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Platonic Yandere Spider-man/Miguel O'Hara with a Mami!Spider!Reader

Plot Summery: Platonic Miguel O'hara with a spider-person that's like Mami from Madoka Magica (the TV series mainly) This Contains: ‼️MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE MADOKA MAGICA TV SERIES & ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE‼️ Major character deaths (reader death/character death), angst, yandere themes, violence. Not proofread. Note(s): Although the show focuses around magical girls, this is meant to GN!! I just loved the movies (watched them both for the first time) and had to write about it!

Miguel would be a very protective and controlling yandere. He's afraid something will happen to you, as it has many times before. You're not sure when it happened, but Miguel grew extremely attached to you. Perhaps you've been with him for an incredibly long time, or maybe your kind and friendly yet brave facade have warmed his walled heart. Either way, Miguel has become very overprotective. He refuses to let anything happen to you.

That said, your skills, magical abilities, strategic mindset, and leadership skills make you one of his best. So oftentimes, but reluctantly, he'll send you off on missions to ensure the steady flow of Canon Events in different universes, as well as other tasks. You're extremely efficient in your role, and while it does sadden you to watch it happen, you trust Miguel's judgement. He doesn't put you on missions he knows you won't be able to handle, and you're almost always guaranteed to not to encounter any other magical girls/boys on your missions.

Miguel knows you need Grief Seeds to cleanse your Soul Gem after using your magic, but that doesn't change the fact he hates when you go off to go hunt down witches. It terrifies him actually. He knows you're more then capable, but that doesn't erase the fear, so he'll oftentimes either accompany you or have someone go with you just to be safe. He will also pester you to use your Grief Seed when you need it, and probably hordes a bunch just in case.

Miguel knows about witches, how they're really magical girls/boys who had their gems corrupted. How they're just used and discarded by the incubators. And he knows how fragile your mind is. So for that, he makes sure to control the information that gets fed to you. 

Miguel despises Kyubey and has tried, and failed at, getting rid of him. Not only does he know that Kyubey is using you, but he's jealous that you're so attentive and kind to it. How you care about it like a close friend. If only you knew, but Miguel won't ever dare to tell you the truth of Kyubey. He just tries to keep you away from him as much as he can.

The only peace he ever has is when you're enjoying a wonderful teatime together, preferably (almost strictly) when it's just you and him. The delicious tea, desserts, and your pleasantness is a fresh breath of air for Miguel every time. It's the only time that he's ever felt so… at peace. So content in this little bubble you both share. For just a moment, he can forget the ripping multiverse.

It's moments like these that make everything he's doing and has done worth it. You're a lonely person, so having a constant like Miguel in your life is absolutely welcomed. Miguel is also a lonely man, even if he doesn't say it aloud. You're both alone, but you have each other. And for Miguel, that's absolutely perfect.

Miguel really loves you. He absolutely does, although it can be hard at times for him to express it. Just know he loves you so much. And hopefully nothing happens to you, because Miguel wouldn't be able to handle it.

Angst Below Cut

If you do end up meeting your tragic end, however. Miguel is broken even more. He worked so hard to make sure you were happy, safe, and that your Soul Gem was clean. He did so much, but it wasn't enough to save you.

If you died, it's likely the shock at meeting a witch who actually counters you is too much of a shock for you to act in time. If Miguel is with you during this, then no doubt his instincts kick in before yours does. But it's too late, your head is in the jaw of the witch, your Soul Gem is shattered, and your body is devoured. The look of devastation on his face is heartbreaking, but it is quickly replaced with a need for revenge. He's not thinking clearly when he goes to attack the witch. All he wants is blood. And he will get it.

If you eventually learn the truth about magical girls/boys, how they're destined to be witches, and how Miguel had been withholding that knowledge to you, you break. And you go on a rampage, killing countless spider-men/women in your path in effort to save the innocent, having lost your mind to insanity. Miguel tries to calm you down, tries to reason with you, but it's no use. You're not listening, and worse yet you're trying to kill him too.it doesn't help that, while your mind is fracture, you're still a strategist. If Miguel is forced to kill you, he would never forgive himself. He'll never forget crushing your Soul Gem in his hands, and watching as your body went absolutely limp. He feels disgusted in himself.

If you become a witch, Miguel can't bring himself to kill you. He can't do it, so he locks you up in one of his cages instead. A part of him knows that you're not there anymore, that you're just a monster now. But the rest of him either denies this reality, choosing to instead believe you're still ib there, or simply can't bring itself to finish you off. He watches as your witch form behaves in such a similar kind and inviting manner, although he knows the wickedness behind its welcoming ribboney arms. It hurts.

In either of these scenarios, Miguel doesn't get a happy ending. Either situation just scars him badly, makes him colder, more irrational in his anger. He'll never be the same, not without his baby.

Loki: Am I gone too far?

Y/n: No, no, no, no. You went too ar about seven hours ago. Now you're going to prison.

Y/n: You three explain this now.

Sylvie: it was loki.

Mobius: it was loki.

Hunter B-15: it was loki.

Loki: it was loki--Wait

Dean: Y/n I need to tell you something--

Y/n: if you are going to say that you are in love with Cass and you are breaking up with me. That's fine infact my ship sailed.

Dean: I was going to say, "Be safe" but WHAT THE FUCK

Jack: [t-posing in hallway] Good morning, parental figure.

Dean: [not looking up from his beauty busty Asian magazine] Good morning, problematic child.

Hehehe ☺️

Could you do a Chris Evans x reader where reader is a famous actress in the MCU and they’re best friends and they’re in love with each other but neither one knows and reader has to stay at Chris’ cause of the weather for a few days and it’s all angsty and eventual fluff

After All This Time

A/N: I’m so sorry this request took so long to do, I had no idea how to do this but I finally had a breakthrough with it and was able to do it the way you requested. I hope you enjoy it!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Word Count: 3,040

Warnings: angst, cheating boyfriend, language, fluff  

Chris Evans is by far, the greatest person in your life. You met him a couple of years ago when you were cast in an Avengers movie. Ever since then, you two have been inseparable. You were his best friend on and off screen, and he was yours. The chemistry between you two was undeniable, everyone saw it. You were always spotted in public together. Whether it was eating at a restaurant or going to theme parks.  The way you were with each other, you could easily be mistaken for a couple. Most of the time you were paired up together during press releases, and there was always a question that came up about your friendship.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have some sort of romantic feelings for him, of course you did. And it would be also be a lie if he said he didn’t have feelings for you, too. You had been there for each other through everything. No matter how many times you were told “Just go for it. You both are obviously in love with each other. You always have been. What do you have to lose?”, neither of you ever did anything about your feelings, afraid the other person didn’t feel the same way. It was your biggest fear. Losing Chris terrified you in every way. 

