but still kept my head towards the window, “I was just… writing some letters.”

“Letters?” He raised his eyebrow.

“Yes, letters. People ask me to write letters or translate them so they could send it to other people.”

He fussed, “Who is sending letters out these days? Can’t you just send them through mail?”

“I mean… that’s what it is…” I spoke slowly. He stared at me, then rolled his eyes.

“I meant mail as in online mail. You’re taking me literally.”

“Yes, I know what you meant. It was a joke.”

“It was not.”

“Is.”

“Not. And you’re changing the subject. Why are you writing letters for people?”

I crossed my arms and frowned at him. He tilted his stupid head, waiting for me to answer, but as time passed, he was disappointed to find out that I was not planning to respond at all.

“Aimie. I know you’re the best in our class when it comes to writing, but I think you should not be doing this.”

“Why not? It’s becoming a trend! Everyone likes to get letters 'cause they’re genuine.”

“Genuine? How can you call that genuine when you’re the one writing letters instead of them?”

As I was about to respond, the waitress arrived with our orders. We both looked at each other uncomfortably and began to eat in silence as if to forget the argument that was just about to transpire. He looked out the window as he ate while I slouched like a child, eating my curry as quietly as I could.

Later on, the waitress returned with another meal set on her tray and placed it between Yuki and I.

“A third one?” I quickly turned to him, “Is your doctor really making you eat that much?”

He shook his head and slid one of the plates towards me.

“It’s yours,” he told me softly, “Of course I’m not going to make you pay for my food after I just told you that I was going to pay for it.”

I nodded while looking down. My cheeks began to turn red, and from the edge of my eye, I could see Yuki slide the plate towards me even more. He continued to eat, looking out the window again.

I often wondered if we ever thought of the same things when we would look out the window. Does he judge others who pass by or think of them with kindness? Does he imagine the daily lives of the people that pass by? Does he see a woman and think she’s pretty? Does he think of me while he looks at a woman, as I’m before him?

He then continued our previous conversation, “I just don’t like the idea of you posing as someone else–”

“I’m not pretending to be someone else–” I emphasized. A heavy feeling was growing in my stomach, and I knew that tonight was going to open fresh wounds.

“It could cause you a lot of pain. And confusion. I–It’s admirable that you–I mean, you’re writing what other people can’t seem to express, but a letter–it’s personal. The people asking to write letters for them should express what they feel even if they can only express it in very few letters. It would be a dishonor to those who receive it. They would be disappointed when they begin to know the real them and find that they’re not as honest as their eloquence,” he tried to persuade me.

“Come on, Yuki. Who are we to judge them? I’m just trying to help. I’m not harming them at all.”

Yuki placed his hands behind his head, squeezing his eyes and opening his mouth in frustration.

“You know, I don’t know what to do with you. I know you want to help, but–”

He looked around, bewildered, and then shook his head. He dug his hand inside his bag and took a notebook out, and rolled it took his notebook from his bag, rolled it, and slightly stood up.

“Kindness–”

He began lightly hitting my head.

“Starts–”

He hit my head again.

“With honesty. If you help people become dishonest, then you’re not really helping at all.”

I pouted and looked up at him. He blushed and sat back down.

“Finish up your food. I have work to do,” he breathed out.

I saluted in reply and took big bites of my food.

After we finished eating, we walked our way to the train station. I sat on the seat nearest to the door, while Yuki sat across me. I looked at him as he stared down at the floor. I tightened the grip of my school bag, eventually hugging it instead. When he turned his eyes towards me, I averted mine, and I tried to focus on the view behind him.

“Don’t you want to sit beside me?” I asked as I patted the seat beside me. He hummed and did so.

To the ordinary person, a stranger asking their friend to sit beside them was a normal occurrence. But when it came to Yuki, sitting beside him on the train meant something else. I had the privilege of looking out the window to stare at him through the reflection. It seemed desperate, and it was. When the boy you like was admired and ambushed by girls every day, spending your every minute with him had to be well-spent. I would do anything to sit and look at him, even if his reflection could only hold an ounce of what was genuinely worth admiring about him.

I turned my head to the real him as I allowed my hand to wander inside my school bag. I pulled out a ball of those expensive Lindt chocolates, and showed it to him. His head was pointed towards the chocolate, then to me. He looked down and shook his head.

“No, I can’t have any. I need to control my intake,” he rejected me and apologized profusely. I cleared my throat and looked into the window. I wanted to phase out. Even if I was in public. Even if he was right beside me. I could handle a rejection of chocolates from anyone but him.

“You alright?” he asked me, putting his hand on my shoulder.

I felt my hand shake a little as my fingers began to sweat. When I turned towards him, his brown eyes were looking right at me. I could drown myself in that sea of chocolate. I could count the times he blinked. One… two… three…

Then the train doors opened, and Yuki stood up, motioning me to get off the train with him. With a myriad of people, we tried to stay as close to each other as possible. I held onto the strap of his bag, so I wouldn’t lose him. Then, all of a sudden, he turned around and took hold of my hand that was attached to his bag strap. He held that hand and looked at me in the eye as if to tell me to hold on tight so we wouldn’t lose each other.

There was a part of me that wanted to swoon. But for the most part, I wanted to hide in embarrassment because that’s the thing with Yuki. When you thought you finally knew him, he does something completely out of the ordinary. But no matter how shocking the action was, it doesn’t actually mean anything.

Still, he warmed my heart every time.

“I’m fine on my own,” I insisted.

“No, Aimie. In my six years of knowing you, you always have the tendency to get lost,” he nagged me and held my hand even tighter.

My hands began to sweat, and I managed to pull away from his grip..

“I don’t… feel comfortable,” I admitted.

His eyes softened. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.”

“It’s not you, it’s me,” I stood firmly, “But I think we should get walking.”

For the next few minutes, we walked around in silence. A few cars would pass by, but the atmosphere between us was static. He would sometimes slow down to let me catch up. To my surprise, he would usually scold me for being so slow. This was not the case.

As we turned to our street, there was a man and woman arguing. The woman, high-pitched, kept on slapping the man as he kept on pushing her. Yuki and I stayed close to each other to the point that our arms began to touch. But as we were about to pass by them, the woman suddenly grabbed the collar of my blouse and pulled me in front of you.

“Are you Aimie?” she asked me.

I gulped and nodded.

Yuki walked beside me, “What do you want with her?”

“Get out of it, you brat,” she spat at him and pushed him by the shoulder. She then focused at me.

“Are you the one writing letters to Jun?”

I shook my head. I looked at Yuki, his lips pursed, and his fists began to turn white. She then began to shout at me, the words incoherent. I froze like a doll, allowing her to hurt me, till Yuki got in the way.

“No, I don’t think you understand,” he insisted.

“Yes, I do! She’s the mistress! She–She writes to Jun!”

“She’s not interested in him at all. And who might you be?” Yuki raised his eyebrow.

“His… his girlfriend!” she shouted unsurely before looking away.

“You look too old to be his girlfriend,” he remarked. Can’t he be a little more careful?

“HUH!? And who are you to tell that, with that tiny voice of yours?” she shouted again.

“I’m her friend. And you’re misunderstanding,” he placed his hand out as if to calm her down. The man with her looked at the both of them the same way I was looking at them. We were clearly the most useless out of the four.

“Her friend… Clearly, you’re dating. And I can’t believe you’re… tolerating her. That hag is cheating on you!”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” he said calmly, “And she’s not the mistress. She’s just writing letters for other people.”

The woman was taken aback. She walked back slowly, though never turning back, and tilted her head towards the man behind her.

“Do you think he’s telling the truth?” she whispered to him. The man raised his eyebrow.

“I don’t think Jun dates high school girls in the first place–”

“He could, if he would,” Yuki interjected, “He’s a high school student after all.”

Quickly, the man walked away from the woman. He began to laugh at her.

“Did you just get tricked by a high school student?” he cackled and pointed at her.

“No, no,” the woman objected, “I’m just a year older than him. And… I thought we were in the same university…” She tried to convince him that there was nothing wrong when something obviously was, and it had barely anything to do with the letters at all.

“Well, he does look old,” the man said, to which everyone either looked at him in horror or shame.

“I’m sorry for my sister,” the man apologized and bowed in front of us, “She caught Jun’s letter on the table while he was at work. It seems like he puts your name and house as the return address.”

Yuki laughed lightly, and I stared at the floor.

“Do you actually write the letters?” the woman asked me, her voice softer.

“Yes, I do. But I put it in the envelope and well… I don’t write the addresses for them. I didn’t know he’s been putting my name and address the entire time. I apologize,” I explained.

She sighed, “Kid, try to get out of people’s other matters. Even if it’s just writing a letter.”

