#was walking and thi came to me like a vision

[sherbetlemonss]

Boyd using his new and improved lasers to play with a cat

[maiko-san]

Catnap + Dogday x Reader (Part 6)

<<< Part 5

Relationship : Fluff

Warning : ⚠️ Mention of blood, mild amnesia ⚠️

Recap : After inhaling the red smoke, you find yourself awake in Catnap's hidden room. For some reason, you don't remember what happened before you got here....

Yet again, you wake up from your slumber. You let out a groan and massage your temple.

Your head is throbbing and your whole body aches for no reason. Probably you slept on the wrong side of the bed— wait.

This is Catnap's room.

You're laying on his large cat bed and you begin to question yourself...

Why are you here?

You remember being in the infirmary after you exhausted yourself with work. But something doesn't feel right and you swore something happened after.

You try to remember what had happened but nothing came up, everything is a blur.

It made you feel frustrated.

A sharp pain in your head makes you jolt as you hisses in pain. You decide to ease yourself from thinking too much.

"Catnap?" you called out for the feline mascot.

Silence.

Where did the cat go?

You look around the room and notice a tray with medicines on them with a few bottles of water.

You pick up the pills and it was the prescription given by the doctor for your headaches.

You didn't think twice and took the pill so it will make your headaches go away.

After that you lay back down on the soft bed, you can return to your office after your headaches goes away.

As much as you want to walk back to your office, you don't want to stumble around like a drunk idiot and hurt yourself.

You close your eyes and rest....

Purr...purr...purr...

You hear soft purring in your ears, you slowly open your eyes and purple fur fills your vision.

You knew who it was and it is Catnap.

Hugging you close to his body with one arm over you as he purrs softly in his sleep. His body is curled around you in a protective manner.

You unconsciously bring your hand up and rub the feline's head, causing his purring to become louder.

"Star..."

Catnap's eyes open as he stares down at you, he shifts a bit to give you some space.

"How....are you...feeling?"

"I feel a little bit better...hmm...I remember being in the infirmary, did you bring me here Catnap?"

"Yes...I brought you here.... the infirmary bed is...bad...and not good for sleeping"

You hum at his response as you continue to pet him, Catnap closes his eyes and accepts the affection he's receiving from you.

You smile at the sight of the purring cat, you quite enjoy petting him and the other SC. They were made to comfort children in the orphanage after all.

You lift yourself off the bed and stretch yourself, "Well, I guess it's time for me to go back to my office!" this caused Catnap to snap out from his purring state.

"You can't!"

This causes you to flinch slightly at his sudden change of tone, "Why?" you questioned the cat.

Catnap froze, why didn't he think this through? He doesn't want you to go back to your office and see the massacre.

Also, the risk of losing you to the other toys is high.

"Everything.... already closed down"

Catnap said. It's entirely true that it's already past closing time. The playcare and the cable car usually shut down after 9:00 p.m. The only people who have access to everything are the night guards.

"What?! It's already past 9:00 p.m.?!"

You were shocked. You've slept that long? Catnap nods as you rub your forehead, guess you have to sleep in for the night huh.

You pucker up your lips before your stomach lets out a loud growl indicating your hunger.

Catnap's ears perk up at the sound as you smile sheepishly, "I haven't eaten since afternoon...I do remember leaving my lunch on my table" you hummed.

"I'll go get it!"

Catnap said as he stands up on all fours. Before you could question him, Catnap jumps up to the hole above leaving you inside the room.

"Huh?! Catnap, wait! Take me with you!"

You called out for him but to no avail. You let out a sigh as you stare up at the entrance on the ceiling. This room is easy to get in but hard to get out.

You have no choice but to wait for Catnap to come back.

You wait...

and...wait...

waiting....

What's taking Catnap so long?

You wish there's a clock in here and you don't have a watch to tell you the time. You assume he was gone for 15 minutes now.

Then, you hear something and it comes from the hole.

"Catnap?"

Something large drops down onto the cat bed, causing you to flinch. It was a blue box with a star on it. It has a crank on its side too. Is it...a music box?

For some reason, you feel the sense of deja vu.

You stare at it for a while, narrowing your eyes at the box.

You just couldn't keep your eyes away from it, if you do something bad would happen.

You and this mysterious box are engaged in a staring competition.

A few minutes pass and nothing happens but that uneasy feeling hasn't left your guts.

Then, the box begins to wind up and plays the well known 'Pop's goes the weasel'

'Get. the. f*ck. outta. there!'

As soon you take a step back, the lid pops and comes out from it, was a monster with razor sharp teeth and claws covered in fresh blood.

By the blessing from the god, you somehow slip and avoid getting eaten by the red headed monster.

"Sh*t!"

That's the only thing you could cry out as you quickly get to your feet and run.

But...where?!

The box monster springs itself towards you like a charging bull, you scream out in fear as you yet again dodge it but it manages to scratch your leg.

You fall on to the ground as you watch your leg bleed, the box monster stalks towards you with hungry eyes.

Your body begin to shakes in fear.

There's no way you can survive this, there is no escape!

As the monster lunges at you, you feel something sharp hooking itself on the back of your shirt and drags you high up.

The box monster was surprised as you are, it let out a frustrated roar as you feel yourself being dragged away by a strange force.

A/n : I know it's a short chapter but I want to leave a cliffhanger.

Also, the Reader had mild amnesia but having it doesn't mean that she forgot her entire identity!

It is only the memories of the previous event were wiped out and she only forgot the event of her being kidnapped and the hour of joy.

But she does remember being in the infirmary, resting.

[gojos-fr-bae]

The Altar

Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader

Genre: angst, so much angst,

Word count: 650

Warnings: Cursing, break up if u don't wanna see it

A/N: I'm literally so addicted to angst wth, but also, I might write a part 2 as well so lemme know what ya'll think. Also, unedited so...

Today was the day. Your wedding day. The day you had been dreaming of since you found out what weddings were. As much as you knew that weddings technically weren’t a necessity, you wanted the whole world to know that you were marrying the love of your life. But the more you sat in your dressing room in your elegant white dress, looking up at the clock as seconds ticked by terror and dread began to sink in.

It was an hour since you were meant to be called out to walk down the aisle and you couldn’t take it anymore. You burst open the double door and ran halfway up the parted crowd of people before you noticed how everyone was looking up at you in pity.

Your breathing began to pick up and you began to feel dizzy, turning around and being met with his best man, Suguru, looking at you, face coated with pity and anger.

“I’m so, sorry Y/N” he whispered.

“Suguru what the hell is going on”

He just looked down at his feet, apologizing again In an almost inaudible tone, fists gripped around his phone so tightly they were shaking.

“SUGURU WHERE THE FUCK IS HE!” you shouted no longer caring about all your family and friends looking at you with worry.

“A mission came up in Tokyo and he said he’d be quick but-” You didn’t hear the rest of his sentence as your ears began ringing, and tears began to cloud your vision. Sobs wreaked through your body as you ran away. Ran away from Suguru, your parents, and the altar.

You ran from it all, and you never turned back.

~

“Y/N! Y/N PLEASE! MY LOVE WHERE ARE YOU!! PLEASE!!”

You heard your now ex-fiancé shouting at the top of his lungs, stumbling his way around the apartment frantically looking for you. His heart stopped as he looked down at you, no longer wearing your stunning wedding dress not your engagement ring which sat on the ground next to the suitcase you were frantically packing.

“Y/N STOP! SWEETHEART WHAT’S GOING ON!” he sobbed, running towards you and desperately trying to pull you away from the suitcase but you were too heartbroken and angry to be stopped.

“My love please! Don’t do this! I’m sorry!”

“Sorry!? SORRY?! THAT’S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF AFTER FUCKING ABONDONING ME ON OUR WEDDING DAY YOU JACKASS?!” You screamed, slapping him clean across the face, but he seemed completely unfazed as he picked up your engagement ring before trying to pull you into his arms as you zipped up your suitcase. 

“Y/N please, stop! Let's talk about th-”

“No! I’m done fucking talking Satoru!, You always do thi!, missing a date or anniversary I can forgive! BUT OUR FUCKING WEDDING DAY!?!? I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE! YOU ALWAYS DO THIS, ALWAYS BREAK MY HEART AND I FORGIVE YOU OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND I'M TIRED! I’m so, so tired Satoru. I can’t- I just, can’t. I’m sorry.”

“But, I love you.” He whimpered, looking at you as you stood in the doorway of your bedroom holding two suitcases and whatever you could fit in your arms. Tears were flowing down both of your eyes and hearts breaking.

“If you did, then we wouldn’t be here, and you wouldn’t have abandoned me at our wedding,” your voice croaked.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, looking into your eyes, the world falling apart around him, ground slowly cracking open to swallow him whole, his entire body shaking, his heart downright disappearing from his chest.

“I’m sorry too Satoru.” You whispered one more time before closing the door shut.

And just like that, it was over.

Gojo folded onto his knees, holding your discarded ring close to chest as he cried.

He cried, and cried and SOBBED.

And then…

He broke

© gojos-fr-bae

[chaosduckies]

Tiny vampire

But they aren't the helpless one, the human is. The human carries this vampire around like a secret weapon. The vampire could turn into a bat and hang from an ear like an earring at night even...and then there were bullies!!!

You should have both be your usual he/him

Tiny vampire. Yes. I’m not going to lie, I have zero idea how to feel about this since I like it, but not at the same time, so I’m very sorry if this didn’t come out like you had expected. (And if it didn’t, I’ll rewrite it!) I hope you enjoy either way though! (I’m sorry this took so long to post and thank you for the title idea!)

Word Count: 3.2k

CW: slight mentions of death (Doesn’t actually happen), slight bullying

Pocket Assassin

In all my years, I have never seen one single human as gentle and caring as the one I, for some reason, was glued to. 

Hayven was a nice kid. In the turmoil of all the trouble life forces him to endure, he just brushes the dirt off his clothes and keeps on going. Part of the reason I had gratefully accepted his offer to stay with him. It pains me to see such a young being having to suffer through all of life’s troubles alone. His parents were no help in the matter, and I probably would have already murdered them if Hayven had pleaded me not to. Claiming that they really were nice people. Pfft. I doubt it. 

It wasn’t exactly hard to stay out of vision from the humans when you were three inches tall. That wasn’t the part I was worried about. The part that worries me is that every time one of his parents walk into Hayven’s room I can barely hold in the need to strangle them. And I could do it. The amount of times I came close to cracking- Just the thought alone made me want to march over to the living room where his parents were currently residing in and just- agh. But I would listen to Hayven, because he was right. 

So far as I know, humans still haven’t found out my kind’s existence. Not a borrower, but a vampire. Just on a much, much smaller scale, and I guess that was for the best since humans can just be so- irritating sometimes. Like I said, if it wasn’t for Hayven, I probably would have strangled hundreds of people after we had met. I still don’t understand why he won’t just let me… teach them a lesson. By that I mean to seriously injure them. Best part is that they’ll never even know who it was. Or they will and everyone would think they were crazy if they were trying to tell someone. I mean, who would believe that a 3 inch tall person just absolutely made a fool out of someone twenty times their size? I only know two people in the entire world who would actually know. Myself and Hayven. 

Today was no different. His parents stayed in the living room, and at some point I could smell his mom cooking lunch. Hayven was at school, about to come back home in about thirty minutes if the clock on his nightstand was right. There really wasn’t anything to do while Hayven was gone. Usually he would close his door and we would talk until one of his parents walked in claiming that he was talking with someone. Luckily I was always fast enough to hide away behind something. 

The tv was loud in the other room, and surprisingly I don’t think I know this movie. Might be one that recently came out? I remember when I would sneak into movie theaters and get one of the best seats right by the projector. Good times. Now it’s degrading to hearing hallmark movies through a thin wall. I groaned as loud as I could into the pillow, trying to drown out the tv as much as I could. Of course it never works. 

The door opened and closed almost immediately, but I already knew who it was. I dug my head out of the pillows, professionally keeping my composure on the soft fabric below that threatened to falter my legs throw me back down. Hayven didn’t acknowledge me at first, but waved and headed off to the bathroom. I eyed the door suspiciously. Obviously something had happened. 

Why was I sticking around for this human you may ask? Well, for one thing, I was living in the woods for years without any sort of contact with anyone until Hayven came walking along, and for some reason didn’t want to trap or experiment on me like I had always thought humans would. Well, that was if they would catch me. In all honesty, Hayven has helped me a lot more than I’ve helped him which only made me even more shocked. I would’ve figured humans would want to experiment on a three-inch tall vampire that has been here for nearly a hundred years and still looks like they were 18. 

I stealthily made my way to the bathroom, slipping underneath the small crack under the door and watching silently from below as Hayven carefully placed a small bandage above his eye that had almost looked swollen. That was most likely because it was. His skin was a light purple tint from a bruise, and I could smell the faint smell of blood. I sighed, expertly climbing up the cabinet and nearly scaring the life out of Hayven when I stood, arms crossed, on top of the marble countertop. 

We held a silent staring contest for what seemed like forever before Hayven sighed, “I just fell off my bike-“ 

“No point in hiding the truth if I already know what happened.” I glared at him, angry for being lied to. His eyes widened, avoiding eye contact. It still amazes me to this day how he could feel so helpless around me even though I was… vertically challenged compared to him. 

“It looks worse than it is.” He shrugged, carefully placing another small bandaid underneath his eye to try and cover up the dark purple bruises. My heart fell, but only for a split second. 

I would have used this time to scold Hayven for the next ten minutes, but I had a much much better idea. One that had a big smirk on my face and would have me cackling if it wouldn’t have made me sound like a maniac. 

“Take me to your school tomorrow.” I had asked him, not caring if he had said no. What could he do if I just snuck into his bag at the last second? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. But I had an amazing plan, and no it doesn’t involve killing anyone. Though that does sound pretty nice right about now… but I’ll just be gravely injuring someone if things all go according to plan tomorrow. Which they will because no one can do anything to stop me as I’ve said before. 

“Wh-what? That’s dangerous for you, Atlas! What would happen if-“ Hayven stopped talking as soon as he saw my expression. Did he really think I was afraid if some sixteen year old saw me? No one would believe them if they had said they saw me. Now if there was a group of people maybe, but I think it’d be hilarious to embarrass someone in the middle of the hall where everyone would be watching. 

“Just… don’t do anything. Please.” He had told me, sighing, already knowing what was going through my twisted mind. 

This wasn’t the first time I’ve gone places with Hayven. Most of the time I get sick and tired of doing nothing but wander around his room or sneaking my way outside to enjoy some fresh air, so he goes out sometimes afterschool for my sake. At first I thought there was a catch, since I was new to this whole, “help from humans” thing even though I was the one to help him in the woods all those months ago. I didn’t plan on sticking around with him, but what can I say? He just grows on people. 

“I make no such promises.” I climbed onto his hand, expertly making my way to his shoulder. The view was better up here. Makes me feel like I was taller and not just the 3-inch vampire that sleeps in a drawer in a nightstand drawer.

