#we all ache and we all wait and that's why we're alive

[anundyingfidelity]

AFFECTION — Soldier Boy

Summary: During a mission, Soldier Boy receives a hug from you unexpectedly. He likes it.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female supe!reader.

Word count: 0.9k

Warnings: canon violence and language, reader is kinda hurted, descriptions of blood and stuff, AU where Ben is working with the team on missions (which is what should've happened on the show btw), Soldier Boy being Soldier Boy lmao, Ben and reader are totally opposites and I live for that. Based on this post.

Note: soooo I'm still making some arrangements to my Soldier Boy long fic and instead I have this short drabble in the meantime. Hope you enjoy it hehe.

the boys/jackles tags: @k-slla

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You groanned, feeling the hard wall hit against your back. It was hard to believe but you thought probably you wouldn't go out of this alive. Your body ached and not even your strenght could stop this guy.

Fucking Butcher, why did you have to follow him to suicide again? Just a couple of cunts, he said. But he forgot to mention they had a weird improved dosis of V injected.

You fell to the ground as the man walked towards you. He was extremely tall and well-buff. No sense the Compound V on his system made him better, or at least that's what he thought. He was tossed to the ground by your side, and you crawled to the corner of the small room.

The distance was not enough to let you run away. You stayed there, watching Soldier Boy's big frame over the man. He used his shield, beting him to death and destroying his face and neck during the process. You were so damn sure his loud groans of pain would remain on your mind at least for a couple of days.

"Fucking pussy," the old man said, wipping some blood off his face. He got on his feet ungracefully and grabbed his shield back. He turned to look at you, still sitting on the floor. "You okay?"

You nodded. "Yeah."

He held you a bloody hand, which you took to stand up. There was an akward silence as you and Ben left the small room, you followed him around the dirty basement, filled with lifeless bodies and fluids on the ground, to meet with Butcher and Hughie.

"Guess those were all," Butcher announced.

"I have the remaining dosis," you took the tube from the pocket of your pants and showed them with a smile on your face. "Was the last one."

"Excellent," Butcher grabbed it and tossed it to Hughie, who saved the tube on a bag.

"We made it out, huh," you mumbled.

"Well, we're still down here, so," Hughie shrugged and three pairs of eyes narrowed at him. "What?"

"Just think positively, for once," you pleaded with a fake sharp tone. "Isn't that hard, y'know."

Ben rolled his eyes.

"We're on a fucking shithole, the kid's right. Let's go now before any of you fuck this up," he ordered and passed by between Butcher and Hughie, hitting his shoulder intentionally in the process.

You quickly followed behind his long soldier strides. "Wait!"

Soldier Boy scoffed and closed his eyes slowly only to open them again. You stood on his way with a big smile and wide eyes. Bruises and blood adorned your face and neck, your clothes were also splattered with dry blood and dirt after killing those clandestine stupid supes on an undercover mission at night, and still you acted like nothing had happened. He stood in place, with Hughie and Butcher standing behind expecting what the fuck you'd be doing this time. Sometimes he thought you were so fucking annoying.

"The fuck you want?"

You opened your lips to say something but nothing came out. Once you closed them, you beamed again and closed the distance between him and you. You wrapped your arms around his strong waist and rested your grubby check against his chest. He tensed visibly under your hug and after a moment you pulled away, your hands behind your back with a shy smile. Hughie and Butcher were clearly holding back a good laugh. They knew better not to mock Soldier Boy, not yet though.

Ben blinked a couple of times, trying to process what happened.

"What the fuck was that?"

You giggled. "Affection."

He wrinkled his nose. "Disgusting."

You gasped and faked sadness on your voice. "Why? I was just saying 'thank you for saving my ass'."

"It's fucking nothing," he rolled his eyes and started to walk again to guide the team outside, with the other two men with playful smirks on their faces following behind.

"Ben!" you quickly caught his pace to stand by his side. "Thank you, okay? Probably you don't like physical contact but I do. And this is how I show others that I care about them and that I'm thankful. I also give hugs because I like them and–"

"Shh!" Ben raised his hand, suddenly stopping his tracks by the end of the stairs that'd lead you outside. He turned and looked at you with that grumpy face of his. "I said you're welcome, sweetheart. Now we need to go, you can talk to me about your hugs shit later."

He pointed to Hughie and Butcher. "Now, you, cocksuckers, go up."

Butcher grinned, going first. "Sure, cap."

"You shut up," Soldier Boy warned, Hughie gulped and nodded, and made his way up on the stairs.

You stood there, with a smile on your lips. Always that fucking, idiotic, stupid smile, even after hard missions like the one you just had. It was like if you were the only one who didn't seem scared of him or anything else. Sure, you were a supe and a smart asset on the team. But still, a very peculiar lady through his eyes.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. Once Butcher and Hughie were out of sight he finally talked.

"Do it again."

"Excuse me?"

"The stupid hug, do it again."

You raised your eyebrows, eyes bright as you realized his request. "Really?!"

"God, woman. Do I need to fucking repeat my—?"

His words were cut by your strong hug. You crashed against his frame so hard he lost balance for a bit. He was certainly surprised by how warm your hug it actually felt. You angled your eyes to see his face.

"Thanks!"

You let him go and got up the stairs. He barely curved his lips at how happy you climbed them. Yeah, well he actually liked your stupid hugs.

soldier boy / reader

[riki-riks-chick]

jay smut :c

Life Saver ┃P.JS

Vamp!Jay x Turned!Reader

Jay turns y/n to keep her from dying, but was that the only reason?

cw: smut!, finger fucking, oral (fem rec), unprotected sex, vampire sex, blood mentions (biting/feeding), multiple orgasms, slight obsession, and i think that's it.

wdct: 1.7k

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Third Person POV~

You wake up in immense pain, vision blurry and ears ringing. you hear strong voices talking, and that's when you hear the words.  "You should have left her dead. why do you wanna be a hero so bad?" A strong voice rung through your ears as you opened your eyes, turning your head to face the two unfamiliar people, despite your aching head.

As soon as they heard the bed sheets rustle upon your movement, they both snapped their heads towards you. "You're awake! How do you feel!?" One of them rushed towards you, seating himself at the edge of the bed as you let your gaze fall on his platinum blonde head of hair. It framed his face perfectly. "I feel awful.." You spoke, your voice hoarse and raspy as you did. The other man in the room simply scoffed before taking his leave. 

 "Where am I?" You asked, glancing back at the kind man in front of you as he poured you a glass of water from the pitcher on the bedside table. "You're at my house.. You'll be staying here from now on.. Do you remember anything from when you were last awake?" He asked as you raised an inquisitive eyebrow, trying your hardest to remember your last conscious moment. 

 "Uhm.. I remember walking home after going out with my friends.. Those guys dragged me into that- wait.. what happened to me, and how did you find me?" You questioned as the man laughed nervously. "I saved your life..  It's a long story, really." He said as you shot up, immediately regretting the decision as your vision went blurry. "Steady.. The affects haven't worn off yet.. It's best to lay down for now.. Drink some water.."

You took a sip of water before laying back down. The second your head hit the cool silk pillow case, you felt somewhat at ease. "What's wrong with me? What affects are you talking about?" You asked as he sighed. "Promise not to freak out?.." He asked as you nodded. 

"I didn't want you to just die like that.. You looked so innocent, and... I may have turned you into vampire to keep you alive.." He explained as you stared at him, completely and utterly shocked. "I- I'm a vampire?" You stuttered out, and he nodded. "Yes, but it's hardly been long enough for the urges to kick in. Once you're okay to stand we can go through with your first feeding."

 "I'm a vampire!?" You repeated as he sighed. "Yes, but it's fine.. It's not much different from being human.. You're just immortal and have an undying thirst for human blood." He responded in a failed attempt to ease your mind, but you were still processing. "I'm a monster..."

 "Okay ouch.. We're not all monsters.. We live just like anyone else.. We didn't ask for this.." He said as you sighed. "Sorry..." You mumbled as he nodded. "It's whatever.. Get some rest and I'll check on you later.."

The second he left, the pulsing pain returned, making you wince. You couldn't even wrap your head around how much of a fucked up situation you were in. Eventually you fell back asleep, that way you wouldn't be distracted by the pain.

A few hours later, you were awaken by the same man as before. He was dressed differently this time, the dark clothing a stalking contrast against the white and gold face of the room.

He looked handsome, something you had hardly noticed before, and the sight of him seemed to ease your mind. "How are you feeling?.." He asked gently, his hand trailing your torso, it felt electrifying.

"I feel thirsty..." You explain simply, but he seems to understand perfectly. "I don't know if you're strong enough for your first feed, but you can feed off of me.." 

"What?..." You sound hesitant, but he brushes your hair out of your face, shushing you. "Don't worry... Every human has tasted blood before.. Just think of it as licking a bleeding cut.."

He then bites his wrist, his fangs stained crimson as he pulls you to sit up, letting you get your fill off of him. He runs his fingers through your hair in the process, easing you through it as you eventually pull away, your lips stained red, and your fangs peeking out curiously, the tips matching the same red color of your lips.

You seem to feel much better after your first feeding, but the glint in his eyes shows pure hunger. He leans in, capturing your lips with his own as he clears your lips of the crimson hue painting them. 

He pulls back, eyes glowing red as he smiles seductively. "I'm Jay..." He introduces before kissing you again, this time straddling you. His hands are planted on either side of you, hips meeting yours as you slide your hands up and over his shoulders, tugging him closer.

Something about him is simply impossible to resist, even the headache from earlier went away the second he got close. "Is this okay?.." He asks, his eyes almost begging you to say yes, and when you nod, he's sitting up, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. You help him, sliding it off of his toned shoulders as you undo his pants as well,  

He stares at you, in a daze almost as he watches you undo his pants, sliding them just barely past his hips before palming him through his boxers. He allows you to touch him for a bit before he grows too impatient, pushing your hand away before kicking off his pants completely. 

He then tugs at your shorts, tugging them off of you along with your silk panties, letting them litter the floor with the rest of his clothes. "You're really pretty... I have to say..." He whispers, running his finger over your hole as he spreads your folds. "So wet.. Good." He smirks, sliding a finger into you as a means of teasing. 

It's only one, and it's not that deep, but fuck it feels good. It's unbelievable how good he's making you feel off of one finger, and once he adds a second you can't even focus. 

"Holy fuck..." You grab his hand, moaning as he grasps your wrist, moving your hand. "Does it feel good?.." He asks, despite need of an answer. You nod, biting your lip as you tilt your head back against the pillows.

Jay pulls his fingers out of you, leaning down to kiss you again as he removes his boxers. "You know... I couldn't bring myself to leave you when I saw you like that.. I got this feeling, and it made me crave you.. Not in a vampiric way though."

You're hearing every word he says, but you can't seem to focus. He presses his tip against you, rubbing his cockhead along your glistening folds. "Can I? Please?.." He asks as you nods, moaning as he slowly pushes into you, filling you up completely.

He doesn't wait to move, his hips making slow efforts as he thrusts into you. His cock is deep inside you and you're seeing stars already.

You don't know if it has anything to do with the fact that your senses are now heightened, but you feel so much more sensitive than before.

"Jay..." You moan his name, feeling your stomach turn pleasurably with each thrust. His cockhead creates a bulge in your lower abdomen with each thrust, and he presses down on it, making everything feel ten times better. "Fuck.."

You feel like you've already experienced an orgasm, but you know for sure you haven't. Everything just seems so much better with him right now.

"If you feel like you need to cum, just let go... Trust me it won't be the last." He mutters lowly, thrusting harder as he slides his hand underneath your shirt, groping your breast. "Fuck Jay.." You grip his wrist, growing closer to your release with each burning touch. "I'm gonna cum.."

He smiles at your words, his hips seeming to increase the speed of their movements. "Cum for me, princess.. Let it all go."

His words seem to send you over the edge as a bout of pleasure blooms in the pit of your stomach. He's now leading you through the best orgasm, hips still moving fiercly against yours as you moan extremely loud.

He fucks you through your orgasm, wanting to push you over the edge even more. You feel incredible. Words getting mixed up, and just overall incoherent.

It's not long before he's coming undone too, thrusting hard, but slower as he cums inside you, filling you with his essence. "Stop clenching around me, fuck.."

He pulls out slowly, watching his white substance spill out of you as he runs his fingers through it, sucking them clean afterwards. "What a pretty little mess."

You're simply watching his every move, already feeling fucked out.

He lowers himself between your legs, licking your cunt from bottom to top as he sucks on your clit, lapping up the mess of cum between your legs.

You squirm beneath him, letting out little whines and whimpers as you tug on his hair. "Jay... Please.." The pleasure is intense and Jay knows it, he's obsessed with the way he's making you feel right now.

"You taste so good, princess..." He's breathing needily against your pussy, licking into it as he slides his fingers into your hole, moving them in and out at a fast pace while focusing his tongue on your clit.

You feel the all too familiar feeling build up inside you again as he continues to eat at your dripping cunt, his fingers fucking into you slightly faster with every passing minute.

You give no warning as you cum, but he's fully prepared for it, lapping up every fluid you let out for him.

When he finally pulls away, chin glistening with your liquids, he pulls his fingers out of you, sticking them into your mouth to make you taste yourself.

You moan around his fingers, gripping his wrist as he smirks down at you. After a short while, he pulls his hand away, leaning in to kiss you. His cock is pressed against you, fully erect and ready to fuck you again. "I hope you enjoy tonight because I want to be like this for the rest of eternity..."

