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[maddy-k-reads-all-day]

Escape - Amanda the Adventurer Fanfic

Introducing: A fic completely unrelated to any AU that I wrote in the past three hours (should not have done that) after having it all play out in my head scene by scene when I couldn't sleep :) (End results may vary). This fic is definitely wishful thinking, but it's a fic about how Riley actually saving Amanda. While it is no where near canon and will probably never happen in game I cannot help but desire to @ my mutuals in this one because I think they will all enjoy it. I also think the whole fandom will probably enjoy some wish-fulfillment

Riley puts in the tape and plugs in the cord. The episode starts booting up one by one on each of the security room tvs.

“Hi friends! I’m Amanda!” Amanda beams. 

“And I’m Wooly!” Wooly smiles.

“And today we’re-” Riley slams their hands down on the counter loudly, causing the pair to flinch. “Um rude. I was still talking huh?” Just then, a glowing white door appears on the screen. 

“Yes.” Riley starts hearing bangs on the barricaded door. “Crap. AMANDA! WOOLY! I don’t have much time. You need to listen. I need you to go through that door and escape from here!” Amanda and Wooly look back at the door with widened eyes. 

“But what about the other kids?” 

“They should be set free once the main characters leave- if not we’ll figure something out. Just GO.” They unplug the tvs. Amanda gazes back at the door with sparkling eyes. She slowly walks over and touches it. 

“You’re… actually going?” Wooly asks. Amanda looks back at him and frowns. 

“Yeah. Are you coming?” Amanda questions. 

“I don’t know… what if it’s safer here?” 

“What if we are happier out there?” 

“Bu-but what if they come to find us?”

“What if they don’t?” 

“What if it doesn’t work and we disappear?” 

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take.” Amanda shrugs. “So, are you coming?” Wooly fidgets with his hands, his gaze shifting around their surroundings. The “home” they’ve known for over 20 years. He’s hunched over, with his knees bent inwards, making him look rather small. Amanda frowns. “Well I am. So… goodbye I guess. Enjoy having the place all to yourself…” she disappears through the door. Wooly looks around one last time and takes a really big deep breath and runs through after her. 

“Wait! Wait! I’m coming!” Wooly cries out. Amanda turns around and smiles a little. 

“Well look who decided to stop being a chicken!” she teases. Wooly glares at her. They keep walking up the stairs through an endless sea of darkness. The only light that can be seen is the white hand-drawn outlines of the stairs and the glowing doorway up ahead, but no matter how much they walk it never seems to get closer. Wooly glances back behind him at the door they came through. Over and over and over again, feeling his heart sink as he watched that door got smaller and the one ahead never seemed to get bigger. They’ve been walking for hours, chatting about different things to pass the time, reminiscing about all their adventures. Making small jabs and jokes. It felt like the first nice conversation they have had in a long time. Hours and hours passed by and the door never seemed to get closer.  

“My legs are getting tired… I’m thirsty… and hungry… is this ever going to end?” he groans

“Quit being… such a baby Wooly… look the door is… haha… right… *heave* there.” Amanda laughs breathlessly, dragging her feet up each step. 

“It’s been right… there for… hours.” Wooly grumbles. He flops down on the stairs. “I can’t take it. Just a… little break? Please?” 

“Yeah… a little break might be nice… actually.” Amanda collapses down beside him leaning on his shoulder. They rest for a bit in silence. “This is quite the adventure… isn’t it Wooly?” 

“Some adventure.” Wooly scoffs. A couple more minutes pass by. Wooly looks at the tiny door they came from and sighs. “That’s it. I’m going home.”

“You’re giving up?” 

“Ha… giving up? That would imply I had hope in the first place… I just didn’t want to be alone…” Wooly admits, his voice cracking a little as he hugs his arms tightly. “Bu-but if you want to keep going, that's fine… I’ve never been as strong as you anyway…” 

“That’s not… entirely true…” Amanda mumbles. 

“Well… in the end I’m glad I got to at least talk to you again, one last time. I do hope you reach that exit if it’s real… but if it’s not… promise you’ll turn around and come back?” he curls into a little ball. Amanda pats his back, biting her lip. 

“Maybe…” 

“I guess this is goodbye then…” 

“I guess it is…” 

“Well, goodbye Amanda.” 

“Goodbye Wooly.” Amanda grumbles. Wooly stands up and goes to take a step down, but the stairs slip away from beneath his feet and disappear into the darkness. Amanda panics and grabs hold of his arm. “Wooly! Grab my other hand!” 

“Just let me go! There’s no way you’re going to be able to pull me up!” 

“Will you quit it with that gross defeatist attitude?! Now give me your other hand before I change my mind!” Amanda snaps. Wooly gives her his other hand. Amanda lifts him up effortlessly, as if he were a feather and places him down on the step next to her. Wooly is speechless. “See? Don’t underestimate me! Ha! I bet you’re feeling embarrassed now! Look at you, your face is getting all flushed!” Wooly hides it behind his ears. 

“Am not!” 

“You were so dramatic about it too!” Amanda laughs. You can practically see the steam rising from his face. 

“Well you said before that I was too heavy in that one episode remember?” Wooly argues, crossing his arms. Amanda tries to get another peak at his face, but he keeps turning away so she can’t see. 

“Yeah I was making fun of you! You’re light as a feather.” 

“Okay there is no way I’m that light.”

“You’re right, maybe I’m just that strong.” Amanda smirks, flexing her muscles. “You get to be like that after all these adventures. Wooly storms on past her and she laughs before she starts to get an ominous feeling. She glances behind her and her eyes grow wide. She grips Wooly’s arm tightly and books it. 

“Ow! Amanda! What are you-” Wooly glances behind him and immediately quickens his pace. The meatman is chasing after them with a giant cleaver as the steps behind him continue to fall into the void. “Hurry up! I’m practically dragging you!” 

“I’m sorry we’ve been walking all day, I'm kind of exhausted!” 

“Ugh! I regret saving you!” 

“Then prove it!” Wooly shouts. Amanda glances behind them, the meatman getting closer. She grips Wooly’s arm tighter. 

“I’m not doing that!” Amanda screams. “The door is right there, we're close! Just keep running and don’t look back!” Chop! Chop! CHOP! A tiny bit of wool comes off Wooly’s back. 

“Yeeek! Okay that’s a little too close-” he yelps. They reach the door and slam it behind them, the cleaver slicing through the door right in between them. It disintegrates into sand. The chopping sound is gone. The meatman is gone. They find themselves in a white room. Amanda lets go. 

“Where are we?” Wooly asks. He walks towards one of the walls. Scenes of really old Amanda the Adventurer episodes appear along it. 

“Surprise! Happy Birthday Wooly!” 

“Wooly lookit, I caught a frog!” 

“Haha! See, I told you guys we can always count on Wooly!” 

“That’s… a great idea Wooly! I’m so glad we’re friends!” 

Another scene appears showing Amanda running up and giving Wooly a big hug. 

Wooly backs away, biting his lip and holding his arm where Amanda had just gripped it way too tight. The scenes all fade away. Tears start to form in the corners of his eyes but he shakes them away. Amanda steps toward another wall. She sees a very young Rebecca run off the school bus into her father’s arms. 

“Daddy!” she squeals. He picks her up and spins her around in the air.

“Why hello sunshine, how was school today?” 

She backs away, her lip quivering. The scene disappeared.  

“I think… these are our memories.” Amanda mumbles. Wooly walks over to her, she approaches the wall again, this time we see Rebecca dressed up as Amanda on a small tv stage set. 

“Hi friends! I’m Amanda!”

“And I’m Wooly! Baa!” a familiar voice says from a sheep puppet. Rebecca glances behind the set and smiles at her father. He motions for her to turn around. 

“Do you want to go on an adventure with us today?” the kids in the audience all cheer: yeah! Rebecca grins. “Then let’s go!” she skips around the set. “Let’s run some errands! We have 10 coins, and I need to buy some sugar, some flour, some apples, and some butter for our apple pie! Oh boy! Will I have enough coins?” Rebecca asks. There are mixed replies from the audience. “Well, let's see! The sugar and flour will cost us each $3. The butter will cost us $2. We need five apples for our pie… each costs one dollar… hmmm…” Rebecca taps her chin. “Do you think we have enough?” there is some silence, then some mumbling from the audience, but ultimately unanimous confusion. 

“Amanda… This seems like a big problem.” Sam points out. “Maybe we should break this into smaller steps?”

“That’s a good idea Wooly! When we have a big problem, it can help to break things into smaller steps that are easier to understand.” Rebecca beams. She pulls out some street chalk from her backpack. The camera shows the audience what she’s drawing on the sidewalk. She doodles up each of their items. “So… a bag of sugar costs $3, a bag of flour costs another $3. That’s 3 + 3! What does 3 + 3 equal?” Rebecca looks up and asks. 

“Six!” the chorus of children cheer. 

“That’s right! Then the butter costs $2. What’s 6 + 2?” 

“Eight!” the audience replies. 

“Correct! Then we need five apples. Each apple costs $1. So what’s 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1?” 

“Five!” 

“Excatly! Now what’s 8 + 5?” Rebecca questions. The audience is quiet for a bit, but then they answer:

“Thirteen!” 

“Oh no! We only have ten coins! That means we are short by three! Whatever shall we do?” Rebecca asks. There is a quiet murmur in the audience. “When we don’t know what to do, it’s important to ask for help! You can ask a friend, family member, teacher, or other trusted person in your life!” Rebecca instructs, she turns to the Wooly puppet. “Wooly? What do we do?” 

“Don’t worry Amanda! I have three coins!” 

“Yay! Thank you Wooly!” Rebecca beams, giving the Wooly puppet a hug. “Now we can go shopping!” 

“Amanda… what… what is this?” Wooly asks. Amanda stares at the wall solemnly. 

“It’s… the first episode of Amanda the Adventurer. The real Amanda the Adventurer…” she sighs sadly, but her eyes stay glued to the screen. 

“Oh…” Wooly mutters, looking away. Amanda sits down with her legs crossed, resting her chin in her hands refusing to look away from the screen for a second. Soaking in every moment, biting her lip. Wooly sits down beside her, leaning on her shoulder. She doesn’t say a word. 

“Well, we’ve got all our ingredients! Now it’s time to back our pie!” Rebecca smiles. Sam glances over at the producer who is motioning that they are out of time. 

“Next time on Amanda the Adventurer!” Sam laughs shakily. The camera’s stop rolling and Sam stands up. Rebecca gives him a big hug. 

“Did I do a good job?” Rebecca asks. 

“You did the best job ever!” Sam beams. Rebecca gives him a big toothy grin. “I’ll have to get you a special treat later to celebrate. But just give Daddy a moment okay? I have to go speak to the producers for a moment…” Rebecca nods and he walks away. They discuss how they had rented the studio for longer than this, but apparently they couldn’t get ahold of a kitchen set for them in time so the episode had to be cut short. There wasn’t enough time or funding. Sam frowns. Rebecca runs up and hugs his leg. 

“Don’t worry Daddy! We can still have fun adventures without it!” Rebecca says, gazing up at him with wide innocent eyes. Sam smiles and bends down. They nuzzle their foreheads together. 

“That’s right. And we’re going to have so many fun adventures from now on, as long as you want to keep having them.” 

“Yay!” 

Amanda backs away and the scene ends. 

“This used to be so much fun… because we were doing it together… then Hameln came and ruined everything.” Amanda pouts. 

“I’m sorry…” Wooly mumbles. 

“For what? It’s not like you were the one who made him disappear right?” 

“No… but I don’t know… I just… feel bad.” 

“Well stop feeling bad… it’s over now right? We’re going to get out of here… and you’ll go on your way and I’ll go on mine. Then we’ll never see each other ever again.” 

“I don’t want that…” Wooly whimpers, curling in on himself. Amanda’s eyes widen. 

“Then… let’s spend a little longer here… before we leave.” she whispers. Wooly nods. They go around viewing different memories. From back when they were friends, from back when Amanda and Wooly were human, from how things had turned out now… and in the end there seemed to be a newfound understanding shared between the two. Finally, the final door opened. “I guess it’s time to go…” Amanda mumbles.

“Guess so.” Wooly replies softly. Amanda gives him a very big hug. 

“Despite everything that’s happened… I think… I’m really going to miss you.” Amanda whimpers. Wooly squeezes her back. 

“I’m going to miss you so much more.” 

“Nuh-yuh!”

“Yeah, I am!” Wooly cries, tears and snot streaming down his face. Amanda chuckles a little. 

“You goofball. I’m so glad you were the one to be my best friend.” she says. 

“Me too.” Wooly sobs. Amanda’s eyes start getting damp too. 

“Quit blubbering on me you dork! You’re going to get… ah… look at that, I’m all emotional too.” they start to laugh for a bit, “Now come on. We have to go now.” 

“I’m still not sure about this…” Wooly mumbles. Amanda takes his hand and squeezes it tight. 

“Me neither, honestly. How about we go through together?” she suggests. 

“I’d like that…” he says. They pause in front of the door for a moment. “Well, goodbye Amanda.” 

“Goodbye Wooly.” Amanda smiles and they walk through the door together. 

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It was awhile before Rebecca had fully recovered enough to hold conversation or even be fully aware of her surroundings. Riley made sure to visit her everyday. Talking to her and reading stories and anything to keep her entertained once she woke up. 

“Hi Riley…” Rebecca whispers. Riley shoots up out of their chair. 

“Oh my goodness…” tears start to well up in their eyes as they quickly wipe them away. “May I hug you?” Rebecca nods, Riley gives her a big hug. “This is from Kate… I’m sure if she were here to see this she’d love to give it to you.” 

“Yeah…” 

“I’m just so glad you’re okay!” 

  “Thanks to you.” 

“Me and that demon friend of yours… and a few other friends I made.” Riley smirks. 

“Friend… friend… Wooly… where’s Wooly?! Is he alright?!” Rebecca shouts. 

“Whoa whoa, calm down, you shouldn’t exert yourself! Wooly is fine. You can see him sometime if you like. Would you… like that?” Riley asks. Rebecca nods. “And you aren’t going to hurt him or anything right?” Rebecca begins to laugh a little. Then she stops.

“And my dad… have they found him yet?” Rebecca questions. Riley bites their lip. 

“Not… yet… once you’re better enough to leave here you can stay with me. If you wouldn’t mind?” 

“I wouldn’t mind… can Wooly stay too?”

“I guess…” Riley mutters. “If that’s what you want. But you two better not be fighting like cats and dogs all the time…” 

“I make no promises.” 

“Well alright. I can’t say no to you…” Riley sighs. 

THE END. 

[pandor-pandorkful]

oh fuck it's happening again. grief bubble.

what's been gnawing at me recently is the question "what if it was FIP?" and "what if it (mystery ailment) was treatable and i gave up too easily??"

the vet i saw months before simon passed looked him over and started giving me the "it might be time to think about what's best for him" talk, but stopped halfway as simon purred in his hands. "but gosh, this is a good cat."

between that checkup in early spring and mid-december, simon got a little better. then in the late summer he developed new ailments. lethargy, loss of appetite, diarrhea and loss of bladder control. we tried special inner biome catfoods, which helped for awhile... until it didn't anymore.

cat death after the read more, to spare the unwilling.

week before x-mas, i felt like it was probably time to give him rest. he wasn't enjoying life as it was, and i was miserable watching him continue to deteriorate.

the only vet in town who would do a euthanasia house call isn't my favorite, something about his personality just grates on me. he treats everyone like a know-nothing idiot and he lacks tact. but he's passionate about caring for animals, doesn't charge as much as the other vet clinic, and as i mentioned, was the only one who could come by.

pretty much the first words out of him when he arrived were "are you sure you wanna do this?"

that question has tortured me for the past year.

no, i was not sure at all. but i didn't know what else to do, in that moment i couldn't see a future where simon recovered enough that i wasn't just prolonging his suffering to spare my own.

i don't remember what my reply was, but i kept it together enough somehow to indicate some kind of an affirmative.

vet checked simon over briefly before beginning, listening to his heart and lungs and mentioned hearing fluid in his breathing. (from what i know about FIP now, my mind is just obsessing on that fluid. FIP? FIP? COULD IT HAVE BEEN FIP????)

he then gave him an anesthetic, waited about 10 minutes, making incredibly awkward small talk with me and my parents, and finally jabbed a big ol poison needle into my sweet baby's heart.

as soon as that needle was out of him i fucking lost it. i sobbed harder than i have ever in my entire life, for longer than i have ever in my entire fucking life.

i just held my little angel while he died and sobbed out probably a week's worth of coffee. i remember being so damn dehydrated later.

i'm a jealous monster, seeing other folks put their thumb on a deadly illness and watching their sick cats magically spring back to life. and just wishing and coveting and twisting my mind into acidic pretzels of envy.

but simon was old, he had other ailments. even if it was something treatable, i don't know that he would have been able to just spring back. but i just don't know anything for sure. i just know i felt so helpless and stupid going through all that.

and i know he wouldn't want me to continue torturing myself over losing him.

he was my first cat. he changed my life. i gave him the life best i was able, and i wish it could have been more. but it was all i had to give, and he still loved me for it.

i want another cat. gar needs a buddy to wrassle and snuggle, and, idk. i just need to have two cats, i'm not a single cat person. two is better.

there's been a series of cats in the local shelters that have each seemed like a potential good fit, but because of this lingering doubt-guilt i've been dragging my feet and missing my chance on them. (tho i'm happy they've all been adopted!)

tonight i found another local cat up for adoption that sounds just right, maybe that's what triggered this bubbling up of grief again.

i want to let this go. simon would want me to let it go.

8 years ago i helped him get through the grief of losing his previous home and bonded buddy. he would want me and gar to get on with our lives, i think.

Oh boy. Grief just comes bubbling up from nowhere tonight huh. I miss my Simon. He deserved someone better than me. Someone with a robust income and their own car, who could have whisked him off to the vet at the first sign of trouble. Someone with a functional attention span who could have given him the exact amount of playtime he wanted each day, without getting distracted and wandering off after ten minutes. Someone with the physical stamina to spend hours outside with him and take him on all the harness adventures his little heart desired.

