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I posted 530 times in 2022

That's 521 more posts than 2021!

148 posts created (28%)

382 posts reblogged (72%)

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I tagged 444 of my posts in 2022

Only 16% of my posts had no tags

#mj writes nonsense - 54 posts

#mj rambles about andor - 37 posts

#when there was me and queue - 36 posts

#mj 500 followers celebration - 35 posts

#mj 500 followers evermore celebration - 34 posts

#evermore celebration - 29 posts

#mj rambles about eddie munson - 29 posts

#mj rambles about stranger things - 27 posts

#top gun maverick - 26 posts

#eddie munson - 24 posts

Longest Tag: 125 characters

#im 'accidentally' rewatching tons of his films and i fewl like the little kid wathing divergent for the first time and uggggh

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

happiness - S.H

evermore masterlist | no body no crime | dorothea

Warnings: pregnancy, marriage, allusions to sex, kissing, children, babies, reader has hair, mentions of blood, ptsd, nightmares,

Pairing: Steve harrington x fem!reader

Summary: an overview of the brilliant life that you shared with Steve harrinfton

A/N: yes, I know the song is about breaking up with someone but I interpreted it as what happens at the end of the fic.

Wordcount: 1.8k

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412 notes - Posted August 13, 2022

#4

TOTAL ECLIPSE - A.M

Warnings: mention of pregnancy, character death, blood, angst

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem!reader

Summary: You were his everything and when he angered the soldiers in the nearby town, they decided to take their revenge out on you, not knowing of the disastrous consequences.

Wordcount: 3.7k

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468 notes - Posted May 18, 2022

#3

SHUT UP AND KISS ME - A.G!P.P

Warnings: angst, mentions of character death, heated makeout scene, poor writing

Pairing: Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Summary: After years of being Peter Parkers best friend, his uncle died. That changed him, making him paranoid and dangerous so you confronted him, not ready to actually know what was going on.

Wordcount: 2.2k

A/N: This is a repost from my old account but I tried to fix the writing a bit.

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663 notes - Posted April 9, 2022

#2

PLAYING WITH THE BOYS - B.B

Warnings: mentions of accidents, lots of mentions of character death, too many mentions of sex, survivors guilt, more warnings to come

Summary: Robin and Brad were together once but now they're back seven years later. Now she is working as the head communications officer in the mission that could save the world.

Wordcount: currently 32.6k words

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970 notes - Posted June 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

CHIEF'S DAUGHTER - E.M

Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of oral, main character death, mentions of trauma, adoption, mention of drugs, being caught during sex, secret relationships, adoption

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Hopper!reader

Summary: you loved your dad but you loved your boyfriend Eddie munson too. So what happens when your dad's out and el and Mike catch you in a compromising position with your boyfriend.

Wordcount: 3k

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1,864 notes - Posted July 7, 2022

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happiness - S.H

evermore masterlist | no body no crime | dorothea

Warnings: pregnancy, marriage, allusions to sex, kissing, children, babies, reader has hair, mentions of blood, ptsd, nightmares,

Pairing: Steve harrington x fem!reader

Summary: an overview of the brilliant life that you shared with Steve harrinfton

A/N: yes, I know the song is about breaking up with someone but I interpreted it as what happens at the end of the fic.

Wordcount: 1.8k

You never expected to be married at 22 and definitely not have found the love of your life this early.

You had fallen in love with Steve harrington the moment you saw him in scoops ahoy, dumb sailor uniform and all. 

You loved him. Past the blood and the bruises from your shared brushes with death. Past the nightmares that would wake you up screaming. Past the haunted look in your eyes.

Now you were lying in bed on your honeymoon, both of you too tired to move as you basked in the comfort of each other. 

He pulled you close to him, one arm around your naked waist and the other on your cheek. 

"I've always wanted this big family, you know, five, six kids," he explained and you looked over at him. 

"Six kids?" You questioned. It sounded daunting but you wanted a large family too. 

"Yeah, six little nuggets. And every year me and the brood of harringtons would go out on a winnebago and see the sights, yellowstone, grand canyon. And it would end at the beach, like this one," he explained, looking out at the beach from the window of their honeymoon cabin. 

You smiled. You could already imagine him as this perfect father who loved his children more than anyone could imagine. 

"What do you think?" He asked, brow furrowed as your face remained emotionless. 

You smiled, "That sounds perfect Steve, why don't we get a head start now?" You suggested. 

He chuckled, pulling you in for a kiss, "You serious?" He mumbled against your lips. 

You nodded, batting your eyelashes at him and the next you knew, he was on top of you, pressing his lips along your neck. 

This was going to be a long week. 

It had been a few tough years but now here you sat on the beach, watching the waves as they crashed on the shore. Your husband walked over, the twenty five year old standing there with a grin on his face. 

Steve looked down at you as you rocked your youngest in your arms. The baby girl was only six months old and he never thought he'd be this happy. 

As soon as he'd mentioned his dream to have a full brood of harringtons, you had agreed and he knew that you were the perfect girl for him. 

It was your first holiday with your baby girl and both of you were obviously worried about it all. 

You turned back to look at Steve and smiled, "Take a picture Steve, it'll last longer," you said, eyes gazing into his. 

You both hadn't had much alone time since your baby girl had been born but you still adored him and any time you could spend with him. 

He sat down next to you on the beach, the sand sticking to his denim jeans as he looked over at you. 

"I so want another one already," he said, half serious and half joking. 

You chuckled, your smile wide on your face and you never thought you'd feel this way about anyone. You never thought you could ever be as happy as you are right now. 

"Shut up Steve," you said, a blush rising up your neck as you looked down at your little girl. 

She waved her arms around slightly in your grasp, almost sensing that her dad was there. She may be only six months old but she was a total daddy's girl.

"I think she wants her daddy," you said and he sat down next to you as  passed the baby girl to him. 

He smiled to himself, holding her against his chest and she reached up, a wide smile that mirrored yours on her face as she gripped his hair with her tiny little hands, a giggle escaping her lips. 

You smiled at the scene, seeing how enamoured he was with this baby girl and you couldn't have imagined this life with anyone else. 

"God I love you Steve Harrington," you said almost subconsciously. 

He looked up at you, his smile reaching his ears, "I love you too baby girl," he said, "Now, about that other baby,"

You giggled as you hit his arm, "You are insatiable Stevie," you said and he smiled, leaning over to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Only for you sweetheart," he said.

Five years later and you were both 30, sitting around a Christmas tree in Hawkins as you looked at your little family. 

Since then, you'd had two more kids, making the Harrington brood half complete. 

Your six year old daughter was a menace, your four year son was a total sweetheart and a mummy's boy and although your 18 month old daughter didn't talk much yet, you both knew she was going to be a mouthy and sarcastic kid, just like uncle Dustin. 

"What's the last present mama," your son asked, looking down at a box sitting under the tree. 

He was already playing with the purple toy racecar he had gotten, making small whooshing noises as he moved it around. 

You and Steve shared a knowing look. The last present was a surprise for the family, a new roller coaster ride that you were ready to go on. 

"It's not gonna be for you dingus," your eldest said as she sketched in the notebook she had gotten. 

You chuckled, "Sweetie, we don't say that word," you said, trying to scold her but the cute way she said it made it hard to. 

"Sorry mama, auntie Robin says it though," she said, tilting her head to the side as she looked up at her mother. 

Your eldest was the spitting image of you, the same bold eyes and cheekbones. She also seemed to have picked up one too many habits from Robin. 

Steve chuckled, "Maybe don't listen to everything Aunt Robin says," he suggested. 

Your son groaned, "What's in the box?" He asked again. 

He had so many characteristics from your husband. Specifically the way he looked when frustrated - like right now. His eyebrows crinkled up, a sharp line between them. 

You smiled, looking down at him and rubbing your thumb over his forehead, watching as he calmed down and looked up at you. 

"It's a surprise for the family honey," you said, "Steve, you wanna open it?"

He nodded, picking up the box and helping the two older kids open it. 

They pulled out a small onesie that said 'baby number 4 coming June 97'

They ran over, pulling you into a hug as they realised you were going to have another baby. 

"This one will be a boy right mama," your son said and you chuckled. 

"Maybe, maybe,'' you replied. 

At 35 years old, your life was completely perfect. You sat on a makeshift seat outside of your winnebago, watching as Steve ran around the beach with five of your kids. 

You held the youngest, an eight month old baby boy, in your arms as you watched your family. 

On this trip, Nancy and Robin had tagged along with their four year old daughter who they'd adopted nearly three years ago. 

"You gonna come for a swim darling?" Steve called out, their two year old daughter sitting on his shoulders. 

You nodded. Nancy agreed to look after your baby boy and you changed into your swimming costume. 

Steve lit up when he saw you. No matter how many times he saw you in a bikini or how much your body had changed over the years, he never got tired of looking at you. 

Your eldest, now 11 years old, sat on the beach, making sandcastles with your two year old daughter and four year old son. 

Your eldest son, who was now 9 years old, was play-fighting with your 7 year old daughter. 

As you walked over to Steve, you realised that your family was complete, that there was nothing now that could change it. 

"I'm sorry baby," he said as you approached him in the water. 

You tilted your head in confusion and he grabbed you by the waist. 

"Harrington!" You exclaimed as he playfully threw you into the water, your children laughing from the sidelines at you. 

Your head popped out of the water and you glared at him, "Mrs Harrington," he said back with a smirk. 

"I'm so gonna kill you," you said as you walked back over, running your hand through your now wet hair. 

He pulled you in by your hips, pressing his forehead against yours, "I love you," he said, overcome by how perfect your little family was. 

"I love you too Steve," you replied, pressing a kiss to his lips 

He smiled, his happiness in this moment unparalleled, "Thank you for giving me all of this, for giving me this family," he said. 

You nodded before pulling him in for a passionate kiss, forgetting your children were there.