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The next morning, I was woken up by the soft and subtle sound of fabric rustling and the smell of pancakes. I groaned. I never liked pancakes, and I don’t know whether that was because my preferences were… quite literally coming from the heart, or because I just absolutely hated the aftertaste that lingered in my mouth. 

I waited for Hayven to get ready and finish eating his breakfast, already thinking of idea of how to do this. A funny quip to whisper in their ear? Stay hidden while attacking and make them look like they were all just going crazy? Or just lure one them out and  walk off without caring that I would have absolutely traumatized this kid? I laughed to myself at the seemingly endless possibilities before Hayven walked back in, still looking nervous about today. 

“Oh please. It’s not like you haven’t done this before.” I stood up, waiting. 

“Would you prefer the pocket or in my bag?” He had asked before letting his hand down for me. I climbed on, trying to make it look like I wasn’t having a hard time trying to keep my balance. I at least have to show some kind of dignity in front of Hayven. 

“Pocket. It’s better than being thrashed around all day.” I grumbled, remembering when I did choose to stay in his bag one time and regretting everything. I only wanted to see what the inside of a mall looked like without being seen. There was always too many people for me to be blindly running on the ground so of course I had to take any chance I could get. 

Hayven laughed nervously, letting me into his hoodie pocket and very slowly making his way to school. He had told me it wasn’t very far from where he lived, so I guess walking shouldn’t take too long. 

When we arrived, I wasn’t expecting so many loud voices to cloud up my mind. I had to cover up my ears just to muffle some out. How does he even make it through the day here? Something had touched my back, which I had almost bit it away if I hadn’t realized it was just Hayven checking up on me. I would have complained for him to give me a warning next time, but I don’t think he could since well, we were surrounded by other humans. So let’s just try not to make things worse for him in this child prison. 

It had been a couple hours now, it was boring to just stay in the hoodie pocket all the time, but Hayven tried his hardest to keep me entertained. Whether it was grabbing me in a tight fist so I could try and escape, which I always managed to his amazement, or just taking me out secretly when no one was looking so I could get some fresh air. Of course we were in the halls but it still beat having to breathe in the clouded air around me. Not that I needed to breath anyways, but it’s nice to if I don’t want to feel like I constantly have a lack of oxygen going through my lungs. 

From a hidden view in the pocket, I could see a clock hanging above a huge door that showed that there was still an hour until Hayven would take us back, and so far I haven’t found the person responsible of hurting the human that’s helped me more times than I hated to admit. I think he still had one class though… the first seven were utterly boring in my opinion, and I couldn’t stand to listen to his history teacher ramble on about what year Columbus had found new land, then somehow spiral into how his daughter had recently went on a sailing trip. It took everything in me not to scream “Shut the hell up!” In the silent classroom. 

It was amazing how Hayven could even manage a single day in the hell-hole, let alone months on end with barely any breaks. I sighed, feeling the fabric surrounding me move as Hayven prepared to leave. Just another couple minutes, and I didn’t even get to humiliate anyone. I admit, it was a little saddening, but there was always tomorrow. 

The fabric around me stopped moving as Hayven took his seat. He carefully moved his hand into his pocket, checking on me as usual. I leaned against one of his fingers as he stopped moving, but for some reason I could tell that something was wrong. Kind of like an instinct an animal gets when they feel like something around them wasn’t right. 

Hayven’s hand was a little shaky, but I didn’t think too much on that. I peeked out of the little hole of the hoodie were I was sure no one would see me as I spotted a kid that sat right in front of him. I studied the kid for a while, careful not to let anyone see me. He was tall, muscular build, wore one of those jackets that students wear when they think they’re “Cool,” and “Popular,” but really their just people desperate for attention. Well, at least I know who my target is. And I’ll give them the attention that they want… 

I stayed hidden for a while before they were getting ready to leave again. I took this time to peak out, seeing that as soon as Hayven left the room, that guy followed blood behind, a menacing glare that must’ve stung the back of Hayven’s head. I quietly hissed to myself, preparing myself for what I was about to do. Might be crazy for a person of my size, but it would be oh so worth it later what I get the sweet, sweet taste of revenge. Probably almost literally. 

Hayven sighed as he turned the corner where no one was at, the other guy following close behind. Hayven stopped and quickly turned around, already accepting his fate. I started quietly cackling to myself, getting ready to jump out of his pocket and make this jock run all the way home crying. 

“Listen, I did your essay already, can I be left alone?” Hayven pleaded while I waited for this other guy made the first move like I knew he would. Then my world was spinning in just one second. I grabbed on tightly to the fabric surrounding me as Hayven was harshly shoved up against a locker. 

“Yeah, and I failed it anyways. Know anything about that?” I hissed as the human much, much taller than Hayven continued to whisper empty threats. Just before I could lunge at the big oaf, a tight hand gripped around me, and I admit I was only scared for a second, but quickly tried to gain my freedom. Hayven knew what I was about to do, and as soon as I was free, I hurried up to the other guys shoulder and quickly started clawing at it, running away the second his hand came slapping down. I snickered, grabbing a tuff of their hair and pulling as hard as I could, causing his head to fall backward along with the rest of his body and in front of everyone in the hall. I fixed my position to remain hidden, pulling a little harder until his back hit one of the lockers. 

He looked around, eyes wide and locked on Hayven, who stood there in shock. I snickered, moving and started to bite at his neck and shoulders that made him move around like he was losing his absolute mind just as I had hoped. I started hearing earfuls of laughs, but kept on making him move his limbs wildly before his hand had almost managed to grab me. I noticed a few kids with their phones out, taking a video of what was happening and only prayed that I wasn’t caught at any point. 

Sadly, I didn’t have any of the hand-made weapons I had stashed away underneath Hayven’s desk (I promise I only had them there just in case he had tried anything.) But they were also for instances when I used to live alone. They would have been so useful right now. It’s not like I wanted to kill this random kid who’s been most likely terrorizing most people, just… teach him a very valuable lesson. Also, it is pretty fun to just attack people when they don’t know what’s happening. Seriously. It’s incredibly hard to hold in my laugh right now. 

I giggled as I jumped down onto the ground, failing at making a perfect landing, but only Hayven had seen it. I still grumbled to myself about it before quickly making my way towards Hayven, who shoved me back into his hoodie pocket to keep me hidden. The jock guy stared wide-eyed at him, most likely seeing me run off the floor. I watched carefully as he then looked around aimlessly, trying to put the very obvious pieces together. I grinned, happy with myself. Could’ve done a lot more, but alas, I have to play along with the rules when I’m around humans. 

Hayven stayed a while longer, watching as the guy struggled to stand up and started yelling at the other students who were filming the entire thing. “There was a-a tiny thing- uh- person! Yeah!” Everyone started laughing while I made my way to Hayven’s shoulder, we looked at each other with smiles on our faces. 

“You’re going crazy man!”

“Delusional I swear!” 

The jock turned back to us, glaring, then his eyes set on me. I whispered, knowing he wouldn’t hear me but just so I can be funny, “No one will believe you.” Hayven clasped his hands over his mouth, struggling to muffle his own laughter as he rushed down the hall and through the doors, carefully keeping me out of sight in his pocket from the other humans that walked along the street.

“Okay we’re good.” He giggled, as he helped me out of his pocket. He had walked back to a bus stop that he always waited at to get home. Surprisingly enough there wasn’t anyone here, but that was besides the point. I could finally let out the unruly amount of laughs I was holding in. Suddenly we were both in sync, our eyes tearing up and abdomens wheezing in pain from the lack of oxygen, but that didn’t matter as much to me as it did to Hayven. 

“Dude, you’re like a pocket assassin!” We both stopped laughing for a while before I wheezed, throwing my head back and falling backwards out onto Hayven’s open palm. 

Our laughs died down after a while, earning a few distant stares from other people, but they didn’t notice me. I stood up, smirking with my arms crossed, “And I’d gladly do it again.” 

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[thegirlwholived1213]

Hero's eyes burned as they stared at the glowing computer screen in front of them, back arched in a position they knew would leave them stiff once this final report was in. They glanced at the clock, sighing. They could almost hear the deadline creeping closer, fingers gliding over the keys as the words flowed onto the screen. After finishing a paragraph they forced themselves to lean back in the rolling chair they sat in, groaning and stretching, elbows pushing back. They shook their hands out, intending to return to the document in front of them but paused. They listened for a moment, trying to convince themselves that the sound coming from the hall had been only a figment of their fatigue. They shrugged, wrists settling against the laptop but then they heard a new sound, now sure they weren't imagining things.

They could tell just by the rise and fall of the footsteps exactly who was coming down the hall towards the door. Even though a haze in Hero's eyes as they stood, ignoring the slight tunnel vision from the sudden change, they could tell it was Villian. They could just imagine them sauntering towards the door, a smirk plain to see. And they were right. As Villain opened the door, smirking wide, Hero sighed.

"Villian, I just got done fighting you two hours ago. Can't I get a night to myself?" Hero sighed, plopping back into their chair. Villian opened their mouth, a snarky response ready but they closed their mouth again, reconsidering their next words.

"Jeez, Hero you look like you haven't slept in days."

"Yeah, I think you cracked the case." Hero sighed, scrubbing a hand over their bloodshot eyes. They pushed their chair in, fingers grazing the keys. Villain sighed as Hero stared at the screen, gaze unfocused before they walked forward. Hero jolted, hands raising to protect themselves, but Villian only snatched the laptop.

"Hey, no I need to get that done!" They groaned, standing up and walking over to Villain. They reached out but Villain pulled the computer away last second, their other hand tapping different keys. Each time Hero reached out for their work Villain pulled it away, Hero's movements becoming sluggish as their eyes drooped. They sighed, hands dropping to their sides.

"I don't have time for thi-"

Villain rolled their eyes and shut the laptop.

"No! I need to finish that by tomorrow-"

"Look at you, you can barely stand."

"You just ruined it all, now I have to restart!"

"Don't be silly, I saved your work."

Hero huffed, frustrated and forced their eyes to stay open. "Why do you even care? Get out of my hous-"

"Oh, trust me I do not care about you or your work. I came in here expecting a good fight, not for you to start whining about a paper and barely able to stay conscious." They scolded, setting the computer down on the desk. They then reached out, taking Hero by the wrist before they even realized what was happening. Villain started pulling them out of the room while they squirmed, weak protests doing nothing against Villian's iron grip. Villain shoved them into the bedroom, and they stumbled, catching themselves on the armrest of a chair.

"Now go to sleep." Villain commanded, pulling their door closed.

Hero considered, for a moment, but shook the thought away. No, no. They really had to finish, and they couldn't just sleep. Villian was in their house. They stumbled over to the door, pulling on the handle and yanking the door open. Villian sighed, halfway out the front door.

"I won't tell you again, Go. To. Sleep."

"No, you don't get to tell me what to do! This is my house!"

They could see the annoyance and anger cross Villain's face as they walked back into the study, snatching up their laptop. They turned around and ran right into Villain who wrapped their arms around them and hoisted Hero into the air.

"Hey, Hey! Put me down!" Hero screeched, legs kicking weakly. Villain bumped the switch and turned off the study and hallway lights, Hero's protests quieting in their arms. Villain pushed through the now ajar bedroom door, plopping Hero onto the bed. Hero sighed, Villain, taking the laptop from their hands and tossing it onto the chair. They then grabbed Hero's comforter, begrudgingly pulling the covers over Hero.

"I thought you didn't care.." Hero smirked, eyes staring into Villains.

"Again, I don't, but how am I supposed to fight you if you haven't slept?"

Hero sat up again, about to protest, and Villain glared at them.

"Alright that's it."

Villain walked to the door, turning the light off before turning back and climbing onto the bed next to Hero. Hero tried to squirm away, but Villain was too quick, laying down next to them and wrapping one arm around their waist, pulling them in close and the other hand around their mouth, restraining them. Hero fought feebly for a minute, but as soon as they relaxed, fatigue gripping their consciousness, Villain loosened their grip to comfortably hug Hero close.

Every alarm was going off in Hero's head.

This is Villain. They are in your house, you aren't safe. No, no, no don't sleep.

Yet Hero found themselves melting into villain's grip. They had lived alone for so long, the stress from work and school eating away at them slowly. Now, relaxing into the arms of another, someone who only brought them more pain, Hero couldn't help but relax into their soothingly cool grasp.

Soon Hero's breathing slowed and evened, and Villain pulled the hand away from their face. They considered now leaving, knowing Hero was out for the count but changed their mind, telling themselves it would wake Hero up and they would have to do it all again. They let themselves relax, breathing coming to match Hero's

Perhaps they did care, just a little bit.

[bihanarms]

chapter 3 OUT! enjoy!! and feel free to say anything ~ hope you’ll like it. (and once again excuse my english)

Chapter 3 : Face to Face

Luis had just met Ada for the first time regarding the amber, but unfortunately he had nothing to give her right away because Saddler had gotten his hands on him before he could escape with it. And like she had mentioned in her email, "no sample, no protection".

As he walked determinedly in the direction that (y/n) had indicated, wondering what she was going to ask him to do, a decrepit house began to take shape in his field of vision. There were no villagers, no hideous zombie-insects or any other horrors that he would have had to face. Surroundings were strangely quiet.

Playing with his lighter in one hand, he gently pressed his ear against the door, trying to listen for any sound inside

Nada

He pushed the door open, making an unpleasant creaking sound. A quick glance to analyze the surroundings showed that there was no one there.

"Well, well, is anyone here?" Luis shouted loudly.

He took a step forward.

"(y/n)?" he shouted even louder.

« Hijo de puta!" »

Luis barely had time to turn around before he came face to face with a hatchet.

Luckily for him, the sound of a bullet firing from a pistol was heard, leaving a red hole between the infected villager's eyes, who was now just a corpse on the ground.

« Scream louder, good idea. » said a sarcastic female voice.

He turned around and came face to face with a woman holding a gun in both hands.

« And you are,querida? » asked our pretty spanish boy.

« Not going to answer that question, obviously » said the woman, putting her pistol away in her bag and revealing her face.

The voice, the uniform... impossible.

"(y/n)?!"

Luis was dazzled. Of course, it was her. The arrogant tone in her voice, who else.

She was there, right in front of him, her face revealed for the first time, and the wait was totally worth it... She was so stunning it was hard to believe. A wave of warmth pass through his heart, a flirtatious smile forming on his face, he took a few steps towards her.

Not a word came out of his mouth.

He was mesmerized by her beauty. Of all the dreams he had had, all the times he had tried to imagine her face, what he had in front of him at that moment was beyond all his expectations.

« Have you lost your voice?" asked (y/n), a smirk on her lips.

She finally looked up at Luis, eyes to eyes.

"Well, mi amor..."

Her gaze was so intense that although Luis was used to flirting, nothing more could come out of his lips. He was completely helpless. Funny thing was, that man was usually well-informed when it came to flirting with women, but that ONE woman he was facing, well... he was going to need new instructions.

« You look very foolish, you know that?" she said mockingly. "Pull yourself together, what's happening here is very serious. I'm glad you came."

"Where's your mask?" asked Luis, still unable to detach himself from the spectacle before his eyes. "It doesn't surprise me, querida, that you kept it on so often. You could have had me at your feet so easily, and there’s no fun in that."

