#he would get the spirit to stop chasing them to let him hit his inhaler too. bugs bunny rules

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asthmatic reigen

#he would get the spirit to stop chasing them to let him hit his inhaler too. bugs bunny rules #reigen arataka #mob psycho #mob psycho 100 #mp100 #tome kurata #mob psycho fanart #fan art #comic #comics #art tag #digital art #asthma #welcome to my evil plot to make inhalers sexy 2023 #thanks reigen

[necropxlis]

That’s My Girl (Kenma x Reader)

A/N: The reader is female. This was based off of something that happened to me while playing a game with someone. So I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1,785

Tagging: @missingmystogan​

“Just cap the point I have my super! PLEASE! UGGGHHHH.”

Dropping the controller, you leaned back in the gaming chair Kenma bought for you. Back when he first introduced you to all of his viewers on Youtube and Twitch, it seemed the content you both made was highly demanded. So with the idea set in stone, he bought you a whole new setup and turned the spare bedroom into your gaming studio (with Kenma’s being right beside yours because of easy access.)

The two of you thought today would be a great day to do a little recording for Youtube and just hang out and have some fun. However, your competitive side was showing, and with the fact that every game you have played so far ended in you taking that L, just started to push your buttons. Kenma noticed you were getting frustrated with your losing streak and the bad reputation of picking up horrible teammates. The silence in the lobby party was deafening, trying to decide if one more game was worth your sanity or not. For heavens sakes, you just lost a game that could have turned around if someone just put their foot on the capture point.

“One more game.” Kenma’s voice echoed through the headset.

You sighed, “Babe, I don’t know if I can handle another game right now.”

“Just one more game,” Kenma laughed picturing the glare you were probably giving him through the walls, “let’s do a 2v2 and if we end up losing then we will call it a day. I’ll scrap all the footage and we can just cuddle and watch anime all night. Does that sound like a deal?”

You thought about it for a second. The thought of actually just throwing the game was tempting. Knowing your boyfriend, even if you did win the game, he would still give you all the affection you desired.

“Alright. One more game. Only if we can have takeout.”

Kenma laughed at your request but agreed knowing that you would eventually have your way. With a newfound spirit, you launched the 2v2 match. The stakes were high. Food was on the line. Your mental health was on the line. Even the sake of Kenma’s YouTube video was on the line. You had to bring your A-game. The game finally loaded in with two other random players on the opposite team. For a while, the game was pretty even. Your team would win a round and the opposite team would win the next one.

It was now match point, the opposite team had two wins and your team had two wins. Whoever could capture the point or make the other team run out of lives takes home the gold. Your hands were starting to get sweaty. This was the moment your pride was riding on (not only your pride but your sanity as well.) Inhaling sharply you focused on the task at hand, getting the team down on lives. You pushed the stick on the controller to make your character walk around the corner of a building. One of the enemy players was focusing on killing Kenma, so you lit them up with a magazine, successfully killing the enemy. Only, for the other teammate to get its revenge by sniping you.

“I am this close to breaking my controller.” You said gritting your teeth.

“The game is almost over, baby. We can do this.”

Kenma had so much hope in you. A swirl of happiness began to blossom inside of you. The praise only fueled your motivation to win this game. The game went on for a while longer, both sides equally pulling your life count down to 1 life per team. The game was getting annoyed at how slow both teams were taking, so it placed the capture point in the middle of the map. You had just respawned back into the game when Kenma died again. He groaned in frustration as he tried to round the corner to capture the point, but both players on the opposite team used their supers on him. A smirk made its way onto your face as you thought of a grandmaster plan. Kenma took the same route to the capture point, while you decided to use the flank.

Running up the middle of the map, Kenma was shot down before he even got near the point. There was no way you could take on both players without getting double-teamed and if you died, that was it you had no more lives. You hid around the corner, being able to see the players on the point, but them not being able to see you.

“Kenma, run up the middle again.”

“Baby, we could lose it here.” Kenma said exasperated.

You scoffed and let out a little chuckle, “Just trust me. When they start shooting at you, dodge and hide behind a pillar. I got this.”

Kenma, although a little worried, trusted you and followed through with your plan. He followed his same path and ran towards the point. He began to fire on the team 1 on 2. The team was completely unaware of you sneaking behind them. The reason for your master plan was due to your super being so closed to being charged. Kenma was a little early so you began to panic. You couldn’t let him die. If he died there was no way you would be able to win. The team still didn't notice your presence.

“Whatever you're gonna do, Y/N, do it now!” Kenma said.

Kenma’s character dodged behind a pillar and you knew now was your chance. You made your character jump in the air and popped your super. The super you had equipped was a giant laser beam that was way too overpowered at times. This was one of those times. The enemy team turned around, but it was too late for them to do anything about the giant blue laser. You slaughtered both teammates in one shot and landed on the capture point when your super subsided. Nothing hit you yet, you were too “in the zone.”

“Holy shit, that's my girl.” He said laughing and running onto the capture point with you.

The other team, having had both players die, had no more lives left. There were only 20 seconds left in the game and it was looking to be in your favor. However, no matter how happy you both were, you still had a chance to lose. Turning around the corner the 2 players on the opposite team were heading your way. You both held them off as much as you could until the game stopped. You and Kenma had captured the point and ultimately won the game. You began to laugh. Somehow, miraculously, you managed to kill the losing streak. Kenma was silent for a minute. Then out of nowhere, he began to laugh as well. The both of you are just absolutely shocked over what just happened. You heard some rustling over on your boyfriends' end, but you were too busy laughing to notice. The door to your room opened showing your boyfriend with a stunned expression. You took your headset off and threw your arms in the air signaling your victory. Kenma smirked, running over to you and engulfing you in a huge hug. The both of you a giggling mess. Your boyfriend tilted his head and smothered your face in kisses.

You squealed and tried pushing away from him only for him to chase your lips. Capturing you in a sweet and loving kiss. His lips were soft against yours, every movement took your breath away. Slowly parting from the pudding-haired man, a smile spread across both of your faces. Kenma chuckled and brushed a bit of hair behind your ear.

“That was so badass.” He said cupping your cheeks.

“I am badass.” You said smirking.

Kenma laughed and kissed your nose before letting you go. He walked to the doorway, turning back to look at you with so much love in those golden cat-like eyes. You giggled and threw your peach stress ball, that you had resting on your desk, at him. He quickly ran out the door and back to his office. Laughing, you put your headset back on and made sure you could still hear everything. There was more rustling on the other end, signaling you that your partner was back.

“You know I was recording all of that?”

“If you delete any of that I will murder you.” You said smirking.

Kenma doubled over laughed and agreed that he wouldn’t delete the footage. What you didn’t know, was that he had turned the camera on in your room before you got in there. A couple of days passed before Kenma uploaded the video to YouTube. Being the supportive person that you are, you watched the video. Unbeknownst to you, the entire interaction began to play across your screen. Part of you wanted to hide out of embarrassment; but seeing how the comment section gave you both nothing but love and support, you couldn’t help but love your geek of a boyfriend even more. Even if he was a sly little devil sometimes. 

Extra: (That same night.) After paying for your take out, you cuddled up next to your boyfriend with your favorite anime playing on the big tv in the living room. Kenma smiled wrapping his arms around you and placing a quick kiss to your cheek. You smiled and continued eating your take out.

“You know, I was scared there for a moment. Didn't think your plan would work.” He said turning back towards the tv.

You stopped eating and stared at the man, “You had no faith in me?!”

Kenma shrugged as a smirk tugged at his lips. You scoffed and gathered your food, quickly walking to your bedroom and locking the door behind you. Your boyfriend was right on your heels but a second too slow. 

“Come on, Y/N. I was just kidding. Please open up, baby.”

“No. No cuddles for you.”

Kenma sighed and tried not to laugh at you adorable temper tantrum. No matter how much he apologized for picking on you, he ended up having to sleep on the couch that night.

The next morning he woke by the smell of eggs and pancakes. Opening his eyes, there was a tray with breakfast on it. Beside the plate of food there was a little card with his name on it. Picking up the card he noticed your adorable handwriting.

“Sorry for getting mad at you. Can I have cuddles? - Y/N”

Kenma laughed and got up to make his way to you. After all you were his girl.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu fanfiction #kenma x reader #kenma kozume #kenma kozume x reader #kenma x y/n #fanfiction

[hongnanglen-arina]

The Ulzzang Project - Part 4 | Jeon Wonwoo

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Genre: fluff, a little suggestive here and there

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x female reader

Warnings: alcohol, jealousy, heated moments? just two confused people plus jeonghan haha

Words: 3.6k

A/N: Hi! Here’s part 4. Wow... never thought I would write this much.. I wanted it to be a mini series but seems like it’s getting longer and longer.. anyways, hope you’ll like it ♡

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“Seungkwan doesn’t have as many followers as us but they do have a lot and considering they only post sweet and lovely photos… maybe we don’t need sexy photos at all?”

“But wasn’t it about seeing how many followers we can get within a month? Where is your fighting spirit, y/n?” Wonwoo removed his pajama pants and sat down beside you on the couch, looking at you. You agreed to take the photos Wonwoo once suggested. His hand on your bare thigh. His opinion was that it would attract people even more when his legs beside yours were bare too. Seeing no problem in this, you just said yes. Giving him a mischievous grin, you closed the app, locked your phone, set it aside and took another big gulp from your beer. When you wanted to lower your can, you felt your best friend’s hand on top of yours, grabbing the can and moving it in front of his own lips to drink. In your drunken state, you could only giggle but watched him swallow and groan in satisfaction when it tickled down his throat. 

He noticed your stare and smirked. “What’s wrong?” His rather innocent question didn’t fit the way he was looking at you. Feeling his warm hand on your thigh, you didn’t lower your gaze, instead your eyes fixated on his lips when he opened it a little to lick the corner. Jeon Wonwoo really wanted to test your patience.

Quickly, you cleared your throat and pulled your beer off his hand with a a flustered “That’s mine.”

Wonwoo chuckled but let it slide, squeezing your thigh. “Shall we start then?”

As you felt his eyes on you, you decided to tease him too, moving his hand higher so that his little finger was slightly grazing your dark panties. He stopped in his tracks and waited for you, for any sign and it seemed as if he stopped breathing. What was he expecting you wondered but chose to continue with your previous plan.

“Thought you were going to take photos? Not interested anymore?”

His eyes switched between your face and his hand on you and it amused you how his glasses slowly slid down the bridge of his nose in the process. Leaning closer and using your hand to push up his glasses, you made sure to graze his skin with your fingers. He was hypnotized, letting you do as you pleased. You two didn’t say anything for a while, heads clouded because of the alcohol you already had, cheeks flushed because of the closeness. 

You noticed his jaw clench, his chest rise, his adam’s apple bob while you looked at each other.

That was when you started to snicker and soon Wonwoo joined you.

Maybe if it wasn’t for the laughter, it could have ended differently. There was still some kind of tension between you but it was comfortable enough to make jokes and exchange playful glares here and there. Just like always.

After a bunch of photos later, you were in your last pose for today. You suggested to straddle him so you could take photos to hint at something even less innocent. It was more a joke but Wonwoo agreed to it without any sign of hesitation. Sitting down on his lap, you automatically bit your lip as your panties met his boxer briefs, the fabrics so thin you could swore you felt him as if you two weren’t wearing anything. Feeling him below you was different. You could see it in his eyes, he felt the same.

“M-maybe it would be more ‘impactful’ if… this here is off.”

He pointed at your oversized shirt that belonged to your friend and you nodded. He was right. Without saying anything, you pulled it over your head and threw it behind him and the couch, looking into his eyes and trying to suppress a grin when his gaze dropped to your chest for a split second. But it was long enough for you to notice and when your eyes locked again, you couldn’t help but to wiggle your brow at him, causing him to snort.

“What, I’m a man with needs you know?” He retorted as he was unlocking his phone to start taking the last photos.

“Needs? What kind of needs? Need a girlfriend?”

“…maybe.”

“Thought your hand was enough?”

“Wow, it’s not the same though?”

“Tell me what’s different then.”

Wonwoo lowered his phone and let his eyes wander through the room.

“My hand can’t replace a whole body, a whole person. It’s so much better when you feel soft hands on your body, the heat that radiates the other against yours. You know, only hearing mewls and whines are a huge turn on. But alone here, I have to imagine it. If I use my hand or a toy, I can’t finish without imagining someone doing it or being in front of me. God, what I would do for someone scratching over my skin or biting down on it. It’s been too long.” He opened his eyes and searched for yours, shrugging as he continued. “See? My hand can’t make me happy for the long run. It can’t fulfill all the needs.”

Apparently the alcohol in his system helped him talk about this topic almost in detail. You sometimes talked about it when you weren’t tipsy or drunk but it was always a normal talk or with teasing and jokes. But right now he seemed serious, sad even. Although his confession made you flustered, it made you curious a well. “Do you like someone?”

His eyes widened at your question. “What?”

“You said you would imagine someone while jerking off. Is it someone I know?”

“Uhm…. you… could say so.”

Wiggling on his lap, you giggled. “Little Wonwoo is in love hehehe… does she know?”

You didn’t notice how his body stiffened at your motions, sweat forming on his forehead as he tried to concentrate on something else than your hips and soft skin. “U-uhm… don’t think so.”

“Tell me who it is and I will be your matchmaker. Let me tell you, I’m very good at this. And because you’re my bestie, I don’t want anything in return. Just stay my bestie and make time for me once in a while.” Smiling at him you see sweat on his temples and innocently touch it with your fingertips. Absentmindedly wiping them off while you waited for his reply, Wonwoo opened his mouth.

“Y/n?”

You stopped and gave him your full attention but when he was about to speak, your phone chimed. When you didn’t budge, he cocked his head in the direction of your phone and you took it. 

It was a message from Jeonghan.

[Jeonghan] Is my princess already asleep?

“Princess?” The annoyed sound in Wonwoo’s voice made you look up from your phone. “He calls you princess?”

You quickly locked your phone and threw it away, making a grimace. “He just reminded me of the presentation. God I hate uni.” Holding onto your best friend’s shoulders, you wanted to get up but his hands were faster, holding your hips down on him. “I asked you something.”

Suddenly he wasn’t slurring the words anymore and you could hear your heartbeat. The way Wonwoo looked at you was different. He seemed serious and a little angry.

“I… don’t know why, Wonwoo. It’s the first time he did.”

He studied your face for a couple of seconds before nodding. You were telling the truth. Feeling his hands loosening their grip on your, you finally got up from his lap, stretching your limbs in front of him in just your underwear. You had your photos so you could call it a day, plus you felt sleepy.

“Maybe he likes me?” You winked at the boy on the couch and noticed his jaw clench. “Oh, is little Wonwoo envious two people might have found their significant other? Or is little Wonwoo jealous?”

Wonwoo’s brows furrow and before he could reach up to you, you laughed and ran off to the bathroom, him following you, calling your name.

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Breathing heavily, Wonwoo and you were lying in his bed. After being chased around his apartment and being tickled to death, you told him he won and swore you would never tease him like this again. You didn’t mean it but otherwise he would have never stopped, you were sure.

Being in his arms again under the blanket, you inhaled his scent. It was always so soothing. It relaxed your mind whenever you were like this. That was the reason you loved to sleep at his place. Your mind was at peace and you weren’t able to recharge like this at any other place. Even at your own home.

“So. When you jerk off, what are you thinking about? What is the girl you like doing in your imagination? Just watching you or telling you what to do?”

He groaned. “Thought you’re sleepy?”

“I am! But I’m also curious!”

“I’ll tell you tomorrow or so. Now sleep.”

“I won’t sleep if you won’t tell me! Say, or are you imagining her hand touching you instead?Watching how you come undone? Maybe even telling you some dirty stuff? Naughty stuff you like?”

Your head was resting against his chest and you noticed how his heartbeat quickened at your words. “Ohhh I am right??”

Wonwoo shifted and got up. “Yah, where are you going??”

“I need to pee,” he answered and left you alone in the bedroom, his warmth gone. In the dim moonlight you couldn’t see much but enough to watch him leave the room and you lowered your head again, pouting on his pillow.

While waiting for him to come back, you didn’t know that your best friend washed his face with cold water.

It took him around 10 minutes until he walked back into the bedroom, just to find your sleeping form on his bed. Sighing relieved, he carefully joined you, trying not to wake you up. When you were back on his chest, he watched your relaxed facial expression. The moonlight was shining on your face so perfectly he could see you very clearly. 

For him you were more than beautiful. 

For him you were more than a best friend.

The realization hit him over the last couple of days. The last push he needed was today. He felt comfortable with you and only you. Comfortable enough to show his true form, his weaknesses but also his nerdy side. The conversations, the way you were seated on his lap, everything was perfect. Also the way his mood changed when Jeonghan texted you. It made everything clear to him. He needed only one thing. The last answer to be 100 percent sure about it.

You had a little smile on your lips, your small hands on his stomach as he leaned in closer, stopping right in front of your face. “I’m sorry y/n but I have to do this.” His voice was a whisper, still careful not to interrupt your sleep. Wonwoo tilted your head a bit and closed the gap, connecting his lips to yours. 

It was a soft kiss. Not too much pressure. He just had the urge to be closer to you and also to get his answer.

And he did.

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Scratching your head, you slowly walked back to Wonwoo who was still in bed, covering his face with his arms because it was too bright. It was a sunny day. You stopped and got a better look on your best friend. The blanket loosely wrapped around his lower half, his chest bare and moving up and down steadily. 

Smiling, you got your phone and opened the photo app, sneakily adjusting and taking a photo but the shutter sound was too loud that it woke Wonwoo up. You had covered your mouth and when Wonwoo removed one arm from his head, he groaned, his eyes meeting yours.

“What are you doing y/n?”

His voice was low and raspy and made you forget everything for a split second. As you found your voice again, you stepped closer to him and pulled the blanket off his body. “Wake up! Uni is calling!”

“Oh god…” Wonwoo groaned again, cursing under his breath and turned away from you, trying to get some more sleep. And he thought he won when you didn’t complain. It was quiet in the room so he fell into a slumber again. The thought of you in his arms as he was deepening the kiss.

“GET UP WONUUU!!” Suddenly he felt your body jump on top of his, causing him to violently being pulled out of his dream with you. 

“I’m gonna skip the whole day. I want to stay here.” His voice had an annoyed undertone.

You looked at his face, his eyes squeezed shut while his hands were searching for the blanket which was on the floor. That was when an idea popped up in your head.

“So you want Jeonghan to pick me up?”

Wonwoo opened one eye. “He would greet me with ‘Hey princess! How did you sleep?’”

Wonwoo opened the other eye too, letting you hear his raspy voice again. “What are you hinting at?”

You inched closer and propped yourself up with one arm beside his head. The way he was blinking at you was cute. Showing him your phone, you waited for his reaction.

You had posted the photo that you just took of him in bed. Also edited a bit to match the overall color palette and style of your shared account. You weren’t as good as him at this but you thought it was good enough to post.

His eyes moved lower to see the text you had added to it.

I liked everything about last night. Love you, baby.

All of a sudden, Wonwoo was wide awake.

“Y/n…”

Locking your phone, you smiled at him, hiding your shyness with a change of topic. “So, get up before I’ll call Jeonghan.”

He whispered your name again, tried to stop you and get an explanation of what it was all about when you got up and quickly left the bedroom. A little confused, he grabbed his phone. It was almost 11.

Maybe he would get some answers out of you when he followed you. Stretching his limbs a bit, he slowly got up and ruffled his hair, putting on his glasses. Somehow he had a feeling today was going to be different and he wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad thing.

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When you two got ready for the day and made your way to uni, both of you were quieter than usual. Maybe it was the fact that you were sleep deprived or the alcohol was still in your system. Maybe both. But every time you looked at Wonwoo, you became nervous and shy. This morning you thought it would be fun to tease him back after his posts. That you could write something similar as well. Just as a joke because that was what he did. But right now, almost 2 hours later, you had the urge to delete the post or just change the text but that would be suspicious, or not?

Chewing on your lower lip, you sat with your friends on campus. 

Peeking over to Wonwoo who was watching Hoshi play a game on his phone, you sucked at your strawberry lollipop, pushing it from side to side. Actually you thought he was sleepy but comparing to him with Hoshi now, he was only quiet with you. Maybe you needed some kind of talk with your best friend to clear the air. A faint voice in your head had an idea what the reason was. 

“I can’t believe you two skipped the first lectures for a good drink and forgot about inviting me. You know, speaking of pros and cons of living alone. I’m disappointed y/n!”

“Dokyeom, you should blame that guy over there! It’s his apartment after all!”

“I have a name.” Wonwoo looked up from Hoshi’s phone and your breath hitched when your eyes locked.

“Wonwoo, why didn’t you invite me? You hate me that much?”

Seungkwan was laughing when Dokyeom rushed to Wonwoo, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him back and forth. “Beware, he might kill you, Dokyeom,” he warned.

“Yah it was a very spontaneous meet-up and it was late already. Next time I’ll invite you. Cool?”

Dokyeom stopped the shaking and thought for a second before hugging him from behind with a wide smile. “Cool!”

You grinned more to yourself when you noticed the soft smile on Wonwoo’s lips. Suddenly there were screams and cheers and you and your friends looked in the direction of the source just to see the infamous most wanted man on campus making his way to your little group.

“He’s coming to us?”

“What does he want?”

“He’s y/n’s presentation partner.” Wonwoo answered shortly.

“Oh..” Seungkwan and Hoshi reacted almost in unison.

When Jeonghan stood in front of your friends and you, he bowed slightly. “Hi, mind if I have a little talk with this pretty princess here?”

Oops.

Automatically your eyes flew over to your best friend’s face and you could see how he was trying to keep his composure. Even Dokyeom who was still hugging him noticed it and looked at Wonwoo with a questioning expression.

To make the situation less worse, you quickly got up and waved Jeonghan over to an empty bench on the other side of the sidewalk, away from your friends. Ignoring the fanclub that was following you.  

“Uhm.. so what do you want to talk about, Jeonghan? We are going to meet up later anyways. You don’t have time then?” You sat down and waited as he took the seat next to you.

“Oh I have time for you always, don’t worry. I wanted to talk about something else. Maybe you already know that I’m quite popular on social media…”

“Also on campus I guess,” you added and he nodded happily.

“Yeah, but after posting a photo of you, people keep pestering me who it is and what our relationship status is. So I wanted to talk to you.” The smile was still on his lips while he looked at you and you wished you could escape this conversation. Especially because you could feel your friend’s gazes on you. 

“Uhm.. we are working on a presentation together. Nothing serious.”

“Are you sure?” Jeonghan’s question had no undertone, yet his smirk told you otherwise.

“What do you mean?” This guy was strange. When Jeonghan didn’t answer your question but started to open his bag instead, you looked around, meeting the gazes of his fanclub, nearly everyone glaring at you.

“Here, this is for you. Don’t want my princess to lose weight.” He pulled out two Onigiri’s and handed them to you, causing two girls to squeal loudly.

