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imtouchestarved · 6 months

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Chapter eleven

There were a few moments left for the sun to leave while coloring the sky with breathtaking colors. Kyojuro put on his demon slayer uniform. he belted his nichirin sword to his waist, its sheath peacefully resting on his hip. "So you're leaving today, huh?" He turned around to see (Y/n) sitting on the bed, wearing her uniform as well. How did she get here, who knows?

He nodded and smiled, "Correct, I've been called on a mission!" He lifted up a finger as he explained. "Well then, I wish you luck." She carefully stood up and headed towards the door while holding her arms behind her back.

"What about you? Are you going to stay here until your next mission?" He suddenly asked, trying to keep up the conversation. She turned her head as she held the door frame, "Ah, no." She shook her head, "Since I've fully recovered, I'll head home. There's no reason for me to stay here," She replied.

"I see.." he studied her gaze carefully. She looked.. depressed. "What is that look?" He asked as he shifted closer to her, and she suddenly looked tense. "What do you mean?" She backed off a little when he shoved his face into her direction. "You look disturbed! Tell me, what's weighing your mind?" He demanded.

(Y/n) grinned nervously while stroking a piece of hair with her fingers, "Oh, I guess I'm just a little depressed since you're leaving. That's all," She said. Kyojuro nodded and backed off, "Don't worry, I'll write a lot! And after it is done, I'll come see you." The last gold sun rays peeked through the window, shining on his face, making him look magnificent as he made a promise.

She just stared at him at a loss for words, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with emotion she couldn't quite understand.

With much hesitation, he slowly reached out his hand and cupped her cheek as he moved some hair strands that fell on her face with his thumb. She melted into his touch, placing her hand on his, signaling him to keep it there. The corners of her lips formed a small smile that spread across her face. "I'll be back," he whispered as he took her other hand and kissed it so ever gently. His lips were warm and soft, making her body beg for more. That small gesture made (Y/n) knees wobble and her breath to become heavier. 'Stupid heart, calm down,' she thought as she pursed her lips together.

She managed to nod slowly, and kyojuro went to his way, leaving her struggling to breathe as she gripped her uniform in the area of her heart. 'Calm down, calm down!' She yelled at herself.

...

As she walked in the empty halls of the mansion, heading towards the exit, she suddenly had the aurge to thank the girls who took care of her for their hospitality.

She searched for them and found them all in the kitchen, "(L/n)-san! Are you here for a snack? Let me make something for you." Aoi said as she stirred a pot with half cooked rice. (Y/n) quickly shook her head, "No, no. I'm just here to deliver my thank you for taking care of me." She bowed slightly, "thank you all for your hospitality."

There was a brief silence, then the triples started to weep, "(L/n)- chan you're leaving..??" Naho asked, the other two looked at her for a reply. She nodded her head heavily, feeling bad. "When are you coming back?" Sumi asked as she wiped some tears from her eyes, "Well, I'm not sure.. I'll try to visit, though. You did so much for me it's the least I could do."

Aoi suddenly interrupted the conversation, "No, you should focus on doing your duties as a hashira. You must have no time for visiting.. It's okay, you can go. Just remember, when you need someone to patch you up, we're always here." She grinned and went back to the rice.

(Y/n), touched, bowed one again, and went to her way.

...

"I'm home," she said as she took off her shoes. Her mother rushed to her, wrapping her arms around her in a tight embrace. "I've heard everything, oh my baby.. I'm sorry I couldn't visit. I'm just glad you're okay." She tightened her arms even more.

(Y/n) patted her on her back, melting into her mother's embrace as she sighed with joy. "I'm sorry for worrying you. I'm staying home for a while, so tell me if you need help with anything." She pulled away from the hug. Her mother looked at her with affection, "you seem different," she said as she brushed (Y/n)'s scalp slightly.

She tilted her head, "Do I?" She giggled. "Why aren't you on a mission?" They both suddenly heard. (Y/n)'s father stood a few meters from them, crossing his arm as his face wore its usual sour expression. She backed off from her mother and bowed slightly, keeping her head down as she explained. "Although I have fully recovered, my master saw the right to request that I'll have some time off to rest since I've been overworking." She tried to speak clearly, but her voice trembled a bit.

He walked over to her, "Then why aren't you at least training? Are you going to spend all your time doing nothing?!" His raised his voice, visibly annoyed. (Y/n) lifted up her head to look him in the eye. He looked terrifying. Her father was a big man, tall, wide, and buff. Him looking scary is natural.

"..Father, i just arrived. You expect me to drop everything and-" she stopped mid sentence when he gave her an ear-ringing slap, making her stumble and put her hand on her now bruised cheek. "How dare you talk back to me, I made you reach that far!!" He raised his voice even more.

He then lifted his hand to hit her once more. She frowned, and something snapped inside of her. How dare he hit her? Who does he think he is? She caught his hand that was a few centimeters from her face, "Don't raise your hand on me ever again." She said, her voice low and intense.

She let go of his hand, and he opened his mouth to respond, but she immediately shut him up. "Don't even say anything. I was on the verge of DEATH, I barely survived, oh and dont even let me mention the amount of insufferable pain i have endured while recovering. And you dare to hit me? You dare to raise your voice at me? I am the one providing you and mother. I'm the one who's working nonstop, rarely resting. Just for you to frown and be disappointed in me. Do you think I wanted to be a demon slayer? Do you think I wanted to become a hashira?" She stopped to breathe as she placed an accusing finger on his chest. "I never had such desire, but I never had a choice. You didn't even let me choose." Tears started streaming down her face as she tried to wipe them unsuccessfully. "You just decided that I would be the person you couldn't."

She gave him one last look so he could see her pain, then walked off. Her mother calling her name as she tried to keep up with her.

She went to her room and closed the door shut. She finally said them..the words she so desperately longed for him to hear.

But it didn't feel good nor relieving. Her chest just felt so tight that she could hardly breathe. She hugged herself as she sat against the door and let silent weeps escape her mouth.

"Kyo.." she whispered in between her soft sobs, "Please return soon.."

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lunyrbug · 2 years

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bts oneshot lolz || drip...drip...spill || jinkook

summary: everyone takes from jungkook, and he slowly drips. he finally cracks and his emotions spill.

warnings: talk of being used/taken advantage of, depictions of a breakdown.

characters: student council member jungkook, upperclassman seokjin

note: there are no romantic ships involved if that's what you're here for.

"aye jungkook, do you have the papers for the study guide we have to make?" taehyung asked, running toward him frantically.

"didn't you say you had it down in class? it's due tomorrow, taehyung!" jungkook sighed.

"c'mon, do it for your hyung, your friend!"

he always said that. and jungkook always obliged.

drip...drip.

"do you have the sheet music? i forgot my book," hoseok looked at his stand mate.

"...but it's both our responsibilities, hobi-hyung!" jungkook whispered. "you can't feed off of me, you said you forgot on monday, too."

"but i genuinely forgot, i was in a rush because i have dance every morning! pleaseee~?"

he just has a bad memory, right?

drip...drip.

namjoon turned to jungkook. "you have the sheet i asked for, right?"

jungkook was too focused to answer. he kept typing.

"secretary jeon! oi!" namjoon poked his arm. jungkook sighed, rolling his eyes.

"what now?" jungkook spoke a bit harsher than intended. he looked at namjoon's face. he had his puppy dog eyes on display. "don't give me that look, you're the prez here! why can't you write it?"

namjoon started his sob-story. his sister and him having to work evenings and barely scraping by. none of it was true. not a word. his family was wealthy. he had his life laid out for him on a golden brick road to absolutely fucking nowhere.

jungkook shook his head. "you get a free period on fridays and spend it talking to seokjin-sunbaenim. but fine..."

too busy, huh?

drip...drip...drip.

he had so much piled on him and he kept on going through his week. everything was going well when suddenly, jimin and yoongi ran over.

"we have a project due friday, here's the list of stuff we need. 3-D print it for us?" jimin asked, smiling sweetly. jungkook hated that smile sometimes. jungkook snatched the paper, visibly frustrated.

"friday?! it'll take days to print this at the least! even on a fast run. can't you make it out of clay?" he groaned.

"stop whining, we've done so much for you, we're your best friends, right jungkook? can't you just do us a favor this once?" yoongi begged, hands clasped together. he pouted. "jeon junggukkie, please?"

jungkook frowned. "i'll see what i can do..." he muttered, shoving the list in his bag. "see you friday." he walked away, leaving the boys to celebrate.

what happened to DIY? wasn't that previous favor the last one?

trickle...drip...drip.

Friday rolled around and the second he stepped into school, he was surrounded by the boys.

"our performance, kook!"

"the paper, kook!"

"the project, kookie!"

"the study guide, jeon!" drip...drip...S H A T T E R!

jungkook couldn't take it anymore. he just couldn't. he let out a scream, covering his ears. "I CAN'T HANDLE ALL THIS!" the group around him froze, watching him hug himself and crouch onto the floor. "I CAN'T, I CAN'T! NO DAMN FAVORS NO NOTHING! DO IT YOURSELF! AND LIKE IT BECAUSE I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING ERRAND BOY!" jungkook exclaimed, shoving them all away.

everyone backed up, accepting that they were going to fail. just when they started screaming at him again, he took off his backpack and threw it at them. they all walked away, leaving him alone. he swayed back and forth, crying into his knees. he suddenly felt a hand patting his back. "before you ask, no." he said, not looking up.

seokjin was taken aback, "it's not for a favor, i came 'cuz you kinda made a scene there. are you okay?"

kook tried to explain and started crying again. "all they did was use me...for good grades. and to rise more..."

"woah don't cry, it's okay! what's good is that they won't anymore. i was just like you, jungkook. people stepped all over me, even my handsome face." jin sighed. "and you see how i take no shit now."

"so what'd you do?"

"what you did, basically. i couldn't take it anymore and snapped. cut them all off. did what i wanted on my own time. but it took ages to get this far. and i know with time you'll be like me, a free person." jin said, patting jungkooks head. "aish, but you do have to get to class, hm? i'll walk you there since all i have right now is band."

jungkook nodded. "be my own...person." he hummed. "i don't want to go to class, all my assignments are turned in. can't i come with you?"

"no, kookie, i'm proud of you for speaking for yourself but you need to learn. like i do." jin said, bringing him to class. "if anyone asks, you were in the counselor's."

jungkook waved the older man away. he was going to be his own person now.

...with help from jin hyung of course.

fin.

word count: 757 yes i have writers block for runaways, so sue me

#bts fic #jungkook #seokjinnie #-lunyrbug #bug writes a oneshot #god save me from writers block #i don't even believe in a god #BTS fanfic #bangtan #cross posted on wattpad #bts namjoon #hobi #jimin #jin #min suga genius #kim taehyung

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kiranogareru · 3 years

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STAR GAZING

WARNING: Language, but this is all fluffyyyy

A/N: I present to you, my first requested work. Dedicated to @mysticmaee I apologize for taking so long, I hope this meets your expectations. Enjoy and again I'm so so sorry it took me so long

Y/n and Bakugou -as much as he refuses to admit it- have been pretty good friends for a while and they recently started dating

Katsuki is well aware of the fact that he isn't all that good at this whole relationship thing!

He knows how a relationship is supposed to be like, he's read all those things about them in novels before and even though they appeared unrealistically perfect to him, Bakugou couldn't help but compare himself and feel inferior to those fictional men and their romancing abilities!

He has observed how well Y/N seems to be fitting the role of a girlfriend and has taken mental notes of the way she always shows him how she feels, whether that's through words or affectionate little gestures, such as simply holding his hand!

Bakugou has never really been the type for physical contact, one could even say he is quite touch starved in all honesty, which makes him a little bit timid to show her his appreciation that way, since it makes him feel uncomfortable and it gives him this weird fluttery feeling inside

The blonde thinks back to the short time they have shared as a couple and how sweet Y/n has been to him, even before, when they were just friends and he insisted on pushing her away!

Bakugou is suddenly left dumbstruck, when he comes to realize that he never even asked her out properly! She just kind of blurted out her feelings and he simply claimed her as his..and by his, he means his one weakness, but of course it goes without saying that he would never reveal that!

He then decides that he wants to try harder. He knows he can do better 'I can be the best boyfriend she's ever had, I'll be her number one!' he tells himself

'She put so much effort into approaching me and I know I made it even more difficult -I can't help it, that's just how I am- but the least I can do is put in just as much effort, it's only fair!'

He doesn't want to be a shitty boyfriend, because for 1 he knows that's not what she deserves and 2 he's the best, he's not one of those stupid extras, who would let her slip right through their fingers!

'It's time I finally lowered my defenses' he thinks, although he's still hesitant of showing his softer side and unsure of what that can possibly lead to

Katsuki walks in silence as he rakes his brain for a way to make it up to Y/n for the way he's been so far.

It's not like he's treating her bad or anything, as a matter of fact he is at his calmest when he's around her and all he does is admire the way her beautiful e/c eyes sparkle when she's focused on something she enjoys, or how her face lights up when she's happy, or he revels in the taste of her lips against his own whenever they share an unexpected kiss!

This warm feeling spreads throughout his chest and blood rushes to his cheeks, tinting them with a shade of pink, at the thought of the memories!

That's when it hits him and the perfect idea pops up in his head. If he's learnt anything from romance novels, it's the fact that every relationship starts with a date!

And that's something they haven't done yet, which gives Katsuki the opportunity to change that!

"Katsu?" Y/n stops in her tracks, making him break out of his trance and do the same

"You zoned out, is everything ok?" She asks with a soft smile, placing a hand on his cheek

"Tch, everything's fine dumbass, I'm just thinking" Bakugou returns the smile, resting his hand at the back of her neck, gently pulling her head closer and leaning in to leave a chaste kiss on her forhead

Y/n is left speechless and her cheeks burn up at the sudden action, Bakugou doesn't usually behave this way, especially not in public!

'I don't know what he's been thinking about, but I'm pretty sure it has something to do with this adorable change' She ponders

Y/n is quick to wrap her arms around him and bury her face in his chest, inhaling the scent of burnt caramel and cologne -something that she's grown so accustomed to, that it now brings her comfort

Bakugou's eyes widen in surprise and he lets out a breath as he relaxes, bringing one hand to her head as his other one makes it's way to her back to hold her close

They stand there in each other's embrace for a bit, before they decide to continue their walk to the dorms, hand in hand

•••

Once they reach the dorms, they catch the attention of a few of their classmates and friends. It's only logical though, since a smiling Bakugou Katsuki is not a sight one could easily miss!

The rest of the day goes by pretty quick as usual, since everyone is studying either alone or in groups, but once that's out of the way most of the students normally spend their free time by engaging in their hobbies of choice

While Y/n is hanging out with Jirou in the purple haired girl's room, singing and having a good time, Bakugou takes that chance to go to the kitchen and set his plan in motion

He has all the time he needs to prepare a few things for later

While the ruby eyed boy is in the middle of cooking, Sero walks into the kitchen, Kaminari following close behind him

"Kacchan?!" Kaminari exclaims in surprise

"Hm?" Katsuki turns around and realizes he has an audience

"How come you're cooking today?" Sero questions in confusion

It's not uncommon for the explosive boy to cook for his classmates, but he had done so just a few days ago already, that's what didn't sit right with Sero

"All of you extras cook like shit, tonight we're having some actual food!" Bakugou's voice remains low in volume, but his usual aggression is evident in his tone

"It smells amazing, what is it?" Sero technically drooling as he walks over to check

"I bet it's something spicy!" Kaminari declares, knowing his friend's taste

"Damn right Dunce Face! Let's hope you idiots can handle it this time! Tch" Bakugou tries to mask the smile forming on his face with his signature, cocky, smirk

"Kaminari.." Sero gives the electric blonde a look

"I know right!" Kaminari laughs, returning the look

"What are you idiots on about?" Bakugou raises an eyebrow

•••

As soon as the table is set and dinner is served, the students pick up on something unusual

"Hm? Where did Bakubro go?" Kirishima points out, while looking around the room

Kaminari and Sero stand back to back with a hand on their chin and wearing a knowing expression of confidence on their faces! The sparkles surrounding them are technically visible at this point

"What do you know? Spill the tea!" Mina interrogates with a pointed look

"Has anyone seen Y/n? I thought I saw her come downstairs earlier.." Jirou asks, seemingly popping up out of nowhere

"They are probably fu-" Sero wraps Mineta up using his tape with an unbothered face

"Shut up you nasty grape!" He scolds "They are on a date! We are sure of it!" He continues pridefully

"Who knew Bakugou could be so good with the ladies, right!" Kaminari comments, almost in disbelief

Meanwhile Y/n is comfortably sitting on a blanket behind the dorms with Bakugou. The night air feels cool on her skin, but not cold enough to give her goosebumps. It is rather refreshing if anything

They place their now empty dishes on the tray that's sitting in front of them and Bakugou pushes it aside

"That was delicious!" A look of content spreading on her features

"Hm, of course it was!" He cocky voice sounds. A winning smile playing on his lips

"Katsuki, this is so sweet..thank you" Y/n softly speaks, tilting Bakugou's head slightly with a hand on his cheek and leaving a feather-like kiss on the other

"You don't need to thank me dumbass..you deserve it!" His tone calm and loving

Bakugou lifts his hand and places it over her smaller one that is resting on his face

They lie down on the blanket, eyes staring at the wide night sky, littered with sparkling gems

"That one reminds me of you!" The excitement clear in her voice as she points at the sky

"How can a star remind you of me dumbass?" His laughs in amusement

"The way it shines looks like an explosion, it's powerful and beautiful!" Her explanation flusters the blonde momentarily, but he gathers himself and starts looking for the perfect star

"That one right there is you then!" He gestures towards it

"Is it now? How can a star remind you of me eh?" She teases

"It stands out, it's so bright and has such a stong presence!"

"Katsu..you idiot" She murmurs feeling bashful

"Huh who are you calling an idiot, idiot?"

Y/n intertwines her hand with his and Bakugou tenses up!

He still isn't used to the gentle gesture, since he has always perceived his hands as weapons, however as he eases into it he starts rubbing small circles on the back of her hand with his thumb

"This side of you is so soothing, so intoxicating~" She smiles before continuing

"I'm so lucky to be the one who gets to see you so peaceful..Dynamite" He is caught off guard by the mention of his hero name, which only she knows this far

The first reaction that comes to his mind is to kiss her and his body acts just as fast, pulling both her and himself to sit up and doing exactly that

His lips connect to hers in an uncharacteristically slow and passionate kiss! It is as if Bakugou is pouring everything that he can't put into words in this kiss!