"And there's the Luis I know," she sighed. "It didn't take you long. Any other pertinent remarks for our survival?"

"Sorry, mi amor, it's just that..."

"Luis, stop," she said sharply.

Y/n's uniform was soaked in blood and dirt, her mask had been lost in a scuffle with several villagers.

Despite her confident posture and determined stride, the worried look in her eyes betrayed the fact that she was not in control of the situation.

"I asked you to come here to talk," she began. "I had the chance to sneak into your office during your various absences recently and now I know everything you were doing behind Saddler's back."

Luis felt his heart racing, bringing him right back to reality.

"It's not what you thi-,"

"It is what I think," she interrupted. "And don't worry, I'm not here to rat you out. In fact, I'm here to ask for your help."

He breathed a sigh of relief, his entire body relaxing as he slumped into a nearby chair. But his quick mind soon took over, wondering how this was possible. After all, she worked front and center to protect Saddler's work.

"I know what you're thinking," she said, sensing his confusion. "And I know I can trust you. I'm actually not working for Osmund Saddler and his twisted plans. For months, I've been infiltrating this organization to gather information on him for the BSAA, we’re charged with preventing and eradicating bio-terrorism."

Luis had no time to process all of this information. A flurry of emotions coursed through him as he tried to come to grips with what he had just heard. But Y/n wasn't finished.

"I know that’s already a lot to deal with but that's not the most important thing. I need your help because Saddler knows what I’ve been up to. Before I left the island, he came to me and I know that you have found a cure--"

Her voice grew increasingly tremulous, and she paced nervously around the room as she spoke.

"--and I'm infected."

Those were her last words before her body gave out. Luis jumped up just in time to catch her in his arms. Her forehead was slick with sweat, and her breathing was painfully erratic. Signs of the infection were already starting to appear on her skin.

What the fuck was actually going on?

It was a lot of information to digest all at once, (Y/n) was an infiltrator, infected, and Saddler was on her tail.

Mierda, Luis had so much on his mind that he didn't know where to turn.

Gently lowering his gaze to Y/n's face, which was now showing pain above all. He couldn't help but feel constantly captivated by her anyway.

Despite all the revelations, deep down in his heart, he knew one thing for sure: he had to save this woman and keep her safe. Not just because of what he was feeling for her, but also to prove to himself that he could help someone out of this and not just run away like some coward.

end of the chapter, 4 incoming. :p

[caroline-writes]

Chapter 2: The dragon’s den 

Monday came and Monday went and Violet stayed in her apartment. Her phone had buzzed off and, on all day, and she had once again ignored every call or text that she had received. She scrolled through a list of job opportunities, pages and pages of jobs which did not appeal to her or that she was far too over qualified for. She narrowed her gaze as she saw an almost identical advert for a job at the archives, that was the last straw for her as she slammed the laptop shut and pushed herself to her feet. 

Violet picked up her phone and scrolled through the missed calls and texts before she found someone who she actually wanted to talk to: 

Rhi: If you don’t reply I’m going to assume that you’re dead and that means I get custody of Tairn so give me something girl. 

Violet: Not dead. 

Rhi: Oh, thank the gods. I was about to send Ridoc and Sawyer over there to break down your door. 

Rhi: Don’t leave me on read Vi. What’s going on? 

Violet: Lilith happened. She messed with the job I had lined up told me to be in the office today. 

Rhi: You didn’t show 

Rhi: Vi shes going to kill you 

Violet: I’d like to see her try. 

-

This was stupid. Beyond stupid, it was reckless and was bound to get her excommunicated from the family once and for all. After her little text exchange with Rhiannon, Violet had decided that if she was dead to her mother already, she might as well make it permanent. She had sent an apology text to Mira knowing that her sister would be the one who be paying the price of Violet’s insubordination. The journey today would have needed two trains and a bus, Violet’s legs hadn’t been strong enough for the walking in between so she’d ordered herself a taxi. The large modern glass facade of the building loomed above her as she stepped out of the taxi, Tairn pressed himself against her side almost immediately.  

Large metal letters spelt out Tyrrendor above the huge entrance. She was literally about to walk into the heart of enemy territory. She braced herself before pulling on Tairn’s lead and marching with purpose towards the revolving door, she stepped inside and moved into the building. The interior of the foyer opened up into a tall ceiling with wide, open, space with a long reception desk full of people waiting to greet her. Violet explained who she was and was told that she and Tairn could wait, she moved over to a large modern black leather sofa and perched on the edge. 

The competition between Tyrrendor and Navarre as pharmaceutical providers had been going since long before Violet had been born. It had always been one side or the other, and here Violet was stepping over to the dark side and betraying her family while she was at it. Her phone buzzed and she knew without looking that it was Mira calling her, she contemplated answering when a voice called her name. 

“Violet?” the voice was familiar but she couldn’t quite place it, she looked up and tried to hide her confusion as her eyes met the light blue of her neighbour turned hero, Liam, “I know I said I owed you, but coming to my work is a bit much.” she could tell that he was joking but that didn’t stop her cheeks from reddening slightly. The last thing she needed was him thinking that she was some crazy stalker. 

“No...I’m-” 

She was about to explain when a pink haired woman approached and spoke directly to her, “Sorrengail? Mr Riorson will see you now.” Violet quickly got to her feet, too quickly, she held onto the coach for a moment as stars clouded her vision. 

“Sorrengail?” She heard Liam mutter as she followed the pink haired woman towards a lift. 

Together they stepped into the lift and the pink haired woman pressed 22, they stood in silence as the lift counted up, as the doors opened on the 22nd floor Violet pulled in a deep breath. This was it. Now or never. No turning back. All of those cliches ran through her head as she fell into step once more with Tairn trotting beside her. The three of them stopped at a pair of large mahogany doors, the pink haired woman knocked twice before opening a door and ushering Violet inside. 

The room was decorated with more dark mahogany, floor to ceiling windows gave a view out over the city and standing silhouetted against the sky was the man she had come here to see, Fen Rioson turned to face her, he had a warm smile plastered to his lips which did not meet his eyes, they regarded her with calculated suspicion. 

“Please,” he extended a hand as he pointed to a high-backed leather arm chair, “Violet, take a seat. We have much to discuss.” The soft click of the door closing signalled that Violet was now alone with Fen, she followed his instruction and moved to sit in one of the leather chairs while Fen moved to sit opposite her, “I have to say that I am more than a little surprised when I saw that a Sorrengail wanted to have a meeting with me.” It wasn’t a question but he was clearly probing for the reason that she was here. 

Violet paused thinking of how much she wanted to divulge, honesty felt like it would be the best policy, “My mother,” she paused as she watched his dark eyes become momentarily hostile as they narrowed slightly, “she effectively made it clear that while I am an asset to the company, I don’t get to decide for myself who I work for so I decided that she would have no say at all.” 

Fen leaned back in the chair, he steepled his fingers and pressed them against his lips, “So you want to work here?” 

“If you’ll have me.” she reached into her bag and pulled her resume out and tried to hand it to him. 

“Violet,” he held a hand up and watched as she pulled the papers back towards herself, “I know all about your academic achievements. Your work at Navarre speaks for itself, however, I don’t know how I feel hiring a Sorrengail...now I’m sure you are nothing like your mother but the optics on this are something I have to consider.” 

Violet felt cold, she’d come here not expecting to be welcomed with open arms but to be turned away based on her name alone had not even occurred to her. “So, you’re turning me away?” she asked her hand placed carefully on the top of Tairn’s head. 

Fen blinked slowly before pursing his lips, “Not exactly.” he replied before rubbing the stubble on his chin thoughtfully before running a hand through his closely cropped salt and pepper hair, “If you’re offering me loyalty I’ll take it, but that sort of trust needs to be earnt. I don’t know enough about you Violet to say that I can trust you yet.” 

Her throat felt tight at the idea that she needed to prove her loyalty, “And that would mean?” 

He smiled at her forthright attitude, “A probationary period. You use that time to show me that this is where your loyalty lies and then we can talk contracts.” Violet nodded slowly, at this point she knew she had no other choice. It was either go crawling back to Navarre or do exactly as Fen had said and show that she could be trusted. 

- 

“You’ve lost your fucking mind! That’s it isn’t it?” Mira was livid, beyond livid, she stormed back and forth in the kitchen of Violet’s apartment, “You went to Riorson? They’re the enemy Vi!” 

Violet sat with her head back on the sofa her eyes closed as she listened to her sister pace, “Mom forced my hand. I had no other choice.” Violet’s tone was noncommittal, resigned to her fate, “He almost turned me away based on the fact that my name is Sorrengail. He trusts me about as far as he can throw me Mira, I can’t work for her any more. After all the stuff with Dain and then she sabotaged the job at the archives. I don’t understand her.” Violet sighed in annoyance that her sister didn’t seem to understand that this was truly her last option. 

Mira’s voice sounded conflicted, “I’m sure she had her reasons Vi, she always does.” 

“Yeah, the reason is she wants to control me and I am done being controlled Mira!” Violet all but shouted back at her older sister. Mira’s silence was loud, Violet opened her eyes and glanced up and Mira who looked pained, “She’s always wanted to keep me under her thumb, I get it, I’m weaker than you and Brennan ever was but I need to do this for myself.” 

Mira reached out and placed her hand on Violet’s head, “She’ll tell me I can’t see you, she’ll feed me some corporate line that if I see you again, I’ll have betrayed her.” she sounded close to tears now. 

“If she does that, she’s proving that she’s the monster I always thought she was.” Violet replies with a shrug. 

- 

Rhi: Tyrrendor really? 

Violet: News travels fast 

Rhi: Your mom is losing it 

Rhi: Like seriously she shouted at three different people today 

Violet: And she’s normally so calm. Sorry, I guess. 

Rhi: We on for coffee tomorrow? 

Violet: You telling me she hasn’t banned you from seeing me? 

Rhi: I’d like to see her try. 

Violet smiled to herself as she put her phone away Tairn pushed his nose into her knee reminding her that it was time for her evening pills, as she walked across her apartment to collect them there was a gentle knock on her door. Her sister had been gone for hours and she doubted that Rhiannon was going to be paying her a surprise visit when she was seeing her tomorrow. She walked over to the door and opened it to reveal her neighbour and now work colleague? Liam stood, at her door, with a shy smile. 

“Hi,” he greeted with a wave, “so hi, yeah...I’m having a house warming party on Friday and seeing as I guess we’re more than just neighbours and damsels in distress to one another now, I wanted to invite you.” Liam chuckled to himself and Violet couldn’t help but smile too. 

“You don’t think I’m a crazy stalker?” She asked leaning on the door frame. 

He beamed at her, “The thought did briefly cross my mind but then Imogen came to collect you so I realised you were there on more official business. I uh didn’t realise you were a Sorrengail though. I imagine that went down well.” 

“Like a lead balloon. My mother is working on having me emancipated or whatever the opposite is for when a parent no longer wants to be involved with a child.” she laughed again but stopped as she realised that Liam hadn’t joined her, “I’ll be fine, she’ll get over it and if she doesn’t, I’ll find a way make Mira come over to the dark side too.” 

“The dark side? I that what you think we are?” he quirked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. 

Violet smiled back, “I guess only time will tell.” 

Liam nodded in agreement, “Friday, 7:30, you should come. It’d be nice to actually get to know you rather picking you up off the floor or seeing you at work.” 

She blushed again at the memory of their first encounter, she was sure that she was never going to live that down, he would be re-telling that story for years to come, “Yeah that sounds good. I have physio at 6 until 7 but I’ll be sure to join when I can.” she wasn’t even sure why she had added that she had physio, something about Liam made him easy to trust. She wanted to get to know him, wanted to be his friend. 

“I’ll probably see you around the office before then but I’m looking forward to it.” he saluted her and stepped away from her door before heading into his flat number 14, he’d never actually shared which neighbour he was, she waited until he had closed his door before stepping back inside and pushing her door closed as well. She looked back at her apartment wondering for a moment what she had been about to do before he had knocked when an insistent whine from Tairn reminded her, ah yes, meds. 

[republicsecurity]

Reward

KINN6: (smirking) "Ah, DY784 and HU55Y, my stars! You were brilliant yesterday, absolutely brilliant. The audience loved every moment of your 'training.'"

DY784: (wearily) "Thank you, KINN6. It was... an experience."

HU55Y: (nodding) "Yeah, something we won't forget anytime soon."

KINN6: (clapping them on the back) "That's the spirit! And as a token of our appreciation, we have a little treat for you."

KINN6 hands them two small envelopes.

DY784: (curious) "What's this?"

KINN6: (grinning) "Open them up and see."

DY784 and HU55Y open the envelopes to find two tickets to a paramedic corps retreat.

HU55Y: (surprised) "A retreat? Seriously?"

KINN6: "Yes, seriously. You've earned it, my friends. Two days to relax and recharge. But remember, when you're out and about, it's best to wear your helmets. You're becoming quite the celebrities, and we wouldn't want any... incidents."

DY784: (nervously) "Got it. Helmets on when we're in public."

As DY784 and HU55Y locked their helmets in place with a resounding klick, the world around them transformed. The HUD, their ever-present companion, immediately sprang to life, overlaying vital information on their field of vision.

DY784: (muffled through the helmet) "All systems green, HUD online."

HU55Y: (similarly muffled) "Confirmed. Ready for departure."

Their helmets efficiently filtered out any distractions, graying out irrelevant details, and highlighting only the essential information. Everything around them faded into muted shades of grey, except for the path that led to the train station. The world became a filtered, controlled environment, just like their daily lives in the paramedic corps. It guided them seamlessly through the bustling city streets to the train station.

HUD: (in a calm, robotic voice) "Proceed to Platform 4 for your train to the retreat location. Departure in twenty minutes."

As they walked through the crowd, a few passengers glanced at DY784 and HU55Y, but most paid them no mind. They were just two more figures in the sea of red. It was as KINN6 had said: paramedics in their armor suits were a common sight in the Republic.

Their HUDs displayed the train schedule, platform information, and even the expected weather at their destination.

DY784: (speaking through the helmet's communication system) "You know, HU55Y, I never thought we'd end up on a game show. It's bizarre how things turned out."

HU55Y: (voice coming through the helmet) "Tell me about it, DY784. I joined the corps to make a difference, not to be on some entertainment program."

The train station came into view, and they joined the crowd of passengers waiting for their ride. Their helmets guided them to the correct platform, where the train to the retreat was already waiting. As they boarded, the HUD displayed their reserved seats and the estimated travel time.

DY784: "Helmet's a good idea. We don't need people bothering us right now."

HU55Y: "Agreed. Let's get to that retreat and enjoy our two days of 'relaxation.' Wonder what they have in store for us."

As the train glided smoothly along the tracks, they couldn't help but reflect on the strange turn their lives had taken. From the intense training of the academy to the orchestrated drama of the game show, it had been a whirlwind journey.