“Oh my god! I deserve his attention more than this ugly girl. I thought he has high standards?”

Okay that hurt.

You wanted to get up but Jeonghan’s hand on your arm stopped you. With a soft but slightly angry tone, he said, “Baby, don’t say that to y/n, she’s one of my precious candidates. And you know what happens to people mistreating the people I like, hm?”

“B-but oppa! Look at her! Look at me!”

He made a tsk-sound and shook his head, making her stop with his index finger held high. “Uh uh, leave y/n alone. This conversation is over.”

Looking down at the food Jeonghan gave you, you weren’t sure what to say or if you should just keep quiet. But Jeonghan helped you decide when he got up with an apologetic expression on his face. “It’s better if I leave now. Meet me later at the cafe, okay princess?”

Not sure what to say, you nodded and watched him leave with his fanclub. You still had to process what just happened. One of all the things was stuck in your head. How Jeonghan called that girl ‘baby’.

Baby. The nickname Wonwoo used to call you ever since you started your shared Instagram. Strangely he hadn’t for a while and you wondered why. Somehow you liked this word on his tongue more than you wanted to admit to yourself. You thought by writing ‘baby’ under your latest post, you would lessen the tension between you and your best friend but you were wrong. It was still the same.

Sighing, you got up and walked over to your friends, noticing that Dokyeom and Wonwoo weren’t there anymore. Seeing your expression, Seungkwan explained, “Dino’s in trouble again. Those two went rescuing him again. This boy won’t ever learn.”

You nodded. Seemed like this was the only way you could interact today. You were too confused. Just the thought of meeting Jeonghan later again for your project made you sick.

Suddenly, Seungkwan gasped loudly and shoved his phone in your face and your mouth opened without saying anything when you saw the reason of his behavior. 

“It took me a while to put the pieces together but… isn’t this you and Wonwoo?”

On his phone, your shared account was open, showing you the photo Wonwoo took when you were seated in his lap last night. Your shoulder bare since the angle he chose didn’t reveal your strapless bra. He wasn’t wearing anything as well. His face pressed against your collarbone, only showing his sharp but hooded eyes which were half covered with his bangs, teasing the camera.

“She tastes so good.” Hoshi read the text of the post.

Your face was burning. You never intended your friends to find out. Where the hell was Jeon Wonwoo when shit was going down?!

“Uh…. uhm… I…”

“No chance to deny it, y/n. You are wearing the exact same earrings today and those are Wonwoo’s eyes for sure. Mind to explain?”

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[lady-z-writes]

What Lies Beneath - Chapter 3

Heisenberg x fem!reader fic

Summary: A trip to a neighboring village introduces Heisenberg to Reader – a Cadou experiment that didn’t quite meet Miranda’s standards. Reader was told to stay away from the Lords – as her powers will only make them weaker – but there’s something alluring about this rugged man, especially when he’s between her thighs.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

In which Reader and Heisy indulge. Smut below the cut:

“I’m not a witch,” she’s giggling as he juggles three of her crystals.

“She hides out in the woods, has a shit ton of crystals and weird old books, has knowledge she won’t share…? Yeah. Witch.”

They’re almost done with the bottle of whiskey, but she’s assured him she has another. Though, she probably won’t partake anymore because she’s tipsy and he’s looking really good sitting on her couch like that.

And this is so not allowed. He’s forbidden. This little meet-up is against everything Miranda has programmed into her. It’s not safe.

But for who?

“Listen, buttercup, I came all this way for answers and you’ve barely come through. Playtime’s over. Answer me or I’ll start breaking shit.”

[Y/N] groans. “If I answer, will you leave?”

He quirks an eyebrow. “Do you really want me to?”

She doesn’t reply he notices. He’s intrigued about where this will go.

“What do you want to know?”

“Well, for one, what do you know of the other Cadou experiments in this village?”

She stills. “Like I said before: many beings live here, Heisenberg, but few fruitful experiments. We were all cast out for not being valuable enough.”

“That isn’t what I asked you, is it?” he leans forward, rests his elbows on his knees, looks menacing.

She nods sternly, but hesitates. “I only know of two…and then a rumor.”

“Rumor?”

“Two live in the village, far away from me for obvious reasons. The other I’ve never met.”

“Not the most social thing, are you?” he jokes.

“It’s not just that. It’s an old lore – long before I arrived. There’s a haunted manor up in the mountains – they say inside there are creatures worse than Wendigo; dark spirits of this land before we populated it. The others believe it’s a fellow experiment.”

“And no one’s been up to check?”

Chills run through her. “No one I’ve encountered. I went up to see if the manor even stands.” He gives her a look that reads, ‘and?’ to which she nods.

“I hardly believe in ghost stories.”

“Oh, it’s so unbelievable? You got overtaken by a Dryad’s pheromones. You and your ‘siblings’ have been experimented on and now have powers. I could go on…”

He shrugs. “Ghosts just seem a little…unrealistic.” [Y/N] sighs, frustrated, which only makes Heisenberg laugh. “What of the others?”

“The other two have powers, unlike my lack-there-of,” she shakes her head, irritated that she just saps other energies instead of doing anything useful. “One is a healer – but it’s mostly small-scale stuff, nothing that Miranda found helpful. The other can use invisibility.”

Heisenberg hums, considering these powers. How Miranda picked the four lords and not these inhabitants, he wonders what her thought process was…

“And are they friends of yours?”

“Not exactly.” She shakes her head. “You got your answers, now I think you should go.”

“Do you now?” he’s standing as he speaks. “Do you really?” a beat of silence. “Why such a hurry?”

“It’s not safe,” she quietly replies.

“No? For who? Me? Sweetheart, I can take care of myself – powers or not. And I’m not leaving in that storm. So, looks like we’re bunking together tonight.” He’s towering over her at this point and she shifts her legs slightly, eyes wide. “What’s it gonna be? Leave me wanting or indulge?”

With him staring at her like that, she knows what she wants – but she knows she shouldn’t. Feeding into those pheromones will only make them overtake him – potentially last longer.

She stands, almost knocking him over with how abrupt she is, and her lips meet his in yet another heated kiss. The rumbling growl he releases makes her stomach flip as she places her hands on his shoulders. In a swift movement, she urges him to move and when the backs of his knees hit the edge of the couch, he topples down, dragging her with him. [Y/N] straddles his thighs, breathless for a moment as he reaches to start undressing her.

Heisenberg can’t help his wandering hands – can’t wait any longer to touch her.

When she’s topless in his lap, he breaks away from their kisses to admire her tits. Moments later, he’s pressing his mouth to her left nipple, his hands cupping and kneading her right breast. The moans coming from her only encourage him to keep at it and he’s quite enjoying her moving in his lap like she is.

“Oh, fuck, Heisenberg…” she’s panting.

His teeth gently graze across her nipple when he feels her hands travel between them and start unbuttoning and unclasping his garments.

“Not yet,” he snaps at her, causing her to halt, tense up. “Sit.” He points beside him on the couch. She follows orders sheepishly. “Now I want you to get undressed for me,” he nods toward her pants. He waits. “Do I need to repeat myself?” he’s suddenly calm.

“No, sir. Sorry,” is her reply.

Erection already pressing against the zip of his pants, he greedily watches [Y/N] strip for him. She’s hurried, not knowing how he’ll respond if she takes her time. He involuntarily lifts his hips when he sees her laid out completely bare for him. His hand squeezes his hardened dick, slightly stroking it overtop his pants.

[Y/N] shouldn’t have started this, she knows it. His aggression is arousing, but she knows he could overpower her easily. She could get hurt. Yet she doesn’t stop.

Watching her hands trail over her naked thighs, Heisenberg nods toward her again.

“I want to watch you touch yourself,” he demands.

“You first,” she practically whispers out.

This time she’s met with a smirk. “Cheeky…” he starts undoing all his straps and his belt, his snap and zip, and shoves his pants down just enough to comfortably pull out his engorged cock.

[Y/N] inhales sharply at how big he is. His right hand grips himself as his left caresses her thigh. Gloveless fingers trace over her pussy – spreading her lips and barely touching her opening to see just how wet she is already.

He grabs her hand then, pulls it between her legs, starts stroking himself. [Y/N] dips a delicate middle finger inside herself, biting back a moan at finally having some sort of stimulation.

Heisenberg tastes her wetness on his finger, hums at the delicacy. The doe-eyed way she’s looking at him while she fingers herself makes his dick twitch.

“How long do I have to wait to feel you?” she asks tentatively.

“Not until you cum.”

“W-what?”

“I want you dripping when you slide down on my cock.”

She wants to argue, but she sees his hand slowing the pace and she worries this will end before they’ve even started anything. [Y/N] arches her finger inside of herself, uses her free hand to play with her clit.

Heisenberg can wait a while longer, considering he came earlier. Though, the scene before him is way better than anything his brain concocted an hour ago. [Y/N] so needy for him, so desperate to serve and please; it’s nice to be wanted.

[Y/N] wants to whine as Heisenberg slowly strokes his cock. His forearm muscles flexing as his pace quickens, the slightly wavering breath he lets out as he traces his thumb over his tip…it’s so intriguing. She wants to learn him – see what he likes, what makes him sweat.

Watching him watch her is something she never thought would happen – especially with a Lord. It’s kind of flattering, kind of making her power-trip a little; but she swallows that down in case he wouldn’t take kindly to that.

“Mmm, Heisenberg, I-I’m close,” she breaks him away from his fixation on her cunt. “Can I…?”

He narrows his eyes, but knows that he’s at the point of breaking too – wanting so badly to feel her pulsing around him.

“Fine. If you don’t cum on my cock right fucking now, you don’t get to all night.”

[Y/N] scrambles to get up, slide her finger from herself, return to straddling him. Heisenberg grips her hips and shoves her down onto his shaft.

A loud gasp echoes in the room as she impales herself on top of him. She’s so fucking tight with how close she is and Heisenberg takes a moment to try to regain composure.

Within seconds, she’s raising and lowering herself on him in a desperate attempt to reach her peak. Heisenberg is surprised she can get tighter around his cock, but she does, right before he feels her fluttering around him – a cluster of loud gasps and moans overtaking her. [Y/N]’s fingers bury themselves into his shirt, her head thrown back as he kisses down her naked chest, pops a nipple into his mouth just to overstimulate her for the fun of it.

When she comes down, he instantly flips her on her back, adjusts himself on the cushion so he can pound into her.

“So good, kitten. Fuck, so Goddamn good. Your little cunt gripping me like this makes me want to fill you up.” He huffs out as she gasps against his chest. “So, where am I cumming, toots? Your belly?” He stops speaking as he groans, huffs out a few breaths. “These gorgeous fuckin’ tits?” he speaks through clenched teeth. “Inside of you?” When he says that last little bit, she’s gripping at him harder, her moans louder. “Ah…you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

He’s hypervigilant; so focused on every sensation, it’s a little more overwhelming than he’d anticipated. It’d been a long time since he’d participated in anything sexual with another – a villager here or there – but he’s sure the pheromones have something to do with how overwhelming to the senses this all is.

[Y/N] is reaching for him then, pulling his head down so she can meet his lips again. Meeting him thrust-for-thrust, [Y/N] cries out his name, begging him to slow down but he can’t. He can’t because he’s chasing that high; his orgasm nearing and – fuck – is hers too?

“We don’t quit now, I can’t promise I’ll be able to stop, buttercup,” he rasps out.

[Y/N]’s eyes are open, pupils blown wide as she shoves him off her. He’s shocked and a little pissed off until she crawls on top of him, urging him back so his head is against the armrest. She slides down on his cock and he’s gripping at her hips so tight his knuckles are ghost white.

“You bitch,” he huffs out.

“You like it, stop pretending you don’t,” she mocks, riding him slow to tease him. “Figured we needed to slow things down if you were gonna last,” her sentence is punctuated with a breathy sigh.

“You act as if this is the last time we’re doing this tonight,” he chuckles.

“I can’t get you to leave, can I?”

“You clearly don’t want me to leave. I’ve got this poison; you’re just worked up for a Lord.”

Now she quickens the pace and Heisenberg’s back arches off the couch.

“Keep using that excuse,” her words come out in gasps, working herself toward another orgasm. “You haven’t been fucked like this in how long, sir?” the way she whispers this coupled with the sensation of her bouncing on his cock like this…

“Get off,” he speaks through clenched teeth.

“Oh, I will…” she whines.

Fingers gripping into her harder, he clenches his jaw. “No,” he grunts. “I mean…”

“You’re close?” at that, he can only nod, breath caught in his throat, trying to hold back. “Good.”

An unclouded mind, he’d think better than cumming inside her but now it’s all he wants. A few moans escape him as he pulls her tightly against him with every thrust, bottoming out with her on top.

When he feels her tightening around him once more, he huffs out a few breaths before closing his eyes and fucking up into her. The orgasm knocks the wind out of him, [Y/N] moaning from the feeling of his slick warmth filling her up. Heisenberg continues to slam into her sloppily, making her take every damn drop of him.

As he’s coming down and overly-sensitive, [Y/N] keeps riding him until she reaches her peak once again. Half-lidded eyes watching the way her body moves, Heisenberg tenses at the over-stimulation.

When [Y/N] is done, she collapses on top of him – all breathy moans and open-mouthed kisses.

“I guess you can stay,” she laughs.

“So fuckin’ generous,” his hands trace up her body. “And so fuckin’ mouthy when you’re in the thick of it.”

He seems humored and she’s embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, I…-”

“I’ve got plans for you,” he laughs

She can’t help the excitement bubbling in her throat. It’s going to be a wild night…

#karl heisenberg x you #karl heisenberg x reader #smut #karl heisenberg #heisenberg x reader #heisenberg x you

[ezekielbhandarivalleros]

Beach Day

Paring: Jake Tweneboah x Jackie Varma

Summary: Summertime fun with Jake and Jackie

Taglist: @princess-geek @schnitzelbutterfingers @yourresidentplayer @aussieez @choicesficwriterscreations @secretaryunpaid

Jake was awakened by something soft hitting him in the head. He opened his eyes, squinting against the bright sunshine beating its way into the room to confirm the source of the blow to his head amused but not surprised to discover it was her. Jackie was lying on top of him, elbows propped up on the bed, chin resting on her hands, grinning at him with that smile that melted his heart, the pillow she had used to hit him with lay on her side of the bed where the blankets were wrinkled and tangled around her.

"Morning," he greeted her with a kiss.

"Morning," she said kissing him back but rather quickly to his surprise "you know what today is right?"

She was looking at him with an eager look, waiting for an answer.

"No," he replied curiously and she grinned bigger.

"It's beach day!" she declared loudly, squirming excitedly under the covers.

And then he remembered. For days after waking up from her coma, once she had regained some physical strength and had been clarified on what she had missed while in the hospital, she was anxious to get back to her normal life. One of those senses of normalcy was taking trips and the first thing she had begged him for was a trip to the beach.

"I want to go to San Diego with you," she asked sweetly "I want to see where you work and your house and the beach, please can we go?"

Unable to resist the adorable pout Jackie gave him, and once he had cleared it with her doctors after her release from the hospital, he decided on a day that would be good for the both of them between her therapy sessions to go to San Diego.

After a sabbatical from his work there, he returned to California with her in tow, the both of them settling back into a normal routine, with Jackie as well, in his condo. It had been over a week now and she had begged him everyday to take her to the beach near the condo complex since she couldn't drive herself just yet and it was too far to walk.

Now, with her eager smile and excited squirming, he knew she couldn't wait any longer to see the ocean and spend some time in the sun.

"Oh that's today?" he teased her which earned him another pillow to his face.

"Yes," she said "you promised, now hurry up, let's go before all the good spots are taken."

She untangled herself from all the covers, pulling on his arm to get him to move and follow her as she got ready, happily chanting 'beach day" over and over. He grumbled and made a point to yawn and stretch over exaggeratedly in displeasure at having to get up so early but he knew she had been looking forward to this for weeks and he loved her to pieces so getting up early to go to the beach with her was like a dream come true.

He went downstairs to make them breakfast while she packed up a large beach bag with towels and sunscreen and everything they would need for today. As he was setting out plates for them to eat, he thought about the trip today and felt a slight concern that a lengthy duration at a crowded beach in the hot sun might be too much for her post coma. But he had to remind himself that she was Jackie Varma, a force to be reckoned with and his concern faded away.

After breakfast, which she practically inhaled just to get them out the door faster, they loaded up his truck with the beach bags, folding chairs, a few snacks and some bottled water. When he got in the car she was already in the passenger seat, radio playing, window rolled down and sunglasses on staring at him with a goofy grin.

"Ready?" he asked her and she nodded, squirming to settle back in her seat while he drove.

San Diego was her new favorite place, she thought as she leaned back in her seat, the breeze whipping her hair around as they drove a few miles down to the ocean front she had been anxious to see for weeks. They passed palm trees, lavish homes and lots of people being out in the fresh air and warm sun. She tried to find a cloud in the sky but there wasn't a single one. That made her smile more.

Jake had to pay extra attention to the road as he drove because he found himself stealing glances at her. She was stretching to see ahead of the traffic for their destination, leaning back when she determined it was still not in view, humming along to the radio and being ridiculously adorable.

When he slowed the car to a stop inside a large parking lot full of other cars and beachgoers, she leapt out and raced around to the trunk to start retrieving their supplies.

"Easy," he warned her when he noticed her trying to carry the two folding chairs, beach bag and cooler all at the same time.

"I can do it," she reminded him trying to show she was still the same after her coma.

"I know," he said "but let me help."

She reluctantly handed him the folding chairs but continued to drag the rest of the supplies through the hot asphalt parking lot to the sandy entranceway a few feet ahead.

"Let's set up there," she declared boldly pointing at a spot "no there"

Jackie switched it up at least six times before finally shuffling through the sand to a spot no one had occupied yet and promptly dropping all the supplies down to claim their territory.

"Here, this is perfect," she announced beginning to rummage through her beach bag while he set up the chairs and umbrella that came with it for shade against the hot sun beating down on them.

Once everything was set up, she bounced over to him and asked "What should we do first?"

"Relax," he suggested leaning back in one of the chairs while she continued to stand, arms crossed in disapproval.

"That's boring," she complained "we should go swimming and look for seashells and build a sandcastle and surf and-

She was cut off by him grabbing her wrist and pulling her down to sit in his lap. She giggled as they both almost fell out of the chair.

"We can do all that stuff," he said "I promise, we have all day, lets not rush it."

"Okay," she finally agreed after he kissed her in the hopes of settling her down.

He knew her so well, she thought as she leaned back in his arms to watch the waves roll in.

As he inticipated, she couldn't sit still for long. She dragged him out of the chair and to the waters edge, dropping to her knees in the sand and starting to dig through it for seashells. He didn't want to discourage her, but after living here for a few months, he know most shells were likely going to be broken due to the strength of the wave and all the tourists walking the beach everyday. Nevertheless, he dropped to his knees in the sand beside her to help her search.

After a good twenty minutes of scraping at the sand, they still had not found anything yet.

"Maybe next time sweetheart," he tried to assure her but she still looked disappointed.

They were both covered in sand so they stood in the ankle deep water, letting the waves wash over them. One particularly strong wave hit her and almost knocked her over.

"Careful," he warned, fearful of her tumbling into the ocean and the consequences somehow leading to another coma.

He reached out to hold her hand and guide her away from any more oncoming waves but when he grabbed a hold of her, she pulled him further into the waves until they had both fallen into the water. He thought it was an accident, until he heard her laughing hysterically at their mishap.

"Gotcha," she teased splashing water at him, still laughing.

That laugh turned into a scream when he leapt up and chased after her, catching her quickly and scooping her up in his arms.

"Gotcha," he teased back before promptly tossing her into the next wave.

She screamed again but laughed at their game. She raced back to him and pushed him into the water to make him chase her again. Back and forth they went, tossing each other into the water. She loved the thrill of him chasing her, then the moment when he caught her, lifting her up in his arms making her stomach tingle with anticipation before he swayed with her over the water momentarily then spilled her into the waves.

After the fourth time they did this, she stood on the shore line catching her breath and he was worried that they had overdone it.

"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly, sweeping her tangled wet hair out of her face.

"Fine," she said breathlessly.

"We can take a break if you want," he said.

"Oh and let you win?" she said smugly "no way, it's tied, we have to break it."

He had no idea she had been keeping track of how many times they had tossed each other in the water but he loved her spirit so he said "Game on."

They raced back to the waters edge, waiting for more waves. She stood on her toes searching the deeper water for any sign of one. When one finally bubbled up and started moving closer she begged "Chase me" and raced along the shoreline.

She was so fast and so full of energy it was like she never fell into that coma, he thought as he did what she asked and raced after her. She had every intention of winning, she thought, as she lured him out into the water when a less violent looking wave came along. She had to slow down to avoid a group of kids and it cost her. He caught up to her, sliding one arm around her waist and pulling her back to him.

"No," she protested loudly, trying to squirm out of his hold but could feel her feet sinking into the wet sand instead.

In one motion he had scooped her up in his arms and carried her back to the waters edge.

"What to do with you?" he teased swaying treacherously over the water with her to build the suspense.

She kept fighting to escape his hold but he wasn't letting her go that easily. As the next wave approached, he tossed her right into it, hearing her shriek in surprise but laugh when he came to rescue her seconds later.

After their jaunt through the ocean, they raced back to their chairs and towels to dry off.

"I'm hungry," she announced to him.

"Me too," he said looking around at the little shops and cafes behind them on the boardwalk "what should we get?"

"Pizza!" she said firmly.

He agreed and went to fetch them some food. On his way back from the little café with their pizza, he spotted a gift shop and grinned when one particular item caught his eye. When he returned with their food, she ate it just as fast she had her breakfast. He knew her doctors had put on her a careful diet after her coma to get her body used to food again so spoiling her with a few slices of pizza didn't bother him. When she finished eating, he presented her with another bag and a grin.

"What's this?" she asked.

"Just open it," he encouraged her.

She tore into the package like a kid on Christmas and pulled out two plastic buckets and two plastic shovels with little holes in them.

"I know they are for kids," Jake explained "but I figured we could use them to find some seashells, might make it easier."

Jackie was staring at him as if he had presented her with a million dollars. She felt tears of gratitude sting at her eyes and she bit her lip to make them stop.

"I love it-I love you, thank you" she gushed launching herself at him with a hug.

"I love you too," he said smiling at how the simplest gestures seemed to make her the happiest.

"Come on," she insisted handing him a bucket and a shovel "lets go look now."

She didn't wait for him as she raced back to the waters edge, sank down into the sand and began digging away furiously.

Despite being equipped with tools, every shell she found was broken just like he anticipated but didn't have the heart to tell her. But she refused to stop searching. She had dug several holes in the sand in a small area around them, scrapping as far as her arm could reach for any in tact shells that might be hidden. The sun had started to set when she yelped suddenly, startling him but when he glanced up, she was grinning, and holding up two perfectly whole seashells.

"Look Jackie ," she gushed excitedly presenting him with the shells as if they were gold.

"Nice," he said impressed with her resilience at searching in the hot sun.

