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Crimson Snow (pt. 4) • Bakugou Katsuki

Summary • We all know the story of Little Red Riding Hood. But all stories, especially ones passed through spoken word, can change with time. This is the true story of a girl who wandered into the forest, wearing a cloak white as snow, and left on the back of a beast with a crimson cape trailing behind her.

Pairing • Shifter!Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Word Count • 7.4k

Tags and Warnings • Fairy tale AU, captivity, experimentation, violence, blood, swearing, mentions of nudity, eventual happy ending (it’s here!)

Note • I can’t believe that this is the final part! Thank you all so much for sticking with me and for reading the whole series. I couldn’t have done it without everyone’s kind words and support! I’d love to hear what you think about the final part, and even the series as a whole. Please be careful when you read this part, some characters get hurt and the descriptions may be a bit intense. This is the fourth and final part of a fic series for the @bnhabookclub Provisional License Exam Event! A huge thank you to @wesparklebitch, @etegomanere and @fanfic-me-up for betaing this part!

part 1 • part 2 • part 3 • part 4

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You and Bakugou’s friends peer through the undergrowth at the edge of the forest near the mansion.

The main doorway is still empty, and when Kirishima asks about it, you quietly tell him about Bakugou ripping it off and hurling it through the air at Chronostasis. This makes them snicker, and you’re pretty sure they have another thing to tease Bakugou about.

They settle down, and you all look at each other. A solemn expression rests on your face and is mirrored by theirs.

“It’s going to be dangerous, but I owe it to Bakugou. Stick to the plan, and we’re all going to make it out.”

Everyone nods.

“Let’s do this.”

–

You circle around the mansion, staying in the forest until you catch sight of a small window in the stone just above the ground. Mina crouches right next to you. Both of you scan the windows on this side of the mansion to try and spot if anyone will see you, but there’s no movement.

“Ready?” you ask.

Mina nods. “We’re going, Kiri!” She says this at a normal volume, even though Kirishima is on the other side of the mansion with Kaminari and Sero. They assured you that his ears, even in human form, would pick up your voices.

Mina grips your right hand. You hold the knife tightly in your left. A few links dangle from the cuff around your left ankle, the rest of the chain back in the forest after Kirishima easily snapped it earlier. He had assured you that the shifters would be able to get the rest of it off once you returned.

The two of you leap out of your position from behind the bushes and race toward the mansion, feet pounding to cross the clearing as quickly as you can.

Once you reach the wall, you press your back against it and crouch down next to the small window you both had spotted earlier. Mina crouches on the other side.

“You sure it’s this one?” she whispers.

You take a quick peek into the room, pulling your head back as soon as you get a glimpse of the interior. You swallow hard, before nodding in confirmation. Then you lift up your knife and pull your arm back, ready to slam it into the glass.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Mina waves her hands in front of her face.

You keep your arm raised, but don’t take the swing. “It’s going to make some noise, but we have to get in this way.”

“I can get us in without making a sound. I think. Just watch!” Mina holds her hands out in front of her, palms facing up. A thin sheen of liquid, shimmery in the moonlight, akin to sweat, forms on her hands. Your eyes widen.

She presses her hands against the glass and concentrates, brow furrowing. A few moments later, she slowly starts to wipe her hands all over the window. Every bit of the glass gets coated with the liquid, and she removes her hands with a satisfied sigh. The remaining liquid disappears into her skin.

A quiet sizzling sound fills the air, and you look at the window. The glass starts to distort, bubbles fizzing on the surface, and it melts away, dripping onto the stone wall. Even when the melted glass strikes the stone, the stone turns black.

Mouth falling open, you look at Mina, who grins. “I thought you only make poison in your animal form!”

She winks at you. “Surprise! I can secrete powerful acid in my human form.” She bends down and scoops the rest of the melted glass out of the opening. It hisses when it comes into contact with the stone wall and the grass.

“We’re heading in!” she says, then slips through the opening feet first.

You follow suit. Thankfully you had remembered that the windows are large enough for you to fit through, even though you only had gotten a quick look at them when Bakugou ran through here with you in his arms.

Mina looks around the room with wide eyes, taking in all the weapons that line the walls and sit on the shelves. Then her nose wrinkles at the sight of them, and she frowns in distaste.

Now that you are in the mansion, the two of you keep quiet as you gesture at Mina to put the next part of your plan into action. She nods and quickly sheds her clothes, dropping them into a pile on the floor. You pick them up and hide them in the shadowy corner on one of the shelves laden with weapons.

By the time you turn around, Mina is a small poison dart frog that sits on the floor, her back a bright pink, scattered with dark spots. She hops once, then twice, and your eyes lose sight of her as she blends in with the darkness at the edges of the room where the light from the wall lamps cannot reach.

“Okay,” you breathe, and head for the dungeons.

You pause at the staircase, then look at a shelf to your right. An array of knives line the shelf, all sharp and deadly weapons of cold metal. You pick up a sheathed knife, the blade around the length of your hand, and unsheathe it.

You are armed.

You descend the stairs. Each step brings you further and further away from freedom and takes you back to where you were held captive. Where Bakugou is being held captive.

The wooden knife handle digs into your skin as you keep a tight grip on it. Each time your slipper-clad feet land on the next stone step, you try to make as little sound as possible. Finally, you reach the bottom, cautiously peer around the wall, and look down both sides of the hallway.

No one is there.

A small sigh of relief escapes you, but you know that the danger is hardly over. You straighten up and stride toward the entryway of the dungeon, where you and Bakugou were imprisoned and tortured.

Pausing before you’re visible to anyone that might be in the room, your hands tremble as you start panicking, wondering about the state of the shifter on the other side of the wall. What had they done to him? What if you were too late? You had tried your best to get help from his friends and hurry back in time, but–

You shake your head hard.

“He’s okay. He has to be.” With that, you step into the dungeon, and freeze.

The wolf’s eyes, which were closed, snap wide open. Crimson eyes lock onto you, and Bakugou freezes too.

He looks worse than he was when you previously saw him in his wolf form. His light blonde fur is dark with crusted blood, all from injuries that the hunters gave him. Your chest aches at the sight of him, dirty and most definitely in pain. But at least he’s in his wolf form, which means he didn’t get injected with too much of the wolfsbane serum.

Bakugou almost thinks you’re a dream, some sick hallucination his mind conjured up to distract him from the pain that has settled into his bones, from the ache of his muscles. But his nose twitches, and his next inhale draws in your unique scent—something that reminds him of the first blossoms in spring, of sunlight sparkling off freshly fallen snow, of life and resilience and bravery.

It’s you.

Then his blood runs cold.

Bakugou leaps to his feet, ignoring the flash of pain that shoots through his body.

He lunges toward you, as far as his chains allow, and at first you think he’s excited to see you. But then he snarls through the silver band around his muzzle, the sound harsh and angry. And he keeps pulling at his chains, growling fills the room, and your heart drops at the anger burning in his eyes.

You rush toward him, dropping to your knees in front of him. He lunges forward again, and you flinch, but you know that he wouldn’t hurt you on purpose, even though instinct tells you to flee from the predator before you.

“Bakugou!” you cry out. “What are you doing? They’ll hear you!”

When he leaps for you again, you let go of your knife, and clasp your hands around his muzzle, on top of the silver band, struggling against him to keep him still. “Bakugou!” you shout, body jerking forward as he pulls his head back.

“Katsuki!”

He stiffens in surprise.

That’s all the time you need to slide open the bolts on the silver band and slip it off his muzzle, revealing an irritated ring of skin and fur.

You place the band on the ground quietly, although your heart sinks when you know that Overhaul or Chronostasis must have heard Bakugou’s growling. The clock is ticking, and you still have the chains around his limbs and neck to remove.

So you reach for his front right paw and tug on it, trying to lift it up into your lap. But he resists, and you can’t move it at all.

You glare up at Bakugou. His lips are drawn back, showing sharp teeth. “What is up with you? I’m trying to get you out of here, and you’ve already alerted them that something is up! Give me– What are you doing? Stop snarling! Baku–”

Bakugou lunges toward you again, head butting into your shoulder hard enough to knock you off balance. You have to throw your hands out behind you to stop yourself from falling over, and your palms scrape roughly against the floor. You look up at him with wide eyes, something aching in your chest.

“Bakugou?” your voice is quiet, and it wavers as you continue. “Why are you acting like this?”

He gives no indication that he heard you. He only snarls and jerks his head strangely, pulling against the chain connected to the collar over and over again.

“What are you doing? Why aren’t you letting me free you?” You’re pleading now, and you keep trying to reach for one of Bakugou’s paws, but he keeps moving them away from you and only jerks his head again. “I don’t get it! I know you understand me, you told me so yourself. Just give me your paws, and I’ll get the shackles off, and if you really aren’t happy to see me then- then just leave me once we get out of here!”

You put your hands on either side of his head, holding it still to stare into his eyes through the tears in your own. “If I really bothered you that much, then just tell me. But don’t let it stop you from surviving.”

But his crimson eyes just flicker past you and focus on something behind you.

“Why do you keep looking past me?” you demand. “Is it because–”

“Because I am behind you.”

The cruel voice makes you flinch, and you reach out for the knife you had put down, but a well-shined shoe kicks the knife away, and it skitters across the stone floor.

Bakugou snarls and snaps his mouth in Overhaul’s direction. The hunter only looks down at the werewolf with disdain as he backhands you across the face, making your vision go fuzzy. He grabs your arms with two gloved hands and wrenches them behind you.

“Don’t make this any worse for yourselves,” Overhaul says, pushing you toward one of the walls that has chains embedded in the stone. There’s a hole in the wall, a spot where a chain—your old chain—had been ripped out.

Overhaul grabs one of the chains that splits into two, with one shackle at each end. The metal is cold against your skin as he closes the cuffs around your wrists, taking away your freedom once again.

Eyes wide and heart pounding, you look at Bakugou, who maintains a low growl.

Overhaul walks around and stops in front of you, reaching one gloved hand out to stroke down your cheek. You turn your face away, and he clicks his tongue before speaking. “I must thank you for coming back. You saved me the trouble of having to venture back into the forest. They’re filled with disgusting beasts around here.”

“However,” he says as he turns away from you and starts walking toward the knife he had kicked. “You did try to run from me. I’m afraid you’ll have to pay for that.”

He bends down and picks up the knife. He turns around to face you and walks closer, flipping the weapon up in the air every few steps. The blade glints, and you feel sick, knowing the pain that is to come.

Overhaul moves behind you. He sharply kicks at the back of your knees, knocking you off your feet. You hit the ground with a crack, and a yelp leaves your lips. With your arms behind you, you can’t break your fall, but the chain is pulled taut, so your face doesn't collide with the stone floor.

“This is for the bite, you filthy creature,” Overhaul says, looking into Bakugou’s angry eyes. “And the door. And those scratches you gave me—though they’re not as bad as the ones I gave you. You don’t care if I hurt you, but her?” Overhaul uses the knife to gesture at you. “You’d care so much. Why is that?”

You stiffen. You won’t scream. You won’t give Overhaul the satisfaction of seeing you beg or cry out in pain and fear. And even though you’re terrified of what will happen next, you hold yourself still to keep the tremors from running through your body.

So you stare ahead, eyes locking onto Bakugou’s. His burn brightly, a crimson that sears your soul and puts strength in your bones.

Bakugou knows he can’t stop Overhaul. Not now, not when he’s in chains and is weak and powerless. But you? Though you’re in chains too, and Overhaul is readying his knife, and even though Bakugou can smell your fear in the air—heavy and sickening, making him afraid too—your eyes fill him with strength and hope.

It’s foolish, but Bakugou believes that both of you will make it.

The knife flashes. It cuts up. Through air, through cloth, through skin, through flesh. It cleaves through your back, from your left ribs to your right shoulder. The blade comes up coated in crimson, dripping onto Overhaul’s white glove, your white dress, your white cape, your white shoes.

And it burns.

You told yourself not to cry, but it hurts. So you sob and whimper and hunch over, heaving for air, tears streaming down your face.

Bakugou snarls and lunges forward, again and again, the silver shackles biting into his fur and skin, but he doesn’t care. You’re in pain, and you’re right in front of him, and he can’t do anything to help you�� he’s useless–

“Disgusting.” Overhaul eyes the splatters of red on his glove and throws the knife into a corner of the room. Without a second look at you or the wolf shifter, he strides out of the dungeon and walks up the stairs, lips turned up in an unpleasantly smug look.

He knew you were going to come back for the filthy mutt. His trap worked.

“Chronostasis!” Overhaul calls as he walks into the living room with immaculately stuffed animal heads lining the walls.

There’s no response. But a muffled thump comes from upstairs, and Overhaul’s eyes narrow. Ripping off his bloodied glove and throwing it into the fireplace, he leaves the living room with unusually hurried strides.

Overhaul had thought that you were just a foolish girl, someone who came back because of something stupid like emotions, but–

What if you didn’t come back alone?

–

As soon as Overhaul is gone, Bakugou shifts back into his human form. He moves as close to you as his chains allow, but he’s still far away from your shaking, swaying form, and his own.

“Sweetheart,” he says. His voice comes out rough and pained, so he clears his throat. “Sweetheart, look at me.”

You slowly lift your head up, eyes unfocused but staring in the direction of his voice. Your voice comes out as a whimper. “It hurts, Bakugou, it hurts.”

“I know.” He squeezes his hands into fists, his nails cutting into his palms. “I know. We’re getting the fuck out of here, okay? We’ll be out soon, the other shifters won’t give up. They’ll find me, and I’ll get you home. Just hold on.”

You let your head drop and tears slip down your cheeks as you struggle to bear with the pain. “They’re,” you whisper, though Bakugou’s sharp ears catch on to every soft and agony-filled word. “They’re already here.”

Bakugou’s eyes widen. “What the hell are you saying? Sweetheart, what are you talking about?”

You pull in a shallow breath, the movement causing another flare of pain to shoot up your spine. “Here. Mina, Kirishima, S-sero, and– and Kaminari.”

“Shit, really?” His voice is soft, and his lips are parted, gazing at you with awe in his crimson eyes.

“You really think I’d come here without backup?” You blink hard and force out a small smile. Though you try to make it look a bit smug, Bakugou can easily see the pain that you’re struggling to hide.

Before he can try to reassure you, or try to do something, Bakugou catches movement in the corner of his eye. His head snaps in that direction, baring his teeth in a snarl.

It’s a familiar pink frog.

His muscles relax slightly, though he’s still tense from worrying over you. The small gasps you make each time you breathe cuts into him, a harsh reminder that he wasn’t able to protect you. “Hurry the fuck up, Pinky, we need to get her out of here.”

Mina is already shifting into her human form, and rushes toward both of you immediately after the shift is complete. Her eyes are wide, and her lips are tight as she takes in your labored breathing and the blood that stains your clothes.

But she turns to Bakugou first, moving around to his chains. She wraps two hands around the silver links, as close to the shackles as she can get, able to do so because silver only hurts wolf shifters. Concentrating, her hands secrete an acid that eats away at the silver.

As soon as the first chain starts to disintegrate, Mina moves over to the next one. “Overhaul left to look for Chronostasis. Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari are all elsewhere in the mansion, and they'll draw the hunters' attention away from the dungeons as long as they can.”

Bakugou grunts to show Mina that he heard, but he doesn’t take his eyes off your slumped figure.

The second, third, and fourth chains all melt away, and Bakugou gets to his feet as Mina works on the chain connected to the collar around his neck.

As soon as he is free, he rushes to your side and cups his hands around your face. He tilts it up and presses his forehead to yours, taking comfort in the warmth of your skin on his. “You’re gonna be okay, you’re strong as hell,” he mutters, over and over again.

His voice, low and rough, soothes you slightly, and you can focus on him and not the pain. Mina makes quick work of the chains that hold your arms behind your back.

Your arms drop to your side, and you whimper again.

“Can you walk?” Mina crouches down beside you and Bakugou, her eyebrows furrowed in worry.

“Like hell she will,” Bakugou snaps.

He lets go of you and turns around. You sway without his support, but manage to hold yourself upright. You watch as he crouches back down, holding his arms out behind him.

“W-what are you doing?” you croak out. Your mind is dulled by the pain, and you can’t tell what he’s trying to do.

Bakugou looks over his shoulder. His red eyes lock onto your own, and his voice is soft as he says, “Get on. We’re getting out of here.”

Mina helps you move to Bakugou. Though it hurts whenever you move your arms, you manage to wrap them around his neck. He stands up, and you trust him, so you push off your feet, and he catches your legs with his large hands.

“I got you,” he grunts, then starts heading for the stairs.

Mina slips in front of him, keeping her poison-coated hands at the ready as all of you make your way up the stairs.

You make it to the weapon room without incident, and Mina pulls her clothes on, though she gives Bakugou an apologetic look as she changes.

He shakes his head at her. “It’s fine. Let’s keep going.”

“The window,” you say.

Bakugou scans the wall and quickly spots the window with the glass removed from the frame. He hurries to it, but remains careful to not jostle you too hard.

“Pinky first. Then you, sweetheart. Pinky’s gonna have to pull me up.”

You and Mina both nod, and Bakugou bends to let your feet touch the ground.

But before he lets go of you, a loud roar reverberates through the mansion, shaking the weapons on their shelves, and sending vibrations through Bakugou’s body.

“That’s Kirishima! He must have shifted, which means that things aren’t going well for them. Bakugou, we–”

“Fuck! Yeah, yeah, we’re going after them. You go first and keep your guard up. I can’t fight and carry her at the same time. Sweetheart, hold on and bear with me.”

“Okay,” you rasp out, pressing your forehead into the crook of Bakugou’s neck. “I can do it.”

“Hell yeah, you can.”

Bakugou hoists you onto his back again, and the three of you set off; Mina in front, Bakugou behind, with you clinging to him.

Very little has gone according to plan. But Bakugou is with you, and he’s free of his chains. So even though your back burns and blood soaks into your dress and cloak, you’re hopeful that you will all leave the mansion behind and return to the forest.

–

The three of you travel in the direction the roars come from, making your way up the stairs and arriving at the front entrance of the mansion. The doorway is still empty after Bakugou ripped the door off its hinges and threw it at Chronostasis, although the door itself is nowhere to be seen.

Kirishima roars again, and this time it’s louder and sounds as if it is closer. Then multiple loud footsteps are heard, and Kaminari’s unmistakable voice shouts, “Go, go, go, go, go!”

Sero and Kaminari turn the corner and show up at the balcony of the staircase and sprint down the stairs, eyes widening when they catch sight of you, Bakugou, and Mina.

“Bakugou!” they cry out in unison, but their joy falters when they catch sight of you on his back.

“What happened?” Sero asks. “Is she going to be okay?”

“Overhaul, and she’s fine,” is Bakugou’s curt reply. His hands tighten around your legs just the slightest bit.

You have to be fine. Bakugou wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you aren’t. He shakes his head once to clear his mind and focus on the situation at hand.

“Where’s Shitty Hair?”

“Ah,” Kaminari says, “he’s coming. Right. About. Now!”

The floor starts to tremble beneath everyone’s feet, and your eyes widen as a huge black bear appears at the balcony. Then the bear stands on his hind legs, reaching up, up, and starts to shrink down again until Kirishima stands at the top of the stairs in his human form. He quickly looks down the direction he came, and ducks as a knife flies toward him and embeds itself into the wall by the stairs.

Without another glance at the approaching hunters, Kirishima sprints down the stairs, skipping three or four at a time, until he reaches the bottom. He doesn’t stop running until he reaches the five of you by the door, and he grins at Bakugou with sharp teeth.

“Bakubro! Looks like you’re okay!”

Bakugou nods sharply, even though he feels relieved to see his friend again.

“Now, let’s get out of here!” Sero cheers, turning for the door.

You stiffen against Bakugou’s back. “No!” you force out. “You can’t just leave. They’ll let you go, but nothing is stopping them from capturing other shifters tomorrow! You have to stop them, you have to force them to leave and never come back!”

Bakugou listens to your words and immediately agrees. He knows that Overhaul and Chronostasis would likely get back to hunting and capturing other shifters as soon as all of you left. And he knows that the hunters aren’t stupid; they’ll learn from this experience and come up with a better way of trapping and experimenting on Bakugou’s kind.

He won’t let others get hurt because he failed to stop the hunters.

So he lets a ferocious grin spread across his face, slams his right fist into his open palm, and snarls, “Let’s deal with them once and for all.”

