#my mom stopped the bleeding n bandaged me up

[sweetsuenos]

My face was covered in blood earlier and I was like wow the tumblr girlies would love this

[thewritersofdeceased]

DARRY CURTIS

PROMPT: THE GREASERS CALL YOU AND DARRY “MOM AND DAD”

PRONOUNS: SHE / HER FOR THIS ONE

Greasers. Everybody despised the greasers of Tulas. Y/N was one of them. Having the dislike of Soc’s, it was natural for her to have a distaste to them. After finding Johnny Cade, the friend of her boyfriend’s brother all bruised up and hurt from a soc, her hatred for the nice-dressed had grown stronger.

Here she sat in the living room of the Curtis household, waiting for the greasers to come back from a fight. Well, not exactly a fight but they had to go and make sure Pony was safe. Walking home from the movies in between Social and Greaser’s territories weren’t exactly safe. Especially for a fourteen year old who never carried around a switchblade like the rest of them.

On the sides of the armchair y/n sat in were a first aid kit and a bunch of bandages. On the floor consisted of more medical supplies. A sigh of relief escaped when she heard the cheering of each boy. Though… she assumed they would be tired after a fight like that. When the door opened, the first one in was Pony, who had a cut just below his jawline, directly on his neck.

“Pony! Sit down, let me clean your cut.” She spoke, almost like a mother as she stood from the arm chair and grabbed the first aid kit. Pony, being afraid to anger the (h/c)’d female, sat himself on the couch with Soda plopping himself down right after. Y/N stood in front of the boy, carefully holding his face in order to work on the cut without injuring him anymore.

Darry watched the situation, helping Steve with his bleeding nose as everything happened. Johnny was quiet, but he watched Y/N rather closely. Standing to his feet and slightly tugging her jacket, he spoke with a soft tone. “Mom-“ He froze. Soon as he said that single word, he froze.

This led the greaser group to look over to Johnny with a confused look on their faces. Except Pony. He didn’t look towards his friend, and rather looked back at Y/N. Whose eyes were widened for a moment. For a couple seconds, Y/N felt her heart begin to grow bigger. She smiled warmly at the black haired boy before speaking softly.

“Yes, Johnny?” She tilted her head as she spoke, but her warm and soft tone never faltered or disappeared. “When you’re done can you help me with my..?” He motioned towards his scar, frowning slightly. Y/N nodded in response, having gone back to working on Pony.

That was only a couple weeks ago. About two or three. Now Y/N stood in the kitchen, preparing food for every boy that would come around. Darry was out with Soda working, Dally had been off doing whatever(probably getting in trouble with the fuzz), Steve and Two-Bit had been hangin out, and Johnny and Pony were walking home from a movie together.

The Curtis house smelt like a whole restaurant, a buffet if you’d think. Y/N hummed as she cooked and placed everything out. It wasn’t until she heard the bickering between two boys, and two others trying to stop them. “C’mon, let me at him!��� It was Two-Bit and Steve bickering like children. Per usual. But that’s what friends do sometimes.

Y/N hummed in response to hearing the bickering, taking off the gloves she wore and smiling when the boys had come through the house’s front door. Though… they paused. Soda was the first to speak through everything. “Why’s it smell good? Someone cook?” He questioned aloud, only giving a quick Look into the kitchen.

“Well, welcome home boys. Take showers then get yourselves down here for dinner, yeah?” Y/N spoke