He pulls away with his confidence restored

"Do you want to be mine?"

"I'm my own person idiot and we're already dating!" She laughs, knowing what he meant, but wanting to mess with him regardless

"I know that dumbass! You think I would date some sort of weakling?" He asks matter-of-factly

"I'm already yours and you're all mine!" She boasts

"Damn right!" Bakugou cups her face in one hand, tilting it upwards and leaning down slightly to capture her lips with his once more

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astro-rain · 3 years

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delicate; b.barnes

chapter nineteen - “tomorrow”

delicate masterlist

word count: 2.8k

synopsis: reader is faced with a very distressing ultimatum and has to deal with the consequences.

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

authors note: omg pls listen to “water under the bridge” by adele after reading this it’s fits so well

Muted. She felt muted - but not necessarily in a bad way. Everything in her was dialed down and dulled. Over the last couple days, Y/N had toned down her emotions, feeling less. Call it a coping skill. Call it a stress response. Whatever. It wasn't like she was sad about it. In a way, in was comforting - not having some overwhelming internal angst.

It had been a week since that fight she and Bucky got into. The mature part of her was telling her to find him and talk it out like the adults they were. But here's the thing. Over time, before they even had the fight, the number of therapy sessions they were having was less frequent as his treatment was improving. The sessions were more intermittent now, and there wasn't one scheduled for a while. Until then, she felt no desire to talk to him.

Was she mad? Sad? She wasn't sure. She just avoided thinking of things that caused her a considerable amount of distress. At this particular moment in time, Bucky was one of those things. Ergo, she made a constant effort to ignore all thoughts of him.

Though, she somehow couldn't entirely ignore the ever present lack of... Bucky. She had gotten so used to having him close by, used to having someone to talk to, laugh with. His proximity had become a constant. A comfort. She refused to admit to herself that silence didn't feel like silence anymore; it just felt like the absence of his voice.

She found she needed to keep herself busy.

Bucky handled it a bit differently. He had lots of intense emotions but he didn't mute them, per say. He didn't ignore them. He felt them, he definitely felt them. He just kept them bottled up inside and talked about it to no one. It was a very strange change of routine. Whenever he had some sort of emotional turmoil, he would always go to her - therapy session or not - to vent, rant, ask for advice, or just talk through a stream of consciousness. Now he just had to sit with it.

He spent most of his time alone. He missed her.

"Hey Shuri," Y/N greeted as she entered the princess' lab.

"Hello," Shuri smiled. "Come sit."

This wasn't a routine visit. Shuri mentioned wanting to talk about something else this time. Something important. She was reminded of this when she walked in to find two Doras sitting with Shuri at a lab table.

"So," Shuri started, "The trigger word experiment. We're here to discuss safety and security."

Shit. That awful thing. It had slipped her mind these past couple days.

"Alright. What are we thinkin'?"

"Well, the Doras don't think it would be necessary to have two of them there with you, but if you would feel safer with two, then that's fine as well."

"I think one is fine. I trust your judgment," Y/N nodded to the Doras.

And I'm not afraid of Bucky, she thought but didn't say.

"We also have a special location to run the experiment," one of the Doras, Ayo, added. "Away from people and secluded in the case of an emergency."

"Okay. That sounds good."

"We understand Barnes is now equipped with the vibranium arm, yes?" Shuri asked.

"Yes, he is."

"Then you need to know something for the experiment."

Y/N's brows furrowed, confused. Was she missing something?

"There's sort of a fail safe built into the arm," Shuri began.

Fail safe?

"There are a series of pressure points when, if hit correctly, will disengage the arm. It will just drop to the ground. So if anything were to happen-"

"I'm sorry, what?"

The expression on Shuri's face changed immediately when she heard her partner's tone. Y/N looked bewildered and almost in disbelief.

"It's there as a precaution in case Barnes needs to be put in check."

Suddenly, every emotion she had been "muting" rushed back into her head. Every feeling for Bucky returned, as well as her compulsion to protect him.

"Building that into the arm shows a complete lack of trust."

"You know what HYDRA did. It's unpredictable, and I'm sorry but we just can't be sure."

"We need to be careful with this so it doesn't blow up in our faces," Ayo said.

"I understand having that precaution for this test, I do. But it isn't just this test. Given it was successful and everything worked out, he was supposed to keep the arm. Right?"

"Right."

"So we fix the HYDRA programming and he's free, but leave the 'fail safe' in so after all of this, he still has someone in control of him."

"The arm is a gift," Ayo stated. "He should be happy he has it at all."

"I understand that, and believe me, he is so grateful. But a gift is for someone else to keep and use as their own. How are we supposed to help him and work with him for months, building trust and aiding him in healing to just tarnish all of that with deception?"

"It's what's best for the protection of all."

"Even after the experiment if it's successful?" Y/N cried in disbelief. "I should say when it's successful. Shuri, I've been seeing his progress for months and working with you on his neurobiology data. Can't you tell how much skill has been put into this? It's us. It's going to work."

"Even still."

"I can't stand for that. I would understand if it was just for this test, but after? We haven't come this far just to not trust our own work and Bucky's deprogramming. He deserves to have someone on his side."

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but it's already been done. The arm is already built and being used."

"This is the plan," Ayo declared. "Either you are on board, or you are free to leave Wakanda. We can fly you out as soon as tomorrow morning."

"I can't knowingly be a part of this. It's wrong."

"As I said. Free to leave."

She refused to be a willing participant in perpetuating the loss of Bucky's autonomy. He's been through enough, had enough taken from him. She would not play a single role in taking more away.

"I guess I have to go then," she said, standing from her chair.

She couldn't believe the words coming from her own mouth.

Shuri sighed. "That's very unfortunate, my partner. I'm sorry we couldn't agree on this."

"I am, too. But please. Please consider what this will do to him. It's like saying 'even though we've all been working with you, we don't actually believe that you're not still a weapon.' What is he supposed to think of that?"

"Barnes isn't going to have to think anything about it..."

"...because he isn't going to know," Ayo finished the thought.

"No..."

"It's the way it has to be."

"No it's not."

"Y/N..."

She took a couple steps back, preparing to leave the room. "No, I'm sorry. I can't. He needs to know. I'm going to have to tell him."

"I'd advise against it if you care about your job," called an unfamiliar voice.

Y/N turned to the other Dora, whom she didn't know.

"What?"

"What would your employers think if they knew their doctor had certain... inappropriate relations with a patient? And a very infamous one at that."

She froze, face burning. Her stomach dropped and her breathing stopped dead.

Did they-? Who else-? How did they-? What did they-?

She couldn't form a single coherent thought.

"You are more than free to leave quietly, without any worries" said the Dora, "but if Barnes knows about this, you can be sure that the rest of the world will know about you and your... relations."

It was then when she could feel almost every piece of her world come crashing down. She could feel every test she took, every research project she was a part of, every hour she spent studying for the career that took years to build. The thing she was most proud in this world, the part of herself she most loved. She felt the job she loved and all the things she had learned and accomplished begin to crumble around her.

This career... it was her life. It was her passion. It was all she had. Now she was in immediate danger of losing it. All she could process was fear; she shut down.

Finally, she managed words.

"Okay," she conceded, her defeated voice barely above a whisper. "I'll go... quietly. I'm sorry."

With that, she turned around and took the remaining steps out of the now silent room.

- - -

When she was in the hallway, she felt like she was dying. The guilt was overwhelming. How could she betray him like this? She tried to fight for Bucky to get the truth and now she has to hide it from him and leave him. She has to lie to him.

Y/N was still in shock, completely immersed in her own fear. It felt as if she wasn't in her body. She knew she was moving - walking down the hallway. But her body was just on autopilot; she was gone.

She couldn't tell if she was crying but she could feel a twinging in her eyes and a burning in her nose. She was also hardly breathing so if she was crying, it was nearly silent.

In a faraway echo, she thought she heard her own footsteps. She wasn't sure where they were taking her, but she wasn't sure if she cared.

She walked, and she kept on walking for a long time. She could feel the ache in her feet once she sat down in front of the water. She hadn't planned to go to the waterfall - that waterfall... their waterfall. It just sort of happened. Perhaps it was a long enough distance away to feel safe.

She finally let herself think for a moment.

What the fuck had just happened? Her exact fears had come to be. Somehow, someone saw or figured out her and Bucky. It felt worse than she thought it would. Exposed. Embarrassed. Guilty. Humiliated. Distressed.

It was numbing. So numbing that she stared at the little pool and let the white noise of the waterfall clog her ears until she was able to lose track of time.

She had no idea how long it had been when he approached her.

"Y/N!" Bucky's voice called as he jogged over after catching sight of her. "I've been looking for you! Can we please talk?"

His voice snapped her out of it, but her gaze remained fixed on the water in front of her. She wasn't sure what to do, how to engage with him; she froze.

When she didn't even turn her head, Bucky guessed she was still upset with him. He didn't want to be a bother, but he needed to talk to her. He sat down right next to her.

"Okay..." he started, carefully. "I know things aren't great between us right now, but-"

She turned her head to him and the words died in his throat when he saw her face: bloodshot, puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. He forgot whatever he was going to say, cupping both sides of her face.

"Oh my god, what happened!? A-Are you alright?"

The cool metal of his hand on her cheek made her want to scream, reminding her of what she could not tell him. Reminding her of the searing guilt. Trembling hands reached up to touch his arms. And then he saw the quiver in her lip.

"Oh, honey," he cooed, worried. "Hey... Hey, talk to me. Talk to me, what's wrong?"

He was so concerned and so sweet even after they had a huge blowout. If possible, it made her feel even worse. She didn't deserve his kindness anymore. She just stared into him with the saddest eyes he'd ever seen.

Bucky had never seen her like this and he was scared. Was it because of him and their fight? He supposed so. What else could it have been?

"I'm so sorry, please don't cry," he caressed the back of her head with one hand. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean any of what I said, I was just mad. You were right. I feel awful, I had no idea it upset you this much."

Their fight was the very last thing on her mind. Looking back on it, it seemed like such a trivial thing compared to now. But he thought this was his fault. She wanted to break into a million tiny pieces and let the wind blow her away.

She shook her head. "Bucky, no. It's not that. It's not you."

He looked so confused. She felt so bad.

"Then what... what's wrong?"

"I'm leaving."

Bucky leaned back, perplexed, and his hands slid down to rest on her forearms. "Leaving? You're leaving Wakanda?"

She nodded. "I'm sorry."

"No, no, hey- You don't have to leave. We can figure something out. We were too risky, you were right. I understand that now. We don't have to do that anymore. We can make sure that we're always completely in private from here on out."

She shook her head, staring down at the grass below her. "I'm sorry, I can't... I can't do that. I have to leave."

She could barely look him in the face.

"You don't, it's okay," he implored. "I know it worried you, but it really only was Steve. And I know, I know it could have been anyone and I get that. I thought about it, and I get it. We don't ever have to... sleep together... again. We won't be distracted, and-and we'll be careful."

She clenched her eyes shut, trying not to let her burning eyes release more tears. It didn't work.

"Bucky..."

"Baby doll please," his voice cracked while he tipped her chin up to meet her eyes again. "We can just-... we can just go back to the way it was before. In the very beginning. We can- we'll only see each other in sessions, we don't-... No more lake trips or all-nighters or anything just-"

He sharply inhaled, beginning to ramble as his breath became unsteady.

His voice shook just slightly. "You can barely even talk to me if you don't want to- just please don't go..."

She thought a part of her cracked and died at that moment. She sprung forward and held him as tight as she could. Instinctively one of Bucky's arms was around her back and the other cradled the back of her head.

She thought maybe if she held tight enough, she could keep them together and she wouldn't have to leave him there alone. Of course he would be fine, but he would spend the rest of his time feeling like it was his fault that she had gone.

She couldn't let him think this was his fault.

"Buck, I don't wanna leave you. But I have to do what's best for the both of us. You'll be just fine without me. I promise."

He didn't think so.

"I'm putting your treatment and my career in jeopardy if I stay," she continued. "I just don't want anything bad to happen to either of us. I'm sorry if you hate this and I'm sorry if you hate me for doing it."

He mumbled something in the crook of her neck, but she couldn't hear it. She pulled back from the embrace.

"What?"

"I could never hate you."

Despite the fact that she was so internally distraught, despite what happened with Shuri and the Doras, with having to tell Bucky she was going to leave him, with having to watch him beg her to stay, despite the extreme dread and guilt within her, she still looked at him and felt so much love.

She was doing the very thing he feared and all he could do was care for her.

"God, I'm gonna miss you," she breathed before grasping his jaw, and pulling his head to hers.

Bucky tasted salt and he couldn't tell if it was his or her tears mixing into their lips.

As much as he wanted her to stay, he could sense how serious she was about this. He wouldn't be able to convince her to stay even if he tried. And he already did.

He could only soak up as much of her as he could before she left, and be with her until she had to go. He had no idea how much time he had. Wait-

"When are you leaving?" he broke the kiss as soon as the thought arose.

She was silent for a moment when another tear dripped down her face. "Tomorrow."

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Tomura Shigaraki x AllMight!Daughter!Reader

Chapter 10

Premis:

When The League of Villains discovers that AllMight has a daughter, they are quick to snatch you up and hold you hostage. Shigaraki had a careful and thought out plan, but that was before you got there. Now you’re in the mood for some not-so-healthy rebellion.

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Word count: 1,818

Warnings: Minor violence

Chapter 9 Chapter 11

Loud announcement after loud announcement blasted from the speakers as the police spoke. Repeating the same few sentences over and over again. His stomach turned as anxiety took hold of him. Izuku Midoriya stood nearly a block away from the scene as he watched. He and Bakugou were given orders to sit on the perimeter and wait in case they were needed. Having experienced The League before, their assistance was helpful. But everyone was hoping it wouldn't be needed. For now, everyone's top priority was you. Bakugou huffed in frustration, folding his arms across his chest as he watched.

"I don't get it. We should just round them up while we still can. If we don't act fast, they'll slip out of our hands again." He growled.

"Arrest isn't our top priority right now. The hostage's safety is. We can't risk any harm coming to her. You know that." Midoriya answered. The blonde scoffed and spoke again after a long pause.

"I still can't believe it."

"Believe what?"

"That he has a daughter. You'd think he would have mentioned something like that by now. After all these years. Especially one with such a strong quirk."

"Yeah...I don't have kids of my own so, I don't know much about that but...It's odd isn't it? That he never mentioned her. Not even to us." Bakugou thought for a moment.

"Maybe it was the mom. Maybe she kept it that way. We don't know much about her."

"No...that doesn't sit right. Her mom seems intense, sure. But that's his daughter. I don't know about you, but if I had a kid like her, I wouldn't be able to stop talking about her. So, it doesn't make sense why someone like him..."

"They were young, right? About our age?"

"That's right."

"Think about it. If you and Ururaka got pregnant right now, what do you think would happen?"

"Thats different, she's a hero too-"

"No. Really. Think about it. If she told you tomorrow you were gonna have a kid, how would you feel?" Midorya thought for a moment.

"Scared, I guess."

"Would you slow down your hero work? After everything you've done, all the work you've put into this. Would you risk it all to be a proper father? And what about her? Would Ururaka be okay putting her life on hold for that kid? I doubt it."

"I see what you're saying. But that still doesn't explain why we're just finding out about her now."

"I'm sure he was just trying to protect her from shit like this happening. It's clear he still cares for her. It was probably his was of keeping her safe. As messed up as that is."

"I studied All Might my entire life. Became his successor and student. And still...I feel like I never really knew him until now."

"Mh."

"You're still my most valuable player. You're staying right here." Shigaraki's voice purred as his grip tightened around your arm. Pulling you closer to him. You felt your blood quickly rush up to your cheeks. The hot feeling coursing through your veins. You heard the loud squeak of a chair shifting across the floor. Your quirk unwittingly being activated. He ignored the sound, his deep red eyes glaring into yours as his scarred brow bone curved over them in a tight scowl. His eyes, so brilliant and full of passion. You were lost in them. Time always seemed to stop when he did this.

"Boss! We gotta get out of here! We can't fight them all!" Spinner shouted, tearing those eyes away from you. How long had he been starring at you? Was he just as lost as you? You were doubtful. If he was lost in anything, it was probably his rage. His grip on you loosened, slowly dropping your arm almost like he was reluctant to.

"The truck. Is the truck ready?"

"Yes, but I doubt we can get out of here without being caught."

"Of course not. That's why we'll need a distraction. Until then we need time. Toga, the phone, quick." She jumped at the command. Grabbing a smartphone of hers and quickly adjusting it to film. Shigaraki's hands quickly found your body again. But they weren't nearly as harsh as last time, just firm. Man handling you to appear threatening. One hand coming around your neck from behind to display his fingers, and the other around your arm. He pressed you against his body.

"Filming!" Toga shouted.

"You heroes should know better than to just barge into such a delicate situation. The conditions are simple. Make one wrong move, and the girl is dust. I'll even leave her in a pretty little urn for you, hehehe, All Might."

"Cut! Edit and send to the heroes right?"

"And social media, anything to get it on the news. Dabi, Twice, is there a way for you to contact our friends on the outside?"

"But boss! They have us tapped! They'll be prepare for our escape!" Twice shouted.

"They've planned for it already. We've lost the element of surprise. We need results."

"Shigaraki?" You croaked.

"What!?" He shouted in your ear. You winced, holding your free had up to tap at his wrist around your neck.

"Could you, loosen up a bit?" He swiftly pulled his hands away from you. Watching you gently cough and regain your breath.

"We're not, really going to kill her, are we?" Toga pulled her attention away from her phone and shuffled closer to you. Turning to be in-between you and Shigaraki, almost to protect you from being grabbed again.

"No. Not if we plan to get out of here." He and turned sat down on the couch, his hands coming up to rub against his sore neck. Toga patted your back.

"You alright there? You're burning up. You're not sick are you?"

"No...No Im fine."

"You sure?"

"I'm fine. Thank you, Toga." It made her smile to hear you say that.