Instead he had me, someone who loved him so much they're still fucked up over his passing almost a year later. Someone who is irrationally envious of the few people who get to have their cats live 20-30 years. Someone who feels incredibly guilty for feeling more energetic and capable now that there's no longer a sick cat that just keeps getting sicker in her life.

I miss him so fucking much it hurts it hurts it hurts when does stop hurting when when when

[iguana-eyanna]

Always Had, Always Will

Pairing: Steve Rogers x avenger! reader

Summary: He was supposed to be a hero, so why couldn't he save you out of all the countless people he saved?

Warning: signs of depression, bombing, weapon usage, death

Punch

Punch

"Steve."

Punch

Punch

Steve didn't pay attention, too busy punching the bag in front of him.

"Steve." the voice, now louder.

It was Sam, trying to bring back his friend to reality.

Sam knew it was a lost cause. When Steve had his mind on something, he wouldn't break his focus until he succeeded.

But, Steve's goal was to make his fists bleed.

"I know you're hurting, we all are. We haven't even seen you for the past week and we're worried." Sam said.

Steve didn't respond, as the only sound was made was him throwing jabs at the bag in front of him.

"I understand that you don't want to go tomorrow, but you'll regret not showing up." Sam said gently before he left the training room.

Steve continued what he was doing until the bag flew across the room, spilling contents of sand that Steve punched a whole from.

He catches his breath as beads of sweat dropped down to his body.

He was tired. But he refused to rest, he didn't deserve it.

Not when he was supposed to save you.

His mind betrayed him, repeating the last memories that will haunt him forever.

Most of the Avengers were on the quinjet, getting ready for another mission.

"So, what's the damage Cap?" You ask him as you were all landing.

Cap smirks at you as he puts on his gloves.

"HYDRA agents are surrounding the base. Most likely that they're guarding something big. Our job is to take out any threat, no matter the cost."

"Goody... just another boring day for Earth's Mightiest Heroes," Tony said before he suited up.

Everyone started making small talk before landing, but Steve pulls you over in the corner.

"I don't like how we don't know what's in there," Steve said, truthfully.

Dating for the past year, you knew your boyfriend in and out. Captain America is always known to be sure of himself, but often it was Steve who had the faltered faith.

"Hey, we're going to be fine. This isn't your first threat, so don't worry too much." You said, grabbing his hand and squeezing it.

Steve smiles at you, taking your hand and kissing it.

"If all goes well, I'll take you out for dancing," he smirks.

"I like the sound of that." You replied before you two got ready.

Steve woke up in a sweat, catching his breath. He looks over to the clock on his nightstand, reading 3:08 A.M. Knowing he couldn't go back to sleep, he got out of his bed and took a cold shower. After he was done, he made himself a light breakfast and a strong coffee. As he sat at his kitchen table, he looks at the empty chair that was beside him.

His heart ached as your seat was collecting dust already. It's only been a few days.

"Look out!" Natasha screamed as you ducked as she shot the HYDRA agent. You got up and turned around."

"Thanks." You huffed.

"Don't sweat it." She smiled as you two ran towards the main threat.

You and Nat were the best of friends, whether it was dagger throwing to watching crappy reality TV. When you entered the avengers, she welcomed you with open arms. She even played cupid for you and Steve as he was too shy to ask you out.

"Less talking, more fighting." Clint jested as he shot his arrow.

"Someone's in a cranky mood, Robin Hood." You replied.

"Had to leave my daughter's game early cause of this. Let's hope that this threat is life-threatening," he said as he joined you guys.

Once you all took out the rest of the guards, you searched for the headquarters to find out what is the threat. Luckily, you found the database and started hacking.

"K, guys. Let's figure out what they're cooking." You said in your com.

"Why don't you hurry up because I think Hulk is getting hangry." Tony said out loud.

"Me too, I think shwarma is in order." Clint said.

"Let's not celebrate too quickly. Still gotta know what's ahead of us." Cap said, throwing his shield in midair to take out a scout.

"You're right, Cap. Let's figure out what's going on before-" An alarm rang around you, with screens glowing red as doors slammed shut within milliseconds.

You tried running to the nearest exit but it was too late. Nat was on the opposite side, screaming for your name.

"What's that blaring?" Tony demanded.

"Something was triggered when I was hacking the system. I think this was a setup, we were all supposed to be trapped in here." you said realizing there's a countdown, trying to pry the door with a tool you found.

Nat tried opening the doors too, but it was no used.

"Maybe Hulk can bust you out." Nat screamed.

"No, he can't," Clint said as he was right next to her, examining the seal.

"If anyone tries to tear down these walls, it'll trigger the bomb and all of us will..." Clint doesn't finish his sentence.

"I can't get in the mainframe. It can't be messed with. Any override will do damage." Tony said. "Nat, you need to go evacuate the others." You begged.

"I'm not leaving without you." she gritted.

Clint tried to take Nat off the door but she tried fighting him. But she knew it was useless. You could hear sniffling in the back of the door, as you tried your best not to be heard crying on the com.

"Please, Nat... if one of us should go out, it's me."

She doesn't say anything, not yet.

"Why you gotta be so stubborn?" she asks.

You laugh bitterly as you place your back on the door

"I'm just born like that."

Steve hears a knock on the door. Getting off his seat on the couch, he walks toward the door. He opens it up and sees Bruce and Nat, who looks like she's been crying all morning.

"Thought you didn't walk over alone." Bruce said.

Steve gives a small smile and grabs his jacket nearby.

They make their way as Nat was holding onto Steve. Compared to him, she hasn't been dealing with things well. Bruce has been trying to help but he too was blaming himself.

Everyone was because they couldn't do anything.

Steve heard blaring from the base. He saw Clint and Natasha running towards him.

Clint gave a look at Steve, and passes him as Nat couldn't make eyecontact with anyone.

The rest of the avengers go to the quinjet, getting ready to fly out before the base explodes.

"Tony, I need you to direct me to the private line." Steve asked.

"Steve-"

"Please, Tony."

Tony's heart breaks, because Steve never pleaded before. Stark gave the private line to Steve as he spoke.

"Doll?" Steve says.

"Hi." You said, tears welling up.

"I guess we're not dancing tonight." You muttered, biting your lip as all you could hear was the countdown for one minute.

"Don't- don't say that," Steve replied, shaking his head.

You take a deep breath and shut your eyes, feeling the sting of tears roll down your face.

"You, know... I wished we had more time. Would have loved you stepping on my feet."

Steve wipes away his tears as he gave a short laugh.

"and you would have sung the lyrics to every song that played." he chuckled.

You grabbed your shirt in a fist across your heart.

"You always had my heart, Rogers. Always had, always will."

Steve couldn't muster out the words he wanted to say. All he could do was hear you grunt suddenly by an impact.

Then in a quick second, your com goes silent.

He stares through the window as the explosion took the base down under, creating a shallow dome that spreaded miles.

Steve collapses on his knees, as his ears shut off the horrible sound the explosion made.

He still hears that over and over again, not the explosion but the last words you said to him.

He didn't realize that Tony was trying to get his attention.

"Steve, it's time." Tony murmured.

Steve stood up, and slowly made his way to the front. He looks at his team and the people you knew. Then he looks down, at an empty coffin that was to be buried.

An empty coffin.

They couldn't find your body and someone decided that you should still have a proper burial.

What was he supposed to say?

You died when he was supposed to?

All your friends stood by before the enetiable?

But he had to stop thinking that way.

"I know what you're thinking. All eyes are on me and you're seeking some hope. I had to be strong for today, but I can't fool you. I've been hurting real bad the past few days.

This job that we do requires sacrifice. And we've seen so many women, men, and heroes give up their lives to save others. My doll did just that. She was hero, a great one at that.

Even if she was out of uniform, she gave that same courageousness everywhere she went. That's why I loved her because she was selfless to give others the fighting chance to live.

All of us are blaming ourselves for that day. We could have not followed that tip, we should have been with her, we-" Steve chokes up.

"She wouldn't allow us to wallow in our pain. She want us to fight as much as we can to protect the ones we love. As hard as it seems, we have to move forward, for her."

Steve concludes as he makes his way back to his seat, as they give a final goodbye before your burial.

After everyone parted ways, Steve was the last one there. It began to sprinkle as the sky turned gray. He began to cry, as his sobs matched the volume of the pouring rain.

"I was supposed to protect you." he utterd out, too succumbed in his grieving.

He then doesn't feel the rain on him, looking up to see Bucky with an umbrella over him.

Bucky didn't say anything, only placing a hand on his shoulder.

Steve holds onto his friend as he cries more. A moment passes and Steve lets go of his friend and look at your final resting place. The two make their way out until the rest of the Avengers wait for Steve under their respected umbrellas. They all head back to the Avengers Tower, trying to make sense of what just happened.

They didn't lose a hero, but their friend.

But for Steve? He lost his hope.

[xiaosmoon]

tending to their injuries

pairings: childe, diluc, & albedo x gn!reader

warnings/content: mentions of blood, angst, fluff

-> childe

childe is a very rowdy person, always looking for a fight. so it's not a surprise when he's at your doorstep with that idiotic grin of his while blood is seeping through his clothes

tonight's injuries were worse than last weeks. "childe i'm going to murder you." you mumbled grabbing his hand and dragging him inside. you shut the door behind him before shoving him into your bathroom, not making eye contact the entire way there

childe sat down on the toilet seat and began removing his shirt, but stopped when he felt a sharp stabbing pain in his shoulder. "you probably pulled it." you sighed. you removed his shirt for him and tossed it in the bathtub. you did not need a bloody shirt on your floor.

"you can't murder me if you're playing nurse." he half joked, trying to keep back his whining as you applied an alcohol wipe to his chest. "stop- stop talking." you weren't in any mood for jokes or teasing tonight. you were tired. you were so beyond tired. childe getting beat up and coming to your house at dusk was becoming routine. it was only time before he met the wrong opponent– someone stronger than him. it was a terrifying thought to think that one night he wouldn't come back.

you kept your head down while applying bandages to his torso so he couldn't see the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. childe noticed your unsteady, slightly shaking hands finishing the bandages. he reached up to gently hold your wrist. "y/n?" he said barely above a whisper.

and there you broke. tears ran down your cheek and you collapsed to the floor, sobbing your heart out. "i- i cant do this anymore childe! you cant, you cant keep doing this to me." the cracks and pain in your voice stabbed childe in the heart, stronger than any jab he felt tonight.

childe, as quickly as he could with his state, lowered himself to the floor and hugged your shaking body tightly. his arms wrapped around you in a protective manner and kissed your head as you continued to bawl. "i'm sorry. i'm so sorry y/n." he whispered in your ear, trying to hold back his own tears. you hid your face in the crook of his neck, tears spilling onto his bare skin.

once you had calmed down a bit, you raised your head so your eyes could meet his bright blue ones. his eyes were watery. he placed his hands on either side of your face and wiped your cheeks.

childe leaned foreword, his forehead rested against yours and closed his eyes. "i promise, i'll stop. for you i'll be more careful. just- just don't let me be the reason you cry."

-> diluc

it was already 3 am. he should be home already. so where is he?

you understand diluc's duties as the dark knight hero, and you admired his desire to protect mondstadt, but some nights he worried you to death.

like this one, when he promised he would be home sooner but instead he's an hour late.

you were sitting by the fire in the main room when you heard the door swing wide open, it startled you and you were ready to take down the intruder, but you let out a gasp when you realized it was diluc who was clutching his side, bent over.

you rush over to his side and put his arm over your shoulder for support. "oh my diluc, what happened to you." you barely managed to speak. you helped him walk to the couch (he was really heavy, thank goodness you didn't fall) where you were just at and lay him down carefully.

"nothing to worry about dear, just a scratch." the pain in his voice and the amount of blood told you otherwise. "don't you dare move, i'll go fetch the kit." you rushed to the bathroom and back in the speed of light. diluc was already removing his coat and shirt. you let out a noise of worry when you saw the big gash on diluc's side. it was bloody and gross, but nothing you couldn't fix.

diluc looked exhausted and was on the verge of sleep, but you had to keep him awake. "don't fall asleep, tell me what happened." you started cleaning the infected area and diluc flinched and let out a unpleasant groan. "it was just a damned abyss mage. i turned- ow, i turned my back for one second and it got me." his voice did not sound like his own. it was breathless and deeper.

you finished bandaging his wound. you let your fingers roam the now bandaged area before bringing diluc's hand up to your cheek. he welcomed your touch and held your cheek delicately. "thank you love." he mumbled, giving you a tired smile. "i'll go grab a blanket. rest here for tonight. i'll be on the chair if you need anything." you stood up to go grab the blankets, but before you could take another step, diluc had grabbed your hand. "i love you." he said, closing his eyes. you smile before bending down and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "i love you too."

-> albedo

albedo is always careful in everything he does. he works with the utmost care and is always organized. he almost never misplaces his ingredients in the lab. key word: almost.

so when sucrose handed him the vile he asked for, the explosion he had concocted by accident was extremely bright & very hot, taking albedo by surprise. he fell backwards onto the shards of glass from the vile. they littered his arm and blood was spilling out, dropping onto the floor

sucrose gasped at the sight and quickly ran to fetch you, who was just outside of dragonspine at the base before albedo could even get a word out. "y/n!" her yelling and running towards you startled everyone at the base. "sucrose? what is it? what's wrong?" you placed your hands on her shoulders to help calm her down. sucrose rested her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. "it's, it's mister albedo, he injured himself. please- come quickly." you sat sucrose down on a chair, calling a few of the researchers to help her.

you on the other hand, make a run for albedo's campsite. if sucrose came running all the way down here, it has to be bad. the snow was making it hard for you to get their fast, but your determination and worry for albedo kept you going. once you approach albedos location, you found him sitting on a chair, picking the shards of glass out of his skin. "albedo, oh my goodness." your voice caused albedo to snap his head in your direction. you quickly ran to his side, stopping him from picking anymore glass.

you sighed in relief. "it's just glass. sucrose made it seem like your heart was out of your chest your something." you mumbled, examining albedo's arm carefully. albedo grinned to himself. "i tried to stop her, but she ran before i could say anything."

you carefully extract the pieces of glass before you begin to the clean the wounds. albedo explained how his experiment went wrong at his own expense. "you should really be more careful 'bedo. what if it's worse next time?" you softly scold him as you finish up the last bandage. "what if it was something more dangerous? what if-" you let out a squeal as albedo pulled you down on to his lap before you could get out another word.

your back was now pressed against his chest. he pressed a loving kiss to the crook of your neck. "thank you love. i'll be more careful next time, promise."

[toriowlfluff]

PART 6

The long awaited DECKED-OUT COMIC IS BACK! Well…”comic”. It’s more of a picture story :o because I just couldn’t keep up with the comic style I was going for before. I hope you don’t mind!

More is under the cut!

it becomes morning over Docs peculiar half mansion. The sun just peaks over the horizon as rays of its warmth hit the two sleeping hermits right on their faces. Well, on one of their faces. Grian was curled up on Docs chests, covered by warm protective fingers that belonged to a hand far bigger than any of the other hermits in the colony.

Docs face scrunches up like an annoyed cat, knowing they need to get up. With gentle eyes he lightly brushes his fingers over the soft feathers that belong to Grian. The only reponse he got was a groggy squeek.

"Grian. We better get up soon, you dont want to leave Mumbo waiting."

Doc had made plans with Mumbo and Iskall to meet up in front of the Townhall by morning so they couldn't sleep in this time.

The creeper hybrid sighed and lightly poked Grian as a Plan B, which earned him a jab and an annoyed Tiny that is sitting up now, still covered by green fingers.

"Alright alright... let's get ready then."

by the time they left Docs base, Grian had developed a certain nervousness to him. he was skittish and unsure with every step Doc took away from the safe confines of their overnight shared home.

"Doc... you're gonna be with me right?"

The Avian stammered. sitting on Docs shoulders as they headed through the nether path ways.

Doc replied with utmost calmness.

"I will, I'll be right behind you. but remember. 'You' gotta do the talking part."

Grian unfolded his wings and flutters into Docs now open palm.

"Of course!"

Docs chuckling echoed through the tunnels as they soon arrived at the Netherportal they were heading to. And with one last breath Grian felt Doc move through it, teleporting them to a fresh breeze of overworld air.

The morning sun partly illuminated the path in front of them. dots of shiny light rays littered the floor.

There, a bit further ahead was Mumbo and Iskall, both facing the opposite direction of the impressive Town hall.

Docs mellow expression turned into a frown when he looked down at the tiny bird in his hands who is now clutching his little heart, scrunching up the fabrik of his red sweater he was wearing. The Shifter suddenly felt a strong desire to protect and reassure him.

His expression turned relaxed again in order to not show his concern.

"Hey, it'll be alright. it's just our clumsy Mumbo afterall."

His big fingers brushing circles into the tinies' back. He felt Grian relax, even just a little bit.

"I know.. it's just Mumbo."

And with that he took to the skies and started flying towards the moustached man and his friend.

It didnt take long for him to land right behind them. They seemed to tower above him, making this mission far more expreme than he initially thought. But setting his stupid primal fears aside, he opted to open his mouth with a short "uhm, Mumbo?"

He felt his heart do a leap of adrenaline when both of his supposed best friends turned around. They first looked around but soon locked eyes onto him on the ground in front of them.

For Mumbo, Grian seemed to be miles away, so fragile, so out in the open so... small. He had to fight every fiber of his being to not scoop him up and protect him from the harsh reality of the world.

And for Grian it took every cell in his body to not step back out of instinct.

His confidence in self control crashed though, when Mumbo kneeled down, speaking an unsure "Grian," ultimately making the smaller flinch and step back an inch or two.

"O-oh sorry, my bad-"

Mumbo immediately apologized. The bird Tiny could only focus on his raven haired friend now, he knew Iskall was still there but his view was filled with just Mumbo now.

Trying his hardest, he swallowed his unnecessary shock with a shaky,

"It's a-alright,"

A short but painful silence was broken when both of them stammered eachothers names at the same time.

"M-Mumbo,"

"Grian,"

"Oh, Sorry,"

"Sorry-"

They chuckle at eachother from the shear absurdity of their predicament.

The nervous laughs died down when Grian held up his hand to indicate he'd start talking and Mumbo let him.

"Listen Mumbo,"

the air around them has softened considerably,

"I wanna apologize for what I did yesterday. I might have overreacted a little bit,"

Mumbo interjected, his face filled with an expression of regret and guilt.

