#i hope you get ran over by a car and don't die on impact but left to dehydrate on the side of the road and i mean that nicely

[jade-curtiss]

The awkward thing with being constantly told that certain kind of alienation and ostracism is nothing more than discourse exclusive to online spaces is that whenever I'm feeling something off, in most circumstances in which it applies, I always have to spend an eternity wondering if I'm not simply hyper vigilant and making it up over things being obviously maliciously intended and clearly in my face.

[mrsharrington83]

Never Ending Story

Summary; Y/N and Steve are in the back of the car beat up and bruised when Dustin, Y/N's half brother finally gets the code. (There is a whole lot more to it than that. I just really suck at summaries :D also, sorry for any typos)

"Jesus Steve." The sight of your badly beaten boyfriend made your heart hurt, true. You weren't looking much better. The evident worry on Steve's face as he gently rubbed his thumb against your bruising cheek.

"I can't believe they did this to you." He cradled you in his arms. Where you felt the safest,

"I really thought we were toast back there." You sighed, nestling your face into the crook of Steve's neck.

"Me too."

You closed your eyes, forgetting everything around you before Dustin spoke up.

"Um. Guys..."

Bringing you back to your senses, you stepped away from Steve as you both followed Dustin's gaze to the Starcourt mall.

"Shit!" Dustin ran back to his radio waiting no time, "Griswold family, this is Scoops Troop! Do you copy? Over!"

You all sat on the grass waiting. Hoping for an answer, wishing your friends were okay.

"Griswold family, I repeat, this is Scoops Troop, do you-"

A loud shriek took over the radio as you all looked at each other.

"Fuck!" Robin rubbed her face as Dustin doesn’t give in. Steve kissed the corner of your forehead before standing up, sprinting down the hillside,

"Where are you going?!" Erica bellowed after Steve,

"To get them the hell out of there! Stay here. Contact the others."

You're next to get onto your feet, running after Steve, but not before your younger brother called after you.

"Wait! Y/N! Stay in touch" he smiles a weak smile as he tossed you a radio, "don't die, please. I love you."

"I love you too, Dusty. See you soon hopefully." You gripped hold of the small radio as you carried on running. You weren't the fastest, but your legs didn't fail you as you caught up with Steve,

"Y/N. No." he was serious, he’d almost lost you once today in the interrogations.

"No time to argue, Steve. Let's go." He rubbed his bruised face and sighed, nodding. Of course you were going to go with him. He couldn’t stop you.

The run to the car was tiring, but you both didn’t stop. Your friends were in danger and having done things like this several times before, you knew it was a matter of life and death. Scrambling into the car, Steve started it up in silence as you caught your breath.

“Y/N.” Steve’s voice was low, laced with worry and tiredness. You were both running off adrenaline now. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You wiped your nose that had started bleeding again, just hoping it wasn’t broken after the Russians did a number on you both.

“I swear.” Steve spoke up, “If we get out of this alive, Henderson. We ae going to have a very quiet date night.”

You chuckled lightly as Starcourt got more visible. “Agreed.” Your eyes didn’t leave Steve as he carried on driving, his knuckles white with the grip he had on the steering wheel.

“Fuck. Make sure your belt is on.” You looked in front of you, Nancy was firing a gun at another car, realising what Steve was about to do as he put his foot down.

“Oh my god!” you braced for impact as you closed your eyes, your heart hammering in your chest. It was quick, but definitely not painless as your whole body collided with your belt, pain rapidly coursing through your chest as your head flung forward, your hair covering your face, your brain feeling like it was rattling around in your skull making you dizzy. Steve turned to look at you, his own hair bouncing from impact,

“Are you okay?” you were both alive and that’s all that mattered.

“Ask me tomorrow?” you undone your belt as your hands shook, both of you pulling yourself up to see the Mind Flayer climbing over the roof.

“GET IN!” Nancy screamed, you didn’t need to be told twice as you pushed yourself out of the car, Steve making sure you got into the back of the car first, following close behind, your legs feeling like jelly as he slammed the door shut, pulling you into his arms. He gripped hold of you, keeping you close to his chest. You could feel his heart thumping as hard as your own.

“If only that thing could slow down.” You muttered to yourself as Steve gave you a firm squeeze, his eyes not leaving the monster.

“Dusty-bun, you copy?” you looked at the radio you had managed to keep hold of. How? you had no idea.

“I copy, Suzi-poo. I hear you much better now, thanks.”

You shuffled away from Steve and looked at him in shock, “Suzie.”

“Okay, so, listen. Do you know Planck’s constant?” Dustin spoke up, your eyes still glued to the small radio in your lap, you looked at Steve puzzled, as your brother and his girlfriend continued their conversation,

“She’s real?” Steve perked up a little, a proud smile on his face. Even at a time like this. He really was the best babysitter and he loved those kids, even your dorky little brother.

Dustin continued as you looked to the radio.

“I promise I will make it up to you as soon as possible.”

“You can make it up to me now.”

Suzie sounded sweet, but this wasn’t the time,

“What?”

“I want to hear it.” You could hear the smirk in her voice.

There was a pause before Dustin continued,

“Suzie, this is urgent.”

Your brother was trying, you knew he was,

“Yes, you’re saving the world. I heard you the first time.”

The radio was static,

“So this is Suzie, signing off.”

You bit your lip,

“Wait, wait. Wait. Okay.”

You were confused, you were all confused as to what just happened and what was going to happen, this car wouldn’t drive forever and you were seriously running out of time.

Turn around, look at what you see

Steve was baffled as blood slightly dripped from the side of his head, the Mind Flayer catching up to the car.

In her face, the mirror of your dreams.

“Right that’s it. We’re going to die.” Steve spoke up, almost sarcastically.

Make believe I’m everywhere, hidden in the lines

You laughed as everyone looked at you, your brother still singing on air with his girlfriend.

Written on the pages is the answer to a never ending story.

“Is he actually serious right now?” Steve was now looking at the radio, still as puzzled as ever as you gently kicked his shoe.

“Hey. You are his babysitter. You sure this wasn’t one of you doings?”

Steve smiled and shook his head, it wasn’t the time for making silly jokes, but you always could make him feel better, even in grave moments like this.

“Reach the stars, fly a fantasy.” Steve looked at you now, almost saying what the fuck are you doing with just his facial features,

“Come on Steve.” You smiled, even though you were scared, even though there was a possibility of you not seeing another day, “we might die, sing with me.”

He huffed and shook his head, his hair dishevelled, “What do you do to me, Y/N.” He took your hands in his, lightly rubbing his thumbs over the back of your hands, your boyfriend finally joining in with you.

Dream a dream, and what you see will be. Rhymes that keep their secrets will unfold behind the clouds

“Not you two as well. Jesus Christ. Give me strength.” Will put his head in his hands as Lucas seemed somewhat amused. Nancy and Johnathan in the front of the car laughing.

And there upon a rainbow is the answer to a never ending story. Story.

Suddenly the singing stopped as Suzie gave Dustin the code. A sigh of relief from everyone in the car

“You just saved the world.” Dustin also sounded relieved and somewhat happy, given the circumstances.

“You must really love me, joining in with me and that.” You looked to Steve who was smiling, laughing under his breath,

“Have you only just figured that out? I adore you, Y/N.” You leaped into his arms and kissed over his face,

“Whoa, wait. It’s turning around?” the Mind Flayer had changed directions,

“Maybe we wore it out?” Lucas said unconvinced,

“I doubt it.” Johnathan looked into the mirror. “Hold on.”

You fell into Steve’s lap as the car turned harshly, Steve hardly holding on himself as his side hit the door of the car, “More bruises.”

“I’ll nurse you back to health.” Steve smirked at you as Johnathan gained control of the car once more,

“Not the place lovebirds.” Nancy shook her head smiling.

Three months later

"Can you believe it?! Mum away for months on business. We have the whole house to ourselves" Dustin burst into the living room, "Can't believe she trusts you to look after me. I am a handful."

"Don't we know it." Steve butted in, bringing in a bowl of popcorn, "So. What movie are we all watching?"

Your mum had let Steve move in which was insane, your mum always did have a soft spot for him, she'd always tell you Steve was the one for you. She knew he'd take care of the both of you whilst she was away. She knew you'd all take care of each other and with you and Steve both working for Family Video, she knew you could be trusted. You'd grown into a fine young woman. 

"I'm not sure." Dustin grabbed a handful of popcorn before jumping over you to sit on the sofa.

"I know the perfect movie." Steve grinned as you watched him get up, "How about... The NeverEnding Story?"

Dustin slammed his head into the back on the sofa huffing, "can you two fucking stop with that now?!"

"Turn around, look at what you see. in her face, the mirror of your dreams." you stood up and spun around with your arms out, as Steve joined in, "make believe I'm everywhere. I'm hidden in the lines. written on the pages, is the answer to a never ending story."

"Right, that's it. I'm going out." Dustin grabbed his cap and coat before pulling his shoes on.

"Hey, Dusty." you stopped singing and watched him as he opened the door, "Love you."

"yeah, yeah. Love you too." he closed the door behind him as you looked to Steve.

"so." he started, "we have the house to ourselves now, you wanna?" he looked to the stairs as you grinned and sprinted off up the stairs with him following after you. 

[ashotofeuphoria]

As I Hold You

Pairing: Firefighter! Jongho x Injured! Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: character death (not member or reader), ANGST, car accident, blood, injury, fire, v brief description of a dead body, trauma, potential miscarriage (hinted at), let me know if i missed anything!

Authors Note: First fic! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy!

You don't remember the impact. The sound of metal crushing, of horns blaring, and tires screeching. Everything just went black.

You had been out running errands all day with your younger brother, Gabriel. You needed to pick up some more supplies for your baby who was soon to arrive. Your first baby shower was scheduled for this upcoming weekend. While you knew that your family and friends would support you and buy you most everything you needed for your baby; you still wanted to buy cute outfits and toys in the anticipation of their arrival.

Your final stop was a new boutique that opened across town, and your younger brother was eager to chauffeur you. He knew that you were a little scared of what the future held and wanted to ease any stress he could, by doing little acts of service for you.

You were living with your family and would remain there throughout your first year of motherhood. You hadn't meant to become pregnant. In fact, you were rather scared of the idea of children and pregnancy. But accidents happen, as they tend to, and your (ex)boyfriend ended up knocking you up.

It was an amicable split when you broke up. You both knew it wouldn't last, and children don't fix broken relationships. He did agree to support you the best he can and you're thankful for that much. It's overwhelming honestly, having the amount of support from everyone that you do. One thing is for sure, this baby will be so loved.

Your brother walked you out to the car, all the bags in his hands, opened the door for you and helped you in. You were only about 4 months along, so you just barely had a visible bump on your small figure. But he held your hand and helped you step into the car regardless. He shut the door and ran around to the driver's side before opening the door and hopping in.

"Thank you for driving me today, buddy. I know you have other things you could be doing," you said as he started the car.

"You know I'd rather spend time with you than do anything else. All I do is read and listen to music in my room, it's not like I do all that much," he chuckled, finding it amusing how appreciative you are of a simple car ride.

"Yeah, alright," you smiled towards him, "Still I know you aren't required to help me out, so thank you. Love you, bubs."

"Love you too, y/n," he said as he glanced towards you with a soft smile.

The car pulled out of the parking lot with the GPS routed 20 minutes down the highway to the boutique. Gabriel took a left out of the neighborhood, and you asked him for the aux.

"Sure," he replied, keeping his eyes on the road but reaching for the cord to hand to you.