Inside the sleek, modern train carriage, DY784 and HU55Y sat in their full body armor, helmets with closed visors securely in place. The hum of the train's engines and the gentle sway of the carriage were barely noticeable to them, absorbed by their suits' advanced systems. To the rest of the passengers, the sight of two paramedics in full armor was nothing unusual, a common sight in a society where the paramedic corps played such a significant role.

HUD: (calmly) "Estimated time to arrival: two hours, twenty-five minutes."

DY784: (speaking through the intercom radio) "Great. Just enough time to plan our 'escape' from the 'retreat'."

HU55Y: (chuckling) "Indeed. I hear they have an 'optional' team-building exercise this afternoon. How optional do you think it really is?"

DY784: "Depends on how many 'reward points' they want to keep us motivated."

Their banter was cynical, a release valve for the controlled environment they lived in. It was a way to cope with the constant surveillance, the rigid discipline, and the ever-present demands of their roles.

HUD: (notifying them) "Lunch service will be available in fifteen minutes in the dining car."

As DY784 and HU55Y made their way to the dining car, the young girl's curiosity got the better of her. She tugged at her mother's sleeve, her eyes wide with wonder as she looked up at the paramedics in their imposing armor.

Young Girl: (pointing) "Mommy, look! They're like the heroes from the vids!"

The mother, a tired but kind-looking woman, smiled at her daughter's enthusiasm. She looked at the paramedics, her gaze filled with a mix of admiration and curiosity.

Mother: (addressing DY784 and HU55Y) "Excuse me, gentlemen, my daughter is a big fan of yours. She watches all those documentaries about the paramedic corps. Is it okay if she asks you a few questions?"

In the Moment the HUD recognized the situation, depolarised the visors, so that their faces were visible and displayed some "suggestions" for appropriate reactions.

HUD Suggestion: (Friendly tone, engaging expression)

The HUD's suggestions, displayed as unobtrusive prompts, guided DY784 and HU55Y through the interaction, ensuring that their responses were in line with the carefully crafted public image of the paramedic corps.

DY784: (smiling warmly beneath his helmet) "Your daughter has great taste in documentaries, ma'am. We appreciate her interest in our work."

The young girl's eyes sparkled with excitement as she asked a barrage of questions, ranging from the functions of their armor to what it felt like to be a paramedic. DY784 and HU55Y responded patiently, giving the young girl a glimpse into their world.

HUD: "Use a touch of humor to maintain a friendly tone."

HU55Y: (with a playful tone) "Well, you know, wearing this armor makes us feel a bit like walking tanks. But we promise we're here to help, not to conquer!"

Girl: "what are you doing here? Is someone sick?"

HUD Suggestion: (Friendly tone, reassuring)

HU55Y: (smiling) "We're on our way to a retreat for paramedics. It's a bit like a short vacation, where we get to relax and learn some new things to help us do our jobs even better."

DY784 initiated a private communication channel with HU55Y through their helmet systems.

HUD Suggestion: (Signal departure politely)

DY784: (nodding to the mother) "Thank you, ma'am. We'll be heading to the dining car now. It was nice meeting you and your daughter. Enjoy the rest of your journey."

With a courteous nod, DY784 signaled to the mother that they were ready to continue their trip to the dining car, maintaining their respect and friendliness.

The HUD turns itself off and DY784 says to HU55Y bantering through the helmet: "You should do your conscript service in a Kindergarten"

As DY784 and HU55Y settled into the dining car, they were eager to enjoy a brief respite from their daily routine. The ambient lighting in the car created a soothing atmosphere, and the aroma of freshly cooked food wafted through the air, tantalizing their senses.

HU55Y: (grinning) "Ah, a civilian meal for once. It's a small luxury, isn't it?"

DY784: (nodding) "Absolutely. It's a nice change from the usual chow. Let's savor it."

Before they could dig into their meals, their helmets prompted them to follow certain protocols.

AI: "Please remain seated and prepare to have your meal photographed and analyzed for nutrient intake... Thank you, the meal has been analyzed, you may remove the helmets now, cadets... Please keep in mind the proper protocols for eating out."

They raised their forks and knives, holding them gracefully as if at a formal dinner.

DY784: (whispering) "Manners, my friend. Manners."

HU55Y: (grinning) "Right, right. We wouldn't want to disappoint the AI with our eating habits."

With the AI's permission granted, DY784 and HU55Y carefully removed their helmets, setting them aside on designated rests next to their seats. The sudden absence of the HUD's visual augmentation was almost disorienting, as they were so accustomed to viewing their world through the AI's lens.

As they ate, they felt a momentary sense of liberation. The quiet hum of conversations in the dining car and the clinking of cutlery created a pleasant backdrop for their meal. For a short while, they could almost forget the rigid structure of their paramedic lives.

DY784: (savoring a bite) "You know, HU55Y, moments like these remind me that there's more to life than chow and regulations."

HU55Y: (nodding) "True. It's easy to get caught up in our routines. But I've got to admit, as much as I complain, I wouldn't trade this experience for anything else."

As they dined, the other passengers in the dining car exchanged curious glances with their table. To see paramedics in full armor was unusual, even in a society where such sights were not entirely rare.

DY784: (politely declining) "No coffee for me, thank you. It's against the regulations."

HU55Y: (echoing the sentiment) "Same here, ma'am."

The waitress, accustomed to the peculiarities of paramedics, simply nodded and continued her service. They focused on the remainder of their meal, appreciating the flavors of food that were different from their usual rations.

DY784: (speaking in a low voice) "You know, it's strange. We're always being watched, but sometimes it's almost comforting. Like having an ever-watchful guardian."

HU55Y: (nodding) "Yeah, it's like a safety net. We learned all about the surveillance systems in class. They monitor everything, even our vitals. Keeps us in line, I guess."

DY784: "And it helps ensure we're at our best. I mean, look at us now, out in the world, and we've got our helmets off. It's a small freedom, but it's something."

After the meal, a soft chime signaled the arrival of the nutritional bill on the HUD of DY784 and HU55Y.

AI: "Cadets, your meal has been recorded for nutritional analysis. To maintain optimal performance levels, you will need to complete an additional 30 minutes of physical training."

DY784: (sighing) "Always watching, isn't it?"

HU55Y: (nodding) "Indeed, always. But we need to stay in shape."

With their helmets securely fastened back on, DY784 and HU55Y returned to their seats in the train, the HUD once again enveloping their vision in its familiar display. The journey continued as they sped toward their destination, each moment meticulously guided by the systems that watched over them. They chatted casually, well aware that their every word and action was being monitored, but in the company of the paramedic corps, such surveillance had become an accepted part of their lives.

[pretabird]

Vision Update(1) 12.22.23

I have been struggling more than I thought I was. The Gods have been sending me messages that I've been struggling to see and hear. This spiritual disconnect has been very difficult for me to cope with. But through better pacing, silence, and faith that things will make sense, I've found a clearer and sharper image of them. I plan on updating these the further I get into my journey!

The Woman

While mediating in therapy, I was hugging my inner child and comforting her gently. I felt the warmth on my back for a larger older feminine energy hugging me from behind. She spoke with intense power and grace.

"You have much work to do. When you need me, call. I will come."

Then the vision/mediation was over. I still don't know who this woman was. A goddess? Angel? Someone else from my Spiritclan? Me? I still don't believe I'm ready or prepared to ask for her help. Her help would be something I feel called to devote myself to and commitment is intimidating. The more I explore the closer I feel to her. May we meet soon.

Young Snakes

Accompanying the woman were two snakes. They coiled around my arms and squeezed gently in their own hug. Looking back, they were just babies. Almost like they were born and gifted to me for protection. I smiled as I looked at them.

One had solid inky black scales with red eyes and a golden mouth. While the other had pure white with blue eyes and a black mouth. They had names and personality that have evolved as I did. Since that vision they had been silent for YEARS until late this year.

Dragons

The black snake had showed himself to me first. He kept his beautiful black scales, but his body was now similar to a western dragon. Four large strong legs with claws planted firmly into the ground. Even larger wings stretched to the sky that lowered as a form of "respect" when he saw me. When I touch him, I instantly turn into a child(or teen) again giggling and tugging at his sturdy horns. He'd let me climb all over him and ride his back as he'd walk around our meadow, and he'd listen to me talk. Piping up when I asked him questions. His deep voice shook the fear from my chest, feeding the sprites and flowers around us. He called himself Draco and used Earth and Fire magic. My sweet lad.

The other came to me very recently. She was stunning and seemingly came out of thin air. I'm not quite sure how we connected but she comes to me as a bold and wise eastern dragon. Long winding covered in white and light blue scales with a light gray tummy. Her head embellished with thick long hair and whiskers. She'd let me hold her snout gently when I needed to cry. As my tears feel she'd bellow and nuzzle me before circling her body around me for comfort. She exuded and powerful and loud maternal energy that I feel I missed deeply growing up. When we'd speak, we sat on clouds and watched the sunrise and set together. Her voice was soft like gentle rain, yet the world would pause to listen. Nothing else mattered when she was around. It was just her and I. so high about the Earth that no Man could dare harm me. She calls herself Sera. Her domain was over Air and Water. Helping me glide through my emotions and saving me if I we're to ever drown.

"We have returned when we deemed you ready. You are now ready."

Newer Dragon

Im not sure if he had been reachable only because of the storms we've been having but a third Dragon had reached out to me. He was much larger than any Dragon id have met before. His body was similar to a Salamander(the specific species I can't remember). His wings were small, maybe just as tall as I was. He looked like a full storm cloud waiting to rain. When he moved or stomped his feet it sent off yellow arches of electricity.

I asked for his help and he was weary. Im not even sure to this day what I needed help with. In frustration of me talking to him he started to turn around before 3 smaller version sprung out from under him and glomped on me nuzzling and covering me and the thin mucus on their soft skin. He watched curiously and then gave a deep huff before accepting my request. I thank those children and look forward to watch he could possibly help me with.

These are my personal experiences with the Dragons that visit! Would love to see more folks talking about Dragon work.

[blessedchaosgod]

An excerpt from a book I'll never write

“Au Revoir… Mi Amor?” Lee put her head in her hands, “That’s not french. It’s Spanish”

Will beside her chuckled and kissed her cheek lightly, “You’ll get the hang of it”

The couple were sitting on the edge of the lake in the dark. Fireflies and stars illuminated the dark. There was a pleasant breeze and the moon was nowhere to be seen.

“You have too much faith in me,” Lee said, smiling, despite her words. 

“You have such talents, Lee. You can do anything. I know it” Will said.

Lee raised her eyebrows. She remembered him telling her about how he can see the future. She wondered if he could see hers now.

“Do many people ask you to tell their fortune?” she asked.

WIll looked at her a moment, “Yes, they seem to quite enjoy it. Do you want to know yours?”

Lee looked out at the ripples in the water. “No” she said, “You know how I hate prophecies? The only reason they are set into motion is because they are spoken. I think knowing our future dooms us, for better or worse.” Lee looked over at him. He was laying inches away.

She spoke softly, “How does it work? Do you just summon a vision?”

“Not really” he said, “Not unless I focus really hard and really want a vision in that moment. I don’t have many other talents.”

Lee laughed, “Of course you do.”

Will sat up on his elbow, smiling teasingly, “Yeah? Like what?”

Lee turned to face him, “Like being a cunning charmer”

Will came closer, “My sweet Jezebel, you are no less of an enchantress.”

Lee kissed him as the flustered look on his face remind for the rest of the night.

*  *

2 Years Later

Lot of stuff has gone down

When the knock came on her bedroom door, Lee was reading about the weapons she’d need for the war ahead. She quickly stuffed the books under her bed and opened the door.

Marcus, the family butler, was standing outside looking quite troubled. 

“Mr. Carter is here, Miss. Should I-”

“I will take care of it, Marcus, thank you” Lee started down the stairs with a sad sigh. 

The anxious butler followed, “Miss, perhaps you should-”

They reached the foyer. “I am in charge while mother and father are in London. I shall handle it.”

There was a tone of finality in her voice and he hesitantly bowed and left.

Lee walked into the parlor and made her way toward Will, who got up from his chair and bowed, “Ms. Hiran”, he said.

“Mr. Carter”, Lee followed.

She led him to the Ballroom. It was filled with odd furniture and rundown from disuse, but the room held precious memories. Will and Lee hiding, passing the time, playing games and occasionally stopping to kiss each other. No servants or people ever came here. It was perfect.

It had been a while since the two of them had come here. They faced each other.

This is the worst place to do this. Lee thought. But there was no turning back now.

Will smiled his soft smile, “Hey”. Some of her nerves seemed to calm down.

“Did you change your mind?” Will looked into her eyes, waiting for her answer.

She raised one hand and caressed his cheek gently, “I won’t. I can’t. We have to do this.”

Will took both her hands in his, “We can find a way to stay together. We can find a way. The war doesn’t have to break us.” 

Lee held back tears. What irony it was that a prophecy would break them apart. 

“If we don’t do this not then we will break us.”

Will could not describe the pain in his heart. He could not help but despise the world. All he could think about right now was the realization that this is the last time he would see her, feel her and the love between them. It felt like that love had grown spikes and was trying to break out of his heart at this moment. He swallowed his pain. “My Jezebel”, his voice broke.

Lee kissed him. A short, gentle kiss. 

“Au revoir”, she whispered, “Mi Amor” 

She pulled away. That was the last time Will Carter saw Lee Hiran.

Until 6th November, 1963, two years later.

The day he died.

Tell me if I should write more of this. It's fun. I hardly ever put down my fantasy stories into words. But this seems like a good place to start.

[azulhood]

Alright, here you go. ---------------------------------------- Martha never had any siblings. Being an only child of two only children. She never really cared about not having siblings or even cousins, and her parents made sure she never felt lonely. Though, when her friends would talk about something their own siblings did, a small part of Martha couldn't help but wonder.

What would that be like? As she grew up, and her life became filled with chaos and responsibilities, it was put at the back of her mind. And then she met Jonathan Kent. After seven wonderful years they got married (Both of them said they were the one to propose) and they moved to a town called Smallville. That's where they met Dan. At first, they had a hard time, some of the cattle didn't last the year while some got stolen and the fields got overrun by mice. But Dan, bless him, took one look at them and decided to help, and back then they didn't have much to repay him with (Not that he would have accepted it anyway) so they decided to help him too.

Fixing fences, rounding up cattle, harvesting the crops, checking in after a big storm. It just became something they did. If they were on the others farm and saw something that needed doing, they did it. Martha and Dan traded recipes and gossip like it were gold, he would often have dinner at their house and stay the night on the couch, Jonathan did the same if he was at dan's place and it got too late. Then that spaceship crashed into their fields. She and Jonathan adopted the tiny child that came out of it and they asked Dan to be the godfather. Dan looked into Clarks eyes then turned to them looking more serious than she had ever seen him. "If anyone from the government asks about him, send them to me, I'll deal with them." He said and that was that. Time moved on. Clark grew up with loving parents and a gaggle of Aunts and Uncles courtesy of Dan, the closet thing she had ever had to siblings.