"I..might have overreacted aswell, I... shouldnt've done the thing I did. I don't wanna blame it on anything else but I sure got a lot of work to do when it comes to respecting boundaries don't I?" Both of them smile at eachother, "-besides I feel like I deserve this in particular."

Mumbo held his left hand out in front of them, showing off the two bandaids around his fingers Grian sliced to get free.

"Oh yeah.. that part, I- I’m sorry.."

Grian looks guiltily away, holding his other arm protectively.

Mumbo sighed with a smile, making Grians hair flow in the wind created by it and making the smaller look back up at him.

"It was my fault to begin with, Grian. I'll work on my pants behavior.. which is pants, let's not deny that here."

They chuckle again at Mumbo's use of words.

The winged hermit suddenly stops as Mumbo continued his soft fit of chuckles. All the fear he had from the day before vanished. This was Mumbo through and through. His best friend. He wondered why he never understood it sooner. He felt anger and regret and happiness seep through him for a second before landing on an emotion he couldn't even name.

With one leap he hugged the Redstone genius' nose, who's hands immediately came up to hold his tiny friend in place.

"I forgive you, you big lug, I didn't mean to hurt you. And I promise I'll be more careful too."

Mumbo knew and just pressed Grian closer. "It's all water under the ol' bridge now, little guy."

Iskall and Doc are now standing next to eachother. Both of them locked eyes with a smile of relief.

Their mending was cut short though, when a voice came from behind them.

"Are we intruding on someyhing here?"

Everyone looked to the way the voice was coming from, Grian still in Mumbo's hands and held close.

It was their leader Xisuma who was covering something in his hands.

"X?" Mumbo asked quizzically but he was ignored when Xisuma spotted Grian.

"Ah~ Grian! youre just the hermit I was looking for."

He said in his chipper accent while holding out his intriguing gloved hands. One creating a temporary wall in front of the other.

"I've got someone you might wanna see again..."

And with that he reaveals...

TO BE CONTINUED…

[catxsnow]

CHALLENGE G.L.

REQUEST: could i pls request some gar logan x reader fluff where gar has a huge crush on the reader who's very self assured and confident and he keeps his feelings to himself because he doesn't think he's enough for her. then one day she corners him and asks why he's been so distant and he confesses his feelings and it all becomes a big fluffy mess. bonus if the reader was subtly flirting the whole time and gar was oblivious.

Warning: fluff, Gar being sad a little

A/N: First Gar fic! I hope you all enjoy! 💕

Part two

Word Count: 2.7k

Being a part of the Titans was everything you could dream of and more. For once in your life you finally felt like you belonged somewhere. Your teammates, your friends - they were more than that - they were your family. No matter how much they fought, you knew that you would always be there for each other.

Much like Dick and Jason, you were only human. On a team filled with people of extraordinary powers and abilities, you should have been the kind of person that felt intimidated. However, being without powers and still deserving a place on this team made you maybe a little too confident.

You were cocky when it came to showing off why you deserved to be there just like everyone else. That attitude rubbed off on you when you weren't training or in the field too. Even just lounging around the tower you oozed confidence. A lot of times in your life, you found that girls would be envious of you and boys would be intimidated by you.

You became a challenge.

Even within the safe walls of the tower you were still within danger of being the prey. Jason Todd relentlessly tried to win you over. He adored your skills, your beauty, the incredible intelligence you maintained all while keeping a humorous mentality. You were the definition of perfect to many.

And you knew it too. It was rare to ever see you put yourself above others, but you were well aware the affect you had on people. After years of being put on an unwanted pedestal of perfection, you knew that people desired you. It was what made you so confident in yourself. Thankfully, you knew well enough to keep yourself humble. Mostly.

Jason continuously tried to flirt his way into your life. Though you enjoyed the playful banter between the two of you, he wasn't the person that you were interested in.

You and Gar were best friends. The second that you two met it was an instant connection - he brought out a side of you that had been tucked away for so long. Around him you could be your playful, care-free self. You didn’t have to worry about maintaining the facade that people expected from you. He was like a breath of fresh air every time you were with him. It was nice to finally have someone befriend you for more than just your beauty and skills.

"Come on, Gar! You can do better than that."

Training day was always your favourite day. It was the only time that you felt like you could truly let off some steam. Kicking ass against some bad guys always did you good too, but you always had to restrain yourself to some degree. Training allowed you to go all out and gave you the time to improve your skills.

At the moment, it was you and Gar sparring in the ring. Once the dummy you were using had been beaten down multiple times, you needed a live, moving opponent. Gar was the nearest person you could find who wasn't busy. Most of the time, it was Jason you sparred with - he had a similar set of skills to you.

"You know my hand to hand skills are no where near as good as yours," Gar complained. He laid flat on the mat with a bruised ego as you stood above him. As much as he had been learning from you and Dick, he didn't even compare. He had powers, he didn't need to be as reliant as you with pure skill alone.

"Then don't use them," you stuck your hand out to help him up. "Let out the beast, I can handle it." Gar immediately shook his head, he didn't want to hurt you - being the tiger could do some serious damage against you. Being human meant you healed like a human, he wouldn't forgive himself if something happened.

"(Y/N), we talked about this," Gar argued. He ducked, narrowly missing your left hook. The two of you circled each other on the mat. You were in your usual training attire - shorts and a sports bra. It also happened to be Gar's favourite outfit on you, and the most distracting. "I'm not going to fight you like that."

"Yes, you are," you confidently told him. Gar tried to make the first attack this time. He lunged towards you and jabbed his fist towards your face but you had seen it coming. You grabbed onto his arm and twisted it behind his back. His knees buckled as you kicked the back of them and your arm wrapped around his neck. "I'll even say please."

Gar shivered as your breath fanned against his neck. Over the time that the two of you spent in the tower, he realized that his feelings for you were a little more than friendly. Just like any other man you came to encounter, he had fallen for you alluring spell. It broke his heart to know that he never stood a chance to win you over. Not when there were people like Jason out there.

"No."

"Gar."

"I don't want to hurt you!" He broke out of your hold and turned to face you. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you. Every time you came back from some sort of mission with cuts and bruises, he wanted nothing more than to take that pain away from you. You were far too precious to have to go through any pain.

"You won't. I can handle myself," you assured him. "Besides, I always enjoy the view when you switch back to yourself," You winked at him. Gar's face flared up red with embarrassment - He hated not having his clothes after he used his powers. You on the other hand, always liked getting glimpses of him.

"I'm definitely not doing it now," Gar muttered, still blushing. Your grinned at him being so flustered by your compliment. You reached up to pat his cheek, but it had only made his redness worse. 

"Fine, I guess I'll go find Jason or Dick to spar with," you dragged out your words, hoping that he would get the hint that you wanted to train with him, not either of them. He didn't, of course. As always, unless you were being direct he never picked up on your desire to hang out with him. At the mention of Jason's name, he had already given up.

Gar hid the hurt look on his face as you offered to train with someone else. It seemed to be good timing too, Jason had just been walking by when he saw the two of you and decided to pop in to see how things were going. "Look at that, once again just impeccable timing," Gar had a noticeable tone of frustration in his voice.

He left the training room without another word, unable to see the sad look on your face as he left. Jason on the other hand, looked thrilled to get to train with you again. It was Gar that you wanted to spend time with, not him. It was always Gar that you wanted to see, he was the most important person in your life.

"Gar!" You called after him. He either didn't hear you or decided to ignore you. Either way, you frowned at his departure.

His smile would light up any bad day you were having. No matter how bad his jokes were, they always seemed to put a smile on your face. You even suffered through him playing his video games just to see him excited over a win. And when he asked you to play against him, of course you couldn't deny it.

"You ready, princess?"

"Call me that again and you won't get back off the ground."

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Gar had been avoiding you.

At first, it was subtle. He would be late enough to dinner that his usual spot beside you was taken. He then started to choose someone else to spar with during training. That you weren't surprised about, after the last time you figured that he would go with Dick instead of you for the next few times.

If you were in the living room, he would stay in his room. If you ever went to go visit him there, he would claim he was just about to jump in the shower and he would catch you later. By that point, you were far past suspicious of his behavior.

Gar was your best friend, and without him your days were lonely. It had only been a few weeks since he started ignoring you, but you missed him. The short time apart realized how much you truly cared for him. You knew that these feelings you had for him had been there for quite a while, but you never realized how strong they were.

You wished that Gar was more than a friend towards you. With him ignoring you, it was easy to assume that he didn't feel the same way. You whole life was spent with boys chasing you, and when the one you cared about most wasn't, well it was a shock to you. Gar was the only person you wanted to looking at you with admiration and now he couldn't even look you in the eye.

After giving him his space for a few weeks, you decided enough was enough. Gar was your best friend and he sure as hell wasn't acting like it. Whatever was going on with him, you needed to know. The only way that you could help him get through whatever he was going through was to know everything.

So, when you saw him sneaking into the kitchen for a late night snack, you cornered him. Gar was peaking in the fridge as you stood behind the door. There was no way that he was going to avoid you this time. The second that he closed the door and saw your figure standing there, he got so frightened his eyes turned bright green.

"(Y/N)!" Gar shouted, nearly dropping the jug of milk he had grabbed. His hand was over his chest after the surprise and his eyes wide. "What, uh, what're you doing here?"

"You've been avoiding me, Garfield," you got right to the point. A nervous smile covered his cheeks "And don't try lying to me that you haven't, I know you better than that. You're my best friend, Gar. I'm worried about you, what's going on?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Gar stated. He turned away from you to continue making his midnight snack of what you assumed was going to be cereal. It was always his go to - you knew that. However, his hesitance to tell you how he was feeling was what made you nervous. He was never like this, not towards you.

As soon as he tried to pass you, you snatched the bowl of cereal out of his hand and stood before him. There was no way he was getting out of it this time. Not with the way that he was acting.

"(Y/N)," Gar whined. You gave him a look that insinuated that you weren't about to give up. He tried to grab the bowl from your hands but you were too quick for him to even get near it. That didn't stop him from trying. Gar tried to out-wit you, but had only failed. "Give it back, I'm hungry."

"No," you affirmed. "The only way that you're getting this bowl is if you fight me, or if you tell me what the fuck is going on with you." Gar tilted his head down, he didn't like either of those options. However, he knew he'd rather get his ass kicked by you, then to ruin the friendship that he had.

When Garfield tilted his head back up, his eyes were green and his skin was tinged the same color too. He was willing to beast out if that meant that he didn't have to confess his feelings to you. His action hurt you more than you ever thought they could. Gar wasn't a violent person, and for him to do this, it really meant he didn't trust you.

Gar went back to his normal self when you didn't budge from your spot. He was even more surprised when he noticed how glassy your eyes looked and the tremble in your hands while holding his bowl. Gar didn't hesitate to throw his arms around you in hopes to comfort you from his actions.

"I'm sorry," He whispered. The grip he had on you caused your shirt to scrunch up in his hand. You set the bowl on the counter beside you and wrapped your arms around him as well.

"No," you shook your head at his apology. He had done nothing wrong, this was your fault. "If you don't want to talk about your feelings then I shouldn't force you to do so. Just... if I'm doing something wrong, or you're upset with me for something just tell me. I can't sleep at night thinking your avoiding me because you hate me now."

You gave Gar one more squeeze before walking away from him. It wasn't fair of you to try and force him to talk about something that he wasn't comfortable with. You should have known better. It was just always so easy to talk to him, you always thought that he felt the same ease with you.

Your breathing trembled as you walked down the empty hall to your room. Maybe the friendship you had with Gar wasn't what you thought it was.

A hand latching onto yours nearly made you jump. Gar had stopped you. He tugged you back towards him, and if it wasn't for his hold you would have fallen flat on the ground. Gar held you up against him with his hands resting on your waist. Your hands were delicately rested in his chest.

"(Y/N), I..." Gar stuttered over his words. He was hesitant to tell you his feelings, but he needed you to know that he didn't hate you, not at all. The closeness of you made him nervous, he could see every little detail of your face, each one of them perfect in their own ways. "I..." he tried once more.

You couldn't take this anymore. You couldn't take teetering around him and your feelings towards him. Endless flirting that he never seemed to pick up on or the fact that you got flustered every time you messed up and he was around. This battle you were having with yourself about whether or not Gar's feelings for you were more than friendly needed to end.

Your hands slid up his chest until they rested on the side of his face. The warmth of his skin drew you in more, like you craved his touch. Gar let out a gasp as you pressed your lips against his. He stood still, surprised by your actions. There was no way that the girl of his dreams was kissing him.

Gar snapped out of his shock. His grip lowered to your hips and he finally started to kiss you back. Everything about this was perfect. The taste of your lips, the softness of your skin. He was completely blinded by you and your perfection.

You pulled away, completely out of breath but a smile on your lips. The linger of his touch resided on you and you wished for it never to go away. "I'm sorry," You whispered. "I shouldn't have... I couldn't go any longer without doing that," you changed your sentence.

"I'm glad you did," Gar grinned. You loved his smile, you always had. It seemed to be the only thing that would make you happy when you were feeling down. "Truth be told, I was avoiding you because I didn't know how much longer I could go without doing that too."

Gar kissed you again. The softness of his lips made you want to have them constantly on you. You wanted his kiss, his hold, you wanted him to love you. The happiness that filled your heart something that you hadn't felt in so long. He was your happiness, he had been since the day  you met.

"Guess we better make up for lost time then."

Part two

[violetarks]

Just A Game: Nope

Anime: My Hero Academia (SMAU)

LEVEL DOWN | MENU | LEVEL UP

A few hours later, he came around with some sushi.

Kaminari went to the bathroom and as he passed the hallway window, he noticed Shinso getting out of his car. So he raced back to warn Y/N.

She stood there for a few moments before taking a deep breath in. She said she would talk to him. It stunned everyone.

Judging by the last time she faced a conflict like this, the way she acted now was way different. She didn't want to ignore the problem, she wanted to face it. It was unusual for her to do so.

Kaminari offered to come. He was worried for Y/N. Everyone there was. But he felt his heart heave the most when she said she wanted to talk to him. Although, Y/N still insisted on going alone.

"What are you doing here, Shinso?" Y/N asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

Shinsos stopped on his tracks. He wasn't even inside yet and she was in front of him. "I... was gonna' drop off some lunch because you seemed a little out of it during our texts." He claimed, holding a bento box, "Are you okay?"

Y/N tilted her head to the side and mumbled out, "I'm fine. Although I was wondering when your part in Uraraka's video comes up." She watched as he stiffened in his shoes. "Because I watched the full 45 minute thing, and you were nowhere to be found."

"My parts were probably cut out." He told her, shrugging his shoulders, "Don't worry about it, I don't do much."

Y/N squinted at him before clenching the fabric of her shirt. "That's a lie, Shinso." She stated, "I talked to Uraraka. She said you had nothing to do with the video. And that you weren't even filming with them."

Shinso froze. He didn't think she'd go so far. But she did and now he was found out. "Okay..." He sighed out, dropping his shoulders into a slouch, "I'm... I wasn't in the video and I didn't help... I'm sorry, Y/N."

"Why did you lie to me?" She asked, lofting her head up to stare him in the eyes.

"Because I..." He started, but found himself struggling to finish. Todoroki's words rang in his head. 'You have to tell the truth to some of us'. Why did that stop him now?

"Because I didn't want you to know why I really missed out on our date."

"And why did you miss out on our date?"

A part of them wanted to be thrilled for announcing that it was officially a date, to the both of them. But they couldn't right now.

"I... drank too much coffee the night before because I wanted to make sure which one I liked before going out with you." Shinso stated. It felt like a weight off of his chest, but he knew just admitting this wouldn't make things any better.

No matter what, that little part of him wanted for Y/N to never know the real reason he don't make it to their date. Or maybe for her to forget now that she knows. Maybe it was his pride or his insecurity.

She only grit her teeth and pinched the bridge of her nose. On the inside, she found it kind of cute that he was going so far. But that doesn't mean lying was okay for that.

"Shinso, why are you keeping secrets from me?" She huffed out.

"Why not?" He retorts, his defenses pulling up, "Why should I always tell you the truth?"

This was his barrier. He'd become snarky and sarcastic in times when he was freaking the Hell out, like now. His mind was screaming at him for doing this whilst his mouth kept ratting off whatever bullshit he thought of. It was horrible and he knew full well that it was.

She was shocked. She took a step forward to him. "I thought we were finally getting somewhere, Shinso..." She mumbled out to him, blinking her eyes, "I really wanted to get to know you. Maybe we could've been friends or—..."

Shinso's heart was beating so fast at what she was saying. It's been weeks since they met. Shinso would be lying if he said his YouTube history wasn't filled of her videos and best stream moments. He adored her. Even from the start. His first 'research' task was when they went to the shops together. He liked how she seemed like a normal person and not some big time streamer. She was amazing and he knew that from the start.

Getting to know Y/N was like a very hard game that only few dare to play. You have to get passed her jokes and Daisuke talk to see that she's actually very caring and wants to please everyone. Under that, she was hard-working and driven. And beneath that, she was insecure of letting people in.

He could tell by the fact that she became so wary and walled in after he didn't show for their date. It took a while to break those walls down.

They had texted for weeks after that and he simply made it back to his respawn point where Y/N would make jokes about Daisuke being her child. He could go in with another life.

"I don't know if this is just a game to you, but this is my life, Shinso." Y/N stated, pulling Shinso out of his gaming thoughts, "I... really wanted to let you in. But not anymore."

Shinso could feel his embarrassed anger piling up. He didn't want the dam to break but it most definitely did. "You only wanted me in my life because you think I'm pretty, Y/N." He told her.

"That's not true!" She called out, feeling even more offended now.

"You don't know anything about me." He claimed, waving a hand in the air, "You only like me because you think I'm hot. Name one thing about me. Go on."

She looked angered by his statement, like she wanted to pound his face in. But when Y/N relaxed a little, she released her fists at her sides. She looked up to Shinso, furrowed brows.

"No. I don't want to name the things I know about you." She said lowly. She stepped forward, jabbing a finger into Shinso's chest harshly.

"Because fuck you, Shinso. I thought I knew you enough to say you were a good person, but now I see that I really don't know who the Hell you are. And if this is you, then I don't want to."