"Don't worry. Tomura's smart. He'll get us out safe, you'll see." You smiled back at her.

"I'm sure. But somehow I doubt I'll see you again. So, if this is goodbye-"

"Don't say that!" Toga shouted. "We're gonna stick together. Remember? I promised you I wouldn't let anyone hurt you!" You starred at her with wide eyes as your heart raced in your chest. A loud flutter.

"But, Toga."

"But nothing, friends stick together, right?" You nodded. "Then that settles it! We're taking her with us, aren't we guys?" Confused faces looked up at the two of you. "Well?"

"Uh- Sure." Spinner shrugged.

"Hell No - Alright!" Twice shouted.

"Heh, alright." Dabi chuckled.

"Tomura?" Toga called the absent-minded man.

"Huh?"

"We're taking her with us, right? She's one of us now!" Toga reached for your hand and curled her fingers between yours. Shigaraki looked up at her, his eyes lost in thought. "Tomura!" She scolded him like a little sister. He blinked a few times, shaking his attention to you.

"Are you, Y/L/N? Are you one of us?" You froze for a moment. No. Of course not. You're not a villain. You're not like these people! You're a heroes' kid! You're not evil! You're a good person!

You opened your mouth to speak, an overwhelming cacophony of thoughts keeping you from answering. For the first time in your entire life, you had been cared for in a way you never had before. No longer reliant on a bottle of pills to function properly. No longer forced to be productive. No pressure to be anything special. You could grow here. You could be yourself here. The room buzzed with energy at the activation of your quirk. Your emotional state boiling to a head, you opened your mouth to answer but before you could speak-

The building began to shake underneath you. You were thrown to the floor, eyes darting everywhere in search for the cause. The sound of explosions blasted above you, while what sounded like a bulldozer echoed below.

"Damn it! They're coming from both ends!" Dabi announced, gaining his balance to perform a ready stance before his blue flames emerged.

"C'mon Shigaraki! What do we do!" Twice shouted as he clung onto the man's forearm. The rest of you inching closer and closer to each other.

The blasts above became louder and louder until it became evident it was right above. Your stomach turned as you came to the realization. Before the order left his lips you had reached for a table across the room and brought it up above your small group for protection.

"Y/L/N!" Just in time for it to deflect the shrapnel of drywall that burst from the explosion above. Suddenly the floor below gave way, sending the six of you falling through the open air. There were supposed to be several floor to the building, but thanks to the hero, Deku, flimsy walls of the already rotting building had been quickly demolished within seconds.

You watched yourself fall, your hand desperately reaching for anything to hold on to. Failing and plummeting down with the rest of them. You watched as the DynaMight emerged from the smoke above to watch you with a satisfied grin plastered over his face.

The cries of the others behind you filled your ears. Why wasn't this hero doing something? Why wasn't he jumping to catch you? To catch the others? Is going to let you fall to your deaths? You can't let him do that! Quick- Quick- your quirk- catch them!

After a few attempts at activation in your panic, you were able to catch the others in the air. Just before their bodies hit the concrete of the building basement. Dropping them down from a safe few feet. The fall was uncomfortable, but a relief to you and the others that you could work so quickly.

But your success was short-lived as the building trembled and quaked with another explosion. You looked up just in time to watch what was left of the old hide out to come crashing down around you. Leaving you trapped in the basement, in complete darkness.

"THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?" A familiar shriek echoed in Bakugou and Midoriya's ear pieces. They both jolted at the painful intrusion. Your mother, having just stolen a police walky talky huffed on the other end.

"Our apologies ma'am but they're fine. I saw it with my own eyes. They're just trapped under debris. Everything is going according to plan." Midoriya reassured.

"Ac- ACCORDING TO PLAN!? You mean to tell me, young man, that you intended to trap my daughter in with her KIDNAPPERS, WHO THREATENED TO KILL HER!?" She spat, understandably.

"If they wanted her dead by now, she would be. Shigaraki doesn't play games unless it's necessary. Trust me." Bakugou barked.

"So now what? We just wait until this psychopath decays his way loose?"

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haloshornsinkstains · 3 years

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3. The First Session

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CW: Prison, mild violence, use of quirk supressing cuffs

Y/n frowned as she looked up at the prison entrance. It may have been done up a bit since she was last here but the place still held less than pleasant memories, for a moment she contemplated turning and walking away, dropping the job altogether. But a grinning head of green hair waving from the doorway soon put rest to those plans. Behind the other pro-hero Aizawa beckoned tiredly, holding up a cup of coffee. Sighing deeply she steeled herself and crossed the threshold, giving the two a strained smile. She couldn't give up before they had even started, not if these guys really wanted to change. They'd been dropped by so many already, if she turned her back without giving them a shot then she would be no better than the shitty society that abandoned them before. The exact thing she and the others had worked so hard to change. Reaching the pair she held out a hand expectantly, a hot cup of coffee pressed into her palm seconds later. Taking a sip she nodded her head towards the older man. "Thanks." "I was worried you wouldn't turn up." Izuku sounded relieved. "It, uh, well it wouldn't be the first time. I'm really grateful you're willing to do this for us… have you done this before?" She rolled her shoulders. "Well someone has to be willing to give them a chance. I usually deal in the welfare side, making sure reformed villains have places to go, jobs, you know the deal. Occasionally welfare within the system as well. I've only been a part of actual reforms in a few select cases. And never here." "Oh." Izuku frowned as he guided them inside, down gloomy corridors and towards the room where the league sat. "Well, I have their files here…" Y/n waved him off with a smile. "Don't need them. This is the room right?" "Yes but…" "Don't worry about it problem child, you'll see. Y/n we're just the other side of the mirror, we can hear everything so watch your language in front of the green bean." She flashed Aizawa a bright grin and a wink. "No promises. Wish me luck old man."

The members of the league were seated along a large table, bickering amongst themselves when she entered. For a moment y/n observed them, wrinkling her nose at the quirk inhibiting cuffs they wore, as much as understood why they wore them the sight still dug up uncomfortable memories. She cleared her throat, chuckling as everyone suddenly straightened and turned to face her. "Well that was easy. I'm y/n l/n, normally I'd run through the reform programme basics but this isn't your first rodeo correct?" There were a few scattered nods, but one member, Dabi she noted, stood and made his way over to her. Y/n merely raised an eyebrow. "Yes?" He held out his wrists. "Think you can take these off for me doll?" "L/n. And not yet, you know exactly why." She stared back at him, completely unfazed. "Stop trying to intimidate me, it's not going to work." "How do we know you're not just going to use your quirk on us while we can't do anything about it?" He challenged, staring her down. "Beat us up while you have the advantage." "Oh honey, I don't need my quirk to kick your ass." He scoffed in disbelief, rolling his eyes. Before he could get another word out he was face down on the floor, a knee pressing uncomfortably between his shoulder blades. "Now that's settled. I'll wear quirk suppressing cuffs too in these sessions if it makes you more comfortable. And I want names or descriptions of anyone who has ever used their quirk on you while you were cuffed. So I can talk to them." She climbed off Dabi, pulling him to his feet and pushing him back towards his chair. "It wasn't anyone in the reform programme, they were all just scared…" Toga spoke up. Y/n waved a hand dismissively. "Doesn't matter. I said anyone and I meant it." She passed out sheets of paper and pens, letting them write while someone entered the room holding a spare pair of quirk inhibiting cuffs. No one watching missed the frown on her face as they were put into place, or the anxious biting of her lip. She could swear she heard Aizawa sigh on the other side of the wall. Once the assistant had left she gathered the papers, only to hand out more. "Is this a test?" Toga whined, holding up the stapled papers with a grimace. "No one gave us a test before." "I can't believe we have a test on the first day. You're a monster." Twice huffed. Y/n sighed. "I need to establish a baseline, for both your attitudes and abilities. If you're going to rejoin society then I want to ensure you're in the best place to do that. Not just that you won't start committing crimes again." "Are those math problems? And english?" Dabi scowled. "As I said, I'm establishing a baseline of your abilities. I expect you will all do well, but I need to know where to provide support if I'm going to turn you into constructive members of society." She settled back in her chair. "Stop grumbling and answer the questions Staples. The longer you spend grumbling the longer you're sat in here with me." "Is this information not contained in our files?" Compress, who had previously been quietly watching the others, spoke up. "I didn't read them. I wanted to start with a blank slate, or as blank as I could get from five people whose crimes were nationwide news anyway." She hummed, corner of her mouth twitching up in a smirk. "Just remember I will be reading those tests, and I won't hesitate to score any drawings of dicks." Her eyes slid to Twice, who suddenly started scribbling furiously on his page. She watched for a few more moments before leaving them to it and studying the papers in front of her. Pulling out her phone she started scrolling through staff lists and matching the descriptions to names.

At the end of the session she collected the papers and slid them into her bag before pulling out a small box. "Right, one at a time, come return your pen and I'll give you a phone. Right now they are only capable of messaging, but you'll be able to do more with them over time." She tapped the box. "They have each others numbers as well as my own. Do not lose them. I bought these and I'm not replacing them unless there are very special circumstances." "And if I don't want to return the pen?" Dabi huffed, twirling it between his fingers. Y/n plastered on a sickly sweet smile. "I'm glad to hear you're enjoying your stay within our prison system and wish to continue indefinitely." He huffed and nodded, dropping the pen on the desk. Once all the pens were collected and labelled phones distributed y/n bowed to the group. "Thank you for being so well behaved. You can use those phones to contact me, or each other, whenever you like. I can't promise I'll always respond immediately, I like to sleep, but I will respond." She nodded towards the door, which was being pushed open by one of the assistants. "I'll see you at the next session."

Once the League were gone she darted out of the room, collapsing into a chair next to Aizawa. "Get these things off me." Aizawa nodded, quickly releasing the cuffs and gently rubbing over her wrists as if he was brushing away the feeling of the metal. Smiling thankfully up at him she nodded her head towards the paper she'd dropped on the observation room desk in her rush. "I want to see the people on that list asap. And if there's any CCTV footage from their shifts I want that too." She hummed. "I don't think-" "Izuku. If what they said is true then it's my job to deal with that." Y/n snapped, whipping her head around to glare at the hero. "We are supposed to be better than this." Aizawa sighed, patting her head softly. "Just sort it Midoriya. Come on y/n, let me take you home." Y/n nodded tiredly. "Just this once 'Zawa."

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- y/n hates quirk supressing cuffs, she says “they make (her) skin itch and (her) blood feel like it’s writhing in (her) veins”. But, as much as she’d like to get rid of them altogether, she understands why they’re used and how they protect others.

- y/n’s way of running the reform programme is a bit different to most people’s. While there are set objectives everyone has to follow, she’s always done it her own way (and helped re-write the programme to allow for that). This may or may not be part of the reason she only gets to do ‘difficult’ or unusual cases.

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classysassy9791 · 3 years

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Fandom: Inuyasha Genre: Romance/Humor/Fluff Pairing: InuKag Rating: T

The conclusion for this little fic that has waited 6 years for completion. Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!

Thank you to @akitokihojo for being such a stellar beta for this fic, and helping it come to its completion. Couldn't have done it without you!

For @inukag-week Day 6: Transformation.

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Part 4 Word Count: 2,000

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It had been a very long time since Kagome had experienced a hangover.

The buzzing in her brain soon became too much to ignore as it beckoned her to consciousness. She opened her eyes to the dimly lit room. Sunlight peeking from beneath the closed curtains indicated it was daytime and she silently thanked herself for being smart enough to close them before leaving her apartment the evening before.

Kagome wrapped the duvet around herself and tried to grasp a hold on the fleeting darkness of unconsciousness. She knew nothing would cure a hangover except time, and she would rather spend it floating through dreamless sleep than deal with the repercussions head-on. Waves of nausea added to her misery and she could faintly smell whiskey with each exhale - a scent that was intoxicating last night, yet this morning it only caused her stomach to twist further.

Her phone pinged with a message, but she didn't dare even try to reach for it, the annoyingly bright glare of her phone not exactly something she wanted to sabotage herself with. As the minutes passed by, she became more acutely aware of her brain feeling like it would swell beyond the capacity of her skull, and her dehydration became too obvious to ignore. Her tongue felt like cotton as she licked her dry, cracked lips. Damn, why did the morning after always have to remind her of what a bad decision the night before was?

She squinted and finally set her gaze on her nightstand. A surprising wave of relief washed over her. Drunk Kagome must have had an intelligent moment, for on her nightstand stood a bottle of painkillers and a glass of water. As quickly as she dared, she propped herself up on one elbow, trying to ignore the slight spin of the room, before greedily popping two pills and finishing the water. Even so, her thirst was far from quenched.

As Kagome tried to sort through her memories of the night before, she quickly registered that she had no memory of coming home last night. The last, clear recollection she could come up with had her sitting at the bar with Inuyasha and sharing a shot with the bartender.

"Shit," she groaned, hanging her head before precariously pulling her legs from beneath her blanket. Blacking out from drinking had been a favorite past time of hers back in her early college days. It wasn't because she didn't know her own limits when it came to being intoxicated, but back then, she simply didn't care. Drinking had been her favorite vice when it came to dealing with the pressures of school, boyfriends, and girl drama. It had been years since she had felt the need to get obliterated so completely.

Finally finding her courage, Kagome reached over and unlocked her phone. The red battery sign at the top meant it was almost dead, so she quickly scrolled through all the alerts on her phone. There had been way too many messages and missed calls from Hojo, which triggered the memory of the picture she had sent him. Her nausea increased ten-fold. Regret was a spiteful bitch.

Hojo was going to be the afternoon's problem. Maybe even tomorrow's problem. All Kagome knew was that it wasn't going to be a now problem.

Kagome plugged in her phone and once she was on her feet, the room swayed, almost causing her to lose balance. She stumbled out into the hallway to her bathroom to relieve herself. When she finished, she washed her hands and splashed cold water on her face just to feel something refreshing. The person's face who greeted her in the mirror no longer resembled the glamorous girl of the night. Only a woman's face awash with guilt, a wrinkled set of pajamas, and hair that was far from attractive.

From the other end of the apartment, Kagome suddenly heard a key turning in her front door. Immediately, she felt panic rise in her throat, eyes going wide. No one had a key to her apartment, not even Hojo, so unless she had been robbed last night - which she very may well have considering she had very little memory of it - no one should be coming over.

She swallowed thickly against her cotton throat and grabbed the first weapon at her fingertips - a plunger. Yeah, she wasn't winning any awards for being clever, but she was hungover and scared for her life.

Kagome crept down the hallway toward the front door and nearly lost her breath at who she saw standing in her entryway. The man from the bar last night - Inuyasha? - was making his way to her kitchen with a carrier filled with coffee and a bag from her favorite breakfast joint down the block.

"Good morning," he greeted casually, not at all thrown off by her presence as he set down his packages on the counter. "I brought you breakfast."

Rage and astonishment swelled in her chest. "What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?!"

He winced and held his hands over his ears before turning to glare at her. "If you could wait until after eight in the morning to start yelling, I'd really appreciate it."

"You didn't answer my question," she seethed, wide eyes sweeping the rest of the apartment for evidence as to what exactly happened last night?!

Inuyasha studied her from across the room and laughed at her dumbfounded expression. "Did you think I was a burglar or something? What's with the plunger?"

Kagome looked down at the plunger she held in his direction like a sword, and felt a blush bloom across her cheeks. She hurriedly hid it behind her back. "W-What was I supposed to think?"

He simply rolled his eyes. "Do you want breakfast or not?"

She bit her lip, but couldn't deny the ravenous hunger eating away at her stomach. Probably half the reason why she was so nauseous. Without saying another word, she slipped back into the bathroom to put away her weapon before meeting him in the kitchen. The sweet aroma of coffee and fresh bagels greeted her. She could've kissed him all over again.

"I didn't know how you liked your coffee, so I got cream and sugar just in case."

Kagome slowly sat down in the chair across from him, watching him slather some cream cheese on his bagel and drink his black coffee. She racked her brain as to exactly why Inuyasha was in her apartment, and then flashes of the night before came rushing back, of sloppy passionate kisses and tangled sheets.

Her heart dropped to her stomach.

Inuyasha studied the array of emotions that flickered across her face while he slowly chewed his bite of bagel and then swallowed. "Kagome, how much do you remember of last night?"

She bit her lip, shameful eyes lifting to his. "Um, well…" Her gaze fell to her person, realizing she was no longer wearing the sequined black dress she had gone out in. All the evidence pointed to a girl she wanted no relation to, making decisions that were very, very regrettable.

"We didn't sleep together."

Kagome's eyes flew to Inuyasha's, his deep voice quelling her fears. "We-We didn't?"

Amber eyes watched her carefully before turning back to his bagel. "No, we didn't. I'm not the kinda guy who beds a girl when she's drunk. Not my style."

A breath Kagome didn't know she had been holding escaped her lips. She had never been the type of girl to have one-night-stands. Her friends always teased her about it, but it was something she prided herself in. Having sex with someone wasn't something she did on a whim. She wanted to know she meant more to someone than an easy lay.

Her brows furrowed as she sipped on her coffee. "If we didn't sleep together, then why are you here?" she questioned. It would've been one thing if she had woken up with a naked man in her bed and kicked him out because of sheer embarrassment. It was another thing entirely that a man she didn't sleep with would bring her breakfast in the morning.

Inuyasha shrugged. "I was too tired to get another ride home last night, so I slept on your couch."

Kagome glanced over the breakfast bar to see a blanket and pillow on her couch as evidence that it had been occupied the night before.

"You know, you probably shouldn't drink so much."

She threw him a glare. "Did I ask for your judgement?"

He shrugged. "I'm just sayin'. Letting a stranger take you home because you're too drunk isn't exactly attractive."

Kagome scoffed. "Oh, thanks for the help," she snipped sarcastically. "What would I've done without you?"

Inuyasha grinned. "Probably throw a party to celebrate my absence."

"Probably, yeah," she hotly agreed. "I would've been just fine on my own."

"Maybe."

She frowned, flashes of last night starting to come back. They had been two heartbroken strangers in a bar who found comfort in their shared misery. Under the neon flashing lights and upbeat techno music, they gravitated toward one another like moths to a flame. But by morning they had transformed; she no longer represented the alluring woman who bewitched him, and he no longer appeared as the mysterious man who captivated her.