There had been a period of a couple months when Chris had been dating someone, and she immediately did not want you around. Chris hadn’t noticed her controlling his relationship with you until he realized one night that he hadn’t had an actual conversation with you in 2 months. He broke up with her instantly and flew to go see you and apologized for being such an ass and letting some chick come in between your friendship. 

The couple of boyfriends you have had since knowing Chris had problems with him instantly. They never liked the fact that he was always around or how you always talked about him. No matter how many times you said “He’s my best friend”, they never accepted it. You always ended the relationship the minute he asked you to stop talking to Chris, but Chris never knew that. You know how guilty he’d feel if he knew he was basically the reason your relationships always ended. You always just said that you were too different or that it just didn’t work out. 

Chris was always there for you for every breakup. No matter where he was or what he was doing, you always managed to spend a couple of days with him. You watched trashy comedies and ate too much junk food on his couch for a couple days and spent every waking moment with him. 

This breakup had been particularly rough. You had met the one guy who never had a problem with your friendship. Josh was very supportive of you having someone in your corner and loved how well he treated you. Chris always respected the boundaries and never pushed his limits, so there was no issue. Chris hit it off with him, too. They got along really well and always seemed to have a good time whenever they were around each other. You loved seeing your boyfriend and best friend together. 

After a year of dating Josh you surprised him at work for your 1 year anniversary with some lunch. You went up to his office and knocked on the door before opening it and once you saw him making out with his half dressed coworker on his desk. Without saying anything you dropped everything in your hands and ran out the building, ignoring the pleads from Josh. You immediately got in your car and called Chris. 

“Y/N! How did the anniversary surprise go?” His voice rang through the phone. A sob left your mouth as you rested your forehead against your steering wheel, tears flowing.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Chris’ voice laced with concern. 

“H-he’s cheating on m-me! W-with some g-girl from w-work!” You continued sobbing with the phone pressed against your ear. 

“Oh, Y/N. I’m so sorry. Did he tell you that he was or did you find something?” He asked. You took a few deep breaths to try and calm down before you continued.

“I went to his office and when I opened the door he was making out with his coworker. Half her clothes gone and his tongue down her throat.” You said, tears still freely falling. 

“What a fucking asshole. He’s lucky that I can’t go over there and rip him to shreds.” Chris spat. “Do you need me to go back? I can probably find a flight back tonight. I don’t want you to be alone.” He said calmly. You could hear him tapping on his computer, probably looking for flights back to LA. He was currently in Boston for a couple weeks in between filming. 

“I was thinking maybe I can fly out to you? I don’t want to be here, Josh knows where I go when I’m upset and I don’t want to deal with him right now. Plus I heard Boston is pretty nice this time of year. I’m tired of this 80 degree weather in January business.” You chuckled a little. You leaned back in your seat and closed your eyes. 

“I think that’s a great idea. My mom has been telling me nonstop how much she wants you to fly out here and see everyone again. I’ll book a flight for you. I’ll be at the airport to pick you up, okay?” He said. 

“Thank you, Chris. I don’t know what I would do without you.” You sighed. 

~

You’ve been in Boston with Chris for the past couple of days trying to come to terms with the fact that your relationship with Josh is over. You talked to him on the phone after not answering his dozens of calls and messages and decided that the relationship could never recover from what happened and you were better off not being with him anymore. 

Chris sat next to you on his couch as you hung up the phone, wrapping his arms around you as sobs left your mouth. After the 3 days or so, although you were still sad, you had started to become angry and frustrated. 

“I thought I had finally found a good one. I really did. I thought we were going to be in it for the long run.” You sighed, running your hand across Dodger’s soft fur. He had his head on your lap, almost like he could sense you needed to be comforted and loved. “We talked about moving in together and getting married and starting a family. At this point I might as well just settle for being a crazy catlady and give up on finding someone to settle down with. I’m almost 30 for fucksake.” You scoffed. 

“You’re going to find someone Y/N. I have no doubt that your perfect guy is out there somewhere.” He smiled slightly at you. It hurt him more than anything seeing you so upset, he wanted nothing more than to see you happy. Josh made you happy, but you seemed to always have hesitations in your relationship with him. 

Although you had talked about your future with Josh, there was something holding you back from fulfilling those hopes and dreams with him. Something inside of you always held back from moving forward with Josh. He had asked you to move in with him right before your anniversary, but you told him you weren’t ready for that and told him to bring it up before the end of the year. 

He had asked you about getting married and the possibility of him proposing to you, but you dismissed it and avoided any further questions about it. You always feared that as soon as you started to settle down that Chris would suddenly realize that he had feelings for you and would confess it, and you couldn’t do anything about it. It was silly. You felt like it was your fault that Josh cheated on you. Maybe he was tired of waiting for you. 

You sat there in your thoughts for a while, absentmindedly petting Dodger. You looked over at Chris and saw his gaze focused on the TV in front of you. You had your legs tossed over his thighs, your back against the side of the couch, Dodger tucked between your legs and the back of the couch. 

Chris had his hands resting on your legs, one by your knee and another by your ankle. You were both under respective blankets, shielding yourself from the cold. It seemed so domestic to you. You had always done this sort of thing with Josh but it just never felt right. You never felt like you were at home whenever you were with him. 

“I should probably get some sleep. I’ve got a long day of traveling tomorrow.” You sighed deeply, sliding your legs off of his and moving the blanket from your body. You stood up from your spot on the couch and stretched your muscles a bit. Chris stood up with you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his waist put your head against his chest. 

“You’re going to get that family, Y/N. You’ll settle down with the perfect guy and have everything you’ve ever wanted. I’m sorry Josh is such an asshole and didn’t realize what he was losing. You deserve so much better than that piece of shit and you’re going to get it. I have no doubt.” He said to you. You teared up a little bit at his words and just stood there in his embrace. 