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I hope this was good 🫣

[effietrinket1619]

Not TikTok related but I am convinced that Kyle has passed out from paint fumes before.

Like, maybe the room he uses as an art studio is a casualty of a flood caused by a TikTok video and, feeling bad, Jess allows him to temporarily use another room that she had been trying to figure out a use for.

But as it turns out the room isn’t as well ventilated as his actual art room so he goes from working with oil paints to waking up on the couch while everyone is trying to figure out if they need to take him to the hospital for some sort of poisoning.

For what it’s worth he’s probably fine, just embarrassed.

KSJFALKS

Kyle woke up to distant chatter.

HIs head throbbed. Ached. Was killing him, even. It was probably a bad thing that he couldn't really remember how he got to lie on their couch downstairs when he clearly remembered going upstairs to his makeshift studio in order to get something productive done, but that was fine. Maybe.

Blinking, he tried to reorient himself. Kyle was definitely home. Those were definitely the others talking next to him and that was definitely Keli staring at him, wide-eyed like she was surprised he was alive.

"What time is it?" he groaned softly.

She glanced at the clock, a flicker of a smile on her lips, and shrugged. "After four."

Kyle groaned again. "D'you have some water?"

"Maybe. Are you dying?"

He huffed. "No. Gonna stick around for a while, probably. Why?"

Keli shrugged. "Jess thinks you are."

"Of course she does." He struggled into a half sit, still slouched against the armrest but a little more upright. "What happened?"

"You passed out while you were painting," Keli informed him. "And then Guy had to carry you down and Hal freaked out. He's still looking around with John and Jo."

He was almost afraid to ask. "What for?"

"Gas, I think?"

Rubbing his face, Kyle grimaced when his hands came back slightly tacky and covered in red-orange paint. Oh yeah. He was starting to get an idea of what actually went down when he passed out. God, he was never going to hear the end of it. "Keli," he murmured, trying to stay calm while not alerting the voices in the other room, "do you remember the types of paints I was using? Were they oil paints?"

"How am I supposed to know?"

"Yeah." Grumbling, Kyle scrubbed at the rest of his face with his sleeve. Had he fallen into the canvas while he was at it? How much worse could this get? "Fair enough."

"That's it!" Guy's voice boomed from the other room, making Kyle cringe. "We're callin' the damn ambulance!"

Kyle was up and running before his body could even process the sudden change in motion. He nearly crashed right into the fridge as he rounded the corner into the kitchen, and only relished in the open-mouthed shock from Simon and Guy for a single moment before getting out, "Do not call the ambulance. Please. I'm fine, I swear."

"Keli!" Jess called. "I thought I told you to tell us when he woke up?"

"I forgot!"

Still clinging to the fridge door, Kyle raised one hand in surrender as shock morphed into collective fury. "The hell was that, Rayner?" Guy barked. "You tryna give us all heart attacks or somethin'?"

"Yeah, I think we all would love to know exactly what knocked your ass flat," Simon said dryly, crossing his arms. "And we should probably wait for Hal, John and Jo too, while we're at it."

With a nervous chuckle, Kyle said, "It's not, uh, a gas leak, if that's what you're worried about."

"Oh isn't it?"

Flinching at the new voice, Kyle spun around and wobbled momentarily before righting itself. Hal looked positively murderous. At Kyle. Oh boy. Kyle scratched at the flaking paint on his face absentmindedly. "Uh. Surprise?"

[cookie-gal]

A mini-chapter of The Faint hearted King (my EPIC AU)

No more hiding

His feet were aching so much but he knew if he stopped, SHE would catch him

Odysseus' anxiety starts spiraling, making his heart race in the process, his breathing also feels more rapid than before, He clenches the held small child on his shoulder tightly, arms trembling too

The child slowly opened their eyes

"Dad, when are we going ever going to play hide and seek? You promised we would."

"W-what..?"

Hide and seek? He promised Telemachus that they would play hide and seek together, but... he's seems to have forgotten?

Wow, such a awful father forgetting a child's game?! What kind of father are you? Why are you hopeless

"Dad, can we please play hide and seek now?"

"Hide and... O-of course Tel-Telemachus! I.. just u-uhm I.."

A soft gasp came out, as Odysseus spots a familiar small bedroom, Telemachus' bedroom. The cautious father gently pulls the doors open, sitting the small toddler in the middle of the carpet

"Dad, am I going to be the one that's seeking you?"

"I... Y-yes, yeah, of course s-son!"

Stop stuttering so damn much he's gonna noticed something's wrong!

"Hey Tele... can you do something for me?"

"What's that dad?"

"Can you.....cover your ears while you count?"

"What, why?"

"W-well, it's easier to y-you know concentrate."

"Ohh okay! How long do you want me to count dad?"

"Can you count to..100? P-please..!"

"I'll try my best to dad!"

Telemachus counted, slightly stuttering on certain numbers but still continued as Odysseus gives him a soft smile slowly closing the door. The nice tranquility feeling instantaneously stopped, all what was left was nothing but dread-like atmosphere and then, a haunting voice echoing in the halls her, voice..

"OH ODYSSEUS OF ITHACA!!"

"Oh no..!"

He didn't really have time to fully react to anything else, as soon as he made his way near the corner, his wrists are quickly yanked by someone

"C-Calypso!"

"Ody, y'know that I sharpened my toy to play with you~"

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She says as she pulls out the old rustic bloodied dagger pointing it towards his neck, making Odysseus feel a painful lump in his throat

"How's about we test it out today~"

"No..N-no please, I don't..want to!"

"I'm not waiting any longer old king!"

"W-what are you.? GAH!!"

Slid him onto the cold floor stomping on his back, causing him to shake in pain. Odysseus felt like his ribs were getting crushed, there was too much pressure on his back. His struggling was making things worse for him as Calypso called out to the others presumably to make his pain worse than it already was

"HEY LADIES GET OVER HERE! IT'S TIME TO PLAY!"

"NO PLEASE DON'T!"

Calypso skids Odysseus right towards the dining room door, he frantically tried to get up before anything else bad could happened but it was too late, Calypso shoves Odysseus back to the floor making his back pain more painful

"There's no point fighting back, y'know you're so weak, so malnourished to do anything. And if you do try, I can just stab you up and put you out of your misery"

She's right, she's always right about you.. You're so weak how can you even call yourself a king? How are you even still alive

Sinister smiles were revealed once the door was opened, tears welled up in Odysseus' eyes as the Suitress grabbed both of his arms pinning him down on the big long metal table

"Agh, g-gods please... Please let me go! Why are you always doing this to me!"

"Isn't it simple? You just have to learn?"

"What?"

"Like she said, we're just teaching you some lessons.."

Calypso entered the room walking right on top of where the sad king was being held down, Practically towering over him

Her speech continued

"If you really are a man, and a great king like you say you are even though, YOU refused to go to war...and let your wife take your place. Then you're able to handle all of this ache and scars like a true man is able to."

"That's, that's not true, that's not right either! I didn't make Penelope go.."

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"That was her own choice-"

Calypso jabs her dagger almost near Odysseus' ear, making him flinch

"HER CHOICE?? HER CHOICE WAS MADE BECAUSE YOU'RE SUCH A PATHETIC MAN! HELL, NO WONDER YOU'RE QUEEN LEFT YOU! OH MAN, NOW YOU'RE A EVEN BETTER LESSON!"

"NO, NO PLEASE! I.."

"Then again, I'm getting tired of playing this game. Instead of his arm how about we stab somewhere else"

"Wh-what do you mean- AH!"

No longer on laying on his pained back but on his stomach at this point, Odysseus knew what was about to happen next he tries escaping the suitress' grasp when something catches his eye.

A knife sharp or not, it's his way out of this torture

C'mon just need to r-reach!

"AGH!"

Odysseus felt a sudden pain pull from his arm. He couldn't really turn his head to see what was happening but he could feel. They were pulling his arms back his struggling wasn't really helping himself it was making it more painful than before

"AGH PLEASE STOP! IT HURTS, IT HURTS SO MUCH!"

"Your pain wouldn't be as bad as you're making it if you weren't resisting so much."

"That's enough, ladies I think I can handle this by myself"

The two Suitress looked at each other then shrugged, giving Calypso space, letting go of Odysseus' weakened frail arms. Calypso stomped right on Odysseus making him cry out painfully. And then, feeling a sharp pain in his back Odysseus screamed. His frantic clawing on the table made him almost forget what he was after while trying to escape his torment, the knife

His vision was blurry through the tears but still slightly visible and there it was, the knife right in his shakey hand. Odysseus takes action, in attempt to stab Calypso

"LEAVE. ME. ALONE!!"

Odysseus cried out stabbing his abuser's arm causing, her to cringe in pain, making Odysseus sorta slowly escape towards the door

"GAH DAMMIT AFTER HIM NOW!"

Calypso shouted, holding her stabbed arm

Odysseus, hands trembling with the knife in his trying not to cry nor look more vulnerable

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"ST-STAY BACK!"

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, WHY DID YOU STUTTER?!

The nervous man points the knife viciously at the two women.. That is until one of the two women got closer to him and grips the held knife. The realization started to kick in..

"This is a damn butter knife!"

The Suitress commented

The two baffled Suitress turned to Calypso confused by how she was stabbed in the first place

"What?"

She asked with annoyance and confusion in her voice

Awkward silence filled in the room, after the silence, the 3 of them realized that Odysseus was gone.. Before anything else could happen Calypso stopped the two girls

"Let'em go, he's been through enough torture for tonight. He's got enough mental scars and physical scars from us~"

Calypso smiles licking the blood off her dagger

It was over, atleast for now... Odysseus couldn't tell if he was feeling exhausted or relieved as he limped around the corridor, stopping by at a door and then collapsing

Telemachus, after hours of counting and repeatedly stuttering on certain numbers finally has to seek for his father.. The little boy seeked, and searched to only find bathroom door and a small trail of red beneath the door..

The small child gently opened the door to see his father hugging himself shaking alot and mumbling quietly

"Dad, are you okay?"

Telemachus asked softly

[spidernuggets]

Jason Todd x Reader

"Where are you going? Look, the Titans needs us-"

"Fuck them, Rose. Fuck all of you"

"Jason, please! Where are you gonna go?? We can figure something out!"

When Jason left with Rose out of Gotham City, you were heartbroken. You kept a one-sided love hidden, thinking it would be too selfish to confess your feelings to him while he's in an unstable state of self hatred. But when Dick revealed that he killed Deathstroke's son just moments after you managed to get Jason to step away from the ledge, you almost let your secret slip when Jason was swiftly packing his things as you begged him to stay.

"Figure what out, Y/N? Huh? Why are you even staying? Almost everyone is leaving anyway, and Dick is just a liar," Jason argued, stuffing his duffle bag with whatever clothes he could find.

"Because the Titans are the only family I have! At least Gar is staying. But you don't have to leave, Jay"

"And why shouldn't I? There's nothing for me here. Everyone hates me, hell, even you probably hate me. You only got me off the roof out of pity"

"That's not true, Jason."

"Then why else would you?!"

"Because I-" You quickly stop yourself, knowing things would only become worse if your feelings were revealed. So you took a deep breath and took a second to calmed down.

"Because you're my friend, Jay. One of the best friends I ever had. And I don't want you to leave," you say quietly.

Jason stared at you for a couple of seconds before taking your hand in his. "Then come with us. You don't have to do everything Dick tells you to anymore, no more lies, no more half truths."

You sighed, "I can't."

"Why not?"

"Yeah, I don't think I like the idea of third wheeling you and Rose," you try to joke, but your heart actually aching at the thought. "But seriously, I don't think leaving is a good idea, especially with Deathstroke around. And being alone with his daughter, I mean-"

"Wait, what you don't trust her or something?" Jason interrupts you, taking slight offence.

"I'm just saying to be cautious, Jason. I mean, Deathstroke already kidnapped you once and-"

"And what? You think Rose is working with him? Jesus Christ, and I thought I was fucked up," He scoffs. "Y'know, Rose admired that I made it out alive from her dad. I managed to make it out alive, and you still think I'm weak?"

"Jason, I never said that!-"

"Nah, fuck this, you're just like everyone else here," Jason says, zipping his bag close and storming out the room.

"Jason!" You tried calling out, just for him to ignore.

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"What, was it part of Daddy's training to fuck me this whole time?!" Jason yells at Rose. "I'm done with this shit," he says, grabbing his bag, starting to leave the home the two raided.

Rose quickly grabbed onto his arm to prevent him from leaving.

"Look, none of this was supposed to happen. It just did," she tries to tell him, but he ignores her, tearing his arm away from her grip.

"Get the fuck off me." He cries, and as if by reflex, Rose strikes a punch at him, blood quickly falling down his now broken nose.

"C'mon! Fight me! You know you want to!" She says in desperation.

Jason sends a cold stare. "Are we done?" She doesn't reply, tears building up in her eye. "We're done," he says, walking towards the door as Rose cries.

"Where are you going? Look the Titans needs us!" She calls out to him as he reaches the door.

"Fuck them, Rose. Fuck all of you," he replies, finally walking out the door with only one thing on his mind.

You.

He hailed the first cab he could find, telling the driver to head back to Gotham City.

All he could think about was how stupid he was to you. You were right, and he just left you like you were nothing. You saved him, and he treated you like dirt. You said he was your friend, and he abandoned you.