Now, she was simply Kagome Higurashi - a woman who was dumped by her fiance and had a mile-long to-do list regarding cleaning up their frayed relationship. And he was simply Inuyasha.

Kagome inwardly cringed. She didn't even know his last name. Or what he did for work. Or anything about him really.

Just fucking great.

"Look, Inuyasha," she began, setting down her coffee. "I appreciate everything you, er, did for me, but-"

"When we're done here, we should go on a real date."

Her mouth fell open. "What?"

Inuyasha shrugged. "Why not?"

"You have got to be joking," Kagome said while shaking her head. "One-night stands are literally just for one night, and we definitely would not work out."

He grinned. "Damn. That's a quick deduction there."

Kagome blushed. "I just mean that, last night… it was great and all, but…"

"It's daytime and the whole world's changed?" Inuyasha finished for her.

She sighed and looked away. He was right. Things were different. Last night didn't happen often for her, and bringing home a guy to her apartment never happened. If it were up to her, she'd stuff last night in a box as a precious memory and then forget it ever happened.

"I'm not saying I'm over Kikyou."

Kagome met his gaze. His eyes locked onto her, and held not an ounce of mirth. He was serious about this. He wanted to see if this could become something.

"And I doubt you're over your ex-fiance," he continued. "But, last night was fun. You're different and piss me off to no end-"

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" she asked with narrowed eyes.

He sighed and after a moment finally stood up. "Look. You seem like a great girl. But I'm not one to beg. Thanks for the couch." Slipping his phone into his back pocket, he turned to leave.

"Inuyasha, wait!" Kagome called as she chased after him.

Dammit. This guy was so infuriating! He insulted her, and called her names, and angered her enough to make her slap him upside the head. But he also made her laugh, and feel alive, and made her want to kiss him again and again.

She couldn't deny that she wanted to see him again.

Grabbing his elbow, she made him stop in his tracks and look over his shoulder at her. "What?"

"This…" she started, fumbling for the right words. "This is never going to work. You and I."

He gave her a lopsided smile. "I'll pick you up at six."

And then he was gone, closing the door behind him.

Within a moment of him leaving, Kagome realized something: Meeting Inuyasha was either going to be the best luck she ever had, or the very worst. At least, on the bright side, he had already witnessed her at her lowest.

How bad could it be?

#inuyasha #kagome #inukag #fanfiction #inuyasha fanfiction #inukag fanfiction #inukag week #sassy stays classy #my fanfiction #double shot of heaven

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mrs-mcavoy · 2 years

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(pt.5) Homeward Bound

Summary: During the early morning hours of June 12th, 2019, Y/n makes a decision that will change her life; its time to go home, and its time to confess to Charlie.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warning(s): Swearing, heartbreak/breakup, barely any proofreading because I had a terribly long day at work

120...121...122...123...

Y/n counts in her head, her tired eyes locked to the ceiling above her.

124...125...126...127...

Her desperate attempts to catch even a wink of sleep fail continuously, yet she has been trying for hours.

128...129...what number was I on?

She turns her head to look at Sidney, who is fast asleep beside her. He breathes softly, and she watches as his chest slowly rises and falls. With a sigh, Y/n climbs out of bed, being sure not to make any sound as she moves. She makes her way to the bathroom, grabs one of Sidney's robes, and tip toes to the balcony. When she opens the door, it creaks a bit, and her gaze is instantly on Sidney. He doesn't budge, too far into dreamland to hear her. Y/n makes her way out onto the balcony and closes the door softly behind her. The early morning breeze seems to go right through the robe's fabric, and Y/n wraps it tighter around herself. She settles down in one of the wooden chairs and stares over the city of Pittsburgh. Its deafeningly quiet so early in the morning; she counted twenty-five minutes between each car she saw, and the only other sound was the wind rushing past the buildings. Her gaze turns to the sky now, and she watches as it goes from a deep blue to a soft periwinkle. This became her routine since the fight between Charlie and Sidney; getting little to no sleep each night and watching the sunrise every morning. On this particular morning, though, her homesickness had gotten the best of her. Today is game seven, and the Bruins are playing the Blues. Whoever wins this game gets the Stanley Cup, and Y/n felt like she needed to be there. More than anything, though, she wanted to see Charlie's face when the Bruins won. She draws a breath in, suddenly becoming all too aware of what she needed to do. As she slips off of the chair and heads back inside, she contemplates telling Sidney. Her eyes drift over to him again, and she stands there in silence as he snores.

I need to go. I want to catch the first flight to Boston... but I can't just leave him here, alone and confused.

Slowly, Y/n packs her things into her suitcase. She folds everything nicely, and leaves the suitcase open for herself in the morning. Her eyes lock to the pocket on the inside of the suitcase, and she slips her fingers inside. She pulls out her plane ticket that will be her way home. She runs her fingers over the word ‘Boston’ before returning the ticket to its rightful place. She then checks her phone as she climbs back into bed.

5:30am. The game starts at 8:00pm. I'll be out of here by five.

She looks at Sidney as she drops his robe to the floor and climbs back into bed. He's done a lot for her the past couple of months, and her heart aches a little at the idea of leaving. Still, she'd already made up her mind. She lays on her side and watches his face until her eyelids get heavy, and sleep finally overtakes her.

Y/n is awoken by the sound of the coffee maker, and she searches for her phone almost instantly.

9:00am.

She sits up slowly and rubs the sleep from her eyes, then glances around the room. She quickly spots Sidney, sitting out on the balcony exactly where she had been sitting a few hours before. As she makes her way out of bed and to the door, she notices the cup of coffee waiting for her on the table.

"Morning, Sid." She says as she opens the door.

"Hey, angel," he smiles at the sight of her. "You managed to get some sleep, huh?"

"Yeah, and it feels... refreshing."

"Good. Come sit, will ya?" Sidney asks. She hops onto the chair beside his and wraps her hands around the coffee cup he'd set out for her.

"We're getting out today." She states and studies his face for a reaction.

"You seem to have a plan."

"I do," Y/n sips her coffee "and we're gonna have fun today."

"I like the sound of that." He grins. Y/n smiles a little and looks down at the mug in her hands. Sidney looks out over the city and squints against the sunlight.

"It's a good day for whatever you're planning." He comments.

"I know." She tucks a lock of her hair behind her ear and takes another sip of coffee. Her mind buzzes now, regret clouding the edges of her vision, but she keeps a lighthearted smile on her face. As she looks at Sidney again, she struggles to keep her smile.

We're going to have a great day. We're gonna have fun. I'll ask him to take me to all of his favorite spots in the city, and then I will dump him and go home.

Her heart twinges at the idea, but it was already set in stone. The pair finish their coffees and head back into their shared apartment, fingers intertwined as they went.

“I saw you cleaned up the apartment a bit at some point.” Sidney comments.

“Yeah, it was starting to bother me.” She replies and lets go of his hand. He takes her mug from her, and walks over to the sink. Y/n wanders over to her suitcase and grabs an outfit for the day. She picks a gingham dress and changes into it, then sits crosslegged on the bed to braid her hair. Sidney sits with her and watches her delicate hands as she braids, and smiles when she ties off the two braids with blue ribbons.

“Get ready, babe.” She meets his eyes and smiles softly.

“I couldn’t help but watch you braid your hair, sorry.” He hops off the bed and collects his own clothes for the day. She glances at her phone.

10:30am.

She draws in a breath, slow and slightly shaky, and waits for Sidney to finish getting ready. When he’s finished, Y/n wraps her arm around his. She guides him out of the apartment, purse in hand, and down the halls. The pair head into an elevator at the end of the hall.

This is our last date. I should make it special somehow.

“Show me around the city, Sid. Take me to your favorite places.” She says, watching him push the elevator buttons

“Really? That was your plan?” Sidney says with a smile “I’m not complaining. Just surprised.”

“I want to see the beauty of Pittsburgh.”

“Say no more.” He says as they walk out of the hotel. “I’ll make you fall in love with this city.”

It’s 3:30pm when Y/n decides its time to say goodbye. The park around them was surprisingly empty for such a beautiful place in the city of Pittsburgh, but she couldn’t even take its beauty in when she knew what was about to come.

“Sidney.” Y/n says slowly.

“Yes, angel?” Sid stops and turns his gaze to her, his features laced with curiosity.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“What do you mean?” He looks at her, now shocked.

“I’m breaking up with you, Sid. I need to go home. I can’t keep lying to myself.” She looks down, her voice shaking a bit.

“You’re… breaking up with me?”

“I’m sorry. I belong in Boston… and I belong with Charlie McAvoy.” Y/n slowly looks up, and instantly regrets it when seeing the pain in his eyes.

“Charlie McAvoy? But what about us. What about what we had?” Sidney’s brows furrow.

“He had my heart in the palms of his hands from the moment I met him. There’s nothing I can do about that… but I did love you… just not like I love him.”

“So I was just a backup boyfriend? You knew this was going to be temporary all along?” His voice cracks a bit, and Y/n can’t read the muddied emotions within it.

“No, Sidney. It wasn’t like that, it—“

“Go get your stuff. Get out of here.”

“Sid—“

“Just go.”

Y/n looks at her now ex-boyfriend, trying to best to ignore the tears threatening to stream down her face. She turns and hurries back in the direction of the hotel. Again, the streets of Pittsburgh were losing their color… but it was different this time. There was a force like no other, telling her to pick up the pace. Imploring her to hurry. Begging her to get home.

So she ran.

She ran down the streets of Pittsburgh, up to the hotel, and into the elevator. The other people in the elevator look at her in confusion, and she ignores their gazes. When it reaches her floor, she hurries to her and Sidney’s shared room and grabs her suitcase… but she pauses in the room. Her eyes drift across everything in the room, drinking in the sweet memories one last time before she flees. She makes a quick stop at the vanity, looking at her reflection in the mirror. She stands there, taking in the smell of Sidney’s cologne, before finally leaving the room behind for the last time.

On the vanity, something glitters in the midday sun. Its a ring with Y/n’s birthstone in it. The promise ring Sidney had given her the day after his fight with Charlie on the ice. Little did she know, Sidney would find that ring sitting on the vanity and keep it in hopes that she would return to Pittsburgh someday… in hopes that she would return to him.

#nhl fanfiction #nhl penguins #nhl bruins #boston bruins #boston bruins x reader #pittsburg penguins #sidney crosby #sidney crosby x reader #charlie mcavoy #charlie mcavoy x reader #fanfic #sorry not sorry

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jaycewrites-192000 · 3 years

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Growl: Chapter 9

Warning: This chapter includes sensitive themes such as language, violence, drugging, and sexual assault (nothing too extreme though). Read with caution.

Tag List: @theravencawsatmidnight @etroman @kaariqueen

Your P.O.V

I made my way through the halls to get to my next class, all day I couldn't stop thinking about yesterday. I spent the entire day with Kyotani, it really was like we were on a date, even though we're both just friends. I hated to think of it like that, but it was the truth. And it would stay the truth until I finally confess, which is very unlikely. I already made things awkward enough last night at the restaurant. I can't believe I told some random stranger that we were "dating". God, why did I do that? I'll have to apologize to Kyotani later. Just as I turned the corner to walk down the last hall before my class, I heard someone calling my name.

"Hey, L/n!" I stopped dead in my tracks and grimaced. And just when I was in a pretty good mood too. Not bothering to turn around, I respond. "Not in the mood today Chiharu. So save me the effort of wasting my time and fuck right off." I say before I continue walking. "Oh really? That's pretty bitchy of you L/n, walking away before I could introduce my friends to you."

"What friends? You mean more of Oikawa's annoying ass group of fan..." I trail off as I turned around. Instead of girls at Chiharu's side, there were tall buff guys. They looked liked third years. "Wow Chiharu, totally didn't figure you as the type to date more than one guy at a time." I smirked. Chiharu returned the smug grin. "Can't say the same for you though, huh? I saw you hanging out with that freak that came to your rescue yesterday. I bet Oikawa wouldn't be too happy to hear you were with another man." Before I could remind her for the hundredth time that me and Oikawa were not in a relationship, she continued.

"I mean, whoring yourself out to every guy you meet is bad enough. But going so low as to date someone like that freak? Ha! Now that's just pathetic! Didn't know you needed attention that badly!" I felt a vein pop in my head. I could care less if she made fun of me, but she brought Kyotani into it. He's done nothing wrong. She had no right to talk about him like that. I stormed over to her and grabbed her by her shirt collar. "Listen here bitch! Keep Kyotani's name out of your mouth or I'll-"

"You'll what!? You won't do shit! And besides, I'm not here to fight you. Like I said before, I wanted to introduce my friends." Chiharu snapped her fingers, and two of the third years grabbed onto my arms and pulled me away from her. I was going to scream, but the third one covered my mouth before I got the chance. "Come on, I think it's time we teach this one a lesson." With that, the third year that was keeping me quite, knocked me out cold.

"Ugh...What...What happened?" I groan before slowly opening my eyes. My head was pounding, and I felt dizzy. My vision finally adjusted and I could tell just were I was. I was behind the school near the dumpsters. Why was I hear and...why can't I move!? It was then I noticed my hands were tied together behind my back. All at once it hit me. Chiharu, the third years, she had them knock me out. My breathing picked up rapidly. Why? What were they going to do? I managed to sit myself up, if I could just stand, I can run back inside the school and call for help. But I couldn't, I was so dizzy, it made standing was difficult. I felt something warm hit my knee, blood. I felt it run down my cheek this time, my head must have been bleeding.

"Come on!" I say to myself, attempting to stand once again, but again I couldn't bring myself to stand, I could hardly sit up straight. A hit to the head wouldn't do all this. "They must have drugged me..." I say breathlessly. "Right we did, sweet cheeks." I gasp and look up to see the three third years from before towering over me. "W-what do you want from me? Did that bitch tell you to do this?" I ask, glaring up at the three. "Oh, she's smart. I like em smart." Siad one of the three. "I prefer them more dumb honestly. But she'll do." Said another. "Yeah, Chiharu told us to do this. But really, we would have done it sooner." The one talking to me crouches down to my height.

He looks me up and down, practically undressing me with his eyes. It felt disgusting. "You're pretty cute. How have we not met you before?" He asks. I make sure my legs were firmly pressed together and close to my body. "I prefer to keep to myself so I don't meet people like Chiharu or you scumbags. Now let me go!" I demand. The guy in front of me chuckles. "Sorry, but no. We ain't going anywhere, anytime soon, princess." He moved his finger down my leg. I kicked at his shin roughly, making him groan in pain. The other two third years laughed at his pain.

"Damn, Chiharu was right. You are a bitch." Suddenly his hand was around my throat. He slammed me back down to the ground, hovering over me. "Hey! Make sure you leave some fun for us!" One of them called. "Shut it. There's plenty of her to go around." Says the one on top of me. his free hand tugged at my uniform's tie, loosening my blazer. "No! Stop! Stop it!" I cried.

"See, I knew you didn't give her enough. She's still bitching and moaning." One of the two said, referring to what I only assumed was the drug they slipped me while I was unconscious. "Who cares? No one's gonna hear her." I yelled and cried, but like he said, no one would hear. "Would shut up already!? I promise you'll enjoy it." The guy on top of me purred into my ear. "W-why? Why are you doing this?" I managed to croak out between sniffles.

"Chiharu figured you needed to be taught a lesson. If you want multiple guys, then that's just what you'll get." I sobbed and shut my eyes tightly. 'Someone please help me...' I whimpered in my mind. Just as the man's hand began to go up my skirt, a loud cracking noise filled my ears. Soon after was a cry of pain. My eyes shot opened when I felt the man's grip on my throat loosen. "What the fuck!?" He yelled. Another cracking sound and a cry of pain, then fast approaching footsteps, and before I knew it, the weight of the guy on top of me was gone.

From what I could see, my tears blurring my vision slightly, was someone grabbing the guy and punching him multiple times in the face before kneeing him in the gut and throwing him aside. The person who saved me walked over to the guy's limp body and kicked at it, yelling out in fury while doing so. That yelling closely resembled a man's yells.

After a few more seconds, the person hurried to my side and sat me up. Now that he was closer in view, I could make out who he was. "...Kyotani?" I whimper. "Y/n...I'm sorry I got here late..." He muttered before holding me in his arms tightly. "I'm so sorry." The dizziness that filled my mind had finally gotten the better of me, and once again I fell unconscious.

I woke up again sometime after that, there was something soft underneath my body, and something warm on top. I slowly opened my eyes, narrowing them momentarily due to the brightness of wherever I was. After a minute my eyes adjusted, I was in a room this time. Not just any room, Kyotani's room. "Kyotani." I breathed. Memories of what just happened replayed in my mind, tears begin to fill my eyes. Kyotani saved me. If it wasn't for him, I might have been...I felt sick just thinking about it. I didn't want to think about it. I just wanted Kyotani. Where was Kyotani? "Kyotani..."I whimpered pathetically. From the other side of his bedroom door, I could hear his voice. It was feint, but I could just barely make out what he was saying.

"...She's not coming today, neither am I......Look I'll explain everything later just trust me ok?....Alright, see ya." After a few seconds Kyotani entered, his expression brightening when he saw me. "You're awake!" He rushed to my side. "Are you-Did they-what happend?" He fumbled over his words. I didn't respond, I just stared at him. He's done so much for me. He became my friend when he didn't have to, he helped me study when no one else would, and now he's saved me from a very horrible situation. I rose my shaky hand and gently pressed it to his cheek. "Kyotani...thank you. Thank you so much." I say weakly.

Kyotani put his hand on top of mine. "It was nothing. Y/n, what...tell me what happened. Who were those assholes?" Kyotani asked, repressing the anger in his tone. I removed my hand and turned my head away from him, not wanting him to see me cry. "Y/n?" Kyotani speaks softly. "I really don't want to talk about that right now." I tell him as calmly as possible. I felt Kyotani's thumb gentle wipe away a stray tear on my cheek. "Ok. you don't have to right now. How are you feeling?" He asked. I only shrug, still not look at him. In honesty, I was better. That damned drug wore off, my head was a lot clearer.