Your heart was telling you to scream to him right there and then how much you love him and that he’s the perfect guy and you want to be with him for the rest of your life. But your brain reminded you of the consequences of telling him how you feel if he didn’t feel the same way. You internal conflict brewed within you and before you could do anything, you pulled away from his warm embrace and walked up the stairs to the guest room. 

~ 

You woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee filling your nose. Your eyes fluttered open as you rolled over to check the time. It was a little after 9am, and you had to be at the airport in a couple hours. You sat there for a few minutes before peeling the covers off your body getting out of bed. You shuttered at the cold tile against your feet as you walked towards to kitchen, the smell of coffee getting stronger. 

As you entered the kitchen you saw Chris leaned against the counter with a mug in one hand, his phone in the other. You admired how effortlessly handsome he was. He was wearing a t-shirt with some sweatpants, his hair disheveled and a tired expression painting his face. 

He noticed you come in and shot you a small smile and immediately grabbed another mug and started making you coffee. You graciously accepted the warm cup and started to drink it, hoping it would take away some of your exhaustion. 

“How did you sleep?” He asked quietly. 

“Not too well. I’m kinda anxious about going back to LA.” You replied. 

“You don’t have to go back yet, you’re more than welcome to stay here longer. Dodger and I love the company.” He shot you a sympathetic smile. 

“I think it’s time for me to go back and face everything. I can’t avoid it forever. I need to clean out my apartment of everything that reminds me of him and start fresh. Maybe it’ll help me feel better.” You sighed. “Or maybe I’ll go crazy and wreck the place and never go back. Who knows?” 

Chris chuckled and continued to sip his coffee. You stood there in a comfortable silence for a while, finishing your cup and scrolling through your phones. After about 15 minutes you went back to your room to get some of your stuff together before you needed to leave for the airport. 

You were seriously contemplating staying with Chris for a couple more days, dreading the moment you have to walk back into your apartment. As you were packing your things Chris walked into the room and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“So there’s a massive snow storm coming and the airport is cancelling all flights out of Boston until further notice. Roads are going to be shut down by tomorrow. We’re expecting more than 5 feet of snow. Looks like your staying longer after all.” Chris said, looking at his phone. You let out a sigh of relief and collapsed on the bed. 

“Guess you’re happy about it, huh?” He questioned. He moved your suitcase off the bed and laid on the bed next to you. You were both on your backs, you were staring at the ceiling and you could feel Chris looking at you. 

“I didn’t really want to go back, it’ll just make everything real.” You sighed. You don’t ever want to go back. Being here with Chris brings you so much happiness, even if you’re here because of terrible circumstances. 

“You don’t have to go back if you don’t want to. I’m here for a couple more weeks and then we’re supposed to be back on set in Atlanta. You can stay until then and we can leave from here.” You looked over at him with hope in your eyes. 

“Seriously? I know you’re here to spend time with your family I don’t want to take you away from that.” You said, looking over at him. You could see something in his eyes. They seemed to be sparkling, you couldn’t understand why. 

“Y/N, it doesn’t matter where I am, there’s always a spot for you where I am. You can stay with me for as long as you want.” He said, looking you in the eyes. The corners of your mouth tugged up in a smile. 

There was something about the moment that made your heart beat faster and the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. Every nerve in your body was telling you to tell him how much you love him, how badly you want to be with him. You wanted a forever with him. Every dream you had about your future involved him and there was nothing that could change that. 

“Chris, can I tell you something? I just feel like I need to get something off my chest and it may work out in my favor, but it may not. I just can’t keep it in anymore.” You began. He nodded slightly and you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. 

“I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment we met. You are my everything and I don’t want to live without you by my side. You make me feel things that I have never felt for anything, not Josh not anyone I’ve ever been with. You are it for me. You are my endgame. Anything I ever do in my life, I want to do it with you.” You proclaimed. His breath hitched in the back of his throat after the first 3 words. His eyes scanned your face for any signs that you were joking, or just messing with him. All he saw was the way you looked at him with such love and admiration. He couldn’t seem to find the words to say. 

He brought his hand up to your face and brushed a piece of your Y/H/C out of your face before cupping your cheek. Your breath hitched in your throat at his intimate gestures and continued to scan his face. 

The next thing you knew he brought your body on top of his and pulled your face down and planted the most loving kiss you have ever received onto your lips. You placed your hands on either side of his face, deepening the kiss, craving more. His hands moved to your waist, pulling your bodies closer together. 

“So I’m guessing you feel the same way?” You whispered as you pulled back, Chris whining at the loss of contact. 

“I can’t even begin to explain the way I feel about you, but I hope that kiss is a good place to start.” He breathed. You smiled down at him and pressed your lips against his once again. Every single nerve in your body was on fire. You couldn’t begin to explain the way you felt. After a few minutes you pulled back and rolled off of Chris’ body and laid next to him. Your head in the crook of his neck and your hand going up to his face. 

“I am utterly and absolutely crazy for you, Chris Evans.” You purred, snuggling up closer to his body. 

“And I am utterly and absolutely crazy for you, Y/N Y/L/N.” He gushed. He wrapped his arms around your body, bringing you as close as he possibly can, not wanting to ever let you go. “So since this is a forever thing, should we talk about baby names?” He said in a serious voice. You looked up at his and your Y/E/C eyes met his piercing blue ones. 

“Baby, love you more than anything in this world. But if you are thinking we’re naming our son Tom or Brady… you’ve got another thing coming, Evans.” You chuckled. He dramatically sighed and looked you dead in the eyes. 

“And to think, I was going to buy you your dream house and help you fill it with kids. I just can’t believe you won’t let me name just one of those kids Brady.” He said shaking his head. You lightly smacked his chest before breaking out into a fit of giggles. 

“You’re gonna buy me my dream house? What about WE buy OUR dream house?” You grinned. He grabbed one of your hands and brought it up to his lips before a smiled graced his perfect face.

And that’s exactly what you did. 

Youngblood Series

Hello Lovelies !!

I am currently working a collection of reader-insert one shots inspired by marvel men. All of them are based off of the Youngblood album by 5sos.

The album contains 16 songs, and when I reach 8 one shots I'll make the masterlist. If anyone wants to proofread for me, shoot me message!

- H

I think its a darn shame there's not more oc/persona x canon characters so send me of your oc/persona (preferably a photo,picrew,drawing,ect but descriptions are fine) and a marvel character you ship yourself/them with 😩

Keep your head up soldier

Bucky Barnes x reader

Yn ran through the helicarriers dodging metal panels as they fell. S.H.I.L.D was crumbling down on her right and airplanes were falling down on her left. Yn's throat burned and one of her legs had a gash from wich blood was flowing.