He rushed out the taxi after paying the driver, running up to the small apartment you were living at. You spent most of your time in Titan's Tower, but went back to your place when you wanted to be fully alone.

Your apartment was only big enough for one person, granted there were ants here and there, and a little mould growing in some places, but you saw it as your own place.

Jason knocked on your door three times, followed by a call of your name. He knocked again, a little louder, and a little more desperate. What if you weren't home? He couldn't go back to Titans Tower, he wasn't ready to see everyone else.

When no one answered, his shoulders slumped, and was about to walk away.

But your door opened, and you appeared on the other side, rubbing your red eyes with a fluffy blanket draped over your shoulders and your hair running wild as it was tangled and bunched all over the place.

"Jesus, who died," you say groggily, having not registered who knocked on your door.

Jason's eyes brightened as he returned to the front of your door.

"Y/n.." He softly called out. You stopped rubbing your eyes as you looked up at him, eyes widening as you couldn't believe Jason was standing right in front of you.

"Jason.." You replied, not knowing what to say. "How have you- uhm.. D'you wanna come in?" You awkwardly offered, Jason nodding as you stepped aside for him to walk in.

You directed him towards the couch. "Uh.. do you want something to drink or..."

"No." Jason quickly replies. "I- I just needa talk to you."

You nod, walking over to sit beside him on the couch.

"So.."

"I'm sorry," he says, looking at you with those glassy eyes. "You were right. Rose was spying on me, working with Deathstroke, you were right. I should've listened to you, I should've stayed. Just- just say I told you so and-"

You interrupted Jason by lunging towards him, blanket falling off as you wrapped your arms around him. "I'm so glad you're back," you said, your voice muffled.

Jason sits there in shock, slowly wrapping his arms around your middle. "You- You're not mad?"

You pull away, "Why would I be mad?" You ask, hands boldly reaching up to hold his face.

"Why wouldn't you be! I treated you like shit! I didn't listen to you, then I just left! How could not hate me?" He says in an outburst.

All you do is sigh and look away.

"What? What is it?" Jason asks.

"It's because I love you, Jay," you finally confess. Jason's eyes widened and was left speechless. All he could do was lean closer as his gaze shift down to your lips.

You lightly chuckle as you olace a hand against his chest to stop him.

"Stop. You're only doing that because of guilt," You say.

But Jason shakes his head. "No. No, I don't believe I am," he replies. "You've no idea how much I wanted this. Ever since you joined the team, I promise you."

You sighed. "Listen, you just parted ways with Rose, I don't actually think you-"

"A chance," he interrupts. "Give me a chance to show you how much I care for you. How much I feel the same for you. Take you out on dates, give you flowers, whatever. Just a chance, and if you still don't believe it, fine, I leave you be. But a chance is all I beg for."

You look down at your fiddling fingers, eyebrows furrowed, wondering whether or not he's telling the truth.

"One chance," you say. "One chance and one chance only. If you screw this up, then that's that."

Yeah I didn't really know how to finish it off, like I had the idea for the start but didn't know how to make the rest of the story so its pretty shit, but at the same time, its 2am so whatevah

Jason smiles, bringing you in for a tight embrace. "You won't regret it, I promise you, mama."

[hymemena]

Schoolyard Heroes Abominations Lyric Starters

Feel free to change pronouns as necessary, and remember to specify muse for multimuse blogs.

CW: Torture, death, violence, injury, sacrifice, insect mention, ghost mention

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Dude, Where's My Skin?

"Cut out your tongue and sing for me."

"You're so dead to me."

"I wanna see you suffering for me."

"Sink your teeth right into me."

"Death calls."

"The insects crawl."

"The ghosts you created are calling you out."

"Take off your skin and dance with me."

"Stare to the heavens."

"These lovely cadavers will block out the light."

The Plastic Surgery Hall Of Fame

"Fifteen minutes is much too generous."

"Suffering with none of the benefits?"

"They will be your plague tonight."

"Nothing shatters like broken glass."

"You're so pretty."

"And you're so dead."

"Look at what they've done to us."

"Built for deception."

"Man-made smiles make the mirrors ache."

"Now your face displays the modern age."

Cemetery Girls

"The skies weren't always black."

"We're still burning."

"My dear, nobody's safe."

"Do you hear me?"

"We will rise tonight."

"The cemetery line has wrapped itself around the world."

"We're still screaming."

"Did you pray?"

"Why would you waste another word on God?"

"I am the Devil and I've come to do the Devil's work."

Violence Is All The Rage

"Let me introduce you to your nightmare."

"You set it to burn?"

"You set it to life."

"You're screaming out but no one's listening."

"We're burning tonight."

"Oh, won't you lie to me tonight?"

"You're saying everything I wanna hear."

"Blood thirsty?"

"You're hiding diamonds in your pockets."

"Darling, there's no way to stop you, now."

Children Of The Night

"They said we'd never make it out of here alive!"

"Everything you touch shall be destroyed."

"Everything you love is crushed and broken."

"Oh, children of the night."

"There's no one waiting for you."

"You're a creature born without a name."

"I'll call you shame."

"Maybe vengeance?"

"Won't you tell me?"

"Tell me!"

The Last Man On Earth

"The world's on fire."

"Wrap me in your napalm blanket."

"You and I are the king and queen of nothing, Baby."

"Take my hand."

"It's better now together, though it's only us."

"We'll raise our glass."

"Now, there's nothing left."

"Fall asleep."

"You and I must make a pledge."

"One more time?"

Razorblade Kisses

"Your lipstick tastes like murder."

"Our hands are sewn together?!"

"We'll come to one another."

"Destroy me to your liking."

"Razorblade kisses leave you bleeding, Baby."

"You're so gorgeous."

"Your lovers' hearts will destroy me."

"Pay me with their lives tonight."

"You are mine."

"Some curses make things worse."

Sometimes They Come Back

"I've come to warn you."

"They're coming for you."

"I've come to tell you how they'll deceive you."

"Tell me!"

"Tell me all the filthy things I wanna hear."

"We have never felt so hollow."

"I'm listening."

"You're not coming back."

"We tried to warn them. They never listen."

"Pray you'll make it through the night."

Beautiful Woman Hunter

"There's a million stitches!"

"How they love to see us shaking."

"Watch the minute hand chase the hour."

"Boys you wanted, girls you devoured!"

"You are the lover, I'm the destroyer."

"Sing for me."

"Won't you take my hand once more?"

"We're still trembling."

"There's no telling what we'll do, now."

"There are no lovers-- Only destroyers."

All The Pretty Corpses

"They will sing to you in praise."

"Darling, won't you touch me?"

"Into the hearts of everyone you love?"

"I hope you hurt so badly, Baby."

"We'll die so slowly!"

"My dear, we'll burn tonight."

"All the rotting harlots, they will memorize your name."

"Revealing that the faces are the same."

"Darling, turn me inside out. Destroy me just for fun."

"Do you hear them screaming?"

Screaming "Theatre" In A Crowded Fire

"If I'm not mistaken, I've murdered you twice before, my dear."

"It's true, my dear."

"You smeared my blood like a whore's mascara."

"It was the right thing to do at the time."

"I snapped my fingers and I made you mine."

"Tonight you're mine completely, Baby."

"I've torn your heart out three times, now."

"You tore me up like I was made of paper."

"You're never gonna see me again."

"Tonight you'll be my only one."

[mindofeloquence]

the world reeks of death. the death of the soul. it's not the kind of death that steals breath or stills the body— it's the kind that withers unseen, leaving us alive in name but hollow in essence. it's the slow erosion of something sacred within us, buried beneath the weight of our egos, drowned out by the noise of a world consumed by self-importance and moral apathy. the soul, that divine whisper placed within us, has grown faint, suffocated by the endless demands of a life driven by want rather than need, by distraction rather than reflection.

there is a heightened dissonance with the self, a fracture that grows deeper every day. we are caught in an unrelenting cycle of consumption, desperately grasping at anything to fill the void within us. but the void is not external. it is the shadow of what we've allowed ourselves to become — a reflection of our growing distance from the soul and, by extension, from the Divine.

look at the state of the world: wars waged without conscience, suffering met with silence, and truths distorted to fit the agendas of power. this disconnection has spilled out into the world around us, shaping the moral apathy we see in every corner of our existence. and the systems that perpetuate this are not broken; they were built that way- designed to extract, to exploit, to suppress, and to divide. and while we may rail against these systems, we often fail to see that they are a reflection of our own inner disarray.

the world is alive, but it is not well. and we're not well either — not really. we've convinced ourselves that this is just the way things are, but is it? or is it just the way we've allowed things to become? it feels as though the moral compass of humanity has shattered, leaving us wandering in a wilderness of our own making. and yet, isn't this wilderness just the shadow of what we've become inside? a world stripped of its soul will always mirror the emptiness of those who inhabit it.

this is the age of the ego's triumph, where pride parades as strength, selfishness masquerades as freedom, and convenience overshadows compassion. the ego convinces us that fulfillment lies in domination, in accumulation, in the applause of others. we've allowed power to seduce, dominate, control, and silences. yet what the ego builds is fleeting, like sandcastles before an oncoming tide. it blinds us to the truth: that the soul was never meant to conquer but to connect. we were not created to hoard, but to give, to receive, to reflect something greater than ourselves - a Light rooted in Divinity.

and yet, we continue to feed the ego while starving the soul. we chase validation in all its hollow forms — status, possessions, power - and wonder why we feel more distant from ourselves than ever. the world grows darker not because of some external force but because of the dissonance within us.

this death of the soul isn't sudden — it is gradual, insidious. a thousand small choices to turn away from what matters, to prioritize ease over effort, comfort over conscience. and in that turning, we have built a world where meaning feels scarce, where the pursuit of Truth has been replaced by the pursuit of the ego. but this is not the way it has to be. it never was.

the soul, no matter how faint its whisper, still waits for us. it aches for us to strip away the illusions and return to what is real. it knows that life is a fleeting gift and that our purpose is not to serve our lowest form but to transcend it. to quiet the ego and hear the soft plea for justice, humility, and love. not the love that clings or consumes, but the kind that heals, uplifts, and reminds us of our connection to the Greatest.

the crises of today - our apathy and the moral and spiritual decay - will not be resolved by noise or fleeting action, but by a return to the Essence of who we are. a return to Sincerity, to Truth, to aligning ourselves with the Divine purpose that calls to us in moments of stillness. this is not a passive waiting for change but an active reckoning with the ways we've fallen short, a collective effort to heal what we've broken.

turn inward and ask: what have we nurtured within ourselves, and what have we let wither? have we lived for what is Eternal, or have we given ourselves to what is fleeting? have we remembered the soul, or have we let it grow faint beneath the weight of our own distractions?

it is not too late to return. it is never too late to quiet the noise and listen to the soul. to choose connection over conquest, compassion over apathy, humility over pride. it waits, as it always has, for us to remember what it means to truly live. the world reeks of death — but it does not have to. the soul still whispers, still aches to be heard. the light we thought had dimmed is not extinguished; it is waiting. the question is, will we return?

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

Maze runner the scotch trials- chapter twelve -

Previously chapter.

Masterlist

Newt kept you tight against his chest the whole helicopter ride, Minho clutching to your hand. He had just killed a friend and you knew he needed your comfort as well. A part of you wanted to never forgive him and a part that wanted to cry for him.

The helicopter landed and you all started piling out. It took four men to carry the crate that Mai Mai had been slung into.

There was a growling scratch from the hills and the soldiers started firing.

“Cranks, we got cranks!” You hear someone shouting and you're ushered along with the others inside the towering building. Inside soldiers were rushing about, some doing their duties and others helping to defend outside. It was the biggest room and largest number of adults you could remember seeing. You clutched to Newt's side.

You're shown to a room that had a table filled with food and were told to wait there. You all ate until you felt sick and it was good.

“Nothing like my stew.” Frypan remarked. You all giggled. The door opened and a thin man with stubble on his face walked in

“You kids doing all right? Sorry about all the fuss. We had ourselves a bit of a swarm.” He said.

“Who are you?” Thomas asked.

“I'm the reason you're all still alive. It's my intention to keep you that way. Now, come with me. We'll get you kids squared away.” He leads you through the halls and corridors,

“You can call me Mr. Janson. I run this place.

For us it is a sanctuary, safe from the horrors of the outside world. You all should think of it

as a way station. Kind of a home between homes. Watch yourselves.”

“That mean you're taking us home?” Thomas tries to keep up with him.

“A home of sorts. Sadly, there wouldn't be much left of wherever you came from. But we do have a place for you. A refuge, outside the Scorch, where WICKED will never find you again. How does that sound?” He grins over his shoulder.

“Why are you helping us?”

“Let's just say the world out there is in a rather precarious situation. We're all hanging on by a very thin thread. The fact that you kids can survive the Flare virus… makes you the best chance of humanity's continued survival. Unfortunately, it also makes you a target, as no doubt by now you've noticed.

Beyond this door lies the beginning of your new lives. First things first…” he uses an ID badge to open a door into a long corridor, “let's do something about that smell.” He grins and shows you all.into the shower room. It's one big room with around twenty shower cubicles. At one end is a long bench with several piles of clothes and towels on top. Each one with a name written on a slip of paper. You grabbed the one with your name on and placed it on a wooden chair beside the cubicle you had chosen. A woman in a blue uniform tells you to drop all your dirty clothing outside the showers. It felt strange to strip yourself in this foreign place but the water was warm and soothed your aching bones. You watch as Gally's blood washes from your hands and you use the provided cloth to scrub at your body. You realise now that you had several cuts and bruises on your body that stung with the soap. You hissed at the pain.