In embarrassment, I kept my head down. Yuki spoke for me, “Sorry for making you worry. I’ll bring her home.”

“Sorry for the misunderstanding. Have a good night,” the woman said and the siblings bowed.

Yuki and I walked back to my home, but before I could say anything, he stole the opportunity to break the silence.

“Don’t tell me you’re planning to write letters even after all that,” he looked at me in a distasteful manner. I shook my head as fast as I could.

“It’s just a misunderstanding. It’s going to happen from time to time, but I can–“

“You’re still going to do it!?” he blasted. I took a step back.

“Yes, but–“

“I don’t–I don’t understand the thought process here. If it wasn’t for me, you would have found yourself beat up the next morning. I mean–they’re not capable of maybe beating you to death, but you would have definitely still been in danger… Aimie, can’t you think straight for once?” he scolded me.

I began to warm my hands with my palms as my heartbeat grew faster. I felt a spot in my throat beginning to hurt. In hurried breaths, I could visually feel myself turning into a pot, ready to whistle for tea.

“No! I can’t!” I shouted, “I don’t have the luxury of doing that! Don’t you know that other people ghostwrite?”

“I know people ghostwrite. But do you agree? Is this unethical doing of yours okay with you?”

“It’s just a bunch of letters!” I screamed and stomped my feet. Yuki crossed his arms.

“It’s not! A letter is supposed to… to… tell people what they feel. To help the receiver understand the writer… in their perspective. You’re missing the point of this!”

“Well, you’re making a big deal out of this. I write letters for other people, love letters. For high school students. I’m not–I’m not going to fool… the Prime Minister into doing what the customer would have wanted him to do. I’m not blackmailing people.”

“No matter how young they are, you’re still fooling with other people’s feelings!”

“I’m not the one fooling them. It’s the person asking me to write for them.”

“So you agree? That someone is at the very least, lying?”

“Okay, fine. Yes. There’s dishonesty.. The person asking me to write the letter is lying. I’m lying, too. But I didn’t ask to be in this kind of position. I didn’t want to be writing letters, I wanted to be writing novels. But I can’t afford to be one. I’m not like you, living in a fantasy world where offers come right at me left and right, where people come flocking at me from all corners.”

Just miles away from us, we heard some lightning strike. Though we could have ran away, we stood there, arguing like children.

“You’ve worked hard, that’s for sure. But other people have, and they don’t get as much returns as you do, to the point that you’re privileged enough to continue to work hard with extra help along the way,” I added.

He wanted to interrupt me, but allowed me to continue talking:

“You have no right to talk to me about honesty, genuinity. How do you know if everything that you have is real? Let’s start with that first.”

Then, it began to drizzle.

I took a deep breath before telling him, “Those love letters those girls would give you? The ones that you would throw away? Most of them were written by me anyway. And if you–and if you ever bothered to read them, you’d realize that I’ve written what they’ve wanted, true, but every word was mine. Every love letter I’ve written, no matter who wanted me to write them, always had you in mind. You’re real to me.”

“Aimie–“

“You live a good life, and I know it’ll just get better. But that doesn’t mean you can bug me and tell me what’s good and what’s bad. I know… friends.. are supposed to tell you what’s good and what’s wrong. But these commissions–they’re the only thing I can do. We both know that.”

“I could help you–“

“I don’t need your help! I never did. I’ve been doing fine without you anyway. But you’re right. It’s dishonest. It got in the way. So I’ll stop,” I finished.

I dug down my school bag and got a foldable umbrella out. I shoved it in his big hands as he looked at me, puzzled. The rain poured even harder, puddles forming at the side of the road.

“Go home,” I demanded him.

Without looking at his reaction, I turned away and ran to my house. I felt his footsteps follow right behind me. I heard him calling for me. As I reached the front door, I turned around to find him gone. With a sigh of relief, I entered my home, where nothing could ever be capable of hurting me.

Two weeks had passed since the incident. I spent most of my days, running away from everyone, even Yuki. My feelings towards the conversation began to mellow, and I clearly saw what Yuki was trying to talk about. When I began to realize the grand scheme of things, my pride and selfishness immensely lowered. Since then, I stopped taking in requests for love letters, and spending my time in the library or the empty classroom.

But there were times when I had to walk out of my safe spaces and Yuki would happen to be there, and every single time, he would have his eyes on me. Every time he would stand up or even take a step toward me, I would run past him as fast as possible or even turn the other way around.

Eventually, my luck had run out because one day, after trying to run away from him, he attempted to chase after me.

“Aimie! Wait!” he called for me.

For some reason, I could have run as fast as I could. He was more athletic than I was, but desperation caused as much adrenaline. Yet I somehow froze, and he eventually caught up to me. I must have used up all my energy because I couldn’t seem to move.

“Can’t we just talk about it?” he asked me, slowly reaching for my arm. I quickly moved it away.

No. We couldn’t just talk about it. Because I didn’t let you talk the last time. And my mouth always took action before my mind does.

“Aimie, please? I’m sorry,” he nudged me. I scratched my arm and looked down, my lips sealed shut. I turned around to face him.

Fair to say, his eyes were red, and they widened when I turned around. I could see the sweat glistening on his palms. He was out of breath.

“No. I should be sorry. I was too prideful,” I admitted.

“No, I should be.”

“You’re too soft towards this. You defended me, and when we were finally alone, I lashed out on you. Insulted you, even. Don’t apologize to a dishonest person.”

“You’re not dishonest,” he stated.

“Do you even know how many letters I’ve written in the past month before I stopped?” I questioned him. I could hear him whisper, “No, no.”

“You’re young. And you’re human. And wel… you’re different. You always have good intentions, but you never really… do them properly,” he acknowledged these as he took a deep breath, “You’re naive, Aimie. You always have been.”

“But I’m a bad person. A bad human.”

“It’s not a crime, is it?”

I didn’t know what else to say. So, I started crying. Wailing, even.

“I–I don’t know what I’m going to do without you. I felt so stupid without you!” I cried out to him, then he began to hug me, “I thought to myself, ‘I’ve lost Yuki! The human equivalent to my brain! My senses have left me! I’m stupid, I’m stupid.’”

He laughed, patting my back. We broke our hug as I took my handkerchief out of my pocket, to which he snatched from my hand and dabbed the tears out for me.

“You think you’re the only one going through a crisis? How am I going to live without my heart?”

“My heart?”

“Yes, you’re my heart.”

I stood still and shook my head, “No, no. You’re my brain and heart. You’re my organs, I’m just a host.”

He cackled at me, “Aimie, think of yourself highly from time to time–”

“Yuki! We’re going in circles! That’s literally why we didn’t talk to each other for two weeks! Because I was thinking of myself highly–”

“Okay, okay. Let’s not talk about it. You’ve put out too many tears,” he interrupted.

When I stopped crying in such an ugly matter, he handed out a piece of paper to me.

“Can you do me a favor?” he asked me.

“It depends, what is it?”

“I want you to write a letter.”

“Oh no, no no. You just told me that you didn’t want to–”

“It’s worth it, I promise. It’s the last letter you’ll ever ghostwrite. It’s just a love letter I want you to fix a little while translating.”

“Translate?”

“To English.”

I glared at him.

However, I began to think of his previous actions and how they were never really as I predicted. Maybe he had something in mind. A terrible joke, even. So, I decided to play along with it, “Fine, fine. Look how biased you are…”

We walked back to my classroom and I sat by my usual seat near the window. He sat at the chair right in front of me as he crossed his arms and let them rest on the back of the chair. He placed his chin on his arms, and I could feel his eyes follow my every movement. I took out my pen and a fresh leaf of paper, and looked at the outline of his letter slowly.

I began to ask him a few questions, to which he responded with no hesitation.

“To whom is this letter addressed to?”

He smirked, “Keep it empty for me. I’ll write her name on the envelope.”

Her? My heart dropped. The worst thing he could do, after all this, was to make me write a letter to a girl. She must be a wonder for him to even ask me to write a letter in the first place.

“It’s a love letter?”

“Well, what else could it be?” he retorted, “Is there anything wrong with that?”

“No, no. Not at all,” I lied.

I took a deep breath and looked through the outline of the letter he wanted me to write. I looked at him, and he was still looking at me. I couldn’t tell what was on his mind–there was nothing written on his face. I gulped and began to write the letter:

A few days ago, my friend told me about this flower that is native to South America. It takes half a decade for it to grow, before it is able to bloom. Then it blooms again once a year, and it always happens in the middle of the night, before it closes in for the rest of the year the morning after.

As he was explaining this lovely flower, I began to realize that the flower and my feelings were no different.