You began playing your K-pop playlist, something that's been getting you through the days recently. When you hit shuffle, Love Die Young by Eric Nam started playing. You started to harmonize with the chorus as Gabe pulled the car onto the highway.

"Not this sappy shit, y/n, really?" he giggled as he watched you dramatically act out the song, clutching at your heart as you sing, staring at him with a smile plastered on your face.

"His voice is so smooth I can't help it Gabe," you exclaimed in a sing-songy tone. "So, what do you think I'm gonna have? A boy or girl?" you ask him as the car hits the speed limit and he puts on cruise control.

"Honestly, I think it'll be a little girl. I hope it is at least. We gotta buy so many cute outfits today. I can't wait to help you take care of them. Whatever they may be," he laughed glancing over at you.

"I have this whole idea for their room, I want to do a taupe and mossy green color for the walls. And I think I want a lot of cute pictures of plants and different animals. Ya know, to keep it pretty but neutral, something that can age well with them," you explained to him as he steadily controls the car.

"I think it'll look perfect," he responded. "10 more minutes and we'll be there."

You nodded your head and looked out the window at the greenery. Ideas of outfits and nurseries swimming in your head. You closed your eyes, propped your arm up on the window, and leaned your head against your hand as the car drifted down the highway.

Your eyes jolted open when you suddenly hear Gabe go from a whisper to a shout "fuck, fuCK, FUCK Y/N HANG ON!"

A car had swerved and jumped the median and was driving directly towards you, mere meters away. Showing no signs of stopping, and Gabriel having no real way to swerve to avoid them, he threw an arm in front of you, and you brought your hands up to cover your face, your knees coming up on instinct to protect your belly.

And everything went black.

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When you came to, the first thing you noticed was the smell. Metallic, and smoky, like something was burning. Then you felt a searing pain in your head. You struggled to open your eyes but when you did you couldn't believe what you were surrounded by. The airbags had deployed, but there was blood splattered across the car. You could tell smoke was rising out of the engine, but you couldn't see much else through the cracked windshield.

You look to your left and see Gabriel covered in blood, eyes closed. And you immediately feared the worst.

"Gabe! GABE!" you reached over to shake him, to hold onto his cheek and try and get him to face you. To open his eyes. To do anything. Your ears are ringing, and you can feel your eyes stinging when he won't respond. Your hands are desperately grabbing at his shirt, and hair, willing for him to wake up, for him to be okay.

"Gabe," your voice barely bubbling out of your throat as sobs begin to overtake your body. "Gabe, please, please, wake up. please, you can't, no, please, Gabe, bubs, you're okay, we're okay, please," the sobs wrack your body as you gasp for air between each word. Tears are streaming down your face and suddenly your focus is on your hands, and you see they're covered in blood.

You hold your hands in front of you and stare at them in horror when your vision redirects to your legs. You're crushed in the car. Your legs trapped under the dashboard. Your hearing is slowly coming back as you hear sirens somewhere in the distance, but from what direction you were unaware.

You remember a car had hit you head on when it crossed into your lane going well over the speed limit. As you glance out of the passenger window to see what happened to the other car (and if you're even still on the highway) you're met with a ghastly picture of your face in the side view mirror. Your forehead has been deeply cut, and blood is dripping thickly down your forehead and has mixed with the tears falling down your cheeks.

You cough when you begin to inhale smoke. Your vision blurring, your head falls back onto your headrest as you pass out.

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As you come to, a faint knocking sound begins to grow louder, until you can hear a man yelling "Ma'am! Ma'am! Can you hear me! You gotta wake up! Ma'am!"

You cough the smoke out of your lungs, your head throbs from the movement and you wince in pain. You're brought back to the situation you've found yourself in and remember Gabe is next to you. You look over to him and the feelings become overwhelming again, as you stare at what you can only assume is his dead body.

As a sob erupts from your throat, you look out your window at the man who was calling for you, and are met with desperate, soft brown eyes staring at you through a helmet and face guard. He's a firefighter dressed in full gear. He yells something to you, trying to overpower the other noises happening on the busy highway but you can't connect the sounds with words in your brain. You can only stare at him in confusion, tears falling faster down your cheeks, your breathing uneven.

You see him reach for the handle of the car door and try and open it mumbling a quick "fuck!" in frustration. You're trapped in this car, and he needs to find a way to get both of you out before the whole car goes up in flames.

"Get the jaws! The doors are jammed!" He yells at the team of firefighters surrounding the car and the truck.

He looks back down to you and says as clearly and reassuringly as he can, "Hey, it's okay. It'll be okay, we're gonna get you out of there, okay?"

You begin to nod your head in response when a knock is heard at your brother's window. You whip your head around and see stars for a moment. When your sight clears you see a taller man in uniform shouting to your brother, who isn't responding. Your voice is small and cracks as you try and tell the man outside "he can't, he's not-" and you feel your chest become tight once more.

You hear the man at your window begin talking to you.

"Ma'am, please try and stay still. We must make sure your head is okay. Alright? Please don't move too much. Can you do that for me?" he politely asks you, empathizing with your situation.

You meekly nod your head. Your eyes are stinging. You don't know if it's the smoke or the tears, but it's probably both. As you focus on the man in front of you, you hear the man near your brother begin yelling at his team about the window and needing to check Gabriel's vitals. The man in front of you can tell you're not paying attention, so he speaks up.

"Yunho is going to break the glass to check the man next to you, okay? Just look at me, don't look away from me, okay? My name's Jongho. Just look at me, okay? What's your name?" Jongho asks you to keep you preoccupied and focused on him.

"Y/N," you try and get out of your throat. It's so dry and scratchy your voice isn't much higher than a whisper.

"Okay, y/n. Listen to me, you'll be okay. I'm going to get you out, okay? Who is that in the car with you?"

"M-my brother, Gabe, but he, I-I don't thin-nk," you choke out as you stare at Jongho, unable to say the words. That Gabe is dead. But you don't want him to be. You don't want it to be true. You look down at your door, suddenly feeling very claustrophobic, unable to breathe. You hear glass shatter. As you begin to turn your head, Jongho raises his voice, keeping your focus on him.

"Your brother? Yunho is going to check on him and make sure everything is okay." you hear him say.

"Ma'am, are you okay?" Yunho calls out from the driver window. "Try not to breathe the smoke in, Jongho is gonna break your window to get to you, I'm going to take your brothers vitals and make sure he's doing okay. We're going to get you out of here as quickly as possible, okay?"

You glance towards him and nod your head, finding your eyes drawn to the way he checks for a pulse on Gabe, his slender fingers dancing on his throat, his wrist, anywhere he could find a heartbeat. And seeing the increasing worry on Yunho's face does nothing to reassure you. You see his eyes widen, and yours follow. He leans back and yells over to the team, "There's a pulse. It's faint, we need to get him airlifted asap! San, I need you over here!"

While you're fixated on Gabe's pale and limp figure, you hear glass shatter next to you followed by a warm hand turning your cheek towards him. You involuntarily gasp and sputter at the influx of fresh air.

"Deep breaths for me, Y/n. Please look at me." he gently demands. You look into his eyes as he shines a flashlight above them checking your pupils. He can see how bloodshot your eyes are from crying, and he glances over at your brother, then back at you. "Hey, it'll be okay, we're here now. Just look at me, don't look at him. You're okay. Everyone is here to protect you." he rushes out.

His hand rests under your chin as he uses two callused fingers to check your pulse. Then he gently tilts your head to each side to inspect the gash on your forehead as quickly as possible. He glances down your body to check your arms, and torso seeing they're mainly just bruised, when his eyes land on your bump.

His eyes widen as he asks you urgently, "Y/n are you expecting? Are you carrying a child?"

You hadn't even thought about your child. You had been so distraught over your brother; you didn't even consider the health or wellbeing of your unborn baby. Your heart rate rapidly increases as panic begins to set in.

"y-yes I am, I'm 4 months. I-I'm, do you think, are they? god please don't tell me-" you start blubbering as all the possibilities begin to tumble through your head.

Before he can reassure you, he checks down the rest of your body and sees your legs are trapped under the dashboard. And that even when the door is off you won't be able to get yourself out of the car. Jongho defaults to reassurance as he really can't even begin to answer the questions you're asking him, "I-it's okay. Everything is okay. Let's get you out of this car."

Smoke is becoming thicker around the front of the car, and you watch as it blows around Jongho's figure, flooding out the highway from where you sit. Tensions are growing higher as the crew knows there isn't much longer before the car is gone. Four men are teamed together and grab the Jaws of Life from the truck as they begin walking toward your car. Setting up on your brothers side you begin to hear metal cracking and snapping as the four men work to pry the car open with the heavy machinery. You're itching in your skin wishing to jump up and run now that you're trapped, and Jongho can tell. He has his hand braced at the back of your neck, keeping it steady, as you once again begin to panic; he rubs circles on your arm, and pushes your hair back from your sticky forehead and out of your eyes.

You can hear the Jaws stop and in the reflection of the side view mirror you can see Gabe's lifeless body being pulled from the car, his body pale and bright red from blood, blue and purple littering his figure. He's placed on a gurney and run towards the truck where someone begins CPR.

You redirect your eyes to meet Jongho's, whose eyes are looking deeply at you searching for any sign of pain or discomfort, any sudden changes in your condition. "Is he going to be okay? He has to be okay. Please tell me they can fix him." you plead with Jongho, who looks at you with nothing but the heaviest of hearts.

"We're going to do our best. I promise you we will do everything we can. But right now, we need to get you out of here too." he explains. "I'm going to go bring the Jaws over this way and we are going to get you two out of here," he asserts, gesturing at your bump. "I need you to stay still just like you have been, okay? You're doing so great. Keep your arms as close to your body as you can, and don't look at the window in case anything splinters. Do you understand me?" he asks you.

"Please don't leave me. P-please don't, don't go. Please stay." you sob as you realize you'll be left alone in your wrecked car.

"I'll be right here. Remember stay still and close your eyes." he reminds you as he drops his hands from you and gives his team room to operate on the car door.

You sob quietly to yourself. You can't believe this is happening. How Gabe could be here one second and now he's gone. The image of his pale bloody face is burned into the back of your eyelids as you squeeze them tightly shut. You hear the metal of the car frame crunching and cracking once again, as all four men yell commands and directions at each other. Your sobs are uncontrollable as you wish it had been you and not your brother. You wish with all your heart that you could've taken his place.

The door hits the asphalt and almost instantly you hear Jongho next to you, "It's okay. I'm here. I'm right here. I never left." He notices how black the smoke has gotten and decides to check your legs to see if he can carry you out before the rest of the car is disassembled.

"Can you feel your legs?" he urgently asks you.

You nod your head as you cough so hard that you gag.

"shit-" Jongho mumbles under his breath, looking all over your figure and the car, knowing he must move now or never. With his mind moving a million miles a second, he makes the decision that your legs are likely not broken and brings out a blade from his pocket to saw your seat belt off you. You watch as the sweat beads down his forehead and across his dimpled cheeks as he grits his teeth.

Jongho puts his arms under yours, pulling you into his chest, getting your upper body mostly out of the car. When your legs are more visible, he puts one arm under your back and the other under your knees and lifts. You slide out from under the dashboard and with your neck cradled by his bicep and forearm he jogs you away from the car towards the firetruck. He gets five strides in when you hear the explosion. You peek past his arm to see your car engulfed in flames. You can feel the heat on your face, and the sound has left your ears ringing once more.