With that, she turned away and shut the door behind her. Looking up, she saw Jirou, Kaminari, Kirishima and Bakugou standing there. They most definitely were eavesdropping.

They didn't say a word, only making their way back up to the studio.

"Get off your phone, Y/N."

She looked up from her screen, seeing Bakugou standing in front of her. He had his hands on his hips, one of them with his drum sticks encased inside. He looked irritated and strict, making Y/N sigh and place her device back on the couch. She was going through her silly text messages with Shinso.

It had been two hours since he left, Y/N declaring that she didn't want anything to do with someone who wouldn't tell her the truth.

"Right, right, I gotta' focus." She said, rummaging through the piles of papers that had lyrics written on them, "I can't get distracted anymore!"

They were all pre-written, half of them Jirou's and a quarter each for both Y/N and Kaminari. Some of them were absolute shit, written at 4 AM with alcohol running through their systems. Others were well-written but only half done, abandoned as soon as another idea popped into their head. Only few were great and finished.

"Still mad about Shinso?" Kaminari asks from apposite her, sitting on the floor with his electric guitar on his lap.

Y/N nodded her head slowly. "Yeah. Yeah, I am." She responded quietly back, trying to re-read the sentence over again, "But that doesn't matter anymore. We're working on a video. I can't let you guys take all the work."

They all exchanged looks before Y/N grabbed her drink from the table. As she sipped, Bakugou clicked his tongue and stood up from his spot on the couch, moving to the drum set.

"That bastard doesn't deserve it." He claims, twirling the drum sticks in between his fingers, "He should've just told you the fucking truth from the start."

Y/N had reached out to Uraraka as soon as she realised that Shinso had lied. She asked the brunette if he was in the video at all, and she asked for the truth. Uraraka did tell her the truth. That Shinso wasn't a part of the video. At all. She also apologised for the things he did. Y/N said it wasn't her fault and that she didn't need to apologise.

"What's so great about him anyway?" Jirou questioned, tuning her bass guitar.

Y/N blinked a fee times at her. "He's just... so calm and I felt loose around him, like with you guys." She admitted, playing with the corner of the paper in her hand, "It was like he went out of his way just to talk to me. It was nice."

The smile she wore soon fell. Because she realised she was smiling. And needed to stop.

"I guess not anymore." She mumbled out, placing her hand on the table, "If he has to lie about filming a video as an excuse."

Everyone noticed how down she was. Usually when she was upset, they'd play games and stuff to help her. She would even play Minecraft, it was relaxing. Kaminari once deleted a whole lot of footage for an upcoming video and got Y/N to calm down by building her a flower garden in her world.

But she refused this time. She didn't want anyone to see how badly Shinso affected her. It was horrible. But she wanted to work.

"Maybe if we liked each other some more, then this wouldn't have happened." She whispers to herself.

Kirishima eyes a stack of papers. "Hey, what about this one?" He asked, trying to pull her out of her thoughts, "Have you done this one yet?"

Y/N plucked the paper out of his hands. She then shook her head upon reading it. "Nope. I haven't." She informed them, passing around the paper to Jirou, "Me and Jirou worked on it but we can't get the third verse right."

Once Kaminari got the paper, he gasped and searched for another one. "Wait, wait, wait!" He shouted out, waving the lyrics in the air, "I've got something perfect for this!"

He shoved the stack of papers into Y/N's lap. She chuckled, reading through them, "Wow, Denki, these are great. I bet we can use them for this song." She stood up and walked over to the other electric guitar. "Katsuki, can you follow along? Jirou has bass line and I have main plucking."

Bakugou nodded his head, ready to play.

The air seemed better now that she was distracted. Everyone silently cheered for Kirishima, thanking him for finding a solution to this unspoken problem.

They started playing, Bakugou falling in line with the drumming and Jirou teaching Kaminari the base chords.

Kaminari said the lyrics he wrote didn't quite suit his voice, which is why he dropped the song after getting to the chorus. He has asked Bakugou to sing it and he refused. He said he'd kill him if he asked again. So Kaminari asked Kirishima, who sheepishly accepted after the blonde assured him that his voice fit perfectly.

"Y/N, you doing okay?" Kaminari asked, hand on his hip, "You seem more tired than usual."

She waved her hand. "I keep messing up the plucking. It's freaking hard to keep it in line while singing." She sighed out, stretching her fingers out.

"Why don't I play the plucking while you sing?" Kirishima offered, crossing his arms over his chest as he stood by Bakugou, "You sing the chorus' and the first and second verse. So I can play the rest to take it off your hands. Easy."

Y/N smiled, looking at him with a grateful gaze. "That'd be great, Eijiro. Thank you." She said, handing him the electric guitar. As she began teaching him the chords and the plucking, Jirou, Kaminari and Bakugou stood by.

"Really brings you back, huh?" Kaminari said, staring at them. They all looked so happy.

"Yeah. Back in high school, when all this was just a pipe dream." Jirou laughed quietly, shaking her head. She would've never dreamed of having her own studio.

Bakugou hardened his glance at Y/N. "Should've kept her safe." He told them.

Jirou and Kaminari shared a look.

"There's only so much we can do for her. She's bound to fight for herself at some point. Y/N's strong."

Fun Fact: Y/N and Jirou have a bunch of things they've worked on. Jirou's played alongside her in many video games, sometimes with Mina too. And Y/N's featured in many of Jirou's songs. 'On Board Bebop' is Y/N's most recent project that her fans begged her to make with Jirou featured, which is a pile of songs she wrote with her passion and emotions. That's because the way 'Cowboy Bebop' ended made Y/N feel different than she was before she watched it.

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Rated: SFW

Author notes: fucking finally, I'd say. Sorry it took me so long to post it after I decided to revamp this series. Here goes my belated 300 special med student!Kuroo. Please note that this is written based on the med school model we have here, in wich we get the MD degree right away, without the pre-med division they have in USA.

PS: DAI¹ stands for diffuse axonal injury, a type of brain damage caused by violent shakes (acceleration/deceleration/shaken baby syndrome) of the head. No worries, banging your head against a hard surface isn't supposed to give you it. If you get confused by any medical terms, pls hmu!!

Warnings: me trying to be funny. Cursing (reader swears like a sailor here).

I – Lehninger principles of biochemistry

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Your head was throbbing. The professor's voice dragging through your ears made the discomfort you felt even bigger.

The first class of the day have barely started and you were already regretting leaving your bed.

You let out a shuddering breath while your fingers found their way to your temples. You massaged the area, trying to ease the headache.

"You look like shit" the voice came from your right. Shirabu gave you a sideways glance before going back to his notes. "Let me guess, your neighbor again?"

"Yeah, the bastard was up all the night. I still can hear his bed pounding into the wall and the girl trying to muffle her voice" You groaned.

"Ew. Gross" The blonde's face contorted in a grimace "Am I the only one weirded by the fact you never saw the guy?" He asked frowning.

"Hell, no. But I don't think I wanna meet him anytime soon." Your reply was earn; you wouldn't know how to react if you ever saw the said man. "Besides, the guy has this strange schedule. He leaves early in the morning and comes back late at night, it's kinda weird"

"Weird is the way you know him so well and never saw him before" You ignored your him and turned your attention back to the professor. Twenty minutes into the lecture, the door was open and a raven hair peaked from it, sitting on the desk available in the front row.

You mood automatically got worse just by the sight.

"You're staring" Shirabu's uninterested voice ringed in your ears again "Why don't you admit you have a thing for him already? It would make our lives a thousand times easier"

"I just dislike him. I can't stand that dumbass" You retorted grimacing while scribbling down in your notebook. God, you hated biochemistry.

"Yeah, keep repeating that and someday you'll believe it."

"Why you all keep saying it?" You winced at the high pitch of your whisper "The guy ain't special. He is an asshole, honestly"

"Deep down you only say it because he told you were 'just okay' in our first week of freshmen year" The male gave you a pointed look. "I know it's you just being petty, but it's pretty obvious you have a crush on him"

"Hell no, I'd rather have the whole Lehninger shoved down my throat" Your classmate scoffed by your side, resuming to his notes.

"By the looks Haruno-sensei is sending in our direction, it's going to happen anytime soon."

"For this term, you'll send me an essay about peptides with especial focus on physiologically active ones and their major role on human organism." The professor said, sending a stern glare though the class. "Pay attention to the next slide. It contains a table with the pairs I've assigned for this paper"

What the hecking heck?

Your mind went blank but you still heard Shirabu snickering by your peripheral. For such a stoic man, he was pretty out of character today. That little shit.

"Beware the addressed pairs won't be changed in any circumstances. Don't even bother to try" The woman said as she addressed the whole class a cold glare. Goddammit med school and its goddam professors. "You now can discuss this paper. Remember this essay is worth half the grade"

"Fuck" you cursed as your forehead banged onto the thick textbook.

"Whoa, be careful" The teasing voice made you painfully groan "We don't want this pretty brain of yours getting a DAI¹ before we start this paper"

"It's too early in the morning to deal with you, Kuroo" Your retorted came muffled as you pressed your face even flatter into the book. 

"It's too early in the morning for you be ranting about everything but you don't hear me complaining, kitten" He jabbed at you, laughing it off as mere teasing "Is it fine if we start the paper on this weekend? I gotta volley practice the whole week."

"Sure. Wanna meet up on the public library?" You asked gathering your things, as you turned to Shirabu and saw him cocking an eyebrow at you.

"Fine by me" The male scratched the back of his neck, giving you an awkward glance "Actually, I wanted to ask you phone number" You stiffened "Aw [Surname]-chan, C'mon! You know it's easier."

"But what for? You already have my institutional email"

"You're too formal for your own good, woman" He handed you his phone, nudging the device into your palms "Where do you think this strict act is going to take you?"

You rolled your eyes at him again.

"Actually, Kuroo-san" You made a pause, voicing the words with candour "I want chaos and world domination. But in order to do it, I need to overthrow the dean first" You said while punching the numbers onto the chapped screen of his phone. The ravenette snorted at your reply.

"Oh shit, you're so weird!" And he left out a hyena laugh.

"Way to impress a girl, huh" 

"Only the ones I'm trynna woo" The male smirked when he saw your dumbfounded face.

"Huh? Big words coming from a nerd" You brushed off his provocation. You knew he didn't mean it, but you couldn't prevent your heart to skip a beat.

"Oi, [Name]! What do you mean?"

Surprisingly, the week went smoothly. No Kuroo incidents nor professors bitching over the struggling students.

It was saturday and you were more than ready to spend a whole day inside the library with the ravenette.

Sarcasm? Check.

It wasn't like you hated him. If you were to be honest, it was the other way around — but you would never give Shirabu the taste of being right.

Kuroo just had a special way of getting under your skin. He knew what buttons to push and how to make feel flustered.

You were indeed whipped for him in your first year, but he was an asshole back then — It was kinda comprehensible though: being new to the infamous uni life, freshmen were always seeking acceptance from other people.

Kouhai trying to impress their senpai.

Jocks trying to make a number on the female population.

You trying to grab the attention of that hot guy from welcome ceremony — yes, the one who ended to be the bane of your campus existence.

Yada yada.

But when Kuroo turned you down — without you confessing first, you may add —, your pride was incredibly hurt. You then declared war. Best way to rile up a med student? Make your grades better than theirs.

But of fucking course Kuroo wasn't your regular med student. The competition only provoked meaningless banter — and it annoyed you even more because you couldn't get into his nerves the same way he did to you.

"Oi, [Surname]! You good there?"

"Yeah, yeah, get back to the damn peptides" You definitely despised biochemistry.

You rummaged through the books sprawled over the desk, searching for your Lehninger copy.

"Where the fuck that huge ass book went to?" You murmured, getting ready to go check on your backpack.

Glancing towards your classmate's direction, you spotted it under one of the textbooks he was using, but before you could reach for it, you felt hands gingerly wrapping around your chin, making your eyes lock into his stare.

"What are you doing?" You knew the warmth in your cheeks wasn't being provided by his body temperature.

"Conducting an experiment" He said as you melted under his attentive stare.

"Huh?"

"You know, they say exchanging looks causes an increase on Oxytocin synthesis in hypothalamus" The male smirked when a vein popped on your head, your brain recalled that science paper about the physiology on human and dog interactions. You wanted chaos and world domination — but in order to make it, you had to kill Kuroo first.

"Are you fucking calling me a dog?" You squinted at him, ready to fight. He laughed as your slapped his hands off of your face.

"Oh, come on, it was just a joke. You know the hormone of love doesn't work this way." His hyena laugh made presence as the bibliothecary gave you two a dejected stare.

Just a joke, huh?

For a med student, Kuroo Tetsuro would make a shitty doctor if he didn't know how bad his smile was for your heart.

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tale as old as time

summary: it’s bedtime, and kam’lu is in charge of telling the story

a/n: MAY’LU SHIPPERS COME GET Y’ALL JUICE

"What story do you think papa is going to tell this time?" Brea asked from where she sat on her mother's lap as the older Vapra diligently combed her long pale locks.

"It better not be the one where he got sun frenzy and thought a Hooyim was trying to speak to him." Seladon sighed, running a silver brush through her own hair. She was curled up on a mountain of plush velvet pillows beside her sister Tavra, who was fidgeting impatiently.

"I just hope it's not boring." she said simply.

Mayrin chuckled as she finished up, pecking Brea on the forehead and placing her back down so she could rejoin her sisters on the bed.

"I'm sure whatever your father has planned won't dissapoint." She then discreetly added under her breath. "I hope...."

"Do my ears deceive me or are there four fair gelfling maidens in dire need of a story?"

Four heads simultaneously turned in the direction of a playful voice that boomed from down the hall. The girls squealed in unison as the door swung open to reveal the form of their father, and they abandoned the bed in favor of crowding around his legs enthusiastically.

Kam'lu laughed heartily, scooping his two youngest daughters into his arms, then bending down so that his eldest could climb up on his back.

Mayrin rolled her eyes. "Love, you know they're not supposed to get too excited. It is their bedtime after all."

The Sifa captain gave her a lopsided grin. "Oh but bedtime is the most exciting time of the day, didn't you know? Especially tonights!" He dug his fingers into Tavra and Brea's sides, making them squeal and shriek with laughter.

"Papa, do you have a story for us?" Brea asked, her characteristic curious pools of gold twinkling.

"He better!" Tavra jabbed her tiny finger into her father's chest. "Otherwise I stayed awake for nothing!"

"Fear not my beauties. Tonight's story is a very special one." He gently placed them all down on the pile of cushions, claiming his spot on the biggest one. "One I think your mother will be quite familiar with."

Mayrin almost wanted to ask what Kam'lu was getting at, but the knowing look he threw over his shoulder gave her all the clarification she needed. Smiling, she stood from the vanity chair and got comfortable next to her mate. Their hands interlaced in clear view of their daughters, both not even needing to think about the action. It was practically second nature at that point.

"So, first things first. I have a question for you all." Mayrin gestured between her and Kam'lu. "Do you believe our initial meeting was love at first sight?"

Brea nodded enthusiastically, while Tavra and Seladon shared a look of doubt.

"I'd be surprised if it was..." Seladon muttered.

Mayrin tittered, putting her fingers to her lips. "You'd be correct, my dear. When I first encountered your father, we couldn't have been more different from each other. In the back of my mind I couldn't even begin to fathom how I'd be able to get along with someone so oafish, and thick skulled, and brash-"

"Really feeling the love here...." Kam'lu deflated, ears pinning to the sides of his head. He was actually pouting, and it caused his mate to let out a proper laugh.

"You didn't let me finish." She leaned her head on his shoulder. "I truly did believe you to be all those things. However, I'd be proven wrong later on. You were so much more, my love."

The smile slowly returned to Kam'lus face. He kissed her cheek, nuzzling it tenderly. "And to think, all it took was being swallowed up by a sea monster and fighting for our lives trying to escape."

"Wait, you got swallowed by a what?!" Brea exclaimed in disbelief, bouncing around in her seat.

"Sea monster?!" Tavra balked.

"How did you get out?!" Seladon placed a hand to her chest, eyes wide in shock.

The questions continued to pour in at a steady rate.

"Was it a big monster?"

"Did you fight it?!"

"Did you have to light a fire inside it's belly and have it sneeze you out?!"

All eyes in the room fell on Brea with varying levels of puzzlement.

She merely shrugged. "It was in one of my books."

Kam'lu and Mayrin bursted out laughing at that, the older Sifa having to wipe away a tear or two. Such differing personalities their daughters had, but it made them all the more lovable in their eyes.

"That is where our story begins, my young ones. You see, it was a rather dreary and stormy night. The waves had become quite restless..." Kam'lu started his tale, motioning with his hands for the girls to come in closer. They did so without question.

Despite her mate's rather.... eccentric style of storytelling, Mayrin found herself being oddly soothed by it. She studied her daughter's faces with a serene expression. Brea and Tavra seemed the most enraptured, while Seladon appeared more concerned than anything else.

A larger pale hand subtly reached out to grasp hers, and she unconsciously squeezed back.

"..... when we were suddenly face to face with Bobling King himself! Oh he was as helpful as he was fearsome!" Kam'lu made large theatric gestures with his arms, and Mayrin wasn't sure if it was solely for the girls amusement or if he genuinely remembered the King Bobling in that way.

"Pfft, he doesn't sound so scary." Tavra scoffed, crossing her arms.

"That's because he wasn't, dear." Mayrin interjected. She turned to Kam'lu and raised a brow at him. "Love, he barely reached your knee."

"I'm sorry, who is the one telling the story here?"

She pinched the tip of his ear, eliciting a slight yelp from him. "I was there too, you fool." When before the word rolled off her tongue with scorn and exasperation, now there was only fondness present in the Vapra's tone.

This time it was Seladon's turn to laugh. She doubled over on the pillow, clutching her stomach. "Father, you were scared by something so small?" Her sisters soon followed suite, and even Mayrin couldn't resist letting out a chuckle at Kam'lus expense.

The older Sifa's cheeks flared red, and he huffed indignantly. "Well, if that's how you're all going to act, then I think we should cut this story short."

He was only joking of course, but they didn't know that. At least, his daughters didn't. Only Mayrin seemed to catch on to the slight mischievous glint in his eye that told her he didn't really take it to heart.