You didn't care that you looked awful with your hair soaked and he didn't either. He just knew that there would be no happiness without you. 

"Ew mum," your eldest said and you two pulled away. 

"Who wants a barbecue?" Steve asked and everyone chirped up, especially Robin. 

You walked back to the shore hand in hand and nothing could beat this moment, spent with everyone you loved. 

Decades later, Dustin stood in the graveyard, tears in his eyes as he looked down. 

After so many years fighting monsters he was glad that the two of you had managed to settle down and have the life you had always wanted. 

He had died three days after you and they had said he'd died of a broken heart. Anyone that knew the both of you knew it was true. 

Dustin had sat by his friend's side as he grieved your death. He knew Steve was going to follow you soon after and he had been in the house when he had died. 

Dustin called the six kids you shared and had to tell them about their fathers death only days after your death and they knew it was going to happen but it still hurt. 

With six children, 18 grandchildren and 31 great grandchildren and 2 small great great grandchildren, the two of you had shared a lot of joy in your lives. 

"92 years old," Dustin said with a chuckle, looking down at your side by side graves, "Never thought we'd make it to 21," 

He lay down the flowers before turning and walking away, leaving the two of you behind as he walked towards Suzie who stood by the side. 

The 87 year old knew that there was going to be happiness even after the death of two of his best friends, but it wasn't going to be the same. 

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evermore - T

evermore masterlist | closure | its time to go

Warnings: mentions of death, ptsd, mental health issues, kissing, blood, violence mentions

Summary: you loved the safe haven but you could never truly get over the events that allowed you to get here and the people you lost along the way.

Wordcount: 1.1k

It had been three months since you and Thomas had arrived at the safe haven. It was a cold gray November and you were used to the sunny landscape of the maze and this was different. The winds were blowing cold in yours and Thomas’ shared hut and you sat on the bed, blanket wrapped around your figure. 

You two had met after you had escaped from your maze, the two of you meeting at the facility before mourning through the scorch together. 

You don’t know how you would have survived without Thomas, if he hadn’t demanded that you didn't follow Janson then you would have been drained of blood and you wouldn’t be here right now. 

He had fallen for you first when you grabbed a bomb when WICKED infiltrated the rebel base. He had stood by your side then and he had stood by you ever since. 

You’d both been through hardships that no other 18 year old would have gone through, you’d lost countless friends, those you had considered as family. Every day you wondered what you could have done to save Chuck, or Teresa, or Newt. There must have been something you could do. You would replay your footsteps every time, trying to find out what went wrong. 

You both drove yourselves crazy with the what ifs, the only thing that grounded you was each other. So whenever you’d have a nightmare or he would, you would be there for each other. Unconditionally. 

You took a deep breath, staring at the poor excuse of a window in your hut - they were still working on manufacturing glass - as the wind swept through. 

As the cold drove itself into your bones, you wondered if maybe the cold feeling would kill you too. It was a constant fear, they'd already lost a few people to minor accidents: a bacterial infection, a broken leg, and drowning. It was always difficult to bury people, especially when their bodies don’t come back. 

Thomas walked in when you were drowning in your own thoughts, holding plywood to cover up the window to stop the draft. He placed it down and instantly sat down next to you, knowing that something was up. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked, arm wrapped around you and when you didnt answer he sighed, already knowing the answer, “Just one of those days?”

You nodded, leaning your head against his shoulder, “Guess I just can’t remember what I’m fighting for sometimes,” you said, sniffling because of the cold. 

Thomas nodded his head. He knew how it felt to lose people as well and you two were going on this journey together. He had days where he was emotionally exhausted as well and you just had to be there for one another. 

You would constantly rewind the tape back to that moment where you ran into the courtyard in the last city, seeing Newt lying on the floor, blood in his mouth and a knife jabbed into his chest, his eyes open and at peace. 

You’d go back to that moment where time slowed as Rachel fell to the ground, gunshots echoing through the maze and the holes beginning to fill her body, her blood pouring out like a sif. She hadn’t even had time to comprehend it before WICKED were pulling her out, promising that they were ‘saving her’.

You’d go back to the moment where Teresa didn't make it. You wish you’d been there for her and Thomas but you were on that ship, pulling Thomas’ bloodied and bruised body into your arms. The sobs had escaped your mouth before you even realised and before you knew it the building was collapsing and Teresa fell with it. 

You’d go back to that moment when you were walking through the scorch and the gunshot echoed through the deserted land. You had turned back to see Winston's body falling in the distance, like he didn't even mean a thing. 

“Hey,” he said and his soft voice pulled you out of your thoughts that you were drowning in, “We’re fighting for us, for this life that the safe haven has promised,”

You sighed, your voice shaky, “But what about everyone else. They’re not coming back and they don’t get to experience this,” you explained, lifting your head off of his shoulder to look at him. 

He looked at you and sighed, reaching a hand forward and placing it on your cheek, watching as you leant into the warmth, “It’s never going to go away and we both know this, that gnawing feeling in your chest that makes you feel like you’re drowning,” Thomas explained, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips, “But its going to be okay because I’ve got you,”

You couldn’t not think about the cost of it all but for now you just had to pause it and live in the moment. You knew you couldn’t spend the rest of your life dwelling on whether or not you can save them. You just had to let go eventually. 

“I guess so,” you said. 

Thomas nodded, “And the safe haven is better. Vince is going to look for more of the immune soon and we’ll have more people. And there’s already been so much progress, a marriage, two pregnancies. It’s going to get better,” he said. 

You knew that you could count on his reassuring words because even though you were struggling, he was too and you would always be there for him when he had days like this, days where he just wanted to lie in bed and hold you close. 

And whenever you were worried, you thought about him. About the way that he would savage you no matter what it meant and it was enough to get you through the days. It had gotten you through the scorch and then the rebellion and now your escape into the safe haven. 

“They’d be happy for us wouldn’t they,” you said. 

He chuckled lightly and smiled, “Yeah, and you know what baby, theyd want us to be happy,” he said and you nodded at his sentiment. 

Thomas stood up, reaching a hand out for you and you stood up, the floors of the the hut creaking out from under your step, “Just let me hold you,” he said and you smiled, allowing him to pull you in for a hug, “I love you,”

“I love you too,” you said, your words muffled against his chest. 

You sighed as you allowed yourself to melt into his warm embrace. You knew that the feeling was never going to go away but maybe, just maybe, the pain wouldn’t be for evermore because you had each other. 

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closure - J.S

evermore masterlist | marjorie | evermore

Warnings: mentions of sex, morning after, allusions to death, war, breaking up

Summary: you knew your relationship was just for fun but when he broke up with you to protect you, you weren't going to let that happen.

Wordcount: 1.2k

Your friends with benefits situation with jake seresin was complicated to say the least.

He was a naval aviator for the US navy and you were just a bar maid working in the nearby area. 

For the last 6 months you had been sleeping together, grasping the warmth of the lonely nights and holding him tight when it all got too much. 

There was something special about Jake seresin that you had never seen in anybody before. 

He was cocky and arrogant and it seemed like he was the epitome of a narcissist. But with you, he was soft and caring and seemed like he wouldn't even hurt a fly. 

It was something about him that you could study for hours, the switch of his personality when it came to someone he loved fascinated you. 

It was a no strings attached situation but very quickly into it, you had fallen head over heels for the tall blonde man in ways you never thought you would. 

His friend who was stationed with him, Phoenix, had warned you of his playboy ways. She had told you that he was known to sleep with girls and leave them quickly - although she did note that he seemed uncharacteristically attached to you. 

You couldn't care less about whatever anyone else had to say about your unconventional relationship, it wasn't hurting either of you and you were getting something good out of it. 

Or at least you were until one night as he held you under the covers, you could feel the tension in the air. 

He was holding a secret from you and though you tried to ignore it, you couldn’t bear it. You took a deep breath, looking up at him to see he was staring at you. 

“You know I can sense that something is wrong,” you said, not even looking at him. Something was going on and you needed to know. 

He took a deep breath, looking down at you, a hand coming up to caress your cheek, the pad of his thumb tracing your cheekbone. 

“Ive been called back to Top Gun for a mission and its going to be dangerous,” he explained, breath hitching in his throat, “I don’t know what its about, i just know that I might not make it back,”

You took a deep breath, averting your eyes from him. You didn't want him to see the tears pooling in the corner of your eyes as you thought about him not coming back. The words cut deep, down to the bone and you didnt know what you would do if he didnt come back. 

He brushed the tears from your cheeks once they spilled over your waterline. You sat up, one of his old shirts covering your frame and he sat up as well, the covers falling off to show his nude torso. 

He felt guilty for what he was about to do but he knew what was going to be the best thing for you, he knew he had to put something between you and him, something that would save you from the torment of losing someone. 

“I think we should break up,” he said. 

Your eyes darted to his, more tears spilling over as you contemplated what he had just said, “Excuse me?” You questioned, almost in disbelief. 

Jake took a shaky breath before looking at you, “I think we should break up, I cant let you get hurt,” he said. 

He thought that it would be the best thing for you, breaking your heart now before his permanent absence would 

Jake expected you to just be another thing he regretted a wrinkle in your new life. You weren't going to stay friends after this and he was ready to accept it if it meant that you were going to be saved from the heartbreak of it all. 

You were in shock, your upset turned into anger at his ridiculous reasoning. You weren't going to let him give up on the two of you so easily. 

“You can't push me away!” You exclaimed, “I can't believe that you’re treating me lie some situation in the Navy that has to be handled. Like a job,”

He sighed, “My job is why I have to end it with you, I’ve seen women cry over their dead husbands and I can't do that to you,” he explained. 

He seemed to think that breaking up with you and sparing you from being the girlfriend of a dead man was better then actually being there for him. He seemed to think that this was some sort of closure. 

“Would you have married me Seresin? Do you have these feelings for me because clearly you care,” you explained, asking him that important question. 