The team must've anticipated the event as hoses immediately start spraying to drown the car fire. Jongho gets behind the firetruck away from the fire and sets you down making sure you are stable, with no further injuries from his manhandling. He gently places a hand on your bump and hopes against everything that this baby is okay. Just as he's about to stand to find his captain and report your status he feels your hands fist into his uniform jacket holding onto him.

"please don't leave me. please don't leave. d-don't go." you hiccup as you stare pleadingly up at him. With the way you're gripping onto him, he knows there's no way he can walk away from you right now. Instead, he stands up and grabs a clean towel from just inside the truck and begins to tenderly wipe the blood and tears off your face, avoiding the gash on your forehead.

He doesn't have the heart to tell you that Gabe didn't make it, his body covered with a sheet on the other side of the truck. He also doesn't know how to explain that if Gabe hadn't reached over to protect you, he might've been in less critical condition. That he died protecting you. So, for now he wipes away the grime; and, after seeing you shaking, unbuttons his thick uniform jacket so he can hug you; until the paramedics arrive and will inevitably pull you away from him. You don't hesitate to wrap your small arms around his waist, and he holds you, pressing your head against his chest where you can hear his steady heartbeat.

"It's okay, y/n, it's going to be okay. You're okay. I'm here. I've got you." he repeats it like a mantra, over and over, convincing he thinks, both you and himself.

[cherry-gemz]

The City by The Bay: Part IV

Summary: Fates push you and a handsome and known stranger into each other's paths. His chivalry and good looks make you take a leap into his world and more.

Catch up HERE

Pairing: Keanu Reeves x Y/N (F!Reader)

Word Count: 4k

Rating: Mature, N*FW, 18+ only please, TW Motorcycle accident

A/N: Was thirsty AF and ended up smutting this fic up 😂. We take a turn that I was not expecting...

A/N2: Excerpts from an interview are in bold, taken from here: https://www.keanu-reeves.net/post/162864242206/abdominal-scar-keanu-reeves-first-big-spill-came

Who might be interested: @whiskeyslullabye ​ @marissat1998 @aestheticallywinchester ​ @fookingbetch

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It all happened so fast. The rain felt like pellets on your back and the wind sprayed the droplets onto your face, making the strand of your hair stick to your forehead. You had to close your eyes for just a second and that's when Keanu swerved out of the way as a black BMW ran the stop sign ahead. He maneuvered the bike as best as he could. With all his years of training, he was the best probability if ever you were to be in an accident. 

But as he jerked to the right, the slickness of the pavement made the grip of the tires useless and he lost control. 

"Keanu!" You yelled and held tight to his waist and buried your face in his jacket.

"Hold on!" He shouted back and slowed down as best he could. He released his grip and instead grabbed you into a tuck and roll. He grasped you in his possession and shielded you from the fall. 

You felt the impact to the ground instantaneously and prayed that the pain that seared through the impact would be temporary. You heard him grunt loudly as he took the majority of the fall for you. The scrap of metal reverberated in your eardrums and you grimaced at the thought of damaging his beloved motorcycle. The rain pounded harder onto your laying bodies on the street. You could hear cars whizz by and the splash from their tires against the curb. You were frightened, out of your element. But also reassured from his protection. He had given up the bike in efforts to make sure you were safe. You felt a sense of relief that he cared like that, but then also remorse as you were worried about his favorite motorcycle. 

He groaned as he held you tight, "Y/N? Are you okay?"

His voice shaken as you nod and sniff, the helmet heavy on your pounding head. He let out a sigh of relief. 

"What about you?" 

He nods, "Yeah...I'm alright." He groaned again and you could tell he was saving face. 

The two of you lay there for a few seconds and you hear people slowly approaching. 

"Omigosh, are you guys okay?" A stranger asks.

"That guy came out of nowhere!" Another pipes up. Keanu says you are and the tinnitus hits for a second and you're unable to hear what is going on. 

***

The garage door’s rollers rumbled as it closed and you both walked into the house, sheltering yourself from the downpour.

Keanu peels his leather jacket and places it in the foyer as well as his boots. You slip your shoes off and place your purse on a chair and slip off your jacket, laying it next to his. 

"This day is just out of this world," he says and shakes off the excess rain from his hair. He groaned as there's a stiffness to his shoulder blade. He massages it with his hand and tries to loosen the muscle unsuccessfully. 

"Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital? I'd feel a lot better. They could take a look at your shoulder and check for any internal bleeding…"

He shakes his head no, "It's okay, Y/N. I've been in far worse accidents in my lifetime. I'm just glad you're okay...I don't know what I'd do had you gotten hurt."

You smile slightly at his endearment, but feel guilty still. 

"And the bike, it's not too much damage?"

"Nah, just a little buffering out here and there," he replies as he holds his shoulder with his opposing hand. 

“Let me start a fire and give you some extra clothes. By this time tonight you’ll have gone through my whole wardrobe,” he jokes as you snicker. 

He gazes at you momentarily and you shiver slightly, springing him back to reality. “Be back.”

You nod and peer down the hallway admiring some architecture photographs of the house. 

You’re reminded this isn’t his actual house, that he’s most likely renting it while on his project, but you’re still enamored. You're still in his presence. No one will believe your serendipitous encounter with the movie star. It all feels like a dream anyway. You rub your forearm and try to gain some heat, but your jeans are soaked and it’s difficult to move around.

“Keanu?” you call out down the hall.

“Yeah?” he shouts back.

“Sorry, I’m just freezing…” you cringe and you feel like you’re being a nuisance.

He appears around the corner, changed into black sweats. He's kept his white t-shirt on from earlier and even though he's in a casual form, it's intimate. 

"Here, I found some extra sweats," he says and hands you a pair of grey pants. "Do you need a sweater?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty chilled," you reply as you accept the pants. "I'm just gonna go change, that okay?"

"Sure, by all means. I'll be in the living room with that sweater," he says and you turn around to go change your clothes.

*

A short while later you walk down the hall in his oversized sweats, still wearing his black shirt from before as well and you bite your lip from beyond belief that you're spending the whole day with him. 

You hear the crackle of the fireplace as you enter the open spaced living room. He's sitting on the leather couch facing the fire with a glass of red wine in hand.

He turns his attention to you as you enter, "Hey." He gets up slowly as you can tell he's in a bit of pain and hands you a black ARCH hoodie and a glass of red wine. 

"Thank you," you flirt as you pull the hoodie over your senses and are enlightened with the hint of his cologne: woodsy, warm, and ephemeral. You could die right there and be in bliss.

"Not too early for wine, is it?" He asks genuinely. 

"No, definitely not," you smile and bring the glass to your lips and take a sip. 

"Good, I think we deserve it from what we've been through."

"Thanks for this...and the fire. It's all very inviting."

"Of course. I'd be beside myself if you caught a chill on my account."

You nod and he ushers you to the couch, placing his hand gently on the small of your back.

"My sweatshirt looks good on you," he says and you notice some blood on the back of his shoulder blade. 

"Oh no, Keanu…" you say and place the wine glass on the end table. 

He takes a sip and looks back to you, "Yeah?"

"There's...there's blood on your shirt. You hurt yourself from the fall."

"Really? I didn't feel anything," he peers over and tries to take a look. 

"Do you have a first aid kit?"

"I think there is one in the kitchen…" he slowly gets up and you grab his forearm. 

"No, let me. You have given me enough hospitality to last a lifetime. It's the least I can do. Drink your wine and relax."

He grins and relents as you head to the kitchen. You rummage around and finally find a kit underneath the sink. 

"Alright, now are you going to be a good patient?" You say and cock your brow. 

"No promises," he laughs and shakes his index finger at you. 

You sit next to him on the leather couch, "Alright, let's see the damage."

He peels his shirt off from the collar as all men do, least they are aware of how sexy the act is. You try not to hitch a breath, but your eyes wander as the peep of his ab muscles are exposed and his shoulders are defined and hard. 

You see the cuts from his shoulder and open the kit for an antiseptic. 

"What's the verdict, doc?" He asks as he holds his crumpled shirt in his hand and drinks his wine with the other.

"You'll live," you kid as you grab a cotton ball and apply the antiseptic to it and lightly dab it on his cuts. 

He flinched slightly, but refrained from making any movements. 

"So tell me about your other accidents," you ask as you continue first aid.

"Hmm, well once as I was going through the canyon, I lost control and got this," he points to a thick scar rising vertically up his stomach.

You frown and continue to gently cleanse away the blood from his back. 

"That was in LA?"

"Yeah, I call it a demon ride. That’s when things are going badly. But there’s other times when you go fast, or too fast, out of exhilaration.” 

"Were you speeding? I heard that canyon has insane blind spots," you ask and add an ointment to his cuts.

"Heh, you could say so. The turn I hit was unexpected. I remember saying in my head, ‘I’m going to die.’"

"Shit, Keanu…"

He shakes his head,“I remember calling out for help. And someone answering out of the darkness, and then the flashing lights of an ambulance coming down. This was after a truck ran over my helmet. I took it off because I couldn’t breathe, and a truck came down. I got out of the way, and it ran over my helmet.”

"So why do you still ride?" You laugh. "That would have scared me for life."

"Well, it taught me something. Something not to do, y'know? Something that taught me how to react with what happened today? Today I leaned into the turn when the car came out and released the break. If I hadn't had that experience in the canyon, I wouldn't be the rider I am today."

"Well I'm glad you're okay...from that ride...from any ride you have trouble with."

"Thanks...I'm glad, too. While I probably have some wild rides left in me, I wouldn't ever want to place you in danger."

You both are still and quiet from his words. The fire continued to crackle and you looked through the kit for gauze and tape. 

You cough into your fist and are slightly embarrassed that he would say something so sweet as that to you. You hardly knew each other, but he had a sense of genuine care and kindness towards you. Your feelings for him grew, he obviously was very handsome and kind. But he had a sense of an old soul in him that you wanted to get to know further. You hoped in your heart that this wouldn't be the last time seeing him.

"I find your presence extremely comforting, if I can say so," he turns his head to you.

"Yeah?" 

You ask as you place the gauze over his injury and seal it with surgical tape. Your fingertips lightly graze the outer parts of the tape where it meets his skin and you savor the moment. "All done here."

"Thank you," he smiles and reaches for your hand. 

"I know we just met, but you're so easy to talk to Y/N. I know I have a persona that people see being a celebrity and all, but while that is a side of me, there are also other sides. And I'm not afraid to show them to you."

As he leaned in and turned his torso, it caught your breath. The first aid kit wobbled in your lap as you sat on your knees. 

"What I want to say is that, I like you...I think you're very beautiful and incredibly sexy…"

"Keanu…" you whisper as he continues closer to you. 

"Y/N...I'd like...I'd like to kiss you..." he turned his neck and looked into your eyes and then at your lips. He was so subtle in his movements, a gentleman. You nod, without having the ability to speak at the moment, and close your eyes as he places his lips onto yours. 

There is heat surging through your body; jolts of excitement and wonder encompass your surroundings. He cups your face with his large hand and you instantly melt. He tastes of wine and rain: two of your now favorite things. The unexpected feelings engulf your inner core and you want more. He invites your tongue and opens his mouth slightly, changing the sweet kiss with more intensity. Both of his hands cup your face now and your hand roams down his biceps to his torso. 

"This isn't like a normal thing for me," you say in a heavy breath as your lips separate from his.

"What isn't?"

"Kissing someone I just met…and definitely not this..." you gasp as he kisses the nape of your neck. 

