#THWY STARED AT ME FIRST PROMISE

[srasdoesthings]

*＊✿❀ Day 2: Werewolves vs Vampires ❀✿＊*

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I'm sorry about for how much blood and cleavage there is in this I was yearning and going through it but also I am a simple and weak woman and I knew what I needed to do.

I need her to bite me I need her I bite me I-

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[aki-draws-things]

I know I'm sorry!!!

Jake knows why he wasn't picked. He's actually glad to be just spare. He's not worried or scared, but that's a big ass mission, amd he knows his mind is not in the best place, of it will ever be again. He doesn't trust himself with them, but if mav selected him he would've gone anyway.

Chemo worked the first time, but left him scared, badly. He was sick for days to no end, he was drained weak, he actually begged them to stop stop stop because he thought he couldn't keep doimg it.

(One of the few things of that time that Jake remembers, but only because they have a polaroid of it, one that Ron wanted to destroy because fuck if he didn't look SICK in that picture but Jake had scribbled on it "chickie matching with papa", and a little heart, is the only time Jake completely shaved his head. Javy gasped so damn loud the next day at school. But damn, the boy understood. Ron sobbed his eyes out)

Chemo the second time would be kinda useless, Ron doesn't even consider it an option, he just can't. First visit after starting to have weird symptoms, and a bad feeling in hos gut, it was just as small and all as the first time. Ron cursed. Very very loudly. But.the bad feeling didn't go.away, it grew worse, they told him not to let fear control him, thwy caught it on time. He knew it wasn't right. After not even 2 full weeks the scan lit up like a fucking Christmas tree.

"I told you." Was everything he told them.deadpan staring at them. He knew.

He wrote somethimg for mav too. For Bradley, cause he knew the kid amd mav were still at odds, and really wanted to fix ot, somehow. There's a very very old photo inside, back at flight school. Him and nick, when ron was a pilot. Bradley never saw photos of his father so young. They looked happy. He can't believe he really cut everyone out because he got angry at one person, amd yet someone still looked out for him enough to write to him. (There's a little extra paper, not a long thing, just a couple sentences. It's addressed to Nick. It's on a very old, yellowed page. He wrote it back in 1986, after his death.)

Left something for Bob too. Thought it wouldn't be fair to leave withput telling the kid that he's damn proud of him.

Javy, of course. Cause javy is family. He left something to everyone he could thing of, wanted them to remember him, to know he still remembered, that he cared.

Wolf kept the letters a very closeted secret until the very end , not even Holly knew. He promised.

"Will I get one too?" "Oh, but you're with me as I do them, isn't it a memory enough?" He wants to tell him that no, it isn't. He gets one.

Tim, chris and Jake's are divided in dates. Birthdays, anniversaries, even "for when you're sad/happy/miss me too much" and so on.

Chris actually keeps the academy ring, He fidget with it all the time, just can't help himself

I know you’re busy with whumptober so get to this whenever- but! I need more ER nurse Jake, angst, or fluff, or insanity.

I can see is him being exhausted and falling asleep on everyone and getting passed around from shoulder to shoulder.

Short, but connected to the whumptober too... kind of "Hold My hand" , no I'm not sorry

Whumptober 2023~

Fandom: top gun

Characters: jake hangman seresin, Ron Slider Kerner (plus tom amd Chris)

Prompts: overcrowded er

Warning: cancer mention

Summary: it's a busy day at the er when Jake turns and finds his papa there. Obviously.

When Jake chose that career he knew his motivation went beyond having been inspired by uncle Lucas, it was what uncle called a calling. Almost in a religious kind of way. Jake, he said, was meant to do that, it was written since the instant he was born, and all the sort of things people would tell about spiritual callings.

Honestly, Jake simply wanted to help people, it was a physical need, nothing spiritual or shit.

The ER was a mess that day. Not a moment of peace, not a moment he could retreat himself to the bathroom for 5 seconds. Well, okay, he would pee later, that was fine.

"Seresin!" An older nurse called and Jake sighed. Jesus christ, he only took his phone out one second to check if there were any text, was she going to scold him for that?!

"Yeah, yeah... coming."

When he turned around Tata was there. Jake felt sick. He felt his stomach drop and--

"No. No jakey, nothing like that."

Tata always said he wore his feelings on hos face all the time, Jake knew what he probably looked like.

"We just thought an ER trip would've been safer, all considered, we were having a bit of a struggle to stop the bleeding."

Jake nodded and took a deep breath. He followed tom toward the chair papa was occupying. Papa who looked up and lit up at seeing Jake, like Jake used to do when he was little. Oh, how the tables had turned.

