#i want to fucking scream at him and punch him until hes unconcious but then im the fucking bad guy

[idkwhatthisisbutheresdcandstuff]

Hey guess who ruined my favorite mug? :D

Thats right that's FUCKING MICHAEL BASTARD :D

It was supposed to be a Cheshire cat mug and every time you poured hot liquid in it the cat is supposed to disappear leaving behind a smile but this mother fucker microwaved his fucking coffee and now its turns into this weird brown color

Mother fucker decided that he was going to take away one of my joys in life because he needed his gross ass puke to give his mouth second degree burns

[umbralsound-xiv]

Bittersweet.

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Time was a blur.

She’d not moved for more than a fortnight.

The chain around her wrist bites into the heel of her palm, her free hand pinned and skewered against the wall of her prison. Dried tears have carved their way through the layers of dirt and blood clung to her cheeks.

It was only sleep that came. Sleep, unconciousness, or exhaustion. The three were undecipherable from eachother now; and with only the torture of her own thoughts or a silent visitor with a blessed cup of water for company, these were the only things she could find some measure of comfort in.

“Wake up.”

Bexy’s shallow breathing hitches. Was that a voice? Sleep grasped her a little too tightly to listen.

“I said wake up! You’ve all sodding sun to sleep!”

The words are snapped at her. Unkind. But the scent of something warm and sweet wrenches her to her senses. Her eyes manage to focus on the figure before her; the candlelight shone a little too brightly after so much dark and quiet.

Something is scooped onto a spoon and pushed against Bexy’s lips. She takes it without hesitation; some kind of porridge, sweet and spiced with cinnamon. Her mouth burns with the sensation of taste.

Another spoonful is given before she’s barely had time to process the first. Who was feeding her? They never talked; no matter how much she tried to coax them into doing so. And they never came with food. Her eyes try to focus through the haze of darkness.

Long pink curls roll down her shoulders as her arm lifts, eyes narrowed into a scowl as an angry red welt sits swollen across her cheek. The two lock eyes for a moment, before E’sehri gives an annoyed huff through her nose.

“What? Eat. I didn’t come here to talk to you.”

The spoon is jabbed offensively in Bexy’s direction, who doesn’t turn it away. She does, however, eat as fast as possible to make some attempt at conversation.

“Then why did you? Surely Y’vhala has plenty of other people for menial tasks like this?”

E’sehri only glares and jabs another spoonful of porridge towards her.

“Curiosity?”

No response. Another spoonful.

“Examination?”

Another. Almost faster than she can eat.

“Punishment?”

“---Would you just shut up!”

Her response was barked, and Bexy had her answer. The red and swollen cheek of E’sehri illustrated as much; far too severe to be anything less than a solid punch.

She’d seen it before. Those Y’vhala considered above the others were still just as disposable. But they never believed it.

He’d never give them such preferential treatment if they did.

“What did you do?”

Only a spoonful and silence. But Bexy had more questions, and E’sehri was quickly running out of food.

“It must have been quite something for him to strike you.”

“Shut up!” E’sehri half-yells, and brandishes the blunt piece of cutlery towards her. “I said... Shut up. It doesn’t matter. I’m not talking to you.”

“Did he tell you not to? Like the rest?”

Bexy licks her dry, cracked lips, parched from the lack of water and abundance of time.

E’sehri just stares. Her pride doesn’t allow Bexy to one up her. Her fists ball as lightning runs down the length of her arms, before arcing off towards the dirt.

“What would you know, anyway? You’re just some dumb, ungrateful runaway.”

“Is that what he told you?”

Bexy gives a resigned sigh. Her voice was not the airy, rich sound that it often carried. Instead, a hoarse, gravelly thing. And no matter how much she tried to swallow it away, she could never quite dismiss it.

“That’s what he said. That he helped you, and he trusted you to help him, and you betrayed him and ran away after everything he did for you!”

A laugh bubbles in the back of Bexy’s throat. A foreign sound, hitching and painful. E’sehri gives an offended glare.

“DON’T LAUGH AT ME! YOU’RE NOT IN ANY POSITION TO LAUGH!”

More lightning dances down her form. Through the curls of her hair, between her ears, and her fingertips. She tries to dismiss it, brushing her hand against her dress.

But Bexy just smiles. It is a longing, sad thing, as she defeatedly settles her head back against the wall.

“Suppose i’m not.” She remarks. “Gods, he really is a remorseless bastard.” Bexy’s words held a bittersweet mirth. She had little care for what words came from her lips now; Y’vhala was beginning to run out of things to punish her with. Her smile persists.

She never was very good at doing as she was told.

“Don’t you--- Don’t talk about him like that!” E’sehri snaps back, giving Bexy a testing jab in the gut with the wooden spoon, more to get her point across than give her any actual injury. “He helped me! He took me in when no one else would!”

She opens her eyes, then. She’d heard that before. More than once. How old was E’sehri, anyway? Bexy’s gaze fights through the darkness to settle on her features. It was difficult to tell. But Bexy wagered no older than twenty cycles, at least.

She gives a long, slow sigh from her noise.

“...You have no idea how many times i’ve heard that tale, now.”

“You’re wrong! I’m different! He told me!”

“As he told me. As he told I’vihhrah. As he told you. You’re not the first, E’sehri.”

“SHUT UP!” The girl, who previously walked around with her head held high, stared at the floor as tears welled in her eyes. “Just--- Shut up.”

Younger than twenty cycles, thought Bexy. A pang of sympathy rang in her gut, for however little she felt she deserved it.

“...Get out while you can, E’sehri. You don’t... Want to end up like this.” She lightly rattles the chain around her wrist. “Like me.”

“He wouldn’t do that to me! He said i was different! Useful! Not... Not like the others!”

“And what happens when you outlive your usefulness, E’sehri? When you mess up again? You are just as disposable as the rest of them!”

E’sehri’s features wrinkle as tears begin to roll down her cheeks.

“You’re wrong! You don’t know him! You don’t know anything!”

A sob, a sniffle. As she turns to march back out of the room... And finds arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders.

“...There, there... Don’t listen to her, E’sehri.”

The voice sets Bexy’s back straight against the wall, eyes narrowed to the mismatched green and blue that peered back at her from E’sehri’s shoulder, catching the candlelight as they often did.

How much had he heard?

...Not that it mattered.

“You are special. Different. But i did tell you not to talk to her, hm? She just wanted to upset you. I did tell you, mm?”

Y’vhala settles a kiss into the crown of E’sehri’s hair, before pulling back.

“Run along. I’ll catch up.”

E’sehri gives a small nod to Y’vhala, and glances to Bexy for a long moment, before she pulls away to leave the room proper. Y’vhala listens, for her footsteps to fade into the dark.

And then he pulls a dagger.

“You venomous, inciteful little bitch...”

She’d seen this before.

Bexy’s mouth slams shut and her lips pull together as tightly as they could, as Y’vhala closed the gap and set his hand against her throat. The sensation of her pulse running against his rough fingers as he turned her head, and the blade glinted in the light only ilms from her eyes.

“One more fucking word to her, and i will cut out your tongue.”

The blade is wedged between her lips, where it splits flesh where she’d hoped to deter him. A strangled, pained noise is held in her throat; his angered expression dulled into something more amiable as the sound rumbled against his hand.

“You know...”

It moves sideways between her teeth, even as she kept her mouth firmly closed.

“That i...”

The blade’s edge sinks into the corner of her mouth. Blood pools and runs down her chin, as tears swell in the corner of closed eyes.

“WILL.”

The last word is yelled, before the dagger is ripped from her mouth, leaving a long line across her cheek; not deep enough to split it to her jaw, but enough to spill blood down her neck.

He turns to leave, and Bexy only opens her mouth to gasp for breath when he’s more than five paces away.

He stops. She watches.

“...Silly girl. Almost made me forget why i came here in the first place.”

Bexy hadn’t noticed the macabre object dangling from his hip, all tied, matted and tangled from it’s unfortunate journey until just a moment ago.

Slowly, he turns back, and plucks it from his belt.

And throws it at her.

It is rough, hard, smooth and soft all at once. Landing next to her feet, Bexy’s heart jumps at the shock and confusion of it. Long, blonde hair curled through the dirt, matted with blood in places.

A wig?

She nudges at it with her toe, as Y’vhala’s smile widens sickeningly on his lips.

A scalp.

The revelation causes Bexy to take a sharp breath, but her features were knit firmly with confusion. She didn’t know anyone with long blonde hair.

Did she?

She thinks to the company. Her company. No one came to mind.

Then who?

Confusion gives way to realisation. It couldn’t have been.

Reinette.

How much did he know?

“BASTARD!” She screams out again; an anguished battlecry that spat blood in his direction at the ferocity of the word, as he bellows into a laugh at her response.

“So you’ve called me a hundred times now! And i’m sure you’ll call me a hundred times more. I will break you, Bexy! And you will do my bidding, unless you want the rest of them to meet the same fate!”

“YOU’LL DO IT ANYWAY, YOU TWISTED BASTARD!” Bexy’s throat gives a shrill hiss as she inhaled, hot tears stinging down her face.

Realisation.

What, exactly, did he have left to take from her?

Pale, icy blue eyes level with his in a way they’d never looked before. And a smile moves over her lips. This doesn’t appease him in the slightest.

“Whether it takes a moon, whether it takes a cycle, or ten, i will---”

“I don’t have ten cycles.”

Y’vhala stares at her. And she stares right back; a chuckle, a laugh, dancing up from her throat.

“You think i’ll kill you before then? No, i’ll draw it out. I’ll----”

“...I don’t even have five!”

Laughter. Genuine, unabated laughter pours from her lips along with her blood.

“This aether? This gift? It is killing me, Y’vhala! Even if you did manage to break me, you’d get nothing out of it! Nothing!”

Her words infuriate him. Enough for his ears to pin back. Enough for him to bare teeth.

“You are lying.”

“Am i? Have you ever seen skin discolour like this? Blood freeze? You know my eyes weren’t always this colour, don’t you?”

“SHUT UP.” He snaps, and reels an arm back which connects solidly with her jaw, sending a spatter of blood across the wall.

“YOU ARE LYING. AND IF YOU’RE NOT, YOU WILL WISH YOU WERE! I WILL FIND SOME USE FOR YOU! BE IT IN THE FLESH MARKETS, THE SKIN TRADE, OR I’LL EVEN FUCKING VIVISECT YOU, BUT I WILL FIND A USE!”

Anger came in hot breaths against her cheek, as the smile never moved from her lips.

“So be it. But it will never be serving you, Y’vhala.”

He gives another solid punch to the other side of her face, to match, before storming out of the room.

She smiles. Defeated and victorious, spattered in blood against the wall.

Five cycles, give or take, she thought.

She could last.

Even if it was only to spite him.