"the chip its in the the second helicarrier" called steve throught the mic Yn had in her ear" the last one is up to you Yn"

" yeah I know captain Spangles" panted Yn, even if she was a super soldier she was exhausted. She gave a low grunt as the pain in her leg increased.

"Yn you ok?" asked Sam from the other line.

"Yeah, im fine. as Cap says I can do this all day" yn joked through the pain.

She kept running to the server. she smirked and stopped before it.

"ok Im here" she informed the others.

'OK change the server blades and get out of there" said Natasha.

"yeah, coming" just before she could insert the chip something swushed by her ear. she turned just in time to dodge it.

Then she saw him. Bucky, well Winter actually stood there looking at her through a death glare. Yn saw the cold look in his eyes she had learned to recognize in the past 50 years.

"winter?" she gasped.

"what? yn insert the chip and get out of there" Steve told her.

"yeah that wont be so easy" Yn answered him " winters here"

Winter stood there staring at her waiting for her to do a move.

"Winter hey its me" YN repeated softly the words she had told him so many times in hydra years ago." remember? Its me winter. you have to let me do this or lots of people are going to die."

Winter stared at her, a glint of recognition flashed in his gray eyes but then vanished as soon as it appeared. then he walked toward her. Yn eyes widened and turned around inserting the code, but something grasped her shoulder and threw her back.

yn landed with a grunt in the metal floor the chip falling to the glass floor below. yn pulled herself up with her good leg before Winter got to her. She pulled a dagger out and He pulled ot a gun instantly traying to shoot her. Yn dodged barely dodged them. in that moment she was glad that hydra had trained them both together and that she knew his every move. Once she was close enough to him she grabbed his arm and made him throw the gun down. " God Buck please stop I dont want to fight you" she pleaded him looking into his eyes.

"you're my mission" he grunted out and throwed a punch at her " and my name is not Buck"

yn blocked his every move till she saw he wasent going to give up. She gave him a hard kick in the stomach wich sent him flaying backward and hit the realing. Yn quickly pulled one of the chips out and put it in her belt. she glaced at winter and saw him standing up"shit, shit, shit" she muttured.

"Yn what on earth is going on?" asked Steve, yn could hear him panting and grunting as he faught his way out of the helicarrier.

"Bucks here and he wants to kill me" yn gave a little scream as she blocked Buckys hit " yeah he really want to kill me" yn pushed Winter away and ran toward the railing. she could see the chip below and jumped slaiding down. She gave a small cry as a bullet pierced her leg. She looked up to see Winter whith his gun pointed at her.

"im so sorry" she apologized after she trew the knife she had in her hand and into his shoulder. she limped toward the chip and took it. she was losing blood. too much blood, her head felt a little fussy and she shook her head trying to get rid of it. she hearda thnd behind her and saw Winter behind her. "for goodness sake, stop winter, please, I dont want to hurt you" But he didnt stop but kept trying to either fire at her or stab her.

"Yn were runing out of time"she heard Nat mutter.

Yn then took the gun from Winters hands and hit him in the head with it. she didnt want to hurt him, she knew what it was like to be doing something against your will. hadent they gone to issions like this together?

Winter fell to his knees and yn took the opportunity to limp up to the server. But winter wasent one to be astounded so easily. He was behind her and took the chip from her. Yn then punched him and threw him to the floor. he tried to stand up but yn lockedher arms around his neck, cutting of his airway. he started to fight and tear her arms from is neck, but Yn locked her good leg around his metal arm pinning it to the ground. She grunted in pain as he fell into her wounded leg. Black spotts appeared before her eyes. but she was used to it. Used to the pain. She kept a firm grip till she felt him go limp.

She let him go and took the chip. she gritted her lips together as she climed up to the server. a shot was heard and Yn felt a familiar pain in her arm" Goodness really?" she grunted. but she kept climbing.

"30 seconds Yn" Natacha said in the mic

Yn struggled up and limped toward the server. She was taking the chip in when she gasped and fell. she looked down at her abdomen and saw her suit had a hole and blood was oozing from it." he shot me again" yn muttered"what the hell had they done to her soldier.

"firing three..." a man said and yn realized she had to finish what she started.

"ok Yn, you can do this" she muttured and pushed herself up once again.

"two..."

Yn leaned against the computer and reached her hand out with the chip in it.

"one"

she put the chip in. she crumbled down into the floor with pain "I really need some vacations" she grunted with some humor.

"Good job yn" she hear cap say.

"ok Yn get out of there" agent hills said.

Yn looked around her. there was no way out, she was tired, losing too much blood.

"fire now Maria" yn said tiredly.

"but yn..."

'Maria do it now!!!" she commanded " do it now!" yn brough herself up leaning in the railing. she heard maria give a small sight and then shots. the halicarriers were destroying each other. they had done it. now no innocent person had to die.

Pieces of metal were falling. the ship shook. yn gasped and held on to the railing. she looked down and saw winter. pinned down by a metal columne. he looked to be in pain, and Yn couldent bare it. he may have tried to harm her but it wasent his fault, it was hydras. so she climed down, holding the wound in her stomach. she could hear explotions all around her, and somehow there was something beautiful about it.

she reached Buck and saw his scared face and gave him a pained smile "hey winter, im going to help you kay?" she aproched him and lifted the column whith all her strenght, it only lifted slightly but it was enough for him to get out. she let it fall down with a tun and leaned slightly on it catching her breath. this was defenitly not one of her best days.

Yn saw winter in his knees catching his breath, she knew he wasent going to stop. "winter, its me Yn, remember?" she called softly.

"i dont know you!!!" he screamed and threw a punch into her face.

Yn fell backwards " not the face, not the face" She grunted as she felf her nose break.

She pulled herself up "BUck, youve known me for years" she pleaded.

he was gasping as if he wanted to remember but couldent, somehow he knew hurting her was wrong,but the winter soldier in him was set on killing her, she was his mission.

He threw another punch at her and she fell to the ground.

yn looked up to him eyes full of tears "Bucky stop, please. you want to kill me go ahead, complete your mission. But you know you dont want to. Buck I need you to remember" He threw another punch

"shut up!!!"