Like this flower, this love was nurtured and cared for. And it took me one night for my heart to burst and realize just how much I’ve admired you.

Flowers come alive at the sound of good words, and I would be just as alive at the sound of your voice and the sight of your words, our nonsense conversations, your laughs at my terrible jokes, and our bickering–which was very much like an old couple.

If it took me six years by your side and a night to realize just how much I like you, then I would say it would have been worth it. There is no greater source to make the flower of my heart grow than you.

If you’d return these feelings back to me, then feel free to write back a letter. Say these good words and everything in me shall be healed, and the flower in me will bloom for as long as both our feelings will live.

Yours,

Yuki

I capped my pen and I let the letter sit there for the ink to dry.

“Is she a foreigner?”

He put his shoulders up, as if to say, “I don’t know.” I slammed my hands on my lap and sighed.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to write her name?” I questioned him again, just to be sure.

He thought for a while. He pretended to scratch his chin like an old man, and hummed to himself.

“I changed my mind.”

“Alright. So what’s her name?”

“Aimie. Address it to Aimie. A-I-M-I-E.”

Aimie.

I froze and stared at him, my eyebrows knitted together. He looked at me, and a smile seemingly began to grow on his face.

“Do… do you want me to… to put it in an envelope and write the address for you?”

“You do that now?” he cackled.

“It’s a special offer, for the last love letter I’ll ever ghostwrite.”

“Sure. Do you have a piece of paper? I’ll write it out for you.”

I took out my notebook, ripped out a page, and handed it to him. He turned away from me and I could hear the pen scratching the page. There was a metaphor that began to form out of that moment, where every stroke of a letter began to scratch my heart. When he had finished, he turned around and showed the paper to me, pointing to the block of text.

“Address it to her, please,” he requested.

I moved closely to the paper, observing what he had just wrote.

It had my surname and last name, as well as the exact house number, street, prefecture, and postal code. I could feel my eyes beginning to itch, slowly being filled by water.

“What a lovely name,” I told him.

“Yes, and what a lovely person,” he smiled, “I’m always in awe every time I see her.”

“I’m sure she’ll love the letter.”

“I’m sure she would. But I’m hoping she’d return the feelings too,” he sighed, scratching the back of his neck and avoiding my eyes.

“I’m sure she will,” I laughed.

He looked up at me, his mouth forming an “O.” Silly as it both was, I still wrote my name and address in the English style. I could sense that his smile was permanently stuck to his face, and when I finished writing, he patted my head. I handed the envelope to him, to which he licked to seal it shut. We stared at each other for a good while before the bell rang.

“Can I walk you home later?” he offered me.

“You don’t have any practice later this afternoon?”

“No, I don’t… So, can I?”

I nodded. Overjoyed, he walked up to me and hugged me. When we looked each other, I was positive that we were equally red. He then began to leave the classroom and turned to me by the door.

“I can’t wait to see you later,” he said.

One by one, my classmates entered the classroom, oblivious to what had just happened. One, they didn’t know that the boy I’d liked for so long had confessed to me. Second, they didn’t know that he’d walk me home later after school. Third and most importantly…

They didn’t know that in a few days time, I’d be able to write my very first love letter. One that wasn’t ghostwritten. One that was written to someone I have always wanted to write to. One that had my name signed at the end of the letter. One that allowed me to express my feelings toward something that was real without any shame or embarrassment. One that would reply to the confession of a friend I’ve admired for so long, to no longer be a pair of friends but something more.

#mine #mine: ishikawa yuki x oc #yuki ishikawa #ishikawa yuki #ryujin nippon #rjn

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Take One For The Team (One) - Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

A/N: we did it! part one! I'll be posting links to the parts on my Take One For The Team masterlist. pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x OC! Emily Parker warnings/content: mentions of smut/allusions to sex, swearing, Bradley throwing punches, anger issues. word count: 2k. taglist: @mamachasesmayhem, @floydsmuse, @avengersfan25, @whatislovevavy, @nerdgirljen, @dizzybee03, @mrsevans90, @djs8891, @averyhotchner, @bellaireland1981, @katfanfic, @dckweed, @kmc1989

The scorching California sun beat down on the sprawling expanse of the Los Angeles Stars' baseball stadium, casting long shadows across the meticulously groomed field. Amongst the buzz of anticipation, Bradley Bradshaw, the newly acquired star pitcher, stepped onto the hallowed ground of the pitcher's mound. His arrival, however, was not without its shadows of doubt and whispers of controversy.

Just months prior, in the heart of Philadelphia, Bradley had been embroiled in a notorious incident that had shattered his reputation. A game-ending brawl erupted after a heated exchange with an opposing batter, ending in a display of unbridled fury that left both dugouts emptied and headlines ablaze. It was a moment of weakness that cost Bradley not only his composure but his place in Philadelphia.

Not that it was entirely Bradley’s fault, of course.

Just hours before game time, he’d walked in on his considerably younger girlfriend, Brittney, and the opposing team’s star hitter, Jordan Kazansky in a compromising position behind the dugout. How else was Bradley supposed to react when he came out smirking at him with a devious grin, knowing exactly what he’d done?

Bradley knew that Brittney was nothing more than a cleat chaser, purely out for the money and her fifteen seconds of fame that would come with dating a professional athlete, and Kazansky had just signed a new deal that promised him an obscene amount to start, and gradual increases each following year.

It shouldn’t have come as a shock to see her getting fucked by another man, especially not one who was younger, paid better, and had a baseball dynasty behind him. And yet, despite all this, seeing her with Jordan Kazansky was enough to make his blood boil.

When Jordan was at bat, Bradley had already managed to strike out two of his teammates, leaving Jordan as New York’s last hope to get a player on base that inning. Bradley lobbed him two relatively easy pitches so far, and the tally sat at two balls, no strikes. A third lazily tossed pitch made it so that the next one could be an easy walk to first base without Kazansky needing to make contact with the ball. Bradley, now feeling a little overly confident about luring his rival into a false sense of security, lined up for the next pitch. Instead of the half-assed, half-hearted throws he’d been sending to the plate, this time, Bradley wound up and threw a fastball that easily clocked in at 95 miles per hour. If aimed differently, this pitch could have set Kazansky up with a home run, however, Bradley, whose temper was rising every second that he spent having to stare at the opposing player, aimed the ball squarely at Kazansky’s outer thigh.

Jordan Kazansky dropped to the ground in a matter of seconds, clutching at the spot where the ball made contact. Bradley took his glove off and threw it to the ground, storming over to where Kazansky was now kneeling in the dirt.

“That’s for fucking my girlfriend,” He spat, shaking his head as he loomed over Kazansky.

Bradley grinned down at the injured player by his feet, raising his eyebrow as Kazansky refused to retaliate. Bradley was seeing red, beyond any reasonable amount of anger, and as the umpire began to attempt to diffuse the situation unfolding, Bradley’s aggression worsened. Now, as other players began to emerge from the dugouts, arguing and brawling with one another, Kazansky stood up right, squaring off with Bradley. Bradley couldn’t help but laugh - at 6 ft 4 and weighing in at about 210lbs, he wasn’t small by any stretch of the imagination, and compared to Kazansky’s 5 ft 10in, 175lbs frame, he practically engulfed the player in his shadow. As Kazansky tried and failed to land a right hook to Bradley’s jaw, Bradley returned the punch with one of his own, making contact with Kazansky’s face.

Now, faced with a game ejection, a fine, and a disciplinary hearing, Bradley knew one thing was for certain - his career was fucked. At his early thirties, most players his age are facing retirement, and on the higher end of 32, at any point the season he’s playing could be his last. He knew it better than anyone - the threat of a forced retirement hanging over him like a guillotine, waiting to end his career. Sure, plenty of players end up doing sports commentary when they leave, but Bradley wasn’t a commentator. In fact, Bradley barely spoke when forced to take part in press conferences, and when he did speak, he read whatever the team’s reps had handed to him. The truth was, he didn’t give a shit about anything outside of the field.

Bradley’s one saving grace after this incident? Pete Mitchell, the general manager of the Los Angeles Stars, a relatively new team that was entering its third season in the league. Pete had begun as Bradley’s coach when Bradley was a rookie, and was one of the few members of the team personnel at the time who believed in his skill and ability, rather than fearing whatever outlashing might occur if someone made a bad call against him.

When Philadelphia put Bradley up for trade following the Kazansky incident, as the press dubbed it, Pete snatched his contract up faster than the ink could dry. Bradley, grateful for the last-chance effort from Pete, resolved to try his hardest to pull his shit together and play the game. That was, until Pete gave Bradley an ultimatum.

“I don’t need a babysitter,” Bradley huffed, shaking his head.