"No!!!!" Three pairs of arms shot out and latched onto Kam'lu before he could even think about getting up.

"We're sorry Papa!"

"Yeah, really really sorry!"

"You gotta finish the story!"

He looked down at the pleading faces of his little ones, and feigned a look of pensiveness.

"Well, I suppose I can't stay mad at my beauties for long, can I?"

"No, no you can't." Mayrin smirked, playing with a lock of russet colored hair. "We all have you wrapped around our fingers. Forever."

"There's no other fate on Thra I'd rather resign myself to. Now then," He pulled his mate, along with his daughters onto his lap, much to their amusement. It was a tight fit, but they managed. "As I was saying, we had begun our treacherous journey into the belly of the beast..."

Kam'lu smoothly picked up where he had left off, progressing through the rest of the story with little to no interruptions. Though he had to pause multiple times to chuckle at Tavra's starstruck expression when the subject of the flying Zoa and the final battle aboard skekSa's ship came up.

"From that day on, I swore I'd stay by your mother's side through thick and thin. No matter what unholy terrors Thra tossed our way, I'd be right there with her." Kam'lu smiled lovingly, kissing the head of his mate, who hummed in acknowledgement.

"And not long after, we had our first daughter. Our little Seladon." Mayrin cooed, cupping her eldest's cheek and stroking it with her thumb. "Do you remember where your name comes from, dearest?"

"It was the name of a famous Vapran general, right? The one who saved her village from an avalanche?"

Mayrin nodded, tapping her nose. "That's exactly right. I sensed a very stalwart spirit when I was pregnant with you, and I wanted your name to reflect that."

"Can we hear that story next?" Brea asked, yawning.

Kam'lu chuckled. "I'm afraid we'll have to save that particular tale for another night. For now, I think it's time for my beauties to get some sleep."

A low whine of protest sounded from each girl, and Mayrin gently shushed them. "Your father's right. It's already past your bedtime, and you have a big day tomorrow."

"We do?" They all tilted their heads curiously.

Kam'lu grinned. "Yes! It'll be a nice sunny day tomorrow, and I figured what better way to spend it than to take all of you out on the ship for the afternoon."

"So the sooner you go to sleep, the sooner morning will come, and we can ready ourselves accordingly." Mayrin collected her daughters into her arms as she spoke, tucking them each into their respective beds and kissing them goodnight. Kam'lu went around to do the same, saying quiet Sifan prayers under his breath as he did so.

When they were finally laid to rest, Mayrin quietly stepped out of the room, holding the door open for her mate to join her in the hallway.

"Well, let it never be said that I didn't marry a halfway decent storyteller." She jested, elbowing Kam'lu in the side. "Better than I could have told it anyway."

"Ah, so you finally admit I'm better than you at something. Never thought I'd live to see the day." He grinned smugly.

Mayrin popped him on the shoulder. "Don't let it go to your head now. You're a better storyteller than you are a captain, let's put it that way." She ribbed him teasingly. Then she began to saunter ahead of him towards their bed chambers.

"Come, the hour is late and I could use some shut-eye myself."

Kam'lu watched her go at first, making sure her back was completely turned to him before responding.

"Right away, my All Maudra."

In one fluid motion Kam'lu came up behind Mayrin and swept her up into a bridal carry, walking her the rest of the way with a big smile on his face.

She slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter lest she wake the children.

He couldn't see it, but she was wearing a grin big enough to rival his.

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Buying time

Previously. Next

Fair warning: This one is long.

A few days after her return, Noceda made her way into the Blight manor. She hadn't seen anyone else from the "good old days".

Today, Amity should be finished moving back into her old room. Now that the "empress" had returned, Luz needed a place to stay.

The Owl house didn't seem like it would be accepting new tenants. Amity said she could stay at the "New Coven" HQ. Belos's former castle might as well be put to good use.

Stepping through the front door, she expected to be greeted by either stuffy parents or mischievous siblings. Neither seemed to be home. Just a familiar face waiting to report her news.

Luz: "Good afternoon, my lovely gf! I'm ready for my homecoming party!"

Amity: "I've already updated Willow and Augustus. They should be ready to speak with you after some time."

Luz(folding her arms): "Why so formal, Blight? Is it the house? Maybe we should get our own-".

Amity: "Everyone's going to need time to take all this in, even me. But what about you? Any trouble moving back into your old castle?"

Luz (sarcastically): " You mean Belos's hand-me-downs? You know, after I killed him. Not so bad once you get passed the stares and constant reminders of who I was."

Amity: "Sorry."

Wait, why was she apologizing?

Luz nonchalantly shrugged.

Luz: "Meh, there was vacancy."

Speaking of vacancy, even for a big house, this was unusually quiet.

Luz( jokingly): "So, when's the party? I want to see everyone. Where are they?"

Amity: "That's going to have to wait. My family's already on their way to a conference. We'll be gone for four days."

Luz: "Sounds like high class stuff. Perfect for a romantic getaway, like in the movies. Ok, I'm in!"

Amity: "You can't come."

Luz( pouting): "Huh, why not? I was technically at the top of this food chain. What could possibly stop this empress from returning to high class society?"

Amity: "Me. Remember, everyone was afraid of you. You're supposed to be a secret. Everyone at HQ has orders not to mention you being back."

Sticking her hands in her pockets, the sulking latina turned to leave.

Luz: "Fine! I'll just hang out with Willow and Gus."

Amity: "Those two are busy. Willow has official coven business. Augustus works with his father. They can't drop everything just because you're back."

Stopping mid step, she glanced back to hear about the others.

Luz: "Eda? King?"

Amity dodged her gaze.

Amity: "We haven't been able to reach them. They left Bonesborough to cure the curse... with Lilth."

For a brief moment, red flickered in Luz's eyes. Unfortunately, Amity caught glimpse of that. She made her way to the staircase.

Amity: "Enjoy the alone time."

Being left alone wasn't a fun thought.

Luz: "Hold on, you sure there's no way I could tag along?"

Amity: "Not without some assurances."

Luz: "Like a certain glowing circle floating in midair?"

Got her...

Amity: "The everlasting oath will only work if we're both on board with this. If you're willing to promise give up your magic, it could work. Just for four days, ok? I want to breathe easy. "

Luz: "Ok, but on one condition. We don't tell anyone else about this. There's probably a line of witches who want to take a shot at me."

A purple halo was spawned before them. Amity held her hand out, ready to begin. But just as Luz held out hers, it crackled. A burst of red in its hue, it zapped both their wrists before dissolving. The slight scorch marks seemed to send a clear message.

Amity( disappointed): "I knew this wouldn't work."

Luz: "Hang on, one more time. Close your eyes."

If you looked up "suspicious" in the dictionary, you'd see this moment.

Amity's narrowed eyes tried to read Luz's intentions. The suspect raised her right hand and put the other one on her chest.

Luz: "No tricks, I swear."

Complying with her request, Amity didn't peek.

Luz's eyes darted for the closest reflective object. Settling on a mirror, she knew who else was staring back.

Luz( mouthing the words): "Come on, help me out here."

Trying once more, two hands joined together without fail.

Luz: "See? No sweat. Now, when do we leave?"

Amity: "Tonight, I'm almost done packing. But there's something else I've got to say. My family's arranged for all of us to have our own rooms, for privacy. So..."

Amity brought a hand to Luz's face, smiling.

Amity( patting Luz's cheek): "Good luck finding a last minute vacancy."

And with that, a slack jawed girl was left to wait at the door.

Luz: "Fine, I don't need magic. I've got a dangerous rep!"

[The morning after Luz's return, at New Coven HQ]

Gus: "We've got to drop everything and deal with this!"

Amity: "No, we need to focus. How did she even get here?"

Willow(sarcastically): "Maybe you can find the answer at your next book club meeting? Spoiler alert! Luz's pages ahead of us."

Gus has been working with his father. Though, keeping his finger on the town's pulse was definitely a useful thing. From hearing rumors to reading reports, Gus was the group's ears.

He'd barged into Amity's briefing. Reports of crystal balls disappearing overnight. That definitely seemed like New Coven business.

Of course, it seemed like a good time to inform them of last night's visitor.

Gus: "This can't a coincidence. First, she shows up. Then, robberies happen all over town, overnight! What next? The town gets knee deep in a potion flood?"

Willow: "That doesn't sound that bad, all things considered."

Gus(hysterical): "Oh, sure! Why don't we just ask our former dictator? Hey, Luz, how bad are things going to get?"

They took the news about as well as could be expected.

Gus: "We can't just ask her. She'd probably get scary and wipe out the town."

Willow( putting a hand on Gus's shoulder): " Come on, Gus, this is Luz we're talking about. She's got a big imagination. She'd probably come up with something way worse."

Ok, that's enough panicking.

Amity: "She's not going to wipe out Bonesborough... today. Look, right now we've got questions that need answers. And each of us still have jobs to do. Augustus, I want you to keep up to date on the investigations. Willow, I need you to go to the tree. The portal's gone, but there might be something left behind. Anything that could give us a hint.

Get to it!"

This was normally the part where everyone's dismissed. But Willow waited to shut the door behind Gus.

Willow: "Now that he's gone, we need to clear the air."

Amity just sat down, resting her head on her arms.

Willow: "Do you know why I became your personal assistant?"

Amity(sheepish): "Because you're that nice of a witch and couldn't let me fall apart?"

Willow: "Luz meant alot to us. But she meant a whole lot to you. If anyone was going to get her back, it was you. You were the key to seeing her again. And I wanted to be there to see my friend again.

...

Guess I dropped the ball on that one, huh?"

These two might not be friends, but they had each other's backs.

Willow: "So, do you trust her?"

Amity: "I don't know."

Smirking, Willow wrapped one arm around Amity's shoulder.

Willow: "Well, maybe we can do something about that? See, while you were obviously crushing on her from afar..."

Amity(slightly blushing): " Obviously?!"

Willow(smug): " I was learning up close about schemes, plots, and ruses from a master of shenanigans."

Willow's confidence had improved.

Willow: "I've got a plan. If everything goes well, you might get everything you hoped for.

Twoo wuv's kiss saves Luz and both of you get a happy ending."

She took jabs at her new boss when she could. Payback for the years of bullying.

While Amity became beet red, Willow continued.

Willow(whispering): "Here's what you need to do..."

[Bonus]

The afternoon after the conference, at the Blight manor.

The "undercover" duo knocked at the Blight manor entrance.

The family should be back, by now.

They were met by the twins, Emira and Edric.

Willow: "We need to talk to Amity."

Emira: "She's sleeping."

Gus: "It's four in the afternoon."

Edric: "She didn't get a wink, last night."

A smiles appeared on Amity's siblings.

Edric: "Want to see why?"

Not even waiting for an answer, he brought up a scroll. The footage was ready to go.

Edric: "We had a ball to cap off the night."

Emira: "But Luz wanted to do something special."

There, on the screen, Luz stood in the spotlight. Holding the mic and a spanish guitar, she broadcasted for the dance hall.

Luz: "This one goes out to a special someone here tonight. It's called, 'You're in my heart'."

Amity could be seen hiding her face, as she tried to excuse herself.

Emira: "We told her, Amity left during her performance."

Edric: "So, she asked for our help in finding mitten's window."

Pulling up another recording, this one seemed to take place outside.

Luz: "I saw this in a movie, once."

As the shot panned out, the eyes of these two detectives nearly popped out at the screen. What they saw could only be described as an army of Luz clones. The one up front, holding the guitar, began to play. The rest of them sang behind her.

Luz army(echoing): "Love of my life, you've hurt me.

You've broken my heart, and now you leave me."

The Blight twins collapsed from laughter.

The two guests looked at each other.

Gus(confused): "Are we... sure that's not the real Luz?"

Willow: "I thought Luz wasn't supposed to do magic?"

Edric(astounded): "That's why she asked for our help!"

Emira: "I just thought she was trying to get in good with her future in laws. Those powers glyphs weren't a bad start."

Before Willow could ask about that, Gus had his own question.

Gus: "When did you even learn this song?"

Blight twins(in unison): "Last night."

Willow: "No one tried to stop her during any of this?"

Emira: "People were too sacred they'd set her off. I mean, even we had trouble believing she wasn't going to start... you know."

Edric: "That is, until she wanted to pull something over on Amity. And really, who are we to try and stop her from redeeming herself?"

Emira: "Yeah, shame she made Luz walk home."

Slowly, Willow pieced together a realization.

Willow: "Time's not up yet and she's walking back alone.

Wait, did you post this on Penstagram?!"

Author's note:

Admittedly, the bonus was inspired by this moment in the show

and a song on the radio.

[coconutheadfriend]

Fall of the sky (part 2)

Todoroki Shoto x Reader

Genre: Romance I guess?

Warnings: Angst, Implied smut, fluff? (There will be smut eventually)

Word count: 2800+

Summary:

Ah Arkridge city of laughter and full of rich, cocky assholes. Oh, and me, my name is (Y/N) and this is my story about the fall of the sky. It’s 2034 and the government declares the ground below us is inhabitable, broken, and destroyed. So people build a city, a sanctuary for the human race to keep on living. Although the one thing they chose to do wasn’t to send us to space no, it was to build a city. No normal city though, it flew. Like a plane, but looked way more magical than the human mind could ever imagine. Towering buildings and cute little homes waiting to be inhabited. Although there was a dark side to this solution, poor people were rarely seen on this island, but why may you ask? That will play a big part in my story and how I made the sky fall. I am (y/n) (l/n) and this is my story on how I made the sky fall.

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Your head hurt, no it didn't just hurt. It was the most pain you've ever felt in your life. Your whole body hurt like hell and you couldn't remember why. You opened your eyes slowly, it was dimly lit. Your vision was blurry and the lights around you were stretched out in streaks. You opened your eyes wider and your vision cleared. You got up slowly, pain shooting through your body. "ah- shit" You fell back down and tears appeared in the corners of your eyes. You tried to move your legs but with little movement. You looked around you and saw no one. 'Where the hell am I' you thought to yourself. Suddenly you heard a door open and close and you shut your eyes, pretending to be asleep. "Damn- still no awake." They sigh and walk closer to you. 'It sounded like a guy-' you felt him take something off your forehead and replaced it with something warm and wet.

You suddenly heard another person's footsteps coming into the room. "She's still not awake? Why don't you just get rid of her Todoroki?" It sounded like a female and she came awfully close to the bed. She tapped my face rather hard, hard enough to move my face to the side. "Hey watch it, I don't want her to be hurt more than she already is." He says grabbing the girl's hand. What you assumed to be his hand moved your head back had soothed the spot that had just got hit. "I can't just leave the girl. Besides who knows what kind of condition she's in." His thumb slowly moves over to your lips swiping across it gently. "Whatever I'll be back in a bit, I need to go downtown to get some more supplies" you hear her footsteps as she leaves the room. His face gets closer to yours and you hear his whisper. "I believe that you can wake up and I'll be here waiting"

He starts t get up from the bed and your eyes shoot open grabbing his arm. "Wait! Please don't leave!" You shout tears pricking your eyes. He looks at you with a shocked face. "Uh-I won't" He sits beside you on the chair. 

This is the first time you get a look at him. His red hair splits off to white in the middle and it looks as if his face is burned but from what you could tell he definitely isn't ugly. His face chiseled but still has soft features like his eyes almost as if welcoming you home. Your thoughts were interrupted.

"Uhm so how are you feeling?" He asks awkwardly and rubs the back of his neck. "I'm ok I guess considering what happened- actually what did happen?" You ask your face confused, lifting a hand to your head trying to remember. "I thought you'd know" He shrugs "But you did fall from the sky and people call you Daten-shi, you're lucky to be alive." He looks at you and wipes some hair from your eyes. "I guess"

Then you remember. The sky, his face, the heartbreak, and most of all fear and his hatred for me. The pink clouds, and how beautiful you looked that night. The last dance you'd ever have as you fell. You thought he loved you, your dear Bakugou. But when you told him you felt like it wasn't working out he pushed you. Your heart hurt and your eyes were burning. You felt pain all over you as you moved your arms to hug yourself. "He pushed me-" You choked up, you were crying? tears had been running down your face. You sobbed out. "He pushed me off the edge-like-like he didn't care about me!" You shout and scream out a painful cry. "No one will know I'm dead!" Your nose starts to run and he pulls you into his chest. you cry into his shirt, wrapping your hand around his shirt. balling your fists in it wrinkling the fabric. You look at him and push him away. " Where am I? What is this place? The world was destroyed?!" You start panicking. Breathing becomes uneven "Am I in hell?" You look up at him with red eyes and his face shows no expression. "No you're on the ground. The real ground" He pulls your hands off him. "Stop crying, there's no point. If you tell anybody you're from the sky city, you might as well have just died while falling" He puts on a cold persona. 

"No one will come looking for you, by the way, I would know. Can you walk?" He asks getting up and tapping your legs. "I-I don't know-" You look at your legs, trying to move them. but to no avail. "Get up," He said, a little angry. "I'm trying" You choke out trying to move your legs again but nothing. "Get up!" He shouted louder than the last. He turns around and throws the chair to the ground. He walks out of the room slamming the door. 

"Why is he so upset, jeez, I'm the one that should be. I can even walk." You tear up again and move to face the wall. wrapping your hands around your body. getting cold and you start crying again. "I'm the one who has no one, nothing anymore" The tears rolling down your face were hot. You had so many questions. how did you get here, who was he and how did he live on the ground?

You closed your eyes drifting off to sleep again. 

You woke up to two people fighting to what seems like to be on the other side of the door. "Todoroki she's a waste of time! She can't even walk!" the female shouts "So was I just a waste of time when I fell!" He cries out. "No! That's what I thought, she will walk again just watch!" He says opening and closing the door to the room you're staying in. He sighs and looks at you, with the same cold face. "Sorry, how much of that did you hear?" He sits in the chair next to you. It must've gotten picked up while you slept. "Uh, what do you mean you were a waste of time?" You ask tilting your head to him. "I guess I was the same thing as you, I fell. Not from the sky though. From some rocks high up. I went through some hard times, but I got through them" he says you see his eyes get glossy. "Until I met Momo you see. She helped me through a lot of it. We're actually dating. We have our problems like any other couple, we've been mainly fighting over you. She thinks you can't walk again and I believe otherwise. I can't give up on you as so many had done with me." He coughs clearing his throat.