You sit up slightly and the first aid kit tips over and drops to the floor. Unphased, you wrap your legs around him into a straddle on the couch. He's surprised by this move, but doesn't relent and lightly bites your bottom lip. His hands roam from your face down to your neck and you crane it back, giving him ample opportunity to relish the soft, sensitive spot. 

He does so and places his lips on your skin, making you moan his name. 

"I don't normally do this either...but I can't help myself with you," he says. 

His other hand continues down your body and through the thickness of his hoodie, he slinks his way under your clothes and touches your breasts. 

"Uhnnh…" you moan again and he watches your enjoyment from his touch. You quickly peel off his sweater and his shirt, allowing your breasts to be fully exposed to him. Your now slightly dried hair hangs over your shoulder and he brushes it aside, giving it a kiss. You close your eyes and relish the fact that he has his lips on you. Your senses are in overload and you’ve never wanted anyone more. In the moment there is lust and the excitement of pleasure you’re wanting to experience, so you decide you want to move further. 

He trails his kisses and peppers them over your collarbone to your chest, and you hold him right in embrace. You hand lightly grazes the recent bandage and you give it a light kiss. 

"Y/N," he rasps. "Do...do you want me?" He bites your lip and you roll your eyes back for a moment. 

He brings his face back to yours and you reply, "More than you know."

A huge grin escapes his lips and ignites a growl deep within him. 

"Thank God, I want you so badly," he rasps as he holds you tight against his body. 

"Where do you…?" 

He continues to kiss your neck and his hand drifts down to your center. The baggy sweatpants give enough slack as he dives his hand and inserts his fingers. You mew and hold onto him as he tenderly tours your folds. 

"K-Keanu…" 

"You feel so soft…" his ministrations ramp up and he enjoys watching you unfold. His deep, brown eyes locked into yours and you crane your neck back as he hits all the spots and encircles his thumb perfectly over your little nub. 

"Uhhnnn…" 

Your mind starts to spin as you let go any restraint and close your eyes as he pumps his fingers in and out. Things become a blur and a mix of sensation and pleasure intensifies; you grind against his lap and can feel his excitement grow and it only turns you on more.

“I-I’m…” you stutter as you’re close to climax and then he slowly releases his fingers. “Why are you stopping…?”

"Can I taste you?" 

Never in a million years you thought you'd ever hear him say those words. It startles you and you freeze, brushing your hair away from your face to gain composure. He plants more kisses on your chest and cups a breast in his hand. 

"Let me taste you, Y/N. I want to taste you…" he whispers and begs. The heat between you two is almost unbearable. He's ignited something within your core and you want him, you need to give into your desires or you might explode. Wild, breathless kisses are exchanged and provide ample savour.

“Yes, please,” you ask and you unhook your legs as he gently lays you back on the couch. He kisses your taught stomach and runs his large hands over your hips until he finds what he is looking for. He hooks your thigh over his good shoulder and buries his face between your legs. You buck your hips from the intense sensation of his tongue and scream out his name as the rain and thunder roll outside. 

*

After what feels like an outer body experience, you are able to finally breathe and lay on the couch in disbelief. 

He smiles with a cocky grin and gets up to clean his face. You rub your eyes and stretch your toes. It had been awhile, well maybe never to have experienced that sense of euphoria. He was attentive in all the right places and relished at the fact that he loved the taste of you. You discreetly blush and reach for the throw blanket to cover up. 

As you sit up, he returns with the bottle of wine and tops your glass off. 

“Thank you,” you say and make eye contact. “And thank you…”

He chuckles and kisses you tenderly on the lips. 

“I should be thanking you, I very much enjoyed it, too.”

“I can thank you in other ways, you know,” you purr and run your fingers through your hair. 

He waggled his eyebrows, “Is that so? I’d like to see in which ways…”

You take a sip of your wine and return it to the end table. As you stand, you let the throw blanket drop and expose your body to him once again. You’re braver now. What you experienced was an intimate moment together and your walls were down. You felt comfortable, sexy, and beautiful. You grab his hand to pull you closer and passionately seal your lips on his. 

He responds and holds your neck with his hand, while the other hand grabs one of your globes. His kiss is fervent and heeding; his lips are insatiable and the tongue explores your mouth. You open your eyes and as does he, with one swift motion you jump into his arms and straddle his waist. He grasps you by your inner thighs and walks down the hall to his bedroom. 

*

He carries you into his room and his kisses become sloppy and wet, it’s a hunger that you can tell burns within him. 

As he lays you on the bed, he trails his lips to your ear lobes and sucks on it and your eyelids flutter. 

“Keanu…” you breathe heavily as you display your sex on his bed. 

He quickly slips his pants and boxers off and you reach for his hard member and stroke it within your fingertips. He’s soft to touch and large in a way that you anticipate pleasure that will come. He grunts in approval and bites your neck softly. 

“Y/N...I want all of you...you’re so beautiful. What do you want, baby?”

You practically orgasm at the sound of him calling you baby and you moan in approval as he delves two digits into your folds. 

“I want you, too, Ke…”

He smiles, “Ke...I like that. I like you...a lot. I want you to scream my name just like that.”

You nod as he pumps harder and tantalizes your clit, sending waves of intensity all over your body. 

“Oh, yes! Ke!”

“Do we need protection, baby?” He asks earnestly and you shake your head no. 

“IUD,” you state in a breath and he nods in approval. 

He releases his fingers and you whimper softly as he slowly rubs his cock along your wet lips. 

“Uhhh, yes…” you moan and he watches the way your silky entrance throbs for him. He rubs his head in and out and you cannot take the heat that is building up inside you. 

“Baby…” you rasp and writhe as he teases you in the most sexy way. He enjoys unraveling you, the thought that he can make you unfold in his hands is his own viewing pleasure. 

He cascades his hand to your hip and then hooks your leg over his shoulder, giving him full access to his prize. He continues to rub his thumb over your clit and then with a few thrusts, inserts himself in you. Your eyes widen as your walls stretch for him; it takes a few seconds to completely allow him to go deep, but he’s given plenty of foreplay and pleasure that you invite all of him to enter you. You arch your back in agreement with his thrusts and you both moan in pleasure. 

“Ke…” his name rolls off your tongue as he picks up his pace and thrusts harder. He leans over you, still holding your leg on his shoulder and kisses your calf tenderly. It’s a beautiful moment and you love how he caresses your leg, all in while thrusting in and out in a rhythmic game. He holds your ankle and continues his kisses until you pull him to you and plant your lips on his. 

“C’mere,” you coo and rake your fingers through his hair. Besides the few grunts you both make while becoming one, the rain hits the window pane and is seared in your memory. 

“I love your breasts,” he says as he watches them playfully bounce with his set pace of thrusts. 

You cock your brow and cup them in your hand, “Do you?” you ask devilishly and massage them as his mouth widens in a state of complete adoration. 

“That’s not fair, let me…” he responds and replaces your hands with his mouth. His thrusts become faster and harder, each time stretches your walls and the euphoria kicks in. 

"Keanu…!" 

You shout and let go all inhibitions as your toes curl in utter bliss. Your walls tighten further and your body shakes as he rides you through, a tidal wave of pleasure surges your body. 

 He holds the small of your back as you arch yourself on the bed and murmurs praises into your shoulder as he comes and releases himself. He crashes his lips onto yours and stays in you as you both recover. He brushes your hair away from your face and looks deep into your eyes and smiles. 

"That was amazing," he grins and slowly pulls out. He collapses next to you and breathes in heavily. "Are...was everything alright?"

You giggle at his concern, "It was far better than alright. It was perfect."

He rolls to his side and props his head with his bicep. You cuddle yourself next to him and wrap his grey duvet around your body. 

"You're pretty perfect," he replies. 

You blush and he trails his finger up and down the side of your arm.

"I was not expecting my day to be so damn fantastic," he laughs. "Who knew running into you would lead to this?"

"Me, too. I can't believe this all happened."

"But you're glad?"

"Of course," you reply and give him a kiss. He holds you close and doesn't let go. You both listen to the sound of the rain for a moment and relish being in each other's arms. You're enjoying how he is so intimate and appreciates a cuddle afterwards. 

He kisses your forehead, "I'm going to go get the wine. Do you want anything?"

"Hmmm...I'm kind of hungry."

"What? You are? We just ate!" He laughs. 

"Well I mean, you made me work up a sweat!"

"Okay, okay," he says and holds up hands. "Let me see what I can muster up. I think there is some imported cheese in the fridge. Maybe some crackers with the wine?"

"That sounds divine," you reply. "But let me."

"What? No, you're my guest."

"I insist, you have an injury," you say and place your hand on his chest, rubbing it in a circular motion. You point your finger to his face, "Stay right here. I have all day and intend to spend it in this bed, mister."

"Whatever the lady desires," he smiles and watches you saunter out of the bed. "Take that shirt if you want," he points to a battered shirt on the chair.

"Don't want me walking naked around your house?"

"There are a lot of windows," he laughs. You not and reach for the shirt.

"Be right back."

"Sounds good."

You give him a kiss and walk out of the room, knowing quite well his eyes are on you as you leave with just his shirt on. You realize your underwear is still in the living room and head over there before the kitchen. As you slip them on, you grab your glass of wine and sip it in a felicitous manner. 

You daintily skip over to the kitchen as you recall the past hour and you are cheeky and find yourself blushing. As you open the fridge, you spot the cheese and grab the bag and open it up to sneak a little piece. You hear the front door open and the ring that alerts when it does. You quizzically think to yourself why that occurred and you closed the fridge door to see a woman standing in front of you holding a manila folder. 

Your mouth stuffed with cheese you almost choke. She looks you up and down as you are wearing panties and Keanu’s shirt. 

“Um, who are you?” She demands and places her free hand on her hip. 

​

[artsyxloner]

Not just a Monster

Warning: violence, blood,

16: life or death

We were both shaking, even though if Eun-Yoo did open up the door for Ji-Su to use the restroom she still would have passed out. " come on help me lift her!" I pleaded to grab her one side while she got the other.

We both counted to three lifting her. Pulling her arms around our neck making our way out of the girl's restroom. I called for help,  not knowing if anyone knew what to do.

Seeing Eun-Hyuk and Jae-Heon they ran over to us. Jake-Heon took Ji-Soo first. " what happened?" Run-Hyuk questioned. I was about to answers until Eun-Yoo did. " she collapsed in the restroom."

There were tear stains on The girl's face, " she been acting like her side has been hurting her for a few days now haven't you all noticed?"

" we've asked but she just denied it." I bit my lip, " what are we going to do?" Eun-Hyuk shook his head " take her to a couch, she needs to lay down so we can figure out the problem."

And we did just that, laying her on the couch moving some of the pillows and blankets off them. She groaned while we were doing this. " how much does it hurt?" We have all gathered in behind.

" I'm fine." Ji-Soo Urged but Eun-Hyuk put his hand on her side and pressed down. She cried out in pain, " I'm going to lift my hand now." After he did she cried out more. " I think it's appendicitis?"

Ji-Soo repeated after him,

" Appendicitis?" She asked not knowing what he was talking about. " Your appendix." Everyone started whispering, " appendix, how does he know that?"

" you should know that we were poor but he still went to med school." Eun-Hyuk explained, " so what do we do?" Su-Yeong wonder, " she'll be okay." Mrs. Cha rubbed the little girl's head.

" the golden hour is running out on both sides." Hye-In implied I frowned, staring at her. I don't know if she was going to be alright? What if we ran out of time on the golden hour?