“The league says you do. The team owners say you do. And, most importantly, I say you do. Besides, she’s not a babysitter. She’s not here to make you lunch and wipe your ass, Bradley. She’s here to help you boost your image. Fix that reputation you’ve earned yourself. Maybe even get you traded to a team that can afford to pay you more for your last seasons.”

“I don’t need her help, Pete. I’m fully capable.”

“It’s not up for discussion, Bradley. The team owners have decided you do this with Emily’s help, or you don’t play. And I don’t know about you, but something tells me after you knocked Kazansky out, there’s not a lot of teams interested in adding you to the roster at the moment.”

Bradley sighed and looked out the window of Pete’s office, staring down at the baseball diamond below. He shook his head before darting his eyes back to Pete, giving him a look of pure defeat.

“Fine. When do I meet her?”

“There’ll be a team meeting to introduce her at around 2 o’clock, ahead of tomorrow’s big game.”

“Great, fantastic, wonderful, can’t fucking wait,” Bradley quipped, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Bradley,” Pete sighed as he put a hand out, gesturing to Bradley to keep himself calm, “listen, she’s just here to help you make sure you don’t throw what’s left of your career away.”

Pitch after pitch, Bradley was in the zone, laser-focused on his performance in today’s game to distract himself from his first encounter with Emily earlier that afternoon.

She stood tall, her blonde hair cascading into a messy ponytail, wisps framing her face in a way that suggested effortless beauty. Her green eyes scanned the team with a confidence that Bradley sensed was a façade, a shield to protect her vulnerability.

As she began introducing herself, each mention of the team felt like a veiled criticism directed at him. Bradley couldn't help but scoff and roll his eyes, recognizing the subtle digs concealed within her words. He felt under attack with each thinly veiled criticism of his behaviour, his jaw clenching in frustration as he listened to her talk. With a silent challenge in his gaze, Bradley contemplated how he could make her job a living hell if he so chose.

Watching from the management box in the stadium, stood Emily, in her tailored khaki pants and her pale blue blouse, nervously biting at her fingernails as she watched Bradley’s game play. This afternoon’s introduction to the team she’d be overseeing could have gone better - in fact, there wasn’t many ways in which it could have gone worse.

Despite her outward appearance of confidence when she entered the locker room, Emily couldn't shake the nerves that fluttered in her stomach as she stood amidst the buzzing energy of the stadium. Assigned to handle Bradley Bradshaw's notorious temper, she had expected their first encounter to be tense, but the reality surpassed even her apprehensions. Each eye roll and scoff from Bradley felt like a personal affront, a reminder of the uphill battle she faced in gaining his cooperation. Yet, beneath her frustration simmered a determination born from years of hard work and perseverance.

Emily hadn't landed the position of PR rep for the Los Angeles Stars by chance. Graduating top of her class with a degree in communications, she had diligently climbed the ranks through internships and assistant positions, her eyes always fixed on her ultimate goal. When the opportunity to join the Stars' organization arose after a successful internship there the previous summer, Emily seized it with unwavering confidence, although she had no idea exactly what the position would involve.

She’d entered into her initial meeting with Pete and the rest of the team’s management with her head held high, feeling excited about her new role with the team. She’d been a baseball fan her entire life, and Pete Mitchell was at one time, one of the greats. The team’s roster was phenomenal, filled with rookies and a few veteran players with strong, solid careers. The task of making the team appear well managed was one that practically did itself for her. That was, until that morning, when the team’s newest trade acquisition was finalized.

“Bradley Bradshaw? The guy who drilled someone in the leg over, quote unquote, “fucking his girlfriend”?” She asked incredulously, blinking in disbelief.

“That’d be the one. Listen, we need a good pitcher. He’s one of the best. And we can afford him. He needs us as much as we need him. Your job, is to make sure he keeps his nose clean and doesn’t explode and throw a bat at someone for looking at him the wrong way.”

“Which will now be exponentially harder given his recent scandal. I mean, everyone in the league is commenting on it. On the subway in this morning I heard four different people discussing the Kazansky incident as if it’s the next Watergate scandal.”

“Exactly,” Pete nodded, pointing to Emily with his pen casually, “And you’re one of the best at what you do. Your resume was the most impressive out of all the ones we received. I’m confident you can handle this.”

Emily nodded once, trying not to audibly groan at the prospect of having to babysit a 30-something year old grown man who couldn’t keep his temper tantrums under control.

That night, she’d resorted to watching videos of Bradley in press junkets on the internet, trying to make notes of key points to work on. His uninterested answers, his unwillingness to maintain eye contact, his scowling glances and nonchalant posture, suggesting that he’d rather be anywhere but there. A couple videos, dating back to when Bradley’s career was just taking off, showed a different side to him - a gentler man who genuinely just enjoyed playing baseball and wanted to be there.

As she watched Bradley's imposing figure on the mound, Emily couldn't help but wonder what had led him to this point. Rumors of his temper tantrums and locker room clashes had preceded him, painting a portrait of a man both fiercely talented and dangerously unpredictable. Emily knew that her success in taming Bradley's fiery spirit would not only define her career but also shape the trajectory of the team's season. She knew she had her work cut out for her when it came to Bradley - he was hard-headed, stubborn, volatile, and explosive - every public relations team’s worst nightmare.

Emily, however, had a plan.

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couldbeglorious · 3 months

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theres aaa malevolence womence momence rn and uhhh to me it's not rly a problem that there arent voiced women / women without heavy voice distortion, it's perfectly possible to have good characters that are spoken of / read about in letters / otherwise nonverbally present, it's that the characters who are women aren't well-written, rounded characters. they're ideas and concepts (often cool ones!) placed as set dressing or information posts or a wall to bounce a ball off of for the story arthur's doing at the moment, they arent people with agency and drive. and then they die. Sorry, they Have Died. Amanda could have written more letters where she had a personality, she couldve have interacted with the woman who became the wraith, she could have stayed alive and written letters directly to arthur, emily could have been someone beyond a backstory gory detail, anna stanczyk could have... been a character instead of being periodically alluded to as "existing" (and have her name pronounced correctly sometime). Marie was pretty close ! then she went and discarded her own sister being brought back from the fucking creature that took her husband in favor of suddently making arthur her surrogate son and how shes such a lonely old woman who has only need for a little guy to be special. Hattie? just a vessel to the end i guess, never a person. and that's not to say male characters have it much better, what with the "instantly being so enamored with arthur at first sight it's literally incomprehensible if you took your shipping glasses off" , "throwing all secondary characters in the laundry chute in the s4 finale" which wasnt even needed at all since arthur was going to time-travel ANYWAY , but , thing is, they obviously are people with a past and a want and a story. thought experiment : take your general idea of the characterization of noel, or oscar, or even Parker, remember we never heard him speak either!, and apply it to an avatar with a woman's face. does this new OC feel different than how the women who have been present in the show feel?

#you might not if you have trouble to see women as people in the first place #. (or if you and i have incredibly different worldviews that i cant really fanthom) .. well.#yk #cttu #fandom wank #it is fandom wank #re; good characters not speaking. think of agnes montague ...... her ROLE in the story is that of someone who never has had a choice to b-#be their own person- and it's a Theme! It's Explored! It's beautiful and tragic !#and #.......... :T

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a few!

elenore leanne parker. or just elle. the man the milf the legend, the one that started it all. elenore is my fc5 deputy and the reason i started these blogs! she also has a cyberpunk 2077 au, where she is another merc that works with iseul occasionally. shes got a couple ausc but in most, including in her original verse, she is shipped with john seed. in her cyberpunk au, she is shipped with saul bright!

emily louise parker. elle’s younger sister, emily is not present for most of fc5, but she comes back in fcnd as my captain of security! emily is shipped with wheaty, the two were childhood friends that reconnected after emily returns to hope county

ethan moreno. my dead space oc! a food microbiologist, who spends most of the game hiding in the hydroponics deck. he is shipped with @loriane-elmuerto ‘s maya gutierrez

#oc: elenore parker #oc: emily parker #oc: ethan moreno #shellibanswers #florbelles #ELLE MY BESTIE ELLE. HEY GIRL #I’m including ships now bc. I can. If u see me go back and edit those other asks then yes I am LMAO

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shellibisshe · 2 years

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—fc5 oc aesthetics

tagged by @strafethesesinners @florbelles @harmonyowl @nuclearstorms @aceghosts and @ishwaris thank you all

no tags bc I’m late but if you want to do this, tag me!

