"I'm not a materialistic man, Ms.L/N" "And I'm not a fool for a women, Mr.Nanami" gojo satoru recalls nanami's first and only love COMPLETED / UNDER EDITING jjk nanami x reader slight triggers mentions of death

Bucky Barnes had found refuge on a small farm in Montana two years ago. It was there that the Winter Soldier seemed to disappear from his mind and Bucky was able to be himself again. He fell in love with a young woman. Ray introduced him into a world of acceptance and love. She showed him that he deserved to be happy. Of course, HYDRA wouldn't truly let go of their Winter Solider. And after certain events led to his and Ray's capture, and they found refuge in Wakanda, Bucky decided that his best option was to go back under until they could completely wipe The Winter Solider from his mind. All that was a year ago. Ray had spent that year on the run with Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, and Natasha Romanoff, all while wondering when it would be time fo bring Bucky back to life. But when Ray suddenly and randomly falls ill, they have no choice but to return to Wakanda and bring him to life. Their only hope in saving Ray's life is finding the man that's hidden so well from the world. | Somewhat AU Bucky B. fan fiction | || I do not own any of the Marcel characters ||

After the events of D.C., The Winter Soldier escaped both HYDRA and SHIELD with barely his life and a mix of memories that he couldn't put back into place. Boarding between the Winter Soldier and Bucky Barnes, he ends up in a small town that barely heard even a whisper of the Winter Soldier. Ray Smith's past was very similar to the infamous Bucky Barnes. At sixteen years old, she lost both her leg and her memory in a terrible accident. But she walked away with her life and her family. Now ten years later, she's returned to the old town she grew up in to look after her parents and the land she grew up on. Little did she know how drastically her life would change the day a stranded man landed on her doorstep.

"You might as well shoot me, you've already ripped out my soul." [mature themes throughout]

"Maybe nothing's wrong, maybe our worlds are just spinning out of time."

You meet John in an unconventional way.

Mrs T clapped her hands, eyebrows raised and a smile curving at her lips. "Exactly y/n, you start with your heading, you say dear and then the person you are talking to, and then put a comma. Then you put a space under it and say what you want to say. Then you say from, comma, and then your name. But..." Mrs T.'s eyes glinted mischievously, "do you want to know a really fancy way of saying 'From'?" All the kids shouted a yes in unison, but no one louder than y/n. "Sincerely" her teacher stated, writing on the board at the same time. The word sort of stuck with her and she didn't know why. Sincerely, sincerely, sincerely Finally, it was her classmate Caleb who voiced what everyone was wondering, "why are we learning this miss T?" "Pen Pals, my dear kids. You're going to make a new friend today!" #1 in MCYT- April 5, 2021 #1 in Sincerely #1 in Big Q #6 in dreamsmp

|BOOK ONE| Mae Dameron was a woman with one too many secrets. She held secrets of how she was taken from her family back on Yavin 4. Of the intense and brutal training that a sith lord had put her through. Of the nasty remarks her new guardian had always spit at her. And most importantly, she held in the secret of her being a grey Jedi. Lucky for her, her partner in crime never asked too many questions. |Highest Rankings| #1 in starwars #1 in themandalorian #1 in mandalorian #1 in starwarsfic #1 in starwarsfanfiction #1 in dindjarin #1 in dindjarinxoc #1 in pedropascal |Started: 6/26/2020| |Ended: 12/11/2020|

24 new emails looked back at you from the screen. You could feel the headache setting in, but you opened your email anyway, looking through the new messages. Two from your statistics professor, about a new assignment, another one from the RA in the dorm building, one from the admissions office, about your application to the study abroad program, one from your American history professor- Hold the phone. You rapidly clicked on the email from the admissions office, scanning through the paragraphs. Reviewing your application to the program... taking into account your grades and your major... looking at schools in the area... pleased to say we can accept you into the program. Accepted. Part of you had forgotten that you had applied in the first place; it had been months ago back at the end of last semester, and then you had gone home for the summer and put it behind you. But being back at school had brought it to the forefront of your mind again. This was great. You had needed some good news today. Turning up the music, you danced out of your desk chair and jumped around the room a little, excited. You were going to Mexico for a semester. You could already picture it now - warm weather, good food, and firsthand experience speaking Spanish for at least six months, maybe more. Not to mention all the adventures you could have in a foreign country. This would be something you would remember for years, and just thinking about it made your day better.

𝓐 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟, 𝕒 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕒 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥, 𝕚𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙. ◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈ "𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣?" "𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖." ◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈ Technoblade x Reader ◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈ I'm so sorry to the people who know me and are reading this. Please feel free to print, translate, and share this story to others. It's meant to be shared ❤️