#//All he knows is he got so ‘irrationally’ enraged; he grabbed the thing himself and cast it off the Luofu; never to be seen again

[skylarmoon71]

Timeless Wells (Flash) Soldier- Chapter 20

After an exhausting day of Harrison’s sickening loving personality, you actually can’t help but smile as you head to Iris’s place for another girls night. 

The great thing is some of your other friends were available for the weekend. So tomorrow you all are gonna meet up for a much needed two day vacation.

You step up to Iris’s door, sliding in the key as you enter.

“Hey Iris, why don’t we start at the saloon then work our way down tomorrow.” You call. 

There’s no answer, and you close the door, brows furrowed.

“Iris?”

Her car was parked outside.

Your intuition tells you something is wrong. You draw your gun, surveying the room. When your eyes catch the feet of someone. Logic seems to go out the window. The second you step forward, a gun is pointed at your head.

“Peekaboo.”

The blond male is wearing a sinister smile, and you grunt when you’re struck in the jaw. Your body drops to the ground, and you try your best to collect yourself long enough to aim your gun.

“(Y/N)!!”

Iris’s scream from above distracts you. There’s a thud that follows, and he kicks the gun right out of your hand. The body on the ground was not who you assumed. It’s a battered Barry Allen. From the looks of it he’d put up quite a fight. Justin kicks you again in the gut. You grab at his leg, throwing him onto the ground. His body crashes to the ground and you scramble to get your gun. It’s all the way across the room.

“Stop!!” You freeze midstep.

Justin is standing over Barry with his gun aimed at his head.

“Take another step and I’ll blow a hole through his head. “

You lift your hands.

“Okay.”

You need to be smart. Find some way to throw him off. Had you been alone you would have rushed in irrationally. Because truthfully that would be the only way to get the upper hand in this situation. This man is unhinged. So reasoning would be pointless. He was here for revenge. That day when you’d imagined him in the parking lot you should have followed up.

“You’re sloppy.” Justin taunts.

He was right.

“You know when you figured out the method actor was just a distraction, I was impressed. You should switch careers. You’d make a great detective."

 He approaches slowly, and you don’t dare move.

“I mean who would even guess that I planted a bomb. I was curious how you put it all together.”

“What did you do to Iris?”

He smirks.

“Just tied her up. All that struggling in the chair must have really worn her out. From the thud that we heard she’s probably unconscious now. The excessive screaming stopped.”

You glare.

If she’s unconscious there’s a possibility of severe injury. You can’t see, and that’s what leaves you weary. Barry’s injuries also look pretty serious. There’s a bruise on his forehead, and you can only imagine the ones that aren’t currently visible.

“What do you want?”

Now might be time to negotiate.

“Now we’re talking. I want you to tell me exactly what happened that day. “ His expression has changed drastically. He’s no longer cocky, but he looks a bit enraged.

“I know what I saw that day, there was no way you could have stopped me on your own. There was a man in a freaking spandex suit. He didn’t even speak. I saw him for one minute and then just like that he was gone. I’M NOT CRAZY!!”

He sounds deranged for a guy claiming not to be crazy.

“So what, you want me to validate what you said. I’ll do it.”

“No no!!” He shook the gun, and your eyes marked it carefully.

“See that mystery man in red isn’t the only freak I noticed. After I paid off the guard to get me out, I did a little research. Harrison forgets that I was good in all aspects of my job. Hacking a database is simple when you know what to look for. Imagine my surprise when our very own Harrison Wells just transports himself from one place to the next."

His statement stops you cold.

“That got your attention. You don’t look very surprised. You didn’t even flinch.” He starts laughing.

“I have proof too. So what is society going to say when such a highly esteemed man is actually some inhumane freak."

“NO ONE WILL EVER- "

The gunshot echoes, and you stare down at your abdomen in shock. Justin is still smiling, and two more bullets struck you in the chest. You fall backwards, gasping. Looking up, all you can see is the twisted expression on Justin’s face. You try to gather your breath. But between the pain throughout your body, and your fight to stay conscious, you’re struggling.

“Stay awake..stay awake..” 

You don’t even realize that you’re saying it aloud. Justin looks proud of himself.

“You should have never crossed me Yale.”

It’s the last thing that you hear before your body gives up the fight. 

[aomine-ryo]

I’m gonna try doing imagines for Kuroko No Basket characters bc I miss writing and this seems fun :)

Feel free to send some requests for scenarios if you’d like. Hope you enjoy !!

Scenario: how Kuroko, Aomine and Kise would react when seeing you talking to your ex

Kuroko

(fem s/o)

Kuroko was walking around the school halls after school in search of you. You would usually be waiting for Kuroko outside his class at the end of the day so that the two of you could spend some time together before his basketball practice began. However, you weren’t there today and that made Kuroko worry.

He walked over to your classroom and found you sitting at your usual place with your ex sitting on your desk. Kuroko knew that your ex wasn’t over you yet, but he trusted you enough to avoid being irrationally enraged.

“So, Y/N, wanna hang out with me today? I know this really nice place that we can go,” your ex asked confidently.

“I’d rather not... you know I’m dating Tetsu now,” you said softly, feeling uncomfortable being alone with him in the first place- how’d you even get into this situation?

“Oh come on, Y/N, what do you even see in that loser? I’m much better than him!” your ex whined. A moment of silence passed and you noticed that he began to lean in. You tried to move back but there was no more space.

Suddenly, your ex gets pushed back, causing him to almost fall off your desk. It was Kuroko. “Excuse me, but I think she said that she doesn’t want to go out with you,” Kuroko said calmly as he grabbed a hold of your hand.