Soon Eun-Hyun, Jae-Heon, me, and Eun-Yoo were talking amongst ourselves while everyone was in the day-Care-Center.

" if her appendix burst it'll become Serious. In her peritoneum, she could get an infection and Bacteria can spread out through her entire body."

I leaned back on the hall, thinking this over, it wasn't good. " she'll need surgery?" Jae-Heon pronounced, " there's nothing we can do here," I heard Eun-Yoo grumble. " and I'm not sure if I know how?"

Well knowing some medical stuff is better than not knowing at all. " so you're saying you're not going to do anything about it!." Eun-Yoo got up fussing at her brother.

" We can't just let her suffer?" I butted in but I understood, that he was put in a difficult situation. Someone's life was in his hands with just a little experience. " do whatever you can do because I need to get even with her!" Eun-Yoo demanded.

I bit the inside of my lip my nerves her racking up as we got done talking about what was going to happen. Now here comes the hard part. " so there's a chance I might die?" Ji-Soo admitted.

Eun-Hyuk nodded, " yes." I felt bad for her and I don't know how she was taking the news. Probably not well. " there's a higher chance of dying than surviving... It's your call."

He told her, but it didn't take long for her answer because she murmured a yes. " if I don't, there's no chance of surviving at all." She was set with her answer that and Eun-Hyuk left the room.

Everyone was in here even Hyun-Su, " I'll perform surgery. I need antibiotics, anesthetics, saline, and surgical instruments." Eun-Hyuk informed, " I'll go," Jae-Heon Volunteered, it was nice of him but it would be trouble since she's only got one good arm.

" are you trying to die?" Sang-Wook walked up, " you'll just be a burden in that state." That was kinda harsh.

"Okay, I'll go too." I looked over towards Yu-Ri, " no you. won't." Gil-Seob declared, " there are dozens of surgical tools unless you're going to bring the whole hospital, You need someone who we will get the right equipment."

Gil-Seob stood up walking over towards Yu-R, she nodded her head as If saying I'll be okay. " please help us." It was Eun-Hyuk you couldn't tell by his face but he was serious.

So we all began working on getting ready for Ji-Soo surgery. Wiping down the table with hot water, disinfecting everything that was gonna be used. Like the Surgical tools. Hanging up plastic around the room.

Once I was done helping I grabbed my duffel bag, knowing I'll need it for the medical tools. And my machete Du-Silk fixed it to where a bat was Screwed into it.

It was pretty badass, going over to the back seat of the newly reinforced car I opened the door throwing in my bag about to get in when a hand grabbed my shoulder Stopping I look over to see who it was.

Eun-Hyuk stood in front of me, " if things go south just go to the hospital. Getting food is optional Saving Ji-Soo is the main goal." I nodded, " we'll be back soon." I got in and closed the door.

It was great to know he was thinking about others' now and not being so selfish. When everyone that was going got in the vehicle Sang-Wook who was driving started the Engine and we took off. Hyun-Su decided to come with us even I didn't want him to.

Thinking about going outside again, we're it all began. We're I survived with no one, because of what I didn't mean to do. I knew I was still responsible but Did I want to live with the Constant guilt?

That's what I use to think, not knowing when my time would be up if I went out on a run wondering if I might not come back alive. Dying from hunger or dehydration or anything else in this damn world that would do the job.

I didn't want to though at least not know or ever. Yes, I would have to live with it there death but keeping their Memory alive is what I want. To be able to never forget my loved ones.

Going down a dark tunnel I saw the exit and bright sunlight And clear blue sky's it gave me hope, knowing the group I was with is my new friends possibly family and for some reason, I couldn't leave them.

It's maybe because I found a connection with Hyun-Su that we both have held out for this long it's August 25 year twenty-twenty. I have passed the 15-day mark since the 8th of monsterization.

You could say I was holding out but I haven't been fainting having no nosebleeds, or Hallucinations. It's not that I was worried about not having those things I'm just worried when IT comes back I wouldn't be able to contain the monster and finally turn.

I was a ticking time bomb, to say the least. As we rolled out on the ground the ground began to rumble. Feeling the car shake I Gripped my weapon looking outside.

I didn't have time to react because are were rammed into. Feeling the impact of the hit on my side I felt the door close in as we were thrown through the air. Screaming could be heard as the glass was flying everywhere.

Crashing landed on an enormous pile of sand rolling down it the car flipped over a couple of times until it stopped. Blood was dripping from my face clouding my vision as if it was blurry enough from my head swinging back and forth.

I yelled out it see if the others were alive. But I didn't hear a response. Please God don't let them be dead I thought, trying to get out of my seat. But where the door was caved in on me and that my seatbelt was completely stuck I couldn't free myself to help anyone.

Yu-Ri was laying on the roof of the car that was upside down, blood was all over her face passed out so was Sang-Wook searching around I couldn't find Hyun-Su he was in the front passenger seat but he wasn't there.

Looking around Frantically I saw his body lying outside on the ground he wasn't moving. Tears began to fall from my face, I needed to get out and help them. I didn't see my machete bat anywhere to cut myself out.

But there was a large piece of glass stuck in my leg it was big than my hand. I had to pull it out, taking ahold of it I clenched my teeth jerking it out real fast. I cussed sucking in a breath, that fucking hurt.

Taking the seatbelt, I Started to saw on the thick material moving it back-and-forth. Then then the rumbling came back. My breathing quickened as I was trying to cut faster.

" come on you stupid piece of shit!" I mumbled Anxiously, I was finally able to cut myself free slowly I made my way down until I got on the ground. I took my hand shaking Yu-ri but she wouldn't get up. Signing Looking through the car's window I saw Hyun-Su waking.

I was afraid the giant monster get to him before he would have time to react. I screamed out his name to get his attention. " Hyun-Su!!! Get up!!!" I Cried seeing him glance over to me eyes wide when he saw the monster warning him about.

He got up staggering a little bit, grabbing his spear. He Launched at the monster trying to stop it in its thigh but it was no use it ended up flinging its hand hitting Hyun-Su sending him flying crashing into more sand construction equipment.

I screamed out, and the giant monster looked down at me and smiled with its bloody mouth. It picked a concrete cylinder and checked it at Hyun-Su. But he dodged it just in time.

I let out a shaky breath, there was a movement in the front seat it was Sang-Wook he pulled himself out of the car. I began to smell smoke inhaling the fumes, making me cough It was going to catch on fire soon.

I hurried to cut Yu-Ri's belt, hearing I banging noise. Sang-Wook jerked open the door. I soon was able to cut her free, heaving her up I dragged myself over to the opening Sang-Wook made.

It was a tight space so I laid Yu-Ri in front of me first so he could grab her. " here take her, I'm fine."  I stated not needing help. I was about to crawl out but then remembered my Field guide journal with my family picture in it. I found it near the front.

I was close enough to reach and unzip it, searching around my hand to touch the cover of the pages. Getting it out I held it close to me while dragging my Injured leg that was bleeding heavily out.

I clutched my leg adding pressure as I got up limping, to get away it was going to blow up any minute. But my leg was in too much pain, I fell to the ground, landing on my side.

I grunted cussing out,  " damn leg!" Trying to get up but then I smelled gas. My eyes widened trying to pull myself up again.  The smell was getting thicker and stronger.

I didn't know where Sang-Wook went with Yu-ri but I hope they were safe. Off in the distance, I heard someone calling out my name. Looking up it was Hyun-Su, he was running.

I hadn't noticed the big red fire truck that had come in all this ruckus. The person that was driving it was ramming the monster with it. Just then I began to feel the heat and something grabbing me yanking me out of the way when the car exploded.

Knowing it was Hyun-Su he wrapped his arm around me as we tumbled to the ground. Making a thud sound, I landed on him my face got shoved in his chest.

I stayed there for a minute taking short hard breathes, I could feel his arm tighten around when I started to move. " Are...you alright?" Hyun-Su breathed out.

Wondering if I was okay, I was quiet for a minute but then answered. " I gashed my leg open, but I'm fine." I wiggled out of his grasp sitting up, he did also.

Seeing the huge slash that was oozing a lot of blood by the minute. " can you try and stand?" He asked, but I shook my head. " no, I can walk." Hissed in pain when I moved it.

" Okay, " was all Hyun-Su said grabbing my arm he wrapped it around his shoulder. " I'm going to lift you, can you get on my back," he added, I nodded as he Crouched down.

Climbing on it, I wrapped my arms around his neck, giving the clear he stood up and walked back to the apartment building. Feeling tired I laid my head on his shoulder.

This is kinda long but I hope you enjoy it!! ☺️✨

[doyelikehaggis]

Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Lizzie Forbes (Legacies) x Lydia Martin (Teen Wolf)

Requested by anonymous

Everything is so loud. The screeching that started off as a dull ringing now deafening in Lydia's mind, and the harsh hiss that follows, like a snake wrapping around her head and squeezing tightly.

She walks without really seeing. Her eyes are nearly squeezed shut from the pain, but she marches on through the woods. They've been going for at least forty minutes if not more. She can hear the others behind her, having followed as soon as she jumped out of her seat in biology and ran straight from the school.

Something's wrong, and she can't ignore it.

"Lydia," Scott gently says, in step with her on her right, "do you know what's going on?"

"Banshee thing," she answers simply, and she's sure he guessed that already, so she adds, "I think it's a car crash. I keep hearing this screeching, like tires going off a road, and then I think it hits something."

The noise intensifies, getting stronger like a magnet drawing her in. She quickly veers a little to the left.

"Wait, so this isn't a supernatural thing?" Malia asks from somewhere behind them, huffing as if out of breath when really she just doesn't want to be here. "Then why the hell are we following it?"

"Because it won't shut up," Lydia says through gritted teeth, trying to block out the loud screeching of rubber on road that seems to be everywhere around her. "And something doesn't feel right. I think it is supernatural somehow."

"Wait, Lydia."

Scott's hand on her arm halts her, and she follows his pointing finger to a ditch just up ahead at the bottom of a hill and an unfamiliar road.

"That's it," she states, eyes widening, sure of it. "It's here, it's this road."

"But there's no car..." Stiles points out slowly.

A second after the words leave his mouth, the screeching starts up again. Only this time she feels Scott startle and hears Stiles' and Malia's surprise.

They barely have time to react to the light blue car that comes swerving down the road far too fast. In an instant, it's coming right at them, crashing down the hill.

Scott goes to move, to do what, she doesn't know, but she grabs his arm now and holds him back. The car flips, landing momentarily on its side, then the roof. The tree in front of it flips it back onto its wheels and the entire front crumples against the impact with a sickening noise that reverberates around them.

Lydia can barely breath. Her heart is racing, and she swallows as steam begins to pour from beneath the wrecked hood. Hissing.

They all move now, but she's the first, practically dragging Scott with her as she races over.

There's someone in the front seat, she immediately registers, and her eyes flick over the rest. But there's no one else. Just the driver, a girl their age with blonde hair that's matted with a patch of sticky red blood from the wound on her head.

Scott's already yanking the door off with ease, too dented and crushed to open properly.

"She's still alive," he informs. "Her heartbeat's not too weak, but we need to get her to a hospital. Now."

Lydia's careful of the broken glass littering the girl's lap and the dashboard from the broken windows. She helps Scott get her out, listening to Stiles already on the phone to the emergency services.

The girls draws in a sharp breath, almost a gasp, and Lydia nearly drops her. They thankfully keep a steady hold of her as her eyes barely open, fluttering shut again for a brief moment. She attempts a deep breath only to make a quiet wheezing sound.