Despite the pain, you smile at his energy, at the fierceness in his voice. He looks over his shoulder at you, taking in your expression, pain straining at the edges of your eyes and the corners of your lips. His brows furrow. Maybe Bakugou needs to take you to Recovery Girl first, and return to take care of the hunters.

But you only squeeze his shoulder, and unlock your legs from around his waist. You straighten them until they touch the ground, and lock your knees so they hold you up.

“I’ll be fine, Bakugou. Go get him.”

“Not a dog,” he rumbles, face softening the slightest bit when you smile at his joke. “Be right back.”

You nod at him. Reluctantly pulling your arms away from him, you wrap it around Kaminari’s neck as he acts as your support, helping you move out of the way of the impending fight to stand close to the door.

Sero moves to stand a bit in front of you and Kaminari, flipping a dagger he had collected from Overhaul in the air. He’d protect you both from the fight, keeping Overhaul and Chronostasis from getting close if they tried.

Once Bakugou sees that you’re safe and protected by his fellow shifters, he looks to Mina on his right, and Kirishima on his left.

“Shitty Hair, Pinky, you’re on the sidekick.”

They nod, each readying themselves for the fight. As soon as Overhaul and Chronostasis appear at the top of the stairs, Mina slaps Kirishima’s shoulder and races toward the bottom of the staircase.

“Let’s go, Kirishima!”

Kirishima knocks his fists together, a menacing grin snowing his pointed teeth. “All right!”

Chronostasis and Overhaul look at each other. They’re not afraid of the shifters, not when they’re less than two decades old, and not when there’s only three of them against two well-seasoned hunters. Impatient that these disgusting creatures dare to try and fight, Overhaul nods at Chronostasis with a cold look in his eyes. As one, they leap over the balcony railing, plummeting toward the ground.

Once they land, they straighten up from their crouch. Armed with decades of experience, sharp blades, and sharper minds, they throw themselves at the shifters.

Mina and Chronostasis clash first. She ducks under the knife that he swipes out at her, kicking her leg out at his ankle. As Chronostasis stumbles back a step to recover his balance, Kirishima attacks from the side, forcing the hunter to move away from Overhaul.

The two shifters attack as a team, their offense hard and unrelenting, even though Chronostasis knicks at them with his knives. They know that you are counting on them, that Bakugou is counting on them, and they will not fail.

Bakugou has full faith in his friends and doesn’t need to look at them to know that they are holding their own against Chronostasis. Instead, he keeps his eyes trained on his opponent, whose yellow eyes clash with his crimson ones.

Overhaul twirls his knives with his fingers, the blades glinting a cold silver as they catch the light. He steps forward, closing the distance between him and Bakugou.

“You will not leave this place alive,” Overhaul says, voice harsh and low.

“Yeah?” Bakugou sneers. “Try me.”

He lunges for the hunter. Though Bakugou carries no weapon, he isn’t unarmed—his teeth have lengthened into vicious points, his nails have grown into lethal claws.

He swipes out his claws as the hunter slashes his knife through the air, and Bakugou deflects the blade to the side. Overhaul swings his other arm forward, and Bakugou blocks again. They trade blows, blocking and slashing and blocking again, occasionally nicking into each other’s skin.

They’re well matched. Bakugou has been held captive and has been tortured for weeks, but his rage and determination makes him strong and keeps his blood pumping through his veins. Overhaul attacks, Bakugou defends. Then Bakugou attacks, and Overhaul defends.

There’s an opening.

Sharp red eyes catch Overhaul’s slightly lowered arm, and he takes advantage. Bakugou’s right arm slashes at Overhaul’s chest, and the hunter raises his arm to defend the claws from hitting home–

–leaving his abdomen wide open.

Bakugou swings his left arm forward. Claws sink into skin, into muscle. Crimson wells up and leaks past Bakugou’s claws, soaking into a no longer immaculate suit.

Overhaul stiffens and chokes, raising his arm with what little strength he has left to plunge his knife into the wolf shifter’s shoulder.

Bakugou doesn’t flinch.

With Overhaul at his mercy, and Chronostasis pinned to the ground by Mina and Kirishima, all the power rests in Bakugou’s hands. He could twist his wrist, and the hunter would be no more.

But that isn’t what Bakugou wants to do.

He steps closer to Overhaul and uses his free hand to grip onto the hunter’s short hair. He wrenches the hunter’s head up, so hate-filled eyes stare into his own.

“I could kill you right here, you know? One movement, and you’d be sent to hell.”

Overhaul’s voice comes out raspy, quieter from the blood loss, but it’s spiteful all the same. “I’d rather die than be known for losing to such filth.”

Bakugou’s lips turn up into a sneer. “Exactly. I think it’s worse for you if I let you go—and spread the word that you lost to someone unarmed, someone younger than you.

“So here’s what I’m going to do. I’ll give you and your little sidekick until the sun rises to get the fuck out of this forest. If you’re still here when the slightest bit of light hits the ground, I’ll make sure the other shifters know that they can end you on sight.”

Bakugou steps back, withdrawing his claws from Overhaul’s abdomen. He flicks it to get rid of the hunter’s blood, and red splatters across the wall and floor.

“Let the hunter become the hunted.”

Bakugou turns his back on Overhaul as Mina and Kirishima let go of Chronostasis and move to his side. He doesn’t spare the hunters a single glance as Chronostasis pushes himself to his feet, hobbles over to Overhaul, and helps him go to some other part of the mansion to bandage his wounds.

Bakugou only has eyes for you, pushing past Sero to stand in front of you and Kaminari. He analyzes the air on his next inhale. The scent of iron is less strong around you, and he’s relieved to know that your bleeding has slowed.

But he doesn’t like the way Kaminari’s scent mingles with your own, even though he knows that Kaminari is just helping you stay on your feet.

His lips pull back in a snarl, baring his teeth at the chipmunk shifter. A rumble starts up in this chest and rises to his throat, low and threatening.

Kaminari pales.

Your eyes widen. “Bakugou! Don’t tell me you’re doing this growling thing again.” Despite your admonishment, you let your arm drop from its place around Kaminari’s shoulder and take a step forward. But your legs are weak, and your back still burns, so your knee gives out beneath you, and you start to fall.

Bakugou’s eyes flash brightly, and his growling cuts off as he steps forward, one hand wrapping around your wrist, the other sliding behind your waist to pull you close to him. He doesn’t care that the back of your cloak is damp and sticks to his skin—in fact, he’s concerned because of it, but he doesn’t voice it out loud.

“Not my fault you didn’t understand what I meant,” he says instead.

Your eyes crinkle as you smile. “Right,” you tease, “because I learned to speak wolf in the two days since I met you.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s a shitty excuse. How the hell did you not know I was telling you to leave?”

“I was just too focused on getting you out of those chains,” you say sheepishly. “I would’ve figured it out if I had some more time. But then Overhaul came–”

Bakugou interrupts you, voice low and angry. “And he hurt you. I couldn’t- I couldn’t do anything to stop it.”

You slide the hand that Bakugou isn’t holding onto his chest, and you trace small circles into his bare skin in an attempt to comfort him. “And it’s not your fault. Don’t you dare feel guilty for that.”

Sero clears his throat. “As much as I love to see Bakugou get all sappy, I think it’s time we get out of here and get someone to look at your wounds.”

“I’m not fucking sappy!” Bakugou barks, glaring over his shoulder at Sero. He turns back to look at you, expression softening. “Let’s get you to the old healing lady. She’ll patch you up, and you’ll finally be able to go home.”

There’s an odd pain in your chest at the thought of returning home, of leaving your newfound friends behind. But you nod and start to pull back from the wolf shifter. “Let’s go, Bakugou.”

His grip tightens on your wrist, and he makes sure that you’re staring into his eyes. “You think you’re walking? Think again. Get on—and call me Katsuki.”

Your heart picks up speed as he tells you to call him by his first name. “Get on? K-katsuki, what do you mean?”

A smirk grows on his face as he hears his name roll off your tongue. He steps away from you slowly, making sure that you’re steady on his feet before completely letting go. “Exactly what I said, sweetheart. Get on.”

Then he shifts. His muscles stretch and change as he turns into his wolf form, pale yellow fur growing to cover his skin. In mere seconds, the tall blonde stands before you as a huge wolf.

You blink down at Bakugou. He actually wants you to ride him? Will he be able to carry your weight?

But Bakugou nudges his nose at your knee, and uses his teeth to gently grip onto the fabric of your dress and pulls lightly.

“A-are you sure?” you ask nervously.

Mina answers your question for Bakugou. She’s perched on top of Kirishima, who transformed into a bear, with Kaminari and Sero sitting behind her. “Yes, he’s sure! He’s not just a normal wolf. If he’s strong enough to carry Kirishima, he’s definitely strong enough to carry you!”

You chuckle at the thought of Kirishima being carried by Bakugou. More at ease, you swing one leg over Bakugou’s back, and gently settle down. You lean forward until your front is pressed against his fur, and gingerly wrap your arms around his neck, careful not to pull at your back wound too much.

Bakugou gives a sharp bark—a command, you realize—and all of you set off.

The moon shines full and bright above you, its silvery light illuminating your way through the forest, catching the red of your dress and cloak as it flutters behind you.

–

You arrive at your grandma’s cabin in the woods, where a worried Recovery Girl immediately gets you onto a bed and starts tending to your wounds, not questioning the presence of the shifters.

After Grandma finishes bandaging your wound, she insists on checking on Bakugou, who eventually huffs and allows her to treat his injuries. As she moves on to take care of the other shifters, Bakugou hops onto your bed and curls up at the foot of it, his tail warm and soft against your legs. As the others tell Recovery Girl of everything that has transpired over the past couple of days, you tune them out. Bakugou’s presence is comforting and makes you feel secure, and you drift off to sleep with a smile on your face.

–

“You’ve been visiting Grandma a lot more recently. You sure that’s safe?” Your father looks at you from the dining table as you hurry around the house, packing things for your trip.

Things are better for you and him ever since you returned from being held by the hunters. You haven’t told him about the shifters. Instead, you spun up an elaborate tale about a band of thieves and a group of young visitors that rescued you from the thieves. After he learns about the danger you were in, he visits the tavern less and is actively taking care of the house. It’s not perfect—no relationship ever is—but it’s a vast improvement from nearly two months before.

“Yes, I’m sure! The thieves have been chased away for weeks now, and there’s no sign of them returning.” A small smile lifts the corners of your lips, holding secrets your father will never learn about.

You finish packing and close the clasp on your bag. Slinging it across your left shoulder, you make sure it doesn’t rub against the scar that runs up from your lower back to your right shoulder blade. In your right hand, you pick up a basket full of delicious treats you made yourself and cute trinkets you purchased from the marketplace.

With everything ready, you say, “I’m off now! I’ll be back in two days. You can have the soup from lunch for dinner, with some bread, and–”

“Don’t worry too much about me,” he chuckles, “I’ll manage for a couple days.”

You smile and squeeze his shoulder gently as you pass by him on the way to the front door. “Be back soon!”

The door closes behind you as you step out onto the street. You walk down the familiar roads of your town, greeting those that you pass by. Soon enough, you leave the bustle of the town behind, and travel down the dirt path that leads into the forest.

You’ve only taken five steps into the forest at most when a figure steps out from behind a large tree.

A smile lights up your face, and you take a few quick steps to close the distance between you and the wolf shifter. “Katsuki!”

Red eyes scan you from head to toe, and Bakugou relaxes just the slightest bit when he sees that you are unharmed. He holds out one hand, palm facing toward the treetops. “Your bag,” he says.

You pout as you slide it off your shoulder and put the strap in his hand. “Not even a hello?”

“You didn’t say it either,” he points out. He pulls the bag over his shoulder, though his other hand stays behind his back.

“Fine, fine. Hello, Katsuki. Shall we get going?”

“No. Not yet.”

You look at him carefully, taking in the way his eyes flicker slightly to the right. You know that when he does this, he’s not as comfortable or confident as he may pretend to be. But you know better than to try and push too hard about it; he’ll tell you in his own time. So you just nod and rock slightly on your heels and say, “Sure, we’re in no rush. What’s going on?”

His eyes flicker back to yours, and the hand that’s around your bag strap clenches tightly before he loosens his grip. “I-” Bakugou starts, then changes his mind and says something else entirely. “Where the hell is your stupid cloak?”

You blink, a little taken aback at the question. “The blood wouldn’t come out no matter how much I washed it. And after everything that happened, I don’t want to wear a white cloak anymore.”

He grunts once, and you think that’s it, but he speaks again. “Don’t you dare say anything, and you better not even try to give it back.”

“Give what-”

Bakugou pulls his arm out from behind him. You only catch a glimpse of bright red before something thick and soft wacks you across the face, filling your vision with a vivid crimson color.

You raise your arms to claw at your face, pulling the cloth away, and look down at the cloak in your hands. It’s a brilliant red, and is soft to the touch. Not too heavy, but you can tell that it will keep you warm.

A smile lights up your face. You look at Bakugou, and your voice is full of delight as you simply say, “Thank you, Katsuki!”

He watches as you place your basket down and wrap the cloak around your shoulders, keeping the edges together with a golden pin he had made himself. You rub your finger over the engraving of a wolf’s head, baring its teeth in a ferocious snarl.

“From a cloak as white as snow to one as crimson as blood, huh?” you say softly.

Bakugou’s sharp hearing catches your words. His voice is a soft growl as he lightly presses a finger to the pin, pushing it against your chest. “And a wolf for the wilderness that runs within you, for your fearlessness and bravery, and for the claws and teeth you hide behind a pretty smile.”

Your lips part in astonishment at the words of praise Bakugou says to you.

He takes in your expression of affectionate wonder, and stores this moment in his mind forever. After a few more seconds of his eyes tracing your face, he nods once and drops his hand.

“C’mon, sweetheart, stop standing around.” Bakugou delights in the way you duck your head at the nickname—despite him calling you that for weeks now, it never fails to make you flustered. A smirk tilts up the corners of his lips, and he turns on his heel and starts walking into the forest.

You take a second to shake off the effects of his voice calling you “sweetheart” and hurry after him.

Once you fall in step beside him, you shoot him a cheeky smile. “Katsuki,” you say in a light voice, “can you hold something for me?”

Bakugou looks down at the basket in your hand and rolls his eyes. He huffs, but he still holds out his palm. “Too weak to carry a tiny basket?”

“It’s not that small. And if you’re really going to complain, then you don’t get any of the food I made. I’ll give your portion to Kaminari.”

Bakugou snarls at the thought of you giving away his food to the chipmunk shifter. His red eyes bore holes into the tree in front of him. “Who the hell is complaining? Give it here.”

“Fine, fine. Take good care of it, okay?”

Instead of the rough straw handle that Bakugou was expecting, a warm weight rests on his hand. He stiffens as the weight slides across his palm.

You pause, stopping your hand from moving any more on his. “Is this okay?” you ask softly.

He doesn’t respond.

Your chest aches, and you start to pull your hand back, but then Bakugou’s calloused fingers close around your own.

“No. Stay.”

You squeeze your hand slightly, and Bakugou squeezes back.

A content smile spreads across your face as he keeps his hand wrapped around yours. As you walk through the forest, neither of you say much, but the silence is peaceful and comforting, full of untold feelings.

Despite the pain and the horror you and Bakugou went through at Overhaul’s hand, you’re glad that you decided to visit Grandma’s house on that fateful day.

Because if you hadn’t, you wouldn’t be able to do this: walk through the forest on a tranquil, sunny day, hand in hand with a wild wolf shifter who would lay down his life for your own.

Your crimson cloak flutters in the breeze.

You feel at home.

–

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👨‍🍳# FOODIE👨‍🍳

#Foodie, Part 2

Summary: Something happening in Easter Hills. Something that effecting everyone under the surface. Could this just be a phase a trick that no one can shack off? Is this something that will pass with another or can we all be heading for destruction

Declaimer: #Foodie has some curse words, blood, making out, and maybe a dead body or 2??. Also, I do have dyslexia who happens to do her own proof reading so be easy with me!!!

A/N:So who would think after doing a love story I go be switching it up to some sci-fi. Let me know what you think or want to be added to the taglist. Or simple to sit my butt down and stop with the dramatics xoxo Tia

MASTER LIST // Previous Chapter (1)

Tagged: @weapinggwillowss @kittykatlow @alagalaska @deansblackbeauty

2 weeks later

My fingers intertwined with his as he locks and kisses them. He doesn’t know I know but he a snuggle monster the reject monster from Sesame Street. Another secret I love it. We haven’t had much time as I will hope with one another. Even though he was back from the war he still was working as deputy while he was home. I pout like a two-year-old who got denied a brand new toy from a toy store. But we made it work. He moves me close as he whispers praise in my ear in his deep voice that makes me shiver a cool chill.

I only had 15 minutes left of my break with him. God how I miss him. After Janet left me teary-eyed in the abandoned hallway apart of me felt I was in old westerns like I was waiting for her around and draw her guy. That night he came over and hold me as I cried into his strong chest hands wrap as far as I could around his broad shoulders. Each night I founded my self there. Even if I was asleep he sneaks in and holds me. Letting me know he was never gonna leave me.

He looks down into my eye out time coming to an end with a bit of sorrow regret. Hopping up so I can reach his face I pepper kiss him with each hop. Watching as his smile spread from ear to ear he loves when I did this be my silly tiny self. Knowing he always be my savior. His eyes were dark like midnight sky but were as bright as the sun. Others wouldn’t see this wouldn’t think he was more than a brick wall but he was more. Just like me more than meets the eye. Each day I’m happy god loves me to bring him to me. Bring me someone that made me feel things I never did before.

“ I gotta go. I was only supposed to drop off another animal to you, baby “ He said in muffled from my lips.

Lending back hold his hands close , “ Yeah but it was you who wanted to start kissing me. I’m only here to basket it all this”.

This was been a familiar thing the last two weeks animals found dead somewhere or sick with some type of rabies. Blood from Mr. Fuzzy Bear only adds to the mystery. Blood work consists of an unfamiliar source. I went anymore I know and even the internet god the internet. After weeks of looking non stop trying to find anything to make me more at ease. NOTHING. I wanted to express this to KP but he only tells me to stop worrying.

“ BABY” KP tickle me under my underarms. I twitch and almost trip. “ I was talking and you did that moody thing you do. Is this Janet” he asked. YES NO I DONT KNOW I rub my forehead gently and peek up at him and nod.

I hate lying most importantly very bad at it. Even though he knew it was more he still allowed it to be, this time.

“ I am taking you out. Show you off. Remind folks who you belong too. Which means I want you to be out this little head of yours. Janet she many things but all with reasoning. Give her time didn’t you say she nods at you other days” KP said. God his voice.

“ Your right probably PMS. Or something. Where we going” I asked looking down. I could hear my name-calling for me and some chaos.

“IAASC I KNOW HE SEXY EYE CANDY BUT GET YOUR ASS IN HERE-OW” Ethan scream out. I giggle and peck his cheek and ran off.

“ I CALL YOU ILY “ I shouted over my shoulder.

He ruffles his thick black hair across his hands as she smirks at me.

“ILY2” He said.

Everything was like walking into the war zone. Ethan was sitting on a chair holding her arm that was gushing blood out and Casey walking back and forth. I swipe up a rabies shot and quickly gave it to her and took her arms into my arms to looks at it. So much blood my arms got painted red. With a finger snap, Casey passes me the 1st aid kit as I dress the wound. Ethan was laughing all while. After thanking Casey ask sending her off for a break treating her like my child even though she was twice my age I gave the tickle me Ethan my attention.

“ You need to go to the hospital. That looks nothing like something seen before where the animal that did it” I asked looking around.

“ Killed it” She said like it was nothing. My eyebrow bent at this as I look her.

“ I need to call KP back he and sheriff can come over and help” I said pulling my phone out my pocket.

“Shit that fucker a bitch. I go okay I go I’m fine I go later. You did everything right by the way. It’s dead. We take it to the trash and that it” She said then look at me finally. I was a mess. To say the least. I bit the corner of my cheek till it bleeds and the iron the mint of him I was chewing on earlier.

Her eyes look glassy and she had a gentle sweat coming down her forehead. Didn’t it bit her not even a half-hour ago? I walk over and grab the bloody towels and help her up to sit down in her office under the AC. Closing the door I look hands it still had traces of her blood on it. I close my eyes and tried to relax. Taking deep breaths I went over to the sink and started to scrum till my hands were bright red from the friction.