He sighed, biting his lip to keep the words in, “Of course I care about you Y/N and that’s why I can't let you get hurt,” he explained. 

You shook your head, disagreeing completely with his absurd ideas. 

“I’m going to leave now,” he said, standing up and reaching for his clothes, “I hope you have a good life babe,”

You knew he had told you not to come but you went to the air base with the second phoenix message and said that they were coming back. There were a handful of other people there, parents, husbands, wives, and a small child. You just couldn’t wait to see Jake again. 

Other people started rushing towards their loved ones and Jake just started to walk ahead, not thinking anyone had turned up for him. 

You froze on the spot the second you saw him, his hair rushed back in worry from his hands running through it and a defeated but proud look on his face. 

You called out his name and he froze. He turned to look around for you and the second he saw you standing there, his jacket wrapped around your shoulder all time stopped. 

He had told you to leave, that it would be better for you if you had no part in it all. This was the moment he knew that you were the one for him, the person he was ready to spend the rest of his life with. 

Once the shock wore off, a smile lit up his face and he started running, feet heavy on the tarmac as he englufed you in a hug, lifting you up and spinning you around. You grinned as you held him tight, glad that he was alive. 

As soon as he set you down and before you could talk to him and ask him how he was, he captured you in a kiss, a deep and passsionate kiss that meant that he loved you. It was a promise that 

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gold rush - b.h

evermore masterlist | champagne problem | the damn season

Warnings: underage drinking, allusions to sex, high school parties, being intoxicated but still sober enough to make decisions

Pairing: Billy hargrove x reader

Summary: you don't want to end up in the gold rush of falling for Billy hargrove, no matter how enticing he may be.

Wordcount: 1.8k

"Who's that?" Nancy asked as she spotted a new car pulling up, they didn't have new people in Hawkins often because of how small it was so seeing a new car was exciting to the whole town. 

People watched as a man stepped out, the sounds of people gasping and whispering and giggling to their friends filling your ears. 

You looked over, inhaling sharply as you took in this new man. He seemed almost perfect, his hair falling perfectly over his face as he ran a hand through it. 

His deep blue eyes landed on you and you were ready to drown in them. You couldn't stop looking away from him, like you were entranced by his intense gaze on you. 

He smirked, taking a drag from his cigarette before throwing it on the floor, stamping on it with his foot. The whole time he never took his eyes off of you. 

You had already piqued his interest and Billy was desperate to find out all about you. You seemed just his type, attracted to him. 

“I don't know,” you replied before the two of you walked inside. 

It had been a week since Billy had joined the school and you learnt all about his Californian past. That explained the effect of golden hair and the sunkissed skin. You tried to ignore him but you had been partnered together in a chemistry class and you couldn't fail.

You walked through the hallway when you saw him walking towards you. As you crossed paths, you felt the soft skin of your hand brush against his rougher hand. 

You nearly froze in the hallway but you kept walking, ignoring the chills that ran through your body as you still felt the phantom touch of his hand against yours. 

You didn't notice that he had turned to look back at you, his heart skipping a beat when he realised you hadn't looked back to see him. 

You just kept walkimg, rushing outside to get some fresh air as your heart pounded at the action. 

The thing about Billy that you didn't know, was that the chase was the best part to him. 

There was something about you that he hadn't seen before, whether it was the general resistance to his charm or just because he found you attractive, he wasn't quite sure but what he did know was that he wasn't going to let you go so soon. 

You stood outside of school, back pressed up against the brick as you took a deep breath, trying to resist the urge to look around the car park for him, knowing he must be around here somewhere. 

God, you hated yourself for falling for the playboy Hawkins but you couldn't resist, not when it was him. Definitely not when it was him. 

You hated parties and that was one thing that needed to be clarified, they were boring and you didn't get invited to many. You were only here because Nancy had asked you to come. 

But she was off dancing with her boyfriend and Nancy already seemed intoxicated. 

Halloweeen was your favourite holiday and now you are standing here, alone like you always were at parties, wishing you could be a kid again and go trick or treating. 

Then you saw him from across the room. 

Billy Hargrove had been pissing you off for a solid month now and you were bored of his lazy attitude and his ability to lure women in with just a look. It was old fashioned and stupid. 

You groaned as you watched him walk in, his arms wrapped around Tommy H. two girls walked over to him, the one on the left twirling her hair around her ear as she tried to flirt with him but he smiled and kept walking towards the kitchen where you were. 

You were angry, furious as all of these girls threw themselves onto him. You watched from the other side of the party, watching as he flirted with some girl over the counter of somebody's kitchen. 

He smiled at the girl, his eyes flicking up to meet yours and you teared your eyes away, your face burning as you thought about it. 

You hated yourself for it, for your face burning as you looked at him and thought about him. He still had his eyes on you from the other side of the party, watching your reaction to him.

He never really had a girl be nervous around him and about being with him, they were mostly self confident girls who cared about their looks more than school but you, you were different. 

So as he leaned in to kiss this girl, he kept his eyes open and they landed on you. You couldn't pull away, almost hypnotised with the way that he moved his lips down this girls neck, his eyes bearing into your soul. 

You pulled away, eyes darting around the room to find somewhere to look that wasn't directly at him. 

To avoid him as much as you could, you decided to run off, finding an empty bedroom and sitting in it. You had had a few drinks that night and your brain was spinning at the events that had just happened. 

Were you hallucinating or was Billy Hargrove, the new adonis, been teasing you from afar? It felt surreal and you hated the butterflies that danced around your stomach until they made you sick. 

You weren't popular, you spent your days in the basement of school printing articles for the school newspaper, you had only come to this party because Nancy had asked you and you wanted to be a good friend. 

But now? Now you are stuck in a bedroom, afraid that he could walk in any moment. You didn't want to be like all the other girls who fawned over him like he was a god straight out of some Greek myth, you wouldn't. But you couldn't help it when he would look at you with those piercing blue eyes that you were more than ready to drown in.

The door opened and you looked up with tears in your eyes, about to yell at whoever it was but you froze when you saw that it was billy.

“Mind if I join ya?” he asked and you just rolled your eyes. 

He took your silence as an agreement and he walked over, sitting down next to you on the bed where he saw you holding a bottle of alcohol.

“You been drinking?” Billy asked and you wondered why he cared. At the party, he was just chugging beers all night with Tommy, he had no reason to scold you. 

“It's a party douchebag, of course I've been drinking,” you said, words slurring slightly at the end. 

"You better sober up kid, I don't think your friends will like that you've been drinking," he said, knowing that nancy was one for partying even though he had just seen her stumbling around drunk with steve harrington. 

"I'm not drunk Billy," you said and his breath hitched in his throat slightly, you'd never said his name before and now he wanted you to never stop. 

He didn't know what was happening to him, girls normally didn't make his cheeks burn and send a chill down his spine. He hoped that you hadn't caught onto any of his obvious signs but you didn't because you were too drunk. 

"I think you are babygirl," he said, reaching over and brushing a strand of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. 

Your face went red and you shook your head, "Don't,” you said, your words like a plea but he wasn't sure what you were begging for. 

“Don't what?” he asked, that cocky smirk still present on his face as he looked at you. 

You hated the way he looked at you, like he could give you the future that you wanted. You wanted to leave this town and be in love with someone and all that matters is that the two of you are together. But as soon as that dream appears you realise that with Billy, it all fades into the distance because he could never give it to you. 

“The nicknames. You call me a kid then you call me babygirl and it freaks me out,” you said, the honest words just spilling from your lips. 

“Sorry doll,” he said, a smirk still present on his face as he tried out the new nickname. 

You groaned at his comment, “You're an asshole,” you said. 

“Is that why you don't talk to me?” he asked . 

You weren't sure what to say about that. There was no reasonable explanation about why you avoided him except for the fact that you didn't want to be lured in like every other girl in the god foresaken school by a spoke rpick who would sleep with you and then leave. 

You just rolled your eyes, turning away as he leaned in towards your lips. 

He placed two fingers under your chin, moving your face so that you were looking into his eyes. He leaned in, lips over yours, his breath mingling with yours and you could almost taste the cigarettes he had just been smoking before he came in herre. 

“Tell me to leave,” he said. 

This war was the most self restraint that Billy had ever had. He had been at this school for weeks and had already flirted with dozens of girls and slept with a handful of them. He had jumped their boes as soon as he could, in classrooms, sneaking into their bedrooms, closets, and his car. But with you, he wanted to take it slow. He wanted to show he meant it. 

For a second, you almost jump into the blue sea of his eyes, the siren song too much for you to be able to resist. 

You lean in, pressing your lips against his and he instantly is like a wolf, hungry for anything he can get as he pounces on you. 

His hands go to your hips as he pushes you into the mattress of someone's bedroom and you realise that the sweet side of him that he had shown you was gone and this was what was left. 

It was a rush as he pushed you so you were lying on your back and as he took his shirt off, throwing it somewhere else in the room, you realised that you'd given in, ready to drown in billy hargrove for the night, to be another notch on his bedpost, to be another conquest he could boast about to tommy H. but for tonight, you didn't care. 

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ivy - P.P

evermore masterlist | coney island | cowboy like me

Warnings: memory loss, past relationships, mental health struggles, mugging, mentions of perfume, allusions to kissing

Pairing: Peter Parker x gn!reader

Summary: you knew peter parker once but cant remember him, now he sits in the cafe just to get a glimpse at you. He didn't care that you didn't see him until one day you did.

Wordcount: 1.7k

Peter watched you walk around the cafe, a smile on yourself as you talked to customers. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you made small talk with the old lady in the corner and giggled with the little boy by the door. 

You had loved him once upon a time but now, you didn’t even know his name. 

He always wished that he could go back to before the world forgot that Peter Parker existed but alas, this was the life that he had to live now. 

You walked over, “What would you like?” You asked the attractive young man in front of you. 

He was the most handsome man you’d ever laid eyes on and he seemed to be about your age, a teenager but with the maturity of an adult. 