"No, don't try and talk," Lydia says, softening her voice, hoping to sound comforting despite her panic. "An ambulance is on the way."

"You're gonna be okay," Scott agrees gently. "Just relax as best you can, alright?"

The girl tries to shake her head but it barely moves at all. Her eyes open, wider this time, looking up at the two of them. Fear and alarm at the unfamiliar faces flashes across her own and Lydia feels a pang of sympathy.

"Don't...don't let me die," she forces out with a ragged breath. "You can't...the blood, it's still...I drank the blood...my sister, she's..."

She's not making any sense. Lydia exchanges a worried glance with Scott, but she just keeps assuring the girl it's all going to be okay as Scott suggests he take her to the hospital himself. It'll be quicker, and by the looks of the giant piece of glass sticking out of her side, time isn't something they can afford to waste.

Lydia nods. Scott carefully scoops the girl into his arms, and they agree to meet at the hospital. She's already hurrying back the way they came, pulling along Malia and Stiles, who quickly tells the paramedics to expect them instead of sending an ambulance.

Her heart's pounding in her ears; something happened when she touched that girl. Something different from the other creatures she's used to by now. Whatever it was, Lydia knows it might just be the only thing keeping the girl alive.

[jpat82]

101 Ways To Kill Bucky Barnes

Mr. Impossible To Kill

You looked at Clint, his eyes baring into you. Your heart leapt as your vision focused on the cross street behind him. A big black SUV barreled through the red light, you didn't have much time to react. You grabbed Clint by his shirt and pulled him as hard toward you as possible to lessen the impact of the SUV to the door behind him.

    The sound of glass exploding around you as the metal crumbled, slamming you into the side of the car as it rocked onto its side. Tires screeched as the metal made a high pitched twisting sound. Smoke curled in the cab of the vehicle you were in, the smell of burning rubber poured over you.

You didn't wait, you slipped through the sun roof as the car you were in was on its side. Clint would be safe, they weren't after him, and for all they knew he was dead. It was best for his survival to get as far away from him as possible. This was your fuck up, and nobody else deserved to die because you couldn't finish the hit. You sprinted, head ducked, away from the car crash.

Put as much distance between them and you, that's all you could think about. And a weapon, preferably one that fired objects at a high speed. But right know a sledge hammer would work. Anything would work as being empty handed was certainly not going to help this time. You hit the corner of the next building, hooking your fingers into the mortar between the bricks, pulling yourself into the turn.

You straighten your body out as you ran down the street, you replayed the lay out of the city in your head and where you had stored weapons in random lockers in the off chance you found yourself over near there with the hit that you didn't hit. Fuck, the pretty boy was going to get you killed rather then the other way around. Should of found a way to push him off the bridge that first day.

The glass shattered just ahead of your snapped you back to the deadly reality you currently were in. You stopped dead in your tracks, took a deep breath and the careened into on coming traffic, rushing toward the other side of the road while zig zagging through the heavy car flow. You glanced over your shoulder once, long enough to see the three men branch out, all dress in black, all military looking. Well, isn't that just awesome.

You saw the opening for the subway just ahead and sped up heading straight toward it. Please let the train be waiting was the only thing you kept repeating in your head as you traveled down the stairs as fast as you could, your hand gliding against the cold metal railing. The smell of must and sweat raising up to greet you as you proceeded further down to where the subway belong. People rushed up on the case next to you, you pushed those ahead of you out of the way, the further down the more people there seemed to be.

You hit the bottom, people everywhere, so many possible casualties. Your heart beating furiously in your chest, a chunk of cement dislodged for the floor next to your left foot. You sprang forward surged forward by the will of hot metal and the drive to live. You jumped over the toll, and ran forward ignoring the bellows of the men taking money for tickets.

The silencer must of been old, because you the sound of a muffled bullet just above the noise. It was sound nobody else noticed, pain exploded in your left calf as you raced towards the open door of the train in front of you.

——

"Clint!" Steve yelled above the sirens, the clusters of people. Thick black smoke curled above the car wreck.

"Over here!" Clint yelled back as he came limping around the corner away from the two twisted chunks of metal.

"Where is she?" Bucky asked rushing toward Clint, blood dripped down the archers forehead.

    "I'm fine, thanks for asking." He retorted, before hooking his head toward the opening toward where the subway was. "She ran down there, or at least that's where the guys that where shooting bullets at her went."

     Bucky nodded before running back up the street toward his motorcycle.

    "Certainly can pick them can't he." Clint stated, holding his side watching as Bucky rev the bike to life and shoot off down the street.

    "That's if she doesn't get him killed first, come on." Steve replied, rushing up the street toward a car that was pulling up.

     "Evening boys, looks like you had some fun with out me Clint." Natasha stated as they climbed in.

——

     You had a chance to breath, and to regain your bearings, trying hard to ignore the warm liquid currently dripping down your lower leg and filling your shoe. If you get off at the next stop you should be close enough to secondary storage site, it held a couple of older guns. Ones that had been used by the KBG, ages ago, ones that yet again couldn't be traced you.

     It also had the bike there, now you just needed another not so high profile route out of the city. If only you had hit him with ax, he would be dead and you would currently be dripping blood from a bullet wound on the subway train floor, yet here you were. In pain, running for your life, hoping nobody else dies because of your stupidity. Hoping like hell Bucky stayed as far away from this as possible so he wouldn't be caught in the cross fires. Him and his stupid pretty face.

      The train rolled to a stop, and the doors slid open. You sprang out, knowing that by running it was causing your blood to pump harder, which meant you were loosing blood at a faster rate. Yet, you didn't slow as you took stairs two at a time heading up them hoping like hell men with guns wouldn't be waiting for you.

     Just as you hit street level, someone hooked your arm and slammed you into the side of the metal grating the surround the opening in the street. Blues met yours, his grip tight on your arms, you could feel the gun strapped to thigh. When you thought about men with guns, you hadn't meant this one.

    "Bucky?" You asked, bewildered.

     "Here." He shoved the helmet into your hands as he pulled you by the crook of your elbow. "We have to get some place safe, and then we'll figure this out."

    "I can't." You stated, guilt flooding you suddenly upon seeing him.

    "Y/n, if I found you this easily so will they, come on." He stated, pulling you towards the sleak black bike.

     "Bucky, you don't understand!" You pleaded.

     "What? That you've been trying to kill, and horribly I might add." He retorted, shooting you a sly lopsided grin as he reached the bike. He swung his leg over it, and stared at you.  "Now get on the bike and we will figure this all out."

      "Well, if you would of died the first time, Mr Impossible To Kill, I wouldn't be in this mess." You snapped back.

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Emaziska 007 AU: The Man Who Came Back from the Dead Final Chapter

I walked into the kitchen the next morning. Everyone was there having breakfast. Everyone except Ema. “Where's Ema?”. “She's probably still sleeping,” mom said. I dunno. Something doesn't feel right. I walked toward her room. “Let her sleep, sweetie”. “Don't worry. Just going to check on her,” I said. I knocked on the door. No answer. I opened it a bit. “Ema?”. Nothing. I walked in. “Ema?”. Still no answer. I could see a figure under the covers but I still wasn't convinced. I pulled away the covers. She wasn't in the bed. It was pillows. I fucking knew it! I ran out. “She's not here,” I said. “What?”. “What do you mean she's not here? Where could she possibly be?” Miles asked. “Cheshire”.

I was ready to leave. “Be careful, Fran. Don't let him get the upper hand on you,” Miles said. “Noted”. He hugged me tight. Lena hugged me next. She didn't say much. I left a tug at my pants. I looked down to see Ana. She was supposed to be sleeping. She must have just woken up. I kneeled down. “Aunt Fran, where are you going?” she asked. I kneeled down. I thought about what Ema told me last night. “I have to go away for a while”. “Am I going to be able to see you again soon?” Ana asked. I frowned. “It might be a long time until you can see me again,” I said. If this goes the way I think it will, I hope it will be a long time until she can see me again. She looked sad. “I'll miss you”. I tried not to cry. “I'll miss you too, Ana”. She wrapped her arms around my neck in a tight embrace. She pulled away and went over to Lena. My mother tried not to show how much this was killing her inside. “I'll bring Ema back,” I said. She shook her head. “You don't have to sugar coat this for me”. I frowned. I was never afraid to die. I knew how dangerous my job was. But this… this makes it so much harder. I hugged her. “I love you,” mom said. “I love you too”.

I stopped the car and watched the house on the side of the mountain. I felt someone grab me. I tried to fight back but they pinned me to the wall. It was Franziska. She was not happy. “What the fuck are you doing here? Are you insane?” she hissed. I pushed her off. “I'm not repeating myself. You know why I'm here”. She groaned in annoyance. “I'll stay at a distance. I have my rifle set up. I'll keep watch. If this goes south, I'll help you in any way I can,” I said. She pondered the idea for a moment. “Fine. But help me only as a last resort. We can't let him know you're here,” she said. I nodded. “Take this earpiece,” I said. “He'll see it”. I shook my head. “Latest tech from our new quartermaster”. I placed mine in my ear and activated it, causing it to camouflage to my ear. “Voila”. She seemed impressed. I gave it her and she placed it in her ear. “Hello, 007,” Lana said over the comms. “Hello, L”. “You know what to do. If need be, call for backup. Ema will be watching your back,” she said. “Right”. “Good luck, you two,” Lana said. We'll need it.

I walked up to the door. I took a deep breath and walked in.  The house was exactly how we left it. I could smell a strong scent of gasoline. I never thought I'd be back here. I wanted to keep it that way. “Right on time, Franziska”. He was coming down the stairs. I glared at him. “What? No hug? We don't get a loving reunion?” he asked. He has the nerve. “I suppose you're wondering why. Why all the destruction? Why try to kill your mother? Why try to kill Lana's sister? Why come back after all these years?”. “Life was just fine with you dead,” I sneered. He grimaced. “So much work. So much blood, sweat, and tears I put into working for MI6 and they left me for dead. Us 00s, we're their pawns. They'll use us up and once they're done with us, they send us on a Goddamn suicide mission!” my father exclaimed. “I didn't come here to listen to you vent, old man,” I said. He laughed. “I know what you came for. And if you think I'll go down easy, you're a fool. I'm not going to hell alone”. “I could say the same to you,” I said. He pulled out a gun and fired. I dodged and got to cover. I pulled out my pistol.

I heard gunfire come from the house. I watched carefully through the sniper scope. The flash of rapid gunfire could be seen through the windows. He must've been using an automatic rifle. She only had a pistol. She said she remembers where he kept guns throughout the house but I can't help but feel she's still at a disadvantage. “008, what's going on so far?” Lana asked. “They're exchanging gunfire. I don't believe neither of them are wounded yet,” I replied. “Stay sharp, Ema. Make sure you come back alive,” she said. That wasn't L talking. It was rare but sometimes Lana could put aside the business part of this and be my sister. I could only imagine what's going through her head right now. Losing mom and dad was enough. I don't think she could handle losing me too.

I moved through the house avoiding the gunfire. My only shot at getting a hit on him is when he runs out of ammo. That's when I can strike. I heard the click of his gun and moved in. I aimed my gun and shot at him. He ducked behind cover. I ran at him and tackled him when he moved. I punched him but he was able to quickly recover and kick me away. I heard the lighting of a match. He dropped it to the ground and the flames started to engulf the house. I took out my knife and swung it at him. He dodged it. I aimed my gun and shot at him again. A bullet hit his shoulder. He let out a pained yell. He took a shotgun from under the floorboards and aimed at me. I escaped into another room. The shot blasted through the door frame. “You're a good shot. Looks like I didn't waste my time with you after all,” he said. I opened the secret compartment in the clock for the hunting rifle. I grabbed the ammo box and stuffed it in my pocket. “All this time I thought Miles would have been the one to take my place. You spent so much of your childhood being a disappointment. He had no trouble becoming the perfect future 00,” he said. I tried to ignore him. Everything he says is just another way to throw me off guard. I'm not falling for it. I'm not giving in.