"YOu kill me and you'll never forgive youself" yn gasped out she felt her cheek bruise over and her bttom lip bleed " your name is James Bunchan Barnes, you told me to call you bucky because it felt more like home" yn staggered to her feet and looked him in the eye " Im not going to fight you. You're my Bucks" yn said with a gentle smile" and I love you"

bucky gave a cry and pushed her pining her to the ground " youre my mission" he almost sobbed, and gave her a punch.

"ok then. but, Keep your head up soldier. remember I love you" Yn said softly. she waited for the next punch to come but it never did. Buck was staring down at her and she could see in his eyes he remembered her.

the helicarrier they were in crashed against another ship bringing the glass Yn was laying in to crack and she fell.

for a moment she simply gasped and knew she was going to her certain death. a ship exploded and she gave a slight smile at the beauty of it. at least he remembered her.

she fell into the cold water.

"one day we're going to get away from here, I promise"

yn layed her head in Buckys chest. they were in their cell. Hydra had put them in there because thay though they would tear each other apart. quiete the contrary. they had fallen in love. " and when we do, we're going to travel the whole world, just you and me" yn whispered back.

"and then when we are inparis Im going to propose to you" buck continued, saddness laced in his words.

It was like this. everytime one of them forgot, the other would remember.

"keep your head up soldier, one day we are going to get away from her" yn said with hope.

Yn woke up in a hopital bed. she heard an ald song playing. her mind was fussy and she looked at her sourrandings. when she saw steve sitting in a corner reading a book she smiled .

"sup captain spangels" she joked though her voice was raspy and her body ached.

"he pulled you out" Steve said softly

"of course he did, Im the love of his life" yn said with a slight smile though her tears glozed over.

Steve frowned " you told me you both were trained together"

"well, not even hydra can stand in the way of true love"

Steve chuckled

"its over isn't it?" yn asked him

"yeah" steve answered nodding.

"where is he? wheres Buck?" she asked even though she knew the answer.

"he wasent there when we went to get you" steve said quietly "youre going to search for him arent you?"

Yn layed back into the pillows and closed her eyes "of course I am, Im finding my soldier.

Here it is my marvel imagine. what do you guys think?

request are open:)

lock, stock, and barrel

summary: your dog locks you out of your car. the locksmith who shows up to let her out? is kinda hot 

pairings: scott lang x reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: you have a big dumbass dog (but a cute dumbass) and your dad is your wingman (and if you dont have a dad im ur dad now have you taken your meds today? wanna go fishing?)

a/n: this is based off of a tiktok i found, which you can watch here (x) nobody requested this but i love scott so much. big love. 

A van pulls up to the house, and parks in front of the driveway. It’s repurposed, definitely, with the words “X-Con Security Consultants” lovingly (read: clumsily) painted (read: scrawled) onto the side. 

“That’s Hank Pym’s kid,” your father says to your mother, and she scoffs.

“No he’s not, he's the intern boy,” she argues, but you don’t care who’s son he is or if he’s interning. He’s beautiful. He has a wide smile on his face as he makes his way from his sketchy van with a bag of tools in hand.

“Scott!” Your father greets, leaving your mother to grumble amongst herself about the man’s origins.

“Hey! Morning, sir!” Scott calls back, and your father gives him a firm handshake. Your father doesn’t notice the pain in Scott’s eyes when he does this, but you do, and you like him immediately for it.

Your father leads the conversation as he guides him over to your car, you shamefully stand by the passenger side, treats and toys in hand. You come around to greet them both.

“—it’s good for extra cash since our expertise is locks and security,” Scott finishes, and your dad listens with intense curiosity.

“Tell Pym I said hi,” he says, before noticing you.

“Ah, Scott, here’s the culprit,” he says, leading him over to you.

“Technically, Delilah is the culprit, dad,” you complain, and he scoffs a little.

“Who locked her in there?” he says playfully, and you gasp.

“She did!” you say, laughing, and there are smiles all around.

“Hi,” you say, introducing yourself, and Scott holds out a hand for you.

“I’m Scott,” he says, and you notice his hands are firm and soft, “I’m here to save your dog. And also your car.”

You smirk, “Thank you.”

You notice he smiles a lot, which is not something you mind. He places a small work bag down on the ground near your driver’s side. He bends his neck at awkward angles to try and make out where your buttons are through your tinted windows.

“Tell him what happened,” your dad encourages, crossing his arms with an ‘I told you so’ look on his face, though it doesn’t apply to this situation.

“I put her in my car to take her on a ride, and I was walking around the other side to get in, and she hit the lock button,” you say sheepishly, staring at Delilah.

Your father laughs and shakes his head, telling you to call him if you needed anything, returning inside to catch the rest of the baseball game for a team he couldn’t care less about.

“It happens to the best of us. She’s really cute,” he says encouragingly, and you smile, because she’s not the only cute one in your general vicinity.

“Hi Delilah!” He coos, and she barks at him.

“Delilah, no,” your mother scolds, and she stares at you from the passenger seat with her tongue out.

“Well, I see how it is,” he mutters, and you laugh. He looks back at you when you do and you notice the light on his hair and how he squints just a little bit when he smiles. He turns back to your car, and works a car door wedge into the window of the driver’s side door. His focus is intense. 

“Where you guys headed?” He asks, budging the wedge in and turning a crank on the side.

“We were just going on a ride. I kinda wanted to take her to get Starbucks, but now I’m not sure she deserves it,” you say, crossing your arms, knowing full well Delilah would get her puppuccino anyway.

“Aw, of course she does,” he says, looking at her panting at him through the glass.

“Isn’t that right, Delilah?” He says. She pays no attention to him. But it’s okay. You’re paying enough attention for the both of you.

“She has beautiful eyes,” he muses, and you hum in agreement.

“You have really nice eyes too,” you compliment accidentally, and you can feel the heat on your face as you try to play it off.

“Thank you,” he says, and you note his smile in the reflection of your car window as he falters with the wedge and the crank.

“Can I get you something to drink?” you say, and he stops. 

“Uh, sure,” he says. He kneels down in your driveway to look for something in the small bag of tools he brought with him.

“I think we have coke? And orange juice probably, unless you want like, a water or something,” you say, and he accepts the water offer.

You turn to leave, but your mom is already halfway in the house.

“I can go get it,” your mom says, throwing you a smile over her shoulder. 