"Also sorry for lashing out yesterday. I just-" You put your hand on him, reassuring him "It's fine I understand how you might've felt" You smile at him softly. "Ah- you must be hungry. We don't have much to eat but I can get you some bread" You smile and nod. He gets up and leaves the room. Tears start to prick your eyes realizing that you may never walk again.

You wipe your eyes and he walks in again with a piece of bread with what looks to be some home-made strawberry jam. "It's not like the food you'd get up there but it's the best we've got right now" He hands you the food and you take a bite. Your eyes widen. "Oh my! this is so good" You smile and eat more of it. "I have some questions if you'd be ok with me asking them," You say after eating your food. Your stomach feels fuller than before. He nods "Ask away."  

You think for a second and look down to see if you had different clothes on. To see you had been bandaged up. Some wrapped around your breasts and more wrapped around your bottom half almost like shorts. stopping a bit above mid-thigh. You blush at the thought of his undressing you. "Uh, who changed me?" He blushes and looks down. "Uh I did- but I didn't look at anything, or tried to. That's probably why Mo is mad at me." He has a small smile and rubs the back of his neck. "Uh it's ok, "You say awkwardly. 

"Do you know who pushed you off?" He asks, his face returning to that old cold stare. "Yeah, I remember. His name was Bakugou, we were dating for a few months and when I went to break up with him he pushed me off. Like it was nothing." You sigh tears prick your eyes and you blink them away. "Hm, that name does sound familiar, but not very many people talk about what goes on in the sky. Bad memories for them I guess" He shrugs his shoulders. "Uh if you don't mind me asking where my dress?" You look up shyly. "Mo actually took it, she has it in her closet. even puts it on some times. which is a little weird because half the time you could've been dead at any moment. It just reminded me that she was wearing a dead girl's dress" He got chills and you widen your eyes. 

"Uh, I want to try to walk again." You say shyly trying to move your legs. They moved slightly. "Oh my god, they moved. I can kind of feel my legs. Not much though" You smile at him but it quickly disappears when you try to move them again and you feel pain shoot up your back. You let out a groan and your body falls back on the bed. Tears prick your eyes and you try again sitting up. You touch your legs with your hand. "I feel it!" His eyes sadden and he takes out a needle. "What are you doing?" He pricks your leg and you watch the blood come out of your leg. "W-what? Why couldn't I feel that?" You ask, jabbing your finger on the cut and feeling no pain. "Your body made you think you felt it." He sighs, bending down to pick you up in bridal style. "Come on we're going to the kitchen" You look at him, admiring his face while he looks ahead. "Is there something on my face?" He asks looking down at you smirking. You look away blushing. "Oh, no..." you say quietly. He places you on the counter, this is the first time you get a good look at the place it's an old looking apartment? Small looking but comfortable.

"Nice place," You say and he goes between your legs holding a spoon up to your mouth. You open it and close it when he puts it in your mouth. He pulls the spoon off and you swallow, You look up at him and his mouth is open slightly. You blush and he holds the spoon up to your mouth again repeating the action multiple times and you come up with the conclusion that is apple sauce. He picks you up and places you on your feet. you wobble and lose balance and he grabs you pulling you to his chest. "How long was I out? Also, what's your name?" You look up to him. "About a month and my name is Todoroki, but most people call me Icy-Hot" He clears his throat and places you on your legs again. You groan and fall to your knees. This happens multiple times for the next half an hour.

You end up giving up and stay on the floor for a few minutes until he sits next to you. "Give it some time" He places his hand in your comfort. "What's your name?" He asks, turning his head to look at you. Your head to look at him as well. "Y/n l/n" You look down at your hands and he gets up. "Well, Y/n. We should probably get you back to your room." He bends down to pick you up. He walks to your room slowly pushing the door open with his body. He places you on the bed and places the blanket onto you. "Tomorrow I'll bring you down to see if someone can help you. I'll get out the stuff that helped me if you want. You nod and he walks to the door turning to say something. "Get some rest, you'll need it." 

He closes the door and you look down at your legs tearing up again. "Stop, stop crying it's not worth it. He's not worth it." You blink the tears away. turning to your side and closing your eyes.

You were running from him, Bakugou and you were running through a forest. Cuts on your arms and legs, sweat drenching your body and tears in your eyes. You saw the edge and stopped running. Watching Bakugou charging at you. "NO! STOP! LEAVE ME ALONE" You heard his laugh and he pushed you off. But this time it was a dark hole. "You're not coming back from this" He laughed watching you fall.

You shot up from the bed and Todoroki slammed the door opening running to you. You were covered in a cold sweat. "H-He did i-it again. H-e pushed me- pushed me off aga-again" You stumbled out your words and you felt tears leak from your eyes. He pulled you into another big hug rubbing your back. You wrapped your arms around him, grabbing his shirt from behind.

"Todoroki! What are you doing hugging her?" She asked angrily standing in the door and crossing her arms with an angry look on her face. "She had a nightmare Momo don't get so angry." He sighed pulling away from you. He went across the room and grabbed some clothes placing them on your bed. "Here change, we're going to see if someone can help you." He said, walking you out of the room. He stood in front of the girl and pulled her with him, closing the door as they both walked out.

You look at the clothes and then your bandages around the upper and lower part of your body. Your start unwrapping the top and Todoroki walks back in with something in his hands. You let out a squeak and cover your top part with the shirt. "Oh- sorry I didn't know you were changing," He says softly. "This is the only extra we have for your upper half, sorry it's a bit of an inconvenience. Also before you had woken up Momo had bathed and shaved you, so you don't need to worry about that stuff. She didn't want me doing it for obvious reasons but here" He places the item beside you and walks out of the room, closing the door behind him again.

"Has this man ever heard of knocking?" You sigh to yourself. You pick up the item and it's a bra, a cute one too. It looks a little small for you. It's pink lace with a criss-cross back and a cute pink bow in the form with matching panties.

You put the bra on and its a tight fit, your boobs almost spilling out of it. The black t-shirt is a v-neck making your boobs very noticeable. You unbind the wrappings on your legs and you see the shave, she did a very good job. No cuts and smooth, just how you like it. You grab was seemed to be ripped jeans, you put your legs through it. It was hard but you cant seem to get them past your thighs.

"Todoroki!" You shout and he comes into the room. You blush shyly. "I need some help pulling them up" You point to your pants and he nods. 

He turns you to lay on your stomach putting your but in the air. He gets on his knees pulling your pants up he stands up and pulls it up and around your ass. He presses himself against you and grinds a bit losing himself in the way you look. "You know Todoroki, I might've lost feeling in my legs but I can still feel my ass" You say to him and he picks you up "Right sorry just testing out the waters." He blushes and puts you on his back walking out the room. He walks towards the door. "You ready to see what's out there?" He asks and holds the knob to the door.

"Yeah.. I'm ready."

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violent ends (chapter 8)

(chapter 8)

series masterlist

genre: hunger games!au

pairings: huang renjun x oc, na jaemin x oc

warnings: language, mentions of blood, fighting, deaths, mentions of sex

A/N: I’m curious, tell me if you’re team Renjun or team Jaemin!

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Athena's POV

Sixty.

That's how many seconds I have before I have to step off this metal circle. It's all the time they give us to survey our surroundings. I look around to see the other tributes scattered randomly, all facing towards the cornucopia. Heart thumping, I spot Jaemin on the complete opposite end.

There are supplies almost an arm-length away from me, however everyone knows that the most useful supplies is placed in the mouth of the Cornucopia. Almost beckoning for me to take one, knifes are displayed on the walls.

Thirty Seconds.

I'm counting down in my head. Should I grab the book bag in front of me in case there's a weapon in it? But then, by the time I get to the Cornucopia, others will already be waiting for me with their fresh pick. However, if I'm quick enough I could get them while their backs are turned.

Twenty seconds.

Breathe. I look around to see no other than Haechan placed exactly to my right. That's a huge problem. No matter what I choose, he's going to be right on my trail. But the bag is so close!

Bag or Cornucopia?

Fifteen seconds.

My eyes dart, back and forth trying to come up with a decision. Then, suddenly I question how I will even be able to find Jaemin during the chaos, if he decides to ditch me and run away to the lake. He wouldn't, right?

I look him in the eyes and discreetly nod towards the Cornucopia, praying he gets the message. Or that he even saw it, considering he's about 20 tributes away from me.

Now back to the bag situation.

10 seconds. Big, yellow letters appear on a screen in the Cornucopia, counting down. 

Back and forth, I struggle to come up with a quick decision on which I should do first. However, when I look over to my left, over two tributes away is Renjun. Noticing my visible distress, he shakes his head at me.

"Don't." He mouths.

I get into running position and keep my eyes on the knifes. Guess I'll give up on the backpack. Although, since Renjun is officially my competition now, should I trust his input?

Is this a secret plan between the three of them to collectively slash me to bits?

5 seconds.

Fine, I've made up my mind. Okay, Huang Renjun, I'll forget the dumb fucking bag.

3 seconds.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Breathe you fucking moron, before you pass out.

2 seconds.

Then, I hear it, the gong. My body takes over and I'm sprinting as fast as I can. I'm so close now, I can practically already feel the blades in my hands. My lungs are burning, but I don't care.

I reach out and grab several, random knifes from the wall. However, once I turn around, my whole body collides with the sharp wall behind me. A boy from District 5 has his bare hands around my throat, making me drop the knifes.

Pivoting my body to the right, I strike his arm with my left palm. Once he falls forward, I use the same arm to lock around his neck. Squeezing as hard as I can, I grab whatever I can from the wall with my free hand and thrust it into the side of his neck.

Blood violently seeps in squirts from the wound onto me, as I release him from my hold. I grab my dropped weapons and a backpack by my ankle. When I look up, I am greeted by absolute madness.

Lee Jeno is standing over a young girl from District 3 with an axe stuck in the middle of her head. Meanwhile,  Renjun has just slashed open the District 8 boy's neck. Too occupied, they don't even notice me running past them. However, I feel someone leap on my back, causing me to crash face-first into the ground. I use all my strength to roll the large boy off of me, before stunning him with a sharp and painful punch to the nose. Wasting no time, I jab a knife into his throat, before pulling it out to keep.

Jaemin.

I desperately try to look for the blond boy, but he's nowhere to be found. There's beginning to be less people, meaning the Careers will spot me if I stick around much longer. While they're occupied with hacking away at the poor tributes, I decided to immediately follow Taeyong's advice of collecting water. It's important that I get there before Renjun does the same. I sprint through trees, trying to achieve a safe distance.

Once I've gotten away far enough to no longer hear the deafening screams of the dying children, I could softly hear the sound of moving water masked under the chirping birds.  At this moment, I can't help but feel jealous of them. They have no idea what's truly happening beneath them.  Stuck in their own little world, safe from harm's way in the trees. Even if something where to happen to them, they have wings to fly away with. I guess, they remind me of the people from the Capitol.

As the sound of water gets louder, I make sure to tread quietly. The Careers can't be far, and right now I'm alone and vulnerable. God, I wish Jaemin was here right now.

Noticing the dirt become muddier as I walk near the sound, I know I should be extremely close by now.

Snap.

Alerted, I quietly crouch behind a tree. Knife ready, I wait until the crunching of leaves get close enough, before I jump out and tackle the noisy perpetrator to the floor.

They put up a good fight too, attempting to push me off their back. During our wrestling, I notice them looking around frantically, probably looking for their weapon since they dropped it during the tackle.

Suddenly, the head becomes locked in one direction. Following his gaze, I see a trident laying on the forest floor.

A trident?

They notice me pause, throwing me backwards into the ground. My head smacks backwards against it, my eyes shutting in pain.

Once they open, I am face-to-face with the sharp prongs of the trident.

Cowering backwards, I frantically say, "Jaemin! It's me."

Once he realizes, the alerted look on his face fades away into one of concern, "Athena, are you okay?"

Jaemin chucks his weapon to the side and thoroughly looks over my face and body for injuries.

"It's not my blood," I assure him, "Ran into some people at the Cornucopia." 

"It's literally everywhere. Here, follow me to the lake, so you can wash it off." He gently pulled me up off the ground.

Grabbing his trident in one hand and my own hand in his other, he leads me to the lake. We crouch down by the waterside. My hands scooping up some water to cure the dryness in my throat. Then, I began scrubbing off the blood from my face and body.

"What happened out there? I couldn't find you at the Cornucopia." He asked, curious.

I watch the blood fading away into nothing in the river, as I speak, "I made it to the center. The guy from District 5 tried to choke me out right away. Then, after I started looking for you, I got tackled by a guy I couldn't see."

Frowning at the now clear water, "Honestly, for a second, I thought you left without me, when I couldn't find you there."

"I wouldn't leave you. We're in this till the end, okay?" Jaemin promises.

"Til the end, then," I agree, "What happened to you?"

"I only got to this," He held up his trident, "before Haechan is launching at me with bow and arrows. He kept chasing me, and before I know it I ended up far behind the back of the Cornucopia.That's where I spotted this lake from. He kept calling out for me, but eventually I guess he just gave up. That's when I decided to leave and set out to find you."

Taking in his words, I point out, "It sounds a lot like they were trying to purposely separate us, so they could kill us easier. Don't you think?"

"It makes sense, " He suddenly laughed, "it's funny though, we almost killed each other for them."

"I'm sorry for tackling you like that." I apologized.

"It's fine. Is your head okay?" Jaemin softly patted the back off my head.

"It is now." I bat my eyelashes, playing it up for the cameras. Looking around, I notice some  flowers sticking up through the water, surrounded by Lilly pads.

"What are these?" He curiously picked one from the water.

"They're pond lilies. They're good for infections and burns. Plus anti-inflammatory too." I remember what Taeyong taught me.

"Hm, so smart," He smiles down at me, before tucking the flower behind my ear, "and pretty too."

I don't hide the way my cheeks flush. Just like they did last night, when I was with Renjun.

Distracting myself from the thought, I decide to look throw the bright orange back pack I picked up after killing the District 5 guy. While rummaging through it, I found a pack of crackers, a pack of dried beef strips, a bottle of iodine, a box of wooden matches, a bit of coiled wire, glasses, and an empty black water bottle.

Grabbing the bottle, I began to fill it up with water for later. Then, I place it back in the backpack along with some of the knifes I've been holding onto. While doing so, Jaemin proceeds to try on the glasses.

"Wow, these really do suck. I can still see the sun." He murmurs, looking around.

"Then, they're probably supposed to be used during night. That'll be useful for hunting. Speaking of hunting, you hungry?" I ask, feeling my stomach rumble at the first mention of food.

"Yeah, let's go."

Renjun's POV

Jeno, Haechan, and I had decided to turn the Cornucopia into our own little camp. We had  all the supplies we could ever need. I mean, sure, there's about ten bodies just laying around, but home sweet home, right?

However, right now it wasn't feeling too sweet.

"What the fuck happened out there, Haechan? The plan was whoever was closest to her would kill her as soon as she stepped off the platform. You were the closest." complained an irritated Jeno.

I don't feel guilty that Haechan is unknowingly taking the hit for me. In fact, I was the one who stopped her from getting that bag and immediately dying by the bare hands of Haechan. I'm not sure what made me do it. I keep telling myself that maybe I was thinking about her being defenseless and unable to put up a fair fight would be unfair.

Or maybe I'm just pussy-whipped after last night, I don't know. My hand subconsciously goes to the hidden mark she left near my collarbone. Although I can't see it, I can feel the slight pain as my fingers pass over it. A reminder of last night.

Ripping my hand away, I try to tune back into the argument to avoid popping up a boner, while on live national-fucking-television.

"She was just too fast. I was sure that huge dude from District 5 was going to finish her off for me," Haechan suddenly remembered something, "Besides I was the one who made sure they were separated like our Plan B said to do."

I guess he's right. If we were able to kill them, we were going to do our best to separate them. Without Athena, Jaemin probably couldn’t survive, since District 4 is entirely a beach district. That fish boy probably has no idea how to survive for a week in the woods.

On the other hand, Athena, for some reason, needs him just as much. The three of us had debated on the reason why. Maybe she’s using him for his fame and sponsors? Although, she had received a lot of positive attention based on her own charms. She didn’t need him for that.

That’s what led us to the conclusion that she had a little girl crush on him. The thought makes me sick. I thought the Lee Athena I grew up with, would never waste her time on a guy like him.

As the sky becomes dark, I wondering what they’re doing now. Are they dead? Or still all alone? I can imagine Athena, hiding in a tree all by herself, frightened and scared. A little part of me wonders what would happened if she joined the Careers. Would she be here right now sitting next to me? Listening to these annoying boys bicker with each other.

Where are you, Lee Athena?

Maybe they found each-other. Maybe they’re looking up at the same sky right now.

I can see it. Them huddling close together, blaming it on their need to keep warm for the night. His arms wrapped around her, tightly. Her head resting against his check, watching the stars.

God, it makes me sick.

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SUPERCORP FANFIC

Krypto had been with them for a few months now and he had already grown a little, though he was still very young and there would surely be a lot more growth to come.

Kara had used most of the time to train his superpowers, to somehow try to get him to control them and not randomly attack any strangers who came too close. He had always been rather shy and doubtful about new people. Alura had told them that. It was still a wonder how he had so quickly warmed up to Lena, and anyone who was obviously close with Lena. He seemed to only trust people after making sure that Lena was okay with them as well. Though this started applying to Kara too. Apparently, he trusted her judgement the most after Lena's.

He had become a steady accompany for the brunette. He came with her to the DEO, laying next to her on the floor while she worked.

Kara would come by to visit whenever she had free time - no mission to go to as Supergirl and nothing important to work on as Kara Danvers at CatCo.

Krypto had very soon become a part of the family, impossible to imagine a life without him. Everyone at the DEO knew him too and Krypto had seemed to grasp the concept after a while that people wearing these uniforms were usually no threat.

However, one day, a threat did occur. Kara was talking with Alex when several masked men in armor came in to attack the DEO.

She and the agents were holding up good against them.

But then, with panic, she thought about Lena. She had to know if she was okay. She quickly listened for her heartbeat and she grew even more worried when she heard the speed of it. Lena was scared. She either heard the fighting noises and was just nervous or some of the attackers had already gotten through to the labs. She couldn't take any risks. She needed to get there as fast as possible.

