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Far Too Young To Die

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Chapter One!

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Despite the burning pain in her stomach, Elizabeth rushed through the ER patients, healing the worst of the worst as quickly as she could. Thanks to her quick action, not a single life was lost at MPH that day. Even still, the odd incident with her glasses and Mr. Yagi’s clothes had never strayed far from her mind. And when there was a lull in patients, she made her way to Dr. Akiyama’s office, ignoring the horrible cramps in her stomach.

“Dr. Akiyama,” Elizabeth called, stumbling into her mentor’s office after the worst of the worst was taken care of. “There’s something important I need to—Oh, I’m so sorry, sir!”

Her mentor sat behind his minimalist black desk; his age-spotted hands folded in front of his weathered face as though he had been in deep discussion with the man sitting in an uncomfortable, but stylish, black metal chair in front of Dr. Akiyama’s desk. Despite his age, Dr. Akiyama still had a full head of steel gray hair and lively brown eyes. When he noticed Elizabeth, those lively eyes took on a bright sparkle, the way they always did when she was around.

The old doctor had never had any children, and his many nieces and nephews never cared for the medical profession, so Elizabeth was like a replacement child – or grandchild – in his eyes. They had corresponded for years before Dr. Akiyama hired her from her agency in the US and had grown very close.

The man Dr. Akiyama was speaking to turned in his seat to face her, and she recognized a pair of bright eyes, shadowed by a lack of sleep and a shock of lion’s mane hair.

“And here we have our very own Florence Nightingale,” Dr. Akiyama said, standing from behind his desk.

“Sir, I’m—” she started, but her mentor dragged her through the gray and white office over to the desk.

“My pride and joy,” he said, meaning every word.

Elizabeth felt her ears go bright red and ducked her head, her fingers clamping onto the hem of her All Might-themed scrub top. She hated it when he paraded her around like this. The limelight was for heroes like All Might, not two-bit healers from a no-name town in the Southern US. Not for girls like her.

And she especially hated it when he called her Florence Nightingale. Like he was daring someone to guess her hero name.

“Thank you, sir,” she grumbled.

“Now, now, there’s no need to be all shy. Yagi is an old friend of mine.”

“Hello again, Ms. Pennington,” Toshinori said, amusement in his tone.

“Hello, Mr. Yagi,” she whispered, staring hard at her toes. “I’m sorry for interrupting.”

“I’m not bothered at all,” he said, standing and drawing her attention to his glowing blue eyes. “And I’m glad to see you’re healed. You were very beat up this morning.”

“I’m use—” she started, stopping herself halfway.

Secret identity, dummy! She hissed at herself. You’ve been a hero long enough; do better!

Hey there~!! Sorry for not updating on FTYTD yet! I’m working on it, I promise! Meanwhile, I hope you enjoy this art cover I drew for it! I haven’t drawn in a while, so as I draw more of Harry, I’m sure he’ll look different each time as I slowly get better and more comfortable when drawing him. Thank you for your patience and I hope you all have a good day! <3

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-> chapter four: safe & sound

“Seems like a good time to share things about each other. Secrets, maybe.” Mike’s tone was light and playful, and Stan bit his lip because that smile was imminent.

“Michael, you’re crazy if you think you’re getting my secrets for free.” Stan chided teasingly. “And on live television no less.”

“Come on. You could share one good one with me.” Mike assured him, his voice so soft and soothing it drew Stan in. “I’m real good at keeping secrets.”

“It’s hardly a secret if all of Panem knows it.” Stan reminded him.

warning(s): implied violence, cursing

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[Remus] noticed that the hall looked eerily similar to the way that he remembered it, even though he didn’t remember exactly the way it looked after the battle.

After all, the last time he was here was –

Dying.

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a/n: I AM BACK!!! this story went on a bit of hiatus because of school and work (also i had major writer’s block for a while) but i am back and in business. thank you for all of the comments and love for this story. enjoy!

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relationship: steve harrington x reader

word count: 1100+

summary: you just wanted to keep your job at the starcourt mall movie theater. all you had to do was find out how these kids were sneaking into the movies without coming in the front door. your small little movie theater conspiracy ends up pulling you into something a lot bigger, and a lot scarier.

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chapter seven: closest thing to fate

You guys were stuck in a goddamn Russian elevator. After you all had your “freak-out moment,” you proceeded to pull out water bottles and snacks from your backpack – making sure the kids got some first. Steve made a comment about how you were always prepared, smile on his concerned mom face. You only had enough supplies to las you all for about two days – if that. Erica didn’t seem keen on sharing her water bottle.

You, Robin, and Steve decided to take shifts so the kids could get some sleep. You and Robin took the first shift, letting Steve take a two hour power nap. When he woke up, you urged Robin to go ahead and nap next – you weren’t sure how much sleeping you’d be able to do anyways.

Which left you and Steve Harrington sitting with your backs against the elevator door. The two of you had played multiple games of tic-tac-toe in your notebook, plus a couple rounds of hangman. Steve snorted when he realized one of your sayings was ‘Ahoy Captain Steve’. An hour had passed, and it must’ve been sometime after 3am. Games seemed boring after a while, so you turned to asking each other questions back and forth.

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