I felt something press down at the foot of Kyotani's bed, I glance down to see Killer. His ears were flat against his head and he was whimpering while pawing at my leg. I smile sadly. "Aw, it's ok boy. I'm ok now." I say gently. Kyotani pet killer's head a few times. "He went crazy when he saw me carry you in here. I'm glad my mom and sister weren't here to see it. They would have started pestering me." I glanced over at him. "Asking why I'm carrying an unconscious girl into the house, then having to explain what I just had to fucking see..." His hand moved away from Killer's head, and covered his eyes. He was shaking. I sat up and wrapped my arms around him. "You don't have to talk about it either." I say softly.

His arms found their way around my waist. "Right..." I sniffled. We both sat in silence, just enjoying being in each others embrace. After a moment or two, I finally spoke. "Who were you on the phone with?" I asked. "Iwaizumi. He wanted to know why we didn't show up to practice." I shifted my position to get more comfortable. Kyotani picked this up and laid me back down on the bed before crawling in next to me. He draped his arm over me and I laid my head on his chest. "I won't say a word about this to him or anyone, until you're ready. Until then, I'll be here for you ok?" I nod and close my eyes, breathing in Kyotani's scent. He was so warm. "Thank you Kyotani."

"This will be selfish of me to ask but, can I stay here with you tonight? I don't want to be alone right now." Kyotani rubbed my back softly. "Of course you can." I thanked him again before texting my mother, letting her know I'll be staying with Iwaizumi. I wouldn't have lied but my mom trusted him the most. 'Hope you don't mind Iwaizumi.' I set my phone aside and snuggled closer to Kyotani.

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nachotrash · 3 years

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And how do we rewrite the stars?

- a Sugawara X Reader -

Summary: in a world where you can hear your soulmate sing, there are two types; one, where your soulmate is in the same world as yours. And two, where they don't belong in yours. Almost all your friends found their soulmate, will you ever find yours?

Warnings: Swearing, Suga is probably very ooc because the author wrote this at 2AM, Dumb author can’t write angst so bear with me please,

A/N: If only all mothers were like this 😔🖐. Also I’m sorry if this seems rushed and low-quality. My english vocabulary is getting worse and I wrote this in the middle of the night. Aaand I still have an event to finish (sorry lili)

Reblogs are appreciated!

Love is like that one song.

That one song which you really like but you can’t remember it.

That one damned song.

"Y/N! Y/N!" Chiyoko, one of your best friends ran up to you, eyes sparkling with excitement.

You chuckled, taking out your earbuds and rolling them up. "What's up?"

"You remember that music competition we participated in?" She asked, slightly panting from the running.

"Yeah, it's only been a week. Why?" You said, raising an eyebrow.

"The votes are in." She huffed. Your eyes widened, getting more curious by the second.

"And? And?!"

"We won, we're going to the quarterfinals!" Chiyoko exclaimed, jumping up and down from excitement.

“Alright!! LETS GOOOO” You yelled, fistbumping the air in victory. Some students turned around and looked at you, as if you’re crazy.

*TIMESKIP*

You were at your locker, trying to get all your books in your bag when someone came up to you. You groaned, realizing that it was one of your rivals from the music competition.

“Aww, look here, it’s the weirdo who doesn’t have a soulmate!” She laughed, voiced laced with sarcasm.

“What do you want.” You spat, looking her in the eyes.

“Oh, nothing much. Just checking if you have found your soulmate or not” She grinned, putting her hand on her waist.

“Honestly, I don’t. But I do have an idea who it might be, or at least who it sounds like” You sighed, turning back to your locker.

She grimaced, grabbing your arm and preventing you from getting your stuff. “Oh yeah? Well then, tell me.”

You sighed again. Completely done with her bullshit. “His voice sounds like Sugawara. Y’know, that silver-haired 3rd-Year from Haikyuu” You said grinning .

“Of course I know who he is! But don’t tell me you think HE is the one! There is no way anyone like that will like you!” She snarled. Slamming your hand to the locker.

“I never said so, and who cares? It’s not like it’s any of YOUR buisness anyway.” You shrugged, pulling your hand back and closing your locker, ready to leave. “Now if you don’t mind, I have to go home”

“Stop lying! There is no way you have a soulmate like that!” She yelled, turning her back to you and storming off.

You sighed in annoyance. What’s her problem? Is she that pissed about you winning against her?

You started walking home. It was dark outside, and the sky was clear. So you could see the stars shining bright above your head.

Stupid asshole. You thought, kicking at the dirt. Getting so nosy just because of a voice.

You furrowed your eyebrows. He probably just sounds like Suga, Haikyuu is just a ficitonal world right? Jeez Y/N, stop giving yourself false hope. Suga is just a ficitonal character and there is no way he is real periodt.

You sighed frustrated, grabbing your keys from your pockets and unlocking the door.

“Honey! Welcome home! How wa- Whoa! Why are you crying?” Your mother asked, her cheerful expression turning into a concerned one.

“Wait- I am?” That’s when you realised there were wet streams running down your cheeks, dripping onto the floor. You quickly wiped them away and started walking up the stairs. “Mom, I’m feeling tired right now. I’m gonna rest for a bit” Your mom hummed back, telling you that she agrees.

Walking up the stairs, you suddenly felt really tired and annoyed. So you walked in your room, threw your bag on the ground, plopped your earbuds in, and started listening to some music.

MEANWHILE...

Practice just finished, and I was on my way home. Kageyama and Hinata were getting along better, and Kageyama even asked me for some advice for studying.

“Hi Koushi, welcome back!” Mom’s voice rang through the hallway “You’re right on time! Dinner is ready”

I put my bag on the ground, walking to the kitchen and helping mom with the dishes.

After we sat down and started eating, mom asked me the question.

“Koushi?”

“Hm?”

“So... Have you heard anything from your soulmate?”

“Well, this morning they were humming to a song, but that’s it” I said after swallowing a piece of tofu.

“Alright then, make sure to tell me when something happens!”

“Sure”

*30 minutes later*

I was rehearsing some of the english sentences for the upcoming test, when I heard humming. I recognised the voice immeadiately. It was my supposed ‘soulmate’s voice!

There was something wrong with it. It sounded... hopeless? I’m not sure how to describe it. It kind of sounded as if they were on the verge of breaking down.

“Hold on a second. I know this song!” I thought to myself. I was sure that they needed help

Y/N’S POV

It was calming, just you and the music. Or at least, it would’ve been so if you weren’t fighting yourself about the events of a few hours ago.

It was silent. Until a voice suddely popped up in your head and started singing.

You know I want you,

It's not a secret I try to hide

A small smile appeared on your face, hearing the fammiliar voice of your soulmate.

I know you want me

So don't keep saying our hands are tied

You claim it's not in the cards

And fate is pulling you miles away

And out of reach from me

But you're here in my heart

So who can stop me if I decide

That you're my destiny?

...

What if we rewrite the stars?

Say you were made to be mine

Nothing could keep us apart

You'd be the one I was meant to find

It's up to you, and it's up to me

No one can say what we get to be

So why don't we rewrite the stars?

Maybe the world could be ours

Tonight...

You sighed. Knowing fully well that it has a small chance of happening. So, you answered.

You think it's easy..

You think I don't wanna run to you

But there are mountains

And there are doors that we can't walk through

I know you're wondering why because we're able to be

Just you and me within these walls

But when we go outside, you're gonna wake up and see

That it was hopeless after all...

No one can rewrite the stars

How can you say you'll be mine?

Everything keeps us apart

And I'm not the one you were meant to find

It's not up to you

It's not up to me

When everyone tells us what we can be

How can we rewrite the stars?

Say that the world can be ours

Tonight...

All I want is to fly with you

All I want is to fall with you

So just give me all of you

It feels impossible

It's not impossible

Is it impossible?

Say that it's possible

How do we rewrite the stars?

Say you were made to be mine?

Nothing can keep us apart

'Cause you are the one I was meant to find

It's up to you

And it's up to me

No one can say what we get to be

And why don't we rewrite the stars?

Changing the world to be ours

At this point, you’re silently crying. To finish the song, you softly whispered the last four lines

You know I want you

It's not a secret I try to hide

But I can't have you

We're bound to break and my hands are tied

“Thank you..” you whispered, smiling softly

Author: Note to future self; Never use Lunar’s writing style again, it doesn’t mix with yours

Also part two?

#suga #sugawara #sugawara koushi #suga x reader #sugawara angst #sugawara x reader #nacho writes

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sleepysloth99 · 3 years

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Pt 1

Warning: This isn't as upbeat as most of my posts are. Drug use is mentioned, violence, (of course, it's a Walking Dead AU!) So yeah if that's upsetting please skip this :)

The Walking Dead x Pigpen Crossover (AU)

Written by sleepysloth99

Part 1, Boss?

Jinhyeok:

Jinhyeok was working the night shift at a pizza parlor the very first night the outbreak started. He figured he'd go to work for some money, that it wasn't that serious, that even if he did die it wouldn't necessarily matter since he didn't have anyone to miss him anyway. He was taking out the trash when he heard a subtle groan. He scanned the alleyway and saw a woman slumped, staring at a wall.

"Uh... ma'am? Place's closed. Please come back tomorrow. It's not safe to be out here so late anyway--"

He stared at her.

"Ma'am... you okay?"

She turned her head and only to his surprise she was paleish green. Eyes a milky white, flesh completely rotten. Jinhyeok froze in fear.

"Wha... what the hell?" He just barely got away when the adrenaline started pumping and he dashed his way back inside.

"Kim-- sir-- there..." he panted "there's a lady... she... she--"

His boss Kim spun in his chair groaning.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Jinhyeok screamed. Kim was a big guy... 500 lbs to be exact. So to be stuck in a narrow pizza parlor with a chubby undead guy and no weapon was a death trap.

Jinhyeok knew he had to take action. He looked around for anything close by and found a pipe sticking out of the wall. He gave it a firm tug, hands slipping from sweat as Kim slowly stumbled to him. He just barely got chomped when it broke off and he hit him on the head.

Stunned but adrenaline still pumping, Jinhyeok gave Kim a few hits, when he struck him hard on the head. The impact breaking his head open. Jinhyeok falls back scared out of his mind. Kim's brains spilled all on the tiles.

Jinhyeok knew he had to run. He grabbed his backpack, packed a few things including the pipe, and sped off on the delivery bike.

Part 2: A Memorable Night

Romi:

Saturday night, 11:45 p.m. Romi was in the bathroom at her friend's house applying eyeliner.

"Yo! Romi! You almost done in there?" Shouted Ha-rin.

"Yeah! Hold on!" Said Romi, popping her lips to press the lip tint in. Tonight was going to be the best night ever. The night before she leaves back to college. Before she had to study again. It was going to be memorable.

And it was... just not that way she was expecting.

"Ooh you look nice!" Said Ha-rin, oogling Romi's outfit. From the black tank top to the contrasted pleated skirt with fishnets and heels, Ha-rin loved it.

"Aw thanks! You too!" Replied Romi, oogling Ha-rin's short pastel strawberry dress and dangly earrings.

They rushed into the car and drove for a good 30 minutes, taking a few sips of vodka along the way. When they arrived they pulled up to a massive abandoned church with a graveyard and everything. People were dancing, taking shots, getting high, etcetera. Much to Romi and Ha-rin's amusement, some folks were dressed as monsters in bikinis.

Once they settled with their drinks, Ha-rin pulled Romi aside.

"Hey... so... I heard Byung-ho was gonna be here tonight and uh..."

"You want me to give you guys some privacy... right?" Asked Romi with a smirk.

Ha-rin nodded.

"Sure thing." Said Romi, and off she went.

For the next four hours she went around the lot. Dancing, drinking, smoked a bit, and talked to random strangers. She went to the bathroom to touch up some of her foundation and checked her phone.

"Huh... it's been hours now and Ha-rin hasn't even texted me."

She stands there in front of the mirror. Internally debating if she should shoot her a text or not. She went to put her phone back in her purse when suddenly a hunch made her pause abruptly.

She wasn't sure why but she had a feeling that Ha-rin was in trouble...

By now she had left the bathroom and is pushing random people through the crowd.

"HA-RIN.... HA-RIN!!!" Romi shouted out, but was overpowered by the loud speakers. Everyone was crowding her, pushing and pulling when she looked to her left and saw a group of people running and screaming.

"RUN!" Yelled a man from the crowd.

Romi looked around when she saw a rotting old woman bite the neck of a young man.

Romi was too shocked and horrified to even scream. All she thought was... *"Oh no... Ha-rin... she--"*

Her phone buzzed.

Romi checked her phone... it was Ha-rin.

"Romi you gotta come here"

"NOW"

She frantically typed.

"Where are you? What's going on?"

The god forsaken ellipsis chat bubble popped up for what felt like hours.

"I'm in the cellar. Some guy crawled through the window and bit Byung-ho."

"Romi he's not moving. I'm scared!"

"Are you safe?" Romi typed.

"Yeah considering. I'm hiding in the little closet under the stairs."

Romi: "Okay stay where you are. I'm on the way."

Ha-rin: "And Romi--"

A guy bumped into her, dropping her phone. Instantly the screen shattered into a million pieces.

"Hey watch where you're--"

Romi choked on her words. The guy that bumped into her was... dead.

She stumbled and fell from her heels.

*"Ah... ah... shit. What do I do?! I don't have anything on me to fight! All I have are these heels and-- wait!"

The walker fell on top of her and was only a few inches away from her face. In the midst of her panic she kicked her heel off and upwards. In her reach she pushed the walker away and pierced the stiletto through its eye. She pushed the corpse away, making a group of people trip. She took off her other stiletto and made a run for it. The cellar was down the hall to the left. Where some of those things were pouring out of.

"Looks like my only way to her is to fight them." Romi said, gritting her teeth at all the sprinkles of glass penetrating her feet.

One by one each walker slowly stumbled up to her, and each time she took her heels and hit them in the brain. Only a few times did they get stuck in the heads of them. But Romi managed, she pulled through, she made it to the cellar.

"HA-RIN! HA-RIN! I'M HERE! HA....rin...."

Romi mumbled the last bit. She was too late. Her stomach tightened and dropped at the sight of her best friend's organs being torn and feasted on bit by bit.

Romi couldn't even gag. She was just out of it completely... only snapping back when Ha-rin reached her hand out.

"Rom..."

"HA-RIN!"

"Don't...don't... come closer..."

"NO I'M NOT LEAVING YOU BEHIND! HA-RIN! HA-RIN!"

"I... love you... Rom-com*..."

(Rom-com was Romi's nickname. The only person that got to call her that was Ha-rin.)

Much to Romi's dismay she fled. Fighting her way out and stealing a pair of sneakers on her way out. Heels still in each hand for defense.

She walked for a few hours through the woods. Avoiding the walkers and made it to the road. Empty but a clear view.

There she saw bright headlights... the sound of a motorcycle echoed through the trees.

"Hey... HEY WAIT WAIT STOP PLEASE!"

The driver made a sharp turn, almost hitting Romi.

The driver took off their helmet. There a man with black hair and tired eyes stood.

"What are you doing out here? You do realize what's going on... right?" He asked.

Romi fell her knees.

"YOUGOTTAHELPMEPLEASETHEREWASA--AND AND MY FRIEND-- HA-RIN SHE-SHE--"

The man raised his hand.

"Hey calm down... and lower your voice. Don't want those things hearing us. Now... what happened?"

Romi took sharp pants.

"My friend... Ha-rin she... she... IT'S ALLMYFAULTISHOULDVENEVERLEFTHERSI•HA•IDE!" She bawled. Covering her face in shame and defeat.

The Man frowned.

"It's okay... you don't have to tell me. Get on."

She got on the bike and they sped off.

The Man's eyes filled with fear. "Shit... you hear that? They know where we are. You got a gun or something?"

"All I have are these heels but believe me they work..." Romi commented with a menacing tone.

"Great. Take them out. I'll keep driving." Said The Man

Each side came one or two walkers. Romi stabbed as many as she could, aiming for the eyes and the head. It was all going well when her stiletto got caught on a walker's head, making her lose one of her only weapons.

"How are we doing back there?" The Man yelled.

"Lost one heel." She answered.

The Man sighed.

"Okay... do you know how to drive?" He asked.

"Yeah, why?" She answered.

"Alright... take the wheel while I handle them." The Man commanded.

Romi was going to ask if he was sure but all she needed was one look in his cold, threatening eyes to know he was sure.

She quickly switched places with him. Now she was driving the bike, turning every now and then to avoid the potholes and whatnot. The Man pulled out a pipe and whacked each walker. Each hit a loud "B O N G" rung out. A split road leading up to a bridge was spotted by the two.

"Okay... we should go up there. Get higher ground." The Man suggested. Romi nodded in agreement.

"Once we're above we should scout for something. Whether it's a payphone, gas station, something that can help us find someone or supplies at least." Romi suggested.

"Right... yeah good idea!" The Man exclaimed. He looked at her with a cocky smirk.

"You know... we make a pretty good team. I'm Romi. What's your name?" She asks, making a turn.

"Nice to meet you Romi, I'm Jinhyeok."

•To be continued•

How was that guys? I was talking with a friend on Discord and suddenly thought of this. If you guys want I can post some more parts featuring Minu, Yumi, mom, dad, and maybe Taehui. This was my first time writing an apocalyptic setting and since my head has been nothing but Walking Dead Game brainrot, figured I oughta put it to good use. :)

#manhwa #webtoon #pigpen+webtoon #pigpen #the walking dead game #the walking dead au #alternate universe #fanfic #zombie apocolypse au #carnby+kim #jinhyeok song #night 1 #outbreak #apocalypse #apocalypticfiction #zombie #walkers #muertos #sorry if this sucks

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annaphoenix1994 · 3 years

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Colter - Who the Hell is Leviticus Cornwall?

A few days later...

𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓪 𝓫𝓪𝓭 𝓯𝓮𝔀 𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓴𝓼, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓓𝓾𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓓𝓾𝓽𝓬𝓱, 𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓾𝓼𝔂 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓼, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓓𝓾𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓓𝓾𝓽𝓬𝓱, 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓿𝓮 𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓫𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼.

"I thought you was reading him his last rites," Arthur teased to Reverend Swanson as he was doing his daily check-in on John, tending to his injuries. "Now I see you're introducing him to your other passion."

"I'll mind you to show me some respect, Mister Morgan." The old man grit as he stood to face him.

"Mind away, Reverend," Arthur snarked. He had always wondered why he was such a gruff, but he didn't care. The ways of being an outlaw had hardened him and he knew this was his way of living until the very end. He had no time to care about a person's feelings. "You're still here, then?" He asked John as he took the seat next to his cot.