HOLLAND VALLEY.

red, gold, and orange leaves against a clear blue sky // rows of apple trees in an orchard // pick your own pumpkin patches // baskets of puppies // a sleeping fawn hidden away from predators // pumpkin spice // the bite of apple cider // a harvest festival // the faint smell of a bonfire on the wind // the slight unease of getting lost in a corn maze // a hint of fall in the air when it’s still warm // golden sunsets // leaves just beginning to turn from green to orange // the rumble of a tractor // the buzz of an airplane flying low overhead // golden wheat swaying in the wind // the smell of gasoline // sprawling river deltas // crystal clear water // an old wooden dresser // family heirlooms // jingling keys // crimson blood // dark ink on parchment // the sting of a bruise // the warmth of a grand fireplace // gunmetal // work boots in the mud // cattails // the harsh cry of crows // the faint musty smell of taxidermy animals // farm animals making a racket // open air farmers markets // catching your clothes on a barbed wire fence // a fresh breeze through an open window // white rocking chairs // old farmhouses // scarecrows // wild westerly winds // the barely contained excitement for the approach of autumn

WHITETAIL MOUNTAINS.

fishing at dawn // the smell of woodsmoke clinging to your clothes and hair // wolfsong // locking eyes with another predator // a night that falls faster than expected // the crisp hint of snow in the air // log cabins // the scent of evergreen trees // stone fireplaces // a well worn camouflage jacket // old field guide books // the smell of a cigarette still lingering on your hands // lager // the roar of whitewater rapids // cool dark caves // the rough wood of an antique gun // the scent of iron // woodland paths crisscrossed by gnarled tree roots // a haze of dust from a recent rockslide // losing your breath as you wade into an icy river // winding mountain roads // an eagle’s cry // the bright red flash of a foxes tail at the corner of your eye // the patter of rain on dead leaves // petrichor // seeing your breath in the cold morning air // the click of a projector // the jangling of a chain link fence // gunpowder // the sizzling of a grill // burnt hair // the grand lobby of a lodge // gravel crunching underfoot // the cry of blue jays // information boards // brochures piled on a table // cold metal bars // the sour smell of a lumber mill // the rough texture of scouting achievement badges // muffled oldies music from another room // sharpening a hunting knife // blood red leaves blooming from bone white birch trees // red bleeding into the edges of your vision

HENBANE RIVER.

cloying floral scents // the thick mist that gathers near the ground at dawn // dewdrops sparkling on spiderwebs // the almost too intense morning sun // unseasonable warmth // birdsong // honeyed wine // walking barefoot in the cool grass // the clanging of a jail cell door // spying hazy figures of animals in the fog // lemon balm and lavender // the low growl of a wildcat that you can’t see (but it sees you) // choking clouds of pollen settling on cars like snow // vineyards // faint humming and singing from an unidentifiable source // juniper berries // feeling uncomfortably hot in overly formal clothes // lace // burning incense // frogs in the reeds // soft brunette tresses // long winding rivers // mesmerizing music // glistening trout // the sweet nectar of honeysuckle flowers // rumbling of truck motors // glass beakers // bundles of dried flowers // wind chimes tinkling // rough concrete bricks // tumbling barrels // the ringing of a vintage phone // sweet words // broken promises // moonflower and datura // the smell of freshly cut grass // the faint sound of children laughing

JOSEPH’S COMPOUND.

babbling brooks // humming // whistling // dogs barking // grand oak trees // the faint sound of hymns // a crate of ripe peaches // melted wax candles // the smell of fresh newspaper clippings // caged birds singing // a warm embrace // wrought iron arches // flames reaching for the sky // gentle voices murmuring // your feet sliding in thick mud // pouring rain // vape smoke // the slight scent of sweat // ink on skin // the smell of wooden church pews // the rustle of hymnals // old book smell // slight hint of ozone from old electronics // bradford pear petals floating on the breeze

DUTCH’S ISLAND.

creaking metal hinges // the crackle of a radio // the scratch of an old record player // the smell of antiseptic // the flickering light of a projector // the feel of pushing pins into cork board // echoing footsteps // shelves stacked with canned food and mason jars // dark shadowy figures on the edge of your vision // gleaming metal badges // a table of bullet shell casings // vertigo from standing on swaying radio towers // the sound of shattering glass // whistling pipes // suffocating heat // the chatter of squirrels // faint scent of mothballs // the sputter of a boat engine // the high electronic whine of an old television turning on // the sound of distant gunfire // tear stained letters // old family photographs // the smell of a mildewy basement

#I was going to use emily for this too but I lost steam #tag game #oc: elenore parker

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the-uraniumverse · 1 month

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a list of all the oc tags so far :p

oc ★ addison

oc ★ alex

oc ★ andria

oc ★ ari

oc ★ beau

oc ★ camille

oc ★ celeste

oc ★ cj

oc ★ conner

oc ★ conrad

oc ★ darla

oc ★ destiny

oc ★ dragon

oc ★ elana

oc ★ elizabeth

oc ★ emile

oc ★ emily

oc ★ enid

oc ★ evan

oc ★ fionn

oc ★ franciszka

oc ★ françois

oc ★ george

oc ★ gåbonn

oc ★ jules

oc ★ kath

oc ★ kieran

oc ★ kole

oc ★ lana

oc ★ lottie

oc ★ lucas

oc ★ luka

oc ★ markus

oc ★ millie

oc ★ mima

oc ★ moniques lover

oc ★ moon

oc ★ natalie

oc ★ noah

oc ★ parker

oc ★ reilynn

oc ★ remy

oc ★ riah

oc ★ sam

oc ★ vesta

oc ★ zach

oc ★ zero

oc ★ matt

#★the uraniumverse★#rtc ocs #rtc oc

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ao3feed-irondadspiderson · 15 days

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Peter and The Nurse's Office

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58728322 by happyaspie Peter ended up in the nurse's office all the time before becoming spider-Man. Afterwards, not so much- but he still had his moments. And according to May, those moments had the worst timing. Because it always seemed to take place while she was working a long shift... Enter Mr. Stark. OR 5 times Mr. Stark needed to pick Peter up from the nurse's office and 1 time Peter faked it. Sicktember 2024 Prompts: 6 Dizziness/Vertigo 15 Who decided [plain, dry saltine crackers] are sick people's food? 16 Poison/Toxin Alt 5 Doctor’s Note Cozytober 2024 Prompts: 29 Sick Day/Nurse's Office 8 Pumpkin coffee Alt 4 "Thanks for putting up with me." Words: 3081, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English Series: Part 28 of Sicktember 2021-2024 Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, May Parker, OC Nurse Emily Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Aunt May Parker & Peter Parker Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker Has the Worst Luck, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Aunt May Parker & Tony Stark Coparenting Peter Parker, Sick Peter Parker, Injured Peter Parker, Tony Stark is Peter Parker's Emergency Contact, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Perhaps a Little Carack-ish At Times... read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58728322

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

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cloudzzcore · 6 months

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Howdy folks I’m Cloud and I’m just a simple writer who’s trying to find a new hobby!

INTRODUCING MYSELF / Masterlist

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╰─ - ̗̀✎ About me:

୨୧┇Name: Cloud

୨୧┇Age: Not saying it, But I am a Minor

୨୧┇Pronouns: All (Preferably He/They)

୨୧┇Timezone: EST

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╰─ - ̗̀✎ My Boundaries...

୨୧┇DMs: ✅ (ask)

୨୧┇Pings: ✅

୨୧┇Friend: ✅

୨୧┇Nicknames: ✅

୨୧┇Tonetags: ✅

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╰─ - ̗̀✎ Interests & More!

୨୧┇Likes: The Little mermaid live action, ITSV, ATSV, Bad Guys, Law and order, Lackadaisy, TADC, Helluva Boss, Hazbin Hotel.

୨୧┇Favorite Characters: Zooble, Kinger, Gangle, Jax, Caine (TADC). Mr. Wolf and Ms. Tarantula, Diane. (Bad Guys). Ariel, Sebastian (TLM). HOBIE, Miles, Pavitr, Gwen, Jessica Drew, Peni Parker, Spidernoir. (ITSV, ATSV). Freckle, Rocky, Nicodeme and Serafine (LACKADAISY), Fantoccio, BARNABY, Billie. (Billie Bust Up) Queen Bee, Fizzarolli, Millie, Loona, STOLAS. (Helluva Boss), Angel Dust, Alastor, Charlie, ADAM. (Hazbin hotel)

୨୧┇Dislikes: Pushing Boundaries, misuse of tonetags.

୨୧┇Extra: I'm a avid helluva boss and Hazbin Hotel editor.