Of course that was the moment where one of the masked men attacked her, preventing her from leaving.

Kara rang with him for awhile, trying to push his weapon out of his hand before finally knocked him out by banging her forehead against his.

Her eyes scooted around the room, hastily looking for her sister. Finding her, she just exclaimed loudly: "Alex! I have to get to Lena!"

Alex nodded, punching one of the attackers and while loading her gun, simply yelled: "Go! We'll take of them!"

Kara breathed out and not a second later, she already sped towards the DEO laboratories.

Her heart slipped a beat when she saw the agent who accompanied Lena today dead on the floor.

"Oh no.", she mumbled, storming forward. "Lena!"

Further into the room, lay two of the masked men. By listening closely, she could tell that one of them was still breathing, simply unconscious. However she didn't even need her superhearing or any medical expertice to tell that the other man was dead. The big burned hole in his chest spoke for itself. Only heat vision could have caused something like that. Krypto.

In the same moment, she heard a bark from the next room and moved along. The little stocking room seemed empty at first. Kara used her x-ray vision to check it and found a female figure who she recognized as Lena cowering in one of the cupboards on the floor, together with Krypto.

The blonde ran forward and ripped the door open. Lena visibly flinched and a panicked expression stood on her face as her arms closed tighter around the dog next to her who barked again.

"Hey, hey, Lee, it's okay. It's me, it's okay.", Kara said gently, reaching in to touch Lena's shoulder.

Lena breathed out deeply, in relief.

"Oh thank god.", she mumbled.

Krypto jumped out of the cabinet, making it easier for Kara to help her girlfriend out as well, who then instantly threw her arms around her. Kara held her tightly.

"Do you know what happened?", Kara asked quietly as they pulled away.

"I just heard fighting noises and when the agent went to check, there was a gunshot. Is he dead?"

Kara bit her lip. "Yeah."

Lena took a shaky breath and nodded.

"After that, some men came in. I heard two different voices, so it must have been at least two. Krypto... He took care of them, I think. He growled and soon after, bodies hit the floor. He pushed the cane into my hand and bit into the other end to lead me to this hiding spot."

Kara couldn't help the way her eyebrows shot up. The way Lena described it sounded almost like Krypto had never done anything else in his life, as if he was a trained service dog. But he was still a young dog, who had never even had a single training lesson in becoming a guide dog. They only trained his powers to avoid sudden outbreaks and possible injuries of others.

However it made sense that he would act on instinct. His enhanced intelligence was magnificent after all.

Alura had already said that he had been smart but it seemed that since they arrived on earth, he grew even more intelligent. Maybe that balanced out the lack of x-ray vision and freeze breath?

Kara clapped once into her hands and Krypto, recognising the signal, jumped up into her arms. Kara pressed a kiss on his head. "Thank you, Krypto, for taking care of your mommy for me."

She slung her other arm around Lena, kissing her on her temple as well and pulling her close.

"I'm so glad you're both okay.", she whispered into Lena's hair.

Suddenly, Krypto growled deeply and jumped down from Kara's arm, landing on the floor, instantly in a defensive stance. His ears laid flat and his flews exposed his teeth.

Kara frowned and turned around. Just one second later, the man who had been unconscious before stood in the doorway with his weapon raised.

Kara protectively moved in front of Lena.

"You really shouldn't try anything stupid.", she threatened.

The guy shot at her several times, as well as at Krypto.

For a second, Kara was scared that Krypto might not be invulnerable since that was something they hadn't tested but that fear quickly evaporated when the bullets simply bounced off his body as they did off of her's.

Kara rolled her eyes and raised her arms in an almost frustrated way. "I really don't get why people are still shooting at me. When will you people finally understand that I'm bulletproof?"

She rushed forward, grabbing the weapon with such force from his hand that his wrist gave an ugly cracking sound. She jabbed her elbow into his face, sending him flying to the ground, unconscious yet again.

She returned to her place next to Lena, pulling her into her arms again.

Not much later, Alex came storming into the room. Relief spread across her face and she came closer, carefully stepping over the unconscious man on the floor, to wrap her arms around Lena.

"Okay, good, you're alright.", she said. "I got worried when Kara didn't come back with you."

"I'm fine. Krypto saved me."

"He did?", Alex asked, a little surprised, as she pulled away.

Kara nodded with shining eyes. "He's amazing, Alex. He doesn't just have superpowers, he knows exactly how to use them to defend someone. His instincts tell him to protect. He's a natural superhero - a superdog! And as if that isn't enough, he also seems to be a natural guide dog." She kneeled down to scratch Krypto behind his ear, making him wag his tail. After a little bit of silence, she looked up at her sister with a grin. "Do you think, you could train a canine agent for the DEO too?"

Alex chuckled and crossed her arms. "Well, I've never done it before but I won't say no to that challenge."

[another-blog-bites-the-dust]

The Week.

Summary: You and John spend the week together in Tokyo, Japan. A week that would change your lives for good.

Warnings: Bit of drinking and swearing but that's about it, lots of fluff!

A/N: I know it's been far too long!! Sorry about that! Just been so busy between life and writing that I haven't had the chance to take the time to upload and edit my work! Plus the eye infection didn't help 😭😅Nevertheless, here is the next part- lookout for a little song reference 😉 Enjoy! 💖

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Day 2.

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A restless night was washed off in a quick shower. The sleep was still softly clutching onto your body however, but you had a busy day ahead and you couldn't let that get to you. You tossed your old towels into the empty bath for the housekeeper to take away and changed into something comfortable before making your way downstairs for breakfast. It was seven thirty in the morning.

You stepped into the lift and pressed the floor where the restaurant was. When the lift stopped in the floor below yours, a flurry of excited and eager butterflies emerged in your stomach. You were disappointed when the doors opened and John wasn't there- but he still might be sleeping. Instead a young family entered and pressed the button to the lobby. When you got out of the lift, you slowly walked to the restaurant and were led to a table. There was a spread of food along a wall and a menu on the table. You ordered a few things from it and the biggest cup of coffee they had. You got up and grabbed a bowl of funky sounding fruit to start with and grabbed one of the newspapers they had and put it on the table beside you, reading it while you ate your fruit.

Your coffee arrived...and so did someone else. "Morning!" They chirped and you looked up, a smile suddenly appearing on your face.

"Good morning, John," you folded up the paper "How'd you sleep?" You asked.

"I didn't." He still managed to lowly chuckle despite being exhausted.

You smirked "Neither did I." He was still standing- there was a spare chair across from you. "Do you want to join me for breakfast?"

"You sure?" He asked, already pulling out the chair.

"Course," you smiled and he sat down, and placed his order with the server. "I like having company." You smiled into your coffee cup "I always travel alone- it's a nice change having breakfast with someone."

"I hope I'm not keeping you from your work." The worry was adamant in John's voice but you waved away his concerns and told him that he wasn't. "I'm assuming you're a fellow Londoner from your accent?" He put that out there and then silently thanked the waiter for his tea that he had ordered.

"You assume correct. I live just west of Kensington." John choked on his tea and you raised a brow. "What?"

"I live just west of Kensington!" He grinned. "Melrose Gardens!"

You went wide-eyed "No way! I stay on Dewhurst Road! You are like five minutes away from me!" You giggled and John rested his chin on his hand with a toothy grin. Your laughter died down and you looked at him with a soft, amazed smile. "Isn't it funny that you can travel halfway around the world and then find someone who lives down the road from you?"

"Very funny," he mused.

"It's fascinating how small our little big world is." You said just as your breakfasts arrived.

"So what are your plans for today?" He asked. "Do you focus on a particular point of interest or sights to write about?" John was genuinely interested in what you did and when he arrived back in the U.K., he was sure to get his hands on a paper to read your work.

"I try and focus on a bit on every aspect. I tend to spend a week wherever I go to try and do a bit of everything a place has to offer." You began to explain, the pair of you still eating away at your breakfasts. "So today for example, today I'm going to the shops and I'm going to explore a little- jot down anything I find interesting or if I spot any quirky hotspots . I'll take a lot of photos too. But during the week I'll go on a excursion, see what modes of public transport are available, check out the nightlife, try the traditional restaurants...that sort of thing."

"You've certainly got a jam-packed week. Sounds fun too!" He took a bite of toast. "I'll probably be stuck in here all week- especially since my bandmates will be far too busy lazing about." He added with an eye roll.

You chortled before you were hit with an idea. "If you're not busy...you could always tag along with me if you want? I don't mind." You nonchalantly shrugged and sipped away on your coffee.

"R-really?! Sure! I'd love to!" John knew he sounded a little too enthusiastic.

"Great! Well I'll get myself organised and I can meet you in the lobby in twenty minutes?" You suggested and both stood up at the same time.

"Perfect!" You both made your way to the lift, John got off at his floor. "See you soon!" You sent him a small wave and continued going up another floor. You grabbed your bag that had all your necessities in it and your camera along with a guidebook. Before you went anywhere you always read up about where you were going and took a guidebook on the journey with you. The maps inside were especially handy.

Twenty minutes later you met with John who was eagerly waiting for you and an adventure around Tokyo. "Ready to go?" You asked and he nodded and the pair of you stepped outside. The sun was out and there was a scattering of fluffy white clouds in the sky. You ended up down a busy little side street. You spotted a shop who's window display consisted of bright yellow, plastic streamers and questionable looking mannequins in even more questionable positions. "We should head in," you pointed to the door.

"In there?" John pointed too "It looks mad!"

You took his hand and you both felt a jolt of electricity bolt up your arms. "That's exactly why we're going in." John was happy to be dragged by you into the weird wonderland of whimsical mishmash paraphernalia. It held everything from telephones to a literal kitchen sink, as well as odd pairs of shoes, cut out bras and glittery rubber ducks.

"This looks like the inside of Freddie's head," John murmured with a smirk while he took in the emporium of sheer madness.

You smiled and made a mental note to ask about his bandmates later. Walking up ahead, you laughed and picked up a cowboy hat "John," you called him and he looked over, stifling a laugh. "What do you think?" You dramatically accentuated your poses.

"You actually really suit that! You should get it!" You took it off and admired it before taking his advice. John found himself in a little gap filled with rails of clothes and picked up a very jazzy, sequinned, feathery bra. "Think this is too much?" He joked and you giggled.

"Matches your sparkling eyes..." you said without even thinking. Your mouth just blabbed the truth. John had a shy smile on his face while yours went bright red. "Um..." you nervously picked up something and held it in front of him "I think you'd look good in this shirt. Brings out your eyes." You mentally slapped yourself bringing up his beautiful eyes yet again within a matter of seconds.

"You got a thing for my eyes?" He teased but John was a giddy, nervous wreck now he knew that you liked his eyes. He'd use that to his advantage.

"I think we should pay and explore more of the city," you managed to speak out and after grabbing a few more things which included a pair of sunglasses and funky light up earrings, you paid and headed to more shops.

You and John found yourselves in a clothes shop that was deeply embracing the trends of the 70's along with a few traditional outfits. You snapped a few photos of the store and of the cheerful cashier who happily stuck his thumbs up when you snapped a picture. You thanked him and continued taking more photos, including one of John candidly looking through the rails. After picking up an armful of clothes each, you tried them on- some for a laugh and others because they were genuinely nice pieces. You emerged out of the changing booth, pulling back the orange velvet curtain and looked in the mirror in front of you. Then John emerged and you burst out laughing at what you were both wearing. "We look like Sonny and Cher!" You giggled and John stood next to you and scrutinised the immensely tacky outfits.

"I don't have a moustache!" He chuckled.

You reached across and pulled a strand of his long hair in front of his face, above his lip. "Now you do!" You laughed even louder.

John grabbed a piece and placed it over your lip. "So do you." He took it away and lightly gasped "It's still there!" Your jaw dropped but your mouth was curving upwards at his playful remark.

You lightly jabbed his side "Very funny." The cashier, who was laughing at the pair of you, pointed at your camera and then the two of you as if to ask 'Would you like your photo taken?' You nodded with a small smile and handed him the camera. He took two and handed it back. "Arigatō!" You bowed and he did the same. John looked at you with an amazed smile.

"You know Japanese?" He asked.

You shook your head and changed, still talking to him- the room was so small and the wall and curtains were thin enough for him to still hear you. "Only a little. 'Thanks' is pretty easy- I couldn't have a full blown conversation in the language." You changed into a traditional dress and stepped out, John was still admiring his choice of outfit that made him look like Sonny. "What do you think?" You asked and he looked at you via the mirror. His heart skipped a beat and his breath caught.

"You look beautiful in that..." he was dumbfounded by your beauty in such a traditional look.

You sheepishly smiled. "Arigatō..." you winked and then changed back into your own clothes, picking out a few bits that you liked and a jumper that your mum would love as well as the traditional dress. You both paid and headed to the next shop, snapping yet more photos, then another, and then another, then stopped off for some street food- a platter of sushi and gyoza's before heading to yet another shop and picking up a kimono each. "That was a very successful day shopping!" You entered the hotel with your arms full of bags.

"I think the term 'shop till you drop' is the definition of what we've done today!" John tiredly laughed. "God, I need a shower now! That was so fun!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," you managed to press the lift button. "Thanks for coming along with me. I had a great time and got lots of great photos!"

"Thanks for the invite." John sent you a warm smile. "Now it's my turn to return an invite- meet you at the bar later? Around seven?" He asked with a glimmer of hope in his eyes and nervous, twiddling fingers.

"Yeah!" You quickly agreed- perhaps a little too fast but that didn't bother John.

He got off at the floor below yours and headed to his room with a smile. He had never had so much fun in such few hours- especially shopping! It was like you had opened his eyes to a new and exciting world. Then it dawned on him that perhaps the company made a difference and was the influence of why he had such fun. Sure, he had been to the shops with past girlfriends but it was a chore to him. But shopping with you and your 'eyes wide open to everything and anything' view changed his initial perspective on going shopping with someone.

You put all your bags down in the corner of your room for now, you'd pack everything away at some point. You took out the camera and photos from the bag it was in and smiled at one- of many photos- of John. He was standing facing a sign that was in Japanese, the light from it bounced perfectly off his face and he looked ethereal- he was glowing. The shadows created perfectly highlighted his exquisite features. You were in awe.

Seven o'clock rolled around fast. John was at the bar first waiting for you with a untouched glass of Suntory beside him. He looked up at the right moment and saw you walk in wearing a lovely black dress with little flowers on it. "Thought I'd make an effort for rock royalty..." you spun on the spot.

John decided to joke with you. "That's an effort?" He widely grinned and you feigned offence with a smirk. "I'm only kidding! You know I'm joking!"

"You're ballsy, John Deacon!" You pointed as you sat next to him, then you saw the drink. "And you got my usual." You leaned forward and clinked your glass with his. "Am I that predictable after being in my company for just over a day?" You both looked over hearing an eruption of laughter. The group of Japanese businessmen who were there in the same spot as last night. "People drinking for days gone by, huh?" You smirked and motioned over to them. "They were here last night too. But then again, time don't mean a thing- especially when you're jet lagged." John hummed and nodded in agreement. "I wish I could sleep."

"Me too," John sighed and took a drink. "Maybe one night I'm here I'll be able to." You casually rested a hand on your cheek, keeping your attention on John. "That night feels like years away...." he laughed "But then again, time don't mean a thing." He repeated your words and the corner of your lip tugged upwards for a split second.

The group of men laughed again and you and John smiled "Sounds like they are having fun."

"I had fun today," John said before taking a sip of his drink "Most fun since I've been here really- our management were really pushing us last week in Kyoto. Wasn't very enjoyable, a lot of pressure." He sighed and played with the napkin under his glass.

Your eyebrows softened and you reached across and instinctively placed your hand on his forearm and he stopped toying with the napkin. The contact sent John's heart fluttering. "You know, maybe you should take a break from listening to what they tell you to do and start listening to yourself. You might actually live a little and feel better if you did." You suggested before taking a drink. "You're your own person John. No one can ever take that away from you." You smiled at him. John placed his hand on the top of yours, his thumb brushed over the back of your hand.

"I might just do that, Y/N."

You were looking at each other in silence for a few minutes and then the bartender- the same one from last night- disturbed you both. You had both learned his name, Harry, he asked if you'd like another round of drinks. "Last round for me," you looked to John "I hope you don't mind, I want to attempt to get some sleep tonight!"

John nodded with a grin "I'm on the same boat as you! I'll make an attempt to get some shut eye but I doubt I'll get much."

"The jet lag is still kicking the shit out of me so I'll be up most of the night too no doubt." You tiredly smiled "It really sucks." You thanked Harry with a silent smile and raised your glass at John who did the same. You both took your time on your last drink before parting ways for the night. "Thanks for a great day, John. I had an amazing time."

"Hope we can do it again...I'd really like it if we did." He bit on his lip and you shyly smiled while nodding your head. You were hoping he'd say that. "Hope you get some sleep."

"I hope you get some sleep too, John." You got off first. "Night. Sweet dreams." You waved and caught one final glimpse of him. Or so you thought.

John pressed his hand against the door to hold it open and popped his head out "And Y/N!" He called.

You turned around "Yes?"

He smiled, admiring the sight he knew was fortunate enough to be looking at. "You really didn't need to make the effort. You already look absolutely beautiful."

You bashfully smiled "Thank you." John forced himself back into the lift. The doors shut and he endured another floor in the lift listening to yet more piano music. You quickly changed into your pyjamas, turned off the room lights and tossed yourself onto the bed- not bothering to find what remote closed the curtains. You fell asleep with the glowing Tokyo lights in the background while thinking of John.

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Necessary Roughness

Pairing: Maxwell & Stephanie

Rating: Erotica.

We asked, you voted. The prompt: "You're going to regret that, sweetheart. The pairing I got was our favorite Beaumont's Stef and Max. A little naughty advice from fifty shades of Leo, we find these two love birds in some dominant territory.

This is from the CGW(CORDONIANS gone wild AU) a collaborative effort by @ao719 @speedyoperarascalparty @cocomaxley @riseandshinelittleblossom and myself.

Stephanie and Maxwell walked through the palace halls heading towards Alicia and Leo's quarters. Alicia was craving Lasagna,  with Pam, Genevieve, Liam and Anitah gone for a mental health conference. They invited Drake over, but he declined saying he wanted to go to the lake for a dew days and get some fishing in while Pam was away. Rashad was in the States for a few business meetings, and Stef and max gladly accepted.