“ Is she alright? “ Casey asks poking her head into the exam room. I peak over and back at my hands.

“ Yeah, she huh. Resting. Hey, what even happen that was so like the strange right” I said adding extra words to sound like I wasn’t just obsessing over it.

Casey pulled out a cigarette from her pocket and pluck it in her mouth getting ready to share something.

“ While you were outside smacking lips with Mr fuck for brains and takeout outside” she stops and looks at me.

“ I was upfront talking to Rachel about our lasted book club meeting. And she was talking about this new craze when one of the animals that came in just bounced up to life and start making sounds hissing and shit. Went sideways. The animal was acting all crazy like Bob does when he drank that moonshine and whiskey during October fair of 2003. Anyway, I rushed back and she was swinging at it with a paperweight” she said raking in another inhale of her cigarette. With a few coughs and tap, she looks around before talking some more.

“ You know a lot of shit been happening around here. I have been here all my life sadly and I would know. You know what it is huh?” She said putting her cigarette out with the bottom of her shoe. “ Damn Liberals. Probably put some damn glitter dusk on shit and made folks all crazy “She said as if it was a known fact. Did I not mention she a bit of a blowup doll racist. Try to explain to her just because I look Spanish doesn’t mean I am. Now she always says Ho Lay. Like that means something more than being a bitch. But she Casey and there no one like her.

“ You never know. So where is it now the animal ” I said drying my hands?

“ Out in the front. Sucker ugly mug tosses a blanket over it” Casey said nodding to the front. I nod and look around trying to let everything sit. Before she could walk off I without even thinking grab tight to her arm and pulled her into a hug. My hand ran up and down as I hold her tight.

“ Stay safe. Cas” I said. She chuckled and pat my back before going. I don’t know why I did it. Maybe a part of me knew something was gonna happen. That I was about to head down a steep drop something I will never be able to recover from.

The animal or what was left of it was like Casey said a mess. Scattered with its brains and head mushed. I poke it a few times before taking my pocket knife and stabbing it in the brain just in case. I wasn’t trying to live my life in a horror film. When I took the knife back out there was a strange goo mix with the blood. What the fuck I whisper to myself as I knee down and got closer to look. Just like I thought it was just like Mr. Fuzzy Bear. This was not a dog and this in on ways was a house pet. How strange how can two things so far from one another by going through the same thing. Can it be a generic trait from mammals? Or animals?

Ethan was quiet for the rest of the night. She didn’t move out of her office and when she did she was still sweating and shivering. I knew I promise KP not to worry but I couldn’t.

Me: Promise not to laugh but I have a question

Mi Amore: Haha what up sweetie

Me: Have there been any strange animal behavior or attacks? I know I’m coo-coo 😛😛

Mi Amore: 🤔 idk. Yeah, old man, Nick has been coming about some behavior. But that’s about it. Ur not crazy just crazy beautiful. Y??

Me: Remember when I was called in. Ethan got bite by a stray animal. Just wondering. I miss U 💋 💋 💋

Mi Amore: Never stop. If you promise to stop worrying I keep an eye on it. And stop by to check out on Ethan tonight or tomorrow. Alright babe

Me: Kk thnx KP

Mi Amore: ILY let me know when you get home

Me: ILY2 😘

Old man Nick was crazy still believing that aliens were never in Roswell but here. But his word is not so reliable he is married to his chicken Cheryl. I paced around that night in my room thinking trying not to think. He was right I need to stop worrying. I pulled out my pink paper and my fuzzy pens from my desk and sat on my bed and starting to write. Could me not having Janet be making me acting like an old man Nick, god I hope not. So I did what KP did and after my letter to Janet, I decided to not worry about it.

My feet bounce from one to another as I ran across the neighborhood. I felt a bit of sweat coming from under my lavender purple sports bra and forehead. Hair swinging from left to right right to left as I power through. In theory, if I wanted to I could run my whole town form one end to another. Music blast though my Bluetooth Air Pods. As I turn I reach Bloom Ave I made a quick left and push through till I reach a familiar two-story house at the end of the dead street. It sits back in the dirt a bit with a few stubs in the ground that somehow went perfect with the grey clay outer skeleton with huge windows and white curtains and a bright red wooden door. No cars in the driveway weren’t unfamiliar. Janet's mom or body double was always out at the local bar on some table dancing talking about her glory days. Janet hates that and even though she never told a soul she always fears she becomes that. Be stuck in the middle of nowhere no love and memories of when life was fearless Couldn’t ever be like that I told her as sat back on a black and white blanket sipping on my organic lemonade. She smiles and asks why. Because I will be there no quicksand right. She smiles and nods no quicksand. I wipe my eyes as I came up to the front porch. I knock a few times before I gave up. Hail Mary twisting my neck a bit I look around to the empty street. From the corner of my eye, I could see the shades move. I turn my head around so quickly I got dizzy. I ran towards the window and tap at it. Trying to look in. It was blurry but I can dang sure I saw someone. I called out and bang it a few times. She was not gonna answer. With a exhale I turn and leaned against the window and slide till I was on the ground. I never gave up but this was starting to look like the only thing I could do. Was not doing that stupid drug that big of a deal. More. More I thought about it I got anger mad-sad even. Whipping my eyes with the back of my hand I got up and grab a few rocks. And started hitting the window calling out for her. Pissed I storm in circles across the front door like a madwoman.

" I don't know what wrong but FUCK IT. YOU KNOW I CARE ABOUT YOU AND YOU DOING THIS IS FUCK UP. BECAUSE OF BLOODY DAMN DRUG. YOU PROMISE ME MOON AND STARS WE ARE NOTHING WITHOUT THE OTHER. SO IM NOT LEAVING IF I HAVE TO WRITE TO YOU AND LEAVE A FREAKIN LETTER OR CALL I AM. I KNOW SOMETHING FUCKIN WRONG. WHAT WE ARE YES IT IS COMPLICATED AND NOT WAY OF THINGS BUT I DO ANYTHING FOR YOU. THIS SHIT CHILDISH. YOU FUCKIN PROMISE J. They all leave me and you promise you won't" I stumble to my knees and hold onto my face with my hands and cried. I can't hate her even when I wanted to I can't. I cry and cry to the point my sweat and tears were blending into one.

Slowly getting up I look at the house once time. I lost. I lost over something so stupid. Crazy as it is if I could go back knowing what I know I still won't take that duck fuckin drug. I would just fight more so Janet wouldn't.

" No quicksand " I whisper before I walk off in defeat.

At work I didn't move much I just sat there listening to Casey about how Ethan couldn't make it something about going to the urgent care next town over. Casey was pleased because it meant she could leave early. Cleaning up the back exam rooms I recognize the towel Ethan used when she got attack day before. FUCK IT. I Peak before I snoop over to the magnifying glass and cup a piece of the towel and took a look. I tried squeezing my eyes but it wasn't close enough DARN I crushed at myself as I ruffle my hair through my hands. Biting the corner of my lip I look over for something anyway. JACKPOT. I rushed over and bent down to go through old equipment until I found the microscope that I remember Ethan told me about when I first started helping out. Sometimes about it not working right but if there one thing I was work with what you got a type of girl. It is I tap the metal table till the light came on. Grabbing the piece of the towel I place it over and fetch my glasses out my chest pocket and kiss my eyes to the lends. At first, it looks right till I saw a few things in the corner that didn't look quite right. The light kept flicking above me with an annoying buzz. Was it stupid yes but who said I was smart. More I tried to focus louder the buzz got. Till the office phone ring making me jump out my damn skin with a loud final act scream. AHHHH.

After a second to realize it was the phone, I quickly answer it. Hello, I said slightly out of breath. I heard heavy breathing. I repeated my self. Still nothing but heavy breathing. This isn't funny I said about to poop a golden egg. Still, it was heavy breathing. I can't hear you breathing I said looking around second-guessing every life decision I ever made. I gonna hang up I said but something stops me. Three words. No QUICKSAND. My eye widens Janet. I scream into the phone for her a bit excited and more so worried. But all I got was a dial tone I tried to call her but she didn't answer.

Each night around the same time the same message those three words. Of course, I tried to make her say anything else but no. My mind races trying to figure it out till each time I came to the same conclusion, she did not want my help or worst she could not ask for it.

I tap my foot as I look at my planner trying to figure out what to wear for my date with KP today. Strawberry favor purple teddy bear he got me on our first date sat on my lap between my thighs. He did tell me much but just it was a casual date no restaurant this time. We need that a few times when he was in school ones out of town. I liked those I could be anyone I wanted to be even though I could only drink the bottled water and had to bring omg own food. If they didn’t have things like organic apples. The third one we did he told me of his dream ones that included me. I like those a lot. Even after the two years when he went off to the army to take down the bad guys. Each letter you write adventures about life we were gonna have. I told him I didn’t care just wanted him there to hold me and love me. Stupid I know but stuck in a small town you can get caught up in those dreams.

After a few minutes of debating I pick up my feet push and turn around and around in my chair holding the hand of teddy. Hoping off after a few turns around I click on my radio and just decide to go with the flow whatever I was feeling. REMEMBER A DAY BY PINK FLOYD starting to play. I bop my head and shake my hips as I look through my denim.

Remember a day before today

A day when you were young.

Free to play alone with time

Evening never comes.

Toss a blue denim skirt with a beach wave cut on the bottom and round bottoms on the front. I lose myself in the beat that was creeping through my soul. Singing off-key look over my shoulders and pull out short sleeves stripe blue and black with a hint of the orange shirt.

Climb your favourite apple tree

Try to catch the sun

Hide from your little brother’s gun

Dream yourself away

I walk backward as I sang with my teddy in my hands the outro plucking out my round black shades to complete the outfit. Licking my lips I look into the mirror with items place in front to imagine how it would look. Something was messing I look behind and saw one of his old button-ups he left one night he stayed. Taking I deep breath in I look up to my ceiling knowing if things go well maybe I go a step forward. Or maybe not.

He came at exactly at 12 o clock. Rolling up in his 2010 Black Ford Raptor with the music blasting. I hope up without thought ran over as soon as it stops. Before I could get in I saw a few blankets on the passenger seat. Peaking up I saw him staring at me with those intoxicating midnight eyes that match his thick cut on side and swoosh in the front black hair. That I love to tug and play with between my dainty fingers. His smile was so wide that it shows off his perfect pearly whites. Reaching closer I smile into a kiss and I felt a lift as he pulls me in and into his lap. To deepen our kiss the taste of his toothpaste and hint of orange juice he must have had before coming over. Recently he taught me the fun of French kissing and art of a tongue. Pulling his bottom lip with my teeth I glance at him his strong muscular hand grip tight to my thigh.

“ Looks like someone wearing my clothes again” He said rubbing little patterns on my thigh with his index finger.

“ Want me to take it off and give it back. Baby” I asked playfully. With one last glance and shook his head no and tilt his head to look at me.

“ You know it drives me crazy seeing you wear my stuff. Let’s not forget the football jersey incident” he reminded me. It was 1st time I allow him to fell my thigh and butt. Thought alone brought a heat running down my body. Something Janet told me was normal. Playing with his hair I look down at what he was wearing. Black jeans with a red t-shirt an leather jacket.

“ So this the big date. Just sitting in your car. I could have told my parents we were staying for lunch then” I said playing with the collar of his jacket.

He ponders the question for a bit before he started to laugh. Picking me up he helps me over to the passenger seat. Left his right hand on my thigh and drove off with his left hand. After a few minutes, I wrap my hand with his and lean back and look at him as he drives. Few times he will peak over even throwing me a silly face which I then gave a few my own. Got to a light I peak out to the street. Crazy for a Saturday the usual busy with folks at the town square or at the farmer market that would be along Main Street it was pretty much close to deserted. Looking back as we drove off I sat back and ponder about it.

“ Did Bucks say anything about not having his produce today?” I asked.

“ Huh yeah sweetie it was postponed. Something happened to some of his vegetables. Think some kids piss on them. There also that beauty pageant in San Pedro. Took a bus over to watch” He said to bring my hand to kiss.

“ Yea yea I forgot. You know with Ethan gone. I feel like I’m working all alone forgetting the days. Where we going “ I asked.

“ Don’t worry we almost there. Would you put that scarf around your eyes it a surprise? Isaac” he said.

I took the red plaid scarf and wrap it around my eyes. The realization was starting to dawn on me besides our movie dates or him staying with me at night. This was our first date since he came back. Worried wasn’t even the word for it my whole body became snuffled with nerves. My mouth was dry and my neck felt warm.

“ Hey hey you okay,” he asked with a serious tone. I nod yes and hold on to his bicep tight.

“ Sorry just excited. Is all” I whisper holding on.

I didn’t know where I was but I felt the ground being a bit rough against my converse. One hand-grip tight to his other feeling my way. I could feel the moisture from the air and leaves. Before u even lifted the scarf I knew we were at our special hideout in Lover Lane.

Close behind me, he squeezed my shoulders gently as he whispered words of sweet nothing. I felt like Alice walking through wonderland. What if I look clearly through the darkness between the glitter and tiny rainbows I could find mad hatter drinking morning tea or the queen of hearts out by her garden w brush covered in red paint. Endless wonders who will I be would I be Alice full of innocence and wonder, the white rabbit who always running with of anxiety, Chester cat who full of the finger brings back cross and a smile with a bit of darkness inching to come back or maybe just a poor bystander. Most say I could pick out those three or add one in but today I didn’t know.

The blindness of the light brought me back from that rabbit hole of thoughts. Blinking a few times to adjust I saw a blur of trees and blue sky. It was beautiful right in the middle among all the flowers and grass was a big red planet blanket with a wicker basket in the center.

“ Surprise My Ama. Like it” KP said with a huge grind with his hands stretch out as far as possible. I didn’t know tears were coming down till KP came over to kiss them away. I hold his hand tight and kiss his hand before kissing each finger and look deep into his deep space eyes.

“ Did I do something why are you crying?” KP said a bit worried. I felt my lips playing peek a boo with teeth. I wish I knew why I was crying. I don’t even know anymore.

Instead of the truth I pull KP by hand and pull him onto the blanket before I let go and lay across. I curl my finger and motion for him to come over to sit by me. He lay his head on my lap. Right by edge of my skirt and he help right with his head facing my lower stomach. Playing with his hair between my fingers I came close and kiss his forehead gently. He holds me close and mumbles something. Maybe today I’m Alice before she found that hole.

The sun felt so good again my smooth rich terra- cotta skin. My hair was slip to the side taking in the sun raises. I could here KP reading from his old worn-out copy of The Last Man in the background still laying on my lap. He always had a fascination with Pre-American Gothic and an unseen classic from popular authors. Could read anything that was calming may you forget the world around you and drunk of his voice capturing his presence. Once he read House of Leaves to me when we were both in head and sound like a lullaby.

What is there in our nature that is forever urging us on towards pain KP read.

I bent down in front of the book to block any of the words and cup his cheeks in my hands and kiss him. Putting the book beside him he returns the kiss and pulls in deeper and turns me over to he was on top. My head rests on my honey scent shampoo hair. I could smell the woody scent of his Guilty Pour Homme Spray by Gucci he always put on. He moves his hand to crest cheek eyes match my woods brown eye with his. I could feel something hard pressuring against my thigh. With a sigh, I look at him and then down. Once again. As if he could read my thoughts he slowly pulls away.

“ Should probably not continue this before we are both in trouble huh baby?” KP said in his deep chocolate voice. I slowly nod and place my hands against his side and rub it against the pants being the only thing stopping me to go further. I need an escape something to stop my thoughts stop me from jumping face-first onto the hole. I felt moving his hips with movement with my palm. Kiss trace down my neck gently I curve into his touch wanting more. God, he knew how to make this girl feel good. His hands while rough with warn and tares always was gentle. Without thought I let out a sigh as we continue till out nowhere I thought I heard some birds. A lot of birds. Opening my eyes corner of my sight I see a family of birds flying in a flock west of me. I bent my head back as I follow the birds until they disappear. My mind drifts off to where they were going what would they do once they are there.

“ Ama I gotta tell you something alright something very important and I need you to listen can you do that” KP asked as he kisses my neck some more. I nod and mouth yes.

“ You know when I left I thought I was strong I thought I was brave. I wanted to protect you so badly from all evil all darkness I went onto war. But honestly, it’s not what I thought baby. The world we live in full of chaos more I tried to fix it stay in line I found my self missing you thinking what if I stay with you” KP said and continue to kiss me between my chest. Feeling brought old feelings I haven’t felt in more a year ago.

“ This world needs order. And I can’t do it all alone. Many nights I was barley holding thinking of ending my life but I got your letters and face times. If it wasn’t for you I will be lost in this huge empty world. I have been thinking and well what if after you graduate we leave pack all your shit and leave. Nothing d holding us back” KP said. I blink and look at him he stops kissing me and look back up at me with huge night sky eyes. I could hear some strange noises from behind me. KP was still speaking and all I could do was stare at him with drunk haze eyes.

“ Would you run off with me?” KP asks turning to go get up to look at me. No words can describe the look in his eyes passion fear worry lust doubt. Galaxy with million and one thoughts hiding in plain sight. Could I leave and blindly follow him into the unknown future. FUCK YEAH, I WOULD that promised I gave him so long ago.

Before I could say anything everything happens in a flash. The gravity pull was distracted in a minor of seconds. I felt him pushed my down covering me with his chest I look and I could feel something wet. Stumbling back on the blanket my breath gets shorter and I start to feel dizzy my fingertips were numb I felt like the more I tried to breathe more I fell deeper into the darkness. Then were the two muscle arms scooping me up from behind?

“ ISAAC ISSAC AMA AMA BABY BABY LOOK AT ME. Come one before you go into shock “ KP shout out. I look away from the body and at him. His thick finger covers my flushed cheeks. I slowly start to nod and look back at the body.

“ Is he.... is he dead we gotta do -“ I stop as I could see man chest rising a bit he was saying something. I let go and slowly follow the mumble I was a foot away before I felt a hand on my shoulder stopping me. I couldn’t freak out not like before a deep breath in I slowly turn back around.

“ Not safe. Take my phone get services and called for help” KP said in his deep savior voice he does when he serious. I glance back at the body. It gosh out blood to point you couldn’t tell where the actual puncture wound was. Where was it that was gonna be on his death certificate. From where I was it looks like his had puss and some strange black markers. He spoke to me but I did not answer him instead I remain quite till I heard the 911 operator.

“ He Hello. Yes huh, this is huh Amaryllis Isaac Smith I’m with my boyfriend Kindred Phillip” I could hear KP be reaping the word deputy. I nod and look at him he was hovering over the body almost studying it. “ Deputy Sargent Phillip. We are huh mm KP where are we” I stop and scream again where are we.

“ Lover Lane South East entranced a quarter-mile away from the lake. TELL ME THE PEEK A BOO SPOT they will know” He shoot out.

I repeated words word by word what he said. I heard the words by I couldn’t answer.

“Yes, there a man baby hurt. PLEASE HURRY” I said. Placing my hand to the phone I look at KP. “ Is he breathing KP “ I shout out. I couldn’t see one of his hands he was knee down to the body his back facing me. I waited but he didn’t answer just slowly got up and brush his hands on his thighs and grab the phone.

“ He dead. We wait to cops come. Maybe an ambulance my girl she a bit shook up. That’s okay Baby ... Baby” KP asked looking down at me. I couldn’t breathe anymore my hands wrap around his broad shoulder for my dear life my right cheek pushed onto his chest till I could hear his heart. Far away by the now dead body, I saw flames surrounding it. Tears gently fell more flames the closer I pulled into him till my vision was blur form fabric of his shirt. With one last breathe I was free-falling down that hole.

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pitiless-achilles-wept · 5 years ago

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Lost Weekends: Chemo Progress Report

Hi friends,

I'm writing you from my sofa, where I spend an increasing amount of time (much to the delight of the cat), at the end of my second post-chemo weekend. My last update was a month ago, right after I had done the considerable work of enrolling in the clinical trial at Penn that looks at treatment with chemotherapy and the immunological agent atezolizumab vs. just chemotherapy. My first session was on January 30th and I had a bit of good luck (for a change) and was randomized to the arm of the trial that got both the chemotherapy agent and the immunological agent, rather than the control group! (That's why I look improbably happy about my IV infusion in the attached photo.)