He looked up at you, deep brown eyes wide as he smiled. He wished he never had to take his eyes off of you because you truly were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. 

Then he realised where he was, ‘Sorry, uh, I’ll just get a muffin,” he said and you nodded, noting it down on the notepad in your hands before slipping it back into your apron.

He knew you owned this cafe to an extent, sharing it with your parents because this was the future you wanted, a nice domestic one. 

Back when you remembered who he was, you had sworn to a long distance relationship. He was going to go to MIT and you were going to stay here in New York until you could afford to but the whole business from your parents. 

You were going to visit each other on weekends and call every single day and it was going to work out because you loved each other. 

But now when he looked at you he knew that you didn't recognise him or his dreams. You didn't remember stolen kisses in the back room or in your house or in a school hallway. 

But he remembered it all and it felt like a curse to have to be around you despite that. 

“Okay, that’ll be out in a second,” you said before walking away. 

You felt a weird feeling in your stomach as you looked back at that boy, not sure where you knew him from. There was no way you knew him from school, he was too attracted for you to have missed. 

Maybe he was a regular customer or you’d seen him on TV somewhere. There was just a nagging feeling in you mind as you looked at him, knowing that you knew him from somewhere but unable to pinpoint the exact place. 

Once he had finished his muffin and paid, he walked outside, his mind elsewhere as he tried to not drown in the forgotten land off your shared memories. 

He could just stare through that window day after day but he couldn’t torture himself like that, grieving the relationship that he had lost. 

What he didn't know was as he thought about it all, a group of men came over, a knife in one of their hands as they tried to rob him of his money. 

Peter fought in their grip as one of them reached into his pocket and took out his wallet, flicking through it. 

You had spotted the scene and rushed outside, the bell on the door of the cafe alerting them to your presence. 

“Hey, why don’t you leave him alone,” you called out and the men grumbled, walking away from the cafe; you knew one of their mothers and had threatened them that if they’d ever caused trouble outside of your cafe again that she would find out about it. 

The boy from earlier, Peter, looked up at you, wiping his hands on his jacket. He didn't want to expose himself as Spider-Man so he was prepared to let the men mug him. 

He couldn’t stop staring at your face, his eyes wide as he looked at your kind smile. 

Then he realised you were saying something and he as zoned out the whole time you were talking, “I’m sorry,” he said and you chuckled. 

“I asked if you’re okay, Neville can be an ass sometimes,” you said with a smile on your face. 

The attractive man in front of you was really sweet and you loved the confused look on his face as he scrunched his eyebrows together. 

“Did they take your wallet?” You asked, taking a step closer. 

A shiver was sent down his spine as he took a deep breath, realising you were wearing the floral perfume he had bought you for your first anniversary last year. 

It also made him sad that you didn't remember. But he did. He remembered very brush of your lips and every featherlight touch of you hand against his skin and every ‘I love you’ whispered in the dark of his apartment. 

“Uh, no, well yes, but I don’t need it that much,” he said and you smiled at is nervousness. 

“I'll call Neville and his group of thugs, I’m sure i can convince them to give it back, we went to school together,” you explained and he realised that he did recognise one of those thugs. 

As you looked at him, you realised that he felt familiar, like an old song that you hadn’t heard in a while and a nostalgic feeling rushed through you. 

There was something about his face that was recognisable, whether it be his brown eyes or the slight quirk to his lip as he looked at you. You tilted your head to the side, looking at him a bit closer, studying every aspect of his face. 

Your head was spinning as you tried to remember where you recognised the curve of his face or the slight divert in his nose or the way his lashes brushed along his cheeks. 

“Im sorry, have we met before?” You asked. 

Peter froze completely, she’d that there was a sight part of you that remembered him. 

He wanted to reach out, to pull you in for a kiss and tell you that you’d had your mind wiped, that he loved you now and that he always would but you weren’t prepared for it. 

“I-I don’t think we have,” he said, a sad smile on his face. 

You frowned, your eyes brows creasing together as you trie to think but then your usual happy smile appeared on your face, “Well, you must just have a recognisable face, maybe you’ve come into the cafe before,” you suggested, still not able to completely ignore the nagging feeling in your stomach that you knew this man from somewhere. 

“Ive been here a few times,” he said and you nodded. 

“That’s it then,” you said before looking down and realising his hand was shaking, “You’re shaking! Come in, I'll get you some water, its on me,”

He shook his head, almost too reluctant to go back into your cafe. It was hard enough to be in there watching you but to be there with you, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself reliving g all of the memories with you. 

He wouldn’t be able to stop envisioning the two of you kissing on the countertop once it had closed or you laughing with MJ and Ned. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself from turning your life upside down. He didn't want to put down his roots again in your utopia. He didn't want to ruin it for you. 

“Okay,” he said almost breathlessly, unable to refuse you when you had that bubbly smile on your face. 

He had always said you were too nice to people, that they didn't deserve your optimistic outlook to life but you had told him that it was better to treat people the way you wanted to be treated, even if it wasn't reciprocated. 

You walked into the cafe again, away from the cold New York day and into the warmth of your cozy cafe. 

“You sit there, I’ll be back in a minute,” you said and he sat down, watching as you sauntered off towards the bar. 

As he watched you grab a glass of water from him, he wondered what would happen if he was to tell you. Would it burn the walls inside your mind to the ground. Would you believe him? 

He would die for just one more stolen moment with you as you held his hand through a walk or a study session in his apartment as May watched over. 

He remembered when he had told yu that everyone was going to forget him and he knew you were on borrowed time as you pulled your lips against his for the last time.

Then he realised you were a his table again, trying to get his attention. He looked up at you, seeing that warm smile that he always loved and he thanked you for the glass. 

“You’re always in your own world aren’t you,” you said and he smiled, unable to fight the infectious joy you emitted. 

“Sometimes yeah,” he said with a chuckle

‘I’m Y/N,” You said and he looked up at you, not expecting you to talk to him anymore. 

“Peter,” he replied, his voice croaky as he realised that this could be the start of the rekindling of your relationship. 

There’s a fire in his heart that burns brighter as he looks at you and he knows that you started it just by being around him. It’s a fight to pretend to be a stranger but for you, he would do anything. 

You repeated his name after him and he smiled, a warm feeling in his body as you said his name for the first time in months. 

He could liste to you saying it every second of every day and before he could ask you on a date in the most awkward way possible you were pulled away by another waitress. 

Your head turned back and your eyes lingered on his before you got back to your job. 

He sighed as he walked out of the cafe, his water in hand and when he looked on the side of the plastic cup, he saw your familiar number scribbled onto it.

Peter grinned to himself, looking back at you through the window. Maybe he’d allow you into his house of stone and tear down those walls letting your presence grow like ivy. 

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champagne problems - J.N

evermore masterlist | willow | gold rush

Warnings: mentions of abuse, marriage, rejection, heartbreak, angst, 1700's views on women and their place in society, piracy

Pairing: James Norrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: James loved you but your heart belonged with the sea and one night, you had to make the choice between two different paths, being a well mannered woman or being a woman on the lamb

Wordcount: 1.8k

You could have spent forever in his arms, his soft touch making you feel like you're floating as the two of you waltzed across the floor. 

You may have hated this high society life of big ballgowns and parties and castles but as long as you had James, you knew that none of that mattered. 

Your real dream was to sail the seven seas, to be free as a pirate where nobody could tell you what to do, not the Navy, not your mother, not the governor, you decided your own fate. 

But it was a fantasy that you knew you couldn't never achieve, not just because you were a girl but because you felt guilty even thinking about leaving James. 

When he smiled down at you, you smiled back, his smile infectious to you. He never smiled because he was so serious and high strung so when he did, you treasured the moments. 

James looked at you the same way as you looked at him, both of you totally in love with one another. 

He loved you more than anything else in the world, more than his job. The weight of the ring in his pocket was heavy and he knew that tonight was going to be the night that he was going to propose. 

Whenever he imagined his future, he imagined it with you. 

He imagined 2, maybe 3 small children running around a nice house near the beach. He would stop sailing the seas and maybe come back to work for the governor. You'd be at home for him when he got back every day from working with the governor and it would be perfect. 

"Are you alright James? You seem to be in another world," you asked with a chuckle as you danced round the room, following his footsteps. 

He smiled, "Of course darling," he said, his hand tight in yours, the other one placed on your hip. 

He was hesitant and he could feel his palms becoming slick with sweat as he realised that he was going to have to propose soon. It was nerve wracking but he was ready. 

"Do you want to go to the balcony? Get some fresh air?" He asked, his voice slightly shaky, "I need to talk to you," 

You let go of his hand, freezing in your spot as you realised he was going to propose to you or at least ask you to make your relationship official in terms of courting. 

"You okay my love?" He asked, reaching back down for your hand as people danced around the two of you. 

You put on a fake smile, "Yes, yes, of course I am," you tried to hide the shake in your voice, "Lets go," 

You had to ignore the sinking in your stomach. He could change your life forever.

You stood on the terrace, staring out at the stars, hoping that it was all going to end up well and you would leave within a week to sail into a new future. 

You hated this life and you were going to run away months ago but James kept asking you on the promenades and you couldn't turn him down. 

You were falling in love with him but your heart longed for the sea and your mother was so controlling that just being around her made you sick.

He looked at you, wiping his palms on his trousers as he approached you, the nerves becoming too much to bear. 

He said your name softly and you turned around, noticing how nervous he appeared to be. 

"I love you and I have for the last few months but I'd like to make it official between us, to be able to share our love forever; if you'd let me," he said and you were shaking. 

You couldn't believe this was happening. A life with James seemed perfect to you and you didn't want to leave but it was suffocating and you could already feel your throat closing up at the idea. 

He took a deep breath before getting on one knee, fishing his mothers ring out of his pocket and holding it out to you, a scared smile on his face. 

"Will you marry me?" He asked, his voice slightly shaky but he was composed like always. 