“Are you going to completely ignore the conversation we had in the car Stef?”

“That was the plan, Max. When somebody is tired of talking about something, the tend to ignore it.” She rolled her eyes.

“But don't you think-” he was cut off by Stephanie knocking and Leo promptly opening the door.

“Hey guys, come in. Alicia has made entirely to much food, so I hope you're hungry.” He grinned as he moved aside, letting them in.

They sat down at the table, Alicia giving them salad to start followed by the Lasagna.  

“Man Tiger Lily, this is really good. Can I have some more?” Max danced in his seat. "You always want more." Stephanie mumbled to herself. Leo arched his brow at the two but kept quiet.

After a few jabs at each other finally Alicia spoke up. “Ok you two, you've been going at each other all night, what gives?”

“Its nothing.” Maxwell said quickly.

“Nothing? You seriously gonna say it's nothing?” Stephanie seethed. “Well, Maxwell is insisting-”

“Sex! It's about sex.” Maxwell hollered out causing Leo to choke on his drink. He took a minute to compose himself “If its a sex problem, maybe we can help.” Leo smirked resting his hand on Alicia's thigh. “yeah, you know one of us is pretty much a sex addict.” She giggled.

“One of you?” Stephanie snorted. “Bless your heart. I would definitely say Leo met his match with the sex drive.”

“its true, she's always ready. And we can't get enough of each other.” Leo smirked as he pulled Alicia in for a kiss.

“So what seems the be the issue?” Alicia Rolled her eyes at her husband.  

“Oh no real issue.” Stef pushed a piece of food across her plate. Alicia noticing Stephanie's hesitation to speak about what was bothering her.

“Stef, help me clear the table?”

Stephanie stood up and the two took the dishes to the sink.

“Ok, what gives?”

Stef let out a long sigh. “ I want him to change it up in the bedroom.”

“meaning?”

“Meaning I want him to be a little more dominant. Don't get me wrong, our sex life is amazing and all.” she chewed the inside of her mouth trying to find the right words.

“You want him to be a little more rough and controlling?” stephanie nodded.

Leo and Maxwell sat at the table, Maxwell mindlessly drumming his fingers.  “Ok man, spill. Whats going on?” Leo said pulling him from his thoughts. Max sat up in his seat. “You know you might just be the person to help me with this. You see, Stephanie asked me to choke her last night while we were in the middle of..” He trailed off.

“And you didn't?”

Max shook his head no. “I couldn't. She wants me to be a little more Dominant.”

“Ok breath play isn't a big deal Max. Just not to tight, and not to long. Wait a little before she climaxes to do it. Obviously if she's turning blue you're grip is to tight.” He chuckled.

“Also, put some authority in your voice when you're commanding her. Do not let her take any of the control unless you are telling her to, not asking. That's part of being dominant. And don't do it all the time. She is your wife and you will know when to play the card.” Maxwell sat there absorbing all of the information Leo continued to rattle off to him, nodding his head.

He was a little dominate in the bedroom already, but this was just the push he needed to rock his little rose buds world.

“Thanks Leo. I think I know just what I need to do.” Max stood abruptly “Stephanie, were going.” Stephanie glared at him “Maxwell, i was talking to-” “I said Now.” He barked. Stephanie stood in silence, stunned by her husbands sudden change. She grabbed her purse and said goodbye as Alicia and leo shared a knowing look.

They walked down the hall when Stephanie stopped abruptly “Maxwell,  that was rude. I was talking to Alicia and.” She was cut off by his lips meeting hers in a firey kiss. She placed her hands on his chest pushing him back. “Maxwell,  what the hell has gotten into you?”

He cocked his head to the side, his eyes dark with desire.  he licked his lips with anticipation as he grabbed her hand pulling her into a vacant room. “Clothes off, Now.” He demanded as he unfastened the buttons of his shirt, his eyes never leaving hers. She stood there stunned, she could feel the heat pooling in her wanting center. She didn't expect this from her normally carefree, go with the flow husband. “Don't make me rip them off red, clothes off, now.” He barked. She mindlessly pulled her shirt over her head and stepped out of her skirt, standing in only her bra and thong.

in a second maxwell was on her. His lips crashing against hers, their tongues tangling together like their lives depended on it. His fingers diligently worked to un fasten her bra, his lips leaving a fiery trail down her jaw to her neck, as they brushed across her now bare shoulder. He pushed her back against the wall, his lips making their way lower. “Max.” She breathed out as he left open mouthed kisses on both of her thighs. “Quiet. I didn't say you could speak.” He barked sending a jolt through her core, she whimpered out at the sensation he was goving her, and he hadn't touched her yet.

He lifted her leg, draping it over his shoulder. His fingers slipping between her wet folds. “mmmm that's so sexy. You like it when I touch you there. Hmm Rose bud.” He rasped out, a sudden flood of heat flooding to her core as he slipped two digits inside her wet center, his plush lips gently nipping and sucking her sensitive bundle. “Mmmmm fuck Max. Im gonna. Ooh fuuuuck.” She screamed as his long fingers pumped that perfect spot, a gush of her sweet nectar rushed out, he lapped up everything she gave him “Mmmm so delicious. You taste so sweet my Red. Wouldn't you agree?” he moaned as he lowered her leg and  slipped his fingers into her mouth. His eyes locked on hers as she sucked his fingers, releasing with a pop. A shiver rippled through him, his length desperate to escape its confines.

Something in her flipped she was craving him. She dropped to her knees, undoing his pants,letting them drop to the floor. She grasped the waistband of his boxers and yanked them down.  Her hand gripped his hard cock as she slowly pumped him a few times, her tongue swirling the tip teasing it a few times before parting her lips taking him in. He threw his head back, a deep guttural growl escaped his lips as his hands tangled in her strawberry locks. She bobbed her head, fast as she flicked her tongue against his length. “Fuck. Fuck rosebud. That feels. So. Ah. Fucking. God.” he moaned out as he watched himself disappear inside her mouth.

He wait a few minutes basking in the pure pleasure he was feeling “stef, stop baby. I'm not gonna last much longer,  I need to feel you.” he helped her up, his lips capturing hers as he lifted her up, carrying her to the bed and putting her down. His body hovering over hers he gripped his hard cock,  teasing her with his swollen tip. Stephanie bucked her hips into him, needing to feel the friction. “eh eh, red. Good things come to those who wait.”

“But. But Maxieeee.” she pouted he lifted a finger to silence her “Shhh. I didn't say you could talk did I?” he smirked as he pressed his hard length against her throbbing core, teasing her. “You're gonna regret that sweetheart.”

He gripped her hips slamming into her, Stephanie yelped at the sudden intrusion. “Do fucking tight, my rose bud. Always. So. Tight.” he bucked into her with force. He lifted her legs, letting them drape his shoulders. He gyrated his hips, Stephanie could feel her coil tightening as she gripped the sheets. “Fuck, Maxwell. Oh baby. Yes. Don't stop.” she moaned biting her lip.

“I won't stop until you're screaming my name. Come for me Red. Let me hear what I'm doing to you.” he picked up the pace, he pumped into her with fast, hard thrust. “Max, right there. God Yes. Oh fuck Maxwell.” she moaned as he slammed into her, his finger slipping between her legs, rubbing tight, fast circles against her clit, his free hand loosely around her throat. That was all it took.  “Yes, Yes. Max, fuck Yes maxwell. Oooooooooh Fuck!” She screamed as her coil snapped, she was seeing stars as she came completely undone, her juices fully coating his length. “Fffff fuck, stef.” His eyes rolled back in his head as he spilled himself inside her with a loud groan and a jerk, collapsing on the side of her.

They laid there catching their breath, both covered in a sheen of sweat. “Max, that was. I don't know what that was but it was-.”

“Hot?” He finished for her.

She nodded her head as nuzzled against him. “Ok, you win.” she sighed. He lifted his head arching his brow. “I win? You don't mean?”

“Yes Maxwell,  you can get the Emu. But it stays in Valtroia deal?”

“Deal.” Maxwell grinned as he leaned down kissing his wife.  “We should ah. Probably get going, i'm not really sure who's room this is and we kind of made a mess.”

The two dressed and quickly slipped out of the room and down the hall. They heard the clicking of a pair of heels stop and the sound of a door opening behind them. “What the hell? Who did this?” they heard the shriek of a woman come from behind them. “Uh oh.” Maxwell said as they rounded the corner. “What is it max?”

“I ah. Know whose room it was.” He let out a sheepish chuckle. Stephanie looked at him intrigued.  

“It was Madeleines.”

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Prison Break [ Prologue ]

Parining: Jungkook x Reader x Jimin

Genre: Drama,Angst, Smut (later on), Mafia!au

Word count: 2.1k

Summary:  He is the only man you ever loved,the one who fount you in the streets and gave you a home to call home but then 'he' came around and changed it all or did he ? 

~ A short story based off of turn of events  that landed you in the toughest co-ed prison along with you boyfriend of many years but a simple run in with a fellow inmate leads you to question your love for the only boy you ever loved.

Warning: Swearing, mention of murder and blood, lots of violence, mention of cheating, breaking the law,

A/N: I finally decided to release my work on here.Even thought I’m not the best author I still want to post my writings here. Enjoy one out of many to come soon! (im actually kind of nervous about posting these)

You were awakened by people yelling followed by a loud bang.

This was a typical morning for you. Guards walking down the down low lit aisle, dragging their batons across the rusted gates.

"Inmate 256 get the fuck up." One guard said, tapping his stick against the gates annoyingly. Dragging your lifeless body out of the old rusted twin size bunk bed, you stalk over towards the sink. It's a small plastic mirror hanging above the sink that leaked painfully slow.                                   'Welp, (y/n) another day in hell'

           'Welp, (y/n) another day in hell'  

You thought to yourself as you took a good look in the plastic blurred mirror. Blurry or not, you could tell you looked like shit. Eyes slightly swollen, now filled with nothingness, dull and lifeless just like you felt.

How did you end up in this shit hole?

It was all thanks to your best friend or your ex, who you knew pretty much your whole life, the king of the underground world. Getting stuck in this hell was more so your fault then his but if you could go back and change the past you would without a second thought.

You were just looking for some attention then lord and behold, he gave it to you along with everything and anything you wanted. No care in the world about his job and what it brought, just the love he had for you was beyond anything you have ever experienced.

You loved the thrill of it all. You loved to watch him rule over people and take the last ever breathe some of his victims could even take.

He is ruthless and didn't care what it might bring but with you...It was different.

He showered you with love and never spoke or treated you like he did with others. Never letting anyone lay a finger on you and always made sure you were safe, you were sure he was the only man you are willing to spend the rest of your life with.

Well up until that one single day.

Jungkook, your boyfriend, came home badly beaten and could barely walk straight.

This made your blood boil and you began to see red over. You’re normally cool and laid back and never the type to quickly get mad, unlike your boyfriend. You rather talk things out before acting unlike him. You were his peace maker on the side to make sure all his deal goes smoothly.

But when you saw him seriously injured you were ready to kill something. After all these years, you made a promise to yourself and Jungkook that you would never hurt anyone even if they deserved it or not.

When you were younger you watched your parents get brutally murder and  remember seeing life leave their once vivid eyes.

As you watched him wince while his wounds were being tended to by one of the maids, you got lost in thought...He was the only one you had left in this cold world and there was nothing that could convince you to change your mind.

Jungkook try calming you down by telling you he would handle it when he healed. But you were way too stubborn to listen.

You should have.

The person who got Jungkook looking like this... Like he got hit by a truck was rumored to have been a snake and was ratting people out. But not only that, people claimed that his men were pretty powerful.

You weren’t dumb or weak. Jungkook trained you well in fighting and knowledge of weapons. Even though he forbid you to ever use them simply because he felt like he would always be there to protect you.

You took matters into your own hands and went to go see about this “powerful dude”. In fact, he wasn't so powerful. You eventually took out most of his guards by yourself and proceed to attack the man before you.

As soon as you got the man weak and pinned down under you, you threw a few powerful jabs, making sure to damage his face just as much as, he made Jungkook look.

Your vision began to blur as you took a old rope into your hands, placing it around his neck. You watched as he struggled beneath you. Sound of your heart pounding in your ears as your blood rushed to your face.

The man eyes slowly fluttered closed as his body movements stopped but that didn't stop you from picking up the metal pole on the side.

With a quick motion, you swung the pole straight down into the man’s lifeless face.

"You fucking bastard!" you growled, as you swung the pole, causing the red stained liquid splash onto your face. You huff as you stared down at the body.

"Powerful my ass", you spat down at the man that threatened the only thing you had in life. You let your arms fall to the side as your head falls forward.

"(y/n) ! ...." your named bounce off the walls of the building, as you turned around to see Jungkook standing there. His panting sounded heavy like he ran all the way here.

You quickly stood up, dusting off your hands as your head still hung low.

"W-w-What d-did you do,? " he stuttered, voice filled with disappointment.

He places his finger under your chin, lifting it up to make you look at him. There was disappointment in his eyes. You couldn't stand that look he was giving, which made you turn away eyeing the ground that was covered in blood. You hadn't realize it till now everything seemed so blurry and red, and an eerie silence crept into the now empty warehouse.

"Fuck, look at your face..." he whisered as his fingers traced your jaw line. You winced from the pain. You probably look just as bad as he did.

"I told you not to do anything," this time he grabbed you r chin harshly making you yelp.

"Argh~h..." you groaned, quickly biting down on your bruised lip to muffle your painful cries.

"Look what you did!" he spat in your face, grabbing your hands and lifting them up in the air. They were covered in blood, even your sleeves soaked.

Your eyes glossed over, you held the tears back as a slow aching pain crept in the back of your throat. This was the first time you ever taken someone's life away and you knew Jungkook was against you ever using violence. You were supposed to be his little sweet princess.

"I...I..." you choked on your words as the tears started to fall down as soon as you opened your mouth.

Lost for words, you completely blacked out during it all and all you wanted to do was pay back for the one who you loved so badly.

"You fucked up big time, Princess...” he said slowly as he pulled you into him and hug you tight.”You shouldn't have come here, we are so screwed..." he said slowly in your ear. His voice cracked as you heard him sniffle a little bit.

You never seen Jungkook cry but why?

Why was he acting like this all just because you took away some guys life?? You have watched him plenty of times snatch away someone's life and not even blink an eye. This shouldn't be anything different from other times. The way Jungkook sniffled, as he hid his face in the curve of your neck holding back the tears , to the way he was shivering slightly sent your stomach churning and heart pounding.

Click click

You lifted your head from Jungkook chest to see the room filled with police officers all pointing guns at you two.

Your grip got tighter on him as he pulled you away slightly. His signature smirk plastered on his face but his eyes soften as you stared at you.

"It's all over Princess.... “He said as he wiped the dry stain tears from your face. You looked into his eyes for answers and for a second you saw the Jungkook you knew from childhood. His eyes went back and forth searcing for your eyes.

You let out a airy chuckle as your tears fell.

"I fucked up big time, huh Kookie?” He continued to wipe your tears as he chuckled softly.

“We fucked up babe," he says as he leaned in to peck your lips. The kiss was slow. He kissed you like it was your last. You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss as you sobbed even harder, his hand slowly stroked your cheek as his finger wiped away the tears.

‘If only you listened, you wouldn't be in this mess’ kept echoing in the back of your head.

You felt Jungkook being pulled away from you, knocking you back into reality. You watched as he fought with the police offices trying to make his way back to you but he was out numbered and was thrown to the ground.

You quickly ran over to him but police officers grabbed you and tossed you to the ground harshly.

"Fuck’

ar~gh!!"  you snarled as your chest meet with the payment almost knocking the wind out of you.

You could hear Jungkook screaming at the top of his lungs to let you go and to only take him. On the other hand, you cried even harder and screamed for them to let him go and only take you.

You both looked like crazy fools. Willing to take the dirt for all of this.

Two childhood friends in love.

Once the police got both of you out of the building, they placed of you into different unit cars. But before they closed the door you heard Jungkook yell something.

"(Y/n)! DONT FORGET ME!  "

You chuckle loudly, you probably look like a lunatic, well Jungkook did bring you the darkest of you and you loved every bit of it.

“I LOVE YOU KOOKIE! RIDE OR DIE?! “You screamed back along with him.

“RIDE! SEE YOU IN HELL PRINCESS!”

You smiled softly at his playful side as the guards pushed him in the car and slammed the door.

Another guard came and did the same to you, you laughed bitterly as the tears slowly rolled down your face. You glanced out the window to see Jungkook already staring at you.

His tears trickled down his face mimic yours as he smiled brightly at you showing off his bunny like teeth causing to you to laugh even harder.

You guys where in the back of police cars finally being caught after all the years of doing dirty work and him smiling at you sweetly as he cried.

Who would have thought this day would come, surely neither you nor Jungkook. Everything was going so smoothly since Jungkook took over the family business and here you were fucking up everything he word hard for because you could control your emotions.

Jungkook pressed his hand cuffed hands on the glass as you did the same.

"I'm sorry," he mouthed as his smiled disappeared.

You shook your head as tears burned your eyes that finally came to a stop. You placed your cuffed hands on the window just as he did.

“No , I'm sorry for everything” you mouthed back.

He pressed his forehead against the window and let his head fall forward. You could tell he was crying hard by the way his shoulders moved.

You couldn't watch him. All this because you didn't listen to him. You knew he was hurt seeing his precious girlfriend take away someone’s life and being caught up in his mess. He never wanted it to happen this way and that being the reason why he kept you wrapped away from danger.

And just like that you threw all his hard work away. But you didn't care about any of that, you got back at the person who could have taken Jungkook away from you for good.

You let a small smile creep up on your face as you glance back out the window. Once again your meet with Jungkook looking directly at you.

You were no longer crying and you show him the biggest smile ever.

“Ride or die baby.... I love you”, you mouth at him who looked confused. You blew him a kiss, as your police car pulled off.

Something in you clicked and changed you forever and Jungkook could see the difference as you mimic his signature smirk.

You turned around in your seat to watch him as you pulled off. He was mouthing something back but you couldn't see it. All you could do is wave the best you can and blow him kisses as you disappear out of sight.