“You okay?” You hear Newt ask from the cubicle next door.

“Yeah, I'm okay.” You call back. You turn off the shower and use the towel to dry yourself before bringing the clothes in to dress yourself. The clean underwear feels good after wearing the same three pairs for the last three years. You pulled the soft cotton t-shirt over your head along with a pair of cargo pants. The fresh socks felt wonderful on your feet as you slid them into new black boots. Newt came over to you drops of water still dripping from his blonde hair.

“You ready?” He asks you and you add a dark blue hoody to your outfit. You follow Newt out to the next room where doctors were taking Minho and Teresa through some tests. They did it with you too. You would go between each station and they would test your stamina, your strength, your health. One nurse took seven miles of blood from you.

You see a woman walk over to Teresa who was sitting on a bed and pull the curtains across. ‘that's weird’ you think to yourself. The nurse clicked her fingers in front of your face.

“We'll need a urine sample.” She repeats

“What? Why?” You ask.

“To make sure you aren't pregnant.”

“Whoa what the hell? Of course I'm not!” You gawk at the question. Though you supposed it made sense you had been trapped in a maze with thirty six teenage boys.

When the tests are finally done you, Newt, Minho, Frypan and Winston are led into a large mess hall. There were easily another hundred kids in there. Your group go to the counter. You weren't hungry after the table of food from earlier so you just took a drink and some biscuits. The boys fill up their plates however.

“Where do you think they've taken Thomas and Teresa?” Winston asks as you all sit at a table.

“I don't know, but I don't trust it.” You sigh.

“What do you mean?” Minho asked.

“I don't trust her.” You admit.

“Three years you waited for another girl and now you're jealous?” Frypan laughed. You kicked his shin under the table playfully.

“I'm not Jealous I just…I dunno, it's a feeling.” you shrug again.

Two boys come over and sit down at your table.

“Hi Newbies.” The larger of the two said with a wide grin.

A man walked over to you with a clipboard in his hand.

“Y/n, the doctors have asked to see you.” he says stoically. You glance quickly at the other boys as you stand up.

“Don't worry, I'm sure you won't be long.” The man smiles. You follow him out of the mess hall and down a corridor to a small room that has only two chairs and table in it.

“Please sit down, they'll be with you in a moment.” The man says before shutting the door. A few agonising minutes passed until a woman in a white lab coat stepped in. She had a pile of papers in her hands, that she shuffled through.

“Nothing to worry about, y/n. I just have a few things to go over with you.” She sat down across from you.

“Okay so firstly your results came back and you are not pregnant.” She laughed.

You raise your eyebrows and nod, “oh yeah, I mean I was worried.” you replied sarcastically.

“Okay, are you aware of your blood status? You have an extremely high count of the enzyme that W.C.K.D look for. One of the highest we've seen in fact.”

“Okay, and what does that mean?” You ask, feeling even more suspicious.

“Well, only that we are surprised you were put into the trials. Normally they wouldn't put you in…from what we've seen at least.” She appears to correct her language.

“We wanted to give you an opportunity. Your memories back.” She says.

“Just me? Did you offer anyone else theirs back?”

“We taking it slowly. Your friend Teresa has already agreed.” She gave you a smile that you think must work.to persuade other people. You make it look like your considering the concept.

“It's a fairly new procedure you see, we haven't tested it on many of you yet.” There is a little panic in her voice. “Um, if it's okay I'd like to wait till you've tested it a bit more. I don't want to risk losing my current memories.” you shake your head and get up from the table, “I can go back to the others now?” You point at the door.

“Yes I suppose.” The doctor stood and opened the door, letting you out, “take her back to the mess hall.” She ordered the guard.

“Oh, is Mai Mai okay? Where is she?” You ask.

“The tiger? Yes I believe she is doing well, down with the other animals I'd say.” She says to you, before turning and walking away. Her words did little to ease your worries. You return to the mess hall just as Jansen starts calling out names.

“Good evening, gentlemen. Ladies. You all know how this works. If you hear your name called, please rise in an orderly fashion, join my colleagues behind me, where they will escort you to the eastern wing. Your new lives are about to begin.

Connor.

Evelyn.

Ev!

Justin.

Peter.

Allison.

Squiggy.

All right. Settle down.

Franklin. And Abigail. Now, now, don't get discouraged. If I could take more, I would. There's always tomorrow. Your time will come. Go on, eat up.” There was a round of applause as the chosen few walked to the doors behind Jansan. The boys all started talking but you ignored them, resting your head on Newt's shoulder, drawing invisible circles on his arm with your fingers. It wasn't until Thomas abruptly stood up and rushed across the room.

“Hey, Teresa? Teresa!” You can see her through the window being guided somehow with the same woman you had just spoken to.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Jansan stopped Thomas with a gentle hand on his chest.

“Where are they taking her?”he asked frantically.

“They just have to run a few more tests. Don't worry, they'll be done with her soon.” He tried to put on his calmest smile.

“Is she okay?”

“She's fine.” he gestured for Thomas to go back to his table and he reluctantly returned to you all.

An hour or so later you are all told to go to bed and one of the guards leads you all down a long corridor.

“Okay boys, this is your room, y/n you'll be bunking down th-”

“No way!” All five boys spoke at once.

“She stays with us.” Newt grabbed you and put you behind him so you were firmly between them all.

“We've got orders lads, don't complicate things.”

“She stays with us.” Newt says again punctuating each word.

“Whatever. Just no funny business.” The guard shakes his head and walks away.

“Thanks guys.” You say as you all walk inside.

“I could get used to this," Newt says, laying back on the soft bed. You laugh and climb on to one of the bunks.

“What do you think those guys want with Teresa?” Thomas asks you all.

“Now, if there's one thing I know about that girl,she can take care of herself.Don't worry about it.” Newt reassures him. You each climb into your beds and get coasy before falling asleep. The real beds with real pillows felt amazing.

You're woken up a few hours later by a noise in the bunk below.

“Hey. Down here.” A voice whispered.

@fandomfan-102 @deanstolemydragon @afalls14universe

[thebluestbluewords]

Chloe Charming’s Rules For Being A Good Person

The most important thing to know about being Chloe Charming is that your parents are disgustingly, adorably in love. 

Not that it'll matter anymore. Not if Mom is dead. 

That's why I'm writing this journal for you. So if things go wrong (again) and the future is horrible (again), you'll know who you were supposed to be. 

The annoying girl by your side is Princess Red of Wonderland, by the way. She's the reason we're in this mess. She's cute, though, so somehow you keep getting over it instead of skewering her every time she does something stupid and reckless and against the rules.

Wonderland has a lot of rules. Red's going through a rebellious phase though, so she won't tell us about most of them. She just keeps saying things like "flowers are illegal" and "my mother would have your head for wearing blue socks on Tuesday" and things like that. Rules that don't make any sense. Not like my rules, which keep us safe. I'll write the most important ones in this log, so you'll know about them even if we mess up again and you wind up as reckless as Red is in this timeline. 

Under this, in neat, round handwriting, is a list of rules, labelled: 

Chloe Charming's Rules for Being A Good Person

     1. Always be kind. 

     2. Protect your kingdom at all costs. 

     3. Treat other people like you want to be treated. 

     4. Do your best. 

     5. If you're good, good things will happen to you. 

     6. Don't use magic. 

Under this, there's a scrap of pink stationary, on which a different, spikier handwriting has added 

7. Don't anger the Queen. 

8. Stop acting so annoying. 

9. Stop stabbing people. 

Chloe runs her fingers over the page. "I think we messed up." 

"WHAT?" 

"I SAID, I THINK WE MESSED UP!" she shouts up the stairs to Red, who is pushing her way through the overgrown weeds they're surrounded by. There's a soft hiss of rain falling all around them, and Chloe is hunched over to shield the diary with her body from the misty spray. "I DON'T KNOW IF MY MOM IS IN LOVE ANYMORE." 

"WHO CARES?" Red shouts back. "MY MOM MIGHT NOT BE EVIL ANYMORE." 

"YOU--" Chloe shouts, and then realizes that she's only hurting her own throat by shouting more. If she wants to talk to Red about whatever they've done wrong this time around (whatever time they're in this time), she needs to get her butt up the steps before Red leaves her behind. "Wait up, I'm on my way!" 

"Hurry up then!" Red shouts back. "I'm not waiting around to see if our moms are alive in this--wherever we are!" 

Chloe tucks the book into her bag, shaking the water off the cover as best she can before stowing it away. "I think we're in my castle." 

"Your castle," Red scoffs. "Of course you have a castle." 

"You're a princess of Wonderland. Don't you?" 

"Wonderland isn't that wonderful anymore. At least not in my timeline," Red says, eyes flickering over to Chloe as she pushes her way up the stairs, through the weeds that Red, with her longer legs, managed to step through without a problem. "We have a castle, but it belongs to my mom. Not me." 

"My family shares what we have," Chloe says softly. "Or at least, we did. I don't know who I am in this timeline." 

"Your hair is shorter." 

Chloe's hand flies up to her head. "It's what?" 

"Shorter." Red reaches out to tug on the end of one of Chloe's curls. "You had it down to your belt before, and now it's just past your shoulders. I didn't take you as the type to cut your hair while you were hiding from me, so unless you're a lot more of a badass than I thought, it changed when we jumped." 

Chloe's chest aches. "I haven't cut my hair since fifth grade." she manages, around a heart that feels like it's stuttering, lungs that don't seem to work right. She hasn't cut her hair since the fifth grade, when she got a really horrible haircut right before her summer at the lake house, and then proceeded to fall off every flat surface in the lake, and get bit by a snapping turtle so deep that she needed three stitches. She hasn't cut her hair since then. It's superstitious and unbecoming for the daughter of a queen, but Chloe can't cut her hair. When she cuts her hair, things go wrong. Her mom might still be in danger, and they're on the most important rescue mission of their lives, and she can't afford for things to go wrong. 

Again. 

"Woah, it's just hair." Red says, through a sparkly haze. "Don't freak out about it. I'll cut mine too if that's what you want, I'm not attached to this mop--" 

"No!" 

"Woah." 

Chloe sucks in a breath. "Don't cut your hair. You can't. I can't. We don't need any more bad luck. I have a-- a thing, where every time I cut my hair things go wrong, and I need my mom to be alive again, and I just-- we can't afford it. Don't cut your hair." 

"You're freaking out about this." Red says. The corner of her mouth is turned up just the slightest bit. Chloe can't tell if it's a good thing or not. "You're like, super freaked about it. I think you're freaking out about your hair more than you did about your mom." 

"My mom's never died before!" 

"Maybe she has!" 

Chloe's chest hurts. Her ribs feel like they did when she fell down the main stairs of the castle after tripping over her first full-size sword. Like all the air's been knocked out of her. "Why would you say that?" 

Red lifts one shoulder. "Because it might be true. We don't know what our mom's fate is yet. She could've died before we had a chance to fix things, and then us traveling back in time might have changed history so she didn't. We don't know if she's ever died before, because we don't know what happened before we changed things. This might not be the first time we've tried to fix things, that's all." 

Chloe clutches the bag holding the diary to her aching chest. "It's not." 

"How would you know?" 

There's a half a second where Chloe considers not telling her. A half second where she lies, says that she just knows. Makes up some lie about how she knows it in her heart, because she's tried so long to be good that she can feel when the future they're in is bad, and she wouldn't know what that feels like if they haven't done it before. 

It only lasts a second though, and before she can second-guess the thought, Chloe pulls the diary, her diary, out of her bag. "Because I found this." 

Red stretches out her hand. "Give it here." 

"It's important," Chloe says, holding tight to the cover. It's just a book, and she does trust Red, but it's hard to let go of the reminder that she's here to fix this mess. That she's done it before. That there's a version of her, somewhere else out there, who wrote this down for her. "You can't lose this one, you have to promise." 

"I promise." 

"Really." 

Red rolls her eyes, but she lifts two fingers and brushes them across her throat. "Off my head and hope to die, Chloe, geez. I'll be careful with it." 

[areyoudreaminof]

This Life and the Next: A Nessian Playlist

It's finally @nessianweek! And of course for Day 3 I had to make a playlist!

We love their banter, their angst, their passion, and their deep undying love for one another. To watch Cassian and Nesta find each other despite their own personal challenges was such a beautiful and satisfying love story. For this playlist, I tried to follow a somewhat narrative structure that fell in line with ACOSF. I wanted to represent these two people finding one another and lifting the other up. This playlist also has a fun little bonus track for your fun Nessian writing needs. LISTEN HERE and take a look at some lyrics behind the cut.