You’re stuck in an awkward silence for a few minutes as he wiggles and pushes and tinkers with wires through your window. He pulls out a malleable wire and shoves it through the window wedge. You watch him work, with precise hands and concentration plastered on his face. But soon enough, with persistence and skill, Scott unlocks your car from the inside, carefully removes the car door wedge, and subsequently frees your poor pooch from her automated prison. 

He opens the door, and Delilah moves to the driver’s side to smell Scott. She jumps out of the car and starts sniffing around him, her leash hanging limply on the ground.

You retrieve it and let Delilah do her thing.

“Thank you so much,” you say, as he crouches down to say hello to your pup.

“Ah, it’s no problem,” he says, and begins speaking to Delilah in a baby voice, “especially when I meet cute puppies like you, yes I do, yes I do!”

Delilah is loving the attention, and she smiles as he pets her behind the ears. You give her butt a few taps and go to speak to Scott again, but your mom returns from the kitchen.

“I cut up some fruit for you guys,” she informs, like you two were best friends having a sleepover. She balances two cold bottles of water, and, sure enough, a plate of fruit she stole from a platter sitting in your fridge.

“Mom,” you whine a little, and your dad follows soon after, in pursuit of the fruit.

“I’m alright, ma’am. Thank you though.”

Your mom yells your dad’s name in the direction of the front door, clearly not seeing him behind her. He steals a chunk of fruit off the platter and complains, “I’m right here, woman,”

“Oh,” she says, laughing in your direction, before she informs him Scott had gotten Delilah out.

“Someone had to,” he grumbles, and he runs back inside to grab his wallet. 

You watch as Scott stands and grabs his bag, smiling at Delilah and turning to return the stuff to his van. Delilah decides to follow him.

“Delilah, please,” you beg, and she stops pulling on her leash, sitting like a good girl. You watch as he puts some things in his truck, fiddling with something in there, before you realize you’re staring. 

You open your driver’s side door, letting Delilah hop in that way instead, and climb in after her, bumping her off your seat. You stare at her intently. She smiles back, none the wiser. 

“You, are going to be the death of me,” you assure her, and you're startled by a knock at your window. 

You expect Scott, but it’s your dad. You roll down your window. 

“I asked specifically for Scott,” he assures, and smiles at you.

“Dad,” you groan, head thumping your headrest. You sigh.

“Don’t be weird,” you plead, and he scoffs.

“When have I ever been weird?” He asks, followed by, “Don’t answer that.”

You absentmindedly pet Delilah.

“You want his number?” he asks, credit card in hand. You turn in your seat to look at Scott. He’s walking around to the other side of his van for something. 

“Not from you!” you muse, and that’s all your dad has to hear, grinning in triumph. 

“Dad!” you whisper harshly, “Don’t be weird!”

“I won’t!” he says, mocking your raspy whisper. 

You watch in your rear-view mirror as your dad goes up to Scott and hands him his credit card. Some words are exchanged, and then your mother goes up to him too. You decide you can’t watch anymore, and you hide your face in Delilah’s fur. 

“Delilah, what are we gonna do?” you say, and her ears perk up, because in her mind, you two are going to Starbucks for puppuccinos. 

“Not that, Delilah. Scott is so cute,” you inform her. She already knows, her eyes tell you, and you look back over at them. 

Scott is smiling at your car. He sees your face, and he waves, causing your parents to look over at you. You blush, and wave back at him. Your dad sends you a signal, but you don’t know what it means, and your mom’s exaggerated wink is overkill. 

You sigh and check your phone. No alerts, alarms, or notifications to take your mind off of the situation. 

You hear Scott’s truck start up, and he pulls away as easily as he pulled in, and that’s that. Just another candle in the wind, a cute guy you’d never see again. But apparently, your parents had other plans.

Pulling out of the Starbucks drive-thru, you pull into a parking spot to let Delilah enjoy her cup of whipped cream. You take a sip of your icy beverage, and you hear your phone ding. Checking your notifications, you realize it’s from an unknown number, and your heart jumps thinking who it could be.

Opening your phone, Delilah whines in anticipation for the whipped cream in the Starbucks cup in the holder. 

“Hang on, ‘Lilah,” you say and you open your phone to read the message.

did delilah get her puppuccino?

You smile at the text, and move to take a picture while you let Delilah go to town on her treat. Your phone chimes again and you hold the cup with one hand, skillfully checking your messages with the other. 

it’s scott by the way. didn’t know if you could tell.

You text back Delilah’s picture. You could tell it was Scott. 

“Delilah,” you say, “thank you so much for locking my door. You’re such a good girl,”

She knows. She decides to accept her payment in puppuccinos from now on.

Yandere Namor Headcanon

an: I’ll work on requests I swear, I’ve just been obsessed with this man

tw: yandere themes, Black Panther: Wakanda Forever Spoilers, stalking, overprotective behaviour, kidnapping, captivity, ooc

•Namor, a child without love as he’d been cursed, did not have it within his heart to love another. His love lay with his people. That was until he happened upon you. An inquisitive human who was investigating the legend of K'uk'ulkan. At first, he’d planned to kill you as he did with all others that had come to find him ans Talokan. However, your intentions, unlike the others, was honourable. You only visited out of curiosity, and acted respectfully towards the land and the people of the village. Namor began to observe you. He watched you from afar as you continued to search for him, for any signs for him. He never let you catch on though.

•Frustrated by your fruitless efforts, you decided to leave in resignation. Despite hiding himself from you, Namor wasn’t prepared for you to go. He’d spent so much time watching you that he grew obsessed. He was completely enamoured with you, with your mannerisms, your habits, your laugh, your smile, everything about you. You were a pure being. The cruel surface world was undeserving of you. So, the day you were meant to leave, you visited the beach one last time as a sort of nostalgic end visit. That’s when you saw him, emerging out of the water. You stood there, stunned. Here before you was K'uk'ulkan in all his glory. And he was glorious. He must’ve been the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen. The silence between you two grew as you eyes raked him over, taking him in. Slowly, he moved towards you, then he uttered your name. That single utterance of your name caused your insides to double over, twisting and turning.

“K'uk'ulkan,” you whispered in awe, eyes widened. Smiling, he corrected you, “Namor. You’ve been searching for me.”

Still in awe, you nodded slowly. “You wish to see it, do you not? My home,” asked Namor, outstretching his hand in an unspoken offer. He was inviting you, a mere human, to see his home. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you cautiously took his hand. He pressed a mask to your face and before you could register what was happening, you were being pulled under the water.