She brushed off the sand that coated the shells delicately with her fingers so as not to break them before carefully setting the pair into her bucket for safekeeping. She wiped her hands of loose sand then rubbed her eyes. He noticed her do that whenever she started to get tired at home or at the hospital after the coma and he took that as a cue to start packing up their stuff and head home.

In the car, she was less energetic, no longer humming along with the radio but instead staying silent and examining the tiny shells with care. Back at his condo, she dumped all their supplies in the hallway and shuffled over to the sink to start cleaning the shells better. She kept glancing at her cell phone that was on the counter and provided instructions on how to properly clean them. She set them in a plastic cup with water to soak for a little, resting her chin on her hands on the counter watching the shells sink to the bottom of the cup slowly.

"I'll unpack," he offered, kissing the top of her head while she watched the shells.

"I need a shower," she declared abandoning the shells to do that in the hopes that they would be clean by the time she was done.

After a shower and a change of clothes, she immersed herself into the world of seashells, using her laptop to research different types and how to search for them properly. She sat cross legged on the couch in the living room while she worked, chewing on her thumb while reading article after article trying to retain as much knowledge as possible until her eyes grew heavy from staring at the screen too long and she had to stop. She retrieved the now clean and dry shells from the kitchen and took them into the master bedroom where Jake was already in bed watching T.V.

She crawled into the bed and under the covers exhausted, lying on top of him like she had done this morning, holding up the shells for him to see and saying "Aren't they pretty?"

"They're beautiful," he praised her, hugging her tight.

She smiled and placed the shells gently on the nightstand for safekeeping, settling back in his arms, her head resting on his chest, feeling sleepy but still wanting to keep talking.

"I love this place," she mumbled tiredly to him "I love the beach and seashells and you and our special beach day, thank you for taking me."

"You're welcome sweetheart," he said struck once again by how the simplest gestures seemed to mean so much to her.

As she dozed peacefully in his arms, he couldn't help but think of all she had been through and all she was doing right now to live her life to the fullest. Every second with her was a gift, her survival a miracle and he wasn't going to waste any chance to spoil her with love and beach days.

#playchoices #choices #open heart #jake tweneboah #jackie x mc

[nerdycanible1]

Izumi's Coronation

I hope you guys like. This took me maybe 3 and a half hours to write to 4. This is a funny story with some shared kisses between Lin and Kya and Lin and Izumi. I hope you guys like.

There is exactly 4,000 words in this. OwO I am happy. Please enjoy.

Izumi inhaled softly as she stared at herself in the mirror. The noises was muffled, she barely paying attention. She was going to be Fire Lord today and it was still sinking in.

She was fixing her robes, it either was too tight or too loose. She sighed as she took her glasses off and hoped she looked more better. Once she did she only saw a blur of reds and black. She growled and stuck her glasses on.

"Wow the future Fire Lord already to burn things to the ground." Izumi jumped and turned around seeing Bumi with a smile.

Izumi frowned and smoothed out her robes. Bumi was stationed there that month for extra protection for the new Fire Lord. Him and Izumi have been getting along pretty well and were still learning new things about each other. Which is fine, new memories.

"I didnt set a single thing on fire today Bumi now shush." She huffed a sshe went for retie her robes.

BumI rolled his eyes and walked forward and took it from her. He tightened it a bit and soon began to tie them. "You're sure are scared today." He mumbled. Izumi kept her head down as she tried to hide the blush from him.

"I'm fine." she insisted. "Its just nerves." She muttered. "I'm fine." she muttered.

"Yeah you're fine." He agreed a bit too fast to which Izumi glared at him through the mirror. He smirked and tilted his head. "What?"

Izumi scoffed and walked away from him and walked to her desk. In front of her were piles and piles of letters from different suitors around the Fire Nation. She sighed as she had a lot of homework to do by denying each and everyone of them.

Bumi watched her and stood there with his arms behind his back. He had a goatee and he kept his beard at bay. He had groomed himself. He was looking out the doors while Izumi secretly checked him out. His nose a little crooked though that's to be expected from a man in the military.

His chest sturdy and he was fit. He had dressed well that day, though it just was his uniform had been washed and polished. Jsut them a smirk formed on his face. "I see you checking me out." He fixed his coat and Izumi scoffed again and grabbed her lipstick.

Bumi knew Izumi had been self conscious of her looks from a young age. Due to that stupid Fire Nation school. It had hurt him really seeing her try and starve herself or when she ate food that was not her favourite. And now with the damn lipstick. Her lips were beautiful, plump and a perfect mix between maroon and purple though a lighter shade.

He strolled over to her and plucked the lipstick from her hands. "You dont need that. Less is more beautiful." He scoffed as he hid it behind himself. "You're perfect, stop fussing."

Izumi glared at him and held her hand out to him. "Give me the damn lipstick Bumi. Now." She demanded.

Bumi snickered and hummed. "Now you're sounding like a Fire Lord." He uncapped the lipstick and looked at it and then at her. "You know... I've always wanted to see why girls fussed over this. Maybe I'll try it." He hovered it over his lips and Izumi looked at him. Her stare cold and ready to murder.

Not a second later she was chasing after Bumi around the room. Bumi laughed and ran and jumped on her bed and jumped off running. Izumi laughed seeing him try and put it on his lips though he kept missing and either hit his teeth or he got it on his face.

Bumi smiled seeing her smile, he would do anything to see her smile. All seemed to have been forgotten about the coronation as Izumi and Bumi chased each other.

Though when Kya and Lin walked in Bumi wss pinned to the floor by Izumi was she was trying to put eye liner on it. "Damnit Bumi stop moving I almost took your eye." she snapped as she snorted and laughed seeing how wonky the eye liner actually was.

"Get off I said the damn lipstick." He chuckled. Lin arched her brow and crossed her arms as she watched it all unfold.

Bumi screamed again and Izumi huffed and finsihed up and rolled over and laid down next to him panting. Lin and Kya chuckled and Kya walked inside.

Lin grabbed Izumi's glasses and shook her head. "What did I expect, I thought, Hey I bet Izumi is already dressed and sitting in the throne. Hey maybe Bumi is doing his job for once and protecting the Lord of the FireNation." Bumi and and Izumi looked at Lin in surprise and Izumi squinted.

"Wait are you wearing a dress?!" Izumi asked seeing a blur of black and green on Lin.

Lin blushed and handed the other the glasses. Once it was on Izumi saw Lin was wearing a dress suit instead of a dress. Izumi was a little disappointed not seeing the dress but seeing Lin in the suit was hot.

Kya noticed Izumi staring too long and smirked. She helped the other up and pulled her hair a bit and whispered into her ear. "Don't even think about it."

Izumi blushed and scowled at Kya. Lin was ordering Bumi around and was helping him remove what they can from his face. "I wasn't thinking anything." she muttered as she began to take her hair out of its messy bun and began brush through it as Kya helped.

Izumi and Kya were finished as Lin looked at a loss. "It looks like Bumi was out at a night if hooky. Izumi, how do you take makeup off?" Izumi rolled her eyes and pointed to the dressers. That in the blue jar." Kya hummed as she finsihed pinning her hair.

"Wheres Tenzin and Suyin?" She asked glancing up at Kya.

Lin rolled her eyes. "He was caught up with some FireNation girls. Asking him about his tattoos and does he workout." She muttered.

No one said it but they all knew Lin had a small thing for Tenzin but didnt want to be killed by her. "And Su saw a boy and ran off." Lin sounded disgusted and sighed.

"You guys all ready?" Lin asked unbuttoning her second button. It was a lot hotter than she expected it to be. She took off her jacket and held it over her shoulder and looked at them. Bumi, Izumi and Kya all looked at Lin.

Lin may have not been a feminine woman but she sure as hell was a looker. Bumi was the first to snap out of it and brushed his hair back into a undo sort of thing. He had yet to cut it. Izumi on the other hand looked at the two and sighed as she needed to stop being a raging bisexual.

Kya walked to her brother and helped removed what they could of the eye liner. Now Bumi was 10x hotter than he was which was going to be distracting for most women that saw Bumi. "Your father is waiting." Lin held a hand out to Izumi to take, she would escort her there. Izumi smiled and was ready to take the hand until Kya placed her hand there giving a look to Izumi.

Lin rolled her eyes and held her other hand out to her. Izumi took that and Lin began to escort the women. Kya being a little frisky and tried to flirt with Lin. Bumi just followed behind and just smirked.

Once there Zuko looked at the women and smiled at them. It made him feel so old to see them all grown up. Lin was stronger and had a more muscular built but was a beautiufl woman none the less.

Kya was taller of course but had softer features and would break any person's heart. And Izumi, his own daughter.

She had a sharp chin, something she got from his family, and of course she was easy on the eyes. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her. The hall suddenly went quiet as the priests and court got ready.

Suyin was sitting on the bench talking to the boy before she went quiet and waved at Izumi. Izumi waved back and smiled before she got ready.

Suki was standing to the side though she did look a bit older that didnt mean she wasn't beautiful. Zuko stood before the court and swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. It only just hit him that his little girl had grown up and could care for herself... to a certain extent.

"We are gathered here on this special day. This day will mark a new generation, a new world." He took a deep breath and looked at his wife. Mai smiled and watched with pride and happiness in her eyes. "Not only have my friends and I helped return the world to balance but... we each were given children that we can pass the world too." He smiled and his features relaxed. "The newer generation will make great changes, not just for their nation's but for themselves. For the world to better themselves. A 100 years of fighting and now, here we are. Prospering into soemthing greater. We will not know now, but soon we will."

Suki and Sokka's son smiled and let out a happy whoop at that. The court looked back at him and Ridge blushed and shrunk. He was almost as old as Kya but maybe a year younger. Ridge looked a lot like his mother, same skin tone and everything. But his bright blue eyes and personality was Sokka.

Izumi blushed and smiled at him and looked back at Zuko. "It appears that I am for at a loss of words... I am just so overwhelmed with pride for my daughter. I've never met someone with so much spirit and leadership."

With one last inhale he smiled and lead Izumi to stand before the court. "Now a few words from my daughter before she is crowned."

Izumi's hands were trembling as her eyes were watering. Emotions were just hitting her and it was nice. Izumi saw the camera's and heard a few of them go off. Lin saw this and scowled at the cameras. She slipped from view and soon told them off.

Izumi watched this and soon her hearing went back. She gulped as she released a shaky breath. "I am Princess Izumi of the FireNation. I-" she gulped again and Lin smiled at her and nodded her head and told her to take a breath. Izumi followed her movements and kept her eyes on her. "I am honoured to be able to take the throne. I promise to withhold my father's words of keeping peace and I promise to give my Nation a chance to prove themselves and show we are no longer a threat." Lin gave her a thumbs up and went back to sitting down.

"I will uphold the new generation of the FireNation, and promise to keep the citizens safe. To protect my country is what I will do." She gulped and smiled at her mother before she turned and looked over at Suki. "The Kyoshi warriors will always have a place here. Employment and homes will be provided for keeping me safe and my family." Suki beamed with pride and smiled at the woman.

Suki was like a second mom to Izumi, of course there was always a place for her. Izumi looked at the crowd. "There will be a few changes of course but that will be discussed privately, but I will say that our military will ally with Republic City's. We will not break that bond." Everyone in the room was quiet and gave their silent approval with a nod and hum.

"ALL HAIL THE NEW FIRE LORD!!" Yelled the court as Izumi had finished. The people all gathered around outside have bowed as did everyone in the room. Izumi has the flame in her hair before she began to walk down the stairs. Everyone followed her with their eyes and soon she stood before her people. The people have bowed to the ground giving Izumi the respect she deserved.

The love and affection from the people, from her family made her so happy. She bowed to them lightly before she smiled at them. She took her glasses off and lightly dabbed at her eyes to removed any stray tear before she watched the fireworks go off and the confetti fill the sky.

Music began to play and soon people began to line up to greet her and welcome her as the new Fire Lord.

Lina, Kya and Bumi hung back and watch Izumi hold a child and kiss their forehead and wish them luck and then go back to shaking hands. "She's perfect for the job." Lin mused.

Kya nodded in agreement as Bumi hummed. "She really deserved this." Suki smiled and walked up to them.

"Nice to see you kids again. It's been awhile." Lin saw her aunty and beamed as she hugged the woman. Totally losing her facade. Suki was always her favourite aunty while Katara was her second mother.

"Its always nice to see you." Lin said looking at the woman. She was a inch shorter than Lin but barely noticable.

Toph was teasing Suyin in front of the boy. Suyin's face was on fire as Toph told stories of her as a punk child or a crying baby. Suyin huffed and gave up and went to go lead the boy somewhere else.

Sokka pulled Toph into a kiss and smirked. "You should really leave her to her own. I'm sure shes thinking of way to get back at you."

Kya smiled and just watched Lin. Her family was now all together and it just felt right. This was how it was supposed to be.

Izumi, Kya, Lin, Tenzin, Bumi and Ridge went to the beach side. They left the adults at the palace to do whatever the older people did. And Suyin was off with the boy probably kissing.

Izumi was sitting next to the water and just watched the waves. Lin smiled at them and hummed. She sat down next to her and handed her a cup of the drink.

"You were amazing today." Lin said softly. "I'm glad you didn't go into full panic mode." Lin says with a chuckle. She sipped her drink as she loosened a few buttons. She could relax now, they weren't in the public view and it was shot as shit in the FireNation.

Izumi blushed as she stared into her cup. "It wasn't that bad Lin." Muttered. She pouted and looked down at Lin. "I got it, it worked out."

Lin looked at hwr before she rolled her eyes and smiled. "It did work out." She sipped her drink. "So what now?" She asked softly. "I mean... we all have our jobs we wanted and we're all living our lives now."

Lin was sad to have the thoughts drawn on her. Lin was a police officer now and Bumi was in the military, Izumi the fricken Fire Lord, Ridge a Kyoshi warrior and Kya... just living in the moment.

She felt fingers lace with hers and she gulped softly. The soft and warm feeling spread up her arm made Izumi blush. "We do what we always did. Stay together." She whispered softly. Izumi looked into Lin's dark green eyes and squeezed her hand lightly. "We're not dying Lin, we have years to be together."

Ridge yelped as Bumi pinned him down. Kya smirked as she held the alcohol to his lips. "Drink it already!! Lose your drinking virginity Ridge!" She laughed.

Lin blushed and smiled as she caressed her hand lightly before she stood up. She held a hand out to the other. "Let's go join them." She smirked.

Izumi smiled and grabbed Lin's hand and Lon lifted her without effort. Lin lead them to the fire and Lin laughed seeing Kya drowning Ridge in alcohol. Bumi had let go and was on his ass laughing. It was safe to assume they were tipsy. The alcohol their parents had during the dinner was stronger than most. The only ones that seemed the most sober was Lin and Izumi and partially Kya.

Kya finished up when she made Ridge finish the cup. Ridge was panting and wiping his face off as he blushed. He glared at his cousin and wiped his face off.

Bumi and them all gathered around the fire. Kya sat next to Lin on her left and Izumi on the right. Lin smiled as she finished her drink before she asked them to fill it. "So what game do you guys suggest? I'm tired of Never have I ever... you guys get too nasty."

Izumi laughed as she drank hers and looked around. "Well, I dont have any. How about you Kya?"

Kya smiled as she sipped her drink and hummed. She asked for another refill. "Alright you have to drink after every question okay? Cant skip or anything. We just ask questions to a random person okay? I should go first." She looked around the group and then looked at Lin of course. "What's the worst date you ever been on?"

Lin blushed and smiled a sshe looked down. "I didn't like this one, his name was Jin." She shook her head and everyone snickered. "We went to this cheap restaurant and he was cute." Her cheeks flared red.

"Anyways this man orders two big orders of fried noodles, a arctic hen, some stir fry. Just everything on the menu. He was a big dude so of course he'd eat that much." She groaned and shook her head. "This damn idiot then continued to talk with his mouthfull. You can practically see the food spot from his mouth." Bumi began to laugh as Lin huffed and smacked the ground. "That idiot then up and left when I told him to shut his mouth and left me with the 200 yuan dinner." She grumbled as she was heated up again. She sipped dher drink and smirked. "But I did get to arrest him for destruction of property."

Izumi laughed and Lin leaned back a bit. "Hey Ridge, what's the most illegal thing you've ever done and got away with?"

Ridge immediately blushed and shook his head. "No! No! I refuse this question." He avoided Lin's eyes as he blushed. Bumi chuckled and now everyone was looking at him.

"Don't say anything now Ridge and we'll cut your hair off." Bumi got ahold of him and Izumi pulled out her knife.

Ridge tried to squirmed but Lin bended up the sand and solidified it and locked him in place. Ridge screamed as Izumi grabbed his ponytail. She barely even got to touch it before he screamed out again.

"MY BOYFRIEND AND I RAN THROUGH THE STREETS NAKED!!!" Everyone was stunned and Lin was the first to crack up laughing. Lin let the sand go and it turned back to grain.

Lin's face was red as she just lost her mind. Who would've thought her older friend was a streaker. Lin didn't care about his sexuality but Izumi and Kya were surprised.

Bumi let go of him finally the laughter set in and everyone began to laugh. "Did you hear his squeal?!" Kya laughed holding her stomach.

Ridge blushed and threw sand at Lin for asking such a terrible question. "Meanie." He huffed. "Bumi you go." He grumbled.

"Well what's the question?" Bumi asked watching him drink his alcohol.

"I know you at least kissed one of the girls, which one?" He huffed as he fixed his ponytail. He had an under cut and he had tattoos on his head though it was a mix of earth kingdom and water tribe tattoos.

Bumi blushed and looked over at Lin. Lin looked away and held her hand up. "Before you guys ask how let me just say it was my fault." she laughed.

"It was a party meant for any military personal and of course I was invited. I was drunk and I was dared to kiss the first man that bought me a drink. so I hung around the bar and Bumi was being nice and bought me a drink and I kissed him."

Lin rubbed the back of her neck. "Now who's turn-" Kya pretended to gag as she looked between the two.

"Gross!!! Ew!" she teased. Lin glared at her and she laughed.

Bumi laughed at her and hummed. He sipped his beer and looked around for Tenzin. "Anyone seen Tenzin?" Lin nodded.

"He went inside. One of the firebender girls took him." She sighed and rubbed her lip.

Bumi hummed and looked at Izumi. "Izumi, I have a question for you." From his tone of voice Izumi knew it wasn't a good question. Kya seemed to perked up and everyone began to listen in as well.

Izumi lcneched her jaw and sipped her drink lightly. "And... what is it?" She looked at him hoping she didnt need to kill him.

Bumi giggled before her got serious. "If you could kiss anyone in the group who would it be? And if that person accepts it you have to kiss them." That sneaky bastard. Izumi thought ready to kill herself instead.

Ridge bit his lip to bite back a smile as he knew the answer. practically everyone knew the answer except Lin. Lin looked at Izumi, expecting an answer.

Kya gripped Lin's hand ready to protect her. Izumi cursed under her breath and gulped. She released a breath and took her glasses off. She then turned and looked at Lin. "You." Was all she said.

The air was knocked out of Lin and her face burned red. "M-Me?" She began to lean back and look behind her making sure Izumi wasn't talking about Kya.

Izumi squeezed Lin's hand to get her attention. "You... Lin you."

Lin blushed as she had no idea what the hell to do. Just.... Lin squeezed her eyes shut before she leaned forward and kissed Izumi's lips. Lin's lips were surprising soft. Her lips were moisturized, and she appeared to have applied lipstick that because it had smeared all over the others lips.

Izumi leaned into the kiss to deepen Lin pulled back and panted. "N-No." She blushed. Kya pulled her hand out Lin's hand ready to walk away before Lin grasped Kya's hand. Kya stopped and glared down at Lin ready to let go.

Lin pulled Kya down and kissed her lips and Kya exploded. Izumi blushed and watched as she tried to compose herself. It was safe to say Lin was drunk as fuck. Turns out Lin cant hold her alcohol.

Kya gulped as she stared into Lin's eyes as she could feel her ears burn. Lin pulled her fully in the sand and soon broke the kiss and she panted. Her lipstick was all over her lips as she squeezed Kya's hand and Izumi's hand.

"Okay I'm tired now." She mumbled. She stood up and looked st the ladies. "I'm gonna go seep, you're welcome to join." Lin slurred lightly. She stood up and wobbled a bit before Lin was walking off to the palace.

Ridge was so confused but happy, there was no fight that's a plus. Bumi was laughing as he watched the girls in shock. Lin's lipstick was over both of the girls lips before Izumi scampered up and Izumi followed after. Chasing after Lin.

Bumi laughed and sighed as he drank his drink. The night was warm and the fire left the area soft and warm. "Well that was an interesting dilemma dont you think? Did you think Lin swung both ways? I'm glad, she deserves a night."

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Kirby and the Great Adventure of Planet Robobot! Chapter 3

Overload Ocean: That is what the invaders named the whole area of this coast. Just as Kirby and Waddle Dee had guessed, the blue building is this area’s stronghold. It is the enemy’s operations center for carrying out the mechanization of the coastline.

The building’s entrance was being protected by the latest security system. The surveillance cameras caught sight of Kirby and his friend, where a high-pitched alarm began ringing immediately. A synthetic speech is declaring a state of emergency. “Intruders detected! Intruders detected! We will exterminate them at once!” Laser beams are aimed at Kirby and Waddle dee. But an attack like this doesn’t work on Kirby burning with rage. “Move!!” While skipping about too fast for the eye to notice, Kirby fired his specialty Air Pellet in succession. Both the surveillance cameras and the laser weapons are destroyed one after another. Although he can’t really be of use, Waddle Dee also supported Kirby by throwing stones that he picked up. In a short while, all the systems were destroyed and the door opened. Kirby and Waddle Dee entered the enemy’s stronghold in high spirits.

“Natives have broken into this base......you say?” Secretary Susie was in the center of the base area. The room’s walls are made of tempered glass, and the outside is made up of the sea. At first glance, the sea may seem beautiful just like before, but no living creatures were to be seen. They were all captured in succession, where mechanization is being carried out on them. Susie was listening to the reports from her lackeys in the corner of the room. “How could this have happened? What happened to the security system?” “Well......they all seem to have been destroyed.” Answered her lackeys in hesitation, where Susie opened her light blue eyes wide. “Goodness, the security systems that our company takes pride in were destroyed......you say? I guess there are some competent natives in this primitive star after all.” “R-Right......” “It’s fine. Let’s capture those natives as well. They’ll be the material for a new product following M-7110 and D-0030!” Susie turned to the communication panel and pressed a button. “Can you hear me, Director Kane? This is Secretary Susie.” There was an immediate response in a shrill voice. “I hear you, Ms. Secretary! Make it snappy, please. Right now, I’m super busy just from working on that top-secret product.” “I order you to capture the intruders. Seize the eyesores of an intruder that came into our Overload Ocean command HQ.” “Wha......b-but ma’am! Like I said, I’m currently working on the top-secret product......” “You can leave that to the Mother Computer. You are to obey my orders!” “Uh......ughh......” His voice seemed very discontent, but Secretary Susie has immense power within this company. He complied reluctantly. “Understood. I’ll send Invader Armor and head over to capture the natives.” “You mustn’t injure them. Their values as materials will drop.” “Aye, aye.” The communication was cut off. Following that, Susie accessed the Mother Computer and checked the progress of the top-secret products. “M-7110 and D-0030 are both going smoothly......putting in the final adjustments......just as planned, huh.” Nodding in satisfaction, she spread her hands and looked up at the tall ceiling. Grand music can be heard from somewhere. With it, Susie began singing in a beautiful voice. “Noble Haltmann, we adore him......bless our work and be at ease!” What she is humming is the theme song of the Haltmann Works Company. However......in contrast to the triumphant lyrics, there was some gloom in her eyes.