As The World Caves In-Matt Maltese

My feet are aching And your back is pretty tired And we've drunk a couple bottles, babe And set our grief aside And here it is, our final night alive And as the earth burns to the ground Oh, girl, it's you that I lie with As the atom bomb locks in Oh, it's you I watch TV with As the world, as the world caves in

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene-Hozier

Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh, I Lay my heart down with the rest at her feet Fresh from the fields, all fetor and fertile It's bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet

Lose My Cool-Amber Marks

I was so full of pain just stuck in my head There was no one that could get me out of it Yes I think the drinking was a bit excessive Just to be frank the drinking ain't what caused me to be aggressive My heart has been taken over Everyday I get colder to 'em I realize need to let go expression from the get go to 'em Feeling it like I just need to speak my brain

Banquet-Bloc Party

And if you feel A little left behind We will wait for you on the other side 'Cause I'm on fire 'Cause you know I'm on fire when you come

Homage-Mild High Club

Please just have a laugh with me 'Cause you know I'm borrowing by now These sounds, have already crowned Come on it's a silly dream Dreaming of the imagery unfound The view sits nice from that cloud

Make You Better-The Decemberists

I'll love you in springtime I lost you when summer came And when you pulled backwards I wanted to, I needed to Oh-oh, to make me better

Andromeda- Weyes Blood

Treat me right I'm still a good man's daughter Let me in if I break And be quiet if I shatter Gettin' tired of looking You know that I hate the game Don't wanna waste any more time You know I been holdin' out Love is calling It's time to give to you

Skulls-Bastille

I don't want to rest in peace I'd rather be the ghost that annoys you I hope you can make me laugh Six feet down when we're bored of each other A match is our only light

When our lives are over and all that remains Are our skulls and bones, let's take it to the grave And hold me in your arms, hold me in your arms I'll be buried here with you And I'll hold in these hands, all that remains

Leather-Tori Amos

Look, I'm standing naked before you Don't you want more than my sex? I can scream as loud as your last one But I can't claim innocence Oh God, could it be the weather? Oh God, why am I here? If love isn't forever And it's not the weather Hand me my leather

waves-Miguel & Kacey Musgraves

Put it out, I'm on fire, fire That’s what I’m about, take me higher, higher, tonight I'm gonna ride that wave

the last beautiful thing I saw..-Paris Paloma

And I looked up, and saw the sun It separated all the colors And the ice, into my eyes It fell and left me blind That was the last thing that I saw The fractured glass and its downpour I felt the blood mix with the water And I didn't see no more

Rut-The Killers

So I'm handing you a memory I hope you understand That steadily reminds you of who I really am

This city's always breathing, I wish that it would die The kickbacks and the bachelors, the fever for the velvet rope The money from my mother's men I'm not like her, you're not like them

Tell Me You Love Me-Sufjan Stevens

My love, I've lost my faith in everything Tell me you love me anyway, tell me you love me anyway My love, I feel myself unravelling Tell me you love me anyway, tell me you love me anyway My love, I feel the darkness on my back

Eternal Flame-Saint Sister

I believe it's meant to be, darling I watch you when you are sleeping You belong with me Do you feel the same? Or am I only dreaming? Is this burning an eternal flame?

Milk & Black Spiders-Foals

Oh, I hope you can hear me All those million miles away, you'd stay 'Cause I'd love you dearly All those billion miles away 'Cause I've been around two times And found that you're the only thing I need

BONUS TRACK: Smut-Tom Lehrer

Give me smut And nothing but! A dirty novel I can't shut If it's uncut And unsubt-tle

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[rainintheevening]

West, Part I

Maps stretched out

The day after Peter ships out, the maps start appearing on the wall of the Fifth form common room at St. Maurice’s. Europe as a whole at first, then Italy, the Mediterranean, Greece, Germany, France...

He takes them home with him at the end of the term, Edmund Pevensie does, scatters them over his (and Peter's) room, mixed up with newspapers and letters in Peter's dashing handwriting.

Too many miles to count

He tries to find closer maps, more detail, tracing his finger across mountain ranges and down coastlines. He spans the entire Allied line with his thumb. He'd never felt the world to be so big before, never felt so small. Narnia had been such a small country. How long would it take to sail around the Cape of Gibraltar? How long would it take to fly to Sicily?

Sometimes he does the math. Sometimes he doesn't.

Let's just say we're inches apart

Remember watching the stars with Oreius? How you'd sketch them with your finger so carefully? How we'd lie out in the grass with Era and Philip, in silence sometimes, for hours? There were so many stars out there in the country. Some nights I'm lucky to see stars here. But when I do I imagine you seeing the same ones, mapping your way the way to well, your way to me. Sometimes I swear I can feel you beside me in the dark, little brother.

He lies in Peter's bed, letter in his hand, falls asleep with paper between his fingers.

And even closer at heart

For we are saved by hope: but hope that is seen is not hope: for what a man seeth, why doth he yet hope for? But if we hope for that we see not, then do we with patience wait for it. Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered.

Even as his pen moves over the paper, he finds his lips moving too, a begging murmur, mixing with the summer rain heavy on the roof.

And we'll be just fine

He laughs as Lucy places the crown of daisies on his head, and kisses her cheek. He rubs Susan's aching feet as she sits on the couch and reads aloud to them. He fingers his little silver lion against his collarbone, and smiles through the steam rising off his coffee.

Another pin pushed in

The maps on the wall grow a forest of colored heads and tiny flags, and anyone who wants war news or any better understanding of the progression of the European theatre goes to the Fifth's common room.

To remind us where we've been

He takes a map down to the stables sometimes, unrolls it on the table in the harness room, sits patiently as Master Gringham pores over it, searching for the boy who rode his horses like no one else, all of them trying to coordinate themselves.

The horses miss you, he writes to Peter. Have you had a chance to ride recently?

And evey mile adds up

He lies alone in their room, catching the faint murmurs of his parents downstairs, and he can't remember the last time he cried on Christmas, but he's doing it now, hot salt water on Peter's pillow, as Bing Crosby croons on the wireless in the girls' room down the hall.

Please, God, please let him come home safe, please let him be happy, please.

Leaving its mark on us

I was grieved to hear of your wounding, brother, but truly grateful it was not more serious. I wish I could be there, to make sure you were getting proper care and treatment. Be careful, please. But don't be a coward. I'd rather a dead brother, than a coward. But don't die. You're not allowed to die without me.

He means it, every word, that's why he doesn't cross any of it out.

And sometimes our compass breaks

Twelve of them dead, and I alive, and I don't know why, Ed, but I don't know if I can do this, I can't. Not alone. I'd forgotten how much this hurts. I only knew half their names, and I know Badger had four little kids back home, and I don't understand.

I don't understand.

And our steady true north fades

Snow lies thick on the moor, and Ed struggles to open his eyes in the morning. His feet are heavy, his mind moves slow, and he can't get warm. He sits as close to the fire in the common room as he can without setting his clothes aflame. Some mornings he sits with his hand on the black leather cover, but he doesn’t open the book.

We'll be just fine

There's a black and white photograph folded in with the thin paper, and there he is smiling up at them all, officer's cap set at a jaunty angle, shirtless with a bandage on one forearm. Peter hugs a scruffy looking mongrel dog close, hand rubbing the pointed ears, and Ed smiles back at the living shadow of his brother.

We'll be just fine

Warm spring sunshine splashes over Ed's face, and he leans on his spade, brushes mud off his hands, and surveys the dark turned earth of the school's Victory Garden, listens to the first formers laughing as they fling dirt clods at each other.

We'll be just fine

Come, behold the works of the Lord, what desolations he hath made in the earth.

He maketh wars to cease unto the end of the earth; he breaketh the bow, and cutteth the spear in sunder; he burneth the chariot in the fire... Peter writes.

We'll be just fine

Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.

The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge, Edmund answers.

I know that we will

"I miss him so much," Lucy says, and Edmund wraps his arm around her shoulders as they walk, remembering how he closed his last letter with those three words.

I just know that we will

He kneels by Peter's bed, his bed now, and the maps hang all round on the walls, he is surrounded by everywhere his brother is and was and could be, as he bows his head and the evening prayer comes weary and steady from his lips.

They used to say it together.

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Lily of The Valley (Part 11)

Pairing:Aris x female reader

Summary:When the reminders of physical weaknesses hits, you give the perfect unwarranted pep talk.

We were back on top of the train. For a while we had been jumping back and forth between the compartments.

With me on the other side, I grinned as I waited for him to join me. Going back for a moment, he did his usual thing of counting to three in his head. It keeps him in check before he goes to make an impulsive and possibly dangerous decision. I forced him to do that a while ago, and he’s stuck by it. By now, I doubt he even thinks about it. Seeing as it’s been years since he's had to do that but automatically did when we got out of the bunker without me even mentioning it, it just stuck.

Getting his running start, he sprinted to my side. Leaping over the steep edge, he let out a whoop of joy as his face lit up. With what seemed to be pure ecstacy radiating off of him, he flew through the air.

As he was almost over he was about to trip as his bad foot connected with the train. Grabbing his arms before he could fully fall, I grasped him by his wrists as I pulled him over the edge.

Breathing heavily, he laid on his back, the joy replaced with disappointment. Shutting his eyes for a moment, he let out a sigh with so much sorrow even the coldest person's heart would ache for him.

“I’m sorry,”He apologized.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,”I promised.

“No matter what, I’m just gonna slow us down. If I can't even jump over three feet how am I supposed to protect you if something happens?”

“I don't need protection,”I pointed out.

“It doesn't matter. I can't even-”

“Aris, stop,”I said firmly.

“It's true. I-”

“Shut up, and listen to me,”I demanded.

Closing his mouth, he sat up and nodded his head, gesturing for me to speak.

“You're struggling a little bit. You're always going to. No matter what, you will always have a limp. Not by choice. Not because it's your fault. Because you were trying to save everyone. You did your best, and you suffered from others' actions. It’s terrible, but that's how it is.”

“Gee. Than-”

“I’m not done,”I cut him off. Shutting up again, he looked at me.

“You will always struggle, but you're something a lot of people aren't. You're something a lot of people never will be. You are alive. Not just surviving. Not just getting by. You're living, Aris. You're living.”

“Why can't you let me wallow in self pity?”He complained, a playful smile on his lips.

“Because I’d be a fake friend. If I let you sit there and feel sorry for yourself and put yourself down when you can always get back up, I’d be a shitty friend,”I answered with full honesty anyway.

Sitting up a little more, his bittersweet smile grew a little wider.

“You're alive, Aris. Can you feel it? The sun on your face? The wind in your hair?”

“Yeah. I can.”

“Can you hear it? Your voice where the world can know? The birds in the morning?”

“Yeah. It's nice.”

“You're alive, Aris. You're finally alive.”

“I’m alive,”He repeated, standing beside me.

“Then, let the world hear you.”

“I’m alive!”He screamed, his voice seeming to echo in the open air. Grabbing my hand, he raised it in the air as he laced our fingers together.

“We're alive!”I shouted to whatever was out there.

“We're alive, we’re alive, we’re alive! After years, we’re alive!”

“Yeah! Screw you WICKED! We won now! We're the winners!”

“We won! We're alive, and you're not! We're alive!”

“That was pretty petty,”I laughed, letting our arms fall to our sides.

“It's fine. They're not around to know,”He shrugged.

“I love you, you dork,”I grinned, swinging my arm around his shoulders.

“Yeah. I always knew that,”He told me, pulling me a little closer as he did the same.

“This is why I don't compliment you,”I sighed.

“You know I love you too.”

“With all I do for you, you better,”I teased.

“Like not letting me lie on the ground and die?”

“Yeah. Something like that,”I nodded.

As I wrapped my fingers around his arm, pulling him as close as possible, I felt him shuffle his feet. Catching me off guard, he kissed my cheek. Feeling my face warm, I stared at him to see him turning a bright red too.

“What was that for?”

“I don't know. I guess just because I really do love you. You've always been there. Even when I've been an absolute idiot, you've stuck by me. You’ve done nothing but encourage me. You’ve always put up with me, even when you didn't even have to. Even when I got on your nerves, even when everyone else would think I was too much, you never did. You accepted me exactly as I came. Flaws, imperfections, pains, all of it. Even when I was a mess crying on your bedroom floor, you held me as tightly as you could. You make me better. You make me feel like I have worth. You give me something to live for. Whenever we're together, I swear we’re indestructible. I swear we're capable of putting out every flame the world has ever had. So yes Y/N L/N, I do love you.”

“Of course I stuck by you. You're the only person who actually understands me. Also, you're as smart as they come. You saw things people would miss, even me. You knew how to do everything you shouldn't be without anyone taking a second glance. You're at most impulsive but somehow know what the next step is. You're incredible like that. You may get on my nerves, but that's you doing it on purpose. I never saw you as annoying and never will. I’ll accept you no matter what changes about you. Because at the end of the day, you're Aris Jones. Not Subject B1, not a WICKED worker, not a scientist. You're my Aris. Even when you snapped under pressure, you found your way back up. You always will, and I’m more than proud that I’ve been lucky enough to help you do that. You're the only reason I know what it means to be human. To let loose, to let yourself breathe, to be something more in the world. You give me something to look forward to in the morning. You always have, and I will love you no matter what.”

“I’m glad you're with me.”

“Yeah. I’m glad you dragged me out,”I agreed.

“So you wanna go do something else for a little bit? That doesn't involve running?”He suggested.

“You're supposed to read the journal to me,”I pointed out.

“Oh yeah,”He nodded, taking his arm off of me and climbing down the ladder. Watching over, I made sure he took his time before getting down without a hitch.

Looking up, he held his hand out. Climbing down as well, I accepted it when I was one step above the ground. Not because I needed it. Just because he wanted to help.

Stepping onto the train, he turned and plopped down on the nearest seat. Handing him the journal from my jacket, I then sat by him. As he crossed his legs I tucked mine under me and rested my head on the shoulder.

When he opened the diary I shut my eyes so I could listen to his smooth voice.

“Xavier’s being himself again. In short terms, he keeps yapping. I do my thing of listening to him. It's honestly nice to not have to speak all the time, though I can definitely talk when I’m with him.”