He got into a good school, became a brilliant journalist and, eventually, he became Superman. Martha was terrified for her boy, but she also couldn't be prouder. When Clark brought his friends Lois and Jimmy home to met them, Martha immediately knew that her boy was in love. Bets were placed among the family on how long it would take for Clark to actually ask Lois out (Martha and Jazz were the winners of that bet.) The whole family erupted in cheers when they finally got encaged.

But then Lois died.

Martha saw the news, she knew what her son was doing, she saw Danny and Ellie fighting alongside Clark's friends. Upon seeing this, Martha stood up from her seat and calmly walked to her neighbor's house.

A part of her didn't believe it, didn't believe that the boy she raised was capable of such a thing. But her wanting it not to be true wouldn't change the fact it was.

"Please, bring him home." She asked the second Dan opened the door. He looked at her a moment before sighing. "Alright."

And that was how the present came to be. Clark sat at the kitchen table, a black eye that started at his temple and ended at his chin, his shoulders up around his ears like she had caught him with his hand in the cookie jar. Dan next to him, smoke trailed from his clothes which she knew got burnt from Clarks heat vision, nursing a cup of his favorite green glowing coffee. Danny and Ellie sat there too. Danny had his arm in a sling while half of Ellie's hair was missing both covered in burns, all four of them were in better shape than the other heroes. Because some of them were dead.

She and Jonathan hung back, trying to keep busy with making drinks as they waited for the last member of the family. Martha didn't know what to say to her son, she knew that if she spoke, she'd say something that would probably make matters worse, so she didn't say anything. Jazz finally walked into the room, eyes trailing over all of them, over the burns, the dried blood, the ripped clothing, and then finally landing on Clark. "I think we need to talk, Clark." The red head said grimly. Clark bowed his head and murmured so softly that Martha barely heard it. "Yeah, Auntie, I guess we do."

I want Dan to be a farmer.

Like redeemed Dan goes through therapy, takes one look at the world filled with spandex wearing heroes and monologuing villains and just goes "Nope, I'm gonna go be a farmer."

He didn't really have a chance at living a peaceful life in the last timeline since he had Danny's job of keeping the peace (and then turned evil) but now that Danny's doing Danny's job, he's got a chance to go off and do his own thing.

So, he moves out to a nice little town called Smallville, right next to a lovely couple named the Kent's.

And he enjoys it.

It's pretty peaceful, nobody bothers him (bar from a few visits from Danny and Dani, and also the weekly phonecall from Jazz)

It's just nice.

....

Now if only the heroes could stop crash landing on his property, that'd be great.

Like seriously, Superman! He just planted that corn!

[randomshyperson]

Illicit Affairs - Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Westview was everything Wanda ever wanted, but then came you. Will she be able to resist temptation and curiosity for the safety of her marriage, or what Vision doesn't know can't hurt him?

Warnings: (+18), mentions of smut, strap-on use, fingering, bottom!Wanda, cheating (fuck off vision), Westview mind control and stuff, canon divergence, secret relationship, a bif of angst and betrayal but happy ending| Words: 3.982k

A/N-> This may also be known as my contribution to that Lizzie scene in Love&Death.

dicionary-> kurva dieťa - fuck baby

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--//--

Westview should be perfect.

A home, a husband, and adorable children to care for.

So why was Wanda so damn bored?

"See you later, Mom!" Was the boys' unison goodbye before they walked out the door, dressed in their school uniforms. 

Wanda isn't sure when or how school for the boys started, but it was part of the routine now. As long as Vision was at work, she had the whole house to herself.

And it was fucking tedious.

She would clean, read a little, and if she was lucky Agnes would visit with some gossip for an hour or two until it was time to pick up the kids. 

Everything is in its proper place.

Until one sunny afternoon, Wanda hears a motorcycle.

She is not the only one who is curious about the sounds - Agnes and the neighbor across the street, Mrs. Bennet, are also on the sidewalk, trying to get a better look at who is arriving at the house next to Wanda's.

It is noisy, and out of the norm. The vehicle, the sound of the radio. The person, with dark jeans like glasses, and messy hair.

Something in Wanda's chest flutters as she meets your gaze, and she swallows dryly at the complete coldness in your eyes in turning away and getting off the bike, ignoring not only her but all the other curious neighbors as you make your way to the house next door, now with the 'sold' sign covering the previous 'for sale'.

She is back in her own living room in record time, her heart racing in a disconcerting way.

Well, that seems to be the end of the boredom at least.

For the next few days, Wanda is determined to find out everything she can about her mysterious new neighbor. Luckily for her, Agnes seems equally interested and shows up at her house shortly after the kids have left.

"[...] No children, or partners. The moving truck arrived earlier today, and I saw some painting supplies, which suggests we have an artist among us." Narrated the neighbor cheerfully, and Wanda tried to disguise how very interested she was. "Ralph also recognized an NYU sweatshirt, so she must have a degree. And she looks pretty young to me, doesn't she?"

Wanda nods, half thoughtfully. Your house was next door to hers, and at this point, she could hear some sounds of objects being dragged around that suggested you were tidying up the place. Agnes took advantage of the distracted silence to suggest:

"Maybe we should say hello?"

Wanda immediately raised her eyes. "You think?"

The older woman chuckled. "Of course. But let's bring something as a welcome gift to her. May I ask, are you good at baking, honey?"

You were wearing a half-open jumpsuit and pinned up your hair to answer the door, and Wanda was seeing too much skin to be able to say anything. 

Thank god Agatha was present.

"Welcome to the neighborhood, darling, we've brought you a welcome gift." She greeted cheerfully, and you blinked in surprise at her sudden arrival. "I'm Agnes, Wanda's next-door neighbor on the right. And you?"

You quickly said your name, accepting the other's greeting. "Let me put that away." You said as your gaze fell on Wanda and the cake she brought. She didn't notice that you took the warm package without any difficulty, busy returning Agnes's look of complicity as she took your cue of leaving to enter the house as well.

"Nice changes you're making all around, dear." Agnes commented on the new paint being put over the old, and you let out a short chuckle from the living room.

"Oh, thank you. I like this color better." You muttered as you placed the cake on the countertop.

"Forgive us for not coming sooner, we were waiting for you to stabilize yourself first." Said the older woman, and gave Wanda a gentle nudge for her silence. The witch cleared her throat softly, trying to start a decent conversation.

She - More Agnes honestly - ended up confirming that you had moved in alone and that you had just graduated from college. No family, and in your words, you allowed a dice to pick your new town. Agnes found the story a bit absurd, but Wanda felt her stomach fill with butterflies.

Something about your care·free attitude and casualness made her shiver. 

"Anyway, I'm here now." You finish with a small smile and your hands in your pockets. "Painting my new home in American suburban New Jersey."

There was regret or sarcasm hidden in your tone of voice that made Wanda's curiosity explode. She wanted to know you, inside out, every thought, dream, or wish.

But when she thought of peeking in, Agnes gave her a gentle nudge.

"Well, let's not take up any more of your time, dear." Said the lady, discreetly pushing the redhead toward the door. "Come by some time at the local club, you need to meet Ralph and Vision."

You blink, raising an eyebrow. "Vision?"

"My husband." Wanda replies half hoarsely, having completely forgotten Vis's existence for all that conversation. She clears her throat. "You two should-must meet. Him and my boys, Tommy and Billy."

You smile, and because Wanda is already outside, you put an arm around the doorpost and she feels her face heat up. "I'd love to, Miss Maximoff."

Agnes clears her throat. "And of course don't forget my husband, Ralph."

You don't take your eyes off Wanda. "Sure, Agatha."

Wanda frowns, but the woman next to her lets out a loud exclamation with a graceless laugh. "It's Agnes, dear!"

You blink away from the redhead, equally ungainly. "Oh, yes, of course, Agnes. My mistake."

"Come on, Wanda, let's just let her get back to work."

You offer the redhead a wink, and it's enough for Wanda to remember nothing strange about that encounter.

—//—-

Not that Wanda was counting, but it took six days for her to talk to you again.

She saw you before though - twice in the supermarket, and because Billy and Tommy were making a mess, Wanda didn't have the heart to disturb your choice of apples by approaching you, you didn't see her. And on Monday she watched you leave the house early with a little animal house under your arm, and she almost dropped her lunch to run and ask you about it, wondering if you had pets or not, but on second thought, she figured it would have been kind of creepy.

It was only on the weekend that you went to the club, and everyone was around, and Wanda thought she was going to suffocate.

Vision was rubbing sunscreen on the boys, and Wanda said she forgot a magazine in the car, but she just searching for you.

"Hey, stranger." She tried to greet you in the most casual way she could, getting the impression that you were a little startled by the soft jump you gave. But when you turned around, you smiled so sincerely that Wanda almost melted.

"Hello, Miss Maximoff, good to see you." You said gently.

Wanda giggled shyly. "When you call me that I feel very old."

You smiled with the worst intentions, licking your lips and making Wanda shudder with the intensity of your gaze.

"Old is not an adjective I would use to describe you, Wanda."

She sighed softly, her cheeks warm. "And how would you describe me?" She risks.

But you chuckle short and affected, lowering your gaze and shaking your head softly. "Married." You reply, and Wanda feels as if a bucket of cold water has fallen on her. "See you around, Miss Maximoff." You say as soon as the bike is locked, holding her arm in farewell before heading to the pool area. 

Wanda feels her skin tingle all the way back.

–//–

Okay, she clearly had a problem.

Her perfect life was being threatened by an inconvenience, and that should be completely impossible because everything should be perfect in Westview.

And the more Wanda tried to fix it, the more wrapped up in her throbbing attraction to her neighbor, drowning in plot after plot that only made her wonder how much she wanted to satisfy her curiosity and drove her more frustrated and irritated as time went by.

You seemed to be everywhere - Somehow, the school had an art program and now Wanda saw you every morning when she went to pick up or drop off Billy and Tommy, and of course, the boys loved their cool new teacher, and wouldn't shut up about it. But your presence seems to have influenced - in Vision's words - the young troublemakers in the neighborhood, who should be learning from your bad influence to do graffiti everywhere. Vision grumbled about this when not talking about work.

And Wanda, well, she had enough.

You found the knocking so late at night strange, but you were awake - or Wanda assumed you were, by the sweater and the speed in answering the door. Or maybe you were already waiting for her. No, that would be ridiculous.

"Can I help you...?" You started, but Wanda bumped into your shoulder as she rushed in, and you let out a wry laugh. "Sure, come on in."

She ignored your joke, making her way to the living room, and ran a hand through her hair nervously, waiting for you to reach her.

"What do you want Wanda?" You asked with your arms crossed.

Wanda took a deep breath. "You have to leave."

You frowned. "Excuse me?"

She stepped forward. "I have everything I ever wanted here. You can't just show up and threaten all of that."

You raised an eyebrow. "I don't-"

"I'm not done talking." She interrupts and you bite your tongue, a smile threatening to break on your lips as Wanda continues to approach. "I have a husband and children. It's perfect. Everything is...perfect."

"Then why are you here?" You challenge, and Wanda swallows hard.

"I don't know." She responds, but you chuckle, and it's your turn to start approaching to which she responds by taking a step back with each one you take near her. Once her back hits the wall of new, dry colors, Wanda chokes softly.

"I think I know." You begin toward her, one hand landing at the side of her head, and the other reaching up to move a strand of hair behind her ear. Wanda, though trembling over the touch, lifts her chin proudly, challenging your response. Your smile is cocky when you speak. "You are desperate to feel something real."

Wanda opens her mouth, once and twice, indignant. But she has no words to disagree. She takes a deep breath, and all your perfume fills her senses, and she resists the urge to close her eyes. She makes mention of speaking, but you do so first.

"Shh, let me show you how it is supposed to feel." You whisper before breaking the distance, and not too surprisingly, it is the best thing Wanda has ever felt. 

Your lips are soft and experienced on hers, almost as if molded to kiss her. You slide your tongue into hers as soon as permission is granted, and the sensation makes Wanda's legs buckle. She doesn't have to worry because your arms tighten around her and her back is pressed against the wall. The kiss grows hungry and you gasp against each other's mouths, hearts racing in synchrony.

"Fuck, I need to touch you." You pant between kisses, and it's the only line of warning Wanda has before she feels your hands invade her blouse, scratching at her belly and making her squirm. But suddenly you hesitate, and are almost unsure when you ask, "Can I? You... are you sure?"

Wanda almost laughs. She feels that she is burning from the inside out and that if you don't fuck her now she might have a little breakdown and you still have doubts that she wants to. There will be another time for her to investigate this, she will learn about you. At that moment she just brings one hand to your neck and spins you around on the wall so that your back hits the concrete.

And now when she kisses you it is firm and possessive and makes you whimper. Your hands wander and bring her pleasure, but it is clear who is in charge.

–//–

It starts out casual, but certainly, this is not how Wanda feels now.

Whenever the opportunity is there, she takes it. And honestly, part of her feels that the opportunities are blooming like flowers in spring. It's probably because Westview is supposed to be perfect, good, and amazing, and the only time she feels that way is in your company.

You haven't given a name to what you are doing, and Wanda doesn't want to think about the ring on her finger, not when you make her feel so good.

So you keep meeting her; with more and more ridiculous excuses than the previous ones, helping with a broken pipe, bringing supplies of paint even though Wanda doesn't paint anything, bringing schoolwork that the kids could pick up the other day, helping to mow the lawn, staying the afternoon for cake, tea, helping her with the grocery bags. And these were just the days that happened in her house.

After a while, you got the impression that Wanda didn't even worry about excuses anymore. Maybe it was your fault - for the way you have grown jealous of Vision and she knows it. She knows not because she tries to scan every inch of your mind in her frustrated attempts, but because every time you witness Vision showing any kind of affection, she is at the forefront of a rough and intense fucking session.

Like when Vision left for work last week while you were collecting the newspaper in your backyard and he thought it was a sweet idea to come back and kiss her before he left, and you barely waited for the kids to leave for school to come in the back door and fuck Wanda in the kitchen counter. 

Without her magic, she wouldn't be able to hide the marks of your lips on her body.

And despite the risk, Wanda loves it. 

But then it starts to scare her because she just might love a different thing.

Westview is a ticking time bomb. Wanda doesn't know it, but you do. Things happen to the breaking point, and it's in everything-from starting to ask questions that would require a little more thought that will make people stutter at the fantasy flaws, to immensely more pleasurable things, like affecting Wanda enough.

"Ah- kurva dieťa!" She cursed breathlessly, shuddering beneath you, her nails digging hard into your back. But your movements didn't fail, the fake cock thrusting inside her wet pussy with a delicious precision that made Wanda see stars. "D-don't stop-don-ah!"

You ripped orgasm after orgasm, until she was exhausted, begging for a break, the wet sheets of her juices beneath you.

"Just one more, my love. Just one more." You coerced so meekly that Wanda almost came with your voice alone, and this time your hands entwined with hers at the side of her head. And it was too intimate.

Your thrusts were deep, and with each movement of your hips, Wanda gasped, struggling for air as the knot in her belly prepared to break.

Her room around you however began to fail. The illusion sustained by her magic vibrating as if the transmission was failing. The sound drew you in, but as soon as your movement faltered and you made mention of looking away, she brought a firm hand to your chin and pulled you down as she entwined a leg around your waist.