[layce2015]

The Last of Us Part 2 (Joel x Reader)

Chapter 4: The WLF

Chapter 3

*3rd Person POV*

As the trio gallop through the storm, more infected started coming at them from all other directions. Abby pulls out her gun and fires while Tommy and Joel steer their horses towards the upcoming gate and make their way through, as a group of people held it open. Abby's people closed the gate and a few started firing at the infected. 

"Save your bullets!" One person shouted and a couple of guys throws some molotov at the gate, burning the group of infected to death. "Let's get inside!" A young sandy blonde haired man, Owen, said and the group starts to head back inside the mansion as Abby, Joel and Tommy dismount their horses.

They follow her friends and make it inside of the garage. The door closes and one of Abby's people turns to Joel and Tommy. "How you guys doin'?" She asked. "We're good. Thanks." Tommy said to her. "Yeah." Joel said as he glances around at everyone, trying to see if they give off any warning signals.

Both him and Tommy noticed that they had patches on their jackets. It was a head of a black wolf with the words Washington Liberation Front, or WLF as it said on the arms of the jacket.

Meanwhile, Owen goes over to Abby and whispers. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" She nods and the two go into the other room as another woman, Nora, comes up to Joel and Tommy. "You wanna get those saddles off?" She asked them. "No, no. It's alright. We'll just ride out the storm and get out of your hair." Joel assures her.

"Y'all got any brushes or a towel or anything?" Tommy asked her and she nods as she goes to get some stuff.

"You are nothing but lucky." Owen mutters to Abby once they were in the other room. "You have no idea." She said to him as everyone started walking into the room. "How did y'all get electricity in here?" Tommy asked the group, curiously. "There are solar panels on the roof." Another man, Manny, replied.

"Where the fuck have you been? Who are these people?" Owen asked Abby, angrily, just as Tommy and Joel walk into the room. "How long have y'all been here?" Tommy asked the others. "Since yesterday." Manny replied. "Yesterday." Joel said, a bit of suspicion in his voice. "Yep." Manny said.

"What are y'all doing out this way?" Joel asked. "Oh, just passing through. You two live nearby?" A dark haired man asked. "We do. A few hours down the hill. Y'all should come back with us. Restock before you head out." Tommy said to them. "Appreciate it. I'm Mel." A woman, with short dark hair, introduced as she shakes Tommy's hand.

"Tommy. This is my brother." Tommy said as he points at Joel. "Joel." He introduced and in that moment everyone in the group stare at him, almost like they recognized him. This starts to set off alarm bells in Joel's head.

"Y'all act like you've heard of us or something." He said as he looks at everyone. "That's cause they have." Abby said and before Joel could turn around and do something, Abby pulls out her pistol and shoots Joel in his leg. He falls over as Tommy yells. "NO!"

He goes and punches the guy near him but another guy grabs one of his arm and the guy he just punched grabs his other arm and the two men hold him down. Nora comes up and pistol whips Tommy a few times in the face until he was unconscious.

"Nora? Clear?" One guy asked as Tommy's body flops down, unconcious while Joel was on his side, holding his leg in pain. "He's out." Nora tells them as Joel let's out a groan of pain. "Put him against the wall." Abby demands her people, gesturing at Joel. "Tommy." Joel calls out, painfully, as a couple of members of the group grab Joel by his arms.

"Get off me! Get off me!" Joel yells at them as they pick him up and push him against the wall and hold him. Abby kneels down to him, glaring at him with such hate.

"Joel Miller..." she said and he looks up at her, shocked that she knew his name. 

"Who are you?" He asked her, angrily.

"Guess." She spat at him. He looks at her then at her friends, trying to think of who could they be, but nothing. He takes a deep breath then glares at Abby, defiant. "Why don't you say whatever speech you got rehearsed and get this over with." He growls at her.

Abby, upset that he doesn't know who she is, huffs out a breath then stands up. "Tourniquet his leg." She orders and Mel grabs a belt then goes over to Joel and wraps the belt tight around his leg, preventing him from bleeding out.

Joel let's a painful growl until Mel finished then she moved away as he looks up at Abby. Anger flares in Abby's chest and she punches him across the face a couple of times. "You stupid old man..." She growls as Joel spits out some blood.

"I would love nothing more than to see you dead right here. But...I can't. I need you alive, to lure her out. You see...you're not the only person I'm after." Abby said and Joel gives her a confused look until his eyes widen in shock and, worst of all, fear. "No...no. You leave her out of this!" He yells as he tries to fight back but was greeted with a few punches to the stomach and face by Abby's friends.

Once they were done punching him, he coughs and groans while Abby just stares at him. "Once she comes, first I’ll torture her in front of you, then I’m gonna kill her. Next will be everyone else you care about, and you will know the pain I had gone through these last few year. And then you’ll be getting a slow and painful death.”

But what they didn't realize was that someone had made it over to the cabin and could hear the noises. Ellie, who couldn't find (y/n) as she made her way through the woods, ended up at the cabin after Jesse told her what happened. She made her way down to the building and made it inside just as she heard Joel yelling in pain.

She quickly made her way towards the noise and down into the basement. She walks up to the door as she heard hushed voices then she opens it. There she sees a battered-looking Joel and people surrounding him. Ellie's eyes widen in shock then she opens the door wider and aims her gun but one guy, Jordan, sees her and jumps into action.

He grabs her arm and tries to knock her down but she fights back. She pulls out her switchblade and slices at the Jordan's face when Nora and another guy jumps on Ellie and shoves her down. "Pin her down!" Nora said, firmly.

"Stop! Leave her alone!" Joel yells out as Ellie growls and tries to fight. "Shut the fuck up!" Abby said and she punches Joel across the face, knocking him unconscious. "No! Get off me!" Ellie yells. "Get her hands." Nora said and the guy grabs Ellie's hands and ties them up behind her back. "Get the fuck off of me!" Ellie growls then she looks over at Joel. "Bitch." Jordan growls and he goes to kick her a few times. 

"Look, you got her. Okay?" Another member said to Jordan as he pushes him back. Ellie coughs then looks at Joel to see he was battered and bruised then she glares up at Abby. "You're gonna fuckin' die!" She screams as Owen comes into the room.

"What's going on?" He asked. "Let him go!" Ellie demands but Owen looks over at Abby. "Who is that?" He asked. "Let him go!" Ellie yelled again. "She snuck in..." Nora said and Owen looks at Ellie then at Abby. "She's not who we're looking for. Too young." He said and Ellie takes note of that. Were they expecting (y/n)? she thought, panicked, then she really starts to struggle but the two held her down real well.

Owen then turns to Nora. "Why aren't you posted up outside?" He asked her. "We didn't think anyone was gonna show up." Nora said. "The hell did you expect! Especially, when we're hoping to lure his wife out!" Owen shouts as he points at Joel. He looks at Ellie then at Tommy before he turns to Abby.

"We gotta get outta here before the whole town's on top of us." Owen said to the others. "No! I need her to show up!" Abby growls. "You know what I want!"

"She could be on her way right now with a bigger group. We could be outnumbered." Owen said to her then he looks at Joel's unconscious body. "We'll take him with us. As our prisoner." He said.

"And what if (y/n) Miller comes after us with an army?" Abby asked him, angrily. "There will be more of us back at base. We can handle it then. We won't stand a chance right here, right now." Owen said and Abby sighs, angrily, then she looks at Joel then to her other friends.

"Grab him and take him to the horses." She orders as Ellie starts to struggle in a panic. "Joel? Joel, please wake up! Please! Wake the fuck up!" She pleads as Abby's friends grab Joel and start to carry him out. "No! Please! Let him go! Please!" Ellie pleads but her pleas go unheard.

"What about her?" Owen asked Abby, who glances at Ellie. Obviously,  she was debating on whether to let her live or not. But then again she wanted (y/n), so keeping the girl and Tommy alive will surely grab (y/n)'s attention. She sighs then turns to her friends. "Let her go." She said.

Then she nods at Manny, who nods back, and walks over to Ellie. "Get the fuck away from me!" She growls before Manny kicks her across the face, knocking her out.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"Joel?! Tommy?!" I called out through the harsh snowy wind as I galloped through the woods. "JOEL! TOMMY!" I shouted, and my heart began to race faster. This was starting to scare me, this was not like them at all and I started to think of the worse possible outcome.

Finally, I made it to this large cabin, which had a fence around it and some dead infected at the front. "Could be there." I muttered as I trotted up to it then noticed that the gate was slightly opened. 

I dismounted my horse and walk up to the gate and opened it even wider. I grab the reigns of my horse and lead it to the cabin. Once I was able to get close to the cabin, I opened up the garage door just to see one horse already there. I examine it and noticed the mark on its leg, a J which was for Jackson. This had to be either Joel's or Tommy's horse.

I pull out my pistol and had it at the ready as I make my way to the other doorway, which lead into a room. I slowly walk towards it, my gun raised, when I saw two bodies on the ground. I gasped as I recognized them as Ellie and Tommy.

"Oh no..." I whispered, worried, then I got over to Tommy and try to wake him up but nothing. I check his pulse and found put that he was indeed alive. "Thank God." I whispered and I noticed that he had been beaten up in the face. "Shit." I muttered and I look around but saw no sign of Joel. I go over to Ellie and kneel down to her and noticed her mouth and nose was bleeding.

Just as I was about to try to wake her up, her eyes began to open. "Ellie?" I said and she opens her eyes wider to look at me. "Thank God. Ellie...you alright?" I asked her and she begins to sob as she looks past me. Confused, I turn around and saw some blood splatter in the middle of the room and then a trail that leads to the wall. And my heart begins to beat harder.

"Ellie, what happened here?" I asked, worriedly. "T-They...took...him..." I hear her whisper and I turn to her, my heart now feeling like it is lodged in my throat. "What?" I asked, in a whisper. "They took Joel." Ellie cries and I stand there in shock, not knowing what to say. I was just lost.

Then I hear footsteps and I look up to see Dina coming down the stairs. "(Y/n)?!" She said, confused, then she looks at Ellie. "Oh my God! Is she okay?" Dina asked as she goes over to Ellie while I felt my legs give out and I fall to my knees, my mind just swimming with fear and worry for Joel.

The last time I felt this kind've fear was back in Colorado, five years ago.

"(Y/n)? You okay?" Dina asked as she comes over to me. I couldn't speak, words were lost to me, and all I could do was shake my head. Dina gives me a worried look then she turns towards the stairs. "Jesse! They're down here!" She shouts as she runs upstairs.

Tears formed in my eyes and I look over at Ellie, who looks at me in tears. "I tried. I'm sorry." She cries and I stare into her eyes for a moment then I give her a short nod before tears streamed down my face.

@fangirl-inthe-us

[jizemderler]

hii! would you write an imagine for bts if you’re still open to it? if so can you write a badboy! taehyung having a soft spot for you (an unpopular girl but not a nerd either im tired) bc u helped him and his family out before, and one day you get cornered by bullies in college and he helps you out if the situation and y’all become close friends ;<

Hii! Thank you for requesting, I hope you’ll enjoy!! This got kinda cheesy soo..