So far, the side effects are pretty tolerable. They don't really show up until days 2 or 3 which, since I go on Thursdays, pretty much means a Lost Weekend to symptoms. There's nausea, but I'm able to manage it with medication, and then there's very intense fatigue. I said to a friend at the outset of this trial that I consider myself a connoisseur of fatigue, having suffered chronic fatigue for years that was bad enough for them to do a bone marrow biopsy to verify that I didn't have cancer. (That's how I know I didn't have it in 2016.) This particular strain of fatigue is both familiar, in that the physical effects are undeniable and demand immediate rest, and unfamiliar because I get foggy-headed in a way I didn't before. Some folks refer to memory and concentration problems they encounter as "chemo brain," but I think this is less intense, more like being sleep deprived or a little sick. Honestly, the whole package is like having a bad flu. It lasts about 5 days and the symptoms are pretty similar. So, not great. But also not the worst. On this study, I go to Penn for treatment every 3 weeks. It takes all day, in part because when you get treated with a drug that's in trials they have to release it from the "experimental pharmacy," a process that can take multiple hours (as it did last Thursday). I'm really glad I only have to go every 3 weeks (plus visits for scans) and not every week, as I was doing before, both because it gives me the opportunity to recover from the side effects and have a bit more of a normal time in between visits. Also, they are a huge pain.

I know that may seem obvious, since chemo is clearly a terrible way to spend a day. But the truth is that it's actually less bad than the exhausting apparatus surrounding the visit. I tend, as usual, to minimize the more distressing aspects, both to myself and others, because it's just what needs to be done and, in a situation as colossally unfair as this one, the inconvenience or annoyance of actually going to the hospital pales in comparison. But, if you're curious, here's what it's like.

A day going to chemo for me starts pretty early since I live about 45 miles from Philadelphia and since I-95 is always terrible. Driving can take anywhere from an hour and ten minutes (without any traffic) to 2+ hours (if there's an accident). So if I'm supposed to check in at 8:30am I have to leave the house ideally by 6:30--which I NEVER manage to do because I have a lifelong hatred of mornings--but definitely before 7:00. This means getting up around 5:30 or 5:45. Again, I know people get up this early all the time, but if you know me you know that I am basically incapable of falling asleep before 1am (unless I'm very sick).

So I set out on this early venture, but not alone. I have an intrepid and sleepy friend with me to drive, both because I'm not allowed to drive myself home and because parking at the hospital is such a nightmare that often I have to hop out at a corner or intersection to make my appointment time. I did, however, learn that you get completely free parking if you get chemo! (This isn't true for other kinds of appointments.) My intrepid friend will meet up with me again in the cancer center and, usually, work remotely throughout the day while we sit in a series of chairs and check in with a series of doctors. I'm really grateful for this company because something that no one tells you about cancer is how incredibly boring it is a lot of the time.

The first medical thing that happens is that the nurses at the "infusion center" (which always sounds more pleasant than it actually is, as though it should come with scented oils) access the port through which they draw blood (usually about 10 tubes of it) and through which I'll receive chemo later. After they collect blood samples, I head to the waiting room for my oncologist, who I have to check in with before I can receive treatment. We have to wait for my blood tests to come back to prove that my body is functioning well enough for me to poison it. That sounds kind of backwards, but basically I have to have baseline body functions that are good enough for me to withstand chemo. (Oh, at some point they also do my vitals--height, weight, blood pressure, heart rate, oxygen saturation--which they'll collect again several times.) I also consult with my oncologist and the study coordinator about any side effects or questions and have a physical exam of the palpable tumors.

Next, assuming my numbers look good, I can check in for chemo. Penn has private rooms, which is different from the infusion center in Princeton. Some of them have lovely views of the city and some are windowless prison cells. I've had one of each. It's just luck of the draw. But I can certainly confirm that having natural light makes a big difference. By this time I've been at the hospital for 2-3 hours. The next phase is the most frustrating, which is waiting for the experimental pharmacy to release the immunological agent, which I have to receive first. The first time it took about 90 minutes, the second almost 3 hours. Once they get that, they can finally start the infusions. I get the immunological agent, followed by pre-meds for chemo (a long-acting anti-nausea drug, a short-acting one, many others to make the process less awful by controlling my reaction), followed by chemo itself. Together, all the infusions take about 3 hours.

My total time at the hospital is something between 6 and 7 hours. The driving, total, is about 3 hours. So, all in all, it's a 9-10 hour day. I often manage to use this as a time to enjoy the company of the friend who goes with me, since how often do you get to spend that much concerted time together? Often one or both of us is working, though increasingly I get spacey enough that I prefer to read, listen to a podcast, or just nap. Once I get home, I usually nap and, hopefully, see another friend who brings by dinner. These little acts of company make the biggest difference to me. I feel somewhat bad, since my exhaustion means I'm not often up for long visits, but just having another person around is tremendously reassuring. Dropping by, or being there while I nap or read, does a lot to break me out of the isolation that I can feel by being trapped so much in the physical symptoms of my treatment experience.

Illness is very isolating and makes you very vulnerable. No one else can endure the treatment for you and, in a way, the pain and discomfort is fundamentally incommunicable. Yet the emotional experience doesn't have to be similarly incommunicable and company (or well wishes) is a major antidote to that risk. So, as I wrap up this post-chemo weekend, I'd like to say thanks for reading and sharing it with me.

Love, Bex

#my life as a cancer patient #medical update #health update #clinical trials #stage 4 #bex writes

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sapphireknight30 · 5 years ago

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Takakutou's Entrance Exam

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When Takakutou Shakou was five, she was told by her parents that not all men were equal. That some are just better than others. That some, like her, have powers, and some unlucky souls don't, and need protection. When Shakou was five, she learned about heroes. When Shakou was ten, she knew that she wanted to be a hero, and with the way her school supported her, she knew she had made the right decision. And when Shakou was fifteen? That was when she was going to finally start her path on being a hero.

Shakou blearily opened her eyes. She sat up, rubbed her eyes, and stretched. Ugh, what time was it? She grabbed her phone off the bedside table. 7:03 am, and it was a Saturday. She blinked a few times. Wasn't there something important going on today?

As she glanced around her room, looking at her various hero posters, she almost shot out of bed when she remembered. That was right! The entrance exams for Taiyuu were today! She'd already done the written portion earlier this week, but now she'd be able to actually show off the skills she'd been training for a few years!

Quickly getting dressed in a tank-top, and some shorts, Shakou ran out of her room, and into the kitchen, and to her surprise, her mom was there, cooking breakfast.

"Hey Mom!" she said, grabbing a cup, and opening the fridge to get herself some orange juice. "Are you not going to work today?"

Her mom just laughed. "And miss the day of your entrance exam, Shakou? No way!"

Shakou smiled. "So is Dad going to work instead, or are you both staying home?"

Shakou's mother put some seasoning on the meal, and dished some out on a plate, before handing it to Shakou. "Oh, your father is staying home too! He's just sleeping in, as he does when he gets the chance." Shakou nodded, and started eating. She smiled.

"Your cooking is as good as ever Mom! Thanks!"

"Wouldn't want you to go hungry on such an important day!"

Soon enough, Shakou had cleaned off her plate, and put it in the sink. "Alright Mom, I'm gonna be in my room planning out this thing. Don't interrupt me!"

Her mom just smiled. "Okay Shakou, I'll be sure not to."

Once she had gotten back to her room, Shakou sat down. She'd want to bring some paper, and a pencil at the bare minimum - There was a good chance she'd need it. Maybe some gloves would be good? But then they could impair her drawing…

Before she even knew it, it was 11, and she was ready to set out for the train to the Taiyuu Island.

Shakou sat in the waiting room for the exam, bouncing her leg. The exam would be in a half hour from now, and every second that ticked by felt like hours. There were a lot of people in the room chatting - maybe she could try joining in?

There was a group of 3 applicants chatting near her, one a boy with green hair, and odd looking freckles, one a girl with bunny clips, and hair pulled to the side, and the other a scared purple-haired boy, clearly not prepared for the exam.

“-my quirk, ghost… side effect from when I got it, I guess.” The scaredy-cat was talking, saying something about his quirk.

“So, does that mean you’re like Danny Phantom?” Freckles started to hum, and even sing some american theme song.

Bunny girl chimed in. “Eh? That’s a really useful quirk.”

“So the scaredy-cat’s a death boy, huh? Didn’t expect that.” Shakou said, with barely even a second thought.

The 3 stopped talking, and turned to her. None of them looked that strong, so they probably hadn’t done as much training, Shakou noted. She’d probably have the exam in the bag if the rest of the examinees trained as well as these 3 seemed to have.

Oh, bunny girl was saying something. Shakou just shrugged in response. “I mean, his quirk sounds pretty cool, but he’s not gonna get anywhere in the hero world if he’s gonna be a coward like that.” Bunny girl and Freckles looked outraged, but Scaredy-cat just looked desolate. Just proving her point. But then, he stood up.

“I’m sick of people, people like you doubting me! Saying I’m nothing, when I’m not! I will be a hero… You’ll see.”

Shakou smiled. So maybe the death boy did have some heroic potential after all.

“Hello, hello? Is this thing on?” a voice came through the speakers, interrupting the conversation before the tension could get any higher. The voice continued. "I'm just going to assume it is. Hi everyone! I'm Lackadaisy, the maker of this island that we're standing on, and the principal of this school you're trying to get into! Nice to meet you all, even though I can't hear you. So, you're all here to take the entrance exam. Or you're incredibly lost, but I won't judge. If you're one of the former, then I have great news for you! The exam will be starting right after I finish my spiel. If you're one of the latter, I believe the exit door should be…" There was a pause, as the sound of rustling papers came through the speaker "On the north wall?" A few students snorted in response to that. "Anyways! The entrance exam's gonna be a race through an obstacle course. It's divided into three sections, each separated by a pathway in-between. Some of you curious souls might be asking. 'Well, Lackadaisy, the greatest principal to ever exist, what are those obstacles?' The answer is, I don't know either! Or, more accurately, you guys are gonna find out. You guys can fight each-other, if you want, but try to avoid spilling blood? It's a pain to clean this whole place. Uhh, I think that's about it. You guys can go now!"

There's a pause, as everyone takes in Lackadaisy's words. The speaker starts up again "Uhh, m'dudes, the doors are unlocked. I said you could go. Your exam's started."

One more moment of silence

Then chaos, as everyone started running for the doors, opening to reveal a long stretch of path, and at the end, a gateway made of metal. Shakou ended up being one of the last to get onto the track thanks to the buildup of people.

A girl with green hair suddenly jumped up in the crowd, and yelled "LUCK OF THE DRAW!" Before throwing something, in the direction of the crowd ahead? It was hard for Shakou to tell. Then, suddenly, one by one, examinees started lagging behind the crowd. A lot of them had tripped, and a few even looked like they might have gotten themselves injured.

The green-haired girl was laughing as she rushed ahead, only to trip up after being grabbed by another girl, with short silver hair, and multicolored eyes, who looked like she just came out of a circus. Judging by the way her quirk seemed to completely mess up the green-haired girl's movements, Shakou thought it would probably be smart to avoid her. A gray skinned girl grabbed onto Circus girl, and they both vanished, before appearing again, further ahead along the path.

Ahead of the path they were on, a large metal gateway stood, and judging by the way it was set up, that was the real start of the obstacle course.

"OBSTACLE ONE, QUICKSAND TRAPS!" A pre-recorded message blared from speakers on the gate as students ran in.

The path widened to a giant field. “The objective is to make it through without getting stuck in one of the traps all around the field. Keep a keen eye, and don’t fall in!”, the recording continued. Shakou cursed as she almost fell into one of the traps. Her quirk wouldn't be any use here, so she'd just have to try and be careful and fast. She didn't want to fall behind more than she ready was

As she was walking dodging around a second section of quicksand that she could barely see, she heard a loud cry

Shakou looked back to see the group of examinees she met in the entrance exam. Freckles was stuck up to his waist in the quicksand, and occasionally even coughing some out, while the two other examinees in the group, Bunny girl and Death boy, were trying to help him out.

Shakou rolled her eyes, and continued rushing ahead. If the Freckles wasn't smart enough to pay attention to the recording, or use his quirk, to avoid the traps, she wasn't going to take the fall for that. She had a race that she needed to win.

As Shakou carefully made her way through the sandy area, she saw a few more interesting cases. There was a (rather plain looking, in her opinion) girl, stuck in a pit, who seemed to be… was she singing? It was hard to tell, as 2 other examinees helped her, with dazed expressions on their faces.

Then there was the applicant ahead of Shakou, a girl with gray skin that faded to black around her hands, and long blonde hair with red tips. She just melted the sand she was running on into glass, and seemed to be dripping… was that lava? But, as Shakou realized, when she was reaching the end, the lava girl was rather slow.

Shakou passed through the gate, and in the stretch between obstacles, she pulled ahead of lava girl. Ahead of the path, she could see something. It seemed to be… fake skyscrapers? She made it to the gate, and skidded through as the announcement played, "OBSTACLE NUMBER TWO! RESCUE RELAY!"

Seems this school had a love for showing off, as ahead of her was a false city.

The announcement continued, "Make it through the city and out the other gate- But don't forget to try and rescue 'helpless citizens'! You need to bring at least 3 to the safety zone besides the gate to go through!"

At a second glance now, the city area seemed to be wrecked, like as if villain attacked. Fitting theme, for a hero school. Shakou ran down the streets, trying to find one of these so called "helpless citizens".

Soon enough, she did see one. It was a metal dummy, approximately human shaped, and with a red label on it's back reading "Rescue me!" It was gonna be annoying, and heavy, but she had no choice other than to pick it up, and carry it around.

Off to the side, she saw a girl with white hair in a ponytail, happily walking along, with 3 dummies, who were also walking. Must be her quirk then, since, from what Shakou could tell, there was no way to make them walk like that.

Shakou walked inside one of the false skyscrapers to try and look for a second dummy, and she found one, hiding behind a desk. There was a trio of examinees in here as well, one a guy with blond hair, and large indigo eyes, one a person with floating white hair, most of it tied into a large braid, and the other a pink-haired boy. They all seemed to be working together to get a dummy out of the rubble.

She rolled her eyes as she walked out of the building. Shakou really didn't see the point in teamwork on the exam, since it was a race to win after all. She ran down the streets, trying to find a third dummy, but she was starting to tire out. From the looks of it, a fair amount of the robots were taken already.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw one. Right by an applicant, with a mask-like face, who was currently kneeling by another one, a girl with yellow, half-shaved hair. Was he... setting her on fire? Whatever it was, he clearly didn't care about the dummy by him, so…

"Finders keepers, losers weepers!" Shakou shouted as she ran by, grabbing the dummy. She could hear a distant shout from Mask boy, but she didn't care. She was sprinting towards the gate. Once she had made it, she shrugged off the bots into the designated area, where a scruffy looking examinee in a purple hoodie was dropping off a bot of their own.

Shakou charged through the end gates, with no time to waste.

The last obstacle became apparent rather quickly, before she even reached the gates signifying the start. A giant wall, that seems to stretch as far as the eye could see. Or, at least until the end of the island.

"OBSTACLE NUMBER 3!" the overhead voice called out as Shakou ran through the gates. "THE GREAT WALL! Behind this wall is the final stretch to the end of the race! Now all you have to do is get there.

They weren't exaggerating when they said great wall. As she was running towards the wall, Shakou could see a few other applicants, getting over the wall in different ways. There was one, dressed in black colors, using some kind of glowing rope to scale the wall, while a pair of applicants, one with black hair, the other with white, & orange, seemed to be using floating fruit? Meanwhile a girl with dark blue hair seemed to be focused on burning handholds into the wall.

Shakou grinned as she made it to the wall. Now was her time to shine. She grabbed one of her papers, and held held on the wall with her right hand. She took the pencil from behind her ear, and with a swoop of her arm, quickly drew a circle. Tucking her pencil back behind her ear, she took a deep breath, pulled back her arm, and…

"BANG!" she shouted, right as she punched through her circle outline, and the 10 feet of steel behind it. Her hand hurt like hell, but thanks to the training she'd done, and the additional boost provided by her quirk, she managed it.

With no time to waste, Shakou crawled through the hole she made, and started sprinting. Since she had basically just made a passage for every examinee behind her, she needed to run for the final stretch, as fast as she could. And run Shakou did. She ran as fast as she could, she ran until she saw the gates signifying the end of the exam, and then she ran more, when she came through another gate - the last one?

"Aaaand in first place for our first year and our first Taiyuu entrance exam, we have TAKAKUTOU SHAKOU!"

Shakou smiled, before dropping to the floor, out of breath. Another announcement played, not that she was paying attention to it, and an examinee with colorful wings dropped down next to her, saying something about only getting second place.

Shakou didn't care about anything else

She won

She would get into Taiyuu.

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@taiyuu-high-oct

#taiyuu oct #oc #bnha oc #bnha #Takakutou Shakou #wtf tumblr #this is the second time ive had to rewrite tags #im annoyed #i tried to include as many characters as i could #this is like my second time posting writing online #ever #this is also about my 3rd time finishing a writing ever #of my own will that is

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whenimgoodandready · 5 years ago

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(grabs the speaker hanging above) Attention everyone! This your conductor/reviewer speaking, for today’s review, we’ll be goin’ for a ride from Point A to Point B and as we journey in this state of the art revolutionary industrialistic mechanism, we’ll be seeing some oh so interesting sights along the way such as an adorable shipping moment, a view from our own Milky Way galaxy and a new superhero in combat! So please fasten your seatbelts, sit back, relax and do enjoy the ride, All aboard! (pulls the trains caboose and it sounds):

*Startrain-Ms.Bustiers class is taking a field trip to London, WHOA! London!? Damn! Wish my field trips were fun! They’re taking the Startrain! (not the villain) You know, that fancy modern looking bullet train that goes from the city of love to the Queen in seconds from “Bakerix”!? Yeah, that Startrain! Foreshadowing! Unfortunately, poor Marinette can’t go cuz if she does, Hawk Moth will have an advantage on akumatizing someone and they’ll be no Ladybug there to purify the akuma. On occasion, this is one of those eps where she acts responsible and not impulsive (depending on the writer), but Master Fu allows her to go cuz she needs a break! She works harder than anyone in Paris, France! She deserves a vacation! But! she’s still responsible, so Fu gives her the horse miraculous (power of teleportation) in case there’s any danger. Smart! As for Adrien, he sneaks off to his field trip cuz Gabe barely lets him go anywhere. Hey! Let the kid go eat a crumpet! Besides, it’s not the first time he’s run off to go do something against his fathers wishes. Nice guys can rebel! Elsewhere, Sabrina’s father, Lieutenant Roger, is bald-I mean! Running late on getting his daughter onboard cuz he’s too distracted by his code of honor on the force to focus which has the akuma go after him. Oh great! We’re gonna have Robocop again, okay, let’s see how this-wait what!? He calmed down? Oh cool. Sorry little akuma, run along! Nice try there Hawk Moth. Looks like Rogers hair isn’t the only thing receding over here! (Badum-tish🥁).

The class genius, Max Kanté, is excited cuz his mother, Dr.Claudie Kanté, is the conductor for the Startrain. Hey! Look at that! We’re expanding even more on Marinettes classmates and their families! Yea! We need to know more about these kids. As cool as it is to operate a train, Dr.Kantés real dream is to be an astronaut! She had to put that aside to support her son, but now that he’s all grown up and is a genius who can pretty much take care of himself, she’s free to follow her true passion. All she needs to do now is just wait for her results in her e-mail if she passed her exam to go into space. So she waits.......and waits......and waits.......and waits.......and waits.......and-Hey! Let’s see what’s goin’ in the train!

The Startrains futuristically fun! Service droids roaming around asking the passengers for drinks and automatically handing it to them! Are these things real! I’d love for them to be real! Chloe was in First Class (why bother, it’s still a cool train?) while the other kids were just being kids playing video games, drawing, browsing on their iPhones, yawning!? Oops! That’s Marinette. She’s exhausted from her earlier crime fighting and is just taking a nap. Good-night girl! Alya asks Adrien to switch seats with her to be with her boyfriend, Nino (😉), and he says yes. Here’s the part where everyone goes, “Awwwww”. I’ve seen fan art of this particular moment, the moment that’s so precious and so soft, there’s a word for it. Sleep Cute! The ✨Adrienette Sleep Cute!✨It’s now canon! Awwwwwww. The girl squad and everyone else think it’s the cutest thing in the world and they just-(record scratch) Wait! What’s Lila doing there!? Hey! Lila! No! Bad Lila! SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING! Alya! Thank God! Thank you girl! The leader of the squad saved the moment! Take that! Lila! The people may believe every word you say, but when it comes to the girl squads Adrienette ship, don’t.rock.the.boat!*snap**snap* Mmmhmm.