"Chickie don't listen to them, it's just a little cut." Jake nodded. He was tired and needed really bad that bathroom break, but that was papa and he had a cut in his hand and Jake didn't feel as tired anymore.

"But better be safe, yeah? Come, let's clean and cover it up."

Jake loved his job, he loved helping people, and maybe uncle Lucas was right, it was some sort of calling in the end. But one thing was helping and saving and fixing people he didn't know, another was taking his Papa's hand and disinfect and patch up a little cut that didn't want to stop bleeding.

"I should ring the oncologist on shift." Jake muttered and papa chuckled.

"For a cut? No, don't bother them, I'll see mine tomorrow morning anyway."

Jake held onto his hand a little longer. He could feel the bones, the skin frail under his fingers, breaking so easily, bleeding so much.

"They always said easy bleeding was a common side effect."

"You should've been more careful."

"I was, baby. It's just a little, cut, Dad and Tata panicked."

But not him, Jake realized not without a pang of sadness. Never him.

"I'll be fine."

Jake was about to say something when someone called him again. Jake swallowed and papa gave him a little push.

"Off you go, looks like we chose a busy night. Go, chickie."

With a sigh Jake pressed a kiss over his head and ron chuckled.

"Go."

"I'll take you to visit tomorrow, okay?"

Ron smiled and waved quietly as Jake run off again.

[patterns-stuff69]

Dance on my grave

Chapter 3

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Me and Shoto had grown really close this week. I felt so sad when I had to go back to class because I wouldn't be able to see  Shoto. His class was going on a camping trip.

I found out these feelings I felt for him was love.

How strange... I thought I would never be able to love someone romantically in my life.

I was staring at the board blankly. I was really bored and lonely. I was strong enough for my nurse to ket me go to class alone.

It was a new thing for me, but I didnt mind.

Mt mental health went down drastically though. The kids made fun of my illness and even shoved me around.

They kept saying that I'll never do anything great because I was so sickly and weak.

It really hurt me. I started to believe those statements. My nurse wondered what was wrong but I never told her.

I didn't want to bother her with my silly problems.

I wasnt worth any human sympathy, so why should I waste her's?

I hide my feelings and troubles from my therapist too. He doesn't even suspect a thing.

I sighed as I wrote down what Present Mic told us to.

I started to feel my eyes fall closed and my breathing became shallow. I passed out at my desk.

I soon woke up in a hospital bed, connected to a heart monitor and life support.

A light went off and a group of nurses rush on with a doctor.

My parents werent there. There was nothing that told me that they visited.

Just as I thought. I was a waste of space. A bother. Not even my parents wanted to see me.

Thwy hate me. Everyone hates me. Even Shoto.

I sighed in relief when the nurses exited. They left me alone with my personal nurse. She turned the TV on for me.

Thwy were talking about Shoto.

I spotted his last name.

It took a bit to click, but when it did, I freaked out.

He's a Todoroki?!

Why didn't he tell me that? Did something bad happen?

I was so surprised. I decided to ask him when I exited the hospital.

Who knows how long I'll stay in this place.

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I heard that Midoriya was in hospital. He apparently fainted in class due to his oxygen running out.

How dumb could his nurse be?

I sighed as I took my red and white hair out of my face. I wanted to see the TV better.

My heart sank when I heard that I was on the news.

Midoriya would surely know that I'm a Todoroki. That'll scare him off. I dont want that... I've grown feelings for him.

I can't loose him, not yet.

Chapter 4

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I was out of hospital and back at school.  I feel like Shoto is ignoring me... and it hurts.

I was just walking to the cafeteria when I saw Shoto talking with that black haired girl from 1-A. I think her name was Momo.

Momo was giggling and blushing while Todoroki was looking at her like a boyfriend would.

My heart sank and I just rushed out of the cafeteria. Tears were brimming my eyes.

Why am I crying? Why does it hurt so much?

My nurse tried to follow me, but she couldnt. I ran into the boys bathroom, locking thr door. I went to a stall and closed it's door. I just started ro cry.

Why am I feeling this much pain?

Why does it hurt so much to see Shoto with her?

My heart monitor started beeping loudly.

I guess this had put a lot of stress on me.

What am I going to do now? I thought he cared about me.... but now he's ignoring and avoiding me.

Did I do something wrong?

I knew it.... he was just pretending. He actually hates me and that teddy bear was a fake gift. He didnt want to tell me his last name because he didnt want me to ruin his image.

I should just leave... forever. It'll make everything easier for everyone... especially mom and dad.

My vision was starting to become a lot more foggy and blurry. My breathing became unsteady and really quick.

It feels like something pressing on my chest. Why does it hurt this much?

I started screaming for the first time in the longest time.

It hurts a lot more than my illness. It feels like my heart is shattering.