She looked absurdly stunning beneath you, and there was no interest in looking away from her.

Wanda came so hard that the whole room vibrated, and you followed her, getting a satisfied moan when she felt the hot cum inside her.

You held her for the entire moment as you both calmed down from your orgasms, and this time, when you went to get up as you always did, she held you back.

"But..."

"No." She interrupted sleepily, pulling you back onto the bed so that she could hold you and lay on top of you. "No one will come. Stay here with me."

You didn't question, sliding your hands to wrap around her.

–//–

You're not surprised that Agatha rats you out. Time bomb after all. 

Still, seeing the look of hurt in Wanda's eyes breaks your heart into a thousand pieces.

"You too?" She asks with tears in her eyes, powerless in that dark basement you have just entered. 

"It's not what you're thinking." You try, but Agatha rolls her eyes impatiently.

"No time for Shakesperean drama, be honest, Y/N. Wanda is in need of facing the truth, for once in her life." Ironizes the witch, and you swallow dryly, taking a step forward but remembering not to cross the determined space of the runes.

"Witches everywhere have felt your magic, Wanda. But only a few have made it into Hex." You say. "Each came here with their own reasons."

"And why are you here?" Wanda asks wearily, and you sigh.

"It's hard to explain..."

"Nonsense." Agatha cuts in again, gesturing. "We all want power, in one way or another. No more games, or drama. Everyone wants to know how you did it, Wanda, and it's time for you to show us."

The redhead gives you one last hurt look before raising her chin to the older witch.

And you know she won't give anything up without a fight.

She wins, and Agatha is trapped in the only remaining illusion of what was once Westview.

You watch from a distance as Wanda goes to say goodbye to her family, and you don't intrude on that moment. You wouldn't want her to hate you even more.

Your motorcycle really is yours, so it is what you drive to get out of town.

Your grandparents' cabin has been your home since you completed your training at the Kamar Taj - and since you gave it all up for a quiet life in the mountains. 

You only have a few days since Westview in your familiar solitude, however.

"You are unbelievable." That's the first thing Wanda says as she appears in your yard, impatient and angry. "After everything that happened between us, you just walked away?"

You blink in surprise at the scene for a moment, but recover when she starts walking toward you.

"I thought you didn't want to talk to me."

"Oh, but you will talk." She retorts with a poisoned sarcasm as she grabs your wrist to pull you inside the cabin. "You'll explain everything."

"Yes, ma'am." You murmured affectedly, Wanda pushing you in the first armchair and crossing her arms and tapping a foot, waiting.

You cleared your throat and told her everything - From the Hex power emission that alerted the Kamar Taj and made Wong recruit you to investigate, to the fact that you in theory were in Westview to undo the spell but you ended up getting distracted.

Wanda ignored the redness of your cheeks. "But Agatha said you wanted power."

You rolled your eyes. "That nosy old hag." You grumbled. "She was distorting things, but the way it all went down, I figured you wouldn't believe me. She had you in a basement and your kids locked up, and I was there, you see? Even if I tried to explain the whole story, you wouldn't believe me."

"And why didn't you help me? Why did you let her take the boys?" Inquired the impatient witch, and you swallowed dryly, bowing your head guiltily.

"I'm sorry, I... I have to admit that I wanted to see where that would go." You say, taking a deep breath. "Wanda it was all an illusion in that town. It was the best kind of magic I've ever witnessed, and when I arrived, Agatha approached me first. She told me that she was also there to investigate and that we didn't need to get in each other's way, we could even help each other."

Wanda narrowed her eyes. "In what way?"

You swallow dryly again. "I was there to undo the spell, and Agatha, well, she's a special kind of witch. She didn't lie, you know? When she said she takes power from those who don't deserve it. I heard that she made some kind of magical bargain, and now she is a collector. She would take your power and the spell would undo itself, so we'd both go home with what we wanted." You recount and settle uncomfortably on the couch, "B-but that was before you and I..."

Wanda looks away, running a hand through her hair. "We didn't mean anything, Y/N." 

A hint of pain hits your chest, but you give a sad laugh, "You're full of shit."

But your accusation makes Wanda look at you with tear-filled eyes. "You were going behind my back, waiting for the right moment to stab me. Everything we had was a lie, a game for you to gain my trust and make me vulnerable. You're the one who's full of shit."

You sigh, getting up. "A witch kidnapped a town and held the entire population hostage. I was offered a deal, I took it." You begin seriously. "I had no idea who you were, what was going on. It was never personal. I went there to accomplish my mission, and I never thought I would fall in love with you." Wanda's eyes widen, but you are not intimidated by her shock, and you continue talking, taking another step forward. "I didn't know how Westview worked exactly, but everything was all too real there. You had a family, a husband. And you were my target. And I was completely surrendered to you. You have to understand, Wanda, that I had to consider all the possibilities. That maybe you were enchanting me too, that everything that happened was just part of your desires reflected in the magic. Agatha knew how to use my uncertainties against me when I confronted her, wishing to end our partner because I didn't want you to get hurt."

Wanda's gaze softens, and when your hand reaches for her cheek, she doesn't pull away. 

You smile, "But I didn't have to worry. You totally kicked her ass."

Wanda moves her hand up to your wrist. "You could have told me." She whispers. "Or at least allowed me to take a look."

You smile in a corner, bringing your other hand to her cheek and enjoying the way Wanda leans into your touch.

"Haven't you ever heard the saying that we should only share our thoughts with our spouses?" You tease, rubbing your nose against hers and Wanda chuckles softly, sighing when your lips touch hers.

The kiss is tender, full of longing. And before she can deepen it, you break off, taking a deep breath with your forehead pressed against hers.

"You've got the book." You gasp softly, feeling the magical aura now. Wanda frowns softly, pulling her face away just to look at you. 

"Do you know it?" 

Her question makes you hesitate. But you force a smile and nod. Wanda catches every reaction, and proceeds to add:

"It is my only way to understand what I am." 

You swallow dryly, your hands caressing her cheeks.

"Just promise me that no matter what the book shows you, you will remember that I am here. You're not alone."

Wanda doesn't understand at first, a mixed expression of confusion and curiosity fills her face. But she nods, and breaks the distance, whispering I promise between kisses.

You both stumble into the bedroom, and the darkhold is left somewhere in the dining hall.

[inhuman-obey-me]

🙏 with Simeon?

"Plead, sinner. Plead to god for me." - Simeon

Note: This story makes some references to my previous Simeon fic, God-Fearing Faith. It's not strictly necessary to read that one first, but it'll add a lot if you do!

Simeon thought he was prepared to fall.

He'd thought about it for a while, and decided. He was prepared to fling himself between the realms for the ones he loved. He would stand for what he believed in; he'd take a stand on behalf of Lucifer and the demon brothers this time. If your worlds tried to tear you two apart, he'd sooner tear himself apart to be with you instead. When the time would come, he'd bear the cost. He'd be the sacrifice. It would be worth it.

But falling is not always an epic stand-off, a grand symphony, a choir of angels reaching a fever pitch as you're cast out.

Sometimes falling is a quiet, graceless thing.

It came unexpectedly one evening, as he was closing up after the last customers at the cafe finally left -- feathers shedding from his human-like skin, a bath of white wings coming apart like they'd been unstrung. A heaviness settled in his body, an unfamiliar weight that pulled him groundwards. And his whole body felt like it was aflame.

Like it had been back then.

His throat tightened as he realized what was happening; breaths came shallow and broken, recalling the feeling of chains whose scars still lingered upon his wrists and neck. Panic pricked at his skin, a chill on the searing heat spilling from his tenuous form. Helplessly, he grasped at the wood of the cafe tables, searching for anything that would ground him. And then, in the back of his mind, the thought of the sweet, innocent child who could walk in on this at any moment.

He had to get out of here.

Vision blurring, he stumbled his way out of the doors of the Angel's Halo, as he felt his own halo shattering apart, falling down his back in sharp jagged edges. He dared not look behind him, to see the pieces littering his path as he made his way unsteadily towards a nearby alley. Perhaps he could hide there; perhaps no one would see his inhuman transformation.

Without the angelic bindings on him anymore, he could feel the demonic parts of him growing now, both inside and out. Every arrhythmic breath seemed to pulse with new waves of rage and anguish, fury overtaking the edges of his vision -- at the Celestial Realm, at Michael, at their father, at the rules, the hypocrisies, the cruelty, at the illusion of light and goodness he'd been encased in until this moment.

But most of all, at himself.

Wasn't this what he had wanted? Wasn't this what he'd prepared himself for? He'd been so miserable for so long, numb and empty and scarred for centuries. Hadn't he told himself that he would fall? Hadn't he accepted it?

Would the demon prince and the brothers accept him this way, having fallen just by falling? No grand statements, no taking a stand to prove himself? He couldn't let Luke see him this way. Was he alone now? Would he be? He couldn't take it back now; there would be no turning back from this.

Distantly, past the fog of his brain, he realized a man was speaking to him. Across the man's face, a cruel and vicious smile. And in his hand, a gun, pointed squarely at Simeon's forehead.

The wrath bubbling up in him was just about ready to burst.

With his rage focusing in now on a single point, he stood up with new stability, growing as he did so until he towered over the man, a demonic shadow filling the entire space of the alley. Great wings of black flame unfurled from his back -- three sets, each flickering wildly behind him like a mockery of his long-gone seraph form, as he extended newly clawed hands, gripping the man's meager skull between fingers long and sharp as talons.

"Wretch, you threaten harm against me?" he mocked, a new dark undertone reverberating through his voice. "You are nothing compared to what I fear."

The man let out an imperceptible shriek, too terrified of the beast before him to make sound, as thick onyx fire erupts suddenly through his entire body. It was almost comfortingly familiar to Simeon -- unholy embers were not so different from holy ones, after all.

"Plead, sinner. Plead to god for me," Simeon murmured quietly, any shred of mercy or grace gone from his voice, as he watched the man reduce to ashes beneath his fingertips. "Plead so I can see for myself how he ignores our cries."

[omiscurls]

how these haikyuu! characters react after making you cry/feel bad

characters in question: atsumu miya, kiyoomi sakusa, tooru oikawa, tobio kageyama

warnings: one or two curse words, nothing big

part two will be linked here and will contain Eita Semi, Rintarō Suna and Kozume Kenma

Kiyoomi Sakusa 

You were probably somewhere public, like out shopping or stuff, and he really, REALLY hates going shopping. There’s so many people, it smells terribly and unfortunately, every time he somehow goes to the mall, plenty of people manage to bump into his shoulder, which pisses him off to the max. And you were there for two, very long hours. You came back to him from some sort of a shop where you bought a christmas present for someone.

“Look what I got!” you said in a cheerful way, the little bag dangling on your fingers. 

“Mhm, cool” he said, not even minding the wonderful gift you got. You were hoping he’d ask what inside, so you could hide it from him. It was in fact a gift for your precious boyfriend, and you wanted to tease him about it, knowing he’s lowkey excited for christmas. 

That wasn’t in store for today, as he was tired, annoyed to his very limits, and desperately wanted to go home. You pouted, looking at him accusingly. 

“Hey, you’re not even interested!” 

“You’re absolutely right, I’m not” he said, walking away towards the parking lot, leaving you behind, needing to catch up to him. Something stang your heart in the way he said it. Did he really not care at all? He said he’d come with you, after all, he was in such a good mood in the morning. 

“Are you mad?” you asked, way more quiet already. 

“Are you mad?” he mocked you in the most annoying, high-pitched voice he could get out of his throat, rolling his eyes. “No, it’s just that my girlfriend’s dumb and childish” he added, speeding up. 

What? 

You froze in place. Your brain kept telling you he doesn’t mean it, and he’s just stressed at the moment, he’ll most likely apologize a hundred times as soon as you get home. You knew that. You knew you had to respect and mind some things in his brain that were just made a certain way. You knew all that, and yet, it still hurted, to have all your christmas-ish atmosphere and mood ruined like that. 

But still, your common sense stopped you from causing a scene, as you quietly followed your angry boyfriend. He checked whether you were still there, because the one thing he hated more than being in shopping malls was being in shopping malls alone, but you didn’t notice, eyes fixed on your shoes, so you wouldn’t cry. 

You absolutely hated it when he raised his voice at you the way he did. It could’ve been worse, you were probably overreacting... 

You glanced over at the small bag you were carrying, and the very valuable gift you picked out, and remembered how happy you were about it a second ago. How happy you were to make him happy. 

You couldn’t stop the tears then, but managed to keep them silent, so that he wouldn’t notice. The two of you got to his car, and you still stayed quiet as he drove out of the parking lot, and onto the road. Looking at the window constantly, you managed to hide the trails of tears on your cheeks, until the moment you sobbed by complete accident. Your eyes widened, and muscles became tense, knowing you must’ve made a sound, and he must’ve heard it. 

And damn right he did, his heart immediately dropped, he thought you were just pouting about the name he called you, but obviously, OBVIOUSLY you knew he did it out of stress, right? Obviously you knew he was already planning on how to apologize, but first he needed to calm down, so that he wouldn’t do anything stupid again. 

But there you were, crying? On his front seat? But that was one stupid name, why did you care this much? 

He sighed, and you watched in shock as he took the first place he could stop at and got out of the car, without saying a word. You thought he needed fresh air, or something, but no, he walked up to your side of the vehicle, and opened the door. 

“Come on, get up” he said, way softer than you expected him to, but you just stared at him in surprise. “Fine then” he added, when you wouldn’t move, and bent over to personally undo your seatbelt, and took your hand to help you up. 

You were now standing in front of him, with a shy expression across your face. You watched in frustration as he battled with himself what to do next, it was such a spontaneous decision that he didn’t have the time to think his apology through.

You watched him frown, run a hand through his hair in stress and play with his fingers for a while. He really sucked at apologizing, but what he sucked at even more, was physical affection. Though he really liked hugging you, under certain conditions, he didn’t feel comfortable doing that here, and after long shopping, while his nerves were all ripped apart.

Words was all he had left.

“I’m sorry” he finally said. “You know I didn’t mean that. You’re not stupid, nor are you childish. I was just stressed. Please, tell me how I can make it up to you.”

You knew, you knew he didn’t mean that, but you wished you didn’t have to. You stayed silent, and he began to panick, why didn’t you respond? He moved further away and looked you in the eyes, worry in his dark irises. 

“I really, really want to see what you got. I do. Just, let’s get home first, please?” he asked in a really soft, almost childish voice. “Come on, I’ll make dinner, how about that? I’ll try your favorite.”

And when you nodded, he sighed with relief. He’d probably die before he’d spontaneously kiss you or anything, so he was glad words worked on you. And he knew for a fact, that he never wanted to make you feel unappreciated again.

Atsumu Miya

He’s stressed before a game. The Jackals had a major fight the other day and he just knows the energy on the field won’t be as good, and he’s competing against one of his highschool rivals. 

It doesn’t help when Osamu and you tease him about the fight, claiming he was the one to cause this, even know you all know DAMN WELL it started with Bokuto and Sakusa. 