“What the hell? I could’ve fallen!” your ex yelled.

“I just tapped you though,” Kuroko replied, not raising his voice for even a second- which is what you admired about him in the first place. His ability to remain calm and avoid situations escalating was truly remarkable.

As your ex stormed out angrily you looked at Kuroko and smiled. “Thanks for that Tetsu. I’ve been telling him I’m not interested for ages. He didn’t back down.”

“You’re too nice sometimes, Y/N. But it’s one of the things I love about you,” Kuroko smiled, holding your hand even tighter. “I’ll always be there for you though, don’t you worry.”

You pulled Kuroko into a warm hug before the two of you headed out of the classroom. As you walked with him to practice, all you could think of is how lucky you were to have someone like him by your side.

Kise

(gender neutral)

It was a fine afternoon as you sat in the stands of a regular Wednesday training, watching Kise practice with his teammates. You tried to watch their practices as often as possible because Kasamatsu made you aware that Kise tried extra hard when he knew you were watching.

Sometimes he’d try to do something cool but mess up, forcing Kasamatsu to yell at him to stop trying to show off. It was cute how he’d get all flustered though, and you usually gave him an encouraging thumbs up when he’d look at you.

The rest of the seats were empty at the Wednesday practice, so you just sat there alone watching the team play. However, you noticed someone take a seat next to you halfway through the practice, and when you looked over you realised that it was your ex, trying to talk to you yet again.

“Hey Y/N,” your ex greeted, grinning, “aren’t you bored of this? Why don’t we head out of here and grab a cup of coffee together?”

You rolled your eyes, “Stop trying to get me to go out with you. I love Kise, that’s not gonna change,” you stated firmly, shifting away from him in your seat.

Kise looked up at the stands to catch a glance of your adorable face, but instead was greeted by the sight of your ex bothering you. Kise knew that you loved him and the thought of someone annoying you filled him with rage. He immediately excused himself from practice and stormed up to the stands.

“Y/N-cchi is he bothering you?,” Kise said once he approached the two of you. You could see the anger burning in his warm honey eyes.

“I’m just asking Y/N out for a cup of coffee, why? Are you afraid you’re not good enough, Mr model?” your ex teased, which only made Kise angrier.

You saw that Kise was raising his fist and you quickly jumped up to stop him. You took his hand in yours and looked into his eyes, “He’s not worth getting into a fight for,” you told the blonde haired boy.

“But Y/N-cchi, I don’t want anyone to bother you,” Kise pouted, seemingly beginning to calm down. He looked back at your ex who was grinning triumphantly, as thought he had won the fight. Kise grabbed him by his shirt, which made you grip his hand even tighter, but it didn’t faze him. “Just because I’m practicing does not mean that you can ask Y/N-cchi on a date. Next time, you’ll be leaving with bruises, got it?” Kise threatened.

Your ex rolled his eyes, “Whatever.”

Kise let him go and your ex marched out of the gym.

“Thank you Kise,” you said, smiling. “You know, it’s kind of cute when you get jealous.”

Colour rose in Kise’s cheeks as he chuckled, “You’re welcome, Y/N-cchi. But I’ll never be as cute as you are.”

“Oi, Kise!” yelled Kasamatsu from the court, startling both, you and Kise. “Practice isn’t over yet, you know!”

Kise sighed and shrugged, “Duty calls. Keep watching me practice okay! I’m gonna do some cool moves just for you.”

You giggled at the grinning blonde, “Of course, Kise.”

Just before he headed back to his practice, he planted a quick peck on your lips, making you smile as wide as ever as he winked at you before rushing to the court, where he played his best, knowing that you were there, safe and sound.

Aomine

(gender neutral)

As the sun went down and the sky began to fill with pinks and purples, you and Aomine walked home together after his practice. He had his arm around you as the two of you talked about anything and everything.

Aomine decided to stop at a nearby grocery store to grab a snack as he felt hungry after practicing so much. “Do you want anything, babe?” Aomine asked you.

“A fruit juice would be nice, thanks,” you replied.

“Okay, just wait out here,” The blue haired boy said before heading into the store.

You leaned against the wall and decided to check your messages as you waited for him, but you were quickly interrupted by a familiar voice calling your name.

You looked up and you saw your ex approaching you and you internally groaned. “Hi Y/N! What are you doing out here all alone?”

“I’m actually just waiting for Aomine, he’s in the s—”

“Aomine? You’re still with that shithead? You deserve much better,” your ex cut you off, making you annoyed at how he talked about your boyfriend.

“Aomine is really sweet to me actually. You should probably leave before he comes out because he’d not like seeing you, just saying,” you warned him.

However that still didn’t stop your ex from putting his arm on the wall and leaning in towards you. You found yourself unable to do anything but let him do what he was doing.

When Aomine stepped out of the store, he found his s/o being unwillingly kissed by her ex, and a wave of anger surged over him as he dropped the bag of snacks and shoved the boy off of you. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Aomine growled at him.

“Just showing Y/N what they’re missing out on. You’re no good for someone as hot as them,” your ex said snarkily, which only fuelled Aomine’s flame of rage.

Before you knew it, Aomine’s fist had knocked your ex onto the pavement with a nosebleed and a cut on his lip.

“Aomine! You can’t just punch someone like that!” you said, relieved that your ex was off of you but worried that Aomine would get into trouble.

“He had it coming. No one can touch you except me,” Aomine said, unfazed by what had happened. He picked up the bag of snacks and took a carton of juice out. “Mixed fruit- your favourite.”

“Thank you,” you smiled. Aomine put his arm around you and the two of you continued to walk back home, and you’ve never felt safer in anyone’s arms like you did in his.