“Return everyone back to normal! Return Dream Land back to normal!” Kirby is running amok as he shouts. One after another, the defense systems inside the base were getting destroyed and the employees were taking cover and trembling. “W-What a frightening power......that native......” “You pink demon!” Waddle Dee said, having been running behind Kirby. “It doesn’t look like anyone’s here, Kirby. The bad guy must be in the deeper room.” “Yup, let’s go deeper!” “-Hold it, natives!” There was a figure standing before the two. Kirby and the Waddle Dee stood ready and glared at the enemy. What stood in the two’s way was a bizarre creature. He has a plump body and is wearing a white suit. His hair just as white is tousled like a knitting wool. About half of his face is concealed by his thick glasses. “I am Director Kane from the Haltmann Laboratory. Upon orders from the company, I’m capturing you natives!” Director Kane lifted his one hand, and with thump, thump......a loud sound was approaching from deep within the passage. What emerged was a powered suit giving off a menacing bloodlust. It is far bigger and more imposing than the Armor Soldiers that attacked Dream Land. Director Kane puffed out his chest and said.

“Would you look at that! This is what my lab poured its blood, sweat, and tears into! We gave our body and soul! We’ve mustered up all our strength in making itttt!!” Falling in labored breathing from too much screaming, Director Kane coughed and continued. “It is Invader Armor, the super-high performance battle machine!!! You natives will be prey to this dreaded killing machine!” “I won’t lose!” Kirby jumped up and was throwing himself at Invader Armor without the slightest fear. Usually, Kirby can demonstrate almost no power in a ‘Normal’ state without a Copy Ability. Before a strong foe, he would even hesitate on fighting. But Kirby was different right now. He has forgotten himself in anger of messing up the residents of Dream Land “You can do it, Kirby!” Even Waddle Dee’s cheers became his strength. “Eat this!!” He hits the Invader Armor with an extra-large Air Pellet. Invader Armor staggered from the impact. Director Kane too staggered as if he himself was hit by the Air Pellet. “W-What? Invader Armor, the super-latest weapon my lab takes pride in stumbled? N-Nonsense......and from something like a native’s attaaack! Get serious, Invader Armor!” Raising its arms made of alloy, Invader Armor struck it down at Kirby. Kirby jumped aside quickly. Part of the floor crumbled from the attack just now. Kirby inhales the clump of rubbles. “Haaa!!” Together with his shout, he spits out a Star Bullet with vigor. It is far more powerful than an Air Pellet. Receiving a direct hit, Invader Armor stopped moving. Kirby isn’t slowing his attacks. One after another, he inhales the rubbles and strikes the enemy with Star Bullets. “Haa! Haa! HAAA!!!” Invader Armor is hit with Star Bullets in succession and wobbles. At last, the combatant on board the Invader Armor jumped out, unable to bear it any longer. Director Kane screams. “You son of a gun! Are you trying to run away!?” “I’m sorry, director. The opponent is too strong! I can only go so much!” “It’s a serious crime to desert before the enemy! Your salary is cut by eighty perceeent!” “I’m more important than the salary! I’m done for if this keeps up!” The combatant flew the coop. “AH, YOUUU!! Come back here! Come back, please! I beg youuu!!!” Screams Director Kane, and coughs once again. Kirby looked up at the Invader Armor that stopped moving. Waddle Dee shouts. “Be careful, Kirby! It could be a trap! It might throw you off guard and start moving suddenly! “I’ll find it out!” Kirby jumped on the Invader Armor. Director Kane protested in a shrill voice. “Ah, you little turd! Don’t you get on the latest and the strongest Invader Armor that our company takes pride in when you’re a mere native! Hand me bribery if you want to get in!!” ......He is surprisingly cheap. Kirby isn’t listening to his words. “Yup, it’s ok-ay. No one’s on in it anymore. Hmmm......what a weird vehicle.” A change occurred just as he sat on the driver’s seat. The Invader Armor’s body became a pink color similar to Kirby

Waddle Dee is surprised. “Ah, the robot became pink! Why......?” Director Kane shudders and yells. “W-W-What the, Invader Armor is adapting to that native in an unprecedented level......WHYYYY! “Are you okay, Kirby? Isn't it painful?” Waddle Dee was worried about him. But Kirby is lively. “No problemo! This vehicle is interesting.” With Kirby on board, the armor began walking with thump, thump. Director Kane screams once again. “Whooaa, he’s maneuvering it so well! But even our company’s elite soldiers shouldn’t be able to control it without receiving intense special training for more than half a year! Just who is that pink natiiiiiiiive!! ......Cough, cough.” “Alrighty, I’ll fight with this vehicle!” Kirby moves ahead, handling the armor with ease. Waddle Dee shouts. “Wait up, Kirby! You’re so fast!” “Not quite! I’ll go faster!” The armor accelerated just as Kirby said. Not moving its feet, but it floated in the air just a slight by using a booster and began hovering. “WhaWhaWhaWhaWhaWhat the! He’s even handling the booster with skill! That can’t be called Invader Armor anymore......it needs a different name exclusive to that native! Native Armor......Pink Armor......no, no, not quite.” Director Kane tore his tousled hair out. Waddle Dee turned around from all the noisiness. “Is it that hard to make that robot move......?” “Robot......? Robo......hmm, Robobot Armor it is. I’ve decided to call that entirely new armor Robobot Armor! What a great name!” “Robo......bot?” “Wait, Robobot Armor! Let me study youuu!” Director Kane chased after Invader Armor turned pink......not, Robobot Armor. “I’m not really sure about it, but......Kirby really is amazing.” Muttered Waddle Dee and began running.

Before Robobot Armor moving forward smoothly, a new enemy appeared once again. It’s Wheelie, the inhabitant of Dream Land who has the body of a round tire. But he definitely seems off. He said in a low voice, looking at Robobot Armor with dull eyes. “Who are......you......aren’t you......Invader Armor......?” “Wheelie, it’s me, Kirby!” Shouts Kirby from the driver’s seat. But Wheelie’s expression didn’t change. “Kirby......did you also become Haltmann Works Company’s warrior?” “That’s not it! These jerks here have messed up Dream Land. I came to save everyone.” “Are you......an enemy of the great company......?” “Snap out of it, Wheelie. I’m......” “I won’t have mercy if you’re an enemy!” Wheelie began rotating on the spot. His signature move is to gather force like this and roll while knocking down anything in his way. “Listen to me, Wheelie. Those jerks here are turning everyone in Dream Land into machines. You too are under their control!” Wheelie didn’t respond immediately. Raising his speed of rotation to the limits, he shouts in a grating voice. “Shut up, Kirby! Working for the company is the greatest happiness there is!” “Wheelie......” “I work for the great company with daytime, nighttime, time to sleep and eat all but no more......it’s the greatest honor!” Wheelie charged at Robobot Armor. “Wahh!” Robobot Armor was directly hit by his charge. Sure enough, it wasn’t blown away from the weight it had, but lost his balance and tumbled. Director Kane who caught up to them groaned in disappointment. “Hmm......it fell over from such an attack......is this the extent of its strength......? Was I expecting too much......?” Waddle Dee rushes out in front of the director and yells. “Kirby, are you alright!?” “U-Uh-huh......but Wheelie is......” “Get down from that robot, Kirby! Then you’ll be able to use a Copy Ability!” “Okay! Alrighty!” Hearing Waddle Dee’s great idea, Kirby tried to get down from Robobot Armor. But Wheelie charges at him swiftly. Receiving several tackles, Robobot Armor continues to stumble. “I-I can’t get down like this......!” Screams Kirby. Wheelie charges at him with no concern. While aboard the Robobot Armor, he wasn’t sure if he could inhale Wheelie or not, but he has no choice but to make or break. -With it, something strange happened at that moment. As though it responded to Kirby’s ‘Inhale,’ part of its stomach opened and green light emitted from there. Wheelie was gone the moment he was flooded with that light. At the same time, Robobot Armor transformed into a figure resembling a race car with large tires equipped to it.

“WhaWhaWhaWhaWhat is that!? It transformed? You mean that it scanned that tire creature’s shape and ability!? I should call this Wheel Mode!” Cries Director Kane. “You’re amazing, Kirby!” Waddle Dee hops up and down in excitement. “You used a Copy Ability while on board the robot!” “Copy? No, wrong! You should call this Ability Scan! It’s a terrific ability that analyzes the opponent’s data in an instant and rearranges its own structure on a molecular level!” Director Kane is even more excited than Waddle Dee. He danced about with both his hands raised. “Holy smokes! Invader Armors weren’t equipped with such ability! I can only conclude that that pink native’s potential brought out the armor’s new ability! What an incredible natiiive! ......Cough, cough.” Kirby in question is puzzled. “Huh......? It changed shape and became like a car.” “Can you run, Kirby?” “No idea......I’ll give it a try......” As soon as he says so, Robobot Armor in Wheel Mode began running. It’s acceleration performance was splendid. It speeds up rapidly and sprints the long corridor. “Wow, amazing, Kirby!” Waddle Dee’s eyes sparkled. Kirby too felt refreshed and began to sing while running. “Lalala, so fast! I’ll run anywhere with the invincible wheel~!” He was about to crash into a wall at a dead end, where he had the armor make a sharp turn right away. The armor somersaulted and jumped to a lower floor. “Ahhhh! Robobot Armor has entered our new vehicular test course!” Shouts Director Kane. “The test course is a super-difficult circuit with gravel paths, slopes, and sudden turns! You also need to follow the signal!” “Be careful, Kirby!” Waddle Dee watched the running Robobot Armor in anxiety. Robobot Armor is in the zone as Wheel Mode. Picking up more and more speed, it drives recklessly on the circuit. At that moment, the signals on the course turned red in unison. Director Kane shouts, having noticed it. “It’s a red light! Stoop! You need to stooop......!” Kirby doesn’t look at the signal. He continued running just like that with no thought. Right as he ignored the red light and runs through it: “AUGHHH!” Simultaneously with Director Kane’s cry, a large explosion occurs. The Robobot Armor was blown away. Director Kane turned pale and said. “If you don’t follow the signal, the landmine installed on the course is set to explode......all because he ignores the signal......!” “Kirby!” In a panic, Waddle Dee jumped down onto the course and rushed over to Kirby. “Are you okay!?” “Y-Yeah......” Kirby rose up slowly. Kirby wasn’t hurt, but Robobot Armor was seriously damaged. Having reverted back to normal, Wheelie screamed and was running away. “I sped up too much......” Said Kirby regretfully. Waddle Dee sighed in relief as Kirby was unhurt. “It’s great that you’re alright, although the robot was destroyed!” “It’s a shame about the robot, but that can’t be helped.” “You think it can’t be helped!???” Director Kane hollered at Kirby. As he tottered, he picked up the scraps of armor scattered about the course and broke down in tears. “Aaaahh......Invader Armor, the fruit of our science that my lab has put all its efforts in developing is......in such a pitiful state!” “Sorry for breaking it.” Apologized Kirby. Director Kane looked daggers at Kirby. “Sorry won’t cut it......you blasted native......you will work with my lab......” “S-Sure......I’ll help out. Although I’m not sure if I could fix the broken robot......” “No! I don’t need any help in repairing......I want to study your unique potential......” His glasses sparkled, and Director Kane sidled up to Kirby. Kirby shrank back, feeling an ominous force. “W-What......? Study me......?” “Ehehe......it’s quite simple, you know......all I want to do is give you a shot, zap you with electricity, and beat you with a hammer......” “EHHH!?” “You’ll become the best product ever......the strongest product in the universe that surpasses M-7110 and D-0030......!” Director Kane leapt at Kirby. Kirby made a run for it in a panic. “I don’t wanna! I’m not gonna work with you!” “It’s for the great Haltmann Works Company to prosper......if I analyze your strength and mass produce soldiers with the same abilities as you......our company will be invincible!!!” Director Kane rushes at Kirby to seize him, where Kirby runs around in an attempt to escape. “You know, we’re busy here, Director Kane. We wanna hurry up and go to the deeper room. Stop bothering us!” “You think I’ll let you? Your destination isn't the inner room, but my laboratory!” “Geez, how stubborn can you be!?” Being baffled, Kirby resolves himself, opens his mouth widely, and takes a deep breath. Kirby’s inhaling power is tremendous. A storm broke in no time and Director Kane’s body floated in the air. “Ah? Ah? W-What’s the big idea!!? AHHHHHHHH!!!” As he shrieked, Director Kane was inhaled by Kirby. Waddle Dee shouts. “You inhaled Director Kane! Are you okay, Kirby? Doesn’t your stomach hurt from inhaling that weird guy?” “Mm......Mmmm? It doesn’t......hurt......but......?” As he was saying, Kirby transformed with a loud pop. He became a form that wore a white suit, glasses, and a round reflector in his head. On his hands are a test tube with a seven-colored liquid and a beaker for some reason.

Waddle Dee blinked his eyes. “What happened, Kirby? You look......” “......” “Ah, could it be a Copy Ability......?” Waddle Dee clapped his hands. “Your appearance changed from inhaling Director Kane! But did that director have a special power? He didn’t look strong, not to mention how slow he is and can’t even fly in the sky......” To Waddle Dee in contemplation, Kirby said in a firm voice. “I’m tired of your yammering, Waddle Dee.” “......Huh?” “Don’t be a nuisance to my research.” Kirby emptied the liquid in the test tube to the beaker with a serious look. Waddle Dee was taken aback. “Ho......Hold on a sec......Kirby? What happened?” “Don’t call me so flippantly like Kirby. I’m Doctor Kirby.” “......Huuuuh!?” Waddle Dee sweated. “What are you saying!? Are you fine, Kirby!?” “Call me doctor!” “Y-Yes, doctor......” Waddle Dee became pale and whispered to himself. “What’s gotten into him? Don’t tell me that even Kirby’s under the enemy’s control like Bonkers......” Waddle Dee checked to see how Kirby was doing. With a frown, he would shake the test tube or mix the contents of the flask, but doesn’t seem to have any real hostility. “E-Erm......Doctor Kirby......” Said Waddle Dee nervously. “What is it, Assistant Waddle Dee.” “M-Me, an assistant!?” Although he was in a fluster, he decided to play along with it. “What are you researching, sir?” “You don’t know that and you're still an assistant!? You’re slacking off, Assistant Waddle Dee.” “Y-Yes, I’m sorry.” “Isn’t it obvious? I’m developing a medicine that will make all the foods in the world way yummier.” Waddle Dee sighed in relief. “Thank goodness! He’s just as usual!” “Hm? Did you say something, Assistant Waddle Dee?” “No, nothing.” Waddle Dee turned back and said to himself once again. “He’s not being controlled by the enemy. That’s great......but what use does this Copy Ability have? Only his speech became weird and it doesn’t look like he could use any special powers now......” “What are you murmuring about? Do refrain from whispering In the middle of researching.” “Yes, I’m sorry, doctor.” Waddle Dee turned to Kirby. “Erm......Doctor Kirby, it’s great to make all the foods in the world yummy, but isn’t the research to return Dream Land back to normal also important as well......?” “Oh? I see, that’s what it was. I of all people forgot all about it.” Doctor Kirby tucked away the test tube and the flask inside his white suit. “Let’s see here. We have to restore Dream Land that was reduced to a desolate wasteland to its bygone days and rescue the inhabitants who were brainwashed by the wicked company......that was our lofty mission, Assistant Waddle Dee.” “Y-Yes......precisely, sir.” “Off we go. Follow me!” Doctor Kirby barged into a nearby room. It looks to be the Haltmann Works Company’s reference room. All sorts of data are stored, but not a single employee was to be seen. It was after everyone fled in fear of Kirby the pink native attacking. “We analyze the data, Assistant Waddle Dee!” “Yessir!” Facing the large screen installed on the surface of the wall, Doctor Kirby pushed his glasses up and began operating the control panel at an incredible speed. Before Waddle Dee watching with his breath held, the screen began to shine and projected a complex floor plan. “Hmm, I’ve understood the structure of this building. I knew that this would be the command HQ. The commander is in the main control room just ahead!” “Huh......? You know that much?” “Obviously. Who do you think I am?” “Doctor Kirby......” “Exactly. I am Doctor Kirby, the most ingenious scientist in the galaxy! I can see through anything!” Doctor Kirby broke into a run as he shouted. “Ah, hang on......” While chasing him, Waddle Dee sighed in his heart. (Doctor Kirby......while I’m sure that he can be relied on, I do want Kirby to return back to normal......)

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[earwen]

saudade

↳ @taangweek 2020 Day 1: Tradition 

This was gonna go a certain way, but then SOMEONE (they know who they are) showed me some angsty stuff they were working on and this fic took a completely different turn. Sorry in advance y’all 

Summary: Aang goes back to the swamp on the same day every year. 

Warning: character death

Read it on ao3 or under the cut

saudade {Portuguese} the feeling of intense longing for a person or place you love but is now lost

‘

Aang catches her, finally, and chooses not to cushion their fall with any air, letting their bodies tumble into the damp earth instead. He hits the ground first, hands pinned against her back to keep her from jostling too much.  

“Rematch,” his wife demands. “You weren’t supposed to use any bending!”  

“You had an advantage! You’re always using seismic sense, so it’s impossible to sneak up on you, Toph.”

“This is the Earth Rumble all over again. Chase me again, you filthy little cheater.”

“It feels like I’ll always be chasing you,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the wisps of hair over her temple. He closes his eyes, basks in the bits of sunlight peeking through the plethora of trees above them. “I’ll catch you every once in a while, but I never get to keep you.”

He’s always going to be that twelve-year-old boy running after a pretty girl who won’t wait for him, her laughter taunting him—

“Thanks for killing the mood, Twinkletoes,” Toph retorts, punching him in the chest.

A thread of panic bursts inside of him because that punch had felt like nothing – like she’s made of air – so he desperately grabs her retreating fist and tucks it over his heart. She sighs like she’s both exasperated and in love with him, and it’s so familiar that when he blinks rapidly against the burning sensation behind his eyes, there’s already dew dotted along his lashes.

Toph snuggles into him, coiling the fingers from her other hand around Aang’s forearm. “Where are the boys?”

“With their grandparents.”

Her nose wrinkles. “You left them with my mom and dad?”

“They’re not that bad,” Aang smiles, small. “Your parents have been really helpful with watching them.”

“Fine,” Toph rolls her eyes. “Did Tenzin start bending anything yet? Please tell me he’s an earthbender.”

“Sorry, Sifu T,” comes his reply, and an involuntary laugh is yanked out of him when she starts cursing up a storm. “He sneezed the other day and shot six feet into the air. We have another airbender.”

“You’re telling me none of our kids are earthbenders. Absolutely none? That’s just fucking wrong.”

Aang turns, keeping her palm close to his chest as he drops his forehead against hers. “We only have two,” he whispers softly, pressing a soft kiss to the space between her dark brows. “I think our next kid would have been an earthbender. She would have been a girl too – strong and beautiful just like her mother.”  

“You think I would’ve kept popping out babies for you?” she throws back with a scoff. “You try giving birth and see how that shit feels.” Mild pause. “I guess you’re right though. A girl would have been nice.”  

The weight of her against him starts to fade at a frightening pace, which means he doesn’t have much time with her left.

A chasm lies in his chest, poisoned and concave, and the longer he lives and exists without Toph, the harder the abyss inside him threatens to swallow him whole. It’s an exhausing kind of pain that sleep and meditation cannot ease away. It languishes his body and runs his blood cold; it has him shaking with tears at night until all of it is slowly weaned from his body.

“I don’t want to go back,” Aang says helplessly against the arch of her throat, gripping onto the indents of her hips. “Please don’t make me leave. Don’t make me leave you.”

“If you leave our kids fatherless, I will claw my way out from the grave and bury you until you’re a thousand feet under.”

Aang chuckles wetly. “I would never do that to Gyatso and Tenzin. Not intentionally.”  

He doesn’t have a choice anyway.

The Avatar doesn’t get to stop just because the love of his life is gone. He doesn’t get to weep over the fact that they should have gotten so many more decades together, that she was supposed to keep insulting him and loving him until they were old and withered.

Some days, Aang believes he doesn’t want to live in a world where she’s no longer in it. He doesn’t want to move on from her, to wake up one day years from now and think it’s okay that she’s not by his side anymore. She’d been his home for the longest while and now that she’s gone, he’s been rendered homeless and lost for the second time in his entire life.  

But he never tells Toph any of these things.

It would upset her, Aang thinks, even if she’s just a wispy silhouette in his arms at this point.

He holds Toph until her spirit disappears with one last laugh that makes him feel like a kid again. He contemplates searching for her, like he’d done the years before, but he knows he won’t find her again. As much as he hates the significance of this day – hates it so much – it’s the only day where she comes back to him.

‘

(“Toph,” he rasps out shakily, the world around them falling silent. “Toph. Try to stay awake, please, please, Katara’s coming—”

He’s not a healer – he doesn’t have Katara’s gifts – but he presses water-gloved hands to the open wound in her chest anyway, willing it to do anything. Under his ministrations, the bleeding doesn’t stop and his breath hitches frantically in his throat.

A hand touches his cheek, trembling with the effort of keeping it pressed there. “Aang.”

Enough.

“No,” Aang chokes, distraught. “Toph, no—”

“I was supposed to watch the kids today,” she murmurs, so, so quiet, her chest stuttering. “You had that meeting with—”

“Fuck the meeting,” Aang cuts her off. “You’re – you’re going to be okay. We’re going to go home after this and when you finish healing, we’ll leave Republic City for a while – just you, me, Gyatso and Tenzin. You always said you wanted to travel again, so why not start now? We’ll go anywhere you want, I promise.”  

Toph’s smile is tiny and exhausted, and his vision of her begins to blur all around. “Tell the boys that I love them. T-That they’re my favorite people in the entire world. I know Tenzin’s still young and he probably won’t – he won’t remember me, but tell hi—”

“He will remember you because you’ll be telling that to him yourself.”

“Appa and Momo too. Tell them they’re good boys.”

The water is useless, so he tosses it to the side. When he feels Toph’s hand slipping from his face, Aang folds his hand over hers and shifts his head to kiss her palm desperately. Toph makes eye contact with him for once and even if she can’t see him, her gaze makes him crumple over her like a broken puppet, a shuddering sob leaving him.