So yeah, the great Atsumu Miya is stressed. He’s afraid it will all be blamed on him, again. So he sits in the living room, draped all over your couch, huge headphones on as he plays some game on the PlayStation. 

You enter the room after coming home and smile upon seeing him in such a childlike position and activity, and you go over to the kitchen to make tea. You put one of the cups with it in front of him, waving your hand before his face. 

“Yeah, yeah, thanks” he says, gently pushing you out of his vision, so you don’t interrupt his game. You pout slightly, but smile, he looks so cute and focused. 

After a while you come back into the room, and he’s just staring at the ceiling, the controler in his hand. 

“Your tea is cold by now” you whine, looking at the cup. 

“Mhm” he only responds, not minding your comment. That irritated you slightly, but you only took the controler out of his grip, noticing the screen was already turned off, and sat on the couch. 

“Stressed you fucked up?” you giggle, slightly pushing his bangs back, wanting to kiss his forehead after, but you stop in your actions after you notice how he’s looking at you. 

“I didn’t fuck up” he states codly and slowly “I did nothing wrong! It was Sakusa and Bokuto who started the fight, all I did was try to keep them from ripping each other apart!” his voice slowly rises up, as he lifts himself up to a sitting position, betrayal forming in his eyes. He doesn’t even call his teammates Omi and Bokkun, he reffers to them with their whole surnames. “Why do you all keep assuming I’m the one who fucked up? Why does it always have to be me in your eyes, huh? You’re my girlfriend, you should know better!” he shouts, standing up, and you follow him with a worried look, not wanting to hear him yell anymore. 

“Calm down, Tsumu, I was joking of course I—” you begin, but he doesn’t let you finish, snatching away the hand you were going to put on his cheek. 

“Of course you were! All you ever do is joke about me, like I’m some kind of a fucking spectacle! Why do I even bother dealing with you?” he says in a cold manner, storming out of the room, as you’re left there, speechless, tears flowing down your cheeks. All you wanted was to change the atmosphere a bit, maybe you got to it the wrong way, but still, why did he react like that?

You slowly get yourself to leave and go to the bathroom, where you close the door behind you and slide your back against it until you reach the floor. You look at yourself in the huge mirror in front of you — were you really that terrible? That hard to deal with? 

Sobs leave your mouth uncontrollably as you think of Atsumu leaving because of such a small and irrelevant little thing. 

But he didn’t leave, he just went to the bedroom to calm down, and suddenly he feels guilty, so he tries to look for you. As you didn’t turn on the lights in the bathroom, he doesn’t check it at first, but upon hearing your cry, he freezes. 

Wait, wait, wait. You were the one to make him feel bad, not the other way around. Did he say something he doesn’t remember? Did something else happen to you and you wanted to tell him, but he didn’t let you? What happened, why is his little princess crying? 

He knocks on the door, lightly. 

“Are ya there?” he asked, as his obvious accent gets more noticeable with emotion. You don’t respond, so he kneels in fornt of the door to look wether your sitting by it. “See, I know you’re there” he says as calm as he possibly can. “Come out, please”. 

When you don’t respond again, he wants to open the door himself, as he sees it’s not locked, but he doesn’t want to seem this controlling. 

“Okay, I’ll wait” he just says instead, sitting by the door, making you two sit almost back to back. “Ya know, I’m a bit hurt myself, do ya know how difficult it is when people always assume you’re the dumb one? And then your girlfriend does, too? I know it wasn’t a big deal, I know you were joking. Just, I’m really worried about this situation, ya know?”

“I’m sorry” you whisper, and he instantly turns back, not remembering there’s a door between you. 

“Don’t be sorry, I overreacted, princess. Just, please, remember that I have feelings, too, please. I’m so, so sorry for hurting yours”

You try to open the door, and he quickly rolls away, and smiles softly upon noticing your red, wet face and swollen eyes. 

“Yer not difficult to deal with, princess. Dealing with ya is an honor” he says quietly, as he opens his arms to hug you, and wraps them tightly around you, pushing your head into the crook of his neck. “It’s okay, we’re okay” he laughs, as he presses a quick kiss on your forehead. 

You nod. 

“But really, you’re sensitive, princess” he laugh vibrantly, looking over at you. You punch him slightly on the torso. 

“Like you’re the one to talk.”

Tooru Oikawa 

You fight about his fangirls, obviously. You usually just let them be, knowing damn well your beloved boyfriend only has eyes on you, as he often jokingly states, but that one day you just weren’t feeling like yourself.

You were moody all day, walking around as if you were half dead, rude and bitter to everyone, even if it is uncharacteristical for you. Then when you meet your boyfriend after his practice, it turns out that his day wasn’t any better.

Usually you’re his best cheerleader and vice versa, but when you’re both mad, well it’s a mixture that can blow up any given moment.

He waves at you calmly from outside his locker room, walking over slowly in your direction. Usually he’d run up and give you a spin, so you instantly know he’s not in the mood for anything.

Almost mechanically he stops by you and gives you a peck on the cheek. You grab his hand and begin walking out of the building.

“All set and ready?” you ask before starting to walk again, and he simply nods. You feel the angry glances of all the girls that wish to be you, and almost tremble at the amount of hatred coming from them silently.

And then, Oikawa waves. That’s literally all he has to do for them to turn into literal angels and squeal all over the place like the annoying little shits they are, at least for you and at least that day.

You tighten the grip on his hand, but he doesn’t seem to notice. Your bad mood collapses even further as you overhear some sort of a conversation about your body, obviously not a very polite and respectful one. You press your lips into a straight line, as you two walk out of the building.

“They were annoying weren’t they?” you ask, wanting to keep some sort of a conversation with your boyfriend.

“You always find them annoying, chill already” you hear in response, glancing over at him with surprise.

“Well I’m sorry for not wanting to hear it again how I’m clumsy, and ugly, and not enough-“

“Your level of self pity is really high these days, you know that?” he states bluntly, as you feel something stinging your heart. “Relax already, geez” he then adds, letting go of your hand.

“Well then, keep relaxing by yourself” you answer in a bit, suddenly walking in a different direction than he did. You hear him shout at your back to stop doing this and come there, but you don’t care. You practically run over to your house, hot tears streaming down your face.

All you wanted was a bit of encouragement. The slightest bit of what they received, a flash of that smile, but no, all you received was coldness and bitter comments about your self esteem.

You shut the door behind you and go up to your room, not even taking off your shoes, just throwing yourself at the bed, screaming into the pillow. What a dick, you think, but also wish he was there apologizing and hugging you right now.

Why didnt he run to stop you? He was faster, he’d catch up in a second. You totally forget that he also seemed off.

Around half an hour later you hear a knock on the door, but can’t bring yourself to answer.

“I’m coming in myself if you won’t open, just to let you know!” you hear, but decide to just lay still. And as promised, your front door opens, and then the sound of footsteps echoes around the place, until you hear a small knock on the open door to your room.

“Care to look up maybe?” he asks, but you shake your head no in response.

He walks over, leaving something on your desk, and moves your chin so you’d look at him himself.

“So... your dickhead of a boyfriend is sorry” he states calmly, reaching for the flowers he left on the desk previously. Your favorites, obviously, that’s so Oikawa.

“Tell him I don’t want to talk” you answer, tilting your head to the other side. He laughs softly.

“Come on, he can’t just leave you here, mad at him! Let him make it up in some way” he says, moving you to the side of your bed so he can sit there, and lifts you up so you’d sit across from him. “Pretty pretty please, forgive me for being an asshole” he pleads, going full on puppy eyes.

You stay silent.

“Come on baby, you know you’re prettier, and smarter, and funnier than all of them at once! And the one thing you have that they obviously don’t, is my undying love!” he puts a hand over his forehead in a theatrical gesture, closing his eyes and lifting his chin as if he was a fifteenth century princess about to faint. You giggle, and he considers this a win.

“All jokes aside though, everyone is somehow beautiful in their own way. But you, your royal highness, you’re beautiful in every way possible” he whispers dramatically, getting closer so he can kiss the tip of your nose. „Plus I did bring the flowers, so it would kinda hurt if you wouldn’t forgive me”

You roll your eyes and nod calmly, watching him do a cute little victory dance.

“Now can I talk about how mean Iwaizumi was to me today? And you won’t believe what I got into this morning—“

Tobio Kageyama 

He’s being a clueless dick without realising it. You know damn well that all his life he’s been focused only on his passion, and nothing else seemed to be bothering his mind. You know you’re his first s/o, and that comes with a lot of fluffy, exciting moments, but also with a lot of embarassing fights about nothing. 

So you’re patient, most of the time. He doesn’t have a lot of spare moments to share with you, as his career is speeding up constantly ever since he left middle school, you’re fine with that. You’re fine with him leaving for a couple of days very often, you’re fine with him spending more time with his teammates than with you, that’s all understandable and logical. 

But his behaviour often isn’t. 

“Hey!” you say, standing on your tippy toes to cover his eyes with your hands “Guess who?” 

“I know it’s you” he answers, turning around “And I can’t talk right now” he adds, ready to leave. You notice hinata in front of him, apparently they were in the middle of a conversation. You suddenly feel bad for interrupting. 

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to. Are we still on for tonight, though?” 

“On for what?” he asks, eyebrows raised in total surprise. You can’t believe it, did he forget?

“Well, we have a date” you hiss bitterly, and get even more annoyed as he smirks a bit.

“Oh that, yeah no I can’t, I don’t have the time” he says before turning away and walking to the gym room.

“Oi, that was a bit rude” Hinata complains, but Kageyama only shakes his head.

“Shut it and let’s get to work” he states, his voice demanding obedience.

They both turn around a tiny bit, only to notice your figure fade away in the distance as you run off. A little needle of guilt stabs Kageyama’s heart softly, but he shakes it off.

“Kageyama, better go fix this” Hinata says, worry painted all across his face. “She looked pretty upset to me”

“Stop being nosy, it’s my relationship” he dismisses coldly, but Shouyou doesn’t seem to move from where he’s standing.

“Tobio, no. The tournament isn’t even here for another two months. Hell, we don’t even have practice today! We’re just practicing on our own!”

“Yeah, and you always insist on doing that. Stop being so sensitive today”

But Hinata doesn’t back down.

“Fine then, just don’t whine to me when she breaks up with you. Because she will, eventually, if you keep being a dick to her. Do you even love her?”

“Of course I do, you idiot!” Kageyama shouts, realizing what his friend is saying. He can’t bare the thought of you breaking up with him. Would you really do that? Would you leave him alone?

“Then go, and fix this, before we’ll al have to deal with your broken heart” the redhead adds, before grabbing his coat and walking towards the entrance. Kageyama is left in shock as he takes out his phone and tries to call you, but you don’t pick up.

Every time you don’t respond, Hinata’s voice keep getting louder in his head. You’ll break up with him. He doesn’t want that, he doesn’t know what he’d do.

He eventually runs out of the building, searching for you with his eyes. After a dozen missed calls, he finds your small figure in the distance, and runs up to you.

Even though his heart rages with emotion, he can’t seem to be able to tap your shoulder, and he doesn’t know whether he’ll find it in himself to apologize. Pride, and all that.

He finally does it, and you turn around, for him to see your puffy eyes and wet cheeks. Oh shit, he didn’t think he’d make you cry. What does one do in a situation like this?

“Follow me” he says, grabbing your hand. He doesn’t find the right words to apologize, so he just decides to take you on the best date he can think of.

“No” you answer, staying in place. “Why would I?”

“Because we’re going on a date”

“What makes you think I still want to go with you?” you ask, but the proud manner of your voice disappears as it cracks and tears form under your eyelids again.

What also cracks, is that poor, inexperienced heart of his.

“Please” he says “Please, let me take you out on a date you deserve”

Then he bows, slightly, and you find that scene both amusing and a bit uncomfortable.

You chuckle.

“Then say you’re sorry.”

He looks up at you with disbelief. Oh how petty, but he deserves that. He deserves to do what he’s not so good at, if he wants to show you he cares.

“I, uhm, I sincerely apologize for making you cry. I acted like an asshole” he says, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“How formal” you laugh, walking up to him and grabbing his hand. “Fine then, but better suprise me, Kageyama Tobio”

“You got it” he smiles.

[fukurodaze]

you!

pairing: miya atsumu x fem!reader genre: fluff, an atsumu and reader meet cute!! word count: 2.1k warnings: light cursing synopsis: atsumu may or may not have developed a tiny crush on karasuno’s substitute manager.

requested by anon <3 aah i’m so sorry i kind of changed the plot slightly :))

special thanks to maddie @prettysetterakaashi​ for the beta <3

LISTEN TO: all about you - nct u

the first time you meet miya atsumu, he is seventeen, wearing his number seven jersey, and so ready to whoop your team’s (and, really, anyone else’s) ass.

the arena is much bigger than you had dreamed - much like the ones you’d seen on television - like the sendai gymnasium, but multiply it by four. it’s loud, overwhelming, and teeming of air-tight pressure. you swear you could almost hear it: the wavering heartbeats, the rolling cameras, the competitive atmosphere.

maybe you had overdressed just a little bit. turned your tracksuit into a stylish oversized-padded-jacket-baggy-pants-tight-shirt situation. (you absolutely blushed when kiyoko said you were pretty today.)

out of the crowd of volleyball players gathered before the opening ceremony, you spot a faux blonde tuft of hair and a loud voice accompanying it. he nags at one of his teammates as he stuffs his coat in his bag. 

broad back. sloped shoulders. the number seven.

“say, is that inarizaki’s setter you talked about from camp?” slightly motioning to the side, you ask your fellow first-year, kageyama tobio.

kageyama nods sharply, “yes. why?”

“yachi told me that if we win the first match, we’ll be up against them. i heard they were runner ups for the last interhigh,” you mutter, “whew, scary.”

and extremely handsome, you want to say.

there’s a pause, and you continue, “i mean, not that we’re guaranteed to win the first match anyways. it’s nationals...”

kageyama shrugs at your statement, “it’s nationals.”

you remember yachi had told you to have faith in the boys. 

so when you heard the whistle on game point announcing karasuno’s victory on the first round, you couldn’t help but mumble an ‘i knew it’ under your breath by the bleachers.

but as you cheered, yellow water bottles in hand, voice an octave higher, you swore you felt a pair of eyes that ogled at you from the second floor. 

your senses were correct - miya atsumu was wondering what kind of volleyball team had someone as cute as you in all of japan. 

“eyes on their plays, not the managers.” miya osamu’s hand lands square on his twin’s back, earning a surprise yelp in response.

“they’re not even playing anymore! they just won!” atsumu gestures dramatically, but he keeps looking your way. 

“well ya better keep yer eyes on the ball tomorrow-”

“-and YOU need ‘ta jump higher for our new quicks.”

osamu sighs, and as they hear their coach calling them down, the two leave the second floor balcony in rare silence. he figures his brother might have developed a little crush on karasuno’s substitute manager. it was always common for his brother to develop some kind of attraction to someone from somewhere far, yet the way atsumu’s staring so intently has him thinking he might actually want to do something about you. 