Am I dying?

Maybe I am... that'll be amazing...

Before I knew it, I was passed out. The last thing I heard was the door unlocking. I saw a blurry face. They had red and white hair.

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I found Midoriya's nurse at the boys bathroom. She was looking at me with worried and angry eyes.

She pointed at the door  "Help me open the door... please. He's in there. He looked troubled."

Before I could kick the door down, I heard a scream come from behind the door.

My heart sank and I froze the door handle. I opened the door and found Midoriya on the floor. His breathing was heavy and unsteady. He looked like he was having a panic attack.

"I think he passed out from a panic attack. We need to get him to the hospital." I spoke softly. I didnt want the nurse to know that I was scared. I need to remain strong... for Midoriya's sake.

We were in the hospital a few hours later. Midoriya was hooked up on life support and they had to put him into an induced coma.

I don't know why, but they had to.

I took Midoriya's hand into mine ans sighed shakily "I'm so sorry Midoriya... I dont know what caused you to freak out like this.... but.... it was probably my fault."

I asked the nurses to leave me alone with Midoriya for a bit. I wanted to tell him how I felt... I dont care if he couldn't respond. I needed to tell him.

I was talking with Momo to figure out how to ask someone out. She helped me by being a test subject.

I pretended that she was Midoriya. I confessed to her and she smiled, telling me that Midoriya would love what I told her.

I looked at Midoriya, sighing shakily. I brought his hand up to my forehead, starting ro cry, "I'm so so sorry....Midoriya... please.... forgive me for whatever I did.... I.... I love you so much... I know we've only known each other for a short time now.... but... I'm sure that I've fallen for you... When... when they used my last name on the news... I was scared that you would leave me alone.... just because I was a Todoroki..." I took a breath.

"I started to avoid you.... but... that was a mistake... Midoriya... please forgive me... I know you probably dont feel the same.... but I love you..." I sounded so damn sad and desperate.

Damn it. I promised myself that I wouldnt cry.

I then felt Midoriya's hand tighten on my hand.

I looked up at him, sniffling. I saw that he had a soft smile on his face and tears falling from his eyes.

He was still asleep though. I knew that he heard me.

Thank you....

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I somehow heard Todoroki confess to me. I tried to wake up, but I couldnt.

I used all of my strength to squeeze his hand and smile. I felt tears fall from my eyes.

I felt happy and complete.

Chapter 5

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It's been a month now and Midoriya was awake.

It was a relief to know that. He also accepted my feelings for him. He likes me too, surprisingly.

I felt the happiest I've ever felt in my life.... this is amazing.

I was chased out of his room though. They needed to check up on him and it seems that he doesnt need his personal nurse anymore.

The school is gonna let us share our dorms so that I can take care of him.

I was pretty happy about that. He also seemed way happier.

I was hugging him while he was catching up on work. He looked so cute when he focused. I really like it when he looks like this.

I nuzzled into his back and let ou a hum "Do you need any help Izu?"

Midoriya smiled softly and shook his head "Not really Sho.... I'm doing quite well." He mumbled.

I nodded and kissed his bacl softly before drifting off into sleep.

After a few hours, I felt two arms wrap around me. I opened my eyes and saw Midoriya hugging me. He was smiling softly "Hey Sho..... Sorry for waking you up."

I smiled and shook my head "It's fine. Are you tired?"

He nodded and nuzzled into my chest "Yes.... I'm very tired...." he yawned and closed his eyes, falling asleep.

He was getting tired a lot more easily thesw past few months. I wasnt really concerned about that. He told me that if he didnt feel well that he'll tell me.

I never thought anything of this, until he didnt respond to me the next morning.

I tried to wake him up, but he kept sleeping.

I called the hospital and a nurse who was accompanied with a doctor arrived.

They checked up on Midoriya and they frowned.

The doctor looked at me "He needs to be hospitalized again. His condition has gotten worse."

I tensed up and nodded "A-Alright..."

This cant be happening again. I cant lose him now.

[eddieisalover]

Healing Richie

(Two years after what happened in the movie. Thwy are just older, nothing else changed. Beverly stayed on town)

The Losers were leaving the school after a whole day of books, math, geography and a school’s project that they pretended they were doing in the library.

They were in the middle of a crowd at the school’s exit when they heard a scream. Richie was running from the same band of bullies that terrified the whole school everyday.

When the Losers finally could make it through the crowd, they just tried to follow their intuition, praying for it not to fail because they needed to save Richie. They made the promise of always having each other’s backs. Always. They kept the name the bullies one day gave to them, and they were proud of it. It meant more for them than being called Winners.