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Fandoms I write for

Hazbin Hotel Masterlist

Characters that I write for:

Charlie

Vaggie

Angel Dust

Alastor

Husk

Niffty

Lucifer

Adam

Lute

Possibly Sera

Emily

Vox

Velvette

Rosie

Carmilla

Sir Pentious

Helluva Boss Masterlist

Characters that I write for:

Blitzo

Millie

Moxxie

Loona

Stolas

Queen Bee

Octavia

Asmodeus

Fizzarolli

Crimson

Striker

Verosika

Glitz and Glam

Barbie Wire

Possibly Andrealphus

Trolls (All three movies)

Characters that I write for:

All of the Royal Troll Leaders

All of BroZone

Poppy

Viva

Hickory

(JUST ASK FOR A CHARACTER BC I CANT THINK OF ANY-)

The Bad Guys

Characters that I write for:

Mr. Wolf

Mr. Snake

Mr. Pirahna

Mr. Shark

Ms. Tarantula

Diane Foxington

The Amazing Digital Circus

Characters that I write for:

Pomni

Jax

Gangle

Kinger

Caine

Ragatha

Zooble

Possibly more to come!!

Rules for requests

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I can’t do smut to save my life and don’t want so no smut, Sorry!

No P*dophillia

No nasty stuff

No Oc x Canon characters

#the amazing digital circus #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #bad guys x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #spider man into the spider verse #spider man into the spider verse x reader #trolls band together #trolls world tour #trolls x reader

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findroleplay · 1 year

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hi! 21+ rper searching for 18+ writer searching for the following rare / toxic ships. most of these ships are dead dove themed, so please be aware of this. bolded char is who i’d write:

yennefer of vengerberg x tissaia de vries (the witcher)

cirilla of cintra x emhyr (the witcher)

jj x aaron hotchner (criminal minds)

jj x emily prentiss

alicia clark x victor strand (fear the walking dead)

beth greene x daryl dixon (the walking dead)

tris prior x jeanine matthews (divergent)

katniss everdeen x alma coin (hunger games)

bella swan x aro volturi (twilight)

abigail hobbs x will graham (hannibal)

emma swan x regina mills (ouat)

hermione granger x severus snape hermione x lucius malfoy (harry potter)

sam winchester x chuck shurley (supernatural)

sam winchester x dean winchester

sabrina spellman x lucifer (chilling adventures of sabrina)

sabrina spellman x chuck shurley

female oc x albert shaw (the black phone)

clara oswald x 10/12/13th doctor (doctor who)

padme obidala x obi-wan kenobi (star wars)

harley quinn x batfleck (dc)

wanda maximoff x stephen strange (marvel)

kate bishop x clint barton

peter parker x quentin beck

natasha romanoff x bruce banner

carol danvers x yon-rogg

irene adler (megan fox fc) x sherlock holmes

female oc x john watson (bbc sherlock)

daenerys targaryen x jorah mormont (got)

sansa stark x brienne of tarth

daenerys targaryen x thranduil/or elrond (got x lotr crossover)

alison cameron/female oc x dr. house/dr. wilson (house md)

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Earth-18104 - 1980

List of events that occurred from 1980 to 1988 in Earth-18104. The story behind these events is not completely complete, some are well summarized. Most of these events happening here are taken by other medias, like the movies and the comics, but doesn't follow Marvel Canon or the time-line established so faithfully, and include stories of my OCs.

The (N) at the end of names serves to indicate character births. I will include more events as I write more about the characters.

List of Events of Earth-18104 (Resume)

1980 -

• Alongside his friend Mendel Stromm, Norman Osborn (25) founded his company Osborn Chemical, also known as Oscorp.

• He also married his college sweetheart Emily Lyman and they had a son, Harold "Harry" Osborn. (N)

• Unfortunately, his wife became ill and died, which caused Norman to bury himself in his work and rarely have time for young Harry.

• June 5 - Peter Parker is born, son of CIA agents Richard and Mary Parker. (N)

• Alicia Reiss's mother, Marcia Deaton, died from radioactive isotopes involved in the explosion that killed her husband years earlier. While Alicia (14) grew up to become a noted sculptor, Phillip Masters (51), her adoptive father, was heartbroken over Marcia's death.

• Adrian Toomes (33) and his wife Cheryl had their second daughter, Valeria Toomes. (N)

• Ben Grimm (18) received a football scholarship to the State University of New York, where he studied alongside his childhood friend, Reed Richards (17), who rented the Baxter Building, at 42nd Street and Madison Avenue, and decided to rent the entire top floor to transform it into a laboratory/house, which he shared with Ben.

• In college, the two met a foreign student, a scientific genius named Victor von Doom (18), who quickly formed a rivalry with Reed.

• (The Dane's plane crash)

• When Lorna Dane was five years old, her stepfather Arnold discovered that she was not his biological daughter and decided to confront his wife. He took Suzanna and Lorna to fly in his plane and a fight broke out between the couple.

• Lorna was upset about the flight and began crying, triggering the manifestation of her immense magnetic abilities, which caused her to emit a magnetic pulse that destroyed the plane and killed her parents, as well as giving her hair its iconic green color.

• Lorna was the only one who survived and was found by her real father, Magneto, who was attracted to the location by his magnetic pulse.

• Believing that she was not ready for his abilities or the life he could offer her, he had his associate Mastermind use his illusionary powers to rewrite Lorna's memories of that day, leaving her to believe that her parents died in a car accident. plane when she was a child, so she was raised by Arnold's sister and her husband.

• Wanda and Pietro Maximoff (12) lived a happy childhood, traveling with their family and adoptive parents throughout Central and Western Europe.

• As they grew, their mutant powers emerged and with the protection of their family, they had complete freedom to explore their abilities. Wanda had a strong connection with magic, while Pietro manifested super speed, which he used to his advantage on many occasions.

1981 -

• By the age of eighteen, Reed Richards had earned four degrees in fields such as engineering, mathematics, and physics.

• Meanwhile, Ben Grimm (19) quits college and joins the United States Air Force and becomes a highly skilled fighter pilot. At some point he started dating Dr. Linda McGill.

• Franklin Storm gambled away the family fortune, ending up in a penitentiary for murder after accidentally killing his loan shark. His children went to live with their aunt Marygay Dinkins, who ran a boarding house.

• Sue (16) told Johnny (8) that her father had died, and he would not discover the truth until years later.

• While her sister went to college, Johnny, who was very attached to Sue and saw her as a substitute mother, suffered greatly when she left. In his early teens, he was attracted to automobiles and became a mechanic at a young age.

• Wade Winston Wilson (10) had fled his parents' house when he encountered Francine Cavalcante (174) and Tereza Márquez (166).

• Interested in Tereza's ability, he starts following her on the streets.

• Even though she tried to scare him and send him away, Wade had nowhere else to go, so Antônio Cavalcante (181) OC took him in at Sister Margaret's School, the base of the Mercs for Money, where he was raised by the Cavalcantes to become a mercenary.

• During his last years at university, Henry Pym (18) met Maria Trovaya, a Hungarian immigrant studying in the United States with whom he begins a relationship.

• Unknow to him, Maria was daughter of Dr. Janos Trovaya, a Hungarian geneticist and entomologist, secretly involved with the HYDRA and the Red Room.

• Stephen Strange (41) studied magic with the Ancient One for seven years and returned to the United States where he became a mystical consultant and protector of New York's Sanctum Sanctorum, alongside Wong, the librarian of Kamar-Taj.

• Since then, Strange has fought demonic entities, his reputation has grown, and he has even become an occasional consultant to local and federal authorities.

• Tereza Márquez (116) joins the ranks of SHIELD, as Nick Fury Sr's request, adopting the name Sanguinária.

1982 -

• Clint Barton (16) adapted his archery skills to become a star of the carnival, a master archer named "Hawkeye," also known as "The Greatest Shot in the World."

• One day, he found Jacques Duquesne (29) and his brother Barney Barton (21) embezzling money from the circus where they lived. Before he could stop them, Jacques beat him and left him behind, escaping with Barney from the city.

• After this, Clint's relationship with his brother deteriorated.

• Greer Nelson (21) met William Nelson when he joined the Chicago police. They quickly became close and began a relationship.

• Will, wanting to be the hero in their relationship, tried to convince Greer to leave the police force and be a housewife, but Greer refused, wanting to maintain her independence and sense of adventure.

• Gabriel Summers, later known as the X-Men Vulcan and Majestor Vulcan, is born. (N)

• Years after Xavier divorced, Gabrielle Haller a teacher, living in Paris with her son, David (3). Soon after this she met and married Daniel Shomron who helped her care for her son.

1983 -

• Matt Murdock (18) got a scholarship to State University. On his first day he met Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, who was also studying law.

• Foggy and Matt immediately formed a strong friendship and Nelson often joked about his blindness, while Murdock teased Nelson about many of his poor life choices.