"I owe you." John replied.

"And you'll pay me. But for the moment, just rest," Arthur assured him, looking at the blood-stained bandages covering his wound. The men shared a chuckle as they looked back at the moment, trying to find something funny in the situation to alleviate the stress within the camp, but it helped as much as relying on a small fire to keep warm in a blizzard with no barricade from the wind.

Arthur's shoulders shuddered as Dutch rushed through the door with the stolen manuscript in his hand.

"Arthur! I think it's time for the train," Dutch explained as he walked to the men.

"You want me to come?" John volunteered.

"Of course I do, but look at you," Dutch replied.

"I was always ugly, Dutch," John replied as he tried to circulate blood through his limbs by trying to sit up, his head aching as he did so. "It's just a scratch."

"Lie still, son," Dutch commanded as Abigail and Jack had now entered the cabin. Another ping of jealousy entered Arthur's chest as he looked at the young boy, wishing that he was his father. Jack looked a lot like Arthur's own son, Isaac, but he was tragically lost along with his mother, Eliza, during a robbery at their home in which Arthur was not involved in. He had sworn to himself that he would forever carry the burden and guilt of feeling like he was the reason for their deaths and for not being there to protect them, but he relentlessly held back the guilt as he tried to move on from the memory by not talking to anybody about it unless he chose for it to be brief, but it was never enough.

He grinned at the boy as he got closer to his father, letting himself become happy that the closure of treating Jack like a son filled the space of losing his own.

"Hello, Abigail, Jackie," Dutch greeted as Arthur nodded and stood from the chair, offering it to either Abigail or Jack.

"The boy wanted to see you, John," Abigail stated as Jack approached his father slowly with a worried and scared look on his face. His brown eyes were full of tears as his hands were curled together against his chest.

"He's seen me now," John replied, avoiding eye contact with the boy. "What about you?" He asked, looking for reassurance that he was still wanted by her.

"Guess I was hoping to see a corpse," She hissed.

John scoffed, "Bind your time. You'll see plenty of them,"

"You're a rotten man, John Marston!" She snarled as Jack clung to her. Arthur looked at John in disgust as he was yet to see that he didn't realize that he had a blessing right in front of him and he didn't take it.

'What a fool, Marston!' Arthur thought to himself as he watched Abigail and Jack.

"He is an idiot, Abigail, we all know it," Dutch intervened. "Now, railwaymen," He continued as he motioned for Arthur to follow him into the midday. The camp was relieved to feel the brief warmth of the sun aside from the harsh wind and snow. "Bill, now you ride ahead and set the charge at the water tower, just before the tunnel," Dutch commanded.

"Ain't a problem!" Bill replied as he spurred his horse to walk.

"Why are we doing this?" Hosea interrupted. "Weather's breaking, we could leave!" He proposed. "I-I thought we was lying low!"

"What do you want from me, Hosea?" Dutch questioned as he tightened the cinch on his saddle.

"I just don't want any more folks to die, Dutch!"

"We're living, Hosea, we're living. Look at me, I'm living...even you! But we need money, everything we have's in Blackwater. You fancy heading back there?"

"No," Hosea grumbled. "Listen, Dutch, I ain't tryin' to undermine you, I just...I just wanna stick to the plan which was to lie low, then head back out west. Now suddenly, we're about to rob a train,"

"What choice have we got? We gotta get to that train before Minnie Barlow does!" Dutch proposed, his voice low.

"Leviticus Cornwall's no joke, Dutch. There's a reason why Minnie Barlow backed out of that deal. He's-"

"Who is Leviticus Cornwall?" Arthur intervened.

"He's a big railway magnate, sugar dealer, oilman," Hosea replied.

"Well, how good for him!" Dutch snarked. "Sounds like he has more than enough to share!"

"Dutch!" Hosea scolded as Dutch pushed past the old man.

"Gentlemen, it is time to make something of ourselves. Get your horses ready, we have a train to rob," He commanded as he mounted his snow-white Arabian, who he had named The Count.

───※ ·❆· ※───

"Who in the hell is this bastard?" Minnie whispered to herself as she looked at a chubby man with a brown trench coat lurking around the railroad tracks through her binoculars. She looked around slowly, looking for any signs of other men. So far, it had only been him. She studied him further to see that he was planting dynamite under the tracks in order to stop the soon-to-be train. Immediately, she assumed him to be an O'Driscoll, but soon swept the thought from her mind as no evidence of green was present on him, which was something that was sworn as soon as a member joined Colm O'Driscoll's gang.

She took another deep breath as she continued to look through her binoculars, looking out further into the landscape, almost startling as she saw a group of men on horseback on the ridge in front of her, just atop a man-made tunnel. She giggled to herself, "Huh, these boys look dumber than Colm O'Driscoll - robbin' a train in plain sight like this! I guess I'll have to show 'em how it's done!" She smirked as she slowly made her way to her horse, riding off quietly in the opposite direction to catch the train before them. She slid her bandana over her nose as the train was barrelling the tracks just half a mile up the way. She rode her horse as close as she could before climbing on the second from the last car, quietly taking out the two guards. The train quaked around the bend, passing the water tower. She knew the dynamite wasn't going to successfully blow as she took note of how incorrectly the 'dumb chubby bastard' wired it up.

She smirked as she looked over the train's railing to see three of the men running on foot towards the lip of the tunnel, landing on the car just in front of her, one of them falling off after the impact. Luckily, they didn't notice her. She slowly crept forward, taking any loot she could from the fallen guards as she made her way up towards the roof of the passenger car only to see a large man in a blue coat pulling up another man who was clinging to the edge. Her eyes widened as she noticed one of Cornwall's men aiming a gun at them once he found his balance atop the car. Before the two men who were helping each other could react, Minnie had already fired her shot, saving their lives.

"Why in the fuck did I do that?" She said, getting their attention. She made brief eye contact with the now tall man in the blue coat. Her hazel eyes connecting with his blue. He looked speechless as she could tell his jaw was dropped behind his bandana. His worn leather hat hid most of his features, but she would permanently remember the color of his eyes for the rest of her life. He went to speak before she wiped a piece of blonde hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear as she turned her back to them as she jumped down to the car below, taking her Litchfield Repeater from her shoulder, firing fourteen rounds through the air as she took out every guard in her path as the two men were making their own paths a couple of cars ahead of her. She hid as she felt the train jolt to a harsh stop, fearing that they would try to kill her once the gunfire had stopped.

"Who was that?" One of the men asked frantically as they stepped off of the train. The man sounded African American, but she didn't want to assume.

"Believe that was our friend Miss Barlow!" The other man said. His voice sounded like a mix of southern and Irish descent, but she didn't let herself focus too much on this "man in blue" as she had plenty of other things to worry about at that moment. Gunfire started again, but it was Cornwall's best men arriving for battle as they exited the passenger cars, showering the two outlaws outside. She was never one to run from a fight, but she didn't know who she was fighting aside from Cornwall. Were they outlaws like her? Were they bounty hunters? Were they Pinkertons?

Frantic thoughts went through her head as she made her way towards the front of the train only to be lept on by one of Cornwall's guards. He used the back of his hand to slap her cheek, causing her bandana to slip over her nose and gather around her neck. "Scum!" He spits at her as one of his palms was around her throat, his other hand reaching for her pistol.

"Bite me!" She retorted as she used her knee to aim into his groin, causing him to groan in pain, but he tightened his grip in response. She grit her teeth together as she refused to give up, her eyes jolting open as the man suddenly collapsed on top of her with the echo of a gunshot fainting away behind. She growled as she pushed the man off of her, looking up to see the "man in blue" slowly approaching her.

"You okay, Miss?" He dared to ask.

"Do I look okay?" She retorted.

"Well," He chuckled softly. "No." He said as he held out his hand. She didn't know why, but she took his gesture and was rather surprised at how effortless he hoisted her to her feet, quickly putting her bandana back over her nose before he could recognize her.

"Thanks," She nodded as the brief silence was interrupted by more gunshots. "Goddamn! How many more are here?!" She shouted as she helped take as many shots as she could, taking a post the farthest away from "the man in blue" as she couldn't yet trust him. She couldn't trust anybody. As only a couple of enemies were left, she slowly slid away out of sight, using the rocky hillside to sneak away without a trace. She pressed her back against the cliff wall, taking a deep breath, her heart racing.

'I don't know about findin' love, but that sure excited me,' She breathed to herself in regards to "the man in blue," remembering how beautiful his eyes were to her and how inviting he made himself appear. She was never one to wish to see someone again, but she sure hoped to see the fellow outlaw without his bandana.

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Arthur and Lenny successfully cleared out the remaining guards from one of the train cars, taking a quick break from the ceased gunfire to catch their breaths.

"Arthur, who was that woman?" Lenny asked, panting.

"I think that was who we think it was," Arthur replied, distraught and panicked, wondering if he really did come into contact with her or if he was letting his mind play tricks on him. What ever it was, her sharp hazel eyes captured a spot in his memory forever, how just a few brown speckles were splotched in her irises kept them from being an emerald green. He wondered if she was okay, but he assumed so as there was no sign of her anywhere. He took a deep breath and loaded more bullets into his revolver as he heard horse hooves approach, thankful that it was Dutch and the rest of the men.

"Are you two alright?" Dutch asked.

"Yes, let's get the money and go," Arthur grunted.

"We got some fellers holed up in that last car," Dutch said, pointing towards the stopped train.

"Ah, shit,"

"What are you boys planning on doing in there?" Dutch commanded. "Listen to me, we don't wanna kill any of ya - any more of ya," He said, winning a sinister snicker from his gang. "I give you my word, but trust me, we will!"

"I work for Leviticus Cornwall! We got our orders!" One of the men holed up inside shouted.

"Okay, you asked for it," Dutch shook his head. "Five!"

"We ain't openin' this door!"

"Four! Three, two, one!" Dutch taunted. "Seems our friends have gone deaf! Wake 'em up a little!" He shouted before he and the rest of the gang littered the first class train car with bullets. The gang could see the luxury from outside through the bullet holes, eager to make their way inside at a peek of what a luxury life could get them. More importantly, looting the safe.

"You got no way in here!"

"That's enough!" Dutch commanded. "Mr. Williamson, give Mr. Morgan and Mr. Smith some dynamite. You two boys go blow that door open,"

Arthur nodded as he took the explosives from Bill, walking towards the train aggressively as he tossed a stick of dynamite to Charles, the men planting the explosives in the wedge of the steel door.

"Now don't matter too much to us, but you boys in there, might wanna take a step back!" Dutch warned.

"Here we go!" Arthur warned as he and Charles lit a match from the bottom of their boots, walking away from the car quickly before it blew, spooking all of their horses and every animal within five miles, probably alerting local lawmen as well.

"Alright, come on! Just walk on out here!" Dutch commanded to the remaining employees. "We don't wanna kill you, we just wanna rob your boss,"

"Sounds like they ride with Minnie Barlow," One man whispered to the other as they slowly walked out of the car with their hands up. The hushed sentence didn't go unnoticed as Arthur harshly pushed them onto their knees into the snow, greeting them with the barrel of his revolver. "You don't know what you're talkin' about," Arthur hissed as he made his way into the train car. A brief thought of 'Why in the hell are you so protective over her?' crossed his mind as he entered the car, but soon forgot about the subject as he looted the grand desk and matching cabinets, taking a fine bottle of brandy and cigars during his search.

"Look at this place! It's like a palace!" Lenny gawked.

"Now I've seen everything," Arthur replied. "You two got the safe?"

"Oh yes, should be easy as cake!" Micah sneered as he and Lenny made their way to the safe.

Arthur continued to look through the drawers surrounding the car, taking some bonds he found as one of the many prizes Dutch would like to show. Upon finding a few letters addressed to Mr. Cornwall, he found yet again another 'Wanted' poster of Minnie:

"WANTED"

DEAD OR ALIVE

$8,000.00

MINNIE "BANDIT" BARLOW

THEFT, ROBBERY, and ARSON

APPROACH WITH CAUTION

LAST SEEN OUTSIDE CITADEL ROCK, NEW HANOVER

'For eight-thousand, she could turn herself in and still get out,' Arthur chuckled to himself as he put away the poster, welcoming that warm and "fluttery" feeling in his chest. Excitement? As he thought more on the subject, he now had a reason to find her for saving his life.

"How's it looking in there?" Dutch shouted from outside. Arthur shook his head from his thoughts as he met up with Micah and Lenny, their hands full of papers.

"What're those?" Arthur asked.

"Just a pile of papers," Micah replied.

"Bonds?" Arthur asked.

"I don't think so," Micah said as he turned to Lenny. "Here, make yourself useful. Least we all know you can read," He sneered to the colored boy.

"Shut up, Micah!" Lenny snarled as he jerked the papers from the greasy blonde cowboy.

"Railroad contracts, invoices, blah, blah, blah," Micah slurred. "You got anything besides another picture of that steamin' blonde?" Micah insisted to Arthur, clearly trying to get him irritated, in which he succeeded. Arthur looked at him with haste in his eyes.

If looks could kill...

'Yeah, I got a beatin' waitin' on ya,' Arthur replied in his own thought at Micha's remark, only to realize that Micah had been talking to Lenny instead.

"Not really. Sugar imports from the Spanish West Indies... a lot of sugar," Lenny replied. "Some fancy new boat he's ordered from Europe."

"I am not robbing another boat for as long as I live," Micah chuckled. "Have you checked all the drawers and cabinets?"

Arthur didn't respond to his question as it was now intended towards him. Instead, he glared at him as he shook a stray hair from his face as he was due for a trim.

"Any luck, Arthur?" Lenny asked.

"Nothing much, yet," Arthur replied as he lept to the snow as he exited the train car to meet up with the others.

"What did you find?" Dutch asked as Arthur approached him, reaching into his satchel.

"These," He said as he handed him the papers. "Bonds. They worth anything?"

"Oh, sure," Dutch replied. "Bearer bonds. I think we can probably sell these pretty easily. Well done!" He encouraged. "Now would you get rid of all of this?"

"The train?" Arthur asked.

"Yeah, get it out of here,"

"What about them?"

"What do you think?" Dutch asked as both the men shrugged their shoulders.

"I don't know,"

Dutch chuckled, "It's up to you. Kill 'em, leave 'em here, take 'em with ya on the train. Just make sure they don't send no folk after us!"

"Okay!"

"See you back at camp!" Dutch said as he mounted The Count. "When you get back, we'll be moving on! The rest of you, let's ride!"

Arthur shook his head as he approached the man who assumed him and the gang to be riding with Miss Barlow, "Why are you askin' about Minnie Barlow?" He questioned.

The man shook his head, "I-I just know she's been seen robbin' trains around here, that's all. She robbed us before and our boss has it out for her!"

"It ain't her who's robbin' ya, it's the O'Driscoll gang." Arthur replied, protecting her from further pursuit.

"Th-then who are you?"

"Your worst nightmare if you and your men don't get back on that train," Arthur threatened, his tone low. The men nodded obediently as they scurried onto the car. Arthur soon ran to the main engine car, pulling the lever as he felt the train shift forwards. He jumped off and whistled for his new horse, surprised that the horse actually came at his command. He sat back in the saddle as he looked around the quiet snowfall, wondering how Minnie Barlow scurried off without a trace and wondering if she was okay. He looked around briefly, seeing small footprints that led to the outer rim of the ridge to where she escaped. With a smirk in the assurance that she escaped alive, he nudged his horse into a lope as he made his way back to camp.

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barnesaintdead · 4 years

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Pandora's Box Chapter One

Summary: Times have changed, great heroes were gone and all that remained was wreckage and lives to start over. After an alleged attack, Bucky is taken back to the past. With nightmares still vivid in his mind, he must choose between succumbing to fear or standing before it.

Warnings: smut, angst, mentions!abuse/rape/torture, +18

Word count: +1,200

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Mutant!OC

A/N: after Endgame, another Stark Tower was built in honor of Tony and everything he has done for the world. There are lots of details about him all the way in the new Tower. Also, I'm hearing Griss's soundtrack while writing this.

The first thing she noticed when her brain woke up was how cold her body was. The warm sunlight kissed her cheeks gently, seeping under her lashes and making her eyelids flutter open to a blinding white room. Observing her surroundings, she noticed she wasn't alone. A men was sitting next to her bed, a long forgotten book in his hands and low snores coming out of his parted lips. Her entire upper body ache when she tried to sit against the headboard silently. She stayed quiet, watching dust motes travel across the room in the early morning haze. It was a chilly one, for sure. Her last memories started to appear in quick flashes trough her head. She was sleeping peacefully when the first explosion startled everyone in the building, flames already taking over almost everything in the first round. And then a second and a third, and everything was chaos and smoke and her only wish was to crumble down with the building because, fuck, it was happening all over again. The the fourth explosion came, those strong arms that were holding her tight vanished in a split second and everything she knew was the hard ground and the iron taste on her tongue.

"Good morning, sunshine", the man greets, throwing her off of her reveries. He stretched his arms up in the air, joints cracking all the way.

"Why am I here?" She asked under a troubled look. Her eyes darted to the window. From that level, all she could bring up was the Statue of Tony Stark resting above the fountain, his hand aiming at something beyond the horizon. She was in the Stark Tower.

"You know why", Sam answered. "Pandora, am I right? Like in the files?"

The girl nodded once, her slender fingers tugging to the thin fabrid that covered her legs. The moment he called her by her codename, she knew she was doomed and he was already aware of everything she was and everything that was done to her. She wondered he knew a lot more than necessary when he swinged her personal diary in his hand before throwing at her side on the bed.

"I want you to see someone... Do you think you can walk?"

Pandora nods once more and start dragging her feet off the bed's edge, startling herself by the purple marks all along her skin. It wasn't a pretty view. The first steps were difficult, like the ones of a newborn doe, she would have fallen instantly without Sam's support on her waist. Side by side, they moved slowly towards the room next door.

Once Sam pushed the door open, her entire body tensed as if the blood in her veins had turned into ice. With her knees shaking, she stammered unconsciously:

"Zim... Zimniy s-soldat..." [Winter Soldier].

In his bed, Bucky's head moved to the side and his eyelids fluttered seconds before open slowly. His movements were lethargic by the sedatives.