When they found Richie, the bullies were writting the ‘O’ of Loser on his stomach, with a knife, blood running from his skin and his screams helped them to find him. “Bastards!” Ben whispered, he remembered very well how they met two years ago, and how they saved him from those abussers. He knew very well how could Richie be feeling.

Bill yelled at them something like “Hey!” to get their attention, and Beverly did the first thing it came to her mind in that moment. She took a stone and she hit one of them.

Remebering that 'Stones War’ they had two years ago, the bullies started running because they didn’t expect the pain and the strenght that every rock came with.

When they left Richie alone, the Losers came to help him as faster as they could. “Are you okay?” Bill asked worried. “Yeah, sure” he answered quickly, trying to catch his breathe. The fear and the pain took the best of him for a couple of seconds. Eddie noticed it.

“Those fuckers!” He said angry. Everybody in the group looked at him surprised of his language.

“What? Let’s heal him! Let’s go to the drugstore!” Eddie said when he felt their stares.

Richie didn’t say anything in the whole way to the drugstore. Everybody would expect some joke to scape from the horrible moment, but he kept his jokes, he stayed quiet. The only one talking was Standly, and he was only sharing thoughts that no one but Bill answered.

Leaving the drugstore, the Losers stopped at the corner, close to the door of the store.

“We aren’t going to heal him in the middle of the street!” Eddie said annoyed. “He needs a shower! What is this?” He asked grabbing his wet shirt.

Richie didn’t answer, he was a little too overwhelmed by the whole situation.

“It looks like Soda” Standly said.

“Can we go to your house?” Eddie asked Bill.

“Sure” he answered.

The Losers grabbed Richie by his arms and they walked to Bill’s house.

Once there, the Losers wanted to help in the whole healing process but the bathroom wasn’t that big and Eddie was too nervous to tolerate more than just himself and Richie’s stomach. They didn’t want to annoy him.

“Are you sure you don’t need our help?” Beverly asked.

“No, I’m sure I’m in good hands here with doctor Eddie” Richie finally spoke after all this time being quiet and kinda lost in his own thoughts.

The whole group went to Bill’s bedroom and stayed there talking and asking a lot of questions about everything they were finding there.

Eddie took Richie’s shirt off, and with a wet cloth, he cleaned his torso. He was too focused on his work to notice Richie was looking at him in the whole process, till he raised his sight and he catched him.

“Is this extremelly necessary?” Richie asked a little bit intimidated by Eddie’s actions.

“If you don’t want to get an infection, yes. You better clean that soda. Once I bandage you, you can’t wet the bandage”

“Okay, okay…” Richie said, rolling his eyes, and putting his hands behind his neck. “If I don’t have another option but letting you do this, I’ll enjoy it”

Eddie noticed how Richie got himself comfortable, closing his eyes and sighing.

“Don’t do that, I’m finishing” he said hitting his arm. Richie opened his eyes and he sat like he did before.

Eddie used a small towel to dry him, and he brought the bag full of the drugstore products he bought.

Eddie took a piece of cotton and he started to clean his wound.

“They write like shit! Look how they did the 'L’!” Richie said trying to break the tension of the situation.

“They’re animals!” Eddie said serious.

Richie stayed quiet during the whole healing process even when it hurt a lot.

“Just once more and we’re done” Eddie warned him afraid of causing him pain.

“Whatever you say, doctor!” Richie joked again.

Eddie smiled.

Eddie bandaged everything with an extremelly care.

When he was done, he stayed there without moving… Just looking at the bandage. And he touched with just one finger the skin that wasnt bandaged, slowly.

“Did it hurt?” he asked.

“No” Richie replied.

“Be honest!” Eddie said.

“I promise you, you didn’t cause me pain, Edds” he said serious, touching his hand and stopping it from moving forward.

“Even if you tried, I don’t think you could ever hurt me” he added.

Eddie just looked at him, then he sighed.

“How do you feel?” Eddie asked.

“I’m good”

“Are you sure?” Eddie asked remembering how shocked and scared he looked minutes ago, and how quiet he had been in the whole way to Bill’s house.

Richie nodded.

“I’m glad you’re okay” Eddie said.

“Me too, I’m too young to die” Richie said with a funny face.

“Richie, I’m really glad you’re okay” he said and he meant it.

“Thank you, Eddie” Richie said with tears in his eyes.

Eddie couldn’t look at him for too much time. He couldn’t see him like that. Richie? Being sad? Not even in the worst moments!

“God, I got too scared!” Eddie said without even thinking.

“Me too…” Richie admited.

They both look at each other. Their hands were still intertwined.

“Guys! It’s everything okay over there?” Bill asked behind the door.

Eddie cleared his throat and answered.

“Yeah, we’re done!”