•Namor took you to an underwater cave where you didn’t need a mask. This is where you’d be staying, he told you. You didn’t pay any thought towards his ominous tone, too absorbed with the mesmerizing beauty of the cave. Namor then showed you to a high-tech deep-sea diving suit. Once you were suited up, Namor showed you Talokan. The underwater city was ethereal. You marvelled at the sights and the people, all who received you warmly. Namor’s heart swelled watching you interact with his people as if they were your own, well they would be soon.

•You enjoyed your time at Talokan. All your needs and wants were met. You adored spending time with the people, especially the children. However, eventually, the novelty wore off and you grew homesick. You tried to bring it up with Namor but he would either change the course of the conversation or just blow you off entirely. This dodgy behaviour worked up your irritation until it finally spilled over.

“Namor!” you called out. Namor turned around, his face set in an adoring smile. “I need to talk to you.”

“What is it? Is there anything you need?” He asked sweetly.

“I want to leave, and don’t try changing the subject. I love it here in Talokan, but this isn’t my home. I have a home, a life back on the surface that I need to return too,” you said, pleadingly.

Something in Namor’s eyes changed, and he titled his head in confusion. Then, he laughed. “Darling, tell me, what did you expect to happen once you accepted my hand. Did you believe that Talokan has remained hidden for so long through allowing people free range?”

Your heart rate quickened, and you stuttered, trying to formulate a response. You hadn’t thought of the future consequences, lost in the thought of experiencing the myths you’d studied for so long first hand. Chuckling, Namor closed the distance between you two and cupped your face with his hands. “Worry not, beloved. Talokan shall offer you far more than the surface world ever could.”

Y/n: He died of natural causes

Steven: you pushed him off a roof

Y/n: Gravity is natural

Loki: it would be More unnatural if he survive

Y/n: right.

Safe…

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Pairing: Anyone x reader

Warning: Nightmare, Anxiety, Fears

Word Count: 740+

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Sweat fell from your body, panic took over your body, the air did not enter your lungs, you were motionless, and your brain did not respond to your pleas. You were imprisoned in the worst nightmare you could have had in many years. You didn't understand what they were saying, you just felt your fear and your anxiety grow making you hear buzzing. You tried to scream, but nobody listened to you, you tried to run, but you were still in the same place, it's as if the dream wanted you to suffer.

You didn't know if it was your own demons, your mind, or dead people who were playing with your mind in those moments, you only knew that you wanted to get out and as fast as possible. The sound in your ears became more present, the cold air made your skin bristle, darkness took over the environment, the scene was gloomy. Footsteps were present as well as a voice in the distance, there was total silence in a matter of seconds, but those steps and that voice were still present.

It kept increasing the sound and you felt how they approached you, you kept trying to scream but your voice failed. Everything came very fast, you felt suffocated, even when having air, you felt cornered, without having a cage, your only option was to talk to yourself and stay sane in the situation. You felt a breath behind your neck near your ear, the hairs on your body stood on end, you closed your eyes tighter. Suddenly everything vanished and you got up from that position in which you slept, you were looking for air, your chest rose and fell agitatedly. Your forehead and back felt damp with sweat, you brought your hand to your chest trying to calm down. You felt how a hand was placed on your shoulder, you gave a cry before hearing the voice of the person who was trying to calm you down.

- Hey... hey, it's me, calm down, try to breathe with me. - You nodded once you deciphered what he was saying to you and then start doing exercises to calm your mind.

- Can you tell me what things you see in this room. - It was the last question he asked you after a few rounds of questions to stimulate your brain.

- Yes... bed, books, and window... - You said softly in a calm and quiet tone, while you looked into his eyes, he brought his hands to my cheeks giving light caresses to them. You raised yours to position them on top of his, feeling the closeness and warmth that he provided.

- There it is darling, very good. Do you want to tell me what you dreamed? - You quickly denied his question just wanting to be in his arms, knowing that you wouldn't be able to go back to sleep for a short time. You placed your legs on either side of his waist and settled on top of him. You sighed relieved to have him here, he brought his hands to your back caressing it. He made figures and whispered sweet words in your ear making you feel at home again.

- You will always be safe in my arms. - He whispered in my ear and it was the last thing I heard before falling asleep…

—

You shed tears remembering those precious moments with your late boyfriend... You couldn't believe that the only pillar, the one that kept you alive, was gone. He was your true love, who you dedicated day and night to, who you loved and respected, now he is gone. He left big void in your soul, you promised to move on, but you couldn't, those nightmares in which he helped you, now took over you and you only wished that he could comes to save you, but... those pleas never come true…

You got up from the ground where you spent several hours a week talking in front of the tombstone of your lover. You kissed the flowers you had left and sadly headed to your car, so you could go to your house and lay down in that bed in which it was for both of you before. You felt how the wind passed through your body as if it were a farewell hug and once in your car you just drove without looking back.

- I'll wait for you here darling, I'll keep you safe in my arms soon again... - That man’s ghost whispered seeing how the love of his life was going back to what they once called home.

- I’ll wait… -

Farewell kiss

Word Count: 805

Remy Lebeau x Reader

Summary: The Lebeau family gathers in the late evening, unaware of the looming departure of Remy. As he prepares to leave for a mission with the X-Men.

It was late, maybe nine or ten at night, and the Lebeau family was gathered in the living room. Remy sat on the couch, holding Rose and Riley, one in each arm. The girls were laughing with their father, unaware of the absence that would come in just a few hours. Y/N stands nearby, her eyes filling with tears as she watches them."Alright, time for bed, girls. Daddy needs to go out. Remy said, standing with the girls. "But we want you to stay!" Riley exclaimed, clutching her father's shirt close in her hands.Remy pressed a kiss to their foreheads before speaking again.

"I know, but I'll be back soon, I promise." He tells them as he walks to their rooms, dropping each girl in their beds and telling them goodnight before making his way to his own room. Standing at the dresser in his shared bed room, changing into his X-men uniform. Y/N watches him from the bed, tears brimming her eyes. The weight of the impending departure hangs heavily in the air. "Do you really have to go?" Y/N's voice trembles as she speaks, almost scared to hear his answer, but yet she yearns for the response anyway.Remy let a heavy sigh pass through his lips. "You know I do, cherie. They need me." Y/N felt the tears finally slip down her cheeks, leaving a salty trail behind.