Taehyung didn’t know when it all started. He found himself looking for you, thinking about you or checking on you if you were okay. You definetly left a mark on his mind when you helped him and his family out the one time he was his most vulnerable self. What bothered him most was that you didn’t talk to him after that ever again even though you oassed each other in the halls.

“Man are you even listening?” his friend scolded Taehyung as he realized that he was talking into the air. “What are you staring-...” his friend said and followed Taehyungs gaze to you. You were sitting on top of a wooden table with your feet propped up on the chair and you were reading a book. You had you earphones plugged in to shut the noises out and were enjoying the story you were reading. “Do we know her?” the friend asked and Taes mood changed immediatly. The last thing he wanted was to draw his friends attention on you. “No, we don’t. I was looking at Rebecca.” Tae lied and turned around to take his bag. “Did you hit that last night?” his friend laughed and Tae rolled his eyes at the immaturity of his friend. Tae shouldered his bag and was about to walk to class when you caught his attention again. Two guys were at your table and he saw immediately that you were uncomfortable. He watched them knock your drink over and act like it was a mistake. They walked away laughing and Tae was growling to himself while he took his bottle out if his bag and walked towards you.

Without saying anything he put the bottle on the table next to where you were sitting and walked away as if it was the most normal thing to do. You watched the guy with the black leather jacked and black jeans walk away while wondering why he left his bottle here. You knew Taehyung. Well, you didn’t exactly know him - you knew he exsisted because to be honest everyone at your college knew about Taehyung. No matter what kind of trouble appeared, Taehyung was always a part of it. You wondered how he managed to stay at college and not get expelled. When your class was about to start you took his bottle with you and hurried off into the direction you needed to be.

Later that day you were in the cafeteria and saw Taehyung standing in line and decided to walk up to him. “Hey! You forgot this earlier.” you said reaching out the bottle and he furrowed his brows while looking at it. “That’s not mine.” he said and turned away showing his disinterest. “But it is. You left it..” you started again and his head snapped back to you and he shot you a glare. “Move. You’re in my way.” he said and pushed past you, not giving you a chance to explain yourself. He on the other hand couldn’t believe that you didn’t even open the bottle. You must’ve had nothing to drink the whole day, which annoyed him even more.

You finished your classes and were walking towards your car when you heared some people talking to each other. Which you thought was a innocent conversation turned out to be some guys ganging up on this one dude you knew from your sience class. They were all standing around him, circling him ver close and his back was pressed against the car. When you recognized who was in trouble you brain started working. You were small built and had no chance against those giants so you had to be smart. “Hey Jungkook!” you called his name and all of them looked your way. You smiled towards Jungkook and waved him over. “Sorry for being late. We can go now.” you said and tried hiding the nervousness in your voice. Jungkook stuttered something and you wished he would just hurry up. No one wanted to be on the bad side of these guys and you were really trying hard to deescalate the situation. “Come on we have to be there at 4.” you said and Jungkook caught on. He mumbled something and stumbled out of the middle of the group before they knew what was going on you two were sitting in your car and were driving off.

***

You didn’t know who those guys were. You didn’t know that it would mean this much trouble. You were walking through the empty halls towards your mext class. You had an hour before the class actually started so you were just passing time and walking very slowly while going through your phone. You should’ve been looking up because you walked into someone and stumbled backwards, lost balance and found yourself in some random dudes arms. “Hi beautiful.” he smiled and chuckled nervously while trying to get out of his arms. “Sorry.” you mumbled and stumbled backwards to get free. “Where you going at?” he asked and you looked around to see three other guys lurking around and coming closer. Now that you looked closer at them they kind of looked familiar. “To class. I’m actually in a rush so...” you said and tried pushing past him but he blocked your way. “You know...” he said and stepped closer making you step back,”you should feel sorry for bumping into me and for ruining our fun the other day.” he said and the other guys started laughing and gathered around you. After a few more steps your back hit the lockers behind you. As he said that you recognized them as the guys who were bugging Jungkook the other day. “I don’t know what...” you started but he wasn’t listening.

“You’re not looking too shabby.” he said his gaze wandering down your body and you felt disgust rush down your spine and formed your hands into fists. “I’ve got an idea how you can pay me back baby doll.” he purred and you wanted to vomit. You’re reflex made you slap him across the face and that was the worst thing you could’ve done becaue that made him angry as fuck. He slammed his palm against the locker behind you locking you in place, his face only inches away from you. “Now you really owe me bitch.” he cursed and you shut your eyes and your whole body froze in place. Memories from the past threatened to bunbble up in your mind.

“Let her go.” someone growled but you were too afraid to open your eyes. You felt the guys lips brush over yours ever so lightly and a loud thud followed. “I said let her go!” the second guy roared and when you opened your eyes at the loud voice no one was standing infront of tou anymore. There was a dark haired guy on top of the guy harrasing you and he was pounding down on to his face. When you realized who it was that was smashing his fist down onto the guys face you defroze and stepped forward. “Stop!” you yelled as you saw that the guy on the floor stopped defending himself. “Taehyung stop!” you screamed and with his name falling from your lips he looked up at your scared face. You flinched as his head snapped towards you and you saw the glare that was meant for the guy on the floor who was almost unconcious. His gaze softened as he saw your state but you felt dizzy from all the things that just happened. The next thing you knew was him grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards the exit without listening to your protest.

He pulled you to the bleachers where no one could bother you two. He was still panting in anger, the image of your pressed against the lockers looking absolutely scared, engraved in his mind. “You’re squeezing my hand to death.” you said after wrapping his bleading hand into your spare shirt you had in your bag. He looked down at your hands and let go immediatly and you stood up. “Don’t do that ever again.” you said and were about to leave when he grabbed your arm to stop you. “Excuse me? I saved you?” he said sounding offended and you glared at him. “Did you think I would thank you for beating that guy to death? Now what? He’s going to get us both into trouble. Might get you expelled.” you said and he rolled his eyes. “Should’ve killed the bastard.” he growled and gripped the shirt tighter that was wrapped around his hand. “Stay away from me Taehyung. Just leave me alone. And tell your guys to do the same.” you said and a hurt expression rushed through his eyes.

***

You didn’t go to class for a week until the council decided to give those guys a punishment. It was a sunday afternoon when your doorbell rang. You walked over to the door wondering who it was. Your eyes widened as you saw who was standing infront of you and you peeked around the corner to see if anyone else was there. “What are you...” you started but he interrupted you. “I’m sorry.” he pressed out and took his hands to the front to reveal the flowers he was holding. “What?”

“I’m sorry for being an ass. That’s just who I am but I’m sorry nevertheless.” he said and held the flowers higher. You took them carefully and furrowed your brows still not getting why he was doing this. “I tried cleaning your shirt but...” he said and took a lump out of his bag holding it up for you to see,”the blood stains wouldn’t come out.” he admitted. “Sorry ‘bout that too.” he mumbled and scratched the back of his head. He looked absolutely adorable all flustered and nervous - there was no hint of the Taehyung that was punching a human being recklessly as if it was a punching bag.

“Well, then..” he started and took a step back. “Wait, d-...uh..” you said doubting yourself and he arched a brow looking at you with a tiny hit of hope and curiosity in his eyes. “Do you wanna come in?” you asked and opened the door further and stepped to the side. He thought about it for a second, scared to hurt you with his presence but couldn’t hold himself back. “Sure.” he said and stepped inside. You took him to the kitchen to put the flowers into a vase and he looked around. “You still have my bottle.” he said pointing at the bottle near the window and you glared at him. “I knew that was yours.” you growled and he chuckled nervously while scratching his head again - obviously a nervous habit of his. “I-...You know-...” he stuttered and you couldn’t hold back a chuckle. This friendship was going to be a hell of a ride.

[justsomegruviastuff]

Loosing control / gruvia fic part 2

This is the last part of the fanfic ! It look me a long time to write it and I wasnt able to draw a good picture I tried 2 ideas and they both ended up trashy so no drawing in this one ! I hope you enjoy it and thanks for all the love in the last one 🌹

Seing Juvia on the ground unconcious with her neck covered in bruises drove Gray crazy . The strange marks started once again appearing on his body . He stood up and saw Laxus maniacally laughing from afar and the thunder legion standing ready to attack .

" You're going to regret this " Gray hissed and he was now fuming . His fists clenched the second Freed approached casting a spell in the process. He quickly dodged it and in a split second he grabbed him by the neck and threw him on a wall leaving him unconcious since he was already badly injured . Evergreen was next , she used her wings and flew near Gray but before she was able to attack he froze her wings with a swift hand motion and she fell to the ground . Bickslow came running towards him and his babies circled around him . Before they attacked he covered the space around him with ice walls and pushed them hard in their direction , smashing Bickslow and his babies .

" Oh finally , I was getting bored " Laxus smirked as Gray walked step by step near him .

" Come on Gray ! Or should I say demon ?" Gray stopped moving slow . He punched Laxus with an ice fist .

" Is that all you can do? " Gray casted a spell that surrounded Laxus in an ice circle and was ready to smash him but with his lightning he destroyed the ice .

" Come on I'm sure a demon can do better than that " Gray hissed and punched Laxus .

" I'm not a demon " he screamed. Laxus grabbed his fist and gave it a hard squish.

" We both know who you really are Gray ! You're just like me , you're evil you were always evil! You might be fooling everyone else but I know how it feels , to have this darkness inside you that urges you to do horrible things ! You seek for blood just as I do , I tried the nice act but it didnt work ! The white doctrine showed me a better path and you should be a part of it ! " with every word he squished Grays knuckles.

" I'm... not like .. you " Laxus laughed

" You're worse than me " Gray was struggling but he managed to escape Laxus grip . He stood in front of him .

" You killed your own master . You tried to kill your father and you went completely demon on your best friend Natsu . You're trying to protect her from me ? You should be protecting her from yourself, you left her alone and completely shattered her ,theres a reason why you always fail to keep her safe . Drop the goody -two- shoes act Gray you're not fooling me , you're pure evil . "

Grays mind went blank his head turned when he saw Juvia coughing and Laxus smirking .

" I'll show you evil " in mere seconds he froze the whole landscape , encasing half of Laxus body in ice . He smashed the ice with his fists and sent him flying to a wall . He punched him twice in the face and kicked his ribs , Gray was so fast with every attack Laxus wasn't able to react . Grays fists hit Laxus again and again and he was tossed around by smashing on the wall and falling on the ground . He was now seriously injured and bleeding but that didnt stop Gray .

" You're evil "

" you're a monster "

and other things that Laxus said were ringing in his head replaying every second . He had seriously injured Laxus and he wasn't going to stop there .

" Gray - sama " he barely heard her voice and he continued beating Laxus . He punched and punched until he heard footsteps approaching.

" Gray - sama .. stop " all he was hearing were Laxus words again and again .

" You're a demon "

" You're a monster "

his body shivered when he felt a warm hand touching his shoulder, he quickly turned around and with his fist encased in ice he scratched Juvias body .

" I'm not a monster !" He screamed while he ripped Juvias remaining clothes with one hand motion . His eyes widened and his blood went cold , he shivered and his heartbeat increased. In front of him was none other than Juvia , she clearly had struggled to get near him. Her neck was badly bruised and she was coughing blood . Her clothes were ripped and covered in dirt .

His heart skept a beat when he laid his eyes in the direction his hand went . The ice part of his hand was covered in blood , juvias stomach was bleeding and she had a hand over it trying to stop the blood from flowing . What made his heart burst was the spot that he had cut , memories flew through his mind when he saw the familiar scar that he had just reopened.

It was like the whole world had stopped moving it was just him and her . He was unable to move , unable to breathe , he couldn't believe what he had just done . No , that wasn't him, he would never , ever hurt her, not in a lifetime . He was not a monster and only monsters hurt the ones they loved , he wasn't one of them , or was that what he thought? Because the picture in front of him said otherwise.

Finally he came to his senses and reached to her , trying to help her . What made his heart ache was that when he reached his hand she jerked away terrified . Her hands were covered in blood and she was groaning in pain, he did that to her . Grays gaze was focused on Juvias scar that was now covered in blood . His head turned immediately when he heard a sound coming the other way . He saw Laxus groaning, laying on the ground badly injured , he was bleeding everywhere and he was covered in bruises .

Gray then realized , he got up from his feet to look around , the whole landscape was covered in ice . From a far he could see Bickslow covered in scratches and bruises laying on the ground unconcious, in the same condition were Evegreen and Freed , his friends , that he just hurt , he did that to them . Gray hated himself even more with each passing second,he tried reaching to Juvia but she would jerk away scared.

" You're a monster" he heard Laxus whisper before he completely lost conciousness. Gray lifted his hands to his head and started shaking . His whole body was trembling. Suddenly he punched the ground and started screaming.

" I did that ! I'm a fucking monster ! Why did I fucking do that? " he was pulling his hair maniacally and punching the ground while screaming. His body froze when he felt her touch again , even though it wasn't warm like before because of the blood covering it , he still recognized her touch .

" Gray - sama ? " he turned his gaze towards her and when he saw her his body immediately relaxed . She wasn't jerking away , she wasn't afraid of him . His eyes fell back to her scar . He reached his hand on top of it and froze it so she wouldn't lose too much blood, even though she already had .

" I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry " he whispered to her and his voice cracked , a tear rolled down his cheek . He felt her thumb wiping it away and he let himself enjoy her touch , but it didnt last long, he quickly realized . He suddenly jerked away .

" No ... you shouldn't be .. comforting me ! I ... this is my fault ... your bleeding because of me ! " juvia had a sincere expression on her face .

" It wasn't you Gray - sama ! Whoever did this to Juvia wasn't you! " Gray raised his eyebrow confused.

" It was me , I lost control and I hurt you... and everyone else ! You should hate me right now " Juvia gently cupped Grays cheek and removed another one of his tears .

"Juvia will never hate you Gray-sama ! Juvia loves you too much to do that !" Gray was looking her straight in the eyes .

" Then why did you jerk away when I tried to help you ? " juvia didnt answer , she couldn't. Gray got up from his knees and still kept his gaze towards Juvia.

" You see ? You know that I'm a monster ,you just cant say it !" Juvia suddenly got up herself struggling a little because of her wound .

" No no ,that's not true ! Gray -sama is not a monster! "

" Then why were you afraid of me ?" Juvias eyes fell in the direction of his body , she gulped loudly.

" Juvia wasn't scared of you ! Juvia was scared of that... " juvia pointed towards Grays body , where his marks were . Gray was once again confused.

" But.. that's a part of me !" Juvia gently grabbed his hand .

" That you have to learn to control or it's going to control you , like it did now! "

Gray started caressing her hand . More tears rolled down his cheek .

" I'm never going to be good enough, am I? Juvia came closer to Gray and grabbed his other hand too .

" Good enough for what darling? " he raised one of his arms and started playing with her locks .

"You! ... you deserve so much better than me " juvia chuckled.

" Gray -sama , you made Juvia better ! "

"What do you mean ?" Gray asked concerned .

" Juvias wasn't always like this ! Juvia was a horrible person once , I was moody and depressed and mean , Juvia wanted to hurt people, make them suffer like she did !" Gray cupped her cheek and brushed some hairs and dirt of her face .

" But you're not like that now ! Now your cheerful and full of life . You give nothing but love and happiness to everyone and you dont expect something back" Juvia smiled .

" Gray - sama you did that ! You made Juvia the person she is today ! If it weren't for you she would have lived her life thinking that she didnt need love " Gray slowly got closer and he gently rested his forehead to hers .

" You deserve all the love in the world " Juvia caressed Grays cheek .

" Gray -sama does too . So please let Juvia show you that you deserve love , like you did to her " Gray finally let out a sincere smile and admired Juvias ocean blue eyes .

"This is a dream " he chuckled and so did Juvia .

" And we deserve to live it , toghether! " Gray smiled and their lips were now a centimeter away .

" Yes , yes we do !"

And finally he did the thing he'd been dying to do for ages . He kissed her. I'm not going to say that the kiss was magical because that's an obvious understatement.

•~ Let's just say that her lips were for only him to kiss , her scent was for only him to smell , her taste was for only him to taste and her heart is for only him to keep .•~

The end

Yep I wrote that last paragraph and I'm proud of it just as I am for the rest of the story so I really hope you like it 😍🌹

@sweetmemories2606

@juvialos-blog

@lovelocksers

@allie-and-her-fandoms ahhh I cant find you its frustrating sorryy !

Thanks to all of you for all the love in the last one I appreciate it I hope you like this one !🌹

[lurafita]

It’s not easy to kidnap Spiderman

There are so, S.O., many fanfics that have normal, human, non-enhanced criminals successfully kidnapping Peter Parker. And I may have ranted about how people always noob Peter down too much, but it just baffles me every time.

And you can of course always make the argument that Peter isn’t willing to risk his secret identity, but that doesn’t mean he can’t use a fraction of his abilities to incapacitate his kidnappers and get away.

So, keeping that in mind, I wrote a little crack piece. By the by, Tony hasn’t sold the Tower and I am completely and blissfully ignoring Infinity War. Thanos can chuck himself into a freaking volcano.

Tony was in his workshop, deep in an inner debate with himself about re-enabling the BabyMonitorProtocol. He knew that, in a way, it was an invasion of privacy and might even be interpreted as distrust in Peter’s abilities and resposibilities as a hero. And that was definitely NOT what he wanted to convey. Peter had a unique and diverse skillset. With the right training (it had taken 3 weeks for them to figure out what actually worked for Peter) he had come a long way in properly using and controlling his powers, without having to compromise himself by holding back too much in a fight. Peter knew when a situation required back up and would never risk the safety of civilians by entering a fight that had him hopelessly outmatched. Peter knew that Tony would always, always, come when he called. (They had had a very, v.e.r.y. long discussion about that. ) Tony trusted the kid.

BUT, that didn’t change the fact that what the kid was doing, was dangerous.

Spiderman didn’t just swing around tall buildings (at speeds and altitudes that gave Tony heart palpitations), or rescue little kittens out of trees.

Spiderman caught out of control vehicles in busy traffic. Spiderman leapt into burning buildings. Spiderman got fucking SHOT AT!

Tony had, of course, improved the suit and made it as sturdy and safe as humanly possible. But considering that the material couldn’t be too thick, so as not to impede his sticky appendages, nor too hard, so as not to restrict his super-human flexibility, there were simply limits to what could be done. One of those limits, frustratingly, was that Tony hadn’t yet found a way to make the suit bulletproof.

And yes, Peter had the ability to dodge gunfire (thank god for the spider-sense), but that didn’t automatically make things safer. Superheroes were just as likely (sometimes even more so) to make mistakes as the next person. Sometimes you underestimate your opponent. Sometimes you zig, when you should zag. Sometimes things just go wrong.

Add to that how Peter liked to hide injuries from his aunt as well as his mentor/dad (because Tony had signed the shit out of those adoption/shared custody agreement papers as soon as May Parker had given her blessing), and it was really no wonder that Tony found himself counting new grey hairs on a weekly basis.

He would just feel that much better if the BabyMonitorProtocol was back up and he would be appraised of every little scuffle, altercation and injury as they happened, all the time, 24 fucking 7. No, he was not an overprotective helicopter parent, stop laughing Rhodey!

“Incoming call from Peter Parker.” Friday’s voice cut suddenly through his thoughts.

Tony took a deep, apprehensive breath. Just because the kid called right then didn’t have to mean he was in trouble. This could be a purely social call. Get it together.

“Put him through, Fri. Hey Pete.”

“Hi Mr. Stark!” Good, the kid sounded neither distressed, nor hurt. There was no gunfire, screaming or sounds of explosions in the backround. Just a social call then, thank god.

“Whats up, kid? Someone treat you to a churro again?” He smirked at hearing the put upon sigh from the other end of the line.

“Is anyone ever going to let this go? She was a nice lady and it was a yummy snack. I regret nothing.”

“Of course. So, what’s shaking? You are not calling to bail on me for our lab time later, are you?” He leaned back in his chair, relaxed smile on his lips.

“Oh god, please, no one says ‘what’s shaking’ anymore, Dad.” Peter whined and Tony’s smile grew. They had a weird relationship with names. For Tony it was Kid, Spiderling, Underoos, any variation he could come up with for the name Peter, and (the newest one) Son. While Peter liked to cycle through Mr. Stark, Tony, and more and more regularly, Dad. If Tony’s eyes were a teeny, tiny bit wet the first time Peter called him ‘Dad’, no one had to know.

“Anyway, the reason why I’m calling is,... uhm... well....” UhOh. That was Peter’s ‘I may be in trouble’ voice.

Tony snapped back upright in the chair, as the kid continued.

“...the thing is, I’m currently in the office of the Captain of the New York Police Department, and-”

“WHAT?!” He sprang up off his seat. “Friday! My suit! Now!”

“No, no no no no. Wait! Tony, wait! Calm down. It’s nothing bad”

Yeah, he was NOT reassured. The kid had once stumbled into the tower after patrol, hand pressed against a six inch long stab wound gushing blood, and claimed it was ‘nothing bad’.

“What happened? Why are you in the Captains office? Are you hurt?” The Ironman suit continued to assemble around his body as Friday opened one of the floor to ceilling windows for his take off.

“Not hurt, I promise. It’s just that Captain Stacy thought this call would better be made in privat and the bullpen was kinda loud, though there was this really cool guy who-”

“PETER!” This kid! (”5 minutes until you arrive at the NYPD, Sir.”)

“Right, right, sorry. So, I was just on my way home, minding my own business, and maybe hoping that that cute german shephard would be out in his yard again and I could play with him a little and NOT THE POINT, sorry, so, me just walking along the street, totally innocent, and then suddenly this white panel van parks a few feet in front of me.”

Oh god. That was exactly how crime and horror movies started, wasn’t it? Was now the right time to have a panic attack? (”4 minutes to destination.”)

“And then this man gets out, pretty buff and tall and I was just a little bit jealous, because like, I can benchpress a french frying* [*earlier post on how Peter avoids a ‘language lecture’ by swearing using food names] bus with no sweat and still have total noodle arms, and how is that fair”

“PETER!” This KID! (”3 minutes to destination”)

“Sorry! So, the guy asks me for directions to cityhall, but he doesn’t get it when I explain it to him, so he asks if I would ride with him and show him. And, like, my spidey-sense is this low buzz, like, this guy is probably up to no good, but not a real threat to me, right? And he said he would drive me back later and that he had some candy as a thank you, so-”

“You got into the van?!” Forget the panic attack, his fucking heart was about to stop!

“Did you not hear me mention the part where he promised me candy?”

Which arm was supposed to hurt again when you got a heart attack? This fucking kid! (”2 minutest to destination.”)

“Anyway, I climb into the passenger side and the guy starts the engine and all of a sudden my spidey sense is blaring and I slip down in the seat, before the guy that was hiding in the back can press his knife to my throat.”

Oh god oh god oh god.

“So then I grab the hand and twist it just a little, until he has to let go of the knife, and he screams and the knife falls right beside the hand brake. But then the buff guy driving makes a grab for it, so I punch him in the face, right? But I may have punched just a little bit too hard, cause next thing I know, he is unconcious and his head has fallen on the car horn in the middle of the steering wheel. And now the van is still going, but no one is steering and I still have the other guy’s arm at this angle that must have been incredibly uncomfortable for him, because he just keeps on screaming and the donuts* car horn is really french frying* loud and it’s all giving me a headache. So I pull back and knock the guy behind me out, too, and grab the wheel and yank it to the other side, because we were about to hit a tree. I get the buff guy off the steering wheel, and thank god, finally some quiet, but his foot is still on the gas, so I grab the hand brake and yank it up. And then the tires are squeeling and the engine is stuttering and I might have knicked my hand on the knife that had fallen there earlier, so I’m a little startled and yank the wheel again and then the van crashed into a parking police car.”

There is a moment of silence, Tony can see the NYPD building in the distance. (”30 seconds to destination, boss. May I suggest some mild breathing exercises to slow your heartbeat down some?”)

“But don’t worry! By that time the van had slowed down enough that the damage wasn’t too bad. Though Detective Mahoney spilled his coffee all over his shirt.” Ironman landed in front of the station, drawing quite a few looks all around him. “So I explain everything to the Detective Mahoney and his partner Detective Sanchez, who is like super cool and promised to help me study for my next spanish exam.” The suit dissembled around him and formed into a suitcase in his hand as Tony Stark, clad in a faded band shirt and soft blue pyjama pants (it was supposed to be his day off and he had, for once, slept in), ran up the stairs (as if he would waste time waiting for the elevator) to where he knew the Captains office was (Thanks Friday). “Turns out, these guys have been kidnapping kids like this for the last four weeks and were waiting to get two more to ship off to some kind of slave trade ring in a foreign country. So the Detectives interrogated them and got the location for where they are hiding the poor, missing kids and like half the precinct is on their way to free them.” One more floor and he would be there. At least now the heavy breathing could be attributed to running up so many fucking stairs. “I tried to slip away and get in the suit and follow the police cars, make sure the kids are alright and all, you know? But then the Captain came up to me and clapped me on the shoulder and was like ‘Good job, kid. That was very brave, but now lets call your parents and make sure you get home safe.’ And then he led me into his office and sat me on his couch, which is nowhere near as comfy as the ones in the tower, but whatever, and told me to call someone and that he would come back to talk to us a little later.” It wasn’t every day that Tony Stark bursts through the doors of the Major Crime unit of the New York Police Department in the clothes he slept in, so the officers in the room could be excused for any open mouthed gaping that may have taken place. “And, you know, Aunt May just came off a double shift in the hospital and I really didn’t wanna wake her, so I thought I better call you instead. So, can you come over to the NYPD? But like, don’t stress. If you have something important to do, that’s totally okay. I can just hang around for a few hours until May has gotten enough sleep and call her then. And maybe Detective Sanchez will-”

Peter was interrupted from his call when the door to the Captains office nearly flew off its hinges as Tony ran right in, a desperate, slightly manic look in his eyes. “Oh, that was quick. Hey Dad.”

THIS FUCKING KID!

And yes, fine, it may not be much of an exaggeration when Peter later complained that Tony cuddled him on that couch for the better part of 20 minutes. It may also be true that he threatened to sue everyone and their mother more than once, everytime someone from the police department tried to interrupt his, very justified, fussing over his kid. He also makes damn sure that Peter doesn’t leave his direct proximity for the entire time they stay at the station. Peter gave his official statement, they got to watch when the freed kids were reunited with their overjoyed, tearful parents, who all come over to thank Peter in person for his part in finding their children, and Detective Sanchez gave Peter her card and personal number for those spanish lessons. During all that time, Tony has managed to inform May, Pepper and Happy about everything, and the three soon join them at the station. While May and Pepper take over fussing over Peter and hugging him to death (the kid sends him a very nasty look over the womens shoulders), Tony is already on his phone, programming Karen to reengage the BabyMonitorProtocol and sending the code to one of his Stark watches that he is going to fucking weld around the kids wrist so he can never take it off. He doesn’t even care how much Rhodey laughs at and calls him an overprotective helicopter parent again later. 

[jiminandlemonade-blog]

Loved you all along

Jimin fic (with mentions of Taehyung as your best friend)

Angst/fluff and minor smut.

For anon! Thank you so much for this request. I’ve changed the request slightly because I couldn’t let Jimin be angsty against one of his own band members, he’s a cute mochi in my eyes. I hope you enjoy!

Backstory - You always knew that one of the members of BTS had a crush on you, but you had no idea who. You were always teased by each member that somebody had a crush on, but you could never work out who was faking it, who actually loved you. This went on for months. Initially, you were Taehyung’s friend from school and once he left for Bangtan, it was as if your world fell apart. Your closest friend was no longer around, your home life was caving inwards and your behaviour for male attention was spiraling out of control. Fast forward 2 years and you were back in Taehyung’s life, you were always a part of his life, but you were back with him and it felt amazing. There was nothing more than being best friends and that’s what you absolutely adored about your relationship.  

Present day - Tonight, there was an after party at Big Hit to celebrate all of the accomplishments BTS had achieved to date. “What on Earth do I wear?” You screamed to your female best friend (Anna) over Skype.“I have no idea Y/N but you really need to make a decision, we haven’t got all day. I want to let my hair down!” She squeeled. Your mind drifted as you started to think about her. As much as you loved Anna, she really annoyed you at times. She also broke your heart. Because she broke Tae’s. Tae and Anna had been in a relationship for 3 years before they broke up a few months ago. You were always jealous of her, not for having Tae, but because he always contacted her but made no effort to contact you when he was debuting. He was head over heels in love. He always said he was ‘too busy’ but still managed to ring her. You knew he always contacted her, you were always with her, you just never said anything because you didn’t want to cause a scene. Anna was somebody who just wanted sex and because Tae would always give it to her, stayed with him. Unfortunately, she didn’t love him, she just loved his sex appeal. When he started to tour this year though, she craved affection much like you had when Tae left you. The only difference was you weren’t in a relationship, she was. She had sex with countless men. You were brought back down to reality when you realised she was staring at you. You recoiled at the thought of her sleeping with all of those men, hurting Tae, as you sent her a sarcastic smile back through Skype, sharply shutting the laptop because she was pissing you off. Tae and Anna hated each other and you hated her in a way, but she was still your friend. They both knew now, after breaking up, how their relationship affected you. You felt as though you lost your two main friends, turning to drink and sleeping with men you had met at a bar every now and then. You 3 were always a team but suddenly got forgotten about when they started dating and now, after the break up, you’d never get that team back.

Pulling up to the party, you parked in your designated spot and shut the door, nearly catching your dress in the door. “Shit” you muttered under your breath as you dropped the keys, trying to protect your modesty being lost in the car door. “Here”, you heard a familiar voice call. Jimin. He laughed as he handed you the keys. “I always feel like I’m your guardian angel” he giggled. “That’s because you are!” You exclaimed, bringing him in for an embrace and allowing him to kiss you on the cheek.“What’s that look for?” He questioned, noticing you dead eye staring Anna’s back as she walked away to the party without you. “I swear that girl uses me for a car ride sometimes. All she spoke about on the way here is wanting to have sex and make Tae’s night a living hell. I seriously wanted to punch her Jimin, really I did” you laughed off but meaning every word. “I still find your relationship weird..” Jimin continued “You and Tae are the closest friends I have ever met but there’s just no chemistry there?” Was that a question or as he stating a fact? “Yeah nothing, I admit he’s beautiful and charming and absolutely amazing but he’s my best friend and always will be”, you thought nothing would come in the way of you two again. “Shall I escort you then miss?” Jimin asked whilst bowing in front of you as if you were in some Disney movie. “Why yes, my sir” you replied fitting into the theme.

Jimin had always been a great friend of yours since you got to know Bangtan. You got along with Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook the most, maybe it was an age thing. Jimin was always there to help you whenever you were down though. He was always by your side, he really was your guardian angel. You and Jimin were the ones to help Taehyung get over his relationship, get over the fact he had been used and cheated on by one of your closest friends. You remembered the day you had to tell Tae what you knew, about the cheating. You felt disgusting and ashamed even though it wasn’t you that hurt him, but Jimin had your back every step on the way. He always did.  

“Seriously though, where is she?” You sighed, after wandering around the party for 15 minutes with Jimin. “We may have to extend our search” he suggested, so you went out to the hallways to look for her. Nothing. Another 45 minutes passed. You thought you were going to give up until you heard something. “Y/N” Jimin shouted from the other end of the hallway. He had seperated from you about 10 minutes earlier to go see Taehyung and Jungkook. He looked ghostly as if he was afraid to tell you something. “Y/N”, he continued, getting closer to you with his arms out, “Jungkook said that Taehyung went over to Anna and wanted to talk about everything” he looked down, wanting the floor to swallow him up, knowing the news would break your whole being. “Where the fuck are they?” You looked him dead in the eye. He didn’t say anything, he grabbed you by the hand and gripped it so tight, making you feel more at ease. You liked it. You liked him, you always had. But you just felt.. At ease. You finally made it outside of what you recognised as the rehearsal studio. You had only ever been to the Big Hit offices a few times before and only went down this area once. You were outside of the door but had no idea what you were going to say. No idea what you were going to do. Should you say anything? Should you do anything? You decided to text Tae.  

Tae, what are you doing? I’ve heard you’re with Anna. Please don’t do this. Me and Jimin have told you before to not go back into this. Please. I hope you’re telling her to piss off and not pleading her to come back to you.