You began to tear up, your eyes burning and you didn't know what to say. 

You felt guilty for ruining everything but you had to follow your heart and though it told you to go to James, it also told you that you belonged with the sea. 

"I can't," you said and he looked up at you, blinking a few times in disbelief. 

For the first time in his life he was speechless as you rejected him, crushing any hopes.

"Is it because we're not courting because I don't mind waiting, I'd wait forever for you," he rambled, getting back onto his feet, the ring heavy in his hand. 

"I can't," you repeated, unable to say anything else. 

You watched the moment that his heart shattered as if it were in slow motion and you didn't know what to say to him. 

You were both frozen in time, neither of you sure what to say to one another, the silence uncomfortable. 

"I'm sorry James," you said, your voice shaky as hot tears welled up in your eye, making your vision blurry. 

"Why?" He asked, heartbroken.

You couldn't give him a reason why you wanted to leave, the words getting caught in your throat as you choked on your emotions. 

The tears began to stream down your face and you ran out, unable to look at him anymore without knowing how much you'd ruined things for both of you by turning him down. 

You didn't want to look into his eyes anymore and see the heartbreak from your rejection. You couldn't bear it. 

As he watched you run through the doors, he remembered meeting you for the first time when you were 16 and he was 20. You had been with your father and he hadn't seen you for long but the mischievous glint in your eyes had drawn him to you instantly like a midas touch. 

The next time he saw you was when you were 18 and you came back from finishing school and he fell for the beautiful and elegant person you had grown into. 

From then on you two had become friends but after you had admitted your feelings to him, he knew he'd never think of you as that again. 

For months the two of you had been stealing conversations and smiles from across rooms but now he was ready to make it official. 

But you had turned him down and he didn't know what to do. 

All of his dreams about the two of you at your wedding, dancing across the floor with you in a white dress and him in his navy apparel. It was perfect. 

He pushed his shoulder back, his head held high as he began to walk out of the room, trying to ignore the burning behind his eyes as he nursed his heart from your rejection. 

Maybe he had read it wrong, that you were just playing around. 

"James, where did she go?" His older sister asked as she spotted him in the ball. 

She had just watched you run out of the ballroom, tears streaming down your face as you tried to escape the pressures of the life you had been thrust into. 

"I don't know," he said, his voice heavy with heartbreak as he walked out of the room. 

He had told his sister because he needed his mother's ring. He wanted to propose to you in the most perfect way but he had never expected you to refuse. He thought you loved him. 

You stood at the docks, hands clasped in front of you as you talked to the man on the plank of the ship as you tried to barter your way on. 

He called your name and you turned around before looking back at the pirate, holding your money out. The man nodded, holding his hand out and gesturing for you to come onto the ship. 

You didn't look back at James Norrington again. You couldn't bear to look back at him and see the heartbreak in his eyes. 

You just listened as he yelled out your name into the distance, the sound a half sob and a half angry yell. 

Two years later, you stood at the docks of the same port you had left from years ago as you watched your captain, Jack Sparrow, have a run in with the law. 

You stayed hidden, knowing he was going to make his escape but you froze as you saw him there. 

He looked no different then before and your heart skipped a beat as you remembered that day you had left him. 

You thought back to the moment you dropped his hand, leaving him out on the balcony on his own. 

He had given you his heart that day and you had dropped it, watching as it shattered like glass on the floor in front of you and you had acted like you hadn't cared. 

You wanted to talk to him again, explain it all. Explain why you had to get away from the suffocating life but you froze when you saw him wrap his arm around Elizabeth Swann. 

She was two years younger than you and you couldn't believe that he would ever date her. He had never shown interest in her when you wet around and you assumed they had an almost familial bond. 

You could only assume what the town had said about you once you had left, that you would have been a lovely bride if you hadn't left, that you were delusional, that you were a criminal, that your mother had beaten you. 

You just hoped that Elizabeth could give him what you couldn't, that she could fix the broken pieces of him in the way that you had. 

With a heavy heart, you turned away, knowing that Elizabeth would never refuse his proposal or break his heart in the same way that you had. 

He noticed you in that moment, his heart sinking as he realised that you were with Jack, that you'd really chosen that pirating life. 

You thought he wouldn't remember you but he did and he longed to reach for you but as you walked away, you both knew it wouldn't be right to deal with all the champagne problems. 

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[inej-ruination-ghafa]

willow - S.B

evermore masterlist || champagne problems

Warnings: fighting, mention of sex, one night stands, unrequited love

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Summary: you never thought that your best friend would ever fall in love with you but after you got into a fight for him, he realised that he did love you after all

A/N: This might be the worst thing I've ever written but I had to get something else for the first day of my celebration

Wordcount: 1.5k

You sat across from Sirius in the library, a place that he did not visit often and if he did, it was only because of you. He was recapping what he had just been studying, half talking to you and half to himself. 

You weren't really listening, instead staring at him. He was distracting to say the least. In the soft lantern lights of the library, it cast a warm orange hue on him that made you want to trace the faint freckles on his cheeks like the constellation he was named after. 

All you wanted to do was run your hands through his soft hair and just never let go. To you, he was a Greek Adonis that only Aphrodite was able to claim. 

You always wondered what he thought about you, whether you were the love interest in his story or just the friendly side character who never ended up with a happy ending. 

The world bent to his will, like a willow swaying in the breeze and he could pick any girl or boy in the school that he wanted because all of them felt the same. But when he would survey the area for tonight's moment of passion, he would never count you in. 

And the problem was that you were in love with your best friend, always had been and you worried that you always would be. 

Ever since you met him on the train all you wanted to do was show him that someone cared for him. As you learnt more about him, you began to fall and fall hard for him. 

So now it was your seventh and last year at Hogwarts and despite being head over heels for the man in front of you, you knew that if he had the pick of anyone at the school, you would not be the first choice.

You'd cared for him when nobody else did, when he was just a scrawny and grumpy first year and you cared when he was in fourth year and his parents abused him and you loved him even now. 

Even if it was wrong, you would have given him anything just for one kiss, to spend even just one night wrapped in his arms, allow him to wreck your plans just so that for a moment you could call him your man. 

You were cut out of your awful daydream by Sirius who snapped his fingers, waving his hands in front of your face. 

"Earth to Y/N, you good?" He asked as he saw your vacant and clearly distressed expression. 

So you put on a smile, nodding your head as you looked at him, "Perfect, now what do you want to study next," you said, taking your book I'm your hand. 

You had finished studying and the two of you walked out into the meadow and you listened to him talk. 

You loved how passionately he spoke about things and you knew that you would do anything for him. 

You would go in a heartbeat, the second he gave you that signal you would go with him, meeting him in the dark. You wouldn't even hesitate to do whatever he wanted because you loved him even though you knew it was wrong. 

You walked outside, the cold air from the black lake making a chill rise in the air. 

You looked over at Sirius as he talked, his hair blowing in the wind and you thought he was the most beautiful man you'd ever seen. 

Then the peace and quiet the two of you had fallen into stopped and you heard a voice call out to him. 

"Sirius!" A voice called out and you both looked over to see his ex girlfriend Jessie, a ravenclaw girl. 

He rolled his eyes before walking over, going to talk to her. 

The girl had a wide smile on her face as she talked to him and you walked forward almost subconsciously

Your heart was breaking as you looked at him and Jessie, knowing that it was never going to be you. 

It was never going to be you that made him smile but then you saw the girls face turn sour. 

She seemed disgusted and he stepped away from her, holding his hands out. 

His head turned to look at you in a way that almost begged you to help and you walked forward. 

"Come on Sirius, you know that we had a good night, why not give it another go," The girl said, a smirk on her face as she placed a hand on his cheek. 

"Leave me alone Jessie, that was a mistake, I'm sorry," he said, turning away. 

"Really you blood traitor, you're gonna turn me down!" She yelled out after him as he began to walk away. 

You turned around, looking at the girl with a slight glare, beginning to walk towards the girl. Sirius watched her, never having seen the girl so angry before. 

"Why don't you just leave him alone Jessie," you said as you turned to her, trying not to say anything too drastic. 

She swore at you and you just scoffed. You don't know why this made your blood boil so much but the idea of anyone mistreating him made you angry. 

He was watching in shock. You knew he could handle it for himself but he wanted to watch as you stood up for him. 

Jessie stood there with her eyes wide, unsure what to do as you berated her about the way she treated him. 

As Sirius watched you yell at that girl, his face softened and his heart was lodged in his throat as he came to a sickening realisation. 

He loved you. 

And the feelings were so pure and all of a sudden he felt an overwhelming feeling of plain and simple fear. 

Scared that you wouldn't feel the same way towards him and that he'd ruin your friendship and fears that you would love him too and leave him just like everyone else in his life seemed to do

The realisation that he'd loved you for years finally sunk in. He loved every part of you, the good, the bad, the annoying, the hilarious.

He loved you when you would dance around the castle at night with him, your clothes soaked from the back lake and he loved you when you would prank Slytherin who made fun of you. 

He would love you no matter what and the idea scared him.

You knew that he hadn't had a good upbringing so the fact that he loved you meant that he had to overcome all of those issues he had from then. 

"Take my hand," he said, holding his hand out towards you. 

"What?" Both you and Jessuie said as you turned to look at him. 

Your face was bright red as you realised that you had gone a bit overboard in yelling at her and you were almost ashamed. 

But the soft and comforting smile on his face made all of your fears go away. 

He said your name, the words soft and calming as they fell from his lips and you took a step forward, taking his hand in yours. 

"Let's go, she's not worth it," he said and you had never heard Sirius speak to anyone like that. 

He wasn't sarcastic or arrogant or playful, he was genuine and as you walked towards him, you were ready to go. 

He just held your hand as you walked along the side of the lake, ignoring the gaze of the other students after you had blown up at Jessie. 