"What if... What if I need you?" She questioned him, her eyes trailing up to his face, watching him fix his coat before meeting her gaze. His eyes hold an emotion she can't exactly put her finger on. No matter how long she had known Remy, there were times when not even she could tell what he was thinking. He stepped closer to her and took her hands in his own, letting his gaze fall on them before looking at her.

"Kiss me before I go." His voice was quiet, like he whispered a secret into the air, not wanting anyone else to hear it. It was strange, she had never heard Remy whisper those words. He was always loud and proud when he said them. A smile tries to spread through the tear streaks covering Y/N's cheeks. "It's not like you'll never come bac-" Y/N's words are cut short by Remy's firm voice. "Kiss me." He held her gaze, not daring to look away, almost like time had frozen. Neither spoke for a minute, Y/N wasn't sure she was even breathing, and her chest was heavy from anxiety, so she wouldn't even be surprised if she stopped breathing, if her heart stopped in the moment, she wouldn't notice, not with his eyes staring into hers the way they were.

Y/N's feet shuffled forward, and her hands slipped from his grasp and moved to his face instead. For the first time in a second since Remy spoke, she let out a breath, and her shoulders relaxed. She shifted up onto her toes and brought him into a long, tender kiss, her fear pouring into it, but she knew he could feel it long before they kissed. Remy's voice wasn't as quiet as before when he started to speak again. "I love you. I'll come back to you. I promise." Y/N swallowed before speaking, leaving a gap of silence one might mistake for her purposely not saying it back, but Remy knew she would always say it back, there would never be any doubt from him. "I love you too, Remy. Please be careful." Her voice was wavering as she spoke to him.

Her hands fall from his cheeks and return to her side. She closes her eyes for a moment, almost as if she were savoring the moment or taking a photo for her memory, before her tired eyes look back at his red ones. Remy steps back and towards the door before giving her one last lingering look before turning completely and walking out the door, leaving it open, and leaving Y/N standing there, allowing her to listen to his retreating footsteps and the front door open and close, her heart aching.

As she hears the front door shut behind him, she sinks to the floor, feeling the fear fully sink in. Hugging her knees to her chest, she reminds herself to take deep breaths through the new tears that trail down her cheeks. In the quiet of the night, the house felt emptier without him, the wind wasn't howling, and the cicadas were silent. Y/N checks on the girls, kissing their foreheads as they sleep peacefully, unaware of the disturbance. She returns to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, clutching a pillow to her chest, waiting for his return like she always had.

Part 2

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It's Over, isn't it? (Farewell kiss part 2)

Word Count: 774

Remy Lebeau x Reader

Summary: The morning after Remy's departure

The light from the rising sun filtered through the sheer curtains in the kitchen, bathing it in a pretty gold that makes it look almost unrealistic. It was something Y/N loved about this part of the house, one of the reasons she wanted it. Her thoughts are paused by the shuffling of little feet against the hardwood floors. Riley and Rose, still rubbing sleep from their eyes, stumbled into the kitchen, mouths open mid-yawn. Y/N stands flipping pancakes, and lets her gaze drift to the girls before going back to the food.

"Mommy, are you making bunny-shaped pancakes again?" Riley questioned as she pulled herself up into a chair. Y/N moves to put Rose in a chair as well before going to the stove and flipping a pancake. "I sure am, honey." She answered after swallowing thickly, afraid she might cry in front of them if they asked about last night or Remy in general. The air in the house felt almost uncomfortable to her, but she ignored it as much as she could and grabbed plates for the girls pancakes before setting both plates on the table in front of them and moving to grab cups that she filled with orange juice. This was the quietest she had been in years, especially since having Riley and Rose.

"Mommy, where's Daddy?" Rose was always observant and had already caught on to something being wrong the moment her father hadn't appeared when the pancakes were done, like he always had. Y/N freezes like she has been caught committing a crime and stops before she could move the frying pan to the sink. "Daddy had to go out last night, sweetheart." Her heart clenched at the mention of Remy. "He'll be back soon." She added that, trying to reassure them, though uncertainty lingered in her voice, she turned to face the girls, who stared at her with wide eyes that looked full of questions.

Riley was next to speak up, her lower lip quivering and her eyes starting to water. "But why did he have to go?" Her voice wavered, mirroring the anxiety that Y/N felt in her own heart. Y/N moved closer to the table, kneeling down to be level with both girls. She sucked in a breath and wiped her own eyes, trying to gather the strength to answer their question. "Daddy had to go help some people who needed him, just like he always does. But he loves us very much, and he'll come back as soon as he can." Her words were slow as she looked for the right words to say to explain it to the girls.

Riley's brows furrowed in confusion. "But he's always home for pancakes." She spoke in almost a whisper, clearly upset by his disappearance. Rose looks out towards the living room, almost like she was patiently waiting for her father to walk in, but Y/N knew she would be waiting awhile if that were true. "Can we call him?" Riley questioned her eyes, searching Y/N's for reassurance. Y/N smiled softly and nodded before speaking. "Of course we can." Y/N knew he wouldn't answer while he was gone, he never did, but that didn't stop her from leaving voicemail.

Y/N stands to find her phone, which was almost always lost when she was home. Finding it, she scrolls until she finds Remy's contact and brings the phone to the girls as it rings. After a minute, they are met with the automated voice saying to leave a message after the beep, which Y/N let the girls take over most of the recording. "

Hi daddy! You're missing the bunny pancakes today, but I think Mommy can save some for you. Oh, and it's Riley!" She exclaimed, saying her name like her father wouldn't know her voice. Y/N turned the phone towards Rose, who spoke quietly. "Hi daddy, I miss you, but I know when you come home you'll stay for even longer, so it's okay." Y/N's heart hurt at her youngest daughter's words.

Y/N ended the voicemail. "Hey Remy, the girls just wanted to talk to you. I hope you can call me whenever you get a chance. The girls would like to hear your voice, and I wouldn't mind either. Love you." She hangs up with a sigh before smiling at the kids. "Okay girls, finish eating before your food is all cold." She goes to start the dishes.

Y/N wished he picked up the phone just this one time, but the kids were satisfied with leaving a voicemail. But somewhere far from their pretty little house, Remy laid on a battlefield, never hearing any voicemail.

Part 3