Wait! We’re not on a boat! We’re on a train! Lol! Forgot where I was for a moment there! Dr.Kanté grows impatient with her e-mail wait and thinks she probably failed her exam and that’s when the akuma comes (was it just fluttering around aimlessly?) in making her into Startrain. She’s a sci fi looking villainess who’s right arm is attached to the “dead mans switch” (or else it’s a dead stop) and makes the whole train, containing its passenger, her own rocket ship! Going all Magic Schhol Bus on them. 10.....9.....8.....7.....6.....5.....4.....3.....2.....1! BLAST OFF! 💥🚀💥And we have lift off! It’s a space case adventure and I had no idea how this was gonna go! Our heroes were in space with zero gravity! Where no one can hear them scream! Don! Don! Don!

Hmmmm, so another parent from Marinettes classmates has been akumatized and Ladybug and Cat Noir need extra help......I think we all know who that is. Ladies and gentleman, the holder of the horse miraculous, Max Kanté! A.k.a. Pegasus! (trumpets sound). Well, we all knew from “Party Crasher” anyway ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . His Kwamie is a British accented uppity pony like being named Kaalki, the miraculous: a pair of glasses, the weapon: two horse shoes and it’s power:(we already know) teleportation by saying, “Voyage” that opens up a huge portal to wherever they want.

(grabs the speaker hanging above) Thank you for riding the Startrain, please unbuckle your seatbelts, take your belongings and exit in an orderly fashion as we come to our destination. We apologize for the inconvenience of our unexpected space odyssey as that was not planned in our schedule, but we thank you for staying calm throughout the journey. Have a nice day! It’s interesting how Marinette managed to get the highest score in “Ladybug” for her quiz (really? Even more so than Max!?) despite having to juggle her school work along with her superhero duties and social life and yet she felt drowsy here after another unseen supervillain fight. Well, since this ep took place before “Ladybug” she must’ve handled it better later. As for Adrien, let us count the ways he’s rebelled against Gabe: 1. Ditching his bodyguard to sneak off to the movies (“The Puppeteer”), 2. Running away to go to school (“Origins Part:1-2”), 3. Running away to blow off some steam (“A Christmas Special”), 4. Stealing the miraculous book (“The Collector”), 5. Sneaking off to see his moms movie (“Gorizilla”), 6. Lying about going to fencing practice to instead go on a date with Kagami (“Frozer”), 7. Having a party with Gabe gone (“Party Crasher”) and 8. Ditching fencing practice again with Kagami to hang out with their friends (“Desperada”). It’s all very reasonable cuz he has an overprotective (evil) father, lives in a mansion full of mostly stone cold people and is VERY lonely and miserable! Who wouldn’t wanna get away from all that!? Lieutenant Roger is blind to his daughters slavitude towards Chloe and just thinks she’s “serving and protecting” by being a “good friend”. Ironic that he’s a cop and doesn’t notice the injustice in this. Whomp! Whomp! Whomp! A little thing we learned about the akumas, Hawk Moth can’t control ‘em if they’re a distance away! Like space! He also reluctantly had to see his plan fail cuz Adrien was on the Startrain in space and was forced to let the good guys win for his sons sake. Was this the first time it happened? Cuz I think so. No Queen Bee in this ep cuz Chloe dear, you’re retired! I’m sensing her distraught over this is the reason for her third akumatization in the finale *cough*BattleoftheMiraculousPart2:MiracleQueen*cough* Yeah, wait for it. Another thing is Alya has a second blog for astronomy, so she’s not limited to her Ladyblog. That’s good! Give her a new hobby so she won’t look one-dimensional. So this was the space episode and sadly, there were no space related power-ups :P. Damn it! I wanted to see Ladybug and Cat Noir in space outfits! We see a member of Maxes family and we find out he has a mother who operates the Startrain, but really wants to be an astronaut. Hey, we’ve all been there. Stuck at a dead end job you had to take to support a family instead of following your dreams on what you really wanted to do. I can relate! I wanted to be a writer! I love books and reading, so I wanted to create some myself. Unfortunately, I wasn’t motivated much and didn’t get any support, so now I’m just a medical assistant to put bread on the table. That’s it! The closest I get to my writing career is writing in these reviews on my blog! It’s fine, just cuz I can’t do my real passion, doesn’t mean I have to stop. Right? Least Claudies dream came true. Congratulations girl! Boldly go where (no) man has gone before! (salutes). What everyone was really talking about was the Sleep Cute Adrienette moment :). When Marinette fell asleep on Adrien, he allowed it and even fell asleep as well. Wether you see it as either him being a gentlemen and not disturbing her or him just subconsciously being in love with her is up to you (I’m mixed on both, but mostly on the former). Lila was almost a c*ckblocker in that moment, but thanks to Shipper On Deck Alya, it was thwarted! Yea-ah! Really Lila, another “illness” you have? First it was tinnitus and arthritis (“Chameleon”), then it was “a lying problem” (“Ladybug”) and now you’re saying “motion sickness”! It’s amazing she’s able to walk! Isn’t anyone concerned!? Well, people almost saw her ruin the Adrienette moment which would make everyone start being suspicious of Lila as they all vouched for Marinette (“Ladybug”). Max is Pegasus! And his transformation had a techno beat! Cool! However, his powers were the same as Bunnyx. Teleportation! Why is that!? Viperion has a similar power to Bunnyx too, time travel! Why are all three of these the same!? I prefer each miraculous power to be individually different to stand out! This better not happen again with the other miraculouses! The miraculous for the horse miraculous was a pair of glasses.........glasses?........and it went to Max......how convenient 😒. As someone who’s born in the Year of the Horse, this was most disappointing. Guess I’m just like Kaalki who has high expectations and wants to be representative of my Chinese sign with “grace, beauty, nobility and freedom”.

#miraculous ladybug #startrain #miraculous ladybug startrain

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screamingatanemptyroom · 6 years ago

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Fictober 18 Day 17

Original Fiction

Prompt: “I’ll tell you but you’re not gonna like it.”

The Erin/Gerald story continues! (Should I just suck it up and come up with a title for it?) Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 Links

At Olivia’s urgent message, Gerald and Erin rushed over to the magical theory building.

As they moved, Erin couldn’t help but have the nagging feeling that they were being watched. She looked around, trying to keep her expression neutral. The path was well lit, with multiple lamps on either side keeping the area bright in a pale blue light, but just a few feet beyond the cobblestone under their feet was darkness. Despite her attempts to peer into it, she could see nothing. Getting more nervous, Erin kept her guard up as they walked, almost jumping out of her skin when she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” Gerald’s quiet voice in her ear immediately gave her a sense of calm.

“I feel like someone’s watching us out there, but it’s too dark. Even with physical reinforcement of my vision I can’t see anyone.”

“…”Gerald paused, and Erin felt a brief flash of embarrassment. What if she was just being paranoid? Before she could worry too much, he whispered again.

“Any particular direction?”

The last bit of tension left Erin as she realized he believed her. “To the left and partly behind us.”

He nodded. “Okay, give me a minute.” He seemed to be focusing inward, his steps becoming less coordinated. Concerned, Erin grabbed his arm and helped to keep him walking in a straight line.

Finally he shook his head, as if to clear it. “It’s Wilhemina.”

“You’re sure?”

Gerald thought it over before nodding. “Level 4 wind, level 3 fire, level 1 Illusion… unless there’s another student running around with the exact same powers.”

Erin cursed. “Seriously, does she have nothing better to do than to follow us around?”

“You assume she is following us, and not out here for other reasons…”

“Like student attack reasons?”

Gerald shook his head. “I’m not so sure, but it’s probably not good.”

He glanced down at her and chuckled briefly, causing her to frown.

“What’s so funny?” She followed his gaze and realized she was still holding onto his arm from where she had grabbed on to stabilize him earlier. Flushing, she let go and walked in front of him, hurrying to the magical theory building. Gerald silently followed behind her, a cheerful smile on his face.

They arrived at the location Olivia had called for them. In the light of the lanterns, they could make out a small, still form on the ground, wearing a female student uniform. Olivia knelt next to the victim, a gentle palm glowing in a pale healing light resting on their forehead. Her face was uncharacteristically grim, as she carefully studied the unconscious student. Erin caught sight of a silver sparkle around her neck, reflecting the magical lights around the walkway. Coming closer, she could see it was actually several silver chains with crystal pendants, swaying back and forth in the evening breeze. Olivia tucked them back into the collar of her uniform with a casual gesture, and looked up at the two new arrivals.

“It’s the same as before.” She shook her head sadly, looking at the young girl lying silently on the ground. “All of her powers are gone.”

Gerald stepped closer, his face strangely blank. “What were her abilities?”

“I’m not sure.” Olivia shrugged. “We can probably check their records. Why does it matter?”

“…” Gerald was staring off into the distance and didn’t answer.

Uncomfortable, Erin knelt down by the other girl to study the latest victim. She was younger, likely 14 or 15 in age, her eyes closed. She almost could have been mistaken for someone simply sleeping, if there wasn’t a sense of wrongness hanging over her. Erin shook her head. She didn’t have any insight ability, but it was clear that the girl was drained of her powers, just like the other boy a month ago.

“How did you find her?” Gerald’s question seemed almost distracted; he was still studying the surrounding area.

Olivia rubbed her neck, obviously tired. “I was studying for the next theory exam, and on my way back to the dorms. I saw her lying on the ground and she didn’t answer when I called out.” She glanced back down at the injured girl with a worried expression. “I can’t heal her. It’s not something I can fix.”

Frustration and exhaustion colored Olivia’s tone. Having a level 4 healing ability, there were very few problems that she couldn’t fix. Besides, Erin knew that it probably hit fairly close to home, given her family’s situation.

“Did you see anything else?” Erin tried to probe gently, resting a hand on the girl’s shoulder.

“Well…” Olivia hesitated, “It could be nothing… but I did see an older female student running away as I showed up.”

Gerald and Erin exchanged glances. “Short and blonde?” Erin asked.

“Yeah, I think.”

“Wilhemina.” The name sounded like a curse when she whispered it. Glancing up at Gerald, she asked: “Can you track her down with your insight ability?”

He frowned, thinking. “Even with level 5 Insight, It’s more about specificity of information rather than range… unless…” He grinned. “Could you lend me a hand with some reinforcement?”

Olivia looked up. “Reinforcement? How would her physical reinforcement magic help you out?”

Gerald let out a soft chuckle. “You really do play your cards close to the chest, huh?” he raised an eyebrow, looking back down at Erin, clearly hesitating to reveal too much about her powers.

Smiling, Erin spoke up. “It’s fine. For all the three parts that make up a person: mind, body and spirit, there is reinforcement magic. Although I use the physical reinforcement magic the most as it is useful in fights, I also have mental and spiritual reinforcement abilities.”

Olivia was shocked. “Aren’t those fairly rare? How have you not scored higher in your practical ranking?”

“Easy,” Erin smirked. “Just like all my other powers, they’re ranked at level 1. No one cares how rare your abilities are if they’re weak.”

She stood up and walked towards Gerald. “I can give you what help I can, but don’t expect too much.”

“I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me.”

“Shush.” Suppressing the urge to smile at his flippant words, Erin closed her eyes, reaching out a hand to gently rest on Gerald’s cheek.

She focused inward on her power, ignoring as always the buzzing magical wall that was the restriction spell. Slowly she drew out magic for a mental and spiritual reinforcement spell. Mental reinforcement would allow him to focus, to process information quicker, and ignore distractions. Spiritual reinforcement would temporarily boost his magical capacitance, allowing him to use more magical power. Given that his Insight ability was already a level 5, the amount of energy she was able to pull out before the restriction spell caused a throbbing headache seemed puny.

She pushed all the power she could draw out up through the contact in their skin, and felt him sway slightly as he received the effects of both spells.

Finished, she let out a light sigh of relief, opening her eyes… Only to meet his earnest gaze staring right back at her, a deep emotion burning there that caught her off guard. Startled, she looked away, slowly moving her hand away from his cheek.

“Thank you.”

She nodded in response to his whispered words, feeling too embarrassed to look in his eyes again.

“Umm…do you two need to be alone?” Olivia rolled her eyes. “Seriously, I let you guys go on one date together and now you’re acting all sickeningly sweet.” She looked like she was complaining but Erin saw the girl give Gerald a “thumbs up” sign behind her back.

Gerald openly returned the gesture with a wide smile and walked away, his focus already on his insight magic.

As they were left alone, Erin studied Olivia a little closer. Dark circles under her eyes, slumped shoulders, she looked exhausted… but even more concerning, she looked defeated. Erin sat down next to the smaller girl, reaching out to mess with her short hair.

“Are you going to be okay?”

“… I – I don’t know.” The tone of her answer was frustrated, almost angry.

What was going on?

“…Is your brother doing any better?” Erin felt uncomfortable, she rarely pried into Olivia’s family matters, knowing it was a touchy subject, but she was hard pressed to figure out what could be bothering the girl so much.

It was a difficult situation, one that she hadn’t even found out about until they had been friends for years:

Olivia’s twin brother was sick.

Not the kind of sick that could simply be healed. After all, as the brother of a girl with one of the most powerful healing abilities available, if he had a true illness, she would have cured it by now.

But his problem was there was everything was working too well.

He was born with ice magic, a variant of water abilities. Very rare, one that would gotten him a top spot at the academy. Even more so that it was a level 4 at the time of its emergence when he was only 5 years old.

But that was the problem: It was too powerful for him to contain. His body was slowly freezing to death, and only by frequent applications of level 4 fire magic could he survive, and even then many days were spent with him in bed, suffering.

Olivia was devoted to him, had spent her life studying magical healing to try to find a way to fix him. Her goal in graduating from the academy with honors was to gain a position at one the larger healing centers, and get him free access to the more advanced therapy available there.

Many people didn’t realize the happy-go-lucky girl had such heavy baggage. Olivia didn’t want them to know. Erin was one of the few who did, and even then they often didn’t speak of it, pretending everything was just fine.

Olivia looked up at Erin silently for a few moments as if considering what to say.

“He’s the same. He requires more frequent treatments now.” She spoke quietly, Erin had to strain to hear her. “If I can’t keep my scholarship…”

Olivia was the second highest scorer in magical theory, after Erin. Typically the academic scholarship would have gone to the top student, but with Erin’s connections, her tuition had been easily covered, so she passed the honor down to the line to Olivia. All of her family’s resources were tied up in paying for treatments for her brother, without her scholarship, there was no way she could continue to study there.

It was a lot of pressure on her to succeed.

“If you need any help with the material for the upcoming test, just let me know.” Erin offered.

“… Thanks, but I’ll handle it on my own.” Olivia looked away, her expression grim. “I’ve got it under control.”

“…” Erin didn’t know what to say.

“I found her!” Fortunately, before the silence could drag on too long, Gerald arrived.

Relieved, Erin stood up and moved to follow him. Before she had moved too far, she paused, looking back at Olivia. “For the attacked student…”

“I’ve already contacted the teachers, I’ll stay with her until they pick her up.” Olivia forced a smile.

Erin simply nodded in reply and turned to follow Gerald.

“It’s not too far.” Gerald grabbed her hand, pulling her deeper into the dark surrounding woods. She activated a small amount of physical reinforcement magic, trying to see as much as possible in the pitch black night.

“You know where you’re going?”

“Of course!” Gerald sounded offended. “You don’t trust me?”

Sighing, Erin continued to let herself be pulled along. Finally, after only a few minutes, he knelt down behind a tree, dragging Erin down with him.

“What…?”

“SHHHH!” He clapped a hand over her mouth, silently motioning for her to look around the tree. Tentatively, Erin followed his example. What confronted her was a strange sight:

Wilhemina stood alone in a clearing, a small ball of light hanging above her head. Erin recognized it as an illusion type spell. The strange thing was what the girl was talking to: She stood facing a small wooden puppet. It stood at waist height, but moved like a normal human being. Even more disconcerting, a clear voice could be heard emanating from it, giving the girl instructions.

“A level 5 wind artifact?” Erin whispered in shock. It was a highly advanced magical communication device. Who would be powerful enough to make one of these, much less use it to communicate to a student this late at night.

-Do as I tell you, and you will get the rewards you were promised. If you proceed exactly as I have instructed, she will have no further room to run and hide.

“She’s not alone anymore, though.” Wilhemina had her arms crossed, her tone petulant. “The new student, that idiotic prince has been hanging all over her since he arrived.”

- ... Can he be persuaded to abandon her side?

“No. He’s weirdly devoted. He beat up Frederick today just for insulting her! He’s crazy!”

-Then he will have to be removed from the picture as well. I need her isolated. She should have no other options than what I have provided her.

Erin and Gerald exchanged worried glances. They were talking about her! She broke out in a cold sweat, realizing that some of the constant torment she had been undergoing from the student council had been more than just bullying. It had been designed by someone, someone powerful, just for the sake of alienating her from others.

But why?

Wilhemina leaned forward, interested. “How are you going to get rid of him? Can I help?”

-Just stick to the plan. I already have measures in place.

“Fine. Just don’t forget what we agreed on.”

With that, the girl turned away. Erin and Gerald pressed together behind the tree, hiding from her as she glanced in their direction. Their hands were still clasped together, squeezing so tightly it was almost painful.

Finally, everything was silent. They were alone. Both let out a loud sigh of relief at the same time.

“That… was not what I expected to hear.” Gerald admitted, leaning back against the tree trunk and closing his eyes.

“Gerald…” Erin paused, unsure of how to say what she wanted, but decided just to be blunt. “I think you should stay away from me.”

“No.”

“But we don’t know how powerful this person really is…”

“Don’t care.” Gerald spoke serenely, his eyes still closed.

Erin started to get angry. “Be serious!” She grabbed his shoulder with her free hand, shaking him a little. “They were talking about getting rid of you! Who knows what they are planning!”

Finally Gerald opened his eyes, again his gaze held a strong emotion, one that made Erin want to take a step back. “I. Don’t Care.” He squeezed her hand. “Let them try. I’ll watch your back, and you watch mine. I’m not going to let someone wooden dummy dictate whether or not I stay by my future wife’s side.”

Erin rolled her eyes. “You’re crazy. And I’ve never agreed to the ‘future wife’ title.”

His smile was slightly devious. “I’m an optimist.”

Unable to agree, they finally headed to the dorms and parted ways for the night.

Erin was hardly able to sleep at all that night, filled with apprehension over what the future would hold. Who was working behind the scenes? Why were they targeting her? She closed her eyes for a while, but by the time the sun was rising, she felt more tired than when she had first laid down.

KNOCK KNOCK.

Bleary eyed, she opened the door to her dorm room. It was Olivia.

“Olivia? What the heck are you doing here so early?”

The other girl looked as tired as Erin felt, but tried to smile anyways.

“I’ll tell you but you’re not gonna like it.”

“…” Erin sighed loudly, giving her a stern look. Finally Olivia threw up her hands in a gesture of surrender, laughing.

“Okay, Okay, just stop with the death glare! The student council has called an emergency assembly, we all have to go to the main hall.”

“Great.” Erin rubbed her eyes, pulling on her uniform with a yawn. “Let’s go.”

They were one of the last to arrive. Erin, feeling slightly uncomfortable in the large crowd, spotted Gerald and waved, but was unable to move closer in the large crush of bodies. The noise was overwhelming as hundreds of students stood there, talking amongst themselves, everyone curious as to why this meeting was called. Fortunately they didn’t have to wait long.

“Everyone, thank you for coming.” Wilhemina stood up on the stage at the front of the room, projecting her voice with a simple wind type spell. “I won’t waste too much of your time. Unfortunately, our student council president Frederick is indisposed today, and so I will speak in his place.”

Erin held back a chuckle as Gerald struck a triumphant pose at the word “indisposed,” but the cheerful feeling quickly died away and was replaced with shock at the girl’s next statement:

“Éirinne de Roderick! Care to explain why you have been attacking the good students of this academy to steal their powers?”