As I absentmindedly sighed at the way he sounded he asked if I wanted him to stop.

“No. Keep reading.”

“Cat won't stop yapping either. To be fair, he calls him his kid. Like son, like father I guess. Xavier keeps flirting with me too. Sometimes, I'm worried that he means what he says. I don't even want to think about what it would be like if we liked each other. It could kill our friendship. It could ruin what we are. He’s my only good thing so I can't let that happen. That's why I never let myself think too deeply about my true emotions for him. If it is more than platonic love, if our I love you’s run deeper, that could screw everything up. I don't want that. I just want things to stay the same. If we broke up, that would be it. So no. We will never be more. I'll make sure of it,”He spoke, going quiet at the end. Opening my eyes, I saw that he was nowhere near done.

“I’m fine. Just, you know?”

“Are you alright?”

“That's all of that page,”He lied, almost slamming it shut. With his hands shaking, he gave it back to me. Putting it to the side, I repeated my question.

“No. I don't.”

“It's nothing. It's stupid honestly. Don't worry about it.”

“Are you sure? You know-”

“I’m sure,”He cut me off, his tone stern, almost snappy. Nodding, I raised my head off of him and against the window. Crossing my arms over my chest, I chewed on the inside of my cheek as a tense silence filled the air.

“I’m sorry.”

“It's fine. I didn't mean to push you.”

“You didn't.”

Not wanting to say something wrong, I said nothing at all as I tucked the journal back in my jacket. Looking at him through the corner of my eye, I saw him staring directly at me, his eyes burning into my soul. Turning back to the front, I kept biting my mouth until I tasted the familiar metallic blood. Continuing out of habit anyway, I let it fill my mouth.

“Do you want me to read more?”He offered.

“No. Let's just have some lunch.”

“Y/N-”

“Don't sound like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you're trying to make up for doing something wrong. It's fine, and we're going to eat now.”

“I . . . yeah. Okay,”He gave in.

“Good. Now let's go back to get our stuff,”I said, standing and going out the door. As he followed me we let the silence carry on throughout the walk.

[clarenecessities]

18, 21, 29 for the fic ask?

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

Oh! So in my... closes my eyes. In my Miraculous Ladybug Princess Bride AU. I gave Nino his own backstory (and honestly, sometimes I still think I should go back and do the same for Alya). He was freakishly small for his age and the other kids all picked on him, but he was also a wet marshmallow of a boy and didn't want to fight back. His parents had to convince him to learn how.

Nino climbed up so that he was sitting on his father’s shoulders, looking down on everything. “You see, my darling,” said his father, smiling up at him, “it is alright to have help. Together we are taller than any man.”

I think about it sometimes, tbh. I really liked how that chapter turned out, even if I hate parts of it now. Honestly this is the point in the fic where the communist undertones passed the point of no return lmao. Damn I should really finish that one someday I'm like 5k deep in the last chapter

21. Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why?

Oh dog constantly. I have a whole dumping ground for "are you sure? this is an entire scene bro" but I've never actually pulled anything from it. Most recently a bunch of Hordak exposition from the last chapter of Perfect, because like, it's fun, but it didn't serve the narrative.

“On crawling your way out of here and begging your brother to take you back?” Catra interrupted. “He doesn’t want you back. He sent you away to die.”  “Because he did not yet understand my utility,” said Hordak, bridling. “Once I have shown him the work I have accomplished in his name–”  “In his name?” Catra asked incredulously. “I’d never heard of Horde Prime until my future self started name-dropping. Do you think he’ll be happy that you never even mentioned him to your army of impressionable children?” For the first time, Hordak hesitated, looking back at Entrapta, then to the room behind her. His underlings were bundled up in ice and vines, all either unconscious or gagged. “Face it,” said Catra, brusque but less venomous than Adora had expected. There was a grim sympathy in the set of Catra’s mouth, the tension in her shoulders. “He’s not interested in your new ideas, or shaking things up, or whatever. It doesn’t matter if you have a different way of doing things, or cunning plans, or anything. All that matters is you’re not doing it his way.”  “Then I will accept his judgment,” Hordak said stiffly.  “No you won’t,” said Adora. “You haven’t yet, have you? He sent you to die in battle, but you’re still alive. I can’t even remember the last time you were in a battle.”  “That–he didn’t understand–”  “I thought Prime sees all?” said Catra. “Prime knows all?” “Silence!” snapped Hordak.

that went on for like another 800 words and like frankly, I could just knock him unconscious. boy we're getting real excerpty tonight huh

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

well shit. um. okay here, have some... oh, abandoned amnesia fic. those are always fun.

honestly this was more a series of unconnected scenes i thought would be fun. not exactly happy with it but shrug emoji

The first thing Adora noticed was the deep ache in her head, radiating from a point near her temple. Gradually, she catalogued other pains--her right shoulder, her abdomen, what felt like every single muscle.

She was laying in a bed, softer than she remembered the infirmary cots, but her aching body was hardly complaining. There was a familiar weight at her side, so whatever had taken her out didn’t hurt Catra badly enough to warrant her own bed. She was curled up over Adora’s good arm, face resting at the join of her neck and shoulder, her breath warm against Adora’s skin. Wait, skin? What was she wearing? 

Adora opened her eyes to check and immediately groaned at the light. Catra stirred instantly, shooting up to hover over her. 

“Adora?” she asked, tone soft but colored with anxiety. Wow, Adora must have really gotten her ass kicked. Catra always played off her concern. “Melog, go get Glimmer.” 

Melog? Glimmer? Whatever, Adora had other things to worry about. She squinted one eye open, Catra blurry but unmistakable above her. “What happened?”

“You lost a fight with a tree,” said Catra, relaxing marginally. She laughed a little breathlessly at Adora’s misfortune, leaning back. “Fuck, never do that again.”

Right. The tree. The skiff. 

“Me?” Adora groaned, closing her eye again. “You never do that again. How much trouble are we in?” 

“We?” asked Catra, in the same indignant tone Adora had used. “Oh no dummy, this one’s all you. You have been asleep for two days.” 

“Two days?” Adora squeaked, eyes flying open. “What about the raid?” 

“The--what?” asked Catra, clearly confused. 

Adora blinked, taking in the room. 

It was decidedly not the infirmary. 

“Where are we?” she asked, frowning. It was wide open, airy almost, all pastels and soft fabric. There were crystals, and blankets over the windows, and a waterfall in the corner, but Catra didn’t seem alarmed so Adora tried not to panic. 

Catra was staring at her with mounting concern, though, so she pushed herself up into a sitting position despite the screaming in her muscles. She was wearing some sort of pajamas, which explained her exposed skin but not how she’d gotten into them in the first place. And Catra’s clothes were… different. Looser. Softer. 

“Adora,” she said, holding her gaze, “What’s the last thing you remember?” 

“We were in the Whispering Woods,” said Adora, slowly. “We crashed the skiff, and I thought I saw… a sword?”

Catra visibly schooled her expression, leaning back so she was sitting up straight instead of hovering over Adora. She didn’t say anything.

“Catra, what is it?” Adora asked, anxiety growing with each second of silence. “Did I forget something?” 

Catra laughed, hollow and disbelieving. “Uh, yeah, you could say that.” 

“How much did I--”

Adora cut off with a yelp as a shower of sparkles exploded into being in the middle of the room, crystallizing into two people and a very large--cat? It looked like a cat. It had a weird, flowing mane that was undulating like a cloud of smoke, rapidly changing colors as it went. 

She was on her feet in an instant, staggering only a little as her legs got caught in the blanket. 

“Adora!” said the taller of the two, reaching towards her in an overeager grapple. She grabbed his arm, using his momentum against him, and flipped him over her hip. He went down easily, clearly not expecting the counter, and landed solidly on his back with a wheeze. 

“Catra, go! I’ll hold them off!” Adora barked, eyes narrowing as she turned her focus to the real threat. 

Princess. 

She didn’t look too tough. She was mostly gaping at her downed companion, looking between him and Adora like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. 

“Adora, what--” 

She took a step forward, but the cat-thing cut in front of her, its mane a dark, twisting blue. It looked up at her plaintively. 

“I wouldn’t if I were you, Sparkles,” said Catra from behind her. Adora glanced back at her reprovingly. Of course she wouldn’t run. “Force Captain Adora here could kick your ass with one hand tied behind her back.” 

“Force Captain?” the princess--Sparkles?--repeated, brow creasing in confusion. Adora backed up, away from the companion, who had made no attempt to regain his feet. 

“You’re kidding,” he wheezed, looking up at Catra. 

Catra looked down at him, grim and unforgiving. Adora relaxed slightly. They could get out of this. They’d be okay. 

“I can only joke about brain damage so many times before the universe decides to punish me,” said Catra, holding out a hand and helping him up. Adora stared at her, aghast, but Catra just raised a challenging eyebrow and herded him back towards the princess. 

“Catra, what--?”

“Are you kidding me?” asked Sparkles, shrill. She stepped forward again, and this time the cat-thing let her go. She headed right for Catra, literally glowing with magic, and Adora’s heart stopped in her chest. 

She threw herself bodily between them, bulling the princess backwards with the unexpectedness of the move. Sparkles stumbled back towards the man and the cat-thing, eyes wide as Adora did her best to loom menacingly. 

“Stay away from her,” she growled, spreading her stance wider to shield more of Catra. 

“Adora!” said Sparkles, gaping up at her now. “Do you--Catra?” 

“Amnesia,” said Catra. Adora’s scowl deepened, though she didn’t take her eyes off the princess. Catra shouldn’t be broadcasting weak points like that. Why was she being so friendly with these people? How long had they been captured? “And somehow I don’t think she’s going to submit to anyone magicking her brain back to normal.”

Adora stiffened at the mention of magic, glancing down at the princess’s hands. No glow, but that didn’t always mean something. Shadow Weaver had plenty of potions and shades that did her bidding with no visible indication. Who knew what a monster like this would be capable of with that same power? 

“Okay,” said the man, slow and conciliatory, reaching out to reel the princess back to his side. “What about, you know, She-Ra?”

Adora’s headache throbbed. She bit back a wince. What the hell was She-Ra? Was that some kind of spell? Some new princessy torture method? She didn’t like the way he asked it, like it was an obvious solution to why she wasn’t just laying down and letting them experiment on her. 

“She doesn’t even know about She-Ra,” Catra groaned. “How did she figure it out the first time?” 

“Figure out what?” asked Adora, turning her head but locking eyes with Sparkles in case she tried anything. “Catra, what’s She-Ra?” 

“You’re She-Ra,” said Catra. “I’ll explain in a minute, okay?” 

She was being weirdly polite. Catra never explained herself if she could help it, let alone reassure Adora she would. Something was wrong. 

“It doesn’t matter how it happened the first time, the sword is gone,” said the man, shaking his head. “We should be focusing on how it works now.” 

“Somehow I don’t think that’s a viable option, Bow,” Catra huffed. 

“Why not?” asked Sparkles, bright and teasing. Adora shifted to allow Catra room to attack, but she didn’t so much as twitch. Something was very wrong. 

“She doesn’t… She thinks we’re still cadets!” said Catra. “Or at least that I am! She’s forgotten like six fucking years!” 

“What?” Adora gasped, finally tearing her eyes off the threat to stare at Catra. “Six years?” 

“Catra, just tell her,” said Sparkles. “We need She-Ra.”

Catra’s tail lashed behind her. “We need Adora to be comfortable,” she hissed. 

“She’d be a lot more comfortable with her memories,” Bow pointed out. 

“This is a terrible fucking idea,” Catra muttered, glancing back up and locking eyes with Adora. 

Adora sucked in a surprised breath as Catra advanced, standing far closer than she usually did, still staring into her eyes. She looked so serious. Almost scared, but that was stupid, Catra never got scared. Even when they’d been captured by a princess she kept her cool. She rested one hand on Adora’s waist, the other coming up to cradle her jaw. Adora’s chest felt tight, but she was frozen in place, wide-eyed and speechless as she watched Catra’s every movement.

“I love you,” said Catra, soft and earnest. 

Adora’s racing thoughts spun out, sputtering to a halt. 

“I’m in love with you,” Catra clarified, like Adora would have somehow misinterpreted that in conjunction with their position. “I always have been. I always will be. Could we--can I kiss you?” 

Adora stared at her wordlessly, half-expecting her to press forward regardless--Catra took what she wanted--but Catra just held her gaze and waited, patient and gentle and so unlike herself. 

Abruptly, Adora realized what was going on. 

She yanked out of Catra’s arms, launching herself at Sparkles, and tackled her to the ground. 

“What did you do to her?” she demanded, grabbing her by the collar and shaking. 

“What--” Sparkles tried, but her head was being rattled too much to get any further. 

“What did you do to her?” Adora demanded again, louder, more desperate. She didn’t know magic. She couldn’t undo this. Catra’s mind was at the mercy of a princess, and Adora--Adora couldn’t do anything to protect her. She’d already failed. “Undo it!” 

“Adora!” said Bow at her side, alarmed. “Adora, what--” 

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Adora growled, holding Sparkles close enough that she could feel the flex of Adora’s arms against her, “You’re going to fix whatever fucking--princess mind control--bullshit you did to Catra, you’re going to tell me what She-Ra is, and then, you’re going to let us go, or else.”

“Adora,” said Catra from behind her, plainly exasperated. Adora didn’t react. She knew she was being reckless, taking this on alone, but--Catra would do it for her in a heartbeat. She had to fix this. 