"Gotov soblyudat..." [Ready to comply]. He flashes a weak smile, his voice nothing more but a growl and he focuse his blue irises on the terrified girl. "Nobody have called me that in a long time".

"Yeah. I call him asshole", Sam scoffed.

Pandora, still petrified, let a diminish laugh scape before forgetting the excruciating pain that was rushing furiously trough her body and let herself collapse against the cold floor. Images of a long lost life before her freedom takes place, filling her mind and projecting painful memories that went straight trough her heart like daggers.‎ Fear hit her hard and suddenly she is out of breath and the floor underneath her seems to disappear. Choking and trying to collect herself hysterically from the ground, she end up falling back onto Sam's grip. He hugged her tight and hid her face against his chest without hesitation, hiding her. Pandora's entire body trembled to the point of chattering teeth, her knuckles already white from tugging his shirt between her fingers.

"It's okay, darling. Nobody's gonna hurt you", Sam assured, whispering with lips touching her hair. "I promise. You can trust me, can't you? I'm here with you, nothing's gonna hurt you".

Sam had seen many post-traumatic stress atacks, more so panic ones. He knew how to deal with it. With her. She was scared and feeling unsafe and probably triggered by whatever Bucky said to her in russian, kidding or not. The first thing he did was lift them both from the ground and place her small crooked figure onto the spare bad next to the wall and covered her with the biggest blanket he could find at the moment. He watched as she started to roll herself up in a messy coccon mode.

"Don't worry, Panda. I'm gonna be here with you. Just breath, darling", Sam is now stroking long caresses across the girl's back. Bucky who had been silent trough the whole situation looked at her fondly, but there was still a hint of pain or guilt in his baby blue eyes. He knew he caused her that crisis. It was his fault. He desired to erase himself from her mind for a moment.

Almost an hour passed until Pandora was stable again. Her muscles were slowly untwining and letting her breathe properly, full deep inhales and long exhales to soothe her aching throat. Sam smiled when she looked at him with teary, but thankful eyes, but he kept his hand in motion caressing her for a while, observing how relaxed she was once she saw that were no danger. Not in him nor in the room or in Bucky's presence. She was now laying with face half buried in the sheets. looking dead into Bucky's figure like she was studying him.

"Feeling better?" Sam finally asks, taking a step back from the bed. Pandora nods and looks at him. "I need to report to Fury and get you both some food. Think you can manage to be alone here with him for a moment?"

"I guess... Yeah."

"I'll be back in a second then. Distract her, Barnes, will ya'?"

Bucky waved at him and whitin a second Sam was out of their sight. The air tensed a bit with the sudden silence, she wasn't much of a talker, neither was him, but they kept the eye contact before Bucky broke the connection to take a look outside the window.

"What happened to you?" Pandora's voice startles him, making him let out a chuckle begore putting his attention back on her. She was more mature, it was visible, there were some new scars, but still the same soft, childish features. Her question was short but complicated. He sighed.

"A lot, after Hydra. They wanted me to murder Steve, but I just couldn't finish. He broke the brainwash and after that I started to remember. When everything crumbled down, I found a place to stay in Bucharest", He lost himself in his thoughts for a moment, looking at his metal fingers. "I started a routine, everything was about remember who I was and be invisible. Then, the enemies came... Zemo, he caused a lot of problems... Thanos and the war. I turned to dust when he snapped his fingers, but Steve and the others brought us back. We fought, we won. I'm very thankful for their help. Shuri, who erased Hydra's poison from my head. I wouldn't be nothing without them, probably dead by now".

"So did you nightmares stopped?"

Bucky remembered his times under Hydra control once again, a specific moment, when he was in a cage. The girl next to him helped him sleep trough his nightmares that day. Pandora helped him even tho she was just as scared.

"Those never go away. They're always there, lurking inside my head", He laughed. "The nightmares never were about the brainwash, but about what I did when I was their puppet".

Pandora's eyes went to the ground. She understood him, her own nightmares almost drove her crazy most nights. She abused sleep pills and alcohol, but not even that made them go away. They would be always there. Her heart sinked into her chest for a second and then she heart his voice calling again.

"What about you?" He now had turned his body a bit to the side, for her to look at his front. The sheet went down a bit, showing his marked skin, so many scars in a tiny piece of him. A cold chill went down her spine.

"I was always running. Everytime something would get out of control, I just ran away to another city, then another state, and another country until I end up in that apartament".

"Get out of control...?" He lifted his eyebrow and she licked her lips.

"The things like those explosions and the fire?" She let out a faint laugh. "I'm used to that happening all time. I bring disgrace to everyone around me and that's why you should let me get out of here as soon as possible. I wouldn't want to ruin your lives."

"You mean you started the fire? You caused the explosions?" He asked.

"No. God, no. I... I didn't do anything is just... It happens around me, like I'm cursed or have this terribly bad luck", she shook her head. "I would never hurt anyone".

Outside the room, Sam and Fury listened carefully to their conversation. They new eachother from another times and leaving them alone was the best idea Sam had to show his boss that the girls wasn't a threat. Fury continued to listen while reading the girl's diary carefully while Sam got out to get the food he promised. When he got back, his boss was watching both of Hydra's best agents talking about their periods of peace and chaos with his hands befind his back.

"You hungry?" Sam asked munching on a big piece of his own cheeseburguer before handing one in the other man's direction.

Fury refused with a hand gesture and handed over her diary. He need to know nothing more, that was more than necessary.

"We're keeping her".

"Excuse me?"

"Project 001: Pandora", Fury repeated slowly, with a mischievous smirk in his face. "We're keeping her."

#bucky barnes x oc #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes multi shot #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky imagine #bucky fanfiction #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x oc #the winter soldier #bucky barnes smut #a bit of angst

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talesandfluff · 6 years

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Gelphie, 61?

Okay I have no excuse for this one. The prompt just reminded me of an extremely strong memory I have and no matter how hard I tried to find other ideas, I just couldn’t get them out. So I just wrote what I knew. First few paragraphs here, rest under the cut. It’s quite long (bout 2K words).

Some sort of modern AU, features Melena Thropp

61. Green wine bottles

It only takes one slip up from Boq, a brief accidental mention of Elphaba living with her mother for Glinda to become obsessed with the idea. How different than her own experience, whose parents supplied her an apartment in town with everything one might need to live on their own. It’s a novelty, a college student sharing a studio with her own mother in the very city she’s studying in, a quaint little picture in her mind. Every conversation is an excuse to try to pry an invitation home from Elphaba but the answer is a constant and firm no without a second thought. There is wheedling, all sorts of flattery, tricks and white lies, to no avail.

It takes a concourse of coincidences all in Glinda’s favor that make it happen. The college library closed for renovations, a group project with miscommunication on all parts that ended up having to be completed by the two of them for the next day, Glinda forgetting the books they needed in a friend’s room out for the weekend at the sorority house, the only spare copies are at Elphaba’s and the work has to be done.

“We’ll only be there for a few minutes,” Elphaba warns on the walk through the neighborhood she lives in − significantly distinct in class and status from Glinda’s, she notes with interest. “And you don’t need to come in.”

Glinda grabs her arm, leaning against her as they walk. Elphaba always tries to walk faster than she needs. Glinda always tries to slow her down.

“I know I don’t need to,” she says, squeezing Elphaba’s arm excitedly, “but I want to.”

Elphaba huffs and puffs. Glinda knows she might be pushing the limits, maybe even very close to the line of exasperation but then, there has never been anything she could do to put herself on the bad side of Elphaba’s good graces. A short visit to her home to satiate her curiosities can’t possibly change that.

The longer they walk, the more the skies seem to darken, though sunset is not for hours more. Maybe the buildings looming closer to one another, an older and less pristine part of town, street by street more downtrodden. In the distance, there’s shouts and a dog barking. Glinda is clutching Elphaba’s arm very tight indeed by the time Elphaba stops abruptly and dives in her pocket to get a heavy ring of keys out.

“This is me,” she announces.

She glances around worryingly, pulling Glinda to the side as she hurries to open the door. There’s a hole in the concrete wall that looks like it might have been from a gunshot. Glinda can’t help staring at it in awe and horror − she’s almost grateful for Elphaba dragging her inside if the entrance wasn’t just as appalling, half in ruins. The lights of the staircase are flickering, the stairs not cleaned in years, rotting wallpaper peeling off bit by bit. The air smells odd, something she can’t quite place and is not sure she wants to.

“Fourth floor,” Elphaba says. She holds herself differently in here, an even stricter restraint than the usual. “No elevator. This way.”

Glinda is made to walk up steep narrow stairs without even the reassurance of Elphaba leading the way − she insists on keeping an eye on Glinda as they make their way up. There seems to be danger lurking, suspicions about everything. At the third floor, Glinda spots an odd shadow in a corner and cries out, throwing herself into Elphaba’s arms before recognizing the shape as a large mutt napping on a puddle she would much rather not know the nature of.

“But Elphie, how can you…”

Elphaba’s face is immutable stone.

“It’ll just be a few minutes,” she repeats. Her purpose seems to have changed since they’ve walked inside, not so intent on just keeping her privacy anymore but rather guarding Glinda’s sensitivities. It might be too late for that, Glinda tells herself, noting a large hole in one of the apartment doors that might have been from some weapon. She nods at Elphaba, walking up the stairs again. A few minutes. She can handle that much.

At the fourth floor, Elphaba’s hand is suddenly at her shoulder, rubbing a soothing circle and looking her in the eyes as she speaks from very close, a whisper she’s afraid to let anybody hear.

“You’re staying in the hall,” she orders. “I’ll pick up the books and we’ll go back to your place to…” Her gaze wanders to a dirty brown door by the window. “Oh, what the shit!”

The hand is dropped as Elphaba takes giant leaps towards the door, fuming with anger for a reason unknown to Glinda. As soon as Elphaba’s back is to her, she tries to gather herself, hugging her sides. She wishes she could lean against a wall, make herself tiny and forgotten, but one glance at the state of the walls convinces her otherwise.

“I fucking told her,” Elphaba grumbles. “I’m sorry, just a sec.”

She starts to pick up a heap of what appears, despite the low light, to be trash bags. They clang against each other soundly as she paces past Glinda briskly to drop them down the chute at the end of the short corridor.

“I told her to not leave them there like a…” Banging on the door that appears to be hers, she starts shouting as she unlocks half a dozen locks in record time. “I told you not to leave the trash in the hall, for fuck’s sake!”

Some time and Elphaba disappears through the door, leaving it wide open. Glinda attempts a few steps towards it to catch a glimpse of the inside but a foreign voice speaks up and she freezes into place for fear of being caught.

“Oh, aren’t you the perfect homemaker. I was gonna get them.”

The sarcasm dripping in that voice, Glinda thinks she might have recognized Elphaba’s mother as such even without the context.

“Get them now,” Elphaba hisses. “I have to grab my books, Glinda’s waiting for me in the hall and she’s going to think we're…”

“Well don’t you let me mess with your date.” Glinda blushes and is thankful for no one to see it. “I have one of my own. Well, ‘date’, you know what I mean. Pass the setting spray, these wings are too good to rub off. Nanny visited, you know. Top drawer. She didn’t say anything about the trash, so I don’t know why you’re so butthurt about it… Anyway, I was just leaving.”

Quietly, Glinda tiptoes to the still gaping door, just in time to be face to face with the woman she so ardently craved to meet just minutes ago. She doesn’t know what she wants anymore. Melena Thropp is nothing she expected her to be, if she had any expectations at all. Long copper hair tied up in a bun, she’s wearing clothes that might have come from the closet of Glinda’s sorority sisters ten years ago, a loose neon pink crop top and tiny denim shorts, high heels Glinda wouldn’t know how to walk on. Though her eyes are tired and there’s something off in her gaze, her makeup is as good as promised. At least there is that. Much shorter than Elphaba, there would be no way to guess they were family if it weren’t for the sarcastic grin plastered on her face as she passes Glinda. She pinches her cheek on her way out.

“Oh, look at you, you pretty thing! You two have a great night, now.” To Elphaba still inside the apartment, she shouts back. “I’ll be late, frog, don’t worry about me!”

Glinda closes the mouth that had started gaping, straightens her spine. Melena hops down the stairs in a hurry, some thick cheap perfume trailing behind her. When Glinda turns back, Elphaba is leaning into the doorway severely.

“So, erm…” Glinda shuffles awkwardly. “Your mother seems…”

“She didn’t get the trash bags,” Elphaba cuts her rashly.

There’s an anger to her that wasn’t there before, or maybe Glinda didn’t notice it. She’s starting to wonder how many things she never realized about Elphaba. The tension surrounding her, the scowl she tries to hide… She seems much too hasty to get all the trash down the chute, so much so that, in her hurry to haul it, one of the bag bursts open and a cascade of glass bottles crash down onto the floor, rolling in every direction.

“Fucking sh… crap… Fuck.”

Elphaba drops to her knees, her head between her hand. Glinda rushes to help and though by the tensing of Elphaba’s shoulders, the stern glance she gives her, she knows the help is not entirely welcome, she gives it nonetheless. The first bottle she grabs is green and heavy, the cork pushed halfway down, some last red drops still swishing at the bottom. So is the second one, and the third, so many bottles. She wonders how long they’ve been there, how long it took for them to be consumed. It’s not for her to know, though. She puts them down next to Elphaba who in all this mess hasn’t moved an inch. Suddenly she leaps to her feet, paying Glinda no glance. She disappears in the apartment a minute, comes back with a new bag and one by one, they pile all the bottles down.

“I thought these had a deposit value…”

“Don’t wanna go back to the store with 'em,” Elphaba mutters. “I shouldn’t be the one doing it anyways.” She ties the bag handles close and shoves it down the chute with a particular harshness.

Glinda breathes and gathers the courage to grab Elphaba’s hand, but it is quickly dropped as if Elphaba had been burned.

“I’ll get the books,” she says. “You… You can come in a second. If you want.”

“That sounds nice,” Glinda smiles.

The inside of the apartment is almost a relief compared to the grimness of the rest of the building. There is dust, though less than the sickening layer shrouding the stairs, but there are attempts at some order. In a corner, there’s a twin bed with rumpled covers and the sofa near the only window of the room is slept in as well. Judging by the piles of books on the coffee table nearby, the small potted plant blooming there despite everything, there is no guessing which is Elphaba’s bedding. The sink is filled to the brim with dirty dishes and littering the floor of the kitchen corner are even more green glass bottles, some of them empty, some not. Glinda sits down in an old leather armchair that has a slash across the arm rest, revealing foam underneath.

“Let me just…”

Elphaba grabs yet another bag, quickly shoving the mess into it, glass clanging against glass, hiding it away as if Glinda hadn’t seen it all, as if stashing it into a bag would make the rest of it disappear. Glinda looks down, taps against her knees. Maybe if she pretends she’s not seeing anything, it will go away. Elphaba can fuss all she wants if it pleases her, if it soothes her. Soon it’s the textbooks she’s after.

“I put them somewhere under…” Elphaba picks up some books, searching through the piles before pulling them up victoriously. “Ah ha!”

Glinda smiles. It’s good to feel Elphaba quiet down even for such a small thing. There’s a fondness blossoming inside her that she’s not sure she knew before. Maybe it was always there.

“Are we ready to go?” She asks.

Elphaba meets her eyes for the first time, some unknown doubt in them. Glinda didn’t know that either, that Elphaba could be anything other than strong and stubborn.

“Yeah, just let me…”

She opens the top drawer of a small dresser and grabs an envelope from it. With a skinny thumb, she counts its content once, twice, pulls a face and shoves the whole thing into her bag.

“We’re ready to go.”

The way down has Glinda much more relaxed, knowing Elphaba is at her back, but she’s glad for the dark blue sky outside. The air of the evening smells fresh and clean even in the city. Stars are slowly starting to appear.

“My place?”

Elphaba nods. Glinda wishes she had something to say, a kindness to share, but the words come short. She settles for grabbing Elphaba’s hand, their fingers interlacing, palms meeting. Elphaba squints in confusion. Glinda smiles and squeezes the hand gently. And Elphaba squeezes it back.

#gelphie #wicked #fanfiction #writing #glinda upland #elphaba thropp #melena thropp #cw alcoholism #tacticalgrandma

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lightsorigins · 3 years

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Fluctuations

When he opened his eyes, Malden remained as straight as a board. He stared at the bedroom ceiling for a few seconds before turning his head to the window. The shutters were wide open. Yet he remembered that Kieran had closed them the night before. It didn't matter. He stood up slowly and felt the icy cold of the systemic dawn make him shiver. It was around nine o'clock, the sun was rising. Even slower than he was, he thought. Malden knew that it was not easy to be more phlegmatic than he was.

- Except you, Mr. Sun," he murmured, still leaning out the window.

He lost himself in his thoughts for a few minutes. Now that he'd had a good time with his friend, he'd have to think about going home and face his mother's wrath for allowing himself to leave the day before. What an idea to get up so early! He remembered very well that sleep had come late, and fatigue would quickly overcome him during the day. Malden turned and saw Kieran lying on his back, his blanket over part of his body diagonally. He was sleeping with his mouth open and snoring so loudly he could have woken a dragon. The sight made him chuckle.

Discreetly, he collected his things, put on his shoes, and left the apartment without waking anyone. He put on his headphones and played "How Long Can I Go" by "Sam Celentano". Once outside, several options came to mind. There was a park north of Lausya, where he often went to play sports. He also had a painting he had started and wanted to finish. However, the longer he stayed outside, the more problems he would have to deal with when he returned.

- It's up to me. I can go to the park and do push-ups. Take up my painting, knowing that I might run into mom. Maybe I can give Sylva a call and see if I can't come over early. I could have stayed at Kieran's, but now that I'm out, I'm not going to wake him up to come back... And seeing as he's asleep, he won't wake up, that's for sure, he concluded by putting his hand on his face.

Malden suddenly noticed that he had a few unread messages. Naturally, these were from his mother. The most important one was this:

"I don't appreciate your attitude lately. We'll have a discussion as soon as you get home. You know there are rules to follow in this house, and they apply to everyone, even you! »

The first response that came to mind was "You never liked my attitude, and you never understood me. "But he found it too tiring to get into a conflict with her. It was better not to escalate the situation. Akane, his mother, had been an adventurer during her youth. During certain periods, it happened that she went on adventures for a few weeks with her old group of friends. She is a Gial (Earth) atmologist, focused on the Veltôs (Control) path, and her atmology is an ochre red. At a very young age, Akane received a strict and hard education, and also underwent many hazing which forged her character for sure. She has never been an example of softness. This hard and uncompromising character made communication with Malden particularly complicated over the years.