“Stay with me,” Aang begs, his brow rested against hers. “I can’t do any of this without you. Please, Toph.”  

Toph inhales quickly. “I love you, Twinkle—”

And she stills in his arms completely, leaving him, her last breath wasted on trying to finish the rest of his nickname.)

‘

It’s sunset when Aang leaves the swamp, head bowed down to a grief that’s become a second layer of skin on him.

He’s surprised to find his friends surrounding the area where he’d left Appa outside.

“You come here every year,” Katara points out gently, immediately pulling Aang into her arms and letting him lean against her. “It wasn’t that hard to find you, knowing that fact. Do you still see her?”

“It’s the only time I see her,” he replies, bending to press his wet cheek against her shoulder. “You guys didn’t have to come.”

A large palm on the space of his shoulders, pressing lightly. “Of course we did, buddy,” Sokka chimes in, his smile tweaked by sadness. “We didn’t want you to be alone. And we thought that...maybe you’d be open to a new tradition on this day?”

Aang lifts his head, wiping at his tears. “What is it?”

“You know the underground arena that still holds the Earth Rumble tournaments?” Katara asks, her eyes overly bright and averted from the swamp behind Aang, like she’s trying so very hard not look for flashes of a pale woman with a flying boar herself. “Zuko convinced the new owner to open it just for the five of us for the rest of the night. It was To— it was one of her favorite places.”

She struggles even now to say Toph’s name out loud, and Aang understands. After her passing, it had taken him two years to be able to say her name without falling apart.

“We could have our own Earth Rumble,” Sokka says, “but with, you know, all the elements, a boomerang and a couple of fans.”

“You’re forgetting about earth,” Aang replies, but he feels the corners of his mouth twitching upward against his will.

“There’s an easy fix for that! I’ll chuck rocks at you. Or maybe Suki will because she has better aim anyway.”

Suki sneaks in from the side, slipping a comforting arm around Aang’s waist. “Only if you want to do this, Aang. It’s okay if you don’t. None of us wanted to be alone today, really.”

The memory of Toph would be all over that underground arena and it would hurt still. Spirits, it would hurt so much. But it’s better than being alone.  

He passes his gaze over to Zuko - who’s sitting on top of Appa’s head with the reins clutched tightly in his pale hands, who has his face turned away to hide his swollen eyes and blotchy cheeks, who had taken Toph’s death the hardest after Aang.

“I’d like to imagine that she’d be cheering us on from the other side while we all fight each other,” Suki adds, wistful. “And laughing when we get our asses kicked.”

Yes, Toph would do that.

“Okay,” Aang says on long exhale. “Let’s do it.”

‘

Aang steps into the arena after the rest of them pile onto it and smiles tearfully at the worn earth beneath his bare feet—

(“Somebody’s a little light on his feet. What’s your fighting name - the Fancy Dancer?”)

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[madasthesea]

Happy Star Wars Day!!! If today isn’t a good day for Star Wars AU, I don’t know what is.

The ship reverting from hyperspeed made Peter nearly fall out of his handstand.

“Master?” He called to the cockpit, his eyes still blindfolded. They weren’t supposed to reach their destination for several hours yet.

“Feet off the floor, Padawan,” Tony replied. He didn’t sound alarmed, and the Force was a quiet, if slightly queasy pool of light, as it always was in space, so Peter let himself relax a little bit, rebalancing himself on his palms.

“They are,” Peter protested. “Just as they have been for the last thirty minutes.”

“If you can’t take the punishment, don’t do the crime,” Tony said, his voice coming from the doorway. Peter could picture him leaning against the frame with his arms crossed, his smirk practically tangible in the Force. An imagine transferred clearly across their bond of a fluffy baby flitterbat, sleeping upside down.

Peter scowled, both at the accusation and the comparison, which made Tony give an undignified snort.

“I would hardly label what I did a crime,” Peter gritted out, shifting his weight. A half hour was a long time to hold a handstand, even for a Jedi.

“You called me old.”

“The word old never came out of my mouth.” Tony grabbed his ankle as he wobbled.

“You’re right, you said, and I quote—” Tony put on a high falsetto voice that was clearly meant to be a mimicry of Peter’s voice— “‘Don’t worry, Master, you’re in good shape for a man of your age.’”

“Which is a compliment,” Peter interjected.

“Your diplomatic skills leave something to be desired,” Tony sighed. “But you’ve served your time. Down you come.”

Peter held back any remarks of about time and gratefully flipped onto his feet, shaking his arms out before reaching up and tugging the blindfold off. He blinked at Tony for a second.

“There you are,” Tony said, smiling a little. “Now, aren’t you going to ask why we’ve stopped?”

“Only since you so clearly want me to, Master.” Peter followed Tony into the small bridge, collapsing gracefully into the co-pilot’s chair. “Why have we stopped at—“ He checked the nav computer— “Stewjon?”

“Got a call from the Council. They’re requesting help with a local dispute and we were closest.”

Peter nodded dutifully, already mourning the astrocartography exam he was going to miss. Master Sibwarra always made the make-up exams much harder than the original.

“Relax,” Tony admonished gently. “It’s our duty, much more than exams are.”

“Yes, Master,” Peter responded. In the first few months of his apprenticeship with Tony, that would have stung, but he’d learned to take the compliments and instructions with the same level of appreciation. “I know.”

“Besides, you could pass that class in your sleep.” And even Peter had to admit, that soothed like liniment on sore muscles. “And it just so happens,” Tony continued, leaving Peter to follow his train of thought, “that I have an acquaintance with a diner in the capital.” He cast a sideways glance at Peter. “And an apprentice with a bottomless pit for a stomach.”

Peter perked up a little bit at the prospect of a good, greasy meal. The refectory at the Temple served only the healthiest of fare, with the occasional fruit for dessert.

Tony smiled, probably sensing Peter’s lifting spirits. “I’ll have a ‘thank you, Master,’ if it’s not too much trouble.”

“Thank you, Master,” Peter said, and Tony’s eyebrow twitched upward in surprise at the sincerity.

 They were received with a level of ceremony that was bordering on absurd, but they endured it with the  grace of trained diplomats. They were shown to an airy chamber where two farmers were bickering. One was accusing the other of poisoning his crop while the other spouted vitriol.

Tony and Peter exchanged a look.

“Gentlemen,” Tony called, stepping forward. Both quieted and looked Tony over, their eyes widening as they saw the lightsaber hanging on his belt. “I think this can be resolved fairly easily, so long as we all cooperate.”

They both nodded. They sat down at a long table in the center of the room, Tony at the head of it and Peter at his right hand.

“Now,” Tony said calmly, his voice clear in the quiet chamber. He turned to the accused man, who was wringing his hands under the table. “Answer me honestly. Did you poison the fruit?”

The man blanched; glanced down at Tony’s hip where the ‘saber hung. “M-Master Jedi,” he said weakly.

Tony raised an eyebrow.

“Yes,” he admitted in a rush of breath. “Yes, I did.”

Chaos descended. Leaving them to it, Tony looked over at Peter. An image of a bantha burger floated across their bond, making Peter’s mouth water. Peter responded with an image of fried crezzils, golden and crispy, and nearly felt Tony’s sigh of longing. On the surface, they both maintained the mien of a stoic Jedi.

After a few more moments of uproarious arguing, Tony called order again, and quickly put Peter in charge of negotiating terms of reparation. The situation was so straightforward that even Peter—who was well aware that diplomatics were his worst area—managed it with ease and only the occasional need for back-up from Tony. They were then honored with an interminable tea ceremony (they both preferred caff, anyway) before they were finally free to find lunch.

Tony led the way through the fragrant merchant district, lined with shops and stalls selling a wide array of produce and handcrafts. Peter trotted along after him, looking this way and that, trying to take it all in.

“Iko-re does the best ixlatl cake in the parsec,” Tony said as they walked. Peter’s stomach rumbled at the thought—if sweets were a delicacy, ixlatl was the crown jewel. Ben had given him a bar of it for his twelfth lifeday and Peter had savored every creamy, sugary piece, shamelessly licking the melted remains off his fingers.

Just as they were passing through the most crowded part of the city so far—a square lined with carts and bins overflowing produce—there was a shout, followed be the unmistakable sound of a blaster firing.

More screams followed and people started running, scrambling over one another to get out of open space.

The Force was instantly taut with panic and fear. Tony and Peter snapped to attention, both of their hands going toward their ‘saber hilts.

Tony charged forward, pushing against the crowd. Peter, glancing upwards at the buildings around them, leapt up and grabbed a lamp sconce, hanging from it for a moment to see what was happening. Ahead, in a clearing of people, lay a middle-aged man, his eyes open and blank. A woman was crying over his body. And there, even further in the distance, two men were shoving people out of their way as they fled.

“Master,” Peter yelled, the loss of life ringing like a church bell in the Force, pounding in time with Peter’s frantic heartbeat.

“Go!” Tony answered without needing an explanation.

Calling on the Force, Peter went, jumping forward from lamp post to cart-top to balcony, sailing above the crowd instead of pushing his way through. He kept his eyes fixed on the murderers as he went.

As soon as he was through the square, he dropped to the cobblestone street, sprinting at full speed. He could feel Tony nearby, pursuing as well.

The men glanced behind them and their fear cut through the Force, sharp and acrid, when they realized they had Jedi on their tail. They veered down a side-alley.    

Peter summoned his ‘sabers to his hands, igniting them in a flare of blue light, the crystals humming in harmonized approval as he took chase. He hurled around the corner, springing off the alley wall with one foot so he didn’t have to slow down, only to immediately inhale a lungful of a foreign substance, making his throat burn. Coughing, he felt Tony’s concern echo through the Force as his master passed him.

“I’m fine,” he wheezed, picking up his pace. The fire in his lungs cleared after a moment. Thinking little of it, Peter darted forward, ‘sabers at the ready.

The men veered into another street; this one narrower than the main road, with little stalls selling jewelry and linens. The shopkeepers ducked behind their wooden carts as they saw Peter following, closing the distance.

He let a tiny smirk curve the corner of his mouth. The Force coiled inside him like a spring ready to be sprung—Peter was nearly lightheaded with the power pooling in his veins. He prepared to leap.

He blinked awake to Tony leaning over him, his expression set in studied calm.

He looked around at the detritus around him and realized he’s crashed directly into one of the vendors’ carts, smashing it and its wares. Peter craned his head to peer further down the alley and saw the men’s backs disappearing.

“Master,” Peter panted. “Go.”

“Hush,” Tony snapped, trapping Peter’s face in his hands and peering at him intently. “You just fainted, Padawan.”

“They’re getting away,” Peter protested, trying to sit up more but he was hit with a wave of dizziness. His eyes fluttered closed.

“Stay awake.” Tony’s thumb pulled Peter’s eyelid up, which was good because it suddenly felt like an Aurodium coin had been placed on it, like the Feorians do before burial.

Peter slumped further, all energy seemingly drained from his body. He didn’t even remember passing out. He remembered chasing the men, then waking up, as if watching a poorly transmitted hologram with gaps in the recording.

“Peter.” Tony’s voice was firm and laced with power that Peter had little choice but to obey. “Stay awake.”

Peter wanted to protest that he was trying, even if there was no such thing as ‘try.’ Obedient to his Master’s command, he forced his eyes open again, barely managing to focus on Tony’s face, the lines around his mouth creasing as he frowned.

“Master,” Peter slurred, and then he knew nothing but darkness.

 He woke up on fire. Burning in every inch of him, every inch of his crude matter, going so deep as to set the Force alight, the core of him that was meant to be untouchable.

He sucked in a breath but it only fanned the flames.

A scream tore from his throat, try as he might to hold it back. Tears gathered in his eyes and fell, blessedly cool on his skin, but the shame of it welled in his chest, scorching in his veins until there was nothing but heat and pain.

“Padawan.”

A lifeline, a reprieve: like a sip of cold, spring water after a month under Tatooine’s suns. Peter stilled his unconscious thrashing.

“Peter,” the voice said again. “Calm yourself.”

A hand, so cool in comparison to his own blazing skin it almost hurt, brushed away the tears still clinging to his cheek.

“That’s it. The Force, Padawan. Find the Force.”

The Force? The Force was screaming from the top of a pyre.

But that wasn’t right. The Force was always placid, always tranquil. Calmer and cooler than the river in the Room of a Thousand Fountains when his peers convinced him to join them for an illicit swim.

“Breathe out the pain,” came the gentle command. A hand covered his forehead and the hurt was winnowed from him like flame into the vacuum of space.

Peter exhaled a sob, but it must have been close enough because the meditation continued.

“Breathe in the Force.”

The Force. Peter imagined himself submerging in the Light, in the inextinguishable plenum of existence. The thrill of a ‘saber duel, the vibrant peace of a buzzing forest. His Master’s warm hand on his shoulder.

“There we go. Breathe out the—”

“Master.”  

“Right here, Peter,” Tony assured. He tugged so lightly on Peter’s braid that he almost didn’t feel it.

“I’m sorry,” Peter gasped. For screaming, he wanted to elaborate. For crying. For wanting Tony to hold him while he trembled in agony.

Tony made a shushing noise, softer and warmer and more lovely than anything Peter had ever heard. “You’ve done nothing to apologize for, little one. Just breathe.”

Peter reached out blindly, wanting some comfort, even if a Jedi should be above that.

A foreign hand caught his, and it occurred to him for the first time that there were others there, bustling around him. For the first time, he recognized the chemical stink of a healers.

His hand was passed to another, and this one was familiar, calloused from years of ‘saber practice, engulfing Peter’s hand entirely.

“Master,” he breathed again, hoping that Tony could hear what he was trying to say through their bond. What he wouldn’t say out loud.

“Yes,” Tony sighed, pressing his thumb against the pulse in Peter’s wrist. “I know.”

Another wave of pain crested over him.

“Sleep, Padawan. It’s all right.”

There was enough Force-compulsion in the simple order that Peter couldn’t have disobeyed even if he wanted to.

 Peter felt sluggish when he woke and he wrinkled his nose in annoyance at the dizziness clinging to him.

“There’s my poorly tempered, Padawan,” Tony’s amused voice said. Peter groaned in response. “Ah, yes. I’ve been missing that acerbic wit, young one.”

Forcing down a smile, Peter opened his eyes to give a rather pathetic looking glare to his Master, who was sitting at his bedside looking almost embarrassingly fond.

“There you are.” Tony smiled more freely than any other Jedi Master Peter had met, but only when looking at Peter, who was always an eager recipient.

“Did you get them?” Peter asked when his mind was clear enough to form the question.

The smile dropped, but a bit of begrudging humor lingered in Tony’s eyes. “You are intractable,” he reproached. “You’ve been in the healer’s care for three days. Don’t you care to hear about that?”

“No,” Peter answered honestly. He wanted to forget about it, in fact, humiliation creeping up his spine and making him pout before he could catch himself. What a terrible Jedi he must be, to be taken by surprise in such a way as to inhale a toxin, and then scream and cry like a crecheling having a tantrum while dealing with the consequences.

Tony reached forward suddenly and tugged sharply on Peter’s ear. “Enough,” he warned, his voice stern. Peter stilled, realized that perhaps his mental shields had not been tight enough to indulge in such self-recriminating thoughts.

He looked up at Tony in mute apology.

“No, I did not ‘get them,’” Tony said after a long moment, and Peter figured the subject change was akin to forgiveness. “I, for some reason that is increasingly baffling to me, prioritized the health of my young charge, who had collapsed like a swooning maiden from a holo’ drama.”

Peter scowled deeply at his Master, but Tony only raised a challenging eyebrow and Peter backed down.

“Besides,” Tony continued. “They got in a speeder bike. I couldn’t have caught up even if I had pursued.”

“Oh,” Peter said, slightly mollified. There was silence for a long moment as Peter thought of the man they had killed. Tony’s mouth turned downward and he patted the back of Peter’s hand. Then they released their sorrow together.

“You owe me ixlatl cake,” Peter finally said, eager to change the melancholy mood of the room.

“Do I?” Tony said, his amusement glittering in the Force. Peter relished it. “Very well. You will get your ixlatl cake, so long as you beat me in a quarterstaff duel.”

Peter sighed, longsuffering, knowing that that was not so much a suggestion as a command. HIs quarterstaff technique was terrible and Tony knew it. He certainly would not be winning himself any cake. But Tony would probably give it to him anyway.

“Yes, Master.”

#Star Wars AU #SW AU #Irondad and Spiderson #Tony Stark #Peter Parker #MCU #brotp: speaking of loyalty #my writing #fic #ixlatl is chocolate by the way #but it's Star Wars so we have to have a different name that no one knows #may the fourth be with you

[rejectofsociety]

Febuwhump: Day Nine

Prompt: Buried Alive

Summary: One dreadful night, Peter is declared dead. However, his healing factor is much stronger than anyone anticipated.

Word Count: 1,956

Warnings: Major Character Death 

Written For: @febuwhump

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The last thing Peter remembered was a long needle sliding effortlessly into his arm, followed by a groggy wave of heavy soreness washing through his practically immobile body. He had been beaten into near-senselessness and yet his mind could only focus on one thing: the baby girl Michelle would be giving birth to in just a few weeks. He had to get up and finish this battle. He had to come out on top. Yet, as his muscles tensed in an attempt to rise to his feet, he found himself unable to move in the slightest. It was like his body was no longer existent and he was now no more than a spirit frozen with nothing but the sound of his heartbeat fading away like a dying drum to keep him company. The sensation of terror shaking his insides mixed with fury and frustration at his failure made him grow lightheaded and feverish.

"That should do it," a gruff voice said to the men beside him; their faces were bruised and their knuckles bloodied, "now toss him outside... his family will find him soon enough."

After a mumbling of 'yessir' from the thugs, Peter felt himself getting yanked off the ground and heaved over the shoulder of an enemy. His eyes fluttered shut and he let out a wheezing breath then felt the freezing midnight air of January strike his open wounds. Never before had he felt so useless and weak— how could he let this happen? How could he have let himself be beaten so brutally? Searing pain shot through every wound and overwhelmed his senses. I'm so sorry, MJ. He thought as his consciousness slipped away and his life escaped through his lips.

As predicted, Peter's family did find him— about five hours later. It was none other than Ned Leeds who had found his friend laying crippled in the lingering snow on his way to work. Peter's lips were blue and his skin was pale with blood loss— his body was colder than death itself. Ned ran to his crippled friend and collapsed to his knees at his side. He gripped Peter's shoulder's tightly and cried out his name.

"Peter!" He exclaimed, "no, no, no! Stop playing around!"

He shook his friend's body harshly, as if trying to awake him from a deep slumber. But Peter was stubbornly frozen, his heart stopped in its tracks, his body practically made of ice— he was dead. Despite the undeniable truth, Ned held Peter's corpse close to his chest and begged quietly for him to wake up.

"C-c-c'mon man..." Ned whimpered, "get up... let's go home."

It would be several more minutes until Tony arrived on the scene and phoned a hospital. He knelt beside the two young men and repeatedly begged FRIDAY to check for a heartbeat, as if she were merely choosing to torture him with some sick joke. Again and again, the AI somehow managed sadness in her voice when she reported that she found no heartbeat.

Later that morning, Peter was carried away from the scene in a body bag. Neither Tony nor Ned could see the blue bag holding a frozen corpse through the tears in their eyes. As heart-wrenching yet numbing the events were, the worst was yet to come— and the worst began with telling Michelle her lover had brutally passed away.

"M-m-michelle," Ned shakily began, many minutes later when he found himself standing in Michelle's living room.

"Ned, what is it?" Michelle asked anxiously, she hadn't slept at all the night before, "have you found Peter?"

His eyes dropped to the ground and the tears came rushing back to his eyes. His mouth opened and closed a few times as he searched for words to speak. Michelle shifted on her sore feet and felt her heart rate spark up.

"Ned?" She called, her tone somewhat demanding, "what happened?"

"Peter..." he drew in a deep breath and choked back a sob, "Michelle, he's gone..."

Michelle went dead silent and time seemed to slow to a stop. The blood drained from her face and her head grew light as the world seemed to disappear around her. She stumbled forward and Ned rushed forward to lower her carefully to the ground. All of her senses were muted, seemingly blocking the reality of his words from sinking into her mind. Ned spoke another sentence, supposedly one of comfort, yet it completely bypassed Michelle's hearing.

"I-I-I don't believe it!" Michelle cried.

"I know, I know," Ned rasped as he wrapped his arms around her, "it doesn't seem real."

"He can't- h-he can't-" was all she could manage as her voice broke and cracked.

She felt a tiny little foot smashing into the wall of her uterus, as if the baby was asking for her father. Michelle broke into uncontrollable sobs at this and clasped her hands over her stomach. Ned could only hold her closer.

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Four days later, the funeral took place. It was modest and uncrowded, just how Peter would have wanted it. The only ones to attend were the Avengers, May, Ned, Betty, and Michelle— no former classmates, no coworkers, no one who would arrive out of pity (not even Michelle's family arrived). 

Michelle refused to view her lover's body. She physically couldn’t bring herself look at Peter if he wasn’t alive, even if his wounds were sealed and cleaned. It's not like she'd be able to see anything through her tears anyways.

After Peter's coffin was lowered into the cavity carved out of the graveyard's ground, Michelle stood from a distance, shaking and sobbing silently. May and Ned kept their arms wrapped around her tightly while Tony and Pepper stood nearby with Morgan clinging to them tightly. The ten year old girl's gaze traveled from Michelle to the grave every few seconds, her eyes red and puffy from crying for the past four days.

Finally managing to contain herself after many deep breaths, Michelle gathered a handful of dirt in her hand and paced towards the grave. Each step was nauseating and made her clouded mind grow heavy and ache. Staring down at that coffin made her legs grow weak, and part of her wanted to lay in that coffin next to Peter, close her eyes and maybe pretend they were merely sleeping in their bed together. Of course that was a ridiculous fantasy.

That handful of soil fell from her hand in what felt like slow-motion. As it collided with the wooden coffin with a soft pitter-patter, a heartbeat was reawakened. A faint sound from within the corpse's chest that could only be picked up by the finest hearing. Peter's seemingly deceased body had been working desperately to heal itself from the moment it had been tossed outside. Now, just hours too late, the process was finished and his wounds were healed.

The first sound to meet his ears was the gentle sound of muffled footsteps stalking away from him. Then a weighted soreness washed over his body, as if he had done an intense workout the day before. 

A loud clatter sounded from above as a shovel carelessly tossed earth on top of the coffin. Slowly, Peter's eyes opened and he inhaled a lungful of musty, stuffy air that caught in the back of his throat. The scent of old dust and fresh dirt hit his nose like a snare, making tired adrenaline awaken in his veins. A chorus of thumps as one shovel-full after another of soil was tossed on top of him and his eyes groggily forced themselves open.

"Em.... j-ay," he croaked out hoarsely, his voice breaking weakly.

A few muffled words reached his hearing and suddenly his heart rate spiked and thundered in his ears. Terror enveloped his body as he stared above to recognize the wooden barrier that sat hardly inches away from his face. 