He pulled you towards a secluded part of the lake and you began rambling on and on about how you felt back about yelling at the girl and that if he really wanted to that he should date him. 

He laughed and you stopped rambling, cokcing your head to the side as you looked at him, confused as to why he laughed. 

He just smiled, "I love you," he said and you squinted at him, confused as to what he was saying. 

"You love me?" You questioned, taking a step back as you tried ro process it all. 

You'd been in love with Sirius Black since you could remember and now he was admitting his feelings to you. Something had to be wrong. 

"This is a prank isn't it," you said, looking around the room trying to find James, Remus and Peter. 

"No, no," he said, reaching forward and taking your hand in his, "I do, I didn't realise it before today but I always have,"

The more that he spoke, the more convinced you were and he kept rambling, something Sirius Black didn't do often. 

You smiled, "Shut up, I love you to," you said, leaning in and pressing your lips against his. 

And you realised that you weren't destined to watch as he fell in love with someone else because he had fallen in love with you. 

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tis the damn season - E.M

evermore masterlist | gold rush | tolerate it

Warnings: angst, regret, not much else

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Summary: you come back to Hawkins after years away and remember that maybe you had made a mistake by leaving Eddie behind

Wordcount: 1.7k

You were never a fan of goodbyes. It had taken you too long to mourn any family members who had died and you hated funerals. 

You thought that saying goodbye to someone in death was the hardest thing you would ever have to go through but you were wrong. The worst thing was saying goodbye to someone you loved. 

Two years ago you had loved Eddie munson and you were going strong for nearly three years when you graduated with a scholarship to a university in Chicago and he had failed to graduate. 

You had begun to drift away after you noticed the somber look on his face when you collected your diploma, knowing he wasn't going to go with you. 

After that the arguments started to bubble up over simple things until you managed to push him away. 

There were so many times when you went to bed thinking about the end of your relationship, regretting things and wondering what you could have done to preserve the love that the two of you shared. 

Now, after two years, you were back in your hometown and you knew it was inevitable to bump into Eddie but you weren't ready for it. 

As you parked up outside of the church, you looked around at the scene around you. Hawkins hadn't changed and never would. 

You weren't sure why you had driven here but you had drove past your parents house and just went until your heart told you to stop. 

Your mother had mentioned how the mall had made main street lose business but it all seemed to be busy now that you were here but that might just be because it was Christmas.

The tacky lights that were hung from the shops led to a large Christmas tree that was all but naked and you remembered how awful this place was. 

You had escaped from it all. You had escaped from the town but you hadn't escaped your body and stuck up parents who seemed to think they knew best. 

But the worst thing you had ever done was leave him here. 

You may have escaped but Eddie Munson hadn't. He was the love of your life and he always would be, no man would ever compare to him and you are sure of it. 

Your parents never approved of your relationship with him but you didn't care. It was only when you left for college two years ago that you knew you had to let him go.

He had watched as you drove away in the taxi, tears in his eyes as he let you go. 

You didn't really want to break up so when you had suggested the idea of not doing one distance you had expected him to fight for you. 

He had done the opposite of that and had told you that you should leave and forget that Hawkins ever existed. That he ever existed. 

That made you even more mad because how could you leave him. It had ended in a yelling match and three days later you hugged him before getting into a taxi and letting it take you far away from Hawkins.  

Then you saw him in the distance. 

Eddie Munson. In all of his rocker glory. 

He hadn't changed, he still had hi long hair and even in winter he wore that leather jacket and a helldire shirt underneath, a cigarette tucked between his teeth. 

He chucked it onto the floor, lifting up the heel of his boot and crushing it into the sidewalk before turning towards your direction, his eyes still trained on the floor. 

You froze, wondering if he had spotted you yet and you looked around before waking over, deciding to break the ice. 

"Hey," you said and he looked up at you, recognising the sweet pitch of your voice instantly. 

His eyes were wide as he looked at you in your long red trench coat that you'd wrapped around yourself to protect you from the harsh Hawkins winds. 

Just seeing you again took his breath away and he didn't know what to say. Because as he looked at you, he realised that he was still completely and utterly enamoured with you and he thinks he always will be. 

He uttered your name and it sent chills down your spine. God, you had missed him more than you had initially thought. 

"Hi," he said, unsure of what else to say.  He was choking on his words but eventually he managed to say, "You're back,"

You chuckled nervously, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your sweater as you looked at him. 

Words had always come easy when talking to Eddie so now to be unsure what to say felt wrong, you seemed to have lost that friendly spirit that made you so perfect for each other. 

"Yeah, mum and dad invited me up," you said with a half hearted smile. 

He never liked your parents and that was because they didn't like him and never put any effort into liking him. But that never deterred him because he still cared about you, even if your parents disapproved. 

"Uh, where are you staying? With your parents?" He asked, his hands in his pockets as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. 

"Yeah, with my parents," you stated, giving him a half hearted smile. 

You remembered nights when he had climbed up your mothers roses and snuck in through the windows. You had gotten high and held each other until the sun rose the next morning. 

You shook off the memory and tried to keep a nice level of small talk between the two of you, not wanting to make it awkward. 

"How's school?" He asked. 

You shrugged, "Its Chicago you know, still too cold," you said with a forced chuckle. 

Chicago was nice in the winters but you missed the Hawkins winters too. It was a type of cold that left fog on every window and you had missed the warm cozy feeling of home. 

"Nice, nice," he said, eyes looking anywhere but at you, "You staying long?"

"Um, just for the week, I have to be back before New year's," you explained. 

You never thought that there would be an awkward conversation between the two of you, even arguments ended in a comfortable silence. But now, neither of you knew what to say after nearly two years apart.  

"It's good to see you again Munson," you said, breaking the awkward tension in the air. 

He cracked a small smile as he looked at you and your heavy fluttered. Even though it was forced, you loved his smile. 

It was one of the things that you had missed in Chicago, the sight of waking up next to Eddie in the middle of the day, your lip connecting with his and when you pulled away he would have a giddy smile on his face. 

"Well, uh, I'll see you later," he said with a forced smile, ready to turn away and leave when you decided to blurt out your feelings. 

"I still care about you Eddie and I know if you say you don't then I'll just go home to my friends in Chicago and it won't matter bec-" you started rambling, having finally built up the courage to tell him how you feel. 

Eddie smiled, biting his lip slightly but he had enough of your talking. He leant in, hands on either side of your face as he pulled you in. 

As he pulled you in for a kiss, cutting off your sentence, you remembered why you had loved him in the first place. You missed the distinct taste of cigarettes and mint gum on his tongue. You missed the feeling of his skin on yours. 

You loved him and you always had, college hadn't changed that and no matter how many frat boys you had tried to date, none of them compared to Eddie. 

Your eyes were wide as he pulled away and you were still sort of in shock, not yet sure of what his feelings for you are. 

"I don't want this to just be a thing while you're here," he said as he leant his forehead against yours, looking down at you, "I'm gonna graduate and I'm going to join you in Chicago,"

"I always wanted you to tell me not to go," you said, a smile on your face a you opened your eyes, "I've always loved you,"

"I've always loved you too," he repeated before leaning in for another passionate kiss. 

This time one of his hands went to your cheek gently and the other went to your hip, pulling you as close as he could to you, his tight grip on your hip juxtaposing the soft touch on your cheek. 

You pulled away to catch your breath, a smile on your face. You hadn't felt this happy in years. 

You realised that you'd driven here fir a reason. Every road that you took led back to your home. Your home was Eddie and that was something you'd only just realised. 

You didn't believe in fate or miracles but if you did, you were sure that fate had brought the two of you together again after all this time.

He looked at the goofy grin you had on your face, the pad of his thumb tracing the curve of your swollen lips. 

"What?" He questioned, mirroring your giddy expression. 

"Tis the damn season Eddie Munson," you said before grabbing his collar and pulling him in for another passionate kiss. You weren't letting go of him again. 

[inej-ruination-ghafa]

dorothea - J.P

evermore masterlist | happiness | coney island

Warnings: fame, sadness, not many that I can think of, Canon divergent timeline

Summary: you had left the magical world to become an actress but have come back after a few years to realise its lonely

Wordcount: 1.6k

The forest was silent, the only sounds were the crunching of autumn leaves and the vivacious laughs of two children. 

You and James were only ten years old and running through the forest on a fake wizarding mission. 

You both lived next to each other in the small wizarding community and your families were close friends and they had been since you were both born. 

You laughed, a high pitched giggle as you raised a stick above your head, pretending pretending to cast a curse on hi.

James fell to the floor, laughing as he pretended to he caught in a curse. 

You walked over and helped him up, brushing the autumn leaves off of him. 

"Hey Y/N," he said, his voice more timid then usual. 

"Yeah," you replied, looking down at him - you were taller then him at ten years old.

"Promise me you'll always think of me, you'll never forget me," he said, almost sounding worried. 

You chuckled, reaching your hand out and holding your pinky finger out, "Promise Jamie," you said. 

He smiled at you, wide toothy smile despite the fact that he was missing one of his front teeth, "Promise," he replied, linking his pinky finger with yours. 

Years later, as he watched you from afar from the other side of diagon alley, he wondered if you ever thought about him. If you remembered your days shared in the wood, running around with no other care. 

It was back before either of you cared about the wizardinf war or school or relationships. It was back when you were just James and Y/N.

You were the first girl he had ever been in love with, like truly in love with. 

Lily had reminded him of you. You both had the same humour and the same morals towards life and the same wide smile whenever something would make you happy. 

Just seeing you again made James' heart flutter and he couldn't take his eyes off of you. 

You'd become a muggle actress since you left town and you were famous for the Hollywood films but here in diagon alley, you were almost anonymous apart from muggleborns who knew you. 

You had a wide smile as you talked to two eleven year old girls, their brown hair tied in braids. 

"Prongs," Sirius said before freezing when he saw you again. 

He knew all about you and James. 