It didn't matter in the end. Malden decided to get on his way and go home. He might as well face Mother Dragon as quickly as possible to put out the flames. Unfortunately, it didn't take much for his mood to be affected. These expressions from his mother reminded him how lonely he felt in his family, despite the good relationship he had with his sister Sawako, and his brother Hayate. He always ended up being seen as too intense, too whiny or touchy and moody. When he thought about it, however, Malden knew that factually he lacked nothing. He was a healthy, rather good-looking young man, good at a few subjects, athletic, with a group of sympathetic and understanding friends, a certain amount of freedom in his personal life, and so on. However, it seemed that something was missing.

It was as if there was a void somewhere. A fear of not living up to his own image, or of failing at what he could do. He was so special that he could be admired for the strangeness of his thoughts and artistic productions, but also stigmatized, and found "weird", or "unapproachable", to use terms he had heard about himself. Yet he longed to be accepted for who he was, without becoming like everyone else.

When he opened the door to the apartment, he expected to find his mother getting ready for work. Instead, he found Sawako sitting in the kitchen. She was having breakfast: a glass of hot delicatessen milk with a little pethmergale sugar. The whole thing made the milk look dark and creamy. She was reading a manga while smoking a cigarette.

- Hi! he said. I didn't think you'd be here at this hour. I thought I'd find Mom instead.

- Nah, she left pretty early this morning to buy some stuff. I don't think she's gonna be back for a while. Where did you go anyway? Kieran's?

- Yeah. We wanted to watch "Alvist Wars" quietly, but Isaac had come into my room yesterday to snoop on something. I yelled at her, she got involved and... well, you know mom.

- Yeah, I know what you mean. Well, she wasn't too happy about it. In fact, she was angry that you broke like that. I understand, but you could have avoided it, or told me about it. I would have tempered the situation a bit, you know how I usually do.

- I know, but Kieran kind of rushed me, I didn't have much time to make my decision. I've done this plenty of times before, but it seems like yesterday was worse than usual. Why is that?

- Didn't Mom tell you what we have to do tonight?

- No?

- Okay, too weird. Well, actually we're supposed to go to Welliyo with Dad, Mom and Helen to see Melva. Maybe there's some news about her memory, but nothing transcendent you know.

Malden hiccupped in surprise and recoiled slightly. He felt stupid, but also excluded for not having been kept in the loop.

- Is she serious? Why didn't she tell me?

- I think she was going to propose to you yesterday.

- Suggesting me the day before for the day after? What if I had something to do? Yes, I would have canceled. I would cancel anything to go see Melva, but still.

- Anyway, chances are that's why she's so upset about your escapade yesterday. You should just apologize and tell her you'll be there tonight, if you want to be safe. I'll cover for you, but do what I say. I mean, I'll figure out how to fix it, I'll improvise.

- And you think you can get Isaac to stop making my life miserable?

- Don't worry, I'll work it out by ruining his. There are a few things he and I need to discuss. He's still asleep, but I'm setting him up for a real wake-up call.

- You're handling it, thanks. I have to go see Sylvania this afternoon. Do you think you can handle that too?

- Consider it done," Sawako replied, winking at him.

Malden knew he could always count on her in many circumstances. At 27 years old, she was the oldest of her siblings, and therefore the one with the authority right after her parents. And fortunately, Sawako had a lot in common with Malden. Both of them were very sensitive and attached to their deepest values, but Sawako tended to be more withdrawn and passive than her brother. She was a specialist in the art of running away and saying nothing, letting go, sleeping and lazing around. Beyond her studies in water atmology, she loved to write poetry, fiction, and play video games with horror, romance, and role-playing themes. At least that's what her mother told her. Malden, on the other hand, was much more active and enjoyed going out, shopping and discovering more about the world around him. With his pocket money, he bought a lot of things like incense, posters and an infinite amount of clothes that he could wear according to his moods. Besides,

since he would have to go back to Sylvania in the afternoon, he started looking for different clothes to change into after his shower. Leaving his hair down, Malden put a diamond-shaped earring in his left ear, as well as a golden pendant with a small sphere. He put on a gray sweater with "N.O.T.H.I.N.G." in bright green letters. Further down, in small print, it read "Nobody On This Healthiest Irrelevant Narrow-minded Globality. ». Malden liked to wear this sweater when he wasn't sure how he felt. He often hoped that those closest to him would be able to decode this information and understand how he was feeling by carefully observing how he dressed. But it never worked.He went to his room to finish getting ready. After putting on his black shorts and sneakers, the same green as his sweater's typography, he heard his mother coming back to the apartment. Sawako immediately struck up a conversation with her. Malden reached out to listen.

- Malden is back to the point.

- Is he in his room?

- Yeah, but I think it's best to leave it alone for a bit today.

- Oh no! Have you seen how he's acting right now? I have to talk to him, this is too much. And he doesn't answer the messages I leave! That's not an attitude!

- I know, I know mom. But he's a teenager, so you have to imagine that he's going to do a few more silly things like that.

- Sawako, do you defend your brother when he takes the wrong path? Do you think you're helping him to act that way?

Akane spoke loudly and raised her voice with every sentence. She was panting, exhausted from bringing all the groceries alone from the store. Despite her intensive training as a fighter, she was much less active since she had built her family life, and was therefore much more quickly tired for actions that, in her youth, were just a walk in the park for her.

- Plus no one helped me with the groceries today! I have to do everything alone in this house, it's not possible! Call your father for me, so he can come and help me clean up instead of sleeping again!

- Mom, I'm not defending Malden, but I think you're overreacting a bit. He just went to Kieran's. He wanted to watch "Alvist Wars" and he came home early. He's doing well in school and he doesn't have bad company. Don't you think you should leave him alone for a while and deal with Suzanne and Hayate, who are always provoking him?

- Yes, yes it's good. Okay, I'll leave it. Let him do. Call your father now. Is Malden coming tonight so we can go visit Melva, yes or no?

- It will be there.

Malden smiled broadly and clenched his fist in victory. What could he do without Sawako? He felt himself growing wings. The weekend would probably be much more enjoyable than he had imagined. Grabbing his cell phone, he decided to send a message to Sylvania.

"Hi Sylva 😊! Do you think we could eat together this lunch? Like, at a snack bar not too far from your place, and then we spend the afternoon together like we said? »

Every time he took the time to send her a message, Malden's hands were shaking and sweaty. Would he choose the right words? Was he being pushy? Or too weird? Did she realize how he felt about her? And even worse: did he really feel something for her? And this something, was it love? It was so complex for him to understand, so difficult to be totally sure, considering the particular situation. Didn't she just remind him of his sister, who is now in the hospital and he misses her so much? Malden didn't know. He always came to the conclusion that it was probably best to let it go and see where it would take him.

His phone vibrated. It was her. She had just answered! He hurried to open the message.

"Hi Malden! That's a really cool proposal. Where do you want to eat? And what do you want to eat? Something usual and not too far away, just to do it quietly? »

"Noon, at the pizza place across the street from you? »

"Perfect! See you later! »

Since everything was already planned, all he had to do was spend the time he had left doing something he liked. So he threw himself into the painting he had started a few days ago. Malden was fond of searching for photographs of various places in the Mysticiën, and recently his attention had been drawn to pictures of the Omaltäb Forests in Almarosa territory to the south. He was busy redrawing the trees with pink, dark blue, green or even black foliage that could be found there. The simple fact of smelling the paint in the room made him feel a certain fullness that nothing else could give him. After taking care to lock the door of his room so as not to be disturbed, he painted for a long time and moved forward on his canvas. If for some reason he couldn't become an alvist or a martial artist, Malden knew he would become a painter and would do everything he could to fulfill that dream. And even if he did become an alvist and a martial artist, he would be a painter too! With his savings, he vowed to buy a high performance camera and take photographs from original angles and then redesign and paint unusual places in the country, giving them a special interpretation with special color schemes. This was how he would communicate to the world the way he perceived and felt the universe. This idea excited him.

Shortly before the appointment time, Malden rushed to the front door to get going. When he opened it, he passed the kitchen, where he saw his parents preparing dinner. While he was already on the landing, he heard his mother's authoritative voice.

- Be back by five o'clock, we'll go see Melva. We won't wait for you forever.

- Uh, yes, Mom. See you tonight!

- That's it," she said dismissively.

The sun was shining on Lausya, accompanied by a rather strong wind. A gust of wind blew straight towards Malden, removing his hood and messing up his hair. He who wanted to be elegant for Sylvania, it was from now on lost pain. He sighed discreetly while putting back his hood. That was not going to dry his good mood found. He was now listening to "Apricot" by "Sam Celentano". Malden could already imagine himself with Sylvania teaching him some scales and making him listen to her melodies. Her calmness, her kindness and her rigor were for him like nectar and ambrosia. He admired her terribly, and these sentimental questions about her were very recent. But he had known her for a few years already.

After a few minutes, Malden reached the main square where Sylvania and her mother lived. There was a fountain in the center, and some stone slabs decorated with flowers tended by the city's gardeners. A few people were there, including groups of children who had come to buy pancakes or ice cream, despite the cold season. Sitting under a white umbrella at one of the many tables of the local pizzeria, Sylvania was waiting patiently, her phone in hand. She had let her long red hair down, was wearing a white dress with blue polka dots and a small silver necklace and a pair of simple earrings of the same complexion. When she saw Malden, she waved at him.

- Hi! How are you? I'm so hungry! I've already reserved a table for the two of us, so what should we order? Asked she, cheerful.

- I'll probably have a salad with a slice of pizza. I'm not very hungry, but it'll do for me!

- Are you sure you'll have enough energy to listen to my news and convince me to join your group if you don't eat enough? She joked.

- Don't worry about it. I want you to join us enough, I don't need a pizza to help me!

After they had actually placed their order, the two young people ate together and talked about the rain and the weather. Malden admired the way Sylvania spoke about her extracurricular activities, but also her involvement in various social struggles. She was already very active on Signold - a well-known social network on Elzetarân - and shared many videos about animal causes and ecology. Sylvania already seemed to be a big shot and followed very closely the actions of the Renovators' Guild. It was a group of atmologists and adventurers of all kinds, formed several decades ago. They were in charge of monitoring the development of the ecosystems and biomes of Elzetari after certain confrontations, whose damage could have seriously damaged various places and destroyed the fauna, as well as the flora.

Time passed without them noticing. Soon enough, they finished their meal and went to Sylvania. Coming from a well-to-do family, they lived in a large residence where the richest inhabitants of Lausanne were to be found. The mayor, Oscar Fanghël, lived nearby with his wife and son. Malden was always impressed when he set foot in Sylvania's house: everything was always so clean! The living room seemed huge and everything he saw seemed to be priceless. The marble walls of a very light and sober

grey were decorated with paintings showing fantastic scenes. One could see atmological warriors fighting carniocs and wild creatures in the skies, unleashing various elemental forces.

- Every time you come over, you can't help but leave your eyes glued to the picture in the living room. You know I'm going to end up asking my mom if I can give it to you, right?

Malden flinched and blushed. He had never realized how much these paintings could absorb him. The idea that he might be seen to be lusting after them embarrassed him.

- Oh no, not at all! It's just... I really wish I had a talent like that. You know, I see how well the color scheme is mastered, it drives me crazy! There is the light, so well reflected, and the contrast between the atmos used by the fighters on the painting, the expression of pain on the creatures, and even the effects of the wind that blows even though we don't see it. It's beautiful. Every time I see it, I feel like it's the first one.

- I think it was Cleora Stolteïska who made this painting. I would have to see it again with my mother. And it seems to me that she is still alive. Maybe one day, if you meet her, you can ask her how she did it?

Malden's eyes seemed to light up. He began to do some research on his cell phone and found more of the painter's work.

- Wow, she's so good... If I met her, I wouldn't even know how to ask her questions. Well, anyway, I'll deal with that when I get home. For now, I have someone else talented to admire on her compositions, right?

- Don't overdo it! I'm just getting by on my mom's classes when it comes to reproducing classics. For my creations, it remains to be seen... I'm not very comfortable with the idea of doing new things, that go out of the box, I'm afraid it won't be very pleasant to the ear, also because...

- Hey, Sylva! he interrupted her. It's not serious, you have to try in life. Let me listen!

- But if you think it's ugly, you probably won't want me in your group.

- Does this mean that you want to join our group so badly that I don't actually need to convince you?

She hiccupped with surprise and put her hands in front of her mouth. Sylvania had tricked herself. She was more interested in the idea of being part of this music group that was forming than anything else, but she didn't want it to be so obvious. She would still be seen as the girl with no friends, who craved acceptance from others.

- It's true," she sighed. Well, enough wasted time. Sit down on the couch. I'll play you this little piece. I was inspired by "rocking horse" by "Etolica. ».

Without adding a word, Malden settled comfortably on the black velvet sofa. Sylvania took her turn on the small purple seat where she sat to play the piano. She had her back to him, slowly positioning her fingers on the keys. The girl took a deep breath before starting to play the first notes of her composition. The start was awkward but soon she gained confidence and began to play with more assurance. The notes flowed together with a certain smoothness.

To Malden, it was as if a beautiful story was being told. He was so impressed by her dexterity that he wanted to get closer to her to better admire her performance. However, for fear of distracting her, he preferred to stay behind and come without making any noise. She was in front of the large window, giving on a great part of the city. He admired the view as he listened to the soft melody played by his friend, while he imagined how these notes would blend with Teano's expertise on the guitar, Kieran's voice and his drumming.

The listening went on for almost three minutes, during which time Malden was totally transported. He found himself re-admiring the painting by Cleora Stolteïska that hung on the living room wall. This creation and Sylvania's composition went so well together that he imagined one day he would be a painter of masterpieces and she a professional pianist, creating melodies around his world-renowned paintings. An exciting future, from which he exited as soon as Sylvania gave the last note of her essay. A few seconds were necessary for her to come back to reality. She took again a big inspiration, then she got up and turned slowly towards her friend. The window was left open, and a cold breeze crossed the room and shook her long dress as well as her hair. An image that stuck in Malden's mind and he swore to himself that he would paint this scene.

- There, now you know my little music. I know it's probably too soft for what you're doing, but it's the best I have in stock right now.

- Sylvania, it's really beautiful. It's probably silly and simple as an opinion, but I don't know what else to add... Then, I don't play the piano, so I imagine that there are things to be revised, it's possible. But anyway, I really liked it. You know Kieran, he likes it when it moves a little bit more, but then Teano will be over the moon, you can believe me!

- Do you think so? She asked hesitantly, as she nervously played with her fingers.

- I don't think so: I know so! Will you show me some other things? Songs you learned with your mother for example, maybe we could rework some of them and see how to create other songs together from that!

- It's a good idea. So, let's see...

All afternoon long, Sylvania and Malden discussed and studied in detail different compositions, some of which they took care to select to present to Malden and Teano. Gradually, more than his ambiguous attraction to Sylvania, it was his passion for art and music that took over. He was very curious and concentrated in these tasks, as she was too.

Since the time for him to be reunited with his family was fast approaching, Malden prepared to leave to avoid being late. But just before he left, Sylvania received a phone call that seemed to puzzle her.

- An unexpected call? he asked.

- Well... It's Annabelle. You know, the girl in Sara's class.

He looked at her with a puzzled look.

- Maybe it's her mother calling? I think she works with yours, right?

- Not anymore. They kept in touch but... Well, wait. "Hello?" She says.

"Yes, Sylvania? It's Annabelle. Sorry, we haven't talked in a while, but I've been trying to reach Sara and even her brother but no one answers! »

"No worries Anna. But do you need anything? »

"This will probably sound weird to you, but my grandfather came back from a long trip a few days ago. And you'll never guess: he brought back with him a Phelidus Tenebris! »

As Sylvania turned on the speaker phone, Malden also heard the news. He struggled to keep his astonishment from being heard. The Pelidus, whatever their nature, were extremely powerful creatures and known to be dangerous.

"A Phelidus? " Sylvania repeated, worried. "It's still very dangerous! Do the authorities know that this creature is here, in Lausya? What do you want us to do for you? »

"She's dying and has little ones... six to be exact. That's a bit long, and I don't have much time. Listen, I wish you could come to my house together as soon as possible, you and Sara and the others. Grandpa will be there, he'll be able to explain. »

"I... well, okay Annabelle. I hope it's nothing serious anyway. I'll see what I can do to keep them updated and get back to you! »

"Thank you Sylva! »

She hung up her phone and looked at Malden, stunned.

- A Pelidus with babies... How often do you hear such stories?

- Even the participants of "War of the Alvists" don't have Pelidus! Malden added. The thing I remember is that his grandfather must be really good. Renyu says you can only find them at Failghost Manor. And do you know what they say about that manor?

- Yeah, that it's haunted or something... We'll talk about it again, I should let you go before your mom gives you a hard time for being late. It's already a miracle my mom wasn't there today and we got to see each other, might as well not ruin the end of the day!

- You're right, I'm leaving. I forgot one thing! I think you're meeting Teano later on, right?

- Yes, and he has to spend the night at Renyu's house right after.

- You can tell him that I did some research the other day, and I found a luthier that might be of interest to him, since he wanted to try his hand at the electric guitar.

With that, Malden and Sylvania parted ways. He walked through the spacious corridors of the building before finding himself outside, taken by the temperature which seemed to have dropped a few degrees compared to the early afternoon. Happy with this exciting afternoon, he then thought about what he would learn when he arrived at the hospital with his family. If Melva remembered him, at least for a few seconds during the visit, nothing could make him happier. But Malden refused to deny it. With his headphones in, he shuffled along, his imagination conjuring up the worst scenarios about his sister's shattered memory. His mood wavered again.

When he arrived home, his parents were getting ready to leave. Sawako was already ready, a long dark blue leather coat on her back and her black hair done up in a neat bun. Aware of her brother's difficulty in dealing with this situation, she simply patted him on the shoulder and gave him a hug.

- Don't worry Maldou, she'll remember us one day. The more we go to see her, the more it will help her.

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