“Or else what?” asked Sparkles. She didn’t sound petulant, as if surrendering, but genuinely curious. And scared. Adora was surprised how much she relished the thread of fear in her voice, the tacit concession. Maybe she wouldn’t have to fight; maybe the princess didn’t realize she’d only been Force Captain for a few hours. 

“Or else--or else I’ll make you,” she told Sparkles, swallowing. She couldn’t come up with specifics on the fly, but she hoped her sincerity made up for it. The princess certainly blanched as if it did. 

“Adora, nobody cast a spell on me,” said Catra, squatting down beside her. Adora didn’t look at her. Couldn’t, after she’d said… Adora’s cheeks felt hot, but she kept her gaze focused on the princess. 

“Don’t worry, Catra,” she assured, tightening her grip. “I’m--I’m going to fix this. It’s gonna be okay.” 

The weird, cat-like animal approached from Adora’s other side, trilling lightly. Its mane was forming weird, angular lines of cyan and turquoise, rippling over a kaleidoscope of colors. 

“Adora, you’re the one whose brain broke,” said Catra, apparently giving up and just sitting on the floor. She patted the princess’s shoulder reassuringly, making both Sparkles and Adora scowl. Sparkles twisted her head around to glare at Catra, but Adora yanked on her collar before she could actually address her. 

“What’d Melog say?” she asked anyway, craning her neck. 

“That you brought this on yourself and should have listened to me,” said Catra.

“Who’s Melog?” Adora asked suspiciously. The cat-thing meowed at her, moving its head as if to rub against her shoulder, but Adora shrank away suspiciously. Whatever this thing was, it was in league with the princess. She couldn’t let her guard down. 

“That’s Melog,” said Catra, as the cat--as Melog mewed dolefully. “They’re my… companion, I guess. You have Swift Wind, and I have Melog.” 

“What’s Swift Wind?” 

“The world’s stupidest horse.” 

“Horse?” asked Adora, frowning. 

“Hoo boy,” said Catra. “Do you guys have a picture dictionary or something? This might take a while.” 

“Yeah, let me go grab it,” Sparkles said sarcastically, gesturing at Adora’s hands, still buried in her collar.

“She wasn’t this scary last time,” said Bow, sitting on the ground where Adora could see him, well out of reach. “I mean yeah, we like, fought, but--she said she didn’t want to hurt us, remember? You didn’t believe her.” 

“Of course I didn’t believe her,” said Sparkles, not exactly indignant but a little offended, maybe? “She was a Horde soldier and she attacked us.” 

“To get the sword, which she did find first,” said Bow. 

“The sword?” Adora echoed, hesitating. “You saw it too?” 

“Oh we’ve all seen it,” said Catra, making a face. Adora looked at her uncertainly. “It’s gone, Adora. You got rid of it.” 

“Oh,” she said. That felt… wrong. Disappointing, almost. She was disappointing. 

“And of course she’s scarier this time,” Catra told Sparkles and Bow. “She thinks you mind-controlled her best friend. It’s a bit more to process than a bout of ‘finders keepers’.” 

“Adora, I promise I didn’t mind control Catra,” said Sparkles, exasperated from where Adora still had her pinned to the floor. “I don’t even know how to do that.” 

“Of course you don’t,” Adora spat. “You can’t even control your powers. But it’s the only--it had to have been you, subconsciously or something, so--so undo it, or I’ll make you.” 

“This is getting a little personal,” said Bow, tone placating as he raised his hands to show they were empty, scooting closer. Adora huffed a breath sharply through her nose, glowering at him. “How about you let Glimmer up and we leave you and Catra alone? You’re free to leave, if you want to.” 

Glimmer? Was her name not Sparkles? 

Whatever. It didn’t matter. 

“I’m not going anywhere until you fix Catra’s brain,” said Adora, but Catra was shaking her head and rolling her eyes and Adora slid backwards off the princess in spite of herself, following the implicit command. Even if Catra wasn’t fully herself, they could use some time alone. To brainstorm. 

“Okay,” said Bow, smiling. “Can we get you anything? Some food? Water? I know your doctor would appreciate it if you got back in the bed, but I understand if you aren’t comfortable with that right now.”

“No,” Adora said shortly. “Get out of here before I change my mind. This isn’t over.” 

Sparkles--Glimmer?--sighed melodramatically and slapped a hand to Bow’s knee, and they disappeared in a cloud of magic. 

“Are you okay?” Adora asked immediately, rising up on her knees to inspect Catra properly. No visible injuries, but magic didn’t always leave a mark. 

“We have to find Shadow Weaver,” she mumbled, half to herself, as she turned Catra’s head to either side to check for spell-burns. Catra recoiled, pulling out of her hands and hissing. The look on her face was something like betrayal, but Adora didn’t understand. Catra had her mind scrambled by princess magic. They needed a sorcerer to set it to rights, and Shadow Weaver was the only one they knew. 

“Seriously?” Catra demanded. She actually looked hurt, expression still so much more open than Adora was used to, and it made her falter, hands hovering uselessly in the space between them. “You want to let Shadow Weaver dig through my brain?” 

“Of course not!” said Adora. “But--Catra, I don’t know what else to do. What if they brainwashed you or something? I can’t--we can’t just let them--this isn’t right.” 

“Is it that hard to believe?” Catra asked, petulant now. She wrapped her arms around herself, leaning into Melog as it--they?--pressed into her shoulder. “They’re our friends, Adora. The Horde… it wasn’t what they said it was.” 

“Was?” Adora whispered, freezing. Catra grimaced.

“Disbanded a few years ago. There was… Things escalated. Hordak came around eventually, and you were able to save him.” 

“Save him?”

“Ugh, what are you, an echo chamber? Yeah, you saved him. His superior came to town and tried to destroy the fucking universe so he could… I don’t know. Reset it? Didn’t make any fucking sense,” said Catra. She wasn’t looking at Adora. 

“So I… I helped Hordak,” said Adora, slowly. Okay. So she was still loyal to the Horde, it was just--their methodology had changed, or something. She looked around the room again, taking in the ostentatious shapes and colors. The furniture all looked so soft, as soft as Catra’s new clothes. It was a stark contrast to the utilitarian styles Adora was more familiar with, and she couldn’t quite reconcile it with the idea of order. “He has a superior?” 

“Had,” Catra corrected. Melog shuddered at her side, mane flaring a sharp and agitated orange. Adora stared at them for a moment, surprised. Was their mane responding to Catra’s voice? “He’s gone. He’s never coming back.” 

No Horde, no leader, and Catra thought she was… interested. 

In Adora. 

“Who do we report to?” she asked, shaking her head as if it would physically diffuse her blush. “Hordak?” 

Catra barked out a laugh, in the same instant Melog’s mane turned a vibrant cerulean. Interesting--maybe it responded to tone as well. The different colors meant different things. 

“As if!” Catra managed, laughing so hard she had to unwind her arms and lean on Melog for support, her eyes sparkling when she blinked them open. Adora smiled just watching her, even having no idea what was so funny; she couldn’t remember the last time she’d heard Catra laugh like this. Maybe a few cackles at other people’s expense now and again, but this was downright joyful. “We don’t report to anybody. I mean, Glimmer is like, in charge, technically, but--I mean, come on. You saw her.” 

“I--the princess?” asked Adora, horrified. 

“Queen,” Catra corrected, smirking at the look on her face. “What’s the matter, Adora? Scared?” 

“You should be!” said Adora. “Don’t you see what she’s doing? She brainwashed you into following her orders so she can use you!” 

She was expecting Melog to turn red again--Catra had never dealt well with accusations, and she was almost certainly about to start shouting--but they stayed a placid shade of blue, though the shape got a little curlier. It almost seemed… amused. 

“I wish you remembered enough to know how ironic that was to say,” said Catra, after a moment. Melog’s mane didn’t change, so maybe it wasn’t tone. Maybe they just responded to Catra’s mood, somehow. Pheromones or something? 

“What?” said Adora. 

“Ironic,” Catra said slowly, like Adora just hadn’t understood the word. “Like somebody who’s been brainwashed into obedience telling you you’ve been brainwashed into obedience. Seriously, Adora? You think I’d take orders from Sparkles?” 

“I--if you’ve been--she’s a princess, Catra! You can’t trust her! Especially not when she’s messing with your mind.” 

“Look, I’ve done the whole ‘mind control’ thing,” said Catra, waving a hand as if she could dispel the horror that elicited. Melog’s mane shrunk closer to their body, turning a sickly shade of green that matched the queasiness Adora felt. “Forget altering perceptions, we’re talking full-on puppet mode, but the puppeteer’s coming from inside the house.” 

“Catra--” 

“I need you to be honest with yourself,” Catra interrupted. “Do I seem unhappy? Beyond general concern over your dumb ass getting amnesia?” 

“I--no?” Adora said uncertainly. Kind of the opposite, really. She was so happy she was like a different person. 

“Am I some kind of princess-worshipping sycophant?” 

“No,” mumbled Adora. She’d been very rude both to and about the princesses. “But--”

“You can accept that it’s the future, that the Horde is gone, that I have a fucking alien keyed into my emotions, but you can’t accept that I’m in love with you.”

Adora flushed again at hearing the words. “It--no. I can’t.” 

“Why not?” asked Catra. Adora risked a glance at her, lured by the resignation in her tone. She looked almost… sad. 

“What--I mean--Catra, come on,” Adora spluttered. “You’re not--You definitely haven’t always been. I think I would have noticed if--if that.” 

“Say it,” said Catra, meeting her eyes, expression smoothing out. 

“Say--?”

“Say I’m in love with you. Even if you’re denying it.” 

“You’re--you’re not--you aren’t in love with me,” Adora mumbled, looking away again. Her cheeks felt hot. “That’s--She’s just trying to--You aren’t.”

“Why?” 

Adora blinked, looking back up at her, only to instantly avert her eyes. She shrugged, tangling her fingers in her lap. 

“Adora, why not? Why couldn’t I be?” 

“You just couldn’t,” said Adora. “Maybe she can’t mess with my mind while I have amnesia, or something, so she’s trying to get to me through you? She thinks I’ll give in if you--um.” 

“Because you want this,” said Catra, smug. “You want me to be in love with you.” 

“That’s--no!” Adora spluttered. “Not if it isn’t you!"

Catra smiled at her, soft again, her whole face warm and affectionate. Her arms had loosened from her torso, simply crossed over her chest now. “But if I were me. If I weren’t being mind controlled, and I was free to make my own choices, and feel my own feelings. You’d want that.” 

Adora looked away again, blinking away the sudden heat behind her eyes. “It doesn’t matter,” she mumbled. “It wouldn’t even… It would just be…”

[miraiq]

How should one act when faced with the dead..? | @crimsonbesotted spoilers for 2.1

This.. wasn't right. There's no way it could be really happening.. They were allies now, though slightly reluctant out of the method in which they became such, weren't they..? So why.. why was Aventurine calling out for a fight on a live broadcast? Why was Aventurine outing Caelus as a being hosting a Stellaron to the habitants of Penacony? Sure the blond had known of Caelus' true nature, having called him out on it in private almost as if as a threat, but the Trailblazer never imagined that it would be placed out on the gambler's table with all his other cards, being made public. Then Aventurine starts to fight them? So are they no longer companions? Guess not anymore, what with all the vicious strikes the silver has to block with his lance lest he or his Express Crew family be severely injured. The lad just simply could not wrap his head around the twists and turns and lies being put on the forefront.. guess that's why he's not one in charge of strategy huh.

The fight doesn't last long, but it's lengthy enough that Caelus feels the exhaustion catching up to him, using his lance to keep him at the very least standing. The silver is just about to muster up his energy to take another go at trying to land an impactful hit against Aventurine when he hears a woman's deep voice behind him.. one that he recognizes as Archeron, or the "Emanator" as the blond had put it. He processes her saying "I'm sorry" before he feels his body tense up and ends up passing out.

It's a weird sensation.. glancing around a blank and dark space surrounding two individuals that are so tiny one can't make out the identities, almost as if watching them from a birds' eye view. He can't hear what's being said, nor does see what's going on between them. Caelus does however catch very quick glimpses at paused memories, as if staring at a picture- but it's just blurry enough to not be able to pick out the details and it's frustrating. He feels like screaming. Screaming so loud that someone would get fed up and just tell him what the hell was going on. Before he can though, the silver can tell that a third party has joined the other two that were standing, and all color seems to fade out into black nothingness.

He startles awake, eyes jumping open as his breathing is rapid and out of control. Further confused, and now disoriented along with feeling like he got hit by another tram car (and once was enough thank you), Caelus holds his head as he scans around the area trying to figure out just where he was now. The area is familiar enough, as it was the same place they were at when he had fallen unconscious (or so he assumes had happened)-- but there's a significant change. The sky.. is no longer colorful and sparkling... now it's bleak and grey and there's a large red slash through the dome of the theater. When did that happen..? He'd remember such destruction occurring if it was during the fight--- wait... what happened to the fight? It seemed he wasn't the only one that was affected, as March, Himeko, and Welt were all similarly on the ground and not awake- though alive, he can tell.. but where we the other two? Where was Acheron and Aventurine? What the hell just happened? We're they just all in one big dream together about fighting the individual they had all agreed to co-operate with..? Before Caelus could even process that thought and accept it as what had occurred, the lad let his gaze fall from the broken dome framing the sky to the stage on the ground where he saw a recognizable light blue color in the shape of a circle surrounded by smaller circles-- his heart stopped. He knew what that was.