“you’re weird,” osamu snickers.

atsumu furrows his brows in joking offence. “-isn’t that, like, rude?”

atsumu wasn’t, isn’t, and will never be the kind of guy who loses sight of the ball. ever. 

he reckons his peripheral vision has widened for this match and this match only, seeing as he feels an extra pair of eyes on him.

for some reason, he feels the need to play around a bit more today.

his sets vary even more in tempo, he’s spiked more than usual, and he can’t stop moving. it doesn’t help either that inarizaki’s ten-point lead in the second set only fuels his playtime. anything to rack up some more points.

although he’s stuck with jump floaters, he thinks flipping off karasuno’s super libero is almost enough to make up for his lack of jump serves, so he savours every time he’s in the back right, ready to serve. 

he doesn’t mind the gasps that come out of your mouth when he lands a service ace, either.

and as the set point goes to inarizaki with a lead that just seemed so right, atsumu promises himself to come up to you once inarizaki wins. 

he knows he’s going to win. 

his shoes feel light on the rubber floor, like he could squat down and bend back and jump up all he wants. his muscles are working hard, and his senses are on point. 

when he looks around, seeing the teammates he knows can catch his sets and karasuno preparing their defense, his eyes instead flutter to you, in the corner on the benches, holding desperately onto two yellow water bottles. you’re wearing a normal tracksuit this time, but he still thinks it’s cute. 

he tries not to think of you between rallies. not about how he’d like to see you cheer for him when he crushes your team. not about how he’s found the perfect dinner spot near the gymnasium to take you out to after the win. not about the satisfaction he’ll feel after seeing little tobio’s defeat and your hand in his. (assuming that a first date involves holding hands - atsumu’s never been on one.)

so, with only the third set left to win, atsumu doesn’t bother asking what could go wrong. because he knows to make sure that nothing, nothing at all, will result in a loss for inarizaki. 

oh, how he was wrong. 

when karasuno’s frustratingly good first year duo blocks his ball and sends it plummeting to the edge of the court, atsumu knows that the whistle that follows means that this might even be the last time he sees you this year - and what if you’re not at nationals next year?

the sting of losing comes first as the usual shaking hands and lining up to bow commences after the game, and as he says some last words to his teammates and school, he catches sight of you hugging the team’s other beautiful manager. you have tears of joy threatening to fall out of the corners of your eyes, and he admits you look precious with the edges of your mouth upturned and your cheekbones raised in a victorious smile. 

he wants to see you like this with him. although he doesn’t know you at all, he doesn’t want to miss you; yet he can’t pinpoint why.

so after calling to hinata and telling him he’ll “set for him someday” (it was half-spite and half-promise, but it came out as a threat), atsumu’s gaze fixes on the back of the other side of the court at the benches where you are. 

“‘tsumu, let’s go,” osamu calls back at him, and it brings him back to reality.

except reality’s a loss where he doesn’t get to see you in his life ever again. and though he’ll accept the outcome of a national-level volleyball match, he knows he can do something to at least catch up with you - he’s still got a few days in tokyo, after all.

“ah screw it!” atsumu mumbles to himself, and begins to suck up his pride. what he’s about to do will be either extremely embarrassing or extremely endearing, he thinks.

he walks up to the karasuno bench where you’re at the side, packing up the water bottles in a duffle bag to carry. you’re squatting down, unseeing of him, until there are a few footsteps and the feeling of a person behind you. you turn around, and it makes you stand up quickly.

you look at the setter, bleached hair untoned and face oddly satisfying to look at. you had paid a little too much attention to him during the opening ceremony, and though you had suppressed the knowledge of his ogling at you from yesterday, you can’t help but feel your attraction to the setter worsen with him right in front of you.

“you. meet me at the entrance,” atsumu invites, and though his face is obviously burning red, something about his words make your heart pump a little too fast.

it doesn’t take much contemplation to figure out your answer is yes. yet, somehow, saying yes while your heart suddenly changes its pace takes a little bit more time than you thought.

you’re about to reply when you see osamu call his brother loudly, making atsumu’s eyes go wide in embarrassment. you stifle a laugh, and you give him a subtle nod, though judging by the way he runs like he’s chasing an out-of-bounds ball, you reckon he might not have seen you. 

again, you’re correct - atsumu thinks he’s just witnessed his own death, running fast at one of his only attempts at ever asking someone out. 

how does one ask someone out? is it, like, ‘hey, wanna go on a date’? or is it, like, ‘hey i like you and i think you’re pretty and i tried to find you on instagram but i don’t know your name’? he agrees with himself that it’s safer to say the former.

atsumu is pulled back to his team, embarrassment seeping through his senses from his asking out on top of that familiar sting of losing. he changes into his sweatpants and jacket in silence, backpack worn tightly around his shoulders as the rest of the team walks through the venue.

“'samu, have you ever been turned down by a girl?” atsumu tries his best not to sound like he’s sulking (he is).

osamu hums, “what did you do to karasuno’s manager?”

“ugh, not telling.”

meanwhile, burning excitement and far-fetched fantasies finally hit you. 

your heart now beats fast - maybe not as fast as when karasuno had anticipated atsumu’s serve, but still fast - and you’re not sure what kinds of chances you’ll get in the future. 

there is an internal debate: there’s no denying the mutual attraction, so why stop? you want to tell yourself that nationals is for volleyball and for you to fill in for your friend yachi, but his words repeat themselves in your head, and it’s only mere seconds that pass before you know exactly what to do.

you come up to kiyoko, and she replies with a kind hum. you ask, “can i go... uh, buy some souvenirs real quick? i’ll bring this bag with the water bottles with me.”

she looks around first, “ah, how long will you be gone?”

“not long.”

“well, the boys are going to change, so, alright. don’t get lost, okay?”

“okay!” your feet bring you out of the court area, and into the maze of the gymnasium. (you have no idea where you’re going.)

it makes you think; is this all worth it for the stranger miya atsumu? maybe. maybe not. but you’ve gotten the chance - might as well take it. 

there are things you whisper to yourself as you run around the foyer, unsure of which entrance he’d be most likely to meet you in, so you end up running to all of them. there are around five entrances total.

“this is so stupid,” is one of the things you whisper to yourself.

“he’s not even that cute,” is another.

“why couldn’t he just ask me out normally?” a sigh at the second entrance.

“ugh, but he’s... so good at volleyball,” a remark at the third entrance.

and finally, at the fifth entrance all the way at the back, “you!” 

that is when you spot that familiar tuft of untoned bleached hair, swept to the left, his maroon club jacket replacing his jersey. you hope you’re not seeing a mirage, seeing as he hadn’t looked back when you first exclaimed of your presence. 

your voice is louder and more embarrassing than his, “miya atsumu!”

now he looks. 

now he turns red.

you see his brother osamu with some kind of amused grin as you grab onto the setter’s club jacket, dragging him somewhere. you mumble an ‘excuse me’ to his brother, and he surprisingly nods.

when you drag atsumu into a secluded corner still inside the venue, his face is bright red like you remember it. you let go of his arm, and it makes you cringe to see how you had literally just pulled japan’s number one high school setter by his sleeve.

“what was that?” atsumu fixes his bag. he tries to hide his incoming grin.

“you- you told me to meet you at the entrance,” you fumble with the ends of your jacket, “so i did.”

“huh,” atsumu mutters, matter-of-factly. he sounds amused. he looks at you with a smile. “i’m glad.”

there’s a silence as he offers to carry your bag. you let him.

“i know this place near this venue, do you- do you want to go there sometime?”

your ears perk up - it’s exactly what you want to hear. now, there is no contemplation.

you inhale. “yeah. i would like that.”

atsumu takes a deep breath, and he smiles like a happy child. you tell him your full name, and he tells you his, even though he knows you already know it.

it turns out, the first time you really meet miya atsumu, he is seventeen, wearing his dishevelled maroon club jacket, and so not ready to miss you.

and thank god; he was definitely going to see you again.

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Really in Love? 🔥

Leo Valdez x Reader (Athena Cabin Reader)

Summary: Leo didn’t know what went wrong. One minute, he had a smashing goddess girlfriend and an equally awesome best friend. And the next? One of them in the Apollo cabin, and the other one in the Apollo cabi- well, infirmary.

Warnings: mentions of dying, cheating and some blood. Also some elusions to smut and making out. A lot of angst. That's all I’m gonna say.

Word Count: 1.6k

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Life for Leo Valdez had been going good. He had just gotten back from helping Apollo, or Lester, and things had been going well. Calypso had just come back from her camping trip, and she and Leo were inseparable.

Which made things a tiny bit hard for you. You were Leo’s best friend, and right now, you and him were tasked with making the new Big House for the camp. Normally, Chiron would call Annabeth, but since she was out of town with Percy for god knows what (you knew what, he was going to propose to her), he had put you in charge of this project. And since you wanted to make the new structure a bit more technologically advanced, you decided to call Leo in.

And the progress had been going well. Until Leo’s entire attention was given to Calypso. Nowadays, you couldn’t even get a minute alone with your best friend without his annoyingly beautiful and mean gf next to you. And off the record, you had been starting to like Leo a bit. When you both were in the quest, and the only two single ones on the ship, you kinda felt like there was something growing between the both of you.

Turns out you were wrong, because in a few months, after your best friend allegedly “died”, he came back on a flying dragon and a goddess in his arms. Too bad you couldn’t find a boyfriend to take your mind off Leo.

So, life was awkward, but fine. Well….until you got shot in the stomach by an arrow. Yeah, it wasn’t your best moment. It was the day after you had had your one-on-one with Calypso, and you had managed to avoid her, but whenever you tried to get Leo on his own, she just happened to be there. So you decided to get him by himself when you both were working on the project. But before that, you had archery. And least to say, you were quite sufficient at it. So were the rest of your classmates, or at least the people at the training room.

So you knew you didn’t get shot by a fluke. The question was that, who would shoot you?

And you knew the answer. Austin Lake. The only guy in the feild who had some sort of resentment towards you. Why? Because he was your ex. Your breakup wasn’t the smoothest one. There was a whole lot of screaming and yelling. Oh, and a couple of threats and slaps. But you would’nt think that he would shoot you. Where you could potentially die.

So for the rest of the day, while you were in the infirmary with Will, you racked your brain thinking of a reason. But it wasn’t until you saw Calypso walk in that you finally understood. She had come in around the time that Leo would be in his Bunker, banging out dents and marks in his newest projects, with everything else out of his mind. It would be the perfect time to sneak away. At least it would be for Calypso.

You had suspected that Calypso had been cheating on Leo for a while. But you had never had a chance to prove it. Until now, where you had a perfect sight of Calypso and Austin holding hands as they made out at the back of one of the beds.

The sight made you sick to the stomach. Surprisingly, it wasn’t because of Calypso kissing your ex. But rather your best friend’s girlfriend kissing Austin Lake. Your mind went to the hurt look on Leo’s face when he would find out, and you could feel the pain radiating off him.

But you couldn’t keep it from him, so you decided to tell him as soon as possible. Gritting your teeth, you tried to stand up for yourself, pushing your hands against the bed. The pain in your stomach intensified by about a 100x, but nevertheless, you tried to ignore it.

Suddenly, you heard a gentle yet cruel laugh. “Oh Y/N, what do you think you’re doing?” You whipped around to see Calypso standing above you, with Austin at her side, and with one pointed look, he took out an injection, filled with green liquid.

“I’m going to tell Leo-”

“No you aren’t. Because you will not get up to ever tell him”, she said maliciously, as you watched in horror. Austin grabbed your arm, and even though you were stronger than him, the pain medication didn’t allow you to push him back. He brought the needle to your arm, and growled at you, his face turned up in a deep frown. With a slight pinch, he pushed it in harshly, the needle cutting through your flesh. Instantly, you began feeling drowsy, as your vision started swimming.

“Y-ou wo-won’t ge...t away with thi….sss”, you tried to say, but all that came out was strangled mutters.

Calypso laughed, swiping her hand on your fingers as her nails dug into your arm. “Oh sweetie, you can’t possibly think a child of Athena would beat a goddess that’s been around for millenia, right? Otherwise, you would be even more stupid then I thought you were…”

And that was the last thing you heard before you drifted off into a inky black darkness.

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Leo’s POV

Leo walked around the Bunker back and forth, confused on where you were. It was almost 6, and you still hadn’t shown up. Worried, he grabbed his tool belt, tying it around his waist as he left his workspace, going over to the Athena cabin.

“Hey guys”, Leo greeted, trying to spot any sight of you. Malcolm came up to him, his face etched with worry.

“If your looking for Y/N, she was in the infirmary. Apparently, some jackass shot her in the stomach with an arrow. We tried to find who did it, but nothing so far, so we are just waiting for her to wake up.”

As he heard that, he practically started running out the door but he stopped when Malcolm called him back.

“Visiting hours are shut right now. But Austin was the last one to see her, maybe check in his cabin?”

Leo nodded, and although he didn’t like the blond, muscular camper, he still wanted to see how you were doing so he made his way there.

And boy, did he wish he would have gone to see you instead. Because when he walked through the Apollo cabin door, he didn’t expect to see his girlfriend half naked with a shirtless Austin.

“Leo!”, she yelled, covering herself up.

“You-”

She tried to come near Leo, hands reaching for him, but he stepped back, as if her touch was burning hot. “Leo, I didn’t mean to…”, she trailed off, as she began to see the little sparks of fire starting to burst out from his fingers.

She stepped back, and for a second, you could see Leo calm down, wondering if he scared her. But when she reached for Austin’s hand, as she enlaced their fingers together, you could see the fire build up in Leo again.

“How could you-”, he shook his head, not believing it, “I-I was the one who got you off the island” He looked furious, but then his face crumpled as he stared at her. “I lied to my friends. Acted like I was dead for weeks. Just so I could save you, so I could get you off that prison!”

She didn’t say anything, as she just kept looking down at the floor. Half of you hoped that it would just swallow her whole.

“I literally gave my life, and you cheated on me?! You-you knew I had an issue with him-” Realization struck his face as he pieced two and two together. “Th-that’s why you didn’t want me coming with you to the infirmary, did you? Because he would be there. That must be your little get-to-know-you times, huh?”

She tried to shake her head, coming closer to Leo, but he ignited his hands again, this time making them burn bright. “You can’t possibly think that’s why-”

“Oh no, don’t try and make me think of something different. I’m a freaking mechanic Calypso! I wake up if I hear the faintest of sounds, and you wouldn’t think that I would find you sneaking out every night?”

Calypso stared at him, vision swimming with tears, but her face hard. Leo tried to find some bit of her left in there, but gave up, turning around to look for you. “How is-”

“Oh Y/N, I wouldn’t go to see her. Unless you wanna see her bod-”

“What the hell?”, Leo asked, his voice firm, as his mind went into overdrive. “What did you do Calypso?”

“Nothing much..”, she said, but he didn’t hear another word as Will Solace burst into his cabin.

Out of breath, and sweaty, he looked at Leo. “Y/N needs you… she is close to dying”

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That was it, the first part! I’m sorry I didn’t get to the second part, but I think the cliffhanger may add to the storyline, so let’s see if that works out. Thanks so much for requesting this, and I hope you enjoy it :)