Claustrophobia forced the walls around him to seemingly cave in, making his stiff body begin to tremble anxiously. He inhaled sharply, only to cough and choke when only dust entered his lungs— he was already low on oxygen. His eyes widened and tears rushed to his eyes, blurring his vision. Instinctively, he flexed his tired arms in an attempt to reach out and free himself. His fists almost instantly hit the casket's roof and, with his arms staying glued to his sides and having hardly any space to move, the hit was feeble and useless. Panic flared inside of him and his heart pounded dangerously fast and impossibly loud, so loud it became the only thing he could hear. His entire body felt feverish as if it had been set on fire, yet at the same time it was freezing cold, like getting hypothermia at the same time as a heatstroke. Frigid sweat dripped down his back and face as he trembled.

Again, he weakly smashed his fists against the wood, only managing to rattle the coffin. If he had awakened earlier, the two men burying him would have seen the shaking and instantly pull him out. But now there were several weighted layers of dirt covering the casket, and the movements went unnoticed.

Dread and helplessness fell heavily upon Peter like each shovel-full of soil being carelessly tossed on his coffin. He hysterically smashed his fists and knees against the roof as much as the tiny space would allow as every muscle horror. His body was still sore and exhausted, yet the adrenaline fought this as much as it could. He had to meet his daughter. He had to raise her with Michelle. He had to see Ned get married to Betty.

"N-no," he wheezed hoarsely, "MJ! No, no, no!"

His useless cries and pleads were drowned out, deeming him mute. His breathing grew shallow and rapid with his eyes squeezed shut as if that would chase away the feeling of the walls collapsing around him.

His knee crashed through the weakened wood and he felt dirt spill coldly over his clothed legs. A plume of dust filled the casket, forcing Peter into a coughing fit as the debris filled his lungs. 

Surely that caused an effect on the surface, someone had to have seen that. He thought with misplaced hope. He blinked away some dust, and for a moment he managed to contain himself enough to strain his ears to listen to the voices above.

"Don't worry. It was just the dirt settling," a gruff voice stated, "it tends to do this. Now hurry, we're almost done here."

"No!" He called desperately, thrashing as much as he could manage as tears streamed down his cheeks, "please no!"

Too panicked to control his breathing, the shaky breaths became unbearably frantic. However, he was fresh out of oxygen and was only hyperventilating dust that clogged his throat and stung his nose. This can't be happening. This can't be happening. This can't be happening. Michelle, I'm sorry! Were the only thoughts circling his mind as he fought for consciousness. He felt his breaths grow weak and shuddering as he became increasingly lightheaded. His heart palpitated and skipped beats in terror. His throat was now too dry and scratchy to scream any longer— the words that left his mouth were croaky and hardly whispers. His movements were rapidly slowing down and growing weak.

"M... michelle," he rasped softly, his last breath escaping his lips like a ghost.

His heartbeat faded away and became faint as his body went limp and his eyes fluttered shut. He was not dead yet, only unconscious with lack of oxygen. However, within minutes he would be a corpse once more— laying in a broken coffin with tears drying on his face, dirt in his lungs, and a daughter who would never meet her father.

#Febuwhump #Febuwhump 2021 #whump #whump prompt #angst #peter parker #spiderman #mj #michelle jones #ned leeds #tony stark #iron man #avengers #marvel #mcu #fanfic #fanfiction #petermj #spideychelle #peter parker angst #peter parker whump #spiderman angst #spiderman whump

[deviatedwinter]

(Josh Washington x Reader)

Come back

ANGST

Request: A Josh x Reader angst where reader breaks up with Josh after the prank (requested by @frostca11, I didn't know which prank so I did Josh's!)

Word count: 1.7k

Authors's note: Aight just so y'all know: I feel sympathy for Josh and I know that in his mind he thought he was in the right, but for the sake of the angst, reader is going to be against Josh's actions and not understand his reasonings.

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All you could remember was your assailant's terrifying grip. The obsidian eyes of the clown stared into your own as an oxygen mask was brought up to your mouth. The cold gas burned at your nostrils before your eyelids gained weight and your vision faded, his grip appearing to soften as he laid you on the cold floor.

"I'm sorry.." You could faintly hear before you drifted off.

Now, you were in a dark room, the only light coming from a hanging lightbulb on the ceiling, the only sound being a moth that buzzed as it collided with the warm glass.

Your mind was groggy as you accustomed to your surroundings. A thick layer of dust rested on everything in the room except for you.

Where were you?

You had to be in the lodge. There were no signs of any melted snow on your body, so you couldn't have been taken outside.

You gazed down at your body as it sat in a wooden chair, your ankles free from restraint while your hands weren't.

You wiggled your wrists, but the nylon restraining them wouldn't budge.

Oh God, where did the maniac go? What was he gonna do to you?

Fear set in. You unconsciously let out a whimper as you began to struggle.

Then, you heard voices.

"What was that?" A feminine voice asked, it laced with concern.

It was Sam.

"I don't know, where did it come from?" Answered a male.

Mike.

"Sam! Mike!" You cried, your wrists starting to itch from the restricting fabric.

You heard footsteps before their two faces met yours in the doorway.

Quickly, Sam knelt behind you to undo your binds while Mike stayed in the doorway on lookout.

"This guy..he.." You began, still in a daze.

"We know, we're gonna get out of here. Are you alright?" Sam asked, looking you over.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thank God you found me." You replied, slowly standing.

"Where's Josh?"

A silence set over the room, a brief glance being shared between Sam and Mike that you almost didn't notice.

"The psycho..he got to him." Sam explained, knowing she couldn't stomach a lie to her friend.

You felt like the world turned upside down and gravity was shut off, your body flying into the darkness of space. The darkness consuming you like you were drowning. Your heart hurt, and tears broke the surface of your eyes before spilling over like a splintered dam.

"Hey, stay with us, come on." You heard Mike's voice, it snapping you from your pained daze. His hands were on your shoulders as Sam looked at you with a sad look as well.

You only nodded, your eyes still having a far away look to them as your mind raced.

If only you had stayed with him, you could have protected him.

You could have saved him.

But no, after the seance, you were dead set on being alone. The thought of communicating with Hannah's spirit took a toll on you. You needed to think, and so did Josh as Chris and Ashley explored the library.

Meekly, you followed Sam and Mike as they snuck down a grimy corridor. You tried not to think about the amount of dust you were inhaling as the particles danced in front of your face.

Then, you heard crying. It was muffled, but there.

"Is that.. crying?" Mike questioned before hesitantly opening a large metal door.

The sight that was brought to your eyes caused your breath to catch in your throat.

Ashley and Chris were tied to chairs, a gun in Chris's hand as he sobbed, a pair of rotating sawblades slowly descending upon them.

Coming in for the kill.

The three of you rushed over, a mix of yells coming from all of you.

"Chris!"

"Ash!"

"No!"

Then, a figure stepped in from the shadows, his mask sickeningly familiar.

The sawblades slowly stopped moving, the dwindling whir of them leaving the room in silence.

The silence was interrupted when Chris pointed the gun at the masked man, firing it several times.

But there was no blood. The man didn't even flinch.

"Ah, Chris, Chris, Chris. You've heard of blanks before, right?" 

Your blood ran cold as the maniac reached up to take his mask off.

But nothing could prepare you for who lied under it. 

The small smile, the glint in his eyes.

Josh. Your Josh.

"Josh?!" you cried, confusion gripping you. Was everyone pranking you? Why would Sam tell you he was dead? What was going on?

"See, did you feel humiliated, scared? Like my sisters did one year ago? It's not fun being pranked now is it?" He wasn't talking to you, but rather the group standing in front of him.

"What the hell is happening?! Because as far as I know, I've been knocked out for the past hour." You snapped, feeling like everything was hitting you at once.

"Your boyfriend dressed up as a killer and has been terrorizing us all night!" Ashley cried from her seat as she trembled.

Your gaze met Josh's, his mouth slightly agape as he was met with your hurt expression.

"Babe..I didn't hurt anyone..I made sure you were just asleep, nothing more." He said, his tone sounding like a child who was just scolded.

"Josh that's still-"

You were cut off by Mike, his voice filled with rage.

"You're fucking lying, Jessica is dead!" 

The room stood still, a breathe catching in your throat. 

"What?" Josh whimpered.

"She's dead! You're gonna fucking pay you-!"

He was cut off as you intercepted him, your hand grabbing his wrist before the gun in his hand could touch Josh.

"Mike! Let's think clearly for a second!"

He was seething, his dirt covered face portraying a scowl.

"You were in on this, huh?! You a fucking murderer too?!"

"No-!"

He shoved you aside before grabbing a hold of Josh, Chris joining him as they restrained him.

"Babe! I didn't do anything wrong! Tell them that! I did not hurt Jessica!" Josh yelled as the two men pulled him out of the room.

Your gaze was locked into the ground, your frame trembling as a hand rested on your forearm. Sam gave you a sympathetic look before backing off to check on Ashley, who was distraught as well.

You shakily ran out of the room, finding a set of stairs before making your way outside. From there, you followed the sets of footprints to an outbuilding beyond the lodge.

"Mike, she didn't do anything, don't hurt her!" Was the first thing that met your ears. Josh, his voice was desperate as he pleaded.

The snow crunching under your feet alerted the three, causing you to become uneasy as they turned to look at you.

"I'm not gonna hurt her you asshat." Mike huffed at Josh before facing your distraught expression.

"Can I please just talk to him? For a minute?" You asked, your eyes pleading more than your words.

Chris and Mike exchanged a look before shrugging and stepping out, Chris speaking as he passed you.

"Good luck. He's totally out of it."

And with that, they were out of sight.

You shakily stood in front of your boyfriend, his wide eyes softening at your presence.

"I didn't kill anyone.."

You gulped, wanting to believe him. Why hadn't you known this was going to happen? What had you missed?

After his sisters went missing he went to therapy. He stayed at an institution for a while. Meanwhile, you responded to every call, every text. You visited as much as you could, and you held him as he sobbed into your shoulder. Was there more you could've done?

"Josh... if that's true, a lot could've still gone wrong! What if the sawblades killed Ash and Chris?? What if you gave me too much gas when you grabbed me?"

His head tilted, his jaw clenching.

"I made sure it wouldn't! Why don't you believe me?!" He yelled, his eyes filling with anger and hurt.

"Josh, you dressed up as a clown and chased me like you were going to kill me! I can't trust you right now, even if I want to!" You cried, not believing what you were hearing. You wanted so desperately to wake up and this be a dream.

"They turned you against me! You're just like Mike and the others huh? Go and sleep with Mikey boy if you don't trust me!" He yelled, his outburst ending in random mumbles as he shook his head, his shoulders slouched.

"Josh.." Tears pricked your eyes "What you did turned me against you. You need help.."

"Shut up! I should've known you were like them! You can't take a joke either! You're a fake! A phony!"

His words felt like stabs in your chest, tear spilling over onto your cold cheeks.

"Josh, you're a good person, but until you get help, we need to be apart. I can't be with you when you're like this, when you think torturing your friends is right!" You tried your best to steady your wavering voice, trying your best to stay strong.

"You never loved me! If you did, you'd understand! Go! Leave me alone! Let those assholes beat me up if that's what, what you want!" He panted, his mouth forming more mumbles as he rocked back in forth in his restraints.

"No Josh, That's not-"

"GO! GET OUT HERE!"

You couldn't hide the sob that escaped your throat as you backed up into the cold outdoors. You turned your back on him as you ran towards the lodge, the bitter wind not hurting your skin as much as his words hurt your heart.

He's not himself. We'll take him to get help and he'll be alright. He needs to take his meds, it'll be alright.

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Josh gazed down at his blue overalls as he rocked back and forth in his stool, tears slowly running down his cheeks. A shrill shriek sounded in the distance, and he wasn't sure if it originated from his mind or not.

"Please..please come back. I'm sorry. I didn't..I didn't mean it..I love you.."

#until dawn #josh washington #josh Washington x reader #until dawn x reader #until dawn josh #josh washington x reader #ud josh

[fyregrayfong]

Hesitate 3|15

Chapter 3

So called vigilante justice

It's your first day out on the field and you get the call about a certain person who is causing commotion in front of some shops with some thugs.

You hopped off the squad car and noticed all the damages one girl and a large polar bear dog could do in numerous shops. Officer Song and the other officers started to try to apprehend the girl while another officer goes and gets witness accounts of what happened. You couldn’t help but overhear how the elderly couple swore to the spirits that the girl was bending three of the four elements. You’re surprised to realize if this girl could be the avatar. Your focus on the witness when you don’t notice the struggle going on with the girl fighting with the officers and she takes off on her polar bear dog. Everyone gets back in the car and start chasing the girl officer Song metal bends his cable to apprehend her, but she breaks free right when she thinks she’s in the clear the police airship captures the polar bear dog and the girl taking them straight to the station. While you and officer Song follow suit behind the airship.

While you looked thru the one way mirror in the interrogation room with officer Song you could feel the tension thick enough to cut with something as soft as a leaf; both the chief and girl not happy to see either one.

Lin ran her finger down the list of charges against Avatar Korra while she walked back and forth behind her, "Let's see. Multiple accounts of the destruction of private and city property. Not to mention evading arrest. You're in a whole mess of trouble, young lady." The clipboard was slammed down onto the metal table, the Avatar was quick to interject her defense.

"But there were a group of thugs threatening a shopkeeper and I had to—" the Avatar’s words were quick to be shut down by Lin's harsh words.

"—Can it. You should've called the police and stayed out of the way." A slight smirk on the chief’s face before she goes back to an annoyed expression when the Avatar getting ready to rebuttal.

"But I couldn't just sit by and do nothing. My duty is to help people," Korra said, You see, I'm the Avatar."

“some help, she’s destroyed multiple shops” you mutter under your breath as you crossed your arms, not really impressed with the Avatar either.

Lin said while crossing her arms, "Oh, I am well aware of who you are, and your Avatar title might impress some people, but not me."

"Alright fine, then I want to talk to whoever's in charge," Korra said smugly.

"You're talking to her. I’m Chief Beifong.” Lin took a seat across from Korra at the interrogation table.

Korra was shocked realizing who she was speaking to, "wait. Beifong? Lin Beifong? You’re Toph's daughter?"

"What of it?"

“well, then, why are you treating me like a criminal. Avatar Aang and your mother were friends, they saved the world together" Korra said.

“she seems like brat to me. throwing that title like it’s some sort of free pass” you comment again

“that’s ancient history and it’s got diddly squat to do with the mess you are in right now. You can’t just waltz in here and dole out vigilante justice like you own the place,” a guard opened the door, "Chief, Councilman Tenzin is here."

"Let him in," Lin said as she got up and stood at attention, her arms behind her back.

Councilman Tenzin enters the interrogation room, his gaze shifting over the two of them. From Korra and finally onto Lin. So this was the one and only airbending master. He'd certainly built a reputation for himself.

Korra surprised at him, "Tenzin, sorry. I got a little sidetracked on my way to see you."

Tenzin seemed to ignore the Avatar altogether and inhaled deeply before turning his attention to Lin, "Lin, you are looking as radiant as usual," he said.

Lin crossed her arms done with the silly antics, "Cut the garbage, Tenzin. Why is the Avatar in Republic City? I thought you were supposed to be moving down to the South Pole to train her."

It was clear that he wasn't pleased with her actions. Deliberately disobeying an order, already into trouble on the first day into the city. "My relocation has been delayed. The Avatar, on the other hand, will be heading back to the south pole immediately, where she will stay put,"

"But–" Korra tried to interject but was once again shut down.

"–If you would be so kind as to drop the charges against Korra, I will take full responsibility for today’s regrettable events and cover all the damages."

"Fine. Get her out of my city." Lin annoyed as she looked back at Korra then released her from the handcuffs before crossing her arms.

"Always a pleasure, Lin. Let's go, Korra."

You quickly leave the room next door and manage to see the Avatar and councilman Tenzin and look at Lin still in the interrogation room looking at the papers and tears them apart. You can’t help but speak out

“who does she think she is, nothing but an irresponsible, hot headed brat. Nothing at all like the previous Avatar.” You cross your arms and look down leaning against the metal walls.

Lin looks over and couldn’t help but give a small smile at your comment if you looked any later you would’ve missed it.

“get back to work, rookie”

You worked for the remainder of the day till you were done with your shift. You’ve kept shadowing officer Song and observed petty thefts and diffusing altercations between citizens.

You walked back into your apartment and bent the armor off of yourself before taking a shower and changing into some domestic clothes. Just an all black clothing and headed out to the streets and watched the night life in the city. Though you were tired from your first shift you hadn’t noticed that you haven’t eaten all day. You walk to a small hidden in an alley restaurant pretty close to the apartment, seemed to be the midpoint between the station and your place of residence.

You take a table and order a bottle of sake and takes a swig before ordering a rice bowl and some teriyaki chicken.

“surprised to find you here” said the older woman

You look up and notice the chief still in her uniform a surprised expression before you quickly give her a slight smile “surprised to see someone eat? Yeah I guess if you’re not use to the sight”

Lin let out a soft scoff and takes a seat across from you. You couldn’t help but get slight nervous that out of all the seats Lin decided to sit in front of you. “you’re being smart with me? Just surprising that not too many know about this place.” she said

“oh, sorry… it’s close to my apartment, found it on my way home one night. They got better food that the most established places”

“you’re right about that” Lin muttered the waiter beings your food and takes the chief’s order and you’re quick to order a bottle of sake for the chief before she could refuse

“come on Chief, your shift is done, relax a bit” though with her rigidness you could think she wouldn’t. You pull your bottle up to your lips to take a sip but can’t stop looking over at Lin who is just staring at the bottle unsure.

“it’s not poisoned if that’s what you’re thinking” you muttered as you take the sip “do you need a lesson on how to drink from a bottle? I wouldn’t thought you would know how”

Lin rolled her eyes and her cheeks redden with anger “of course I know how to drink, I’m not an idiot. I could out drink you any day”

You scoff and can’t help but laugh “sure, like to see you try, but I’m not in a getting drunk kind of mood, but if you are by all means don’t let me stop you. I’ll watch over you”

“I’ll do no such thing, that is certainly not the right image for the public to see their chief” she muttered

A silence enters between you as you both start to eat your dinners. You’re enjoying your meal before you hear her voice

“so what did you think for your first day?” a surprising amount of softness in her voice that you could have sworn came from someone else.

“it was interesting other than that annoying Avatar. Some balance she supposed to be all she’s done is caused destruction to the city” you sound annoyed thinking back to that interrogation room.

“yeah, she’s nothing like Avatar Aang, that’s for sure” Lin retorted as she continued eating.

“you know, I suspect she will be causing more trouble” you say

“what do you mean?” Lin looked up at you putting her rice bowl down

“well it’s no surprise of the rife between the benders and non-benders. The city hasn’t come up with a plan of action to ease that tension to create a harmony and make it fair between the non-benders and benders. Now enters Avatar Korra who is the embodiment of all the elements of bending which will further push that riff between the two parties. More riff means more chaos, which means more work for the police.” You sigh as you stare at the bottle of sake then take a drink finishing it and notice the chief looking at you, a small blush creeping up on your cheeks unsure if its from her gaze or the alcohol hitting you.

“that’s intuitive of you” she spoke looking at you then glances out at the dining area.

“yeah…but anyways, this has been nice” you spoke out “the food? Yeah it’s some of the best in Republic City” Chief spoke nonchalant

“well that too, but no chief. I meant the company. It’s nice having a meal with a colleague…a friend.” You spoke softly

Lin sat up in her seat her eyebrow raised “sure it’s better than a meal by yourself, depends on the person. Sometimes better having a peaceful meal than an annoying one”

“That’s true. You sound like you’ve had enough experience with those kinds of meals” You smirk as the waiter comes and picks up the dishes and empty sake bottles, and you pull your wallet out and take some yuans to pay for the meal.

“I got this (y/n)” Lin spoke

“don’t sweat it Chief. I got it. Not every day you get the chance to share a meal with chief of police.”

“Lin…” she responded

“hmm?” you looked at her unsure to why she spoke her name.

“we’re not on shift you can call me by my name”

“well Lin, if the spirits allow it you can pay the next meal we share.” You give her a soft smile and you both stand up and head out the door and go onto the sidewalk.

You notice Lin step towards her car and gets in and you stand still on the sidewalk looking at her you give her a small smile and wave putting your hands in her jacket and turn to start walking in the opposite direction.

“Did you walk to the restaurant?” Lin called out.

“yeah, so much time on my ass at work. It’ll be good to walk and be on my feet” you say

“I mean…I can give you a ride to your residence”

“oh no, Chief, you don’t have to bother. I’m good” you wave your hand at her trying to be polite then run your hand to the back of your neck.

“Lin, and I insist now get it, unless you expect me to give you an order as chief” she looked over at you and cocked her eyebrow.

You stand your back stiffens up, honestly she can order me any time anywhere, but you walk over and get into her satomobile.

“uh… it’s about 7 blocks from here, 12th and 3rd St” you sit up and watch Lin start the satomobile and does a U-turn then drives in the direction towards your apartment.

There is a silence inside the car but it’s a comfortable sense. You enjoy looking out into the night scene watching the lights and city life. You look over at Lin and your eyes roam all over her face admiring how the city lights illuminate on her face as she drives. Her concentrated look while she drives with both her hands on the wheel. You look away before she can call you out, before long Lin pulls up in front of your building and you’re spaced out and don’t seem to notice at first before you hear Lin mumble.

“hmm?” you look at her then look around at your surroundings and notice your apartment building “oh, we’re here, sorry” you sit up and open the door and step out.

“thanks for the lift…Lin” you give her a soft smile

“sure, see you tomorrow, (y/n).” She waves you off and drives off and you watch her go then slowly turn inside the building and go up to your apartment, kicking your shoes off by the door and put your keys in the bowl. You step into your bedroom and dive back onto your bed. You look up at the ceiling, feeling your eyes heavy from your first day at the police force, but you can’t help but smile that you were able to have an unexpected dinner with Lin and even catch a ride with her. Before long you knock out wondering how your second day will turn out.

#lin x reader #linbeifong #fanfic #first fanfic #fyrefics #TLOK1Hesitate

[beautyandthewarcanons]

Echo's Beacon: Part Twenty Six

[You can read part twenty five here! All BATW & DTTR characters belong to @poisonappletales ! ❤]

"You better stay away from her, with that temper of yours." X warned. "Because if you lay one scratch on my woman, I'll make sure you-"

Without warning, Wind whirled around, shoving X against the wall like a rag doll. "I told you that it wouldn't end well for you if you called her that again."

X clenched his teeth, grabbing Wind and flinging the Imugi off of him. "Alright, you wanna play, let's play!"

"Gentlemen, please!" Ambrosia cried.

"Princess, take your friend and get out of here-" X was cut off when Chase came up from behind, shoving the criminal to the ground. I inhaled sharply as X rolled onto his back, hopping to his feet. He was about to sucker punch Chase, when Wind grabbed his arms. X's hair and eyes began to glow, phasing into Aries mode. Ambrosia took hold of me, trying to get me to my feet.