The two of you had been inseperable during school, practically best friends. You would do everything together and you were an honourary member of the mauraders. 

"Why don't you talk to her James?" He asked, watching as you waved goodbye to the two kids and waked into madam malkins. 

James had many dates, girls and boys who all wanted to be with him. But he never wanted any of them, he only ever wanted you. 

He had broken up with Regulus after leaving the school and that was his first heartbreak. It was even more heartbreaking to hear of his passing last year. 

After that he had a small fling with Lily to quell his gried but they weren't compatible, constantly arguing and yelling at one another. 

"She's famous now Sirius," he said, sighing, "I'm sure she wants nothing to do with me,"

He never saw you anymore. The last time yiu saw each other was over a year ago at a wedding that both of your families went too. 

The only place he saw you was on the muggle screen bit he was proud of you and wanted you to succeed in your dreams. 

Two weeks later, he went to a school reunion that a Sirius was hosting at his and James' house and they had invited you. 

He was nervous to see you again because he hadn't talked to you in 18 months. 

The home didnt feel the same without your cheerful smile that could light up an entire room. 

James spent the first hour of the party not able to talk to you. He just kept staring at you from across the party, a smile on his face as he looked at you. 

"Merlin, Prongs, just go talk to her," Remus said, shaking his head as he looked between you and James. 

James sighed. He wondered if you ever thought about when the two of you went to prom together before you left, when you pranked the whole school. 

He wished that he would have realised how special you were to him then but he was still fixated on Lily Evans and her perfect orange hair and her big green eyes. 

"She wouldn't want to talk to me, she's all perfect and I'm not," he said, his self doubt and insecurities breaking in and ruining his confidence, knocking him down. 

Remus scoffed, shocked that his best friend, a total ladies and man's man would ever be nervous to talk to anyone. 

"Come on, don't be a coward," sirius said as he walked over. 

"Shut up," James huffed, folding his arms across his chest in annoyance. 

Remus sighed, looking at sirius before calling out, "Oy, Y/N, over here!" He called out. 

James blushed, afraid you'd turn them down but you rushed over, pulling the three boys in for a big hug. 

"I've missed you all so much," you said. 

It had been four years since you'd moved to Hollywood and you might be 22 now but it felt like something was nodding. 

"How's work?" Sirius asked.

"Good, good," you said, not sure what else to say about it. 

You loved your job but sometimes it tired you out and you missed openly being a wizard in your society. 

"If you're ever tired of being famous, you could always come back here," Remus suggested, half joking and half serious. 

You nodded, chuckling slightly, "Yeah, it's nice to come back here and know that not many people care about how famous you are outside of the room. 

You loved fame and you loved the joy that came with acting but you did realise that you sort of had to chose between the wizarding world and muggles. 

"I miss all of you, all if this," you said, a smile on your face as you talked to Remus and Sirius and James. 

James' heart fluttered and he opened his mouth, about to ask to talk to you in private when Sirius cut on. 

"Me and Remus actually have to go do something, we miss you too Y/N, you should visit more," he said, the two saying goodbye to her before walking away, leaving you and James together. 

You thought about all those childhood afternoons spent with him, your best friend and soulmate, whether that be platonic or romantic.

"How are you doing?" He asked and you shrugged. 

"I'm feeling okay, I've been filming for a while but I'm taking a break for six months, then I have this TV show I'm filming," you explained, "It's tiring,"

"Sounds like it," he said. 

It was quiet. Not a comfortable silence but an awkward one, a silence where neither of you quite knew what to say to one another. 

"Is it too late?" You asked, leaning into the warmth of his hand on your cheek. 

"Too late?" He questioned. 

You nodded, "Too late to come back to you, I missed you James," you admitted, the weight lifting off of your chest after years of keeping the secret. 

He looked into your eyes, seeing everything he had ever wanted like stars in the galaxy, glowing brighter then anything before. 

His breath hitched in his throat, "It's not too late, I've sort of been on love with you since we were eighteen," he said, a nervous smile on his face. 

You let out a nervous chuckle, "Merlin Jamss, I've been in love with you since we were fifteen," you said, leaning closer to him, feeling his breath warm against your lips. 

He smirked, "You always try to one up me don't you love?" He questioned jokingly and you smiled, too enamoured with him to fight back right now. 

"Just kiss me," you said almost breathlessly and he nodded, leaning in and pressing his lips against yours. 

It was better than you had ever imagined, the soft yet slightly chapped texture of his lips and the taste of mint and alcohol on his tongue. 

You leant in closer, deepening the kiss as your hand moved up, running through his hair and tangling through it.

All the sounds in the room and the music and the loud talking all faded away and all that mattered was you and James together. 

He sighed into the kiss. For the first time in his life, he felt completely at ease, like nothing bad could ever happen to them. 

It was like he didn't need to worry about the war, or his auror training or anything else bad going on in the world. 

You pulled away, both of you resting your foreheads against one another. 

You both hust relished in the peace and quiet and the comfortable silence you both basked in.  

"Hey James," you said, interrupting the silence. 

"Yeah," he replied, his voice deeper and slightly giddy. 

"Did you ever stop and think about me?" You questioned, eyes on his. 

He chuckled, "Every single day love, every God damn day," he said, glad that he plagued your mind just as much as he plagued yours. 

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tolerate it - L.L

evermore masterlist | tis the damn season | no body no crime

Warnings: arranged marriages, blood, mentions of fighting, poison, depression.

Summary: you hoped that your arranged marriage to loki would end up in you two in love but he couldn't even tolerate you.

Wordcount: 2k

To any asgardian who looked around, the palace was a place of refuge, a large Saint and golden place where the gods resided. 

Everyone worshipped them, seeing Thor as the answer to all issues with his golden hair and his charming smile. They saw Odin as a hero who fought for this land and they saw Frigga as a mother to all who loved and cherished all of her disciples. 

You didn't care all that much for them. Yes, you were glad they kept the peace and you had a patriotic heart to Asgard where you lived but you weren't overly obsessed. 

Your father wasn't either or at least that was until he began to lose money to gambling. 

You were the only child to your father and mother who were two members of nobility in Asgard. They were well respected in their communities and you were to be entered into society next week in your debutante ball where you would find a husband. 

You weren't interested in finding a husband at your age but you had to. Before you even knew it, it was time for the ball and you were walking down those steps in matching pure white dresses with the other girls, ready to find someone to spend the rest of your lives with. 

Arranged marriages were things of the past to many Asgardians and this ball was just a chance to find someone with similar social status to marry. 

You could already see your friend Aspen talking to a dashing young man in the corner and your other friend Olivia with a brunette girl by the drinks table. 

Nobody had caught your eye yet and not many had approached you. You were beginning to wonder if nobody wanted you at all. 

You were shocked to say the least when your father told you who you were being matched with that night. Loki Odinson, youngest son of Odin and the God of Mischief. 

Any woman would have wanted to marry a Prince but nobody wanted Loki with his nefarious ways and his mischievous charm. 

You were married within a week and every night you'd eat dinner alone after getting it all ready for him. 

He seemed to have no desire with harboring an heir and he was so much older than you that you wondered if he even acknowledged you. 

At parties and dinners and events he would be by your side, occasionally pressing a kiss to your cheek or your hand but behind closed doors he didnt care. 

Behind closed doors, he would only talk to you when he needed to and often you felt like you were just taking up too much space in his life. 

Every time he went on a mission with Thor, you would wait for him on the night night knew he was coming back in the study like he had asked you to, donned in a green robe. 

You would watch the door and wait for him, not because you were worried for his safety but because this was your job as a dutiful wife. 

He would always return bloodied up slightly, brushing you off and muttering that you should go to bed.

You'd lay there on the cold silks and watch as he would lay down next to you, eyes closed as he breathed heavily. 

Sometimes you wondered if it was all in your head, that he actually did care about you and was showing it to you in some sick and twisted way. 

But you shook your head, discarding the idea because it was silly and made no sense that a man who was supposed to love you until the day you died would ever pretend to hate you.

You'd been married for nearly a year and the routine was beginning to bore you, spend a few days alone, wait by the door, be ignored by him for the next week unless there were social gatherings and then it all repeated. 

This time you waited, eyes trained on the clock as you began to sketch on your easel. 

Painting and art had become a passion of yours in your solitude and you enjoyed the scenery that the palace welcomed. 

Despite that, you were tired of this life of being alone and constantly having to pretend that you're happy. 

You were planning on running away. You had a bag packed with all the stuff you needed and you were going to wait until his next mission to make your escape. 

Maybe you'd beg with Heimdall to transport you to a better place or maybe you'd join the slums of Asgard, a small and minuscule area that you weren't all too familiar with. 

All you knew is that you wanted to get out of this torture of the monotonous routine you seemed to follow every month. 

And every time you thought maybe he could like you and you him, he would turn a cold shoulder on you and leave you out in the cold. 

You felt like Sisyphus, cursed to commit the same act over and over again for all of eternity, knowing the outcome of this will be no different to the previous time. 

You were interrupted from your thoughts by the sound of the door slamming behind you and you turned to see Loki standing in the doorway, his face dripping in blood. 

You had never seen him this bad before and you instantly leaped to your feet, ushering him into your shared bedroom. 

You brought out a wash cloth and when you came back, he was sitting down in the bed.

You sat on the bed next to him, a damp wash cloth in hand as you dabbed at the wound on his cheek that seemed infected - it must have been a poison blade. 

Loki hissed, his hand coming up to grab your wrist which made you stop your tender touch and your eyes moved to his. 

"Be careful," he said through gritted teeth. 

You just rolled your eyes, "I wanted to be a nurse Loki, I know what I'm doing," you said as he let go of your wrist, allowing you to continue your ministrations, "What poison is this?"

"You can tell its infected?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at you. 

You scoffed, "I'm not an idiot Loki," you stated, annoyed at how he still underestimated you. 

He nodded his head, a slight pink tinge rising up his neck as he felt the embarrassment boil up. He never wanted to make you feel like you were an idiot. 