• During a mission to South America, Sabretooth (164) and Sanguinária (168) met Sarah Gibney, who had left home to escape her parents and her controlling boyfriend.

• After their first date at a bar, the pair of mercenaries continued to ask Sarah out and the three bonded.

• A few weeks later, Sarah began to realize that they were both dangerous people and ran away once again during the night. After that, Sabretooth and Sanguinária forgot about Sarah.

• Sarah returned home and discovered that she was pregnant. Afraid of the shame and ostracism she would face, Sarah agreed to marry her boyfriend and drop out of college.

• (EVENT Captain Marvel - Incomplete)

• Carol Danvers and Maria Rambeau were chosen as test pilots for Project PEGASUS, a joint scientific project between the Air Force, SHIELD and NASA, under the command of military scientist Doctor Walter Lawson, who was secretly the Kree soldier Mar-Vell in disguise.

• Danvers and Rambeau, receiving the pilot callsigns "Avenger" and "Spectrum" respectively, would continue to fly under Lawson's supervision together.

• Lawson (or Mar-Vell) became a mentor to Carol, for whom he developed a special concern, while Carol was inspired by Lawson's passion for his work and his desire to use his skills to end wars.

• One morning, while on a reconnaissance flight, Danvers and Rambeu noticed an unknown ship approaching. Danvers did her best to avoid the attacks, but was hit. As she lost control, Carol's Kree powers activated for the first time and the cabin filled with light.

• Carol survived the fall and was found by Walter Lawson. A few days later, she woke up to find that she was in S.H.I.E.L.D. custody.

• When her son was still a child, Gabrielle Haller realized that David (7) was autistic and took him to see a psychologist who confirmed his diagnosis. After that, she took David to the premiere of Return of the Jedi, making David a fan of the saga.

1984 -

• Henry Pym (21) started working on a formula for shrinking objects, but was having difficulty finding funding. He also noticed how distant his girlfriend Maria Trovaya was becoming and began to suspect that she was hiding something.

• Bobby Drake's (7) mutant powers emerged very early.

• One day he woke up feeling strangely cold, his hands were pale, his lips were purple and his body couldn't stop shaking. Despite this he didn't feel sick or weak, the cold didn't bother him in the slightest.

• At the hospital, doctors were unable to diagnose what was wrong. Bobby's core temperature dropped to fatal levels and yet he was apparently completely healthy.

• Doctors told the Drakes that their son probably wouldn't survive the night unless there was some kind of miracle.

• The next morning, Bobby was feeling better, his body had returned to normal temperature, although his skin was still pale. His mother prayed gratefully, believing that a miracle had indeed occurred, but Bobby and his father thought otherwise.

• June 12 - A few months after his mother returned to Canada, Kyle Gibney was born, being secretely Sabretooth's son. (N)

1985 -

• (X-Men - Marvel Girl)

• Jean Grey (10) was playing with her friend, Annie Richardson, when she was hit by a car. The stress awakened Jean's telepathic powers that linked her empathically to Annie, allowing her to feel her life slipping away.

• The traumatic experience left Gray in a withdrawn and deeply depressed state. Not being able to control her newly awakened telepathic abilities forced her to isolate herself from other people to maintain her sanity.

• Months later, a psychiatrist recommended that her parents consult Professor Charles Xavier (48), who revealed to Jean, but not to her parents, her mutant status.

• To protect her, Xavier decided to block her intense telepathic abilities by erecting psychic shields until she developed the necessary maturity to deal with them.

• He also helped her unlock her telekinetic abilities, teaching her how to levitate and manipulate objects.

• Howard and Maria Stark die in a car accident. Their son, Tony Stark (21) inherits his father's business, Stark Industries.

• In a short time, it transformed from just a munitions company into a multinational corporation with a range of interests that encompass virtually every type of contemporary scientific industry and leading the cutting edge of electronics.

• Tony also bought the company that built the car his parents were driving when they lost their lives and fixed the flaws in the brake system.

• (EVENT The Incredible Hulk)

• Bruce Banner (23) earned his doctorate in nuclear physics at Caltech and wanted to pursue philanthropic hallmarks of science, but was unable to receive any funding for his projects.

• Lacking options, he began working at a United States Department of Defense nuclear research facility in New Mexico.

• There Banner met General Thaddeus Ross, and his daughter Betty, with whom he ended up falling in love. Banner designed and supervised the construction of the "Gamma Bomb" or "G-bomb", a nuclear weapon that has a high emission of gamma radiation.

• He was present at the site for the first bomb detonation, however, upon seeing that a civilian, Rick Jones, had breached security and entered the restricted testing area, Banner entered.

• His assistant, secretly a double agent, detonated the bomb and intense waves of radiation reached the surface.

• Banner was irradiated with highly charged radioactive particles, which altered his body, causing him to frequently transform into the immensely powerful humanoid monster known as "The Hulk".

• Eventually, Henry Pym (22) became the hardest-working biochemist in the world, but the lack of innovation in his experiments eventually became too much for him.

• While working on a development program paid for by the Roxxon Oil Company, Pym was distracted by an ant farm and when his employer picked up on the case, Pym finally lost his temper.

• Grumbling about not being able to use his imagination, Pym angrily threw the ant farm across the room and quit his job.

• That same night he met with Maria Trovaya, who took him to the beach to relax. Lying in the sand, Pym expressed his desire to spend the rest of his life with her, just enjoying her presence.

• Maria joked about Pym being a "very hard-working ant" and said she doubted he would know how to relax if it weren't for her.

• Back at his apartment, Henry was inspired by Maria's words and his father's motto and decided to use his scientific prowess to try and fight crime while continuing to create his size-changing formula.

• Using ants as an example, he began studying entomology and began experimenting to find a way to reduce objects to "ant size" as well as restore them to normal.

1986 -

• After graduating from high school, Helen Cho entered college, where she graduated and became a geneticist and began working at U-GIN, a highly advanced bioengineering company based in South Korea known for her work in elaboration of regenerative tissues.

• Biologist Barbara Morse (22) was chosen by SHIELD to become an agent, being trained by several agents as well, receiving the codename Angente 19. Additionally, Barbara's propensity for insulting her opponents in battle earned her the codename of "Mockingbird".

• CIA agents Richard and Mary Parker are killed by the Red Skull and accused of treason during a mission. Young Peter Parker (6) was adopted by his uncle and aunt, Ben and May (42) Parker.

• (The Ghost Rider)

• When Johnny Blaze (22) found out that his father, Barton, was dying of cancer, he was embarrassed for planning to skip the Quentin Carnival, refusing to attend the shows with his father.

• One night, a strange man approached Johnny and offered him to sell his soul in exchange for Barton's health. Skeptical, Johnny accepted, and the next morning Barton was cured of cancer and gave Johnny his favorite motorcycle and let him go away with his beloved Roxanne.

• Despite the agreement, Barton would die almost instantly afterwards while attempting to set a new world record with a 22-car jump. About to leave Carnival, Johnny heard of his father's death and was devastated and went after the man he made the deal with and discovered that he was a demon, Mephisto.

• That same night, Johnny transformed into Ghost Rider and almost lost his soul to Mephisto, were it not for Roxanne's timely intervention proclaiming her love for him and temporarily driving Mephisto away through her purity of feelings.

• Realizing he could never free himself from his curse, he abandoned the Carnival where he grew up, taking Roxanne with him. The two would continue traveling the West seeking to escape Mephisto and remain safe.

• As he grew up, Kevin Brashear (16) fell in love with his father's work, Blue Marvel, and became his partner in Adam's countless adventures over the years.

• Stark Industries designs the Helicarrier designs for SHIELD.

• After months of work Henry Pym finally discovered what he called Pym Particles, which at the time he distilled into a chemical formula that, when exposed to the skin, caused objects to shrink in size, and a specially made antidote could restore them to normal.

• After successfully shrinking a chair, Pym presented his discovery to the Scientific Research and Development Committee.

• By displaying the shrunken chair, Pym's ideas were ridiculed, and when he accidentally mentioned a possible military application for his formula, the humanitarian committee rejected his grant.

• Leaving the committee, he met with Dr. Vernon Van Dyne, who wanted to obtain funding for his own invention, a gamma ray beam that he believes would allow him to contact worlds other than Earth's solar system.

• Normally accompanying her father to scientific meetings, Janet Van Dyne (20) met up with Pym.

• Expressing her attraction to the young man, she invited him to dinner when they first met and he quickly declined, saying he already had someone he was interested in.

1987 -

• (EVENT Iron Man - Incomplete)

• (February)

• While in the Middle East for a field test of a prototype weapon, Tony Stark (23) was kidnapped by the terrorist faction known as the Ten Rings and was seriously injured.