However, I felt paralyzed as my vision blurred for a moment.

And then, I no longer saw them.

I saw Xavier. I saw him in a struggle against Wade, Caleb helping him. The prisoner unsheathed a blade, slicing Caleb's face and chest before stabbing his eye. Just before landing the killing blow, Wade grabbed Xavier, turning him around before shoving his thumbs into the man's eyes. Wade's unkempt nails reduced the man's eyes to jelly as he screamed. Falling to his knees, Wade bore his teeth as he picked up the blade Xavier had dropped... and as Caleb dragged himself across the floor, bleeding to death... Wade cut out the man's tongue before shoving him through the basement door.

Ambrosia gasped as an overhead lightbulb burst. The three men had stopped their brawl. I clutched the sides of my head, my screams like nails on a chalkboard.

Bo Peep held Barium's hand, leading him to where we were. "They're there, and they're fighting over who-"

Suddenly, as the pair rounded the corner, a gunshot went off.

Barium shoved Bo behind him. I cried at the sound, clinging to Ambrosia as she stared ahead in shock. Chase looked around silently as Wind snarled lowly. X's brows twisted up in bewilderment.

Before them, Unknown lowered his hand, smoke still rising from his gun. There was a small hole in the ceiling above them. For once, he wasn't grinning.

"None of you are being very nice... are you?" He asked. I continued to tremble, sobbing quietly against Ambrosia's shoulder. Barium narrowed his eyes as the blanketed man turned then, without another word, walking away from them.

It took quite some time for the present group to piece together what had just transpired.

---

Brooks played with one of her dreads. The entire group sat in the living room, a fire burning strong within the hearth. Barium sat in the large armchair, looking around at everyone before shifting his gaze to me.

"Kara." He began. "I'd like you to tell me your version of what happened."

I took in a breath. My throat still looked poorly. "I was talking to Rosemary in the bedroom. Then he came, asking for me." I motioned to Wind. "He wanted to know of I could really see the spirits here. After a couple minutes of hounding me, he finally believed me enough to let up." I said, my expression hard. "He told me that he thought he sensed something. He didn't give me much of a choice before we went down to the basement. Before that, though..." I shot Wind a look. "He promised me that he wouldn't leave me alone down there. But he lied."

Silence trickled for a few moments. Chase stared at his feet.

"What happened next?" Barium asked. Onyx stood beside the armchair like a sentinel, silent as the grave.

"As soon as his feet hit the ground, he barely stayed with me. I tried to tell him about Xavier... the spirit Bernard told me inhabits the basement. But Wind was preoccupied."

"I heard someone down there. If you hadn't been such a noisemaker, I would have had them-"

"Don't... speak to me." I seethed.

Wind scoffed. "Maybe if you weren't so soft, you could actually defend yourself-"

"I'm sorry that I'm not an Imugi. I'm sorry that I'm nothing but a stinky, soft, needy human to you." My voice began to rise. Wildfire snorted, trying to hold in a chuckle. Arsenik shot her a look. "I just thought that after all this time, maybe we could have been SOME semblance of friends, after all the times I stuck up for you and tried to get other people off your back-"

"I don't need your help. Unlike you, I don't take every little insult personally."

I was silent for a moment. "I know you saw it. You didn't see him, but you saw that I was in danger. But instead of stopping him, instead of helping me... you looked me right in the eyes and ran the other way. So, tell them. Tell them that you did that. Tell them that you left me for dead Wind!!!" I shrieked. Another few moments of silence passed. Barium stared at the Imugi, waiting for his answer.

"I ain't denying it." He said. "My priority was finding the lurker. And unfortunately, they got away."

I rose. "That's all there is to it. X ultimately found me, and he managed to drag me up the stairs. I'm not talking about this anymore." I then turned, storming out of the room. In the distance, the group could hear a bedroom door slam. Wildfire burst out laughing then. Barium turned to address it-

"Miss Wildfire. You will cease this mockery immediately." Arsenik demanded.

"Oh yeah? Or what?"

"Or Onyx will wipe the smirk off your face." Barium answered. Bo raised her brows in surprise at his response. "X." The monarch then addressed. "What is your involvement in this?"

"Look. I was mindin' my own business. Then, I saw that door to the basement was open. I go down there, and I see blondie on the ground, scared out of her wits. I brought her upstairs, and then I get a little monkey on my back over there." He jerked a thumb in Chase's direction. "He thought I strangled her."

"It's not like I don't have a reason." Chase crossed his arms.

"Well, I thought that beast boy over here must have done it. He was the only one down there with her!"

"There was someone else down there." Wind growled.

"And he doesn't even know what he- or she- looks like, by the way." X bantered. "So that really helps your case."

"But Kara didn't say that Wind did anything to her. He didn't do anything to her when she slept on the couch and he didn't hurt her today, either!"

"Wait... on the couch? Why was that brought up?"

"Well, I just thought the night lurker may have been prowling around because he was butt hurt about me switching beds."

"Let's just focus on today." Barium said. "X, did anyone see you go into the basement? Was anyone with you?"

"No... but come to think of it, I do have an alibi. Just before I went down there, I was talking to Roseanne over there."

"It's Rosemary!!!" The Phoenix shouted, her head falling back in frustration. "Why can't you get my name right?!"

"Lady Rosemary, for once, will you please stop shouting?" Jasmine rubbed her temples.

"And you stop scolding me, lady Jasmine!" Rosemary crossed her arms.

"Alright. X, you've made your point. You're clear." Barium nodded.

"Took ya long enough." X rolled his eyes.

"Wind, you're also clear... of causing Kara harm directly. However, what you asked her to do was reckless." Wind curled his lip. "And Chase... taking things into your own hands is just as reckless."

"What am I supposed to do, then?" Chase held his arms out.

"Leave the investigating to me. Stressing everyone out isn't going to help the situation. Tend to those who need it."

"Fine..." Chase conceded.

"Very well. As for the basement, access is going to be restricted except to Onyx and I. We won't be announcing when we're going to search the area. You can all go now." The group began to go their separate ways. "... Except for you."

Unknown paused. Arsenik hesitated as well, stopping to listen.

The Frenchman chuckled. "I don't do private sessions with men, you know-"

"How long have you been in possession of that weapon you fired this afternoon?" Barium asked.

"How long have we been here, hm? I'd guess about that long." Unknown replied.

"You're going to lead Onyx and I to where you're keeping the weapon and hand it over to us."

"And why would I do that?" Unknown asked.

"Because if you don't, Onyx is going to be watching over you. Every moment, of every day until we leave this place." Barium said.

Unknown did nothing for a moment. Then, he rose. Barium and Onyx followed him. He turned the corner into his bedroom. He deliberately lifted the mattress, reaching his arm under it. After a few moments, his lips began to purse, seeming perplexed. "Hm..."

"Unknown, stop the games." Barium warned.

"It seems someone else is playing games... my gun is missing."

"Onyx, search the room for it." Barium ordered. The executioner did not hesitate.

Meanwhile, I sat on my bed, hugging my knees. I looked up at the painting across from me. "I'm never getting rid of you, am I?" I asked aloud. Just then, the door opened, making me jump a bit. Ambrosia approached, sitting beside me. I exhaled slowly as she rested a hand on my head, playing with the wild strands. "... Hey."

"Lady Kara... are you alright?"

"I haven't been alright for a while, Ambrosia."

She bowed her head. "Sir Wind didn't abandon you on purpose."

"Ambrosia... let's be real, okay? Wind, Arsenik, most of them... they only tolerate me because of you. Some better than others."

"That's not true... you are beloved by Virgo Islanders."

"'Beloved?' Ambrosia, your own cousin can barely stand me." I said. "This was a terrible idea from the start. And now we're stuck here for another two damn weeks!" I kicked my suitcase, making Ambrosia jump a bit.

"Lady Kara... perhaps you need another treatment-"

"You've spilled enough blood for me. I just need to sleep." I sighed, crawling under the covers.

Onyx rose, having searched the entire bedroom. "Your majesty. I did not locate the weapon. However, I did find something else of potential interest." He motioned to the ground, Barium craning his head before shutting his eyes.

Footprints of watery residue were visible on the floor, leading to and away from Unknown's mattress.

To be continued...

#beautyandthewar #poisonappletales #beauty and the war x playing pieces #beauty and the war #donttakethisrisk #ambrosia #dont take this risk #arsenik #unknown #love #horror #drama #suspense #fanficton

[margarethelstone]

Our Sleeves Were Wet With Tears | Chapter 7

Chapter 7 / Read on AO3!

"Unbelievable," he mumbled under his breath as he tossed his school bag onto his bed after checking the insides of it for what might as well have been a dozenth time. "This is unbelievable. Mashima Taichi, you fool, you idiot, you absolute moron. How could you have let that happen?"

His words resonated in his room, clean and empty as it always was, with the exception of the few notebooks that now lay spread over his bed after he'd taken them out in his search. Annoyed with himself, Taichi stomped towards his desk, though for what reason, he couldn't really tell.

Perhaps he felt it would be less lazy to sink on a chair than it was to throw himself on the bed helplessly, like he so wished to.

That, or the floor.

There really wasn't much difference in his eyes.

"All of my plans for the evening got thrown off because I forgot to borrow a book from the library," he groaned wearily, his head tilting back as he took his seat and sighed deeply. "An entire studying schedule demolished because I lost my focus. And why? Because I bumped into a girl and talked to her! Good Lord, what am I? Seven?"

Voicing his thoughts did no good to his spirits. Another angry groan left his throat as he watched the ceiling, his gaze fixed on it with the intensity entirely unsuitable for the situation, as if he'd been trying to remember the positions of every single stroke of brush that could be discerned, in the same way he memorised the positions of the cards. Of course, the unintended (yet so very natural) connotation made the matters even worse – and so as soon as Taichi realised it, he had no choice but to stop what had prompted it.

It was a miracle that he didn't get a bump from how hard his forehead hit the table.

Man, was he glad that his parents were out of the house this time.

"It would have been bad enough if it had been about a girl I actually like," he moaned, his disgust with himself only growing with each breath that he took. "Though then again, that girl has been pretty much avoiding me. And I've been avoiding her. Gosh, what a mess this has become."

Almost on their own volition, his arms moved to cover his head, his fingers digging into his hair violently. This was so stupid, all of it – the pit he had thrown himself in the moment he'd first thought that he might have a chance with Chihaya, instead of giving up as soon as Arata had appeared; the rashness he'd shown, acting on his wounded pride and shutting her out because it had been too difficult to talk to her now.

All that had happened in between, as he'd dug the pit deeper and deeper with every moment of naivety, when he'd chosen to believe that not all hope was lost and that, if nothing else, then time at least would be his ally. That even if his personality wasn't entirely adequate, then maybe his patience and hard work would be enough to even the score.

All the chances he'd missed, all the chances he'd imagined.

All those months and years of decisions that couldn't have been deemed right by anyone but the desperate blockhead he himself had been.

The desperate blockhead that he still was.

His fists clenched.

Wasn't it supposed to get better after he and Chihaya had talked? And why was he even thinking of Chihaya in the first place?

Stupid really isn't strong enough a word for me, he thought resignedly, holding back yet another groan that was threatening to leave his throat and went for a soft, lingering sigh instead. And to think I believed that chapter was closed.

It looked like naive was not telling enough, either.

Well, it wasn't as if he truly had thought that his problem was solved. He knew that it couldn't be, not entirely, for as long as his affection for Chihaya still burned in his heart. After all, the only other way would be if she responded in kind – but at least in that regard, Taichi was well aware of the infeasibility of it happening.

He had to move on, to get over his feelings for her and to do it for good. To work through the pain and disappointment, to fight the resentment he never wished to experience but that still found its way to his heart and mind occasionally, of which this situation was a perfect example. He had to take that road, cross that threshold and step on the path towards healing and emotional independence that he so needed now.

To try and find his own worth outside of his relationship with her, for only then would he be allowed to become her friend once more. When he was finally free of the risk of falling for her all over again, when there was no chance of hurting her, or himself, in the process.

Perhaps he might even be able to rebuild his bond with Arata then.

Then. And not a day sooner.

He knew that. He understood that. He felt that the choice he had made, the plan he had come up with was a good one, if only he could find the strength necessary to see it through to the end, and therefore, it was one he should not hesitate to act on.

Then why...

"Then why is it so hard to stay away from her?"

Even if someone had been in the room with him, they would not have been able to make out the words he'd spoken, so quiet and muffled they were. And yet, they still appeared to ring in his soul with an intensity and loudness of an air crash, all the more so for the pounding of his heart and the blood that suddenly seemed to be boiling.

It hurt.

It hurt so awfully much.

And he still couldn't find the strength to deal with it properly, no matter how many rational arguments he summoned in the hopes of gaining it.

A small, mirthless laugh escaped his lips as he remembered that it was only a few moments earlier that he was berating himself for losing his head over a meeting with a girl, almost blaming the encounter for his forgetting his library plans.

Idiot.

He'd lost his head a long time ago, and Hanano Sumire had absolutely nothing to do with it.

Taichi still couldn't tell for sure why it was today that his mind decided to take down its defences and allow the thoughts of Chihaya to enter it so freely, much against Taichi's own will, but certainly thanks to his own inattentiveness. Was it because he'd caught a sight of her during the lunch break? He'd seen her often enough before that, and often for much longer than today; there was no reason why it should suddenly bother him now.

Was it the way she reacted to Komano approaching her, then, with enthusiasm and joy and not the reserve she showed whenever he, Taichi, as much as met her gaze? It only made sense that she did! She had a good, easy relationship with Komano. He was her friend and her fellow club member, and one who definitely didn't have the slightest romantic interest in her – so why should she act any differently around him, even if another of her friendships had come to an end?

Why, did he expect her to distance herself from everyone only because she had distanced himself from him?

Now that would have been a pitiful move.

Besides, could he really have said that Chihaya had distanced herself from him? Was she really avoiding him, or pushing him away, like his angry whining might suggest, and not just trying not to get into his way needlessly? She was giving him space, not because she didn't wish to be with him, but because she thought that was what he needed. That this was what he wished for, what he expected of her.

At least, that was what he ardently hoped for.

And assuming that this really was what she believed, she wasn't entirely wrong, either. After all, it was exactly what Taichi's own strategy was all about: to separate himself from her until he was ready to face her without consequence. To concentrate on his own goals, instead of pursuing those chosen by her.

Not being a coward wasn't enough. He needed to become his own person as well, with motivations that went further than attuning to his parents' or Chihaya's, or anyone else's vision of him. And he wanted that, too! He wanted to play karuta because it excited him, and not as a way of proving himself worthy of Chihaya's heart. He wanted to think of the medical school as a way to pursue his own dream – to think of the career of the physician as more than just a respectable, well-paid job, but as one that might allow him to help those in need.

He wanted to embrace his parents' dream and make it his own. He wished to take the enthusiasm for karuta that his friends and teachers had planted in him and cultivate in the way and to the purpose that was solely and entirely his.

He was tired of pretending and just wanted to stop.

Perhaps his confession to Chihaya was the first time he had actually allowed himself to.

One thought led to another and before he knew it, the gloominess in his soul became overtaken by determination and faith. Unaware of what he was doing, with every desire he expressed, he fed his subconscious resolve, to the point where it was no longer unrealised, coming closer and closer to the moment when he could successfully fight for it. With this kind of base prepared, the more reasonable part of his brain was able to kick in as well; the ideas and projects for himself becoming less and less the vague dreams that they seemed at first and more the tangible targets he should be aiming for.

It wasn't the end; it wasn't a final solution, a definite finale to his struggle. The road before him was long and steep, and no doubt full of obstacles and pits he was still bound to fall into.

But he could worry about that later.

For now, he needed to focus on what he could do. To work hard in the fields he'd chosen for himself instead of wasting his energy trying to chase away the emotions he could not control anyway.

To accept the hot mess that he was and build up the patience necessary to wait it out, while at the same time making sure that he would not be waiting passively.

He felt adrenaline rush through his body again, a feeling as unexpected as it was welcome. He straightened up and inhaled deeply; he looked around the room, thinking intensely of what else he could busy himself with. As usual, the set of karuta cards came into his view first, though as usual, it was disregarded quickly. Not because he couldn't stand the look of it – that period was indeed behind him now, thanks to both Master Suo's help and (though of that part Taichi was not fully aware) the conversation he and Chihaya had had the other week – but because it simply didn't make sense according to the schedule he'd already made.

Thursdays simply weren’t practice days this year.

Fearing that the newfound dedication might leave him, he rose up from his chair and walked over to the bookshelf on which all of his materials for the cram school were, only to remember that there wasn't much to do for it beyond the homework he'd already done. Not at all discouraged, he turned around and shifted his gaze to his bed and the textbooks that still covered it.

The thick classical literature one lay prominently on top.

Still resolute to make the most of his studies, Taichi did a quick calculation, trying to figure out how great were the chances of a test happening in the near future. It was a tricky question, for sure – everyone knew how irregular Fukasaku-sensei's testing schedule was and how much it depended on his personal whims – but even so, it wasn't unreasonable to expect one to happen soon.

And even if not, the midterms were certainly close enough to justify his choice for tonight.

And so he picked up the book and sat down by his desk, determined not to waste another minute on idle thinking that would only sour his mood further. He had made progress, regardless of what his treacherous brain might have been telling him just now. He had come up with a plan, and with a good one too, if only he could remain strong enough to go through with it without questioning his own decisions every other moment. It didn't matter that it was hard, and that he still would fail and waver at times, as long as he could keep the final goal before his eyes and find the motivation to work to achieve it.

He would make it happen, however long it was going to take.

#Our Sleeves Were Wet With Tears #chihayafuru #taichihaya #mashima taichi #ayase chihaya #I MADE IT IN TIME GUYS #i don't think i've ever drawn anything this fast this is insane #also today's chapter is rather short but i hope you still like it! #please let me know! #love you all and see you (hopefully) next week!

[incorrectly-quoted-queers]

Drunk Punch Love: INTERMISSION ARCHANGEL

Pairing: FemShep and Garrus Vakarian (Shakarian)

Rating: PG-13 (with some tossed F-bombs)

Summary: Their awkward, badass journey through saving the galaxy and accidentally falling in love

INTERMISSION ARCHANGEL- 40 Days 

Twenty days on Omega, and somehow he ended up spending most of his time at a shithole bar, not knowing what to do with himself.

In a sick twist of fate, the day after he got on the station the old Normandy crew sent him 1,000 credits. Apparently, word of Kaidan and Liara got out, Shepard won the dating pool, and they thought it best to send her winnings to him. They probably thought it was a funny way of remembering her.

Garrus just found it an easy way to accomplish nothing, knowing his bank account was padded with his dead friend's winnings.

It was his fifth night in a row at Afterlife. He didn't know what he was doing here anymore. If he just wanted to sulk it out and then head back to Palaven or the Citadel, he should've left by now. Or if he planned on staying, he should've found some crusade to get his dumb ass distracted. But he wasn't building anything here, he was just drinking and wasting away in limbo.

Finishing his glass for the night, he didn't mind drinking alone very much. And as long as he kept it to one drink, he didn't start imagining her across the table. It was just enough booze to slosh away some of the emptiness, but not enough to start losing his mind. Wasn't the worst way to kill time.

But then an eager looking turian slid in the chair across from him and he hated it.

Okay, drinking alone was fine, minus the persistent grifters. Dude started talking before Garrus could tell him to fuck off. "Don't see ex-turian military around here often, not without a shiny new merc job or some secrets to keep."

"I don't give a shit about whatever you're selling, so-"

"Not even a little bit, Garrus Vaklarian?" He stopped trying to stand and sat back down, glaring at the guy. He didn't like where this was going. The mysterious turian just smirked. "I see I got your attention."

"What the hell do you want?"

"Back-up. I might've gotten myself a one on one with a krogan captain for the Blood Pack in ten minutes, and I don't feel like having my mandibles ripped off."

Garrus was trying to wrap his head around it all. His new taste for ryncol wasn't doing well for his brain. "One, why the hell would you do that? And two, why do you know who I am?"

"I'd love to say weeks of intel, but really? I've seen you a couple times here. Took me a little while to realize you're the one from the Battle of the Citadel vids, who helped take down Saren. Could use some heroism on my side."

"Okay, but you still didn't answer question one."

"I'm not a huge fan of the merc groups, period, but this Krogan's been trying to expand his territory into my old neighborhood. If my favorite restaurant has to start paying dues, we're gonna have a problem."

"With that dumb answer, I guess we're back to augmenting the second question. Why me? You could hire decent shots all over this station."

The guy was trying to seem casually, but Garrus could see the way his feet kept bouncing. All his fake confidence was relying on lies and adrenaline. Regardless of the underlying tells, the turian said, "Well, let's just say I'm a bit strapped for cash, so I was hoping you might do it for free. Also, I always prefer more than just a decent shot."

Laughing, Garrus was a little impressed with the quads on him. At the very least, the exchange was getting more amusing than annoying. "And what makes you think I'll help you?"

"A turian quitting their civil service position to chase down an unconfirmed rogue, turian spectre? That's a hero type. And hero types can't resists offers like mine."

That's when all the talk he was spinning stopped amusing Garrus. He leaned back forward onto the table, trying to keep the pop-up thoughts about green eyes and target practice out of his mind. "Yeah, well that's who I used to be."

Finally, the turian switched tactics. The veiled swagger fell and his shoulders slumped. He leaned closer to Garrus and went for the ole' classic: begging. "Just this once, okay? And after I'll leave you alone."

He was really itching to say no, but something in the back of his head was curious how much trouble one Krogan really could be. He'd definitely taken down scarier things in his time. And what better was he doing?

Hell with it. Maybe this could be his litmus test, break whatever funk he was in. If he felt good helping someone, great, he could use that. Make something of it. If not? Get his ass off this station, because it clearly wasn't doing much for him. Even if Omega treated Shepard's name like a hex, his brain dragged too much of her around. No matter Sol's intel, he there was one big problem with trying to run from her ghost: him.

Pushing off the table, he gave the guy a shrug. "Fine. Now, where the hell are we going?"

His new turian friend probably didn't mean to, but his face lit up and he nearly tripped over himself standing. He did a decent job pretending it didn't happen, though. Straightening himself, he nodded towards the far exit. "Out there and a few alleys back." Garrus nodded and followed him.

Once they were outside, though, he took a stop at a vending machine and grabbed some water. The second it dropped down, he popped the cap open and started chugging. His companion looked slightly horrified, saying, "Why are you inhaling that water bottle like it's oxygen?"

As the last drops fell, he threw away the bottle. "I was drinking ryncol." It was 100% placebo, but that alone made him start feeling a little better. Or maybe it was just the blood pumping from knowing he might get to pull out his sniper in a few minutes.

He hadn't done any target practice in weeks.

Though he started walking again, the turian gaped. "Why?" But as Garrus started walking faster, wanting to get somewhere, accomplish something, it was like the guy could smell his boiling blood. "Spirits, are you gonna get me killed?"