You muttered that you were going to get the healing salve for the poison and you walked out the room. 

When you came back in, he was sitting on the bed still but he looked more reserved then he did before.

"Thank you," he said, trying not to make eye contact with you. 

"I'm sure you've never said that before," you said, looking up at him to see him staring at the distance.

"I mean it Y/N, thanks for looking after me," he said, his voice still quiet though. 

"It's weird that you're being nice," you said with a scoff. 

"I'm always nice," he said, half serious and half joking

That just made you angry. How dare he say he was being nice when all he had been to you every since your wedding day had been dismissive and arrogant. 

You stood up, annoyed at the way he was treating you, "I do everything for you and all I get is insulted in return, you have never been nice to me," you exclaimed, your frustration finally bubbling over. 

He looked up at you from his spot on the bed with wide eyes, almost shocked that you had finally stood up for yourself. 

"You're out once a month keeping the peace in the other words and I do everything for you. I organise parties and I make sure your public image is good but all I end up as is a footnote in the list of things you need to take care of!" You raised your voice. 

He said your name, the word soft against his lips and you looked over at him, realising that maybe you had been a bit too abrasive but at this moment, you didn't care. 

You were proud of yourself for finally having stood up for yourself. You were ready to let him go and you didn't want to be treated like a doormat anymore, like something he could easily discard

He smiled at you and you were tried to decipher it. Was it mocking, was he trying to insult you? You weren't quite sure. 

"Don't look at me like that," you said, folding your arms across your chest. 

"Like what?" He asked, trying to hide the teasing smile from his face. He liked your outburst and though he wouldn't admit it out loud, he found it rather sexy.

"Like you're mocking me, I know you Loki," you said, trying to stand your ground but his intimidating gaze made it hard. 

"And I know you too," he stayed and you scoffed. 

"You know nothing about me!" You exclaimed, fire burning in your veins as you leant over him. 

He stood up, making it so now he was the one towering over you. He scoffed, narrowing his eyebrows at you.

"I know things about you," he stated, his tone angry, "You like those watercolour paints I buy you from the market, your favourite flower is a tulip, preferably orange, you hate that green robe but I think you look stunning in it,"

It took your breath away how much he actually knew about you. You didn't even know he had listened that much. 

"You're the one that buys me those paints?" You ask hesitantly, your eyes still focused on his. 

"Yes," he said softly, softer than he'd ever spoken to you before, "Costs me a pretty penny but it's all worth it to see the art you make. It's almost as beautiful as you,"

He reached down, brushing a piece of hair from your face, tucking it gently behind your ear. When he pulled his hand away, you could still feel the ghostly touch of his calloused hand against your skin. 

"I'm sorry I've treated you so poorly, I just didn't want you to get to know me and then you grew to hate me. It was better for you to just hate this persona then for you to hate the real me," he explained. 

You whispered his name, the word sounding soft on your lips and you caught the quiet sigh he let out when you said his name. 

"Could you, ever forgive me?" He asked, his voice hesitant, almost like he was afraid you'd reject him. 

You smiled at him. This was the first time you'd ever seen him so vulnerable and you reached up, your hand going to rest on his cheek and he leant into the warmth. 

"Definitely," you said. 

He leaned down slowly, almost questioning whether you wanted this as well but when he saw that glimmer in your eyes, he knew you wanted this. 

He pressed his lips against yours and you melted into his touch. He hadn't kissed you on the lips since your wedding day almost a year ago and you had forgotten how soft his lips were. 

You never wanted to pull away but when you did, he placed his hand on your cheek, slowly tracing circles over your cheekbone. 

"Can I put the ointment on now?" You asked, having completely forgotten about it. 

"Yes darling," he said, his voice quiet and soft. 

As he brushed the pad of his thumb over your cheek he smiled to himself, maybe he didn't just tolerate you, maybe he'd loved you all along. 

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[inej-ruination-ghafa]

coney island - S.R

evermore masterlist | dorothea | ivy

Warnings: mentions of children, major character death, true love, depression, death

Summary: you and Steve had been in love all those years ago and now you came back to the same spot you two used to go to together

Wordcount: 1.5k

You sat on the bench on Coney Island, a sad smile on your face as you watched the sun set over the horizon. 

The moment was bittersweet because as beautiful as the view was, it was the view you used to watch with him. 

You loved Steve Rogers before the nation did. 

You loved his smile and his scrawny arms and his sense of humour. You loved him despite his allergies and despite his lack of strength. 

You had watched him grow, not only into his new body but as a person. 

Becoming a super soldier made him more confident and you watched that confidence bloom like a flower on an early spring morning. 

You were by his side as his girlfriend during it all. During the fighting and the battles and the crazy stunts he had to go through as captain America. 

You would wait for him to come home and hold his now much larger figure in your arms after a mission.

Now you're sitting and watching as the sun goes down. You wish he was still here, his warm skin against yours as you talked about your days. 

It was just disappointment whenever you'd open your eyes and he wasn't there. 

Coney Island was your perfect date and the two of you had spent hours and hours wandering around doing mundane things with each other. You would both come here before and after he became captain America. 

He had left on that mission and told you he would do anything in his power to avenge bucky and you knew he would. 

Bucky had been your friend too and both of you had been thoroughly heartbroken when he had been killed. 

You would wake up every morning and check the mailbox because you knew that every morning was like spinning a roulette wheel and one day you were going to lose and Steve wasn't going to come home.

You had woken up and walked to the door, your stomach sinking as you saw Colonel Philips standing there, a letter in his hands and a solemn look on his face. 

With shaky hands, you opened the letter in your hands and you read it before collapsing into a fit of sobs, the colonel patting you on the back to try and comfort you. 

It had been difficult afterwards to know how to function without Steve but you slowly got used to it.

You were the last one in your trio and you weren't sure what to do now. 

So you sat on the bench in Coney Island wondering where your teenage years went. Where all the years with Steve and Bucky running around went. 

You wondered if you had been too quick to suggest that they fight for their country.

Steve had told you he loved you the day before he enrolled and left for camp lehigh and you had started your relationship.

You wondered if you would have told him that he shouldn't go and that the two of you would be happy there that you would have both lived. That you would both be sitting on the bench tonight. 

The war may have been won but at what cost? How much had you been willing to pay? You'd paid a lot. You'd lost both your best friends to the vacuum that was war and you were lost in an abyss. 

If you can't relate to them anymore, what do you do? Who do you talk to and care about and know everything about? Who do you love? 

The questions all pound in your head and there's not much else you can do.  

You could sit there and ask questions and run scenarios over and over again but you'd just be rolling in your guilt, drowning in it and suffocating. 

You loved Steve and after he became captain America and got all the muscles and the height, he wondered if you would love him anymore. 

You had chuckled when he had said that and looked up at him for the first time in your life, placing your hands against his cheeks as you told him that you would love him no matter what happened. No matter what he looked like or what he did, he would always be Steve Rogers to you, always be yours. 

After that you had both gone to Coney Island again and walked along the path, even though now you had to look up at him when the two of you talked.

You two still got on like a house on fire despite his changes and even though you missed him when he went on long and tedious missions, you wouldn't change your relationship for everything. 

Steve Rogers was everything you could have ever wanted in a relationship.

He was always kind, caring, funny, the most gentle man you'd ever met. He was the dictionary definition of perfect. 

You'd also become friends with peggy Carter very quickly and the two of you would work together behind the scenes whenever she'd come to New York. 

You liked being able to help with the war effort even if it was only a little bit, it made you feel like you had done something to contribute to helping Steve. 

You didn't want to just sit at home and work your normal job when you could be doing something to help the war effort. 

It was the least you could do with your boyfriend and the love of your life being the symbol for peace and freedom and victory in the country. 

You treasured every letter you received from him and every time he would find a way to get a message to you. 

You missed the feeling of him against you and despite the fact that you applauded what he did, you missed him. 

But as you sat on the bench in Coney Island, looking down at the wood and the spot where you and Steve carved your initials into it. 

You traced your fingers along the initials, tears in your eyes as you looked at it, a tear rolling down your cheek as you wondered where did he go. 

Just under a century later, Steve Rogers stood at the bench in Coney Island, looking down at your initials carved into the old wood. 

It seemed like only yesterday that he was shorter and skinnier and you two were sitting Here with an old coke bottle in hand, watching as the sun set. 

He had been taken out of the ice and now after the battle of new York he decided to go back to a place that held so many fond memories that over the years had turned bittersweet. 

He wondered how many times you had come here and sat down, wondering what if would be like if you both had been able to be together. 

Steve wondered if you'd be sitting there with yours and his children, running around and getting cotton candy and being a normal family. 

He wanted two kids, two beautiful children who were the combination of the two of you and he would love you both like he had ever loved anything. 

It hurt his heart and it pained him deep to his soul that he couldn't be here with you. He would give anything to hold you in his arms again, to smell the scent of your perfume and the soft feeling of your clothes. 

He had done so much for this country and now he was left alone without you and Bucky, something he had never wanted to imagine and something that cut him deep in his soul.  

America loved him and they loved you for what you had done but he didn't care about any of it. 

If he could go back and be with you and just start over again he'd take that chance in an instant without any hesitation. 

He loved you after all these years and he knew that you loved him until your dying day. 

You'd done so much in your life. You had advocated for soldiers through all the wars in history, promoting equality for all and freedom. 

You had helped Peggy set up Shield and had been one of the main leaders throughout quite a lot of your life. 

But now as Steve sat down on the bench in Coney Island, he wondered where all the time had gone and how he could get you back. 

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Hello! I rlly loved your James Norrington fic! And I was wondering if you plan on ever doing more for him in the future? Have a great day!

I'm so glad you liked it! I would love to write more James Norrington if the inspiration comes to me.

There isn't many people in the fandom so i don't get many asks about it but if you have any ideas I'd love to hear it :)