• Faced with imminent death and desperate to survive, Tony found the inspiration he needed to create the miniaturized arc reactor to power an electromagnet that held shrapnel from his heart.

• However, the arc reactor had another purpose - it would power Tony's escape plan and revolutionize modern weaponry.

• After coming of age, Angelo Unuscione (18) moved to North America and legally changed his name to Gunther Bain. He used his ability to create a virtually impenetrable force field to launch a career as a flamboyant and invincible costumed fighter known by the stage name Unus the Untouchable.

• Upon completion, Natalia Romanoff (25) was injected with the "Soviet Spider-Soldier Serum." Survival was not guaranteed, but she proved capable of handling it.

• Transformed into Black Widow, Natalia joined the service as an assassin, seductress, spy and saboteur. She often worked alone, but also carried out missions with other Black Widows and the Winter Soldier, with whom she began a secret relationship.

• (X-Men - Iceman)

• May 5 - Bobby Drake's powers manifested again during his 10th birthday. He accidentally froze his pool while his parents were cooking burgers; when they returned to the yard, they found their son skating on the frozen water.

• William and Madeline immediately knew that their son was something different than they thought, something more like the superhumans appearing on TV lately. Concerned for his safety, they told Bobby to be careful with his powers because others would fear them.

• Bobby, on the other hand, found the idea of being a "superhero" very exciting. After this accident he began to train his powers in secret and little by little he learned how to cover his body with snow.

• (June)

• Tony Stark returns to the United States.

• After Iron Man's debut, Clint Barton (21) decided to become a vigilante, using his archery skills to fight crime.

• Just a few months after his debut as "Hawkeye" Clint Barton was handpicked by SHIELD director Colonel Nick Fury for his skills, becoming one of SHIELD's most skilled agents, where he served alongside Agent Mockingbird, Barbara Morse (23).

1988 -

• (February)

• Warren Worthington III (12) was enrolled at St. Joe's Catholic School. There he continued to excel in sports, breaking the high jump record.

• Despite being a promising and intelligent student at the age of fourteen, Henry McCoy's mutation made him a target for bullies; even teachers often ignored him.

• One day, when he was being harassed by some of his classmates, Henry was pushed into traffic. He was saved from a fatal accident thanks to his agility. Upon witnessing this, the coach of the local football team became determined to make Henry play for the school team.

• Henry became an instant star on the field, winning game after game and becoming a rising star.

• (EVENT - Ant Man)

• After many more tests, Henry Pym (25) decided to foolishly test the Pym Particles on himself, shrinking in size, despite protests from his girlfriend Maria Trovaya.

• He ended up being chased by a mouse and ran out of the house, where he stumbled upon an anthill. Fortunately he was found by Maria, who took him back into the house and helped him find the growth formula to restore himself to normal.

• To celebrate his victory in his project, Maria took him out to dinner.

• At the restaurant, the two were interrupted by Janet van Dyne, who was surprised to discover that Pym actually had someone in his life. Annoyed by Janet's presence, Henry tried to expel her, but changed his mind when he saw that she was accompanied by Janet's father.

• While Maria was upset about the interruption of her meeting, Pym invited the van Dynes to join them and explained his research, and although Vernon was unimpressed, Janet became even more enamored with Pym, which drew Maria's fury, who left the restaurant without speaking to Pym.

• Confused by the turn of events, Pym tried to talk to Maria, but she ignored him and went home. Embarrassed by her behavior, Janet tried to apologize as well but Pym left angrily.

• For the next few weeks, he did not hear from Maria and continued to study and learn how ants communicated.

• (May)

• Henry Pym then began designing a special communications helmet that allowed him to communicate with ants, as well as a suit woven from Unstable Molecules that protected him from insect bites.

• Testing these new inventions, Pym found himself in danger when he frantically tried to find the proper frequency to make the ants obey his commands.

• An ant failed to fall under his control, and when it attacked, Henry was shocked to discover that although he had shrunk in size, he still retained his average strength that he had at normal height and was easily able to fight the ant.

• Trying to get closer to Henry, Janet offered to finance his research, which made her closer to the scientist, much to Maria Trovaya's anger. Henry, on the other hand, felt a genuine friendship with the young woman and amused her with all his latest ant discoveries.

• Henry first became Ant-Man for the purpose of fighting crime, when he took a government position trying to develop a way to make people immune to radioactivity. The notes on this formula were the target of a group of spies who tied up Henry's colleagues.

• Unwilling to divulge any information, Pym was locked in an office until he was ready to speak. This allowed Henry to use his formula to decrease from size and, like Ant-Man, rescue his colleagues. Using his control helmet, he commanded an army of ants to help untie his fellow scientists and then attacked the spies.

• The spies panicked from all the insect bites and were soon incapacitated and tied up by scientists who had no idea how they broke free or what happened to their captors. Ant-Man silently escaped and returned to his normal size.

• After this, as Ant-Man, Pym established a connection with law enforcement in New York City and developed technology that allowed him to learn about ongoing crimes and police activities through a network of ants.

• (August 6, Saturday)

• (Summers' Incident)

• The Summers family was returning home from a family vacation in Christopher's old private plane.

• Scott (12), Alex (10) and Gabriel (6) were sleeping when the plane caught fire and began to fall. His mother woke them up and tied them to the same parachute, then pushed them out.

• Scott had trouble opening the parachute and they were already very close to the ground. He managed to protect his brothers from the fall, but ended up suffering a major impact, hitting his head on the ground and breaking his legs.

• Upon seeing Scott's injury and Gabriel's dispair, Alex ran to find help. After telling police about the incident and Scott receiving medical help, Alex and Gabriel taken in by different foster families, separated from their older brother.

• The head injury damaged the part of Scott's brain that would allow him to control his optic blasts. When he woke up in the hospital, he felt extreme sensitivity to light and intense pain in his eyes.

• (August 11, Wednesday)

• A few days later Scott still didn't know where his brother was and couldn't call his grandparents to let them know his situation.

• Enraged, he accidentally launched an optical blast that destroyed several floors and the hospital's roof. Soon afterwards he fell into a coma.

• Alex Summers was placed in the care of Andrew and Joanna Blanding, being raised alongside their daughter Haley. Alex was pressured to act as a replacement for Todd, the couple's son who had died years ago, which he tried to do as best he could.

• For a long time, he was frustrated because no one had information about his parents or siblings, and he could not communicate with his grandparents, often failing to remember where they lived.

• After a few years, Alex and Gabriel grew up and gradually both of them forgot about their old life, becoming unaware of the existence of their own powers.

• Charles Xavier (50) and Moira MacTaggert heard about Scott Summers and visited him in hospital, hoping he would wake up one day so they could take him to Graymalkin Manor.

• (August 20, Saturday)

• While on leave from the United States Marine Corps, Frank Castle (32) met a woman named Maria, with whom he instantly fell in love.

• (September 1, Thursday)

• (EVENT Ant-Man and Wasp)

• By this time, Henry Pym was developing a way to graft a wasp's wings and antenna onto a human body, which would protrude from their bodies once shrunk by Pym Particles

• When Dr. Vernon Van Dyne perfected a gamma-ray beam device, there was an accident in his laboratory. A fire broke out, causing an explosion that collapsed the entire building beneath Vernon.

• Although the authorities warned Janet that it was an accident, she was not completely convinced and called Henry Pym for help. As Ant-Man, Pym investigated the murder and was surprised by Van Dyne's bravery in wanting to avenge his father when they discovered that Vernon had in fact been murdered.

• Pym and Maria became closer to Janet during her time of mourning, as they continued to deal with crime on the streets.

• Deciding to reveal his secret identity to Van Dyne, Henry developed a suit with synthetic wings and antennae and began experimenting directly on Janet, exposing her to Pym particles and teaching her how to use the Wasp suit.

• (October 11, Tuesday)

• As a crime-fighting duo, Ant-Man and the Wasp have fought many villains. The Wasp, with her smart and cheerful attitude, proved crucially beneficial to Ant-Man's career, as she displayed masterful competence as a superhero.

• Additionally, in between their adventures, Janet constantly expressed her desire to become romantically involved with Pym, but continued to be rejected because he was still in love with Maria.

• With a growing reputation as a charismatic celebrity, the Wasp also frequently entertained fans, hospital patients, and even Henry Pym and Maria Trovaya, telling them various fantasy stories

• (November)

• Three months after they met, Maria informed Frank Castle that she was pregnant, offering him the chance to leave as she was willing to raise the child alone, only for Castle to propose to her, resulting in their marriage. Months later their first daughter, Lisa, was born.

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