Garrus laughed at the thought. "If Shepard didn't kill me, neither will a Blood Pack krogan."

"Do you mean Saren?"

"No."

They walked down the next few blocks, and nothing seemed more illegal or sketchy than the rest of Omega was. They even got to pass a raving Batarian prophet, and that still didn't feel all that insane. He'd really gotten used to Omega, hadn't he?

All of a sudden, his walking buddy stopped in a slightly dimmer alley, where a few lights were out and no one was waiting for them. Garrus was hoping that he was just lost or looking for a right door to give a password, but the longer the other turian itched at his face, Garrus realized things were probably going to get complicated.

Garrus gave the guy the benefit of the doubt. "Is this the right place?"

"Yeah, I was supposed to meet him right here... five minutes ago."

Before Garrus could say anything about it obviously being a set-up, and that the krogan probably just wanted him dead, he could hear a weapon gearing up. Shoving the new guy down to the ground, he pulled out his sniper. While this wasn't exactly the best way to get back in the fight, he had to admit it felt damn good to hold in his hands again.

"Why didn't you gthink this was a set-up?"

"Let's just say being on the "good guy" side of this is new to me."

"Great, I always dreamed of a back alley firefight with an ex-merc." Glancing over their cover, he could clearly see three vorcha at the other end of the alley, probably two or three more he couldn't see. They always travelled in fairly large numbers, even for a small hit.

Next to him, the other turian asked, "Really?" Though he clearly whiffed the safety protocols of this meeting, he pulled out an SMG and was doing good work suppressing the Vorcha. Garrus had to give him that much credit.

But that didn't excuse his question, and he rolled his eyes. "No, this is hardly my favorite place to get murdered."

"What, do you have places you'd prefer?"

"For practicality? Gun expo or military base. For style? Gardens, electronics stores, antique shops, but only if they're classy."

Even though he seemed caught off guard and a little stressed, the guy laughed. "You're insane."

"What else did you expect? A healthily functioning ex-Spectre hunter?"

"You got me there." They downed one of the Vorcha, and another was at least down for the count because Garrus got a good shot straight through his leg, but the other three that they'd seen were still putting up a fight. His shooting buddy said, "On your left." Garrus swiveled and got a headshot on one of them while he was trying to get in for a closer shot.

Then the guy asked, gesturing to the gun, "Do you bring a sniper everywhere?"

"Yeah. This is my favorite gun." Garrus got the another Blood Pack goon when it popped its head out to check for them. But just as he was going to tell the other turian to close in on him, the final vorcha came out from behind the corner, holding his shotgun to the head of a civilian. From the looks of him, a shell-shocked shopper. Lowering his gun, Garrus said, "Fuck."

"Drop your weapons or I kill him."

The other turian stood up without even thinking about it, letting his SMG clatter to the ground. Garrus was looking between the two, trying to calculate what made the most sense. But seeing someone scared, he started wondering what Shepard would do. The bigger surprise was that for the first time in over a month, thinking of her didn't hurt so bad. Before he could get lost in the feeling, his shooting partner toed him. "Vakarian, drop the gun." He growled, still not quite sure how to handle the situation, but did.

"Good, now-"

After taking even a second to look at the vorcha, he realized none of them had a chance if they let him call the shots. He remembered the Blood Pack members he'd fought while on the Normandy; prisoners weren't their speciality. Taking a page from Shepard's book, he pulled out his pistol, used his visor for quick aiming, and shot. The vorcha dropped, leaving a mortified hostage standing in front of his corpse. Garrus told him, "Get out of here."

Guy didn't have to be told twice.

As he picked his sniper back up, the turian asked, "Where'd you learn to do that?"

"The most terrifying woman with a pistol in the entire Galaxy." Lucky for Garrus, the guy let him leave it at that.

They walked up to the last vorcha left, his leg bleeding. "You tell your boss that he better watch his ass around the wards, or he'll be dealing with us." For a second, the vorcha just stared at them, but then Garrus added, "Go!" And the vorcha didn't need to be told twice, either.

It wasn't geth ships and Reapers, but for a minute there, he felt like himself again. The person he was with her. Sure, that still fucking stung, but it didn't feel empty. It was the first thing that didn't feel empty in a long time.

Next to him, the turian chuckled. "That was pretty forward, assuming I want to team up with your crazy ass again."

"Says the man who begged me to help him." Holstering both of his weapons, he was ready to walk back onto the streets. They didn't need to fight everyone on Omega tonight. But walking side by side with this turian, his wheels started turning. He didn't want to lose this feeling. This was the closest he'd felt to her, to himself, since before the Normandy's destruction ripped all that away from him. He tried to act casual, but he knew what he was offering wasn't casual. It was fucking life or death. But maybe that's what made it feel right, like what he should be doing. Garrus asked, "What if this wasn't a one time thing?"

They walked out of the alley, and his new friend seemed to think it was a joke, his adrenaline-boosted shoulders still shaking a little. "What, asking me on a date here?"

"I'm serious. You were right, the mercs run these people into the ground. Let's do something about it." The turian stopped dead, next to him. Maybe Garrus was reaching, and maybe this was crazy, but... "I'm game if you are."

"Serious?"

"Serious."

He couldn't really make out his face, if he thought Garrus was talking out of his ass. And he didn't really look too sure of himself when he finally looked at the sniper, but he started to smile. There was a fire there in his eyes that Garrus could see growing. "Alright, I'm game, too."

"Good." Just as they started walking again, Garrus found himself in a situation so untactful that it was almost Shepard-like. Maybe that was a good sign. Scratching his head, he asked, like an idiot, "Since I just agreed to risk my ass with you, what's your name, anyway?"

"Lantar." The guy extended his hand and Garrus shook it. And when he did, it felt good, like he was finally doing something with his life again. Maybe things were starting to look up for him, even without Shepard. He already got one guy to join his own, reckless crusade. The turian named Lantar finished off with, "I'm an ex-informant for the Blue Suns, Lantar Sidonis."

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The Anatomy of Melancholy, 54

Table of Contents. Second Instar, Chapter 21. Go to previous. Go to next. TW: Surveillance, drugging, lascivious behavior, heavy inebriation. Giving toasts and getting toasted.

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Outside the rowhouse, ‘Choly mounted Angel, but between the rigidity of his orthotics and the weight of the uniform fabric, he struggled to sustain the jockey-esque crouch he had used to ride the Mister Handy. He knew he’d need to modify they way he rode Angel in order to be able to ride it.

“We’re visiting the storage hangar before we go see Olivia.”

A Mister Gutsy intercepted them before they got to the door.

“State your intent,” Green-One barked. “This is not the destination that’s been requested of you.”

“We wanted to stock up before we left,” ‘Choly began, dismounting with some difficulty. Angel handed him his cane, which he took appreciatively. “Do you... happen to have any straps? I’d take a fistful of uniform belts, if that’s all you’ve got.”

Sticks had decided, after the argument at the rowhouse, that he’d keep his mouth shut for the rest of their time on base, if he could help it. This decision, however, did not prevent a wide range of facial expressions. To the request, the ghoul cocked his head to one side.

“Request to enter the storage hangar has been confirmed,” the Gutsy replied after a minute of floating idly. “Come in, gentlemen.”

Although 'Choly disliked the awareness that she could communicate wirelessly with her network of robots, he, Angel, and Sticks all followed regardless. As the rolling hangar door peeled fully open, the Gutsy sped off into the uniforms section of the hangar, returning with its pincer full of various leather, fiber, and metal.

“I have five belts, as well as lengths of rope and chain, if they’d be of use, Colonel. I take it these are for better affixing what your Handy’s traveling with?”

“No, well, yes. It is carrying me. I’ll take all three things, if that’s all right. So I can figure out what will work best.” It handed over the things readily.

“Will you need any materiel stock?” it pressed gruffly. “I’m instructed to ask if it’s the real reason you came here first.”

“We came here for the belts,” Angel started before anyone else could reply, let alone explain why ‘Choly had wanted to come to the hangar first. “But if you could top me off on fusion cells, that would be truly divine, G-1.”

“Of course, Handy Angel.”

As G-1 worked, Sticks eyed the incendiary laser attachment customization Olivia had done for Angel.

“I could use a fresh tank for my flamer,” the ghoul requested, to deflect G-1 from its tinkering.

“We always try to keep another tank handy for the next time you pop on base, Sticks. Just have to leave the low tank with Deenwood.”

The ghoul shrugged explicitly, setting the flamer on the ground where G-1 could do as asked. Between the physical exertion and soup of charged emotions, ‘Choly’s head had begun swimming hours ago and had yet to stop.

“--And anything else for you, Colonel? Or will the ropes and such suffice?”

“--Oh!” He jerked back to reality with an unpalatable high-brow squint to shove down his mental state. “I don’t-- Actually. If you’ve got ammunition on hand for Sticks, you’ve likely got something for me as well. What variety of Syringer darts might you have?”

“Variety, we do not have, Sir, but we most certainly have darts for your Syringer. Pax darts don’t come free, mind you. They’re not standard military issue.”

The chemist nearly blurted out incredulity that the flamer was considered such, but he recalled the flamethrowing Assaultrons that chased him and Angel onto base. He dry swallowed and nodded as his face tightened, motioning to Angel to gain access to its storage compartment. He rifled in the false bottom, his wallet in many ways.

“You still accept the American dollar, don’t you? Silly of me to ask such an obvious question, but--”

“--Caps only,” it snipped, showing its first impatience with him.

He straightened in an instant with a thin smile and a cap-stuffed paper sack in hand. He disliked affirmation that caps were, in fact, a common currency these days.

“Say no more. How many for a case?”

“Three-hundred fifty, Sir.”

Any color left in his face washed out, but he grinned and simply handed over the bag without counting. In its pincer it scaled out the value of what it had been given. Its programming sounded off in the affirmative, and it left to the aisles and returned with the requested ammunition. The bag of caps had vanished in the shuffle.

“Here are three cases, plus two. You forfeited a little over a thousand, so that should be to your liking.”

‘Choly warmed to the exchange once the ammo cases fell into his hands. He gave G-1 a genuine smile, and nodded, then used the strap-snaps to affix them to the harness under his coat. The loose darts went into one of the incomplete cases already threaded onto his person.

G-1 escorted them to the R&D building personally, but vanished once they had entered. They came to Wing IV to find the heavily encrypted door already open, and Liv on a desk sprawled out atop a recumbent Helen. The ghoul general didn’t wholly unglue from her mate or tidy herself when she realized they had company, but she did sit up. Disheveled and incredibly drunk, she grinned broadly with heavy lids, patting to either side of her to suggest her guests take a seat.

“Oh, yes, please, thank you,” ‘Choly wheezed out without hesitation, slouching back in the office chair.

Sticks did not follow in kind, and crossed his arms to listen.

“So good to see you both again,” she murmured. “I hope your visit to the hangar was benefih-shul.”

“Very.” ‘Choly glanced to Sticks for a cue what more to say, but gleaned nothing.

“The case on that one desk over there is the X-Cell-Root Voire’s requested. There’s enough Furriers partaking in the conflict, that I didn’t have enough inhalers on hand. So! I used ampuoles instead.” She couldn’t keep one hand from wandering the inside of Helen’s thigh while she spoke. “It’s been mixed with adjuice-- advu-- adjuvant. Adjuvant! It’ll last longer. Ideally, long enough to carry over into shepherding maneuvers. My Eyebots scouted the past two days. The Back Central Rust Devils are holed up in the Robert House Charter School.”

The red-headed ghoul kissed the Assaultron on the breastplate, unable to resist another moment without her tongue against its chassis, then stood to retrieve the flare gun from atop the aforementioned enameled metal pharmaceutical case.

“‘Choly, you’re to instruct the Furriers to herd the Back Central Devils off school property and out onto the South Common. Sticks, you’re to use this flare gun so I know everything’s in position for my Sentries to fire. If you don’t wanna get hit, don’t fire unless you’re on the other side of the river.”

“We wouldn’t want to get hit with Rad-I-Canned, now, would we?” Seeing her so inebriated disenchanted ‘Choly, and he couldn’t read whether this was celebratory or as a consequence of stress.

She gave him a dopey smile as she sat again, in Helen’s lap.

“I forgot just how well you clean up, ‘Choly. It suits you.”

“I noticed you did more than edit the RFID in my ribbon rack... What exactly does this ribbon suggest?” He pointed to it.

“Oh, silly, that’s not a new ribbon. Your memory must not be too sharp. Certainly a new concept, though! Much like the addition of stars shows count of things other ribbons signify, I applied a star to your Meritorious Service bar. Consider it simple gratitude for having attended active duty two separate occasions. Though, it will be your first time having attended the battlefront proper, hm?”

She laughed, bubbling into pointed mocking as she sank comfortably across Helen and ran an arm behind the Assaultron’s neck.

“It didn’t have to be civil war for it to be bad and you know it. It was worse here than the front line every day of the Battle of Anchorage.” He gnashed his teeth at her, desperately shoving down anger as he eyed her. Deeply unbecoming of a commanding officer. “Have I missed the wedding?”

“Wedding?” Olivia glanced up to Helen, brow raised. “Don’t we seem already long-since wed?” Sweetly, she kissed the front side of Helen’s skull-plate.

“Olivia has a point,” Helen seconded. “Though my programming predates our meeting, I feel as though I were manufactured just to be hers.”

“And I’m yours,” Olivia beamed.

“And did she--” ‘Choly flinched in recognition, his brain processing what he was saying as he said it. His eyes widened as his volume escalated. “...Take your name or keep her own?” He waved a finger at his commanding officer indistinctly. “You... your offer to wipe Angel’s imprint matrix. That’s not the only way to achieve the same results and you know that.”

“Liquor’s even quicker,” she slurred through another bolt of cognac. She got up again, to pull two more glasses from the makeshift wet bar by the storage closet. “Gentlemen! Join me in a toas-scht.”

A Mister Handy that had idled in the far corner came to her, and with unspoken instruction it mulled the glasses and iced them. She then filled them with cognac. It stirred them and brought them to ‘Choly and Sticks. The ghoul broker’s tension didn’t go unnoticed, but he didn’t interrupt the ritual. ‘Choly didn’t object, either, but the offer of spirits certainly dulled his anger.

“To the success-sh of Deenwood! And to Voire, and their bi-shen-tennial alliance with the base! We’ll stamp out the Devils once and for all.”

Olivia raised her glass, and they followed suit. Once the glasses clinked together, Sticks wrenched ‘Choly’s from him and knocked it back in three swallows. ‘Choly staggered back. Olivia choked on her own drink in incredulity. ‘Choly immediately understood Sticks suspected it was drugged as usual.

“It’s just Daytripper, isn’t it!” The chemist nearly hissed in exasperation.

Furious and fed up, he tried to grab Sticks’s glass for himself. To get it away from ‘Choly, he drank that one too, and set down the glasses on the next nearest desk to catch his breath. When he turned around again, ‘Choly slapped him in the face, but he didn’t budge otherwise.

Olivia stared softly at ‘Choly, nearly sobered.

“Just what exactly do you think I do to the drinks I offer friends?”

“You think of either of us as friends?” Sticks choked out, terse. “Could have fooled me.”

“Well, you two are sher-tainly more than friends,” she quipped, poorly concealing her hurt. “We don’t we all just lay bare some honesty while we’re at it?”

“It wasn’t Daytripper, was it.” ‘Choly began to melt apart mentally, finally forefront with what had been chewing steadily away at him since the argument at the rowhouse. “What did you do to him. All the years you had him here on base, what did you DO to him? It all comes so easily for you, doesn’t it!?”

“He told you I experimented on him?” She laughed, elated again. “Who do you think helped me perfect the Daytripper formula? Most chems aren’t potent enough to work on ghouls. Nerves are deadened, chem receptors broken, by the mutations and keloidal scarring. There’s no short supply of ferals in Lowell, but they’re not viable to test charisma. I needed a shub-ject of like physiology. The day he could convince me to let him out was the day I knew I had it right.”

“...And the artificial hand?” he asked, carefully sitting back down.

“Serves him much better than the Pipboy did, if you ask me.”

The chemist slouched into a stupor, between how bad he ached, and how mentally frayed he grew. He failed to shove down trembling.

“So it really wasn’t Daytripper, then,” Sticks began at last. “And you were testing me. To see that I’d step in, and keep ‘Choly from taking whatever you gave him. If it was meant for me, it had to have been Klutz.”

“It was meant for you, and it was Magnetizer. I did expect you to drink it, but I didn’t expect you to drink both of them. Have fun overdosing, Hawthorne.” Ignoring the dread in Sticks’s eyes, she instead concerned herself with Angel. “You sure are traveling heavy, Angel, dear. Aren’t you bogged down with all that?”

“--I want to be as prepared as possible on site at Voire,” ‘Choly interjected dumbly. “I’d be remiss to have left something behind, only to end up needing it.”

Sticks disliked the transparency, but let it go unaddressed when Liv shrugged off any tension she could read on the chemist or the other ghoul.

“You always were one to be over-prepared. Mm mmh.” She clicked her tongue.

“We’re going to get going before we lose anymore daylight,” Sticks blurted out in pointed impatience.

“Oh, don’t let me stop you,” she pouted, slinking against her Assaultron again. “Blow it out for anyone but me, Sticks. The faster the two of us can regain our privacy, the better. Isn’t that right, Helen?”

“Affirmative, Tiger. Please leave.”

Angel grabbed the case and carried it behind itself as they exited. On their way off base, the trio all felt like Deenwood’s every eye was upon them, as though every robot set to ensure these potential defectors followed through with their announced intentions. Once off base, the whole perimeter came to life, complete with locking mechanisms, rotating warning lights, and a low bleating siren.

“Deenwood Compound will fully enter DEFCON One in sixty seconds,” the robotic speakers announced. “After this time, approach by any entity, personnel or not, will be met with lethal force.” It would repeat this announcement for the next minute, but the trio did not wait around to observe the final stages of lockdown.

Once they were two blocks away, ‘Choly stopped them so he could catch his breath.

“Guess you were right,” the chemist wheezed, sweating. He remembered the straps he’d shoved into Angel’s storage, and he requested them. Without them in the storage compartment, Angel could fit the Voire crate inside. “About Liv locking us out.”

“We’ll get back on base,” Sticks said, distracted. “We just have to do it on her terms now. What are those straps for, anyway?”

“I’m having trouble, crouching on top of Angel, in this uniform.” He continued speaking as he could, while he worked, in stuttered phrases. Angel helped him string the twist of straps through its car door handles. “I figured, some kind of reins might work better, than the handles. These reinforced gloves, make it easier, to grip things.” He hooked them all together into a loop, then mounted the foot pegs and steadied himself upright with this latest fixture to Angel’s body. “This works much better. Almost like jewelry for you, hm, Angel?”

“It’s for more than simple decoration, Mister Carey. Ha-ha!”

Silence followed as they made their way North through the residential Highlands. Sticks led them a different way than how ‘Choly and Angel had come the first time, but while they passed more housing this way, they encountered no ferals. They ended up again on the street that became Rourke Bridge, but before they got to the bridge itself, Sticks fumbled with the flamer and sniveled, only to snort-chuckle when he picked it back up with some difficulty. ‘Choly wasn’t sure whether to say anything, certain the chem had begun to take effect.

“Should I ask what Magnetizer is? Or what it does?”

“Magnetizer is like Daytripper, but dialed up. All the way up. The mood enhancement is more potent, but the side effects are, too. My muscle power and stamina are both gonna be shit for a few hours.”

“Guess it’s a good thing we’ve planned to unload the majority of our stuff at your place, then.”

“You’re not going to like me once it takes full effect.” Sticks choked up his grip on the flamer, but still didn’t look to ‘Choly. “Fuck, actually-- you of all people might.”

Words eluded ‘Choly, and he stewed on his worries. Sticks pressed on across the bridge, weaving carefully between the weather-rotted vehicles congesting the way.

“...Why did you drink it, without knowing what it was? If you thought it was anything at all?”

“I was confident I knew what it was. And I didn’t want her to poison you.”

“--Why drink it, if you thought it was poison? Couldn’t you have just... poured it out on the floor or something?”

“We don’t always make the most rational decisions when someone’s life might be on the line.”

“Are you... glad it wasn’t poison, at least?”

“That much Magnetizer would have killed a lightweight like you, that’s for sure.”

Silence overwhelmed the trio again, and they crossed the bridge without further comment. By the time they were on solid ground again, ‘Choly hemmed.

“...You had the feeling, too, right, that we were being watched on base?”

“Yeah. Definitely. Why?”

“Do you still feel it?”

“I want to be wrong, but honestly? Yes.”

“I didn’t want to mention it,” Angel agrees sheepishly. “I still don’t trust my sensors, I’m afraid.”

“What is it?” ‘Choly asked his Handy.

“Something robotic, I believe.”

“Fuck-me-in-the-mouth, she tailed us.”

An Eyebot rattled through, with a prerecorded script on loop. Anytime a specific name or noun came up, a different quality of voice and recording interrupted with it. The spherical hovering robot, with a grill plate guarding its front and a myriad of antennae jutting backwards off it, did not seem bothered at all that it had an audience, and announced its information readily and repeatedly without a care. ‘Choly unclenched when he realized it was just an Eyebot, but Sticks remained poised, watching.

“RobCo Industries. A household and industrial power-House since 2042! Are you looking for a rewarding career in computer technologies? RobCo Towers is now hiring for a variety of positions specializing in data processing! Apply--”

The ghoul lost his composure and let loose with the flamer, immolating the robot. It turned hostile, and got off a single unaimed laser shot in their direction before it crashed to the shore sand. Its speaker crackled and sputtered, and at first the three of them thought the sound an indicator how quickly the robot was melting, but then a third voice came through.

“--Olivia, it doesn’t have to end like this--”

The trio jerked back when the Eyebot exploded.

‘Choly started to yell at Sticks for having destroyed it, but the ghoul cut him off.

“--I haven’t seen a robot Pawtucketville side in decades. Can’t be a coincidence. And it didn’t come from Deenwood, that’s for damn sure.”

‘Choly’s face slacked. “...The Devils. They know we’re mobile.”

“No, they think The General’s mobile. I guarantee you, she’s about to get some very surprised unannounced visitors. I don’t think the DEFCON One was for us.”

The chemist dismounted, to walk the remainder of the way to the Sampas parlor. He didn’t like what Sticks was insinuating the Eyebot signified.

“...She dressed me up as a high ranking officer to decoy the Devils’ surveillance. They think I’m her. They think no one’s home. Am I really that disposable to her--”

“--Ideally, she’ll have knocked out most of their robotic assets before we have to deal with ‘em. Stressful as it sounds, it’s bought us a little time for me to let this stuff wear off before we get to Voire. Let’s get inside, hm?” Sticks thumbed at the parlor expectantly. Once he had the security mechanisms disarmed, he held the door open for the Handy and its owner. “Angel, get in there so we can unload ya. We’ve got some time to kill, and a lot to get done today.”

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