" No... No way..... No no nononono-- "

Scrambling to his feet, Caelus dashed as fast as his aching feet could move him, pushing passed a few individuals who were seemingly working on cleaning up the area and fix the damage, before dropping to his knees right in front of the floating object. A dream bubble.. What was worse? The semi clear liquid staining the floor just underneath it.. the same exact secretion that was produced when Caelus had watched Firefly----

" No.. No it wasn't.. wasn't supposed to be like this.. "

They could have talked things out-- could have cleared up misunderstandings, could have brought the Family to justice like they planned.. not.. not this. Hands frantically pat around the puddle, hoping it to be fake-- a prop made for the stage.. surely that was it.. yeah... had to be.. He felt a disturbed laugh catch in his throat, hands come up for him to stare at the liquid dripping down his forearms- the tears hanging at the corners of his eyes burning his soul. Something starts moving towards him, and it takes a moment through the fuzzy lining of his vision, shaking hands hesitantly reaching for the Dream Bubble that was drifting down. The moment it gets close enough, the light inside the circle pulses like a resting heartbeat as it collides with Caelus' body, his entire being going cold.

All those blurry images that had flashed to him were now clear.. It showed him what had occurred just out of his reach, showed him pain that he would never be able to understand, showed him just how far one man was willing to go to win his gamble. How far one man would go to have his freedom. Teardrops gathering on his eyes fell freely now, no longer able to hold himself together as he leans forward, curling in on himself as sobs shake his very core. All Caelus can do is pathetically wail out-- to whom? The Aeons? What could they do when the damage has already been done?

" Why... Why didn't you.. you just.. tell me... Why, you--- "

Lad chokes with the constriction of his throat, fighting against himself to be able to even breathe properly. Is that why Aventurine had acted the way he did..? Made it so they wouldn't be devasted should he not come out alive at the end of his game? Is that why there was so much uneasy back and forth of trying to gain their trust but also keep them at a distance so they never learned more than what the gambler had wanted them to know?

" We would have helped.. from the beginning.. if you just.. told us the truth.. you could still be.. be.... I'm so sorry.. I should have agreed to co-operate with you sooner.. maybe then.. then you ... you wouldn't.... "

Arms encircle it's own body, attempting the mimic of comfort that the lad so desperately needed while trying to hold onto what remained of the dream bubble. He'd seen to much tragedy since first waking up all those months ago.. Too many deaths had he witness, or even assisted reluctantly in, since the moment that the Express stepped foot onto Penacony.. Some land of wonderful dreams and harmony. What a joke.. It was then Caelus had come to a decision. Though Aventurine painted himself in a villainous light, Caelus now knew the truth.. and he was going to preserve that truth. He will not let the man go down in history with such a stain when he knew it was all just a show.. a play, extravagant and over the top, all while being watched on the stage of Penacony.

Hiccups interrupt his new mantra every few repeats, shoulders slumped and shivering as lad shakes his head in disbelief.

" I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry I'm so so sorry I'm sorry-- "

[1yuuki3]

All because of a stomach ache

Fated to Love You Genre: Strangers to lovers, Fluff, Angst, YoongixReader

TW: none

A/N: Cross posted on wattpad, Chapter contains both Yoongi and Y/N's pov

Wc: 1355 words

Synopsis: You were never one to believe in fate, You're life was made up of plans and bullet points , Organized to the very end. Until fate played a cruel joke and left your life in shambles. Nursing a broken heart in Spain, will this make you change your view on love and fate?

Yoongi and the others were waiting in the conference room for the mysterious producer to arrive.

"I'm hungry,can we order something?" A boy with doe eyes and bunny smile asked.

"You're always hungry Jungkook" Jin replied laughing.

Before he can even make a reply. The door to the conference room suddenly opened.

Time at that very moment felt very slow for Yoongi. He didn't even notice that he was holding his breathe in anticipation. When a young man entered the room.

"Hi? Are you the new producer?" Jin asked.

"No sir, I just came here to tell you that there was a mixed up and the meeting is moved on Friday" The young man answered.

"Oh" was the only thing that escaped Yoongi's lips. Frustrated was an understatement.

"Who are you expecting you coward?You had your chance, but you didn't take it" Yoongi thought.

Jin sensing the change in Yoongi's demeanor gently said "Let's go eat ramen, my treat"

And the room erupted with cheers and laughter as the seven boys went out to eat.

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Y/N's and Yoongi's POV:

"Y/N how was your first day of work?" Your father asked.

Days like this when you are together eating are rare, since he is busy with managing the company.

"It's on Friday dad" Y/N replied.

"Oh! I thought it was today?" confusion clearly etched on his face.

"It was supposed to be today, but Mr. Bang had a prior engagement, the schedule got mixed up" You replied, before going back to your meal.

You were excited to meet the group you were working with. The management and Mr.Bang were telling you how talented and hard-working they are. And when you got the call that the meeting was rescheduled, you felt a little sad.

To distract yourself, you decided to bake cookies to bring on Friday to give to them, and hopefully they won't eat you alive.

Even with you being one of the end demand producers, you still have a episodes in which you feel insecure, and when this happens you stress bake to calm your nerves.

The days passed and you noticed it's already Friday. "The day"as your friend Aya jokingly calls it.

She's still off somewhere doing her modelling gigs and you miss her and her laugh.

Lost in thought, You didn't even notice you're already standing in front of BH Entertainment Office.

No one even spared a glance at you, with your baggy pants and oversized shirt carrying a bag full of cookies and coffee in one hand, You look like an intern among the serious looking people in suits.

You took a deep breathe and thought "This is it, my new chapter" .

You were welcomed with a warm smile by the receptionist and lead you towards the conference room.

You don't know why your heart was beating fast, could it be excitement or something else? If you learned something in that night with Yoongi in Spain. It's that everything happens for a reason and nothing is ever a coincidence.

You smiled, as you remember his gummy smile that makes his eyes disappear, and wondered if he's doing ok.

You were pulled out of your reverie by the receptionist tapping you on your shoulder.

"Ms. Y/N we're here" She said with a smile.

As she opened the door, you were greeted by six chaotic boys fighting over the last piece of chicken.

You can't help but laugh out loud and that caught their attention. All eyes were on you and you felt like a specimen under a microscope.

"Hi, I'm Namjoom" a blue haired guy, with eyes that can pierce your soul said.

"I'm Seokjin, Worldwide handsome, you know" with a wink and a smile from the most prettiest lips that you saw.

"Hyung,stop that, you're embarrasing us" with a deep voice and boxy smile said "I'm Taehyung"

ou feel the sincerity and welcome in their voices and you knew right there and then that you made the right decision.

"Hi I'm Hoseok" A guy that can be like a sunshine on earth said.

"Hi, I'm Jimin" another one shyly said, whose voice can make any girl swoon.

"Me!Me!, Hi Noona! My name is Jungkook" A doe eyed boy looked excitedly at you. "Are you the new producer?" he asked.

You couldn't help but be infected with his energy and smile.

"Yes, Hi I'm Y/N the new producer" You said with a bow. "Are you the team I will be working with?" You asked while looking at them.

"Yes, that is correct, but we still lack one member, he just went out" Seokjin replied.

"I bought cookies and coffee for you guys" You quietly said.

The room burst with joyous screams and thank you's as they took the cookies from you.

And this is how Yoongi saw the guys as he entered the room. Mouth full of cookies and talking.Jungkook said with a mouthful of cookies "Hyung, you should try these cookies Y/N noona bought".

Yoongi felt like cold water was poured all over his body at the mention of your name. Could it be? Is this the universe's way of giving him a second chance?

Yoongi scanned the room,looking for your familiar face but you were nowhere to be found. Namjoon noticing this said

"She already went home hyung, but she'll be back again tomorrow"

"What happened hyung?what took you so long?" Jimin asked

"I got a stomach ache, that's why It took me this long" Yoongi replied

He used this excuse to leave the guys and went to his studio, thinking that the universe is still mad at him for being a coward and making him miss the chance to see you again.

He then poured his heart our doing what he do best and that is to write.

I was lost in translation when we met

Funny how the universe plays.

You helped me,when you could have left.

A cold drink, for a thirsty soul,

You ignited a fire that I thought was gone.

Drowning in darkness, A solitude I welcomed.

But you took my hand and along with it my heart.

I won't say this is love,

But I know that what we had was kismet.

A meeting of souls, in this vast ocean,

Two lonely comets in the milky way.

Will our paths cross again?

Will you still remember me?

If ever you see me again.

Or will I just be a memory long forgotten.

Yoongi sighed deeply, cursing himself

"Of all the days to have a stomach ache, aish!"

He laughed bitterly with his stroke of bad luck, seriously thinking of sending you a message over social media, but erasing it, too scared to even press the send button.

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Y/N's POV:

You felt happy and was even humming a tune on your way home. Meeting the boys felt like having younger brothers, something you never experienced, since you were an only child.

You felt sad because you've missed meeting the 7th member of the group. You had to catch the bus or you'll end up walking home.

Your dad is annoyed, why you don't want to use his car. You explained to him that it's expensive owning a vehicle and you just started your job.

They even added you in their group chat, so they can contact you anytime.

The management stipulated you would also be one of the group's manager, to create a bond with the group. After meeting the guys you made your decision of accepting the offer to be one of their manager's aside from being an in-house producer.

Your phone rang with notifications coming from the boys after they added you in their group chat.

Namjoon: Noona! Update us when you get home

Jungkook: Noona!thanks for the cookies.

Y/N: already on the bus,thanks for the welcome guys

Jimin: You should have allowed us to bring you home.

Y/N: maybe next time :) you guys need rest

Taehyung: Yeah! Next time we'll bring you home.

Jin: we should hang out all of us

Hoseok: dinner would be fun, right? what do you say Yoongi hyung?

Yoongi: yeah, sure..

You could couldn't believe your eyes, Could it be? Could this be your Yoongi? Did fate really exist? You almost missed your stop, because you're trying to process the information that you had.

You almost bumped into your father not realizing you are already home. You hurriedly took your phone out to update them.

Y/N: I'm home guys, dinner sounds great, see you tomorrow :)

Tomorrow would be interesting you thought to yourself, as you will yourself to sleep.

[fangsup-cobrastyle]

Songs on my burnout playlist and why I added them

for reference I've struggled for like a year with knowing I have to leave this place cause I love my coworkers and the animals I work with and care about them probably too much

Pierce the Veil - "Emergency Contact" "There's no greater vengeance than learning to enjoy again / Hope you get the message, nobody's shatter-resistant" "Leave me something / Or let me out, I'm starving" "Waiting for the start of / Things that I want, this happily-ever-after / You choke on your words, but you swallow them faster"

My Chemical Romance - "This Is the Best Day Ever" Literally every line of the entire song but especially... "They stared us down when we met in the emergency room" "Every hour / On the hour / They drew blood" "Well, I felt I couldn't take / Another day inside this place / From silent dreams we never wake" "Well, I thought I heard you say 'I like you / We can get out / We don't have to stay / Stay inside this place'" "You left my heart an open wound / And I love you for..."

Fall Out Boy - "Heartbreak Feels So Good" "Is there a word for bad miracle?" "Nobody said the road was endless / Nobody said the climb was friendless / But could we please pretend this won't end?" "We could cry a little, cry a lot... We'll cry later or cry now, but baby / Heartbreak feels so good"

Fall Out Boy - "Fake Out" "Remember us just like this forever / But this can't last, won't last / So make no plans, and none can be broken" "Do you laugh about me whenever I leave? / Or do I just need more therapy?" "Love is in the air / I just gotta figure out a window to break out / Buried alive inside my dreams / But it was all a fake out" "My mood board is just pictures of you / But I'm not sad anymore" "We all started off as shiny dimes / But we all got flipped too many times / We did it for futures that never came / And for pasts that we're never gonna change"

Fall Out Boy - "So Much (For) Stardust" "I feel like something that's been stretched out over and over again / Until I'm creased, and I'm about to break down the middle" "The stars are the same as ever / But I don't have the guts to keep it together / Stuck in the permafrost" "Ache it till you make it" "I think I've been going through it / I've been putting your name to it" "In another life / You were the sunshine of my lifetime / What would you trade the pain for? / I'm not sure" "I used to be a real go-getter / I used to think it'd all get better"

Cavetown - "This Is Home" "Are you tired of me yet? / I'm a little sick right now, but I swear / When I'm ready, I will fly us out of here" "I'll figure out a way to get us out of here" "Turn off your porcelain face / I can't really think right now in this place" "Are you dead? / Sometimes I think I'm dead" "Time is / Slowly / Tracing his face / But strangely, he feels at home in this place"

ILLENIUM & Jon Bellion - "Good Things Fall Apart" "Is it you? Is it me? / Did you find somebody better / Someone who isn't me / 'Cause I know that I was never your type" "Tell me what you hate about me / Whatever it is, I'm sorry / I know I can be dramatic / But everybody said we had it" "Coming to terms with a broken heart / I guess that sometimes, good things fall apart"

My Chemical Romance - "Fake Your Death" "But even lights can fade away" "'Cause even heroes get the blues / Or any misery you choose / You like to watch, we like to use / And we were born to lose" "I choose defeat, I walk away / And leave this place the same today" "Just look at all that pain" "You want the heart or to be saved / But even good guys still get paid" "So fake your death, erase your blame / And leave the lights on when you stay" "Come on and feel that shame"