The house was engulfed in flames. “Franziska, are you alright?” I asked, worried. “I'm fine. Don't move from there, alright?”  she said. I was uneasy about this. Something was telling me to go to her. But another part of me said not to. I can't risk messing this up. If something goes wrong, she'll die. I can't risk that. “Alright,” I answered. The gunfire continued. Then there was silence. I watched carefully, trying to spot them. I saw them crash through the window on the second floor. Manfred had tackled her into the window. They laid on the ground, struggling to recover from the impact. Manfred got to his feet first. He held a knife in his hand and was about to bring it down on her. “Franziska, I've got a shot,” I said. “Don't!” she said. She rolled over to avoid the attack. The knife plunged into the ground and she kicked him in the face.

My father fell to the ground, covering his face. I swing my leg at him. He grabbed it and pinned me to the ground. He took the knife and plunged it toward me. I pushed his arm away, causing the knife to stab my leg. I groaned in pain. I kicked him back. I grabbed the knife and yanked it out of my leg. I looked around for him. He was staggering to the cliff that overlooked the ocean. I went after him. “He's heading toward the cliff. Get in position,” I told Ema.

He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking at me. “You should've been better. You should've been like him. You never appreciated what I did for you,” he said. “You never appreciated me! I always tried to make you proud. All you did was overlook me. I was nothing to you,” I shot back. Everything from back then, all the anger, the abandonment, the sadness. It's all coming out now. I'll use it to take him down, once and for all.

They fought at the cliff. “What's happening?” L asked. “They're fighting at the cliff,” I answered. “Do you have a clear shot?”. “Negative. I could hit 007,” I said. Franziska had him in a chokehold. She must have tired him out.

This was it. I had the upper hand. “Do it. Just remember what I said. They'll get rid of you once you're all used up,” he said. “I don't need to listen to you. After all, you're just an old fool,” I said. I snapped his neck.

“Take the bloody shot!” Lana said. I pulled the trigger without thinking. It pierced through Manfred and hit Franziska. I watched in horror as they both fell from the cliff. I felt my stomach drop. “008. 008 come in,” Lana asked. “Agent down,” I said. “What?”. “Agent fucking down!” I exclaimed. Fuck! What have I done? What have I fucking done!? I'm supposed to make sure she comes back alive. How the fuck am I supposed to go back to her family now? I've fucking killed her. God dammit!

“Ema. Ema it's not your fault,” Lana said. “No, it's not. It's yours. You shouldn't have said anything. I should've made my own judgement for that shot,” I said. “We needed to make sure he was taken care of”. “007 had him in a fucking chokehold. She was going to fucking kill him!” I exclaimed. I should've never pulled that trigger. I knew she had him. I knew it was over. “She gave her life to protect England from a terrorist. It was not in vain,” Lana said. “Are you fucking serious?! Is that what you're going to tell her family? You think her family gives a shit whether or not it was in vain? She's fucking dead. They'll never see her again. Her mother has to bury her. How can you not be bothered by that?” I said. “I've seen death my entire life. I've had agents die. I've felt the pain. This is no different”. I looked at her, shocked by her words. My blood was boiling. How could she say something like that? “You wouldn't be saying that if it were me,” I said. “Ema, don't”. “No! You know I'm right. If it were me that died, you'd be raising hell”. She glared at me. “Fine, then. I'm sure her family will be just fine. They can get a flag to replace their dearly beloved family member. What an honor,” I said. “Put the blame on me all you want. Just remember you're the one who pulled the trigger,” Lana said. I stormed out.

______________________________________________________

I know what you're thinking. How dare I do this? But get this:

There's a sequel.

And...

I've already started writing it.

And...

It's filled with angst.

[itoshit]

I think I've never been that ready to break some skulls before. I took more weapons than usual, having two on my hips, two others on my thighs and finally, two again in my shoulder straps. I've never been a huge fan of knives, but still got one joining the strap on my leg.

Ran and Rindou were ready, Ran still had his unfamous baton. The others, Kakucho, Koko, Sanzu and Akashi, had guns like I did, ready to pull them out if needed.

Looking over Dante and his men, I noticed the same thing. But one of them looked particularly heavily armed.

Hey Dante, he's your sniper isn't he?

Yeah, we always bring one with us, someone who could change the course of our lives from afar. Also Manjiro, if I can call you that?

Nodding, I got inside the van, him sitting by my side.

Perfecto then. La Cosa Nostra bases its values and morals on their allies. Back in Osaka, I didn't intend to kill you nor severely hurt you. I hope it didn't bring too many inconveniences yeah?

Nothing I'm not used to. But I appreciate your help and concern though

Did you change your hair for your girl?

Cocking an eyebrow at him, I stayed silent.

My girl?

She is, isn't it? Look, I wanted to talk to you last time but I needed to check your strength before. We have minutes ahead so listen to me. In our family (note: the term family refers to the mafia here), women play an important role, and I'm not talking about their pussy. In La Cosa Nostra, we're not ashamed of parading with our girls, our wives. Some of us even have children, like me. I don't understand since when being with a woman in the underground scene made you look weak. Women give you strength, something to fight for. I don't know you very much, but I know how to spot an enamoured man. You're deep into it Manjiro. We have nothing but genuine intentions with Bonten, and we want our allies to be healthy and happy. If I could give you a piece of advice, when your girl will be freed, and I'm saying your girl because she's not a bitch or an animal, tell her how you feel. Life is short as the falling of snow, you could die tomorrow. Don't live with regrets buddy, that's the worst, trust me. Cherish the moments you've with her alright?

After his monologue, Dante smiled cheekily at me, patting my thigh. He wasn't wrong, I knew that. I knew that I'd feelings for Vee, but I was afraid she didn't. I let her enter my life and warm my heart of stone, and it could seem selfish but I didn't want to let her go, never.

You don't have to he ashamed of having feelings for a woman, or a man if that mattered. Partners influence our decisions on a daily basis, and without women in La Cosa Nostra, let me tell you, it would be a mess. They keep us on tracks, scold us when needed. My wife, showing me his ring right after, is my everything. She keeps me sane, Manjiro.

My men were in the other cars and only Dante and I, except our driver, were here.

I don't want to bring her in this life, she doesn't need more-

Sorry to break it to you buddy, but she's already deep enough. Her face is all over the news, you must have seen that yeah? Nodding at him, I kept my gaze on the window.

Then you know, the best thing you can do now is protect her from your world, by staying by her side. That way, these events won't occur ever again. The Yamaguchi-gumi is pulling a nasty move right now. Ones of our few rules are; never look at friends wives; respect wives. The Yamaguchi-gumi disregarded all of them.

Venus isn't my wife.

But you want her to be yours don't you?

Silence settling between us, I tried to imagine myself with her, having a future together.

Do you see a future with her ?

... yes

Here you go. When she'll be saved, you'll have to present her to me, the kitten seems feisty enough to make you go crazy for her

Smiling a bit at his words, I took a decision. As soon as this shit is over, Vee will move in with me. Officially this time. And I won't prevent her from having her life, I'll give her the freedom she wants and needs.

My phone vibrating into my pocket, I took it out. Vee?

But what I heard after made my blood boil. She was screaming, begging me to come and save her. Eyes opened wide at the sound playing in the car, I gripped the phone tightlty, breaking it in the process. Gritting my teeth, I lowered my face down, nails tearing the skin of my palms open.

I'm gonna kill them all, I swear to god, these bastards will regret the day they were born.

Dante's hand on my shoulder, I turned to him.

We'll get them. No one touches our wives, remember? You even dyed your hair to please her. They'll pay for it, no worries Manjiro.

And that's precisely when we arrived. Opening the van's door, I was met with my executives. Ran and Sanzu had a wicked smile on their faces. These two will probably have fun.

Destroy them. I don't want any of them alive at the end of the day. I don't fucking care how you process, break their neck, pierce their eyes, rip their bodies apart or burn them to hell, I want blood. Understood?

And as I gave them my orders, they bowed.

Your wish is our command, boss.

-Mikey

I've changed the presentation, it's easier to understand that way 😌

it’s so nice!

The pain had me passing out, waking up only from the slaps my torturer, who so generously told me to call him Koda gave me. I’d wake up, see the handle of the knife sticking out of my bloody, trembling thigh, get woozy and faint.

This time when I woke up, I didn’t even get to follow the routine established between us because Koda was in my face, gripping my cheeks roughly. It hurt from all his prior roughness, his finger edging closely to the lip he had split. C’mon, Vee. You know I don’t want to hurt you. Just tell me what you know. I’ll even let you go.

I knew nothing, just like I told him every time he asked, but since he wanted a different reaction, I’d give it to him. Nodding my head, I watched his face slack into a grin as he let mine go, granting me free rein to speak and move my head. The first thing I did with it was cock my head far back and send it slamming into his own, head butting the shit out of him. The impact made my vision blur for a bit, but the sickening crack I heard made it all worth it.

Venus, I corrected, spitting blood onto his now-bleeding nose. I might have broken it. It’s Venus to you, you piece of shit.

You stupid bi— Gunshots. An entire slew of them. Natalie burst into the room, body slick with sweat, eyes wide and nervous.

They’re here! Bonten’s here! My heart leaped. Mikey? They found out about our hideout much earlier than we expected them to! The sound of rapid fire rounds echoed around us, each one sounding closer than the last. If they kept that up, they’d be in this room in no time. The thought of Mikey raining hell down on their skulls made me much happier than I thought it would. They deserved it. I hope they got it. My cackle, sudden and wheezy, startled both Nat and Koda.

I stared Natalie dead in my eyes as I calmed down. You should run, I advised her. She had endangered my life twice, and although I would probably have little say in what happens to her now—she’d burnt too many bridges; Mikey wouldn’t hesitate to put a hole in her skull— so the least I could give her was a head start. You might be able to get out of here if you run now, because if Mikey gets his hands on you… I don’t even allow myself the pleasure of blinking as I speak, wanting my words to resonate deeply with her. So much so that even if she survived, she’d see my face. He will kill you, and I won’t be able to stop him. And you know the worst part, Nat? I don’t think I’ll want to.

The fear in her eyes was palpable like it was that day in the hideout, but I had no sympathy left to offer her. I also could have told her what Koda told me, let her know she’d done this all in vain, but I didn’t, allowing her to walk out of the door and my life for what just might be the very last time.

So, Koda, I turned my head back to look at him pacing. What’s the move? You gonna run too?

Somebody else came flying through the room as I asked him, an underling of his perhaps, yelling the same question I had just asked him in more or less words and a much louder volume. They’re coming, Koda! We have to go!

A certain bang made even me jump. It sounded like it was just around the corner from us.

What’re you gonna do, Koda?

I’m gonna fucking kill you, he snarled, putting the cold nozzle of a gun he yanked from his pocket to my head.

I tried to hide my dread with fearlessness. I don’t mind that, you’ll be coming to keep me company wherever I end up in five minutes. Maybe less.

I could hear the gun clicking as he turned off the safety, eyes level with me. I was about to die, and the funniest part was I wasn’t afraid. Perhaps I knew deep down that even if I did, I’d be avenged. That nobody who tortured me or sought to hurt me would leave this place with their lives or their limbs perfectly in tact. I don’t know what kind of person that made me, but with this gun to my brain, I don’t think I’d have much time to ponder it.

Mikey flashed in my head, my last memories with him. I didn’t even get to kiss him goodbye. I’d have to add that to my never ending list of regrets, not telling him how much he had come to mean to me in such a short time. That he mattered, that he wasn’t cursed. That he deserved to be happy.

A small smile came across my face as our memories played out in my mind. We had come so far, and I was proud of it. If it all came down to it, I lived an overall good life with some really big lows. Pretty alright for me.

Kill them, Manji, is the last wish I made to myself mentally, making sure it got out before my brain matter was splattered across the wall. Kill them all.

[bhvmbruh]

Kny week, all days

Day 1

Masufatsu was going to the market, while his big sister wanted him to stay at home. Even if he's very strong, she was worried for him but it wasn't the case of their little sister who was really proud of him.

"I'm a man, I have to work even if the weather is bad, big sis'! Don't worry, I'm strong you know !"

That boy hoped that he could brought a lot of money for his sisters and his parents for winter. Maybe he'll be able to buy news clothes for his sisters..

But he didn't get enough money for clothes, just enough for food.

"Don't worry big bro ! I prefer ohagi than clothes !"

"You did a good job son. I'm sorry that I couldn't help you."

"It's not your fault if you're ill honey. Anyway we can be proud of our wonderful son !"

"Eat this, little brother. I made this specially for you."

If only life was always like this.

Day 2

"Someone told me a rumor. It seems that all the people who were lost in the three mountains to the east were found in one of the villages at the foot of theses mountains. When they woke up, each of them said that they had met a man before falling asleep. When asked to describe the man, some said they only remembered his red eyes and a stain of the same colour on his clothes, at chest level. Others only remembered his black and wavy green hair as well as the pattern of his haori. Finally, others said he smiled has he locked up the sheath of his sword. Nevertheless, everyone agreed that this man seemed unreal and that strangely enough, his presence made them feel good. I don't believe in this story, it's just rumors that are going around villages where there's nothing else to do."

The girl walked straight ahead, resisting as best as she could to the temptation to sit at the foot of a tree and sleep there, but it was impossible : she had to bring back what her master asked her to do. She had been walking in this forest for hours. She didn't want to risk calculating the numbers of hours she spent in that damn mountain for fear of getting discouraged. She desperatly wanted to go back to her bed, to her master's house, to her master. Always in the same direction, she was moving forward, as if she knew the way when, although she refused to admit it, she was indeed lost.

"Pull yourself together, pull yourself together !", she said, hitting her cheeks. "Master Mukushibu will get angry if I come home at dawn... She's going to deprive me of dinner..."

The apprentice slasher continued to wander before suddenly stopping and shouting, at the end : "WHY DOESN'T SHE COME AND GET ME ?

I MUST HAVE BEEN GONE AT LEAST FIVE HOURS AGO AND SHE'S NOT EVEN TRYING TO FIND ME ! SHE REALLY WANTS ME TO DIE !"

She no longer had the strength to walk but she still found the energy to grumble and get angry in the middle of this deserted forest.

" I'M TIRED, I'M HUNGRY, I'M THIRSTY, I'M COLD AND SHE DOESN'T EVEN CAR ABOUT ME ! YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT A MASTER ! IF SHE'D GONE LOOKING FOR ME, I'D BE WARM AND SLEEPING !"

She took the object that made her feel all this pain, squeezing it furiously into her hands, still shouting :" She can go to search it herself, but no ! I HAD TO BE THE ONE WHO TO MAKE THE ROAD WHEN I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IT ! "

And so she continued for another five minutes, without realizing the thick fog that was rising. Even if she knew that wasn't her master's fault shouting made her feel good, and heavier and heavier as strangely. After a few seconds, it seemed difficult to keep her eyes opens.

"Stay up, don't feel asleep...", she whispered for herself. "You must report this to Master Mukushibu.."

Her legs, tired from all the work she had done, were no longer holding up.

She eventually fell of, spreading on the ground.

"Get up, you slug... Master Mukushibu will get angry..." she murmured again.

The last thing she saw before her eyes close was the silhouette of a man holding a sheath. He took a few steps forward discovering his face and a peaceful smile. Something about this man soothed her that she let herself go and closed her eyes.

---

The woman was waiting, sewing up a piece of clothing that her student had torn. She couldn't stop herself from making a face. The expression on her face was a mixture of exasperation but above all, worry.

Where was that little girl ? Does she really have to go get her ?

No, she had to manage. She was safe after all. With the wisteria that the former slasher had planted all over the place, there could be no demon in the area. The girl she had sent to pick up her groceries was safe.

She swore before she let go of the suit, barely sewn up :"I'm not going to have to go get her !", she shouted as she walked towards the door. The trainer opened it all at once.

"Shika !"

On the square, she saw her student, inert. Her heart missed a beat and she fell to her knees. She observed her disciple : she was asleep.

"You should be more careful with your students."

The woman looked up and her blood froze when she recognized the one who was talking to her, unable to believe it.

He smiled at her before he disappeared.

The next day, her student couldn't remember anything. The master decided to stop referring to what happened the day before, trying to convince herself that she had not seen this man who had died three centuries ago.

Day 3

"What I have done what I have done what I have done"

He ran into the mountains without stopping, without looking where he was going, holding his head and shaking it frantically.

What he just had done ?

He had committed the abominable, he had killed people, he had killed his companions, his comrades, those who had been raised next to him, those who lived on the same street as him.

He had killed his friends.

If only he had been satisfied with that.

But no, no, no.

On top of that, he had eaten them, like a wild beast. He had treated them like prey, like food. He would have continued to eat them if he hadn't felt uncomfortable when his appetite began to fill.

Now he realized the horror of his actions and the monster he had become.

"What I have done ? What I have done ?"

He fell of a cliff and didn't scream. He didn't want to scream. He didn't want someone to come and try to rescue him, or to be buried. The young man hoped to die, in this way he would atone for his crimes.

Masufatsu closed his eyes, waiting for death to come for him.

But it didn't come.

He had fallen on his head, on his forehead exactly. The impact had caused him a wound that was gradually closing. He straightened up, looking at the ground for a moment.

"What did I do, by the way ?"

He got up. The sun was about to appear and something told him he had better hide.

Day 4

Thus, after the massacre of his village, Masufatsu followed the path of the demon slayer.

Day 5

In modern AU, Masufatsu is just a guy who wins all the sports competitions he participates in. However, he has not been noticed yet. He hopes one day to go pro so that he can pay many things for his family and makes them happy.

He lets his little sister wear all the medals he wins.

Day 6

Masufatsu just... Really sucks with swords.

Day 7

Just 6 years old Masufatsu carrying a big bag filled with foods.

*put down her phone, sit down in front of her window and look at car traffic, empty eyes smiling.*

[baasilbee]

Hello, love all your reaction of RFA. Hope u don't mind if I request a reaction of the RFA boys including Saeran and V when they found out that MC was an assassin sent to RFA to kill but MC can't do it and want to commit double suicide with them so whoever she's working for won't be able to find her and the target anymore. What will do boys do. This seems a little dark haha. Have a great day!

First, I always love getting requests, even if I’m not sure how I would write it, I can’t stop thinking about them and I write them a hundred times over in my head trying to get it just right. Thank you for your kind words, and I hope this makes your day just a little bit better! I made an intro so that I don’t have to think of a bunch.

Gore and character death and suicide warning

MC had been working for the Russian government (forgive me, its still pretty early) for years. An assassin to take down any rising power that might be a threat. They could fluently speak 13 languages, and could blend in in any situation. Their most recent assignment was the RFA, located in South Korea. A charity organization, something for a good cause.

Yoosung Kim, a student at SKY university studying veterinary medicine. Jumin Han, the only heir to the international corporation C&R. Hyun Ryu, an actor who uses the alias Zen. Jaehee Kang, Jumin Han’s personal assistant, no family, also a big fan of Hyun Ryu. Luciel Choi, a hacker- oh, this has gotten interesting- for the intelligence agency GFX. Jihyun Kim, a photographer known by the name of V. And Saeran Choi. Not part of the RFA, very little information on him, just like Luciel. Is suspected of being part of the organization Mint Eye, which will lead me to the apartment. And so it begins.

Yoosung:

Why did he have to be so sweet

If he wasn’t so sweet it would have been easy.

MC knew their training. They knew not to let the targets get to them, they were the best. They knew what they were doing.

But Yoosung just destroyed all of that training.

They had been with the RFA for 3 weeks now, and their superiors were getting impatient. But MC really loved Yoosung, and killing everybody else would destroy him. They would rather die than do that to him.

Maybe that was the answer, it would need some setting up, but they could pull it off.

A few days later the stage was set.

MC took Yoosung out to a secluded area, and they had a picnic.

While Yoosung was eating, MC told him everything. About the people they had killed, their assignment, how they were supposed to kill everyone in the RFA, and about how they had fallen for him, and couldn’t do it but still couldn’t escape the superiors.

They proposed a double suicide

Yoosung was shocked

MC, the bright MC who he had fallen hopelessly in love with, was sent to kill him and all of his friends.

What if he said no to them and they left

He didn’t want them to leave.

And so they jump off a bridge together

I really hate myself right now

Zen:

When MC tells him he thinks they’re quoting a movie

He’s kind of freaked out when he finds out that they’re telling the truth

Doesn’t know how to react

Especially when MC says they should preform a double suicide

“MC, I’m not doing that. Me being alive is a gift to mankind and so I need to live.”

MC leaves him, warning him about trusting people because the government will be sending others. They tell him they love him one last time, and walks out.

Honestly kills themselves in the worst way they can

Jumin:

Confesses when they’re trapped with Jumin.

They’re super dramatic about it

Quotes Shakespeare at one point

Jumin is honestly really hurt

“You want to leave me?” He said once MC proposed the double suicide

He takes care of a lot of things concerning MC, new identity, enhanced security, the whole shebang

Doesn’t let MC leave the building.

MC is happy that they can stay with Jumin as long as they do

Seven/Saeyoung:

This boy is shook

Takes it very personally

Yelling and cursing insuses

They’re both so in love but so bad for each other

MC suggests double suicide, both their agencies are going to kill them anyways

Saeyoung just wants it to be over, so he agrees

They’re both so tired, and just want it to end

They drive off a cliff

RIP Seven’s baby

V:

He honestly deserves so much better

He falls in love with MC

And they tell him they are supposed to kill them

V accepts it

“Please kill me”

MC doesn’t voice the idea of a double suicide

They just turn the gun around and shoot themselves instead

V, in his despair of loosing both the people he cared about, shoots himself as well

The author shoots himself too, as he hates hurting his babies this way

Saeran:

He trusted them and they betrayed him

They had intended to betray him the whole time

They were sent to kill him

They wanted him to kill himself with them

Now that he wants to live they ask him to kill himself

These were the thoughts running through Saeran’s head as he ran from his and MC’s house

He runs onto a road

He is hit by a car and due to his frail stature he doesn’t survive the impact

MC kills themselves after they find out

I’m sorry I really hate how this turned out, I meant for it to be happy and fixable, and they would live, but that didn’t happen. If you’re unhappy with it, let me know, and I’ll try again another day. If you want me to add or fix anything, let me know! I need to be comforted