Sent. You didn’t care whether it hurt Anna’s feelings. She had hurt yours and Tae’s enough and you were sick of her treating you like a piece of shit. Tae normally read messages straight away. It wasn’t read after a few minutes. You murmured to Jimin “I need to go in but I don’t know what to sa–”. “Follow me”, Jimin said, looking pissed to hell that his best friend wanted his nightmare of an ex girlfriend back again. “Taehyung, what the–” Jimin let out whilst barging through the door. You unconciously turned on the lights. The back of your mind was racing with thoughts. You were thinking the worst, that they were having sex. You didn’t want to turn the light on to see them but you wanted them to see your face, see you look hurt. “Oh my god” you gasped seeing Anna on top of Tae as if it was that moment you walked in on them 2 years ago. Your nightmares were coming true. The mirrors of the rehearsal room only maximising what you saw and intensifying every angle. “Anna, what the hell are you doing?! Why are you doing this?” You screamed, picking up her clothes from the floor and chucking them at her. She sent back a sarcastic smile, similar to the one you had sent her on Skype and continued to ride him. Jimin was stood, not knowing where to look but always made sure to have contact with you. Holding and squeezing your hand for comfort. Your whole body hurt. You spent so much of the past few months comforting Tae and explaining how he would find the perfect girl, holding him through his cries, crying with him, putting your hands through his hair, spoon feeding him strawberry ice cream when he was at his worst… You spent so much of the past few months believing Anna would change and she wouldn’t want to ruin your friendship again, but she seemed to loved it. It seemed like a kick for her. She wasn’t even drunk. You weren’t drunk. She was just manipulating everyone to get her own kicks, her own pleasure, her evil manipulating ways. You stood at the door, watching Tae finally get Anna off of his naked body and said the dreaded words.. “I hate you” You cried, kicking over a filing cabinet with one kick, letting go of Jimin’s grasp and running down the hall way..

Your flesh was hot to the touch, your eyes like ice but your blood was like lava. You had cried enough tears with Tae, you were all cried out. Tears trying to come to your eyes but nothing would happen. You were empty. What made him do this? Why did he do this? You kept running, as if you were lost. Do you go back to your car? After all, you had spent your night looking for Anna that you didn’t have time to even get a drink. “Fuck it” you thought, coming to the entrance of the party. “I could either leave or have a good night”. You knew what a good night entailed and the craving for male attention and affection washed over you as you pushed your way through the door into the main room of the party. Walking over to the bar, there were a lot of empty seats, a lot of people opting for the punch bowl but you needed something stonger. “Gin and lemonade” you called to the bartender in the pop up bar “make it a triple” you hollered to him. “Someone needs a stiff drink” a stranger called out, pulling his seat up next to you. Out of all the seats he could have sat on, he sat next to you. “I really do” you sighed. 1 drink turned into 3 drinks, 3 drinks turned into 5 drinks and the next thing you knew, you were doing shot sticks at the bar. The only person you saw was him. You didn’t know his name, nothing. This felt like fun to you.  

Soon enough, he had managed to wangle his way into your ear and head, telling you to follow him. You wanted to kiss the stranger, you wanted to feel love and affection. You craved attention but something felt so wrong. But it felt right at the same time. He pinned you up against the wall at a familiar spot, somewhere you knew and were aware of but your alcohol soaked thoughts couldn’t comprehend where you were. Tripping over a filing cabinet, you fell to the floor, a stranger on top of you, thrusting what only could be described as his hard manhood against your thigh. Something felt wrong.. Again. Something just didn’t feel right. He started to kiss your alcohol stained lips and slushed in your mouth as if he was desperate, a lot more desperate than you were. Was it so bad to do this? You both obviously craved attention. You couldn’t stop staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of his body on top of you as his licked and sucked your neck like a serpent. It was messy, it was desperate. Very desperate. It suddenly got more intense, the stranger was kissing your neck in your most sensitive spot and you couldn’t help but let out a few moans. You knew one thing was going to lead to another, but something was wrong. He kept going, leaving bite marks all over your neck. You knew you would be embarrassed the next day and would have to wear a scarf for the next few days but you didn’t mind. This was taking the pain away. The pain caused by your two best friends. Once again, his desperate mouth was in yours, tongues fighting as if you both would never be kissed again. His hand started to move down your body and your body quickly tensed. He felt it. He stopped. Rather than going up your skirt, he went up your top caressing your boobs whilst causing more imprints on your neck. This seemed to go on forever but once he hit the sensitive spot again, you were a moaning mess.. “Jimin” you moaned. His head lifted from your neck and you could see the stranger looking at you in the dark room. You froze out of fear. Why did you call Jimin’s name? Why did you do that? Was it Jimin? No. Did he look like Jimin? No. Did he sound like Jimin? No. Did you love Jimin? Fuck. Yes. Yes you did.

You excused yourself from the stranger, a rush of soberness coming over you. You picked up your bag and started running, just like you did before. You felt dirty. You didn’t feel the way you used to when you hooked up with strangers. You realised you were just in the room where Tae and Anna just shattered your heart, feeling dirty once more. Your emotions were all over the place. Then you stopped in your tracks, falling to your knees. You had just moaned Jimin’s name during a make out session with a stranger. “Y/N”, you heard Jimin shout. “Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck!” You murmured under your breath, quickly trying to make yourself look more presentable. “Are you okay? I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I was so worried. I couldn’t get in contact with you and-” Jimin froze. His eyes meeting your neck. You saw his heart dying. This was when you knew, he was the one who loved you all along. Just like you did with him, you just never realised, until now. Tears pricked his eyes as he pulled back your hair, taking in your bruised neck. “Wh-why?” He stuttered. He knew about your past, actually he knew everything about you. “Jimin-I” you stuttered back. His hands left your hair and dropped to the floor as if his heart had been shot. He turned around and walked away. You wanted to say everything but couldn’t formulate any words. You could feel a lump form in your throat and wanted to run after him but your legs wouldn’t move.  

He stopped and turned around. “Did you ever know that I-?” He cried in the dark and empty hall way, his words cutting you. “That you loved me?” You finished, putting your head to the floor. “Yes” he said, looking outside of the window at your car, the place where tonight all started. “I only just realised Jimin. Really.” You said walking towards him, putting your hands in his but him rejecting you. You let out a sigh, not wanting it to be this way. “I know you’re not going to want to hear this, but you have to listen okay. Please just listen to me. When Tae and Anna were in a relationship, you know I was going through a hard time at home and at school. I turned to alcohol and men to fill the void of my best friend. I felt as though I had lost him again tonight. That void came over me again. It needed to be filled. I didn’t know where to turn. I had no idea what to do.” You felt your voice breaking as the words rushed out of your mouth quicker than it took the stranger to get you to the rehearsal room. “I’m embarrassed Jimin”, you stated to him, lowering your whole body to meet his gaze at the floor. “I never wanted it to be like this but it was the alcohol. What wasn’t the alcohol was the fact I just called a stranger your name when they were kissing my neck..”. You stopped. Shit, why did you just say that? “What?” He splutted. “Um, yeah.. I did Jimin. It didn’t feel right. The whole thing wasn’t right. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was but it was you. I wanted it to be you” the truth was pouring out of you so fast your heart couldn’t keep up with your mouth. “What did you do?” Jimin said bluntly. “What did you do?” He repeated when you didn’t answer the first time. “Um, like in the room?” You questioned. He nodded. “I tripped over the filing cabinet and fell to the floor, we started kissing and–” his head fell to the floor again as you said those words. He thought more had happened that what did. “Nothing more happened Jimin, I swear it” you cooed, picking up his head in your hands. “Well that’s not what that looks like” he replied, eyeing your neck once more. “Well yes, that happened but I was staring at the ceiling thinking about how something was missing. It was because this man wasn’t you. I realise that now.”

You wanted to kiss him, every inch of him but didn’t think now was the right time. You knew he felt sorry for you. He had the look on his face he always did when he pitied you. You didn’t want pity, you just wanted him to forgive you. “We’ll talk about this in the morning” he stated, taking your hand in his and taking you away from the hallway. You got to the entrance of Big Hit and Jimin asked whether you wanted to go and find Tae and Anna. “No, I’d rather talk to them when I’m sober. I think I know how Tae feels now.. Wanting something I can’t have” you sighed, talking about Jimin, thinking he would never forgive you for what you’ve just done. You still had alcohol in your system, the words were flowing like a stream, but you meant every word. Jimin took you by the hand again and said “Come on then, I’ll take you home”. “You really are my guardian angel” you smiled, looking into his heavenly eyes, feeling a slight glimpse of forgiveness. You heard the crunch on the stones in between your feet. You had took your shoes off at the bar with the stranger and left the rehearsal room without them. You just needed to get out of there. You sighed, knowing your feet were going to ache tomorrow, but once again, guardian angel came to the rescue and picked you up on his back, opened the car door and lowered you into your passenger seat. You waited for him to get in the driver’s seat. You wanted to see his face again, the face you had always loved, the person you had always loved but never realised. Jimin got in the driver’s seat after what felt like a life time and he glanced over to you “I really wish this never happened Y/N. I’m the one who loves you, not that random man”. He looked so sad, devestated even. You had broke his heart. You had also broke your own, thinking you had lost him. “But Jimin, without that moment, I would have never known that I had loved you all along” you cried, holding his cheek. “Like I said, we’ll talk in the morning” Jimin said softly through a half smile. You felt disheartened as you wanted to kiss him there and then like in a movie. You wanted him to tell you everything would be fine, but that didn’t seem to be happening..

Jimin went to put the key in the ignition and sounded the car, “Y/N” he sighed, “I know this may seem strange considering the circumstances but, can I kiss you?”. Finally! A movie moment. Before you even had time to answer, your mouth was on his, your fingers running through his hair as if this was the last moment you would ever spend with each other. His kiss was different. Passionate, sensual and you felt lost. You had never been in love before and now, you think you know the meaning. After a passionate and longing kiss, your hands were still cooped on his face, foreheads touching. “I’m glad you now realise that I’ve loved you all along”, he smiled, repeating your words back to you. You smiled, feeling that nothing could get better than this moment. “Jimin”, you continued.. “we’ve loved each other all along”.

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Asas reread their fics - ftyac - part 3

I’m sober and I’m gonna try to read two chapters of this today! Pray for me because this chapter alone has more than 7k words!!!!

Okay, we ended up at a cliffhanger in the last chapter, i think!

The first two paragraphs are a mess, I talk about Neil falling asleep so fucking much it’s almost like I can’t decide if I’m gonna go with the “he’s a god, he doesn’t need to sleep” and “I, the author, am so sleepy so my characters will be as well” lmao

Anyway, Neil decided to take a nap, Nicky was supposed to wake him but didn’t, so when Neil woke up and realized that they were falling because Aaron was exhausted, Neil took over Aaron’s body with his godly powers.

The screaming stops, Aaron is passed out so Neil is just using his body to keep flying to “Corvo Island” which... lemme tell you, when I realized that I had to actually map their route I got so fucking done that I just went on Google Earth, put my finger somewhere and then zoomed in to see the name of the place lmao

Aaron wakes up, he’s super confused, Neil apologizes for taking over his body and then Aaron is like, “Wait a minute, weren’t you just an elementarist?”

To which Neil is all like, “I can do some other fire stuff, it’s rare, let’s not talk about it,” and then they don’t talk anymore lmao

They land as safely as possible on an island, Aaron gets his body back and Nicky has to catch him, and Aaron complains that Neil could’ve given him more energy. Andrew is pissed because Neil didn’t ask for consent (Aaron was fucking unconcious, my dude)

Oh this is riveting, I have no idea what promise they have to each other and I don’t think I talk about it later lmaoooo

Anyway, Kevin realizes who Neil actually is and he approaches him after putting up a tent disguised as a cave (don’t ask me about their powers i just dont know lmao), Bella-esque vibes all over his, “I know who you are”.

Kevin wants to know if he’s gonna have to get close to the Moriyamas, and Neil is all like, “i hope not apparently my father is with them.”

Andrew decides to insert himself in the convo asking if Neil was gonna fight on his own, which leads us to

which leads directly to best dialogue on this series:

they had already established the truth sharing in the previous chapter, so Andrew says that they are gonna talk alone later and Kevin calls Neil the dumbest person he’s ever met.

Remember, “extremely personable” is what I called him.

They are stuck inside their “cave” for a few days and Neil keeps putting their talk off until he can’t anymore. Andrew asks what he can control, Neil asks about Andrew’s time in the ‘foster system’ and just like that the backstory is unlocked lol

Neil feels an “overwhelming desire to be sincere with Andrew” which........ its So In Character :grimacing:

They talk about Neil’s powers, and then Andrew asks Neil to promise to never control anyone in their group again. Neil negotiates so that an emergency clause can be introduced, and in turn he asks that Andrew tell him a fairy tale every night.

The first fairy tale is about “a boy who lived in a very tiny house, with other tiny children and two very tall, but also angry adults.”

The boy has a monster inside of him, but he finds out that other people have more powerful monsters inside of them and he’s sent to a very unpopulated monster house. The woman in that house also has a monster inside of her, but she’s gentle. Her son, however, had two monsters inside of him, and the boy waited until he could teach the son a lesson:

After that, Andrew gets up and the next day, would you look at that, the weather conveniently got better and they could finally leave the tent lmao

They headed for a supermarket to stock up again and then they fly straight to Morocco and yes, Neil is aware that some of them stick out like a sore thumb but who invited logic up here? Nobody

Dragons flying around are more common on the old continent though, so there’s that.

Neil keeps learning stuff about Andrew over the fairy tales that he’s told but we don’t get to see because the author didn’t want to write it (I know that because I bribed them to talk to me).

However! Three days after they leave Morocco, around Lake Chad, they were attacked and the dragons were hit with a suspension spell on air and started to drop. Neil issued a mental apology to Andrew and took over Aaron’s body.

The people who had attacked them were an old god friend of Neil (Jean) and some useless Moriyama asshole (Riko). Riko revels to them that Neil is actually a god AND OH MY GOD, LOLA IS ALSO IMMORTAL???? I DID NOT KNOW THAT

Anyway, Riko tells them how they have been able to track Neil, and then Neil is like, “Well, if my father could find me, why are you here, and it leads to this dialogue:

Dare I say it? Kinda savage.

Neil angers Jean, Jean uses his lightining powers, and Neil punches Riko to unconsciousness since he knows the humans would’ve been blinded by the lightning strike or whatever.

As soon as Riko hits the ground, Neil is asking what he can do to set Jean free. Jean doesn’t want him to do it, but he gives Neil permission to free him if he finds the perfect opportunity for it.

Jean also reveals that the Moriyamas are interested in him just now because his father couldn’t keep his existence a secret anymore, and Kengo wants the immortality that Neil’s mother had stolen ages ago.

Then I go on about something called “magic webs” that I have no idea where they came from and they don’t appear again so apparently I’m the CEO of establishing pointless things in my stories, I guess lmao

Neil tells Jean that they are finished once its established that he can’t provide any other important information, and the last thing they do is create wound on Jean that will justify Jean not trying to follow them.

Neil fucking boils Jean from the inside and then Jean is gone, taking Riko with him.

The chapter ends with Neil turning to stare at them and Nicky asking the one million dollar question of, “You are the god of what, exactly?”

Thank fuck this chapter is over, I’m so sleepy it took me FOREVER to read it.

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6

[layce2015]

The Last of Us Part 2 (Joel Miller x Reader)

What If I Followed The Game's Story (Joel's Death) pt. 1

(A/N: So I thought about doing some alternate chapters and in this one is gonna be if I had followed the story of the game, which means this Chapter will be (y/n)'s reaction to the death of Joel. Now, of course, this is NOT part of my story. This is just a what if scenario. I know this one won't be fun as people are still upset about Joel's death, I am too, but I just want to give you guys how I would've done this if I had followed the story of the game. So, here's what would've happened if I followed the game's story.)

As the trio gallop through the storm, more infected started coming at them from all other directions. Abby pulls out her gun and fires while Tommy and Joel steer their horses towards the upcoming gate and make their way through, as a group of people held it open. Abby's people closed the gate and a few started firing at the infected. 

"Save your bullets!" One person shouted and a couple of guys throws some molotov at the gate, burning the group of infected to death. "Let's get inside!" A young sandy blonde man, Owen, said and the group starts to head back inside the mansion as Abby, Joel and Tommy dismount their horses.

They follow her friends and make it inside of the garage. Minutes later, the door closes and one of Abby's people turns to Joel and Tommy. "How you guys doin'?" She asked. "We're good. Thanks." Tommy said to her. "Yeah." Joel said as he glances around at everyone, trying to see if they give off any warning signals.

Both him and Tommy noticed that they had patches on their jackets. It was a head of a black wolf with the words Washington Liberation Front, or WLF as it said on the arms of the jacket.

Meanwhile, Owen goes over to Abby and whispers. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" She nods and the two go into the other room as another woman, Nora, comes up to Joel and Tommy. "You wanna get those saddles off?" She asked them. "No, no. It's alright. We'll just ride out the storm and get out of your hair." Joel assures her.

"Y'all got any brushes or a towel or anything?" Tommy asked her and she nods as she goes to get some stuff

"You are nothing but lucky." Owen mutters to Abby once they were in the other room. "You have no idea." She said to him as everyone started walking into the room. "How did y'all get electricity in here?" Tommy asked the group, curiously. "There are solar panels on the roof." Another man, Manny, replied.

"Where the fuck have you been? Who are these people?" Owen asked Abby, angrily, just as Tommy and Joel walk into the room. "How long have y'all been here?" Tommy asked the others. "Since yesterday." Manny replied. "Yesterday." Joel said, a bit of suspicion in his voice. "Yep." Manny said.

"What are y'all doing out this way?" Joel asked. "Oh, just passing through. You two live nearby?" A dark haired man asked. "We do. A few hours down the hill. Y'all should come back with us. Restock before you head out." Tommy said to them. "Appreciate it. I'm Mel." A woman, with short dark hair, introduced as she shakes Tommy's hand.

"Tommy. This is my brother." Tommy said as he points at Joel. "Joel." He introduced and in that moment everyone in the group stare at him, almost like they recognized him. This starts to set off alarm bells in Joel's head.

"Y'all act like you've heard of us or something." He said as he looks at everyone. "That's cause they have." Abby said and before Joel could turn around and do something, Abby pulls out her shotgun and shoots Joel's kneecap. He falls over as Tommy yells. "NO!"

He goes and punches the guy near him but another guy grabs one of his arm and the guy he just punched grabs his other arm and the two men hold him down. Nora comes up and pistol whips Tommy a few times in the face until he was unconscious.

"Nora? Clear?" One guy asked as Tommy's body flops down, unconcious while Joel was on his side, holding his leg in pain. "He's out." Nora tells them as Joel let's out a groan of pain. "Put him against the wall." Abby demands her people, gesturing at Joel. "Tommy." Joel calls out, painfully, as a couple of members of the group grab Joel by his arms.

"Get off me! Get off me!" Joel yells at them as they pick him up and push him against the wall and hold him. Abby kneels down to him, glaring at him with such hate.

"Joel Miller..." she said and he looks up at her, shocked that she knew his name. 

"Who are you?" He asked her, angrily.

"Guess." She spat at him. He looks at her then at her friends, trying to think of who could they be, but nothing. He takes a deep breath then glares at Abby, defiant. "Why don't you say whatever speech you got rehearsed and get this over with." He growls at her.

Abby, upset that he doesn't know who she is, huffs out a breath then stands up. "Tourniquet his leg." She orders and Mel grabs a belt then goes over to Joel and wraps the belt tight around his leg, preventing him from bleeding out. "Ah, damn it...." Joel growls as Mel tourniquets his leg and Abby goes to grab a golf club.

Mel finished then she moved away as Joel looks up at Abby, who goes to stand in front of him. "You stupid old man..." she growls as she holds up the golf club and Joel keeps taking deep breathes, waiting for the worst this woman will bring him. "You don't get to rush this." Abby said and she raises the club and swings it at Joel's head.

"JOEL! TOMMY!" Ellie calls out into the blizzard as Shimmer gallops through the wind and snow. Moments later, Ellie comes up to the cabin and she sighs with relief. "There it is." She said and she dismounts Shimmer and makes her way down into the cabin.

"Joel? Tommy?" She calls out once she makes it inside. Then she heard cries and screams of pain. "Oh no." Ellie whispers, fearfully, and she makes her way down to the basement.

She opens the door and sees the horrifying scene before her. Joel was laying on the ground, his head beaten in and his hair matted with blood, and Abby standing before him with a golf club raised. 

Ellie's eyes widen in shock then she opens the door wider and aims her gun but one guy, Jordan, sees her and jumps into action. He grabs her arm and tries to knock her down but she fights back. She pulls out her switchblade and slices at the Jordan's face when Nora and another guy jumps on Ellie and shoves her down. "Pin her down!" Nora said, firmly.

"Get off me!" Ellie yells. "Get her hands." Nora said and the guy grabs Ellie's hands and ties them up behind her back. "Get the fuck off of me!" Ellie growls. "Bitch." Jordan yells and he goes to kick her a few times. 

"Look, you got her. Okay?" Another member said to Jordan as he pushes him back. Ellie coughs and looks at Joel to see the horrible state he was in then she glares up at Abby. "You're gonna fuckin' die!" She screams as Owen comes into the room.

"What's going on?" He asked. "Let him go!" Ellie demands but Owen looks over at Abby. "Who is that?" He asked. "Let him go!" Ellie yelled again. "She snuck in..." Nora said and Owen looks at Ellie then at Nora. "Why aren't you posted up outside?" He asked her. "We didn't think anyone was gonna show up." Nora said. "The hell did you expect!" Owen shouts at her.

He looks at Ellie then at Tommy before he turns to Abby. "We gotta get outta here before the whole town's on top of us." Owen said to the others. "You know what I want. And I still have to find his wife!" Abby said to him, through clenched teeth, and Ellie's eyes widen a bit at this.

Shit, she's talking about (y/n)! No! Ellie thought, panicked.

Owen leans closer to her and says, in a commanding voice. "I know but you need to end this before someone else comes. Now." He walks away and Abby looks back down at Joel. "Joel, get up." Ellie pleads. "Joel fucking get up!" She yells as Joel opens his eyes and looks right at Ellie.

Even with his head caved in, a million thoughts were going through his mind as he stares at her. Many things he wanted to say to her, and even more to say so she could pass on the message to (y/n), to have her tell his wife that he loves her and his sons and he was sorry for not coming home. But nothing would come out, he really couldn't make his mouth move. All he could do was stare at Ellie.

Ellie heaves then looks back at Abby. "Please stop! Please don't do this!" She begs as Abby stands over Joel. "Joel, please get up!" Ellie pleads one more time before Abby raises the club and brings down the final blow to Joel's head, killing him.

"NOOO!!" Ellie screams and she begins to cry. She glares up at Abby and her friends telling them that she would kill them all while there was a ringing in her ears as Manny walks up to Joel and spits on his body.

She couldn't believe what just happened.

Joel was gone...killed right in front of her. Fuck, how was (y/n) gonna take this? How were Aiden and Ethan gonna take this? Many things rushed through her head before Jordan walks over to Ellie and kicks her in the face, knocking her out.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"JOEL? TOMMY?" I yelled as I galloped through the snow, still looking for the two men. Then I make it to this cabin where I see a few horses near the cliff. I recognized them as being Dina's, Jesse's and Ellie's horses, so I made my way down to the cabin and inside of it. I pull out my pistol, just in case, and made my way down the stairs.

Then I could hear voices nearby. "Jesse! They're down here!" I hear Dina's voice shout and I make my way to the kitchen area and see Dina and Jesse talking. "Are you shitting me?" Jesse asked her and Dina, her face full of sorrow, shook her head.

"Fuck, how are we gonna tell (y/n)?" Jesse asked her and my heart stopped. "Tell me what?" I asked and both of them jumped and turned to me. "(Y/n)! I..uh..." Jesse stammers and then I start to get really worried. "Kids....what happened?" I asked, my voice shaking.

Jesse has this look of fear as if he doesn't know what to say and Dina looked beyond terrified. "(Y/n)...I'm...I'm so sorry." She said and I look between them, fearfully. Dina then gestured toward the basement door with her eyes and I make my way, slowly, down the stairs.

My heart was pounding in my chest and I felt like I had a huge lump in my throat as I try to prepare myself for the worst case scenario. I walk into the room and see Ellie and Tommy kneeling over something.

The last step creaked under my feet and Tommy turns to me, tears running down his face. I look over and, on the ground, see a body laying down, wearing familiar clothing. "(Y/n), don't...." Tommy start to tell me as I got closer and Ellie turns to me, her nose and mouth were bleeding which was mixed with her tears.

As she turned, I saw a head with graying black hair and blood caked into the hair. "Tommy...who is that?" I asked, my voice shaking, as I walk up closer but Tommy grabs me and tries to hold me back.

"Tommy, who is that?! Who is that?! Tommy! TELL ME THAT'S NOT WHO I THINK IT IS!!" I shouted, frantically, as I fight against his hold and Ellie gives me a look of fear. "I'm sorry." She said, tearfully, and she steps aside and at that moment, I felt my world crash down once I saw it.

Joel's head was bashed in, his blood splattered everywhere. A piece of his ear was missing and his face was so beaten in, he was almost unrecognizable. 

The air left my lungs and I go limp as I fall to my knees, continuing to stare at Joel's body. "Joel?" I whispered and I crawl towards him. "(Y/n)..." Tommy said but I ignore him as I go up to Joel then slowly turn him over his back.

"Joel? Joel, please wake up." I said. Even though I know he's no longer there, a part of me didn't want to believe that he was gone. "Please, please wake up." I plead as tears start to form in my eyes and I shake his shoulder. "Come on, you fuckin' bastard! Wake up! Joel, please! Don't do this to me!" I cried, angrily, but he doesn't move or speak and reality hit me, like trainwreck, as I began to cry.

I bury my head in his chest, not caring if I got blood on me, and began to cry. "You said you wouldn't leave me." I said in between tears, softly. "You promised me!" I cried and I felt someone's hands on my shoulder.

"(Y/n)..." I hear Tommy's voice say as he tried to pull me away but I shove him off. "No...leave me..." I cried, softly. I don't know how or when but I was pulled away from Joel's body. I don't even remember who did, probably Ellie and Dina since I vaguely remember Jesse and Tommy had to pick up Joel's body and put it in this tarp Jesse and Dina found.

I just felt like I was in a daze through the whole ride back home. I felt like a part of me was gone and I'm just a shell of my former self. I could see people talking to me but I couldn't hear their voices cause all I could think about was one thing.

Joel Miller...

My husband...

My partner...

My best friend...

The father of my children...

The love of my life...

He's gone. I was never going to see him again.

How the fuck am I gonna tell our sons that their Daddy is gone forever?!

(A/N: So I'm gonna do a bit of a skip. This next part will take place about a week later, they've already buried Joel and (y/n) has been locked up in her room. Aiden and Ethan have been staying with Tommy and Maria. Tommy and Ellie's talk about what their plan is about the same as it was in the original game just that (y/n) wasn't there since she couldn't say anything. (Y/n) did tell the boys about Joel but all she said was Daddy's not coming back.

I'm sorry if I'm rushing this but I just kinda want to get through this. So this part, Ellie has come over and (y/n) let's her in the house and the two talk.)

I go and open the front door and see Ellie and Dina there, both of them looking sad. "Hey..." I greeted, softly. "Hey...can we come in?" Ellie asked me and I nod then opened the door wider for them.

They walked inside and both of them look around and I could tell Ellie had something on her mind. "Ellie, can we talk?" I asked her and she nods before I turn to Dina. "I'm gonna steal her away for a few moments, that okay?" I said, trying to sound light-hearted. "Yeah, sure. I'm sure you guys have alot to talk about." Dina said and I nod then gesture for the stairs.

"I have something that I want to give you." I said and I walk into mine and Joel's room....I guess I have to call it my room now, and pick up a box that had some of Joel's things. I make my way back out to the walkway and see Ellie looking at some of the pictures we had.

I got stand next to her and see her looking at that old photo of me, Joel and Sarah. I frown at it and gave a silent prayer that wherever they were I hope Joel and Sarah found each other.

"You know...I've always wondered...how did you and Joel meet?" Ellie asked me as she looks up at me. "I mean, I know you guys mentioned you met through your old job but like..." she stops as I stare at the picture. "I'm sorry, I don't want to upset you some more..." Ellie said and I shake my head as I smirk a bit. 

"No, it's okay, Ellie. Um...actually...it's a pretty funny story..." I said, smiling a bit, and I began to tell her how Joel and I met.

(A/N: If you wanna know what that flashback is and you haven't read it yet. Here is this link that will take you to the story: How Joel and (y/n) met)

"After that, he and Sarah would come back to the coffee shop almost every day. I would talk to them and get to know them better." I said to Ellie as she listens, intently. "A few months after all the talking and flirting...Joel asked me out." I stopped and let out a heavy sigh as Ellie gives me a sad look.

She places a hand on my shoulder and I place my hand over hers. "I'm going after her, (y/n)." Ellie said and I look over at her. "I want to come..." I said but Ellie shakes her head. "I don't want Ethan and Aiden to lose more than they've already have." She said and I bite my lips, tears building up in my eyes, thinking it over and realized that she's right.

"You're right. They need me now more than ever." I said and I let out another sigh and placed my hands over my face.

"Ellie? (Y/n)? Can you guys come down here!" I hear Dina call out. "Everything okay?" Ellie asked her. "Yeah it's just....can both of you come on down." She calls out. Ellie and I exchange a look before we walk out of the room and head down stairs.

Once we make our way downstairs, we see Dina sitting in the dining area with Maria who had a piece of paper in her hands. From the look on her face, she was not happy. She clears her throat and starts to read from the paper.

"Maria, I'm headed to Seattle. I can't let it go. I have to make these people pay. Ellie is gonna try to come after me but stop her, maybe stop (y/n) too. Take their guns. Lock up the horses. Maybe lock them up. Buy me some time so I can finish this. Love you always, Tommy." She reads then looks over at us.

"He's going to get himself killed." Maria growls. "He should've taken me with him." Ellie growled. "You should've given us a group to go after those fuckers!" Ellie yells at her. "I wish I could." Maria said, firmly.

"So what now, Maria? You gonna lock Ellie up? Or me? Cause I'll tell you now that I'm staying here...for my sons." I asked her. "I prefer that Ellie should stay--" Maria started to say but Ellie talks over her. "That's not going to fuckin' happen!" She yells. "I prefer you stay but I know you better." Maria said then she turns to Dina.

"Are you going with her?" She asked and Dina looks up at her. "Yeah." She said, her arms folded across her chest. Then Maria turns to me and Ellie. "So are you just gonna sneak outta here?" She asked us and she begins to pace. "Yeah." Ellie said and her and Maria stare at each other before she sighs and looks down. "I told the stables to let you out with your horse. Grab some ammo too." She said and Ellie nods. "Thank you, Maria." Ellie said, appreciatevly.

"Just do me a favor and bring my dumbass husband home in one piece, please." She said to Ellie and I could see the pleas in her eyes. "Of course." Ellie said. "All right. Get going, you're losing light." She said and she walks out of my home.

Ellie and I exchnage a look and I nod at her before I look over at Dina. "You watch over her, okay?" I said to her and Dina nods. "Of course." Dina said and I give a small smile at this then I get an idea.

"Um, Ellie...before you go. There's something else I wanna give ya." I said and I head back up the stairs and grab another boxes that had Joel's stuff in it. I open it and pull out his revolver. I sniffled a bit and let out a heavy sigh at this as I stroked my thumb across the surface of the gun.

Then I head back down the stairs and to Ellie. "Here...I want you to have this." I said as I hand her the revolver and she looks up at me in surprise. "Y-You sure?" She asked me and I nod. "Just promise me....you'll make those bastards pay for what they did." I said, my voice shaking. "I will. I promise." Ellie said. "Good." I said and Ellie and I share a hug before her and Dina head out.

(A/N: So that'll be the end of this for now. The idea I had in mind was so long that I decided to divide it into 2 parts so the next Chapter will be like the conclusion of all this. And please keep in mind this is NOT cannon to my fic, except for the little flashback with (y/n) and Joel that is cannon. Let's say that this is an alternate universe of my fan fic. Hoped you enjoyed.)

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