#fictober18 #writing #short story #part 6 #the plot thickens #magic #not sure what i should title this #calling it the erin/gerald story is so awkward though #Hope you guys enjoy this part as well!#Erin/Gerald

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nehawriter16 · 6 years ago

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7th October, 2018 23:05 pm Average, Mediocre, Loser

For the longest time, I had myself fooled. I was on a secret mission – to study for all 8 papers even though I hadn’t done classes for 4 of them (the really tough ones) and there was hardly any time to prepare for them without sacrificing my marks in the others. I didn’t tell any of my friends or the senior who was mentoring me this. I just picked up the books and began to try to figure things out myself, going into panic and frustration when I couldn’t understand something.

I’d spent time drawing up timetables that required studying 300 pages a day, which was obviously impossible, even if I sat for 16 hours a day with barely any breaks. All of my friends were appearing for only 4 papers, which was the sensible thing to do because it meant passing with good marks and a part of me wanted to do the same, to make things easy for myself, because it meant I wasn’t going to have to resort to extremely unhealthy sleep/eat/social patterns such as alienating every single person I know, completely switching off from social media, and most importantly, sacrificing my creativity in terms of writing. Giving up everything else seemed like a small price to pay – and I have endured years of mental, emotional and social sacrifice for this course already, so I’m used to it – but writing is in my blood. Writing is the one thing that brings me immense happiness. I can’t give it up. Even if it’s not monetarily viable, even if nobody is reading what I have to say, it is as important to me as breathing.

But I wanted nothing more than to somehow pass. To wake up one morning in January close to my 23rd birthday and find that I was a Chartered Accountant. I knew that seeing that four letter word on my marksheet wouldn’t mean pride for having “made it.” It would mean giddy happiness for finally being DONE. Done with this course that I never wanted, would never be good at, would never enjoy no matter how hard I tried.

I just wanted to slap the degree in my parents’ hands, pack a bag, move to Bombay as soon as my articleship ended in March. I had so much to do – my unfulfilled creativity, a half written book to finish, a part time job in poetry waiting for me, and most importantly – the new-found freedom of being a young, single, self sufficient wild thing in a city where nobody knew who I was. It was a new beginning and when I was falling asleep every night, when I woke up every morning, and when I couldn’t force myself to keep going – it was all I would think about. I associated Bombay with the first breath of fresh air after being in jail for 5 years, because that’s how sickening this city, the course, and the people had become for me.

I knew I would never fit in the minute I walked through the doors on the first day of class for the first level. These people weren’t like me, and I wasn’t willing to change what I enjoyed for the sake of a 5 year period, or even for a single day. Words would always be my poison. Not law, not numbers, not the robotic ways in which the students around me seemed to be able to sit in one place for hours, learn things I couldn’t get myself interested in despite trying so hard.

But from the first day, I forced myself to study, because what choice did I have? I’d shunned science when my parents offered it to me, and arts was not a choice. I passed, faltered once, but landed a big four articleship and kept going. On the surface, everything seemed to be working out. Inside, I felt suffocated. The artist in me was screaming for release, which is how I started to get more involved in my Instagram account. For 2 years I spent all day at work, trying to excel in a field I was starting to dislike more and more by the day, but convinced that quitting so close to the finish line was stupid and out of the question.

There were only 2 things that kept me happy – a boy I was in love with, and narrating stories for my Instagram account. I relied on them heavily and hopelessly as reasons to wake up every morning and go to work, or class. I watched the girls I call friends do much better than me and began to develop a serious inferiority complex. They loved what they were getting to learn and wanted to be better. I was trying to chameleon their behaviour, and failing miserably.

In June of 2017 I lost the boy. But like Nikita Gill and Rupi Kaur would remind me in numerous poems, he lost me, not the other way around. Either way, it was a loss, and my happiness took a monumental blow. I held on hopelessly to hope till my hands turned to scabs. I did things I’m not proud of. I resorted to reckless behaviour to replace the big, gaping hole that seemed to have opened up in my heart. But heartbreak was not a new concept to me, so I gritted my teeth, wrote some poems, and pretty much managed to put it in the past. I still had the writing, after all.

Still, emotional loss can leave you marinating in nostalgia forever, especially if you have the tendency to feel things deeply. As Pablo Neruda so beautifully put it, love is so short and forgetting so long.

Writing kept me alive in those months. I began to compile a collection of poetry and stories that I would someday turn into a book. That people were excited to buy.

Work was getting worse and worse because I had been allotted to a team that was not welcoming at all. I travelled for almost 4 hours every single day. I got into several fights with my seniors, who were rude and callous and made me feel worse while I was already dealing with coming out of emotional trauma. The deadlines we were asked to meet were insane. I began to fall sick a lot. I would look out of the window and sob in silence every single day.

But I decided to put my health first and left. In hindsight, I wish I hadn’t. Because even though I didn’t realise it then, work, no matter how bad, kept me distracted from the terrible thoughts that were forming in my head every time I let it be idle for a few minutes. I moved into a smaller firm and suddenly had a lot of free time. The jobs I was assigned there were much more mundane, and the people working around me had no ambition at all. I stopped making the small but relevant amount of money that was guaranteeing my financial independence of sorts, and brought a completely self-dependent girl back to her parent’s allowance.

All in all, it’s safe to say that in the beginning of 2018, I walked myself into a mental trap. On one hand, my heart was broken and it was extremely hard to get over the fact that even though I hadn’t done anything wrong, somebody I was convinced would stick by my side chose to hurt me when I was least expecting it. I began to distrust people and alienate them as an impact. Lots of good, kind friends were lost. Romantic and platonic connections that could have been beautiful if I had allowed someone past my suddenly very high walls never got a chance.

Second, my workplace and academic environment was choking me with monotony. There was no incentive – earlier, at least the ping of money credited into my bank account made me show up and put on a show, but now I didn’t even have that.

Third, and most disheartening of all, was nothing to look forward to for the rest of the year but this endless tunnel of having to stay home and study for exams that were in November. I felt handcuffed all times of every day. The only momentary happiness I felt was when I was well sedated with alcohol or hanging out with two of my best friends, one of whom moved to London for the last year of his university and our conversations became limited to Facetime calls.

Writing got spotty because every time I opened a word document, this voice in my head would remind me that I needed to study. When I tried to study, I could never get enough done because I simply hated it. I fucking hated it all.

In April of 2018 I decided that if I kept going this way, I would send myself into chronic depression. I already felt like I was there – what with the self-imposed ban on writing. It made more sense to space out the papers, even if it took 6 months more than I had originally planned. At that point in my life, it didn’t seem like such a bad idea.

Giving 4 papers in November and 4 in May of 2019 meant I wouldn’t be pulling 16 hour days for 6 months. This way, I could balance my dislike for the subjects with allotting enough time for social outings and just being a normal 22 year old. But on 20th July, the results for everyone else’s exams came out.

I found a seething jealousy begin to build in my heart because the girls and boys who were my age were now done and would be embarking on the life that I would have to wait a year for. It consumed me. I couldn’t sleep at night. I screenshotted their marksheets and stared at them. I would check their facebook pages and compare every little detail of their lives to mine, causing my already fuelled inferiority complex to grow. I completely forgot that CA was not my gift, art was.

It felt as though I was standing in a room of overachievers holding bulky files of their accomplishments, and the only thing I had was a knack for poetry. Except, nobody CARES about your knack for poetry in the Chartered Accountancy world. No one gives a fuck if you can write. And so I felt like the biggest loser in the room.

I still do. It is October now, just days away from the exam, and even though my secret mission was always impossible, I was unwilling to accept it. Even if I was able to sit for 16 hours, even if I was able to study for all this time like everyone else probably had, I would never have been able to complete the course by January. This is not because I am dumb. It’s because I put myself into the wrong race and I’m trying to compete with people who are in love with what they do. Put me in a room of poets and I will outshine most of the room (or so I like to think).

But all these 5 years – and especially these last 5 months – have done for me is cause my brain to believe its inferiority. Everyone else my age has either graduated from university, or is months away from getting a well paying job. Their lives are starting to bloom, while mine just looks dark till May of 2019. Till July, in fact, because that’s when results come out.

I am handcuffed to my identity, to this city, to my mediocrity, to my parent’s supporting me financially for the next 8 months, with absolutely no way out. I have no space for writing. I have nobody to call my own that doesn’t live oceans away.

I wanted to be great at something. I wanted to be doing well in at least one thing, you know? But it seems impossible now. I am not good at anything. I feel mediocre at best.

The voice in my head does not fail to remind me that I am standing in a room where nobody sees me as competition or a threat. That they never will. Accept it, she says to me incessantly, you are average. You will always be average.

What do you do when your self belief in your own failure is so deep rooted, your brain is mocking you constantly? How do you fight your own mind?

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adventuresintraumaland · 7 years ago

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Four years in // Deep in the Forest

People keep asking me how many years I’ve been a nurse and I have to keep doing the math because I can’t believe its been almost four years. Five years since like such a long time!! It is nice that my patients seem impressed when I tell them. I guess I’m stepping into the territory of actually “knowing what I’m doing”. Which is totally a lie… because I still feel like I have no clue most days.

I got a practicum student in January this year. She’s in her last semester of nursing school and wants to be a Labor and Delivery nurse and eventually a CNM. She reminds me of me. The only reason I went to nursing school was because it was a stepping-stone on the way to being a CNM. Your BSN is required to get an MSN or DNP. Of course, here I am four years later with very little desire to go back to school. Maybe that will change eventually. (Who am I kidding it changed almost monthly already). But anyway I keep wondering out loud why in the world they’re trusting me to train someone? Particularly a nursing student. I mean, don’t get me wrong we’ve all been there but I was always amazed by how much shit I didn’t know. But maybe this is safer for a first orientee. I don’t know. Most days I’m still shocked I have a job at all.

Anyway… four years in and I feel like I am deep in the forest now. No sight of the path that led me here and no sight of a way out. It’s dark because of the thick trees and some days I can’t even see the sky, much less the path in front of me.

I never reached the spot around year two or three when apparently nurses start to get cocky and think they know everything. I still feel scared shitless often. Maybe it’s the nature of L&D and how high stakes it is. Maybe it’s the fact that things can go downhill very quickly. I feel like I never take things for granted… and I still ask for help often.

I am enjoying settling in to working in one place and one unit after almost two years. That is a level of comfort I haven’t felt before. I know where most everything is and can help others find stuff. I love the people I work with, from the midwives to MDs to fellow nurses and techs. We get along well and hang out outside of work, we throw parties at work for holidays and birthdays and baby showers. One of our beloved MDs is coming back from a leave of absence and we’re celebrating with a self-serve candy bar for him because he loves candy!

I love working with nurses who I know have my back at all times and pretty much all the time people volunteer to help me before I even ask. My manager is wonderful and supportive. I know she has our back and some of the dumb policy things that she’s pushing I know are just being pushed by upper management. People so far removed from the bedside they must not remember what its like.

My patients are generally lovely people and I love getting to have a birthday party with them every day.

I finally see how the “skills” part of nursing starts to fade away. I don’t even think about it most of the time. The lab draws, IVs, cervical exams, monitor placement, etc, etc. It has all become almost second nature. Do I still miss IVs every now and then? Of course. We all have our off days. And damn some days I can’t hit the broad side of a barn with an IV. But I seem to be pretty good at IVs and even able to get some tricky ones when people ask me for help. I’m honestly not sure how that happened because I used to hate doing IVs soooooo much.

I feel like my providers trust me. They’ve seen my face enough to know who I am and that I usually know what I’m doing. And sometimes I even know better than them what’s going on with my patient. Just by being present with a person for 12 hours you start to learn the way they are and the providers don’t usually get that benefit since they’re juggling 2-6+ other laboring patients a day. Maybe my nursing intuition is getting better or maybe I’m just starting to really know the labor process. Whatever it is, I’ll take it.

I contemplated getting my RN-C this year but I found out I don’t get an hourly pay bump from having it… So I’m holding off on that for now. I would love to do it eventually but I just don’t feel the urge right now. Other than that I’m just keeping up my NRP, ACLS and BLS certifications. Although I’m not looking forward to that ACLS recert this spring.

Nursing four years in is less of a struggle. Or at least less of an everyday struggle. Now the stuff that annoys me is upper management sticking their nose where it doesn’t belong and making rules on dumb stuff. I’m so sick and tired of the patient satisfaction movement. I’m tired of being kicked around and abused by some families. I’m struggling with the emotional side of nursing still and probably always will be.

I still haven’t ever figured out a way to reconcile the constant fear that I will make a mistake or miss something and someone will die. I know that that’s luckily pretty rare. But that thought haunts me. I’m still startled awake in the middle of the night wondering when I’ll get sued or taken to court over something I did or didn’t do. I don’t know how to reconcile that terror with doing my job.

Nursing is work and some days are more work than others.

#nursing #rn #nurse #my writing #4 years in #nursing anniversary #my words #survival tips #writing #labor and delivery #registered nurse #L&D

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oh-beyond · 7 years ago

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The Postman AU - Part 8

Your parents tried to have children for years… They were desperate to conceive a child, almost gave up on the idea, until finally your mother got pregnant with you.

Fragile child, born underweight and prematurely. You were the light of their eyes. Now you were a teenager and still treated you as if you were going to get broken. Homeschooled and trapped in your house. You didn’t need anything from the outside world.

Nothing. Until you saw the postman one day.

Postman AU/Angst/Fluff/Smut

Lay x reader

Masterlist

< Part 7 - Part 9 >

“It was selfish of me. It is my fault. How did I ever think that this could work? It’s not fair on you son.”

“It is! I love her! I didn-”

“Goodbye Yixing. You may keep your job in the post. I will make them re-hire you”

“But I can’t just leave. I can’t leave, I don’t want anything, just don’t take her away from me.”

“This... what happened. She isn’t like any girl you might of known before.” Whispered your father defeated.

“I never knew any other girl.” That caught your father’s attention. “Yes! At my age. Please blame my inexperience, I didn’t mean t-”

“You do realise how uncomfortable this conversation is, do you?” Queried your father not expecting an aster from Yixing.

“Are you still here? What are you doing here? Yeobo, kick him out before I murder him right here.” Threatened your mother.

“Samo-nim, if you please just le-” but Yixing was interrupted with the biggest slap he’s ever had the bad luck to receive. The impact was so big that he almost fell.

You father held your mother’s hands and motioned to Yixing to go for now. Yixing bowed feeling his tears on his hot cheek that stung in so many levels. Physically and emotionally he was ruined.

His legs didn’t really carry him well. What was this heavy feeling in his chest? Was this really it? The end?

With difficulty he went down the stairs, he noticed how his hand shook as he turned the main door’s doorknob to leave. He saw Junmyeon leaning on the car while he talked on the phone. When Junmyeon saw him he placed his phone on his pocket and ran towards Yixing.

“Hey! Hey hey! Yixing? What’s wrong with you? You look almost paler than me, apart from that nasty cheek!” Junmyeon tried joking the situation out. “Are you alright?” He asked hooking his arm with Yixing’s.

“Jun- Jun- she...”

“Let’s go home. You are coming with me Xing.”

On their way back Yixing tried to suppress his tears but he couldn’t. As tears went down drawing lines on his burning cheek it reminded him of the reason. He wished to rewind... the ability of rewinding just 24 hours back. None of this would of happened now aware a 100% of the situation.

“Yixing it’s OK.” Affirmed Junmyeon.

“It’s not OK, I almost killed her because I am apparently a pig that cannot control himself, also her parents hate me and they now what happened, also the engagement if broken off. Junmyeon- I- I want to die.” Yixing’s voice was breaking.

“Alright Yixing, so she didn’t die, you are not a pig, and I know they cannot just break it off, both of you are adult-”

“She is 17!”

“She will be 18 in what? 3 months?”

“Eight!” Exclaimed Yixing.

“Well damn! I didn’t know, but like OK still. You are worrying too much, you should focus in your exams.”

“I will not continue, Moon Changwook just told me I could keep my job at the post office.”

“I will pay your tuition, you are not quitting! Not now that you finally are doing what you li-”

“Junmyeon I am not. I will go back to my mother. I just hope ___ can forgive me one day.”

“Bullshit Zhang Yixing. You cannot just leave. Is that how you love ___?”

Yixing burst into tears, he was weeping at this stage, so much so that Junmyeon was worried, he questioned whether to stop the car and give Yixing a hug.

“Yah! Yixing! What the fuck man!? Since when are you this weak?”

“I lost her Junmyeon. I lost her because I-”

“Nonsense! Let’s just calm down for now and think of how to fix this.”

*****

Nothing was done other than re-reading your text conversations you had... He read and reread them day and night. Junmyeon tried to get Yixing out of bed but it was impossible. In the end and after 2 days Junmyeon gave up and thought that it would be better if Yixing got out of it alone and whenever he was ready.

This time Yixing didn’t even have the will to visit your dad like last time. He knew that he was no longer welcomed. He wanted to keep a good image at least with your dad that seemed to be more understanding than you mother when it came to you.

But he was going insane, when his eyes closed and when his eyes opened your image accompanied him everywhere he went and in everything he did. He was done waiting, he couldn’t anymore, at least he needed to make sure you were alright. What if you were really sick? What if what happened between you was actually the new reason for a new sickness? He was thinking incoherently, as if he never studied medicine himself.

But what if... what if you were dying because you had sex with him?

*****

“What do you mean doctor?” Asked your father puzzled.

“What you heard, she is doing better. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with her apart from being weak, and that, she’s been her whole life, so nothing new, but her hormones... everything is better. It was about time that she started to live a normal life, and... that boy is actually good for her.” Replied the doctor with a smile looking at your parents in the eye.

“So you are telling me that all them bruises and scratches that animal did on my daughter’s sensitive skin, and the stage she came back in was beneficial?” You mother inquired through her teeth breathing loudly.

“No. Certainly I didn’t mean that, but... being sexually active is not bad for her, she might seem young, but it’s normal and it definitely improved other things. I guess the boy was inexperienced that is ju-”

“Enough doctor,” interrupted your father “we got the message. Thanks for coming.”

It was true, everything was better, even your hormonal issues went to almost normal, it was just that fever that accompanied you always but nothing to do with Yixing.

It was very disturbing for your mother, she just didn’t want to hear that anything good came from Yixing, she thought she had gotten rid of him, but it seemed that sooner rather than later there will be another encounter.

The doctor left and your parents sat next to you, in silence, avoiding looking at each other, just looking at your innocent face that slept soundly.

“You know we have to do something about this Marie.” Said your father calmly looking at you.

“I hate him.”

“That is not coherent, you hate him, but ___ doesn’t. He’s done nothing wrong.” Your father made eye contact with your mother this time.

“The bruises that decorated your daughter’s skin says otherwise.”

“Marie please! I am trying to conduct a conversation here.” Your father’s voice raised making you open your eyes slightly.

“Appa.”

“Yes baby.”

“I want to see Yixing please. Please he must be so worried, I know he can’t handle being away from me. Why are you doing this to us? Appa, please.” You cried and gathered some strength to actually sit up.

Your mother was heart broken watching you beg your dad and not her, she felt that she was the reason of your misery.

“___ baby, it’s not that easy, he... he didn’t... he promised-”

“Please, I am sorry I am responsible for what happened, he didn’t want to.” You pleaded.

Your mother scoffed and stood up. “Yeah he couldn’t control himself, animal! He is just a filthy animal.” When the words left your mother’s mouth she almost regretted it immediately, but she was too stubborn to recognise it.

You started crying bringing your knees to your chest. “I just want to see him, please, I need him to know I am alright.” You voice sounded muffled as your face buried between your knees.

“Try to relax now. We will see what we can do.”

“Promise appa?”

“I promise honey, you are the most important thing in the world to me.”

Your dad kissed your forehead before tugging you again, the smile you gave as you closed your eyes, he somehow hoped your mother would see it. See how Yixing was the source of happiness they would never be able to provide to you, no money and no parental protection would ever replace Zhang Yixing.

*****

“It’s been a week, and all you’ve done is clean my apartment that doesn’t need cleaning.” Thundered Junmyeon watching Yixing as he ironed his shirts. “And that too, why are you ironing my shirts? I don’t want you to do that Yixing!”

“I want to feel useful, but you are right, I guess I should go back to my place.” Murmured Yixing looking down unplugging the iron.

“NO! Man you are not leaving until I see you are better. I want you to go back to your lectures.”

“We’ve talked about this, I will not do it. If I was studying before it was for ___.”

“And being a nobody is going to make ___ happy?” That came out way too harshly, Junmyeon didn’t mean it in that way and he realised late.

“All professions are something Kim Junmyeon.”

“Yixing wait! Wait man I didn’t mean it like that. Of course they are, and you know how much I love Baekhyun, he is cut for what he is, but you... you are a doctor. You were born to be one.” Junmyeon held Yixing’s shoulders as he tried reasoning with him.

“No I am not.” Cautioned Yixing removing his friend’s hands off his shoulders. “I have been a pain and I think I should go back home, I am doing better trust me.”

“Alright then, you are doing better so let’s celebrate.” Suggested Junmyeon.

“Sure Junmyeon.” Voiced Yixing as he moved to collect his belongings.

“No, I am serious, you know Luhan is in town again, he is staying at Minseok’s, and so let’s go for a couple of drinks. I’ll tell Baekhyun. Chanyeol will come I am sure Jongdae will join, it’s been long since we last met them. It will be great.”

“Not my thing Myeon-ah.”

“You are doing what I am ordering you to do because you owe me that much. Understood?” Junmyeon spoke knitting his eyebrows.

Yixing had no other option but to accept defeated.

Junmyeon insisted in dressing Yixing again, his suit pants ran a bit short but it was fashionable these days to show your ankles.

“I love you Yixing, you were born to look this luxurious.” Joked Junmyeon dusting Yixing’s shoulders smiling dumbly.

“Alright, thanks, let’s get this thing over with.”

“If you don’t make an effort to look like you are doing better and convince me then you will have to spend the rest of your life with me until you are alright again my friend.” Threatened Junmyeon making Yixing shake his head in discontent. “Don’t you want to spend some time with your friends? Don’t you miss us hanging out like we used to?”

“I do miss the guys, but we have grown up and your ways are not my ways, we are not children anymore and your interests are not mine.”

“Have some fun Yixing, live a little.”

“All I want is ___, you think I didn’t live because I never got drunk or slept with a 100 girls. Well I say you didn't live because you’ve never fallen in love Junmyeon.” Yixing surprised himself when his voice came out a little higher than intended.

“Checkmate Dr. Zhang, you are absolutely right, but for me.” Junmyeon embraced Yixing into a caring hug, “for me just try to enjoy yourself with us today, then we will sit down and try to figure out how to fix this, now that you actually decided to get out of the house. It’s a good start.”

Yixing corresponded the hug smiling. “Thanks Junmyeon, now let’s go have some fun.”

Junmyeon collected Baekhyun and Chnayeol on their way to the club where they were to meet Luhan, Minseok and Jongdae.

The guys were happy to see Yixing all dressed and looking forward to forget about his life issues momentarily, Baekhyun kept telling him how the place they were heading could make any man forget about anything and everything.

And he wasn’t lying, it was like entering hell itself, the way the bouncers made way for Junmyeon without having to wait in the queue and the way the crowd almost stopped doing anything they were doing watching the 4 elegant men make their way through the purple dim lit posh place made Yixing think how naive and ignorant he’s been all this time, places like this existed?

“Relax man.” Joked Chanyeol patting Yixing’s back making him walk a bit faster as his eyes couldn’t take the view all in one go.

The high ceilings and the crystal chandeliers, the decorations that looked as if almost everything was made out of glass, even the bar and the Champagne fountain. Making calculations of the money that was spent in building such a place or the jewellery that adorned the women’s necks and fingers. That is the way Yixing was looking at everything and everyone.

“Yixing you look like we have just kidnapped you from a school, relax your shoulders.” Baekhyun jested loving that his most righteous friend had finally decided on a fun night out.

“Oh there they are!” Announced Junmyeon finally spotting Minseok and Chen in the VIP booth that looked at if it suspended in the air, it’s flooring made out of glass too.

“But how- how is that... the booth it’s...” Yixing asked confused pointing with his finger at were Minseok and Jongdae stood leaning of the rail.

“It’s hanging Yixing, look see?” Junmyeon explained. “Come on, the view from up there is even better.”

Yixing followed his friends finally greeting Minseok and Jongdae who were delighted to see him after so long.

“Fucker how are you this good looking still?”

“Minseok hyung you look good too.” Replied Yixing shyly.

“But where is Luh-” Junmyeon cut himself when he looked further inside the booth, Luhan wasn’t waisting his time.

“He said he’s been working a lot lately and Korean girls are his favourite.” Replied Jongdae cheekily explaining why Luhan was being straddled by an impressive looking girl on the long couch.

“Hey Luhan! Yixing is here man!”

Luhan pulled away from that kiss that looked endless rubbing his swollen lips smiling at the guys, he asked the girl to move and he came to greet Yixing that he missed the most.

They spoke in Mandarin as the guys eyed the girl than sat in the white velvet couch waiting for her manly man to come back.

“Yah Lu, your whole face is covered in lipstick.”

“Damn it! I told her not to- but... Anyways Yixing so how is that I see you in a place like this?” Teased Luhan.

“I don’t even know myself, I guess I missed you too much that I made some sacrifices.” Exclaimed Yixing.

“We shall make this night unforgettable.”

It was a mistake for sure, soon the guys found company and even Junmyeon got distracted getting lucky with 2 ladies at the same time, he couldn’t form words as his crotch was being touched by a girl while the other kissed his neck. Yixing just wanted to go home but the choice and assortment of colourful bottles that looked like they could wipe any problem were too inviting not to try out.

He clicked his fingers and the bartender that also was a very attractive female leaned over smiling. “Yes? What can I get you?”

“I have no clue what you can get me, but surprise me with something heavy and not too bitter.”

“Not a drinker I take it, but want to forget.” She winked.

“Precisely, I don’t know what you are going to give me but please make it strong and straight to the point were I could pass out, that way we will go home earlier and maybe sleep tonight.”

The girl nodded mixing an series of liquids. “Pity, you look like you could have some fun without this stuff.” She chanted shaking the cocktail shaker.

“Not interested in anything that is not forgetting, please just-”

“Here it is.” She poured a blue substance into a glass with ice.

It burned as it went down his throat, tears forming while remembering everything that had happened between you two, almost feeling your skin under his fingertips. The same skin he would never be able to touch anymore.

“Another one.” He demanded.

“It’s quite heavy, I made it so you have one of those and you are served for the night.”

“Another one!” He cried slamming his hand on the bar.

She didn’t argue and by his third one he was just repeating your name, thinking to himself how good would it be to see you about... right now.

“Whoah there buddy? Where are you going?” Asked Baekhyun straightening Yixing.

“Pee, I need to pee or I’ll do it right here.” Yixing sounded funny, like he’s never heard him before.

“No no man you go, but need help?”

“With what? Getting my ding dong out and-”

“OK hyung! Never mind, geez...” Retorted Baekhyun.

Yixing walked with difficulty and Junmyeon noticed that Yixing was definitely drunk already, Baekhyun motioned with his hand that he was just heading to the toilet so Junmyeon relaxed in his seat letting the ladies continue their treatment on his needy muscles.

As soon as Yixing was downstairs he headed to the door and without much effort he found a VIP taxi ready to take him wherever he asked.

It took what it seemed like 2 seconds.

“Sir! Sir we have arrived, if this is the house you indicated.”

Yixing raised himself and finally smiled when he recognised the fence that surrounded your house, he smiled like dumbly and without thinking he opened the door of the taxi.

“Sir! Wait! I can drive you inside.”

Yixing sat back in his seat while the driver pressed the intercom button to be let inside.

“Sir are you sure there are people in the house?”

Yixing panicked, what if you had moved? A rush of soberness took over him.

“Try again! They are home!”

But nothing...

Yixing got desperate and went out of the car, he held onto the fence crying like a baby.

“Sir? Would you like me to take you somewhere else?”

Yixing noticed a light turning on the kitchen where you used to meet.

“There are here!” He shouted.

“Who is this?” Yixing recognised Hyunsung ajeossi’s voice through the intercom.

“Ajeossi! It’s me! It’s me Yixing!”

He opened the gate without hesitation, even though all the house workers knew that he was no longer part of your future, nonetheless they all loved him. Hyunsung noticed Yixing’s drunken voice and the urge to help him took over his actions.

When the gates opened Yixing tried running inside but he tripped on his own feet meeting the ground.

“Sir! Are you alright?” The diver asked alarmed when he saw blood on Yixing’s mouth as he turned over.

“I am, I just bit myself.” Laughed Yixing as if nothing.

The taxi driver helped him on his feet sitting him back in the vehicle. Yixing had started a nervous crying, he was excited but he knew that this would only bring him more trouble, now looking the way he looked, blood covering his mouth and jaw, drunk like a skunk... he didn’t care, he just wanted to see you at all costs.

Hyunsung was standing waiting for the taxi to come his way, he was trying to motion with his hands to drive slower, fearing to wake your parents.

Yixing opened the door of the car while still moving, the taxi driver was loosing his patience.

“Yixing son! What are you doing here?”

“I just want to see her, one last time, please!” He drunkly affirmed walking towards the door, but Hyunsung stopped him.

“Can I get paid and leave?” Asked the taxi driver pissed.

Hyunsung fished Yixing’s wallet from his back pocket while he tried to steady him. “How much do we owe you?”

“₩20,000.”

“Wow, quite pricey!”

“Well... I need to clean the mess your buddy here has done, besides this is a VIP taxi.”

“Sure... well you will have to wait here because we don’t have enough. Come on Yixing son, stay quiet in the kitchen while I get the money.” Advised Hyunsung throwing Yixing’s arm around his neck walking inside.

Once inside he sat him down shushing him before he went to get the taxi fare, Yixng leaned on the table, he was still sobbing and of course the rest of the house would hear him any moment.

“Yixing son please, stop! Sajang-nim is here and if he hears you... I’ll go pay the taxi now please stay quiet.”

Hyunsung paid the taxi driver and came back.

“Come let me see your injuries” He said lifting Yixing’s face. “Nothing major I see you might of bitten your lip a bit harshly. I will clean you and offer you a glass of water and then you should call your friends to collect you. I can do nothing more.”

“___! I want to see ___!”

“Yixing!” Whisper-shouted Hyunsung. “This so unlike so you Yixing, don’t make me regret opening the door for you, I will get in big trouble.”

At that very moment they heard the door of the kitchen opening and your dad tying up his robe, his facial expression unreadable.

“What is all this?”

“Sajang-nim, I am sorry, I just had to see what the matter was with Yixing.”

“It’s almost 1 AM.” Said your father not very happy.

Yixing stood up and went on his knees, he kneeled to the floor grabbing your dad’s feet crying desperately. “Please, just let me see her, I will leave after, I will leave forever, but I need to see her.”

Your father bent down patting on Yixing’s shoulder. “Stand Up!” He demanded firmly cutting Yixing’s sobs making him raise his head meeting your father’s eyes. “Don’t you ever act this weak ever again! You hear me Zhang Yixing?!”

Yixing nodded his eyes doubling in size, he knew he’d gone too far and then his tears started flowing again sounding like a desperate little girl crouching on the floor.

“Hyunsung thanks, you may go back to bed I will take it from here.”

Once alone, your father patted on Yixing’s back. “Now stop it!”

“And so you will let me see her? Please, please I will do anything.”

“You are drunk and you are hurt somewhere, I really don’t know how you thought doing something like this would make me let you see ___.”

As your father kept speaking Yixing stomach flipped and your father saw it coming, he pulled Yixing just in time guiding him to the small toilet, Yixing vomited inside the toilet bowl as your father held his head still until he was done.

“What have you drank there son? You are one of those people that drink till they get to this stage? What else I didn't see? It’s like you are this person I don’t know and trusted and...”

Yixng leaned on the basin looking down, he’s somehow sobered, even though he was still dizzy and didn’t know how he got there. If he had a chance before, he’s blowed all his chances now. He saw your father’s hand opening the tap bringing his head down and forcing it under the ice cold water to run on his head.

“Wash and call Junmyeon to collect you. I’ll go make you some coffee.”

Yixing washed his face trying not to cry, he willed himself to swallow his tears but as his knees shook and his mind started coming back to him he felt worst than before drinking. Here he was, at your home, creating a scene, vomiting and definitely the in the worst shape he’s ever been exposed in front of your father. What else could go wrong?

He washed his face and dried his hair with the towel realising there was a female voice talking to your father, of course it was his worst nightmare your mother. He fixed his har and tried to clean the blood stains from his shirt, he opened the door walking outside realising he couldn’t walk properly. He cleared his throat and made his way to were they were standing next to the coffee machine.

“Oh look there he is, the filthy rat that that dares coming here looking like the beggar he is, drunk and creating a scene. How dare you coming here in the middle of the night-”

“Marie! Enough.” He shut her and proceeded in offering a cup to Yixing. “Here son, drink it all it’s a double shot of espresso, it should help.”

Yixing nodded taking the cup and drinking it in one go, he set it in the table never making eye contact with any of them.

“Right so what are you waiting for? We have been way to nice to you. Now fucking call someone to collect you! No! Where is Hyunsung? Let him drop him out of here!” Your mother’s tone getting louder.

Yixing took his phone out and searched for Junmyeon’s phone number, he just needed to press but he sighed and looked up meeting your parents gazes, your father’s gentle and worried completely the opposite to your mother’s. He chew on the inside of his cheek trying to speak but deciding against it, the alcohol still very present in his system. He swallowed and looked at his phone again not wanting to call Junmyeon. Not just yet.

“What are you fucking waiting for? Give me that phone!”

“Marie please, let him speak.” You father turned to Yixing again. “Son you want to say something?”

“I- I- sajang-nim... while I am here... maybe...”

Your mother walked towards Yixing and poked on his chest with her pointer finger. “You-are-never-going-to-see-her-again!” She was walking making him walk backwards. “UNDERSTOOD?”

With that last comment Yixing tripped over falling backwards banging his head on the hard flooring of the kitchen.

“Marie! Marie move away! What are you doing?” Shouted your father going on his knees. “Yixing! Yixing?” Called your father desperately shaking Yixing’s shoulders.

“Did he die? Why isn’t he responding?” Asked your mother coldly.

“Hyunsung! Hyunsung!” Exclaimed your father as he patted on Yixing’s cheeks gently to make him regain consciousness.

“Yes sajang-nim!”

“Pick him up and take him to the guest’s room upstairs!”

“What? No! Call his fried and ask him for his address so Hyunsung can dump him there” Suggested your mother.

“If you don’t shut up Marie you will be the one leaving this house.” Concluded your father following Hyunsung that carried Yixing upstairs.

She was left speechless, she scoffed and looked at the ceiling not believing what she heard, her beloved Changwook, speaking to her the way he did in front of the driver... She leaned on the kitchen counter thinking she was loosing territory, that this will definitely play against her cause. She looked at the floor and noticed a small stain of blood knowing exactly that it must of been from Yixing’s head. She swallowed thickly and suddenly she felt this feeling she never thought she would.

Worry.

Genuine worry for the boy that was causing her nightmares... But also the reason of your ultimate happiness.

Your happiness.

Your happiness that she had just caused him an injury in his head.

She ran outside the kitchen and went straight to the visitor’s room upstairs hearing your father giving commands to Hyunsung. She held her breath sinking her nails on the wall behind her. She took a deep breath before peeking inside the room watching your father carefully undress Yixing.

“I- I think his head...” she whispered opening the door.

Your father turned to see your mother standing at the door. “His head?”

“There was blood in the floor.”

Your father checked and indeed saw a small cut. “Oh my god! Call the doctor Marie don’t just stand there!”

You woke up when you heard a car pulling over in the driveway of your house, the reflexion of the headlights on the ceiling of your room. You were cold, cold and your heart stung more than usual.

“Thanks doctor for coming.” You heard your father say.

Your doctor was there? But why? You haven’t complained about anything unusual to have him coming this late at night, and your parents weren’t even near you.

You shoved the duvet aside and tiptoed your way to your door peeking outside, the corridor of your house was very long but you recognised your mother standing outside the visitor’s room, she looked uneasy, not in her usual self, not for something not related to your health.

A couple of minutes later your father and your doctor appeared, your father looking angry and not wanting to look at your other. What was happening?

Your father proceeded in guiding the doctor to his office and your mother followed them quietly. When they closed the door you found the opportunity to sneak in that room. You put your robe on and tiptoed your way to see that mysterious visitor.

Could it be? But why would he...

You pushed the door open and you saw Yixing lying down in the bed covered with a thin sheet, his cheeks rosey and you just couldn’t believe what he was doing there and why he looked the way he looked.

You heard the door of your father’s office opening and as an instinct you entered the visitor’s room and locked it behind you leaning on the door, your breath getting laboured not knowing what to do.

You heard footsteps and the doorknob of the room moving trying to enter.

“It’s locked!” Exclaimed your father form outside.

“How? I didn’t lock it!” Said your mother.

“___? Are you there?”

“What happened to him?” You inquired from behind the door.

“Open the door honey.”

“No! Tell me why is he here looking like this?”

“He is alright he just fell and fainted.” Affirmed your father still trying to open the door.

“I will take care of him leave us alone.” You plainly stated.

“___! Open the door!” Your mother’s firm voice.

“NO!”

“Leave her Marie, leave them alone.”

When you heard your father’s gentle voice suggesting to leave you alone you gained more courage and ignored them. You turned to Yixing untying your robe and without thinking it twice you got under the covers with Yixing. You cupped his face and kissed his cheeks looking at him and caressing his forehead before resting your head on his chest, forcing his lifeless arm to wrap around you.

“What have they done to you? Tell me what happened? Oppa tell me! Open your eyes!” You pleaded burying your face on his chest, your hand caressing his bare chest. “I missed you you know? Like I think really nothing is worth it if you aren’t near me. Don’t leave me, let’s escape, let’s go to China, I would love to meet your mom, I will make you happy I promise!”

Your parents heard you and they knew that it was going to be stupid trying to separate you from him.

You looked up again and now you kissed his lips slowly running your fingers through his hair, you then noticed a dressing on his head worrying you more. “Yixing oppa, I will get mad if you don’t open your eyes again. Please tell me you are alright.”

You then felt his arms wrapping around your waist, a smile drawing on his face. “Aren’t you supposed to keep kissing me until I open my eyes m’lady?”

“Oppa~~~ oppa!”

“Kiss here.” He pointed with his index finger at his lips.

You smiled and lowered yourself brushing your lips against his, your eyes wide open.

“Your kiss is so bad, I guess I will faint again until you kiss me properly.” He teased speaking in your mouth.

“Oppa!”

Yixing flipped you over forcing your mouth open, he tasted funny but you let him lead you. “I missed you my beautiful butterfly.”

His hand already at your centre making you gasp, his hard erection poking your thigh. How did all this escalate so quick? Wasn’t he just unconscious? He was acting weird, he wasn’t himself...

“Oppa?”

“What? Don’t you miss me?”

“I do but, you smell funny, and your mouth...” You tried straightening yourself but he pulled you back down now him straddling you looking at your innocent expectant expression. “Oppa?”

“___, I am drunk, I am sorry.” He sat back on the bed covering his face with his hands.

“It doesn’t matter, you are here with me, and my parents know, and I am going to spend the night with you on this bed, let’s cuddle till you sober up.”

You pulled his arm and placed your head back on his chest kissing his soft skin. He kissed the crown of your head and fell heavily asleep in less than 2 minutes.

*****

Yixing opened his eyes and found you cuddled up on his chest, your legs curled up with his and the biggest headache he’s ever had the bad luck to experience present.

*Knock on the door*

__________________________

A/N: Long overdue, drama far from over.

Thanks for reading, feedback always welcomed ^_^

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imaginekpoplikethis · 7 years ago

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Mixing It Up - Troublemaker! Min Yoongi X Reader - Part 4

Oh my gosh an actual update

Okay so my idiotic self thought that when college started again, I’d be able to keep up with my work and stories. How wrong I was. I’ve mentioned many times that I’ll attempt to resume my original pace but I don’t know if that will be possible. I’m hoping within the next week or two I can but because final exams are this year it may be unlikely. I’ll just have to stop wasting time on useless stuff and spend said time on writing. Please bare with me.

Preview Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 - Here Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 - Final

During lunch, you spent your time glaring holes into Yoongi's head. He noticed five minutes in and returned your glare yet that didn't stop you from deepening your scowl. You should have known he wouldn't care about your reputation and school records being ruined. He's Min Yoongi, notorious for being a troublemaker.

You felt fingers pry your now squashed water bottle from your grip and only then did you come to your senses.

"Hey, you don't actually know if Yoongi was responsible. He never admitted it." Suhyun placed the bottle beside her before directing her expectant gaze at you.

"And he never denied it either. It makes sense that he would be the cause of this mess. All he's done since I've met him is harass me."

She took a moment to think about the previous weeks before she nodded her head in agreement.

“Fair enough... but you know what they say. When someone teases you, it usually means they like you.”

She was greeted with a scoff.

“I’m pretty sure I said ‘harass’ not ‘tease’.”

“Same thing for Min Yoongi.”

At this point Mi-Rae decided to join your table, settling beside Suhyun. She gave you both a small smile as a greeting and proceeded to chew on her food.

“Hey Mi-Rae. Haven’t seen you around in a while.” It was true. Mi-Rae seemed to disappear often recently leaving you with no clue as to where she was.

“Oh, really? Well I’ve just been about.” You paid no mind to her vague answer and stood from your seat.

“I hate to say this since you just got here but I need to go. If I start cleaning the class now, I won’t have to spend so long after school.” Both girls nodded in understanding and you took that as your cue to tidy up your lunch, heading straight for your classroom after.

Ten minutes later, you were scrubbing at the teachers desk, hoping to remove at least a little bit of the black marker left on it. You had to admit that some of the comments left on the desks were quite amusing. The typical ‘he likes her’ was one you came across more times than you would have expected.

Your thoughts drifted back to that morning. To do this much damage the culprit would have had to have arrived early in the morning. It wasn’t something that could be done in a mere hour. You suspected maybe two and a half to three hours were spent on this mess.

“What kind of sad life does Yoongi have to be spending this much time drawing on desks?” As you mentioned his name, your scrubbing became more aggressive as you absentmindedly read the sentence.

“‘It was Min Yoongi... he’s a pyromaniac?’” You stared blankly at the writing, not able to process what it had said. It was only when the lunch bell rang and students began to file into the class where you realized what they had been implying. You quickly moved to cover the writing, although it was probably useless as everyone had already read a majority of the writing that morning.

That didn’t stop you from quickening your cleaning and you wiped with such ferocity that the only remains were a faint pen mark.

So the culprit was not Yoongi.

You felt the weight on your chest lighten a bit with that thought.

Still... who would call him a pyromaniac? You had no doubt in your mind they were trying to make a link between Yoongi and the school fire.

Although you too had initially believed he had something to do with it, the time you had spent getting to know him and how he worked made you have second thoughts on the real culprit.

Even if Yoongi was a pyromaniac, there was no evidence yet to suggest he was behind it and you hoped it stayed that way.

Being lost in your thoughts, you were only pulled out of them when your class’ teacher entered the room. Greeting your teacher, you took your seat, letting your thoughts wander again.

Apologising to Yoongi was a given. You had unnecessarily flipped out at him and he had just taken it, surprisingly. You half expected him to drop kick you or something but he just seemed offended that you of all people would accuse him.

Maybe you were getting through to him more than you thought.

That same day you had decided to visit the bubble tea café by yourself. Suhyun offered to go with you but you simply denied her offer, explaining you needed time to think about how to approach your dilemma. You were quite stubborn so you found it hard to face it head on. You could practically feel the embarrassment that was sure to come with your apology. You had acted out of order.

Sipping on your usual drink, you blankly stared out of the front window. Within the next few moments, Yoongi appeared in front of you, shooting you an apathetic look. Almost choking on your drink, you shot up off your seat and all but sprinted out of the shop after him. He seemed to hear you coming as he spun around, raising an eyebrow.

“Are you hot but bitchy Y/N or cute detective?”

A smile almost spread across your lips, keyword almost. That didn’t stop the faint pink from dusting your cheeks, however.

“Neither, just me although I’m not that great...” You muttered the last part to yourself though Yoongi caught it.

“Well, you’re not as loud as Tae so that’s an automatic plus.” A chuckle escaped you before you turned serious, intent on getting back on Yoongi’s good side.

“Listen, I’m sorry for accusing you earlier on. That was so uncalled for.”

He just smirked at your words and shifted his weight back onto the balls of his feet.

“Wow. Screaming at me, sending me evil looks and then apologising all in under twenty four hours? That’s got to be a new record. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you couldn’t live with me hating your guts or something.”

You wanted to punch his smirk right off his face but you refrained from doing so. Maybe later. Yes, you didn’t just swallow your pride for nothing.

“Hellooo? Earth to Y/N? Do my words have that much of an effect on you?”

You shook your head, ridding it of the somewhat violent thoughts you were having.

“Something like that. But there is one more thing I need to ask you. I don’t know if it’s too personal but... do you by chance have an obsession with fire?”

A look of shock flashed on his face for a millisecond before his smirk returned.

“In other words ‘Are you a pyromaniac?’ That’s what you’re asking, right?”

A blunt nod was his reply.

“I personally don’t think so. I guess that’s what everyone labels me since I always carry fireworks and shit.”

Well that was somewhat unexpected.

“Fireworks?”

He didn’t reply but turned on his heel and set back on his way.

“I’ll explain that another time... see you later.”

You successfully delivered your apology albeit you were left a little confused. You ultimately decided it wasn’t something you should dwell on.

“At least that’s over and done with.”

You too set on your way home, all the while smiling to yourself over your success. You took a detour into a stationary shop as you realised you were running low on school supplies and selected your usual pens. Taking them towards the counter, you realised that Mi-Rae was before you, paying for her items.

“Hey, Mi-Rae. Running low too?” You gestured to the pack of markers the cashier was placing into a plastic bag along with notebooks and sticky notes. Your sudden appearance caused her to jump slightly before turning towards you and smiling kindly.

“Ah, yeah. I seem to find myself here often.” You nodded in understanding as she picked up her purchase and bid you a farewell.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Waving her off, you too paid for your items, thoughts drifting back to your deal with the principal.

It wasn’t Yoongi so that’s one suspect down. Lord knows how many to go.

The days seemed to fly by and before you knew it it had already been a month since the deal. You had long since cleaned the markings left inside the class though it had taken you more than a week. Whoever was the culprit didn’t think to give you any mercy as they went as far as scribbling inside lockers. You didn’t know what you were going to do once you found them but it definitely involved hurting them as much as they hurt you.

Your back, legs and arms were all sore from the constant switch in posture.

You hadn’t gotten any closer to finding the culprit with the month that went by and you were beginning to give up until you heard the latest gossip from none other than Suhyun.

“Guess what!? They know what cause the fire in their school.” You almost grabbed her by the collar, eager to know what had been the catalyst to the unexpected occurrence. That and you wanted to reassure yourself that it had nothing to do with Yoongi.

“Apparently, it was fireworks or something.” As if in cue, the speakers around the school boomed to life, the principals voice flowing out of them.

“Can Min Yoongi please make his way to my office. This is an urgent matter.”

Eyes widening, your head whipped around to watch Yoongi shove his hands into his pockets and stalk out of the lunch hall, a scowl present on his face. His friends all shared confused looks between each other and Jimin stood from the table, trailing after him.

“Wait-“ The hushed whispers that erupted from the students around you cut you off and you found yourself gritting your teeth in exasperation.

“I heard it was him...”

“It would make sense since he’s a pyromaniac.”

“What!? He’s a pyromaniac?”

“What’s that?”

“Are you stupid? It’s someone who is constantly setting fire for some kind of sick pleasure or relief.”

“Woah that’s scary! We’ve been attending school with a criminal!”

He hadn’t even been proven to be the cause of the fire and students were already labelling him a criminal. You wanted nothing more than to punch the obnoxious girl who screamed the last sentence but instead opted for slamming your hands down onto the table, gathering everyone’s attention. The hall grew relatively silent except from the few whispers bouncing around and your glare grew darker.

“Y-Y/N? Just ignore it and sit down.” Suhyuns panicked whisper did nothing to calm you down and instead you moved from your table, raising your voice so you could be heard by the majority of students.

“Ah, I hate ignorant comments! It’s sad that you have to feed off creating rumours like this. Criminal? Cut it out with that kind of bullshit, you just sound like an air headed idiot.”

With that, you stormed out of the hall, the silence following you.

You just hoped that wasn’t all in vain and Yoongi really wasn’t a criminal.

Yoongi never returned to class. You were sent on an errand to said boys class and you couldn’t help but scope the class for him but to no avail. He was nowhere to be seen.

When school finally ended, you caught up with Jimin on his way out of school.

“Jimin! Er... what happened with Yoongi?” A crestfallen expression fell on his face and he sighed.

“They say they caught him on tape with fireworks right before the fire started...”

Your heart dropped at this.

“So that means...”

“I guess it means he’s going to get in a heck of a lot of trouble but I don’t get it... that day he said he was called into a classroom by someone. The same class the fire started. Sure, he had fireworks on him but they were meant for when we hung out later on.”

“You don’t think he done it?”

Jimin’s immediate response was a shake of his head, orange hair bouncing with the movement.

“I believe he didn’t. Sure, he’s not the best student but setting a class on fire is too much, even for him. If it was his fireworks maybe he didn’t mean it? Do you believe he did it?”

You didn’t need to ponder over his question. Your answer came straight away.

“Nope. Not in a million years. I don’t know Yoongi that well but he’s not as bad as everyone makes him out to be. Although I did think he was before I met him...”

Either Jimin didn’t hear you mutter your last sentence or he chose to ignore it because he didn’t reply.

“Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow Jimin. I’ll... I’ll try and figure out a way to get Yoongi out of this. I don’t know if you’ve heard but I’m kind of playing detective now.”

“Yoongi mentioned something about that a few weeks ago. But thank you for your help and concern. We appreciate it, especially Yoongi.”

You shot him a sympathetic smile before leaving the school gates.

So basically, once again, someone innocent was being blamed for something they didn’t do. It just so happened to be Yoongi this time and not you.

You were definitely going to help as much as you can. It was the least you could do since your apology did not seem sincere enough to you.

Jimin watched the retreating form of Y/N, smiling slightly at her worry.

“Gosh Yoongi... you’re lucky to have her care about you that much.”

“I am aren’t I?”

Yoongi’s arm wrapped around Jimin’s shoulders making said boy jump before he placed a hand over his racing heart.

“Hey! Don’t do that! Are you trying to make my heart stop?!”

“You’re just a scaredy cat. Even Taehyung doesn’t react that way.”

He pouted in slight annoyance whilst Yoongi took a few steps forward.

“She may even care too much. I might hurt her...”

He stood in silence before motioning towards the schools entrance.

“You coming?”

Yoongi began on his way again as Jimin nodded his head, jogging to catch up with his fast pace.

You’re incapable of hurting her Yoongi. Not everything you come to love will break so easily.

Jimin kept his thoughts to himself.

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emperor-lover · 7 years ago

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Hey I love your scenarios. Can I please request a guanlin college au? Thank you!!

Thank you for loving my writing!! ❤❤ Sorry this took so long, i’m in the midst of all my final assignments and midterms at uni right now, but here you go!! It’s a bit more friendship with a hint of potential future relationship so maybe i’ll do a part 2 sometime later on if you’d like? Enjoy!

Kuanlin college!AU (that kinda wasnt a college au, idk i got a bit sidetracked by basketball lmao) ALSO HAPPY BDAY KUANLIN BBY HOPE UR SWEET SIXTEENTH IS LOVELY LIKE U KIDDO

he’s well known around campus as THE international student

like a guy who appeared from a manga/manhwa, he has godly features and proportions

just a very perfect looking human

He’s also the guy that still seems to be having a growth spurt because you swear he’s taller than he was a month ago

Has a keen interest in languages, so he’s doing a double degree in Korean and English

People’s first impression of him are always that he’s this really cool guy

He has this signature outfit of a bomber jacket and ripped jeans

and sunglasses

Everyone’s eyes are always drawn to him immediately

“he looks like a celebrity!”

as soon as he took off his sunglasses and sat down, he gave everyone this cute gummy smile and introduced himself

Despite his fashionable attire, he’s rather introverted and sticks to the same group of friends

The first time you met was in class at the start of your first year

you were running late because you had gotten lost because there had been a mistake in the timetable

you had made it in the correct building but it was seriously like a maze

and there was like 2 minutes left until the lecture would start but you were still so lost

1 minute to go and you were about to give up

when Kuanlin strolls past you leisurely

He’s about to turn the corner when he glances back at you

“um…”

you glanced over at the sound of his voice

“…if you’re looking for the lecture room for korean, it’s over this way…”

You thanked him in relief and followed him around 2 more corners before making it to a seat just in time for the lecture begin

After the lecture was over you spotted him leaving and you had rushed over to him

“Hey, thank you so much for showing me where this room was, you’re a life saver!”

He had looked away and you saw a slight pink flush light up his cheeks

“Happy to help.”

Your resolution when you were beginning college was to make lots of new friends so you decided, hey why not start now

“I’m Y/N by the way, it’s nice to meet you!”

As you introduced yourself, the two of you walked in step with each other

Turns out you do almost all the same papers as he does

The two of you end up just having this sort of silent seating plan

Like it randomly started one day and since then the two of you have always sat next to each other

Round mid semester exam time, the two of you would study together in the library

You’d take turns buying each other coffees

Kuanlin has remembered your coffee order in one go, much to your surprise

He gives off a very innocent vibe despite his mature appearance

He also tends to be very focused, and will always keep his emotions in check

Unlike you, because during exam time, u were streeeeesssed out

A complete contrast to Kuanlin’s very calm soul

The only times he breaks free from the calm is when he finds something funny

Like he’ll break out into this cute breathy laughter that’s super adorable

Because he’s an international student, he struggled to settle in at first at college

but after joining a few clubs and being introduced and meeting lots of nice people, Kuanlin really thrives in the college life

There is this really prestigious basketball team at your college - “Wanna One” and every semester they participate in a tournament against other college teams

Wanna One’s biggest rival is a team called “Mnet” (lol mnet, what a punny bball team name)

It’s such an intense competition as the winning club gets a huge benefit

like helping funding for national and overseas tournaments, helping paying off college tuition fees, getting more exposure to professional basketball scouters etc

It’s tough though because Mnet is a team that tends to play dirty and will try to dramatise anything so the other team will get fouled (can y’all tell im having way too much fun with this)

A few of your friends, and friends of friends are in Wanna One

So you went to the tournament to cheer them on

You noticed from the crowd that there’s a new but familiar face in the team

The arrival of the new maknae, the hidden ace, Lai Kuanlin

No one outside of W1, as well as yourself had ever seen him play basketball before

so everyone’s a bit worried because the stakes on the game are so high

but those worries were all put to rest as soon as Kuanlin stepped on the court

The star shooter of the match, he didn’t miss a single hoop and ended up being the player who raked in the most points helping W1 claim victory

After the game, you, Wanna One and all their friends went to a karaoke place to celebrate

You were sandwiched between Daehwi and Jisung who were singing their hearts out to some girl group songs

Everyone’s laughing and having a good time

But then you noticed Kuanlin surrounded by all these girls/new found admirers

And although he looked slightly flattered by the situation he also looked very uncomfortable due to the sudden attention on him

You weren’t too sure if you should intervene or not, and just as you decided you were going to say something, Jisung shoved the microphone into your face forcing you to sing with them

After many more songs, you decided this would be a good time to go outside to get some fresh air and a break from all the ruckus

“Y/N? what are you doing out here?”

Kuanlin was sitting on a bench outside the karaoke place

“I thought I’d take a break from the noise, it was getting stuffy in there…what about you, you’re the star of the night, you should be in there celebrating with the others!”

“Same as you, the craziness was getting to me”

You gave a light pat on the back, “Things wont be that normal for you anymore, you’re practically a celebrity!”

Kuanlin had just hmm-ed in response, getting lost in his thoughts again

After that day, you didn’t see Kuanlin as often anymore, which surprised you

it was weird and out of character of him to not have him showing up to classes

and there was always one empty seat next to you, which made your heart ache a bit?

you felt sad that you hadn’t been able to see him at all recently, and he had been extremely slow in replying to any of your messages

Turns out this applied to all your friends in W1 too

You found out eventually that they were preparing for the big national tournament in the coming month, so they were too exhausted to go to class

Videos were popping up on snapchat and facebook of them practising late into the night/morning

sometimes only getting 1 hour of sleep every night, maybe less

you were so shocked, your friends were being overworked like crazy by their coaches, but they just kept smiling and saying that they’re happy

Your birthday comes round, and you decided that you were just going to have a small gathering because all your friends were busy

You sat in the dorm corridor with a small group of your close friends

As you blew out the candles to your cake, you couldn’t help feel upset that none of the boys had been able to make it, or even respond to your invitation

You knew that they’re incredibly busy, so you’re annoyed at yourself for blaming them

You forced a smile onto your face and thanked your friends who had showed up, and after digging into the cake, you all retreated back into your rooms

The clock on your desk ticks away, and as it hits 11.59pm, you sigh

For some reason you had wished that at least Kuanlin could’ve turned up for your birthday

You had stopped denying that you missed him dearly

you missed his voice and his laugh

and his friendship

you also missed that warm fuzzy feeling in your stomach whenever he smiled at you

A few tears roll down your cheek and you wipe them away angrily

Why are you getting so worked up over a boy?

A boy who is just a friend

Just a friend who bought you multiple coffees

and took notes for you in class that week when you were sick

and accompanied you on late night walks to McDonalds

A sharp knock on your door echoes through your room

Looking at the clock, it’s 3am, and you realise you fell asleep

who tf would be knocking at 3am tho

It’s saturday night, so you’re scared it’s some drunk person causing a scene so you stay in your room

Another knock, but this time a voice rings clearly with it

“Y/N? Are you awake?”

You go over to the door, and after a bit of hesitation you open it

Kuanlin is standing there, holding a present and looking apologetic

“Surprise! Happy Birthday Y/N!”

“You’re three hours late.” you turn your back on him and return to your room with him following behind

“Oh cmon, dont be like that, haven’t you missed me?? Me and the guys are sorry that we couldn’t make it earlier…”

silence

“Y/N? did you hear me?”

He turned on the light and looked at your face clearly

“oh…Y/N, are you crying??”

You shake your head angrily but there’s no denying the tears running down your face

Kuanlin is so concerned, and pulls you into a hug

“Hey, hey, hey it’s alright, what’s made you so upset?”

You hug him back, clinging to him, your anger evaporating at the close proximity

instead your heart is now pounding at an insane speed and you can feel the cheeks starting to heat up

“I just…I’ve just really missed you, you idiot”

you try to disengage yourself from the hug and hide your face but Kuanlin just wipes away your tears gently with his thumbs before pulling you closer and patting your hair

“I missed you too Y/N, a lot.”

He pulls away slightly and hands you the present

“The basketball season is drawing to a close, so we get to go on a break for a few weeks, I just thought I’d come let you know in person and give you this at the same time.”

His face is tinged with pink and he scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment.

After unwrapping it you see it’s a beautifully and intricately designed necklace

You marvel over it as it sits delicately in the palm of your hand

He’s still nervously looking at you trying to assess your reaction

“UH…if you don’t like it, there’s an exchange card in the gift box, so if you don’t want it you can change it to something nicer at the shop just in case you -”

“Kuanlin, it’s beautiful, i really love it”

“YOU DO?”

this boy had spent hours at that shop trying to find that freaking necklace

and every single member of W1 had seen it and reassured him that you’d like it

but he was still nervous af the poor kid

He took a deep breath to try calm himself down as he took the necklace from your hand and signalled for you to turn round

you did and he gently pushed your hair to the side

his fingertips brushed your neck as he put the necklace on you and you couldn’t help but shiver

Suddenly his arms wrapped round your waist and you were enveloped by his warm body

“Y/N…Happy belated Birthday.”

After Kuanlin left that night, you lay in bed replaying the scene over and over in your head

Something about your relationship with him was different now, but in a good way

Playing with the necklace still hanging round your neck, you smiled to yourself

Who knows how things will go from here, but right now all you can think about is the next time you’ll see Kuanlin and how much you liked being in his embrace

huhuhu i always struggle to end my AUs and they turn out extra mushy, im sorry! I’m going to try really hard to do at least one update a week, but because my final exams are coming up real quick I can’t promise anything! Remember, if you’ve sent in a request, I will put them up on my masterlist as soon as I’ve seen them, so you can check if I’ve received them/if i’m working on them there! Once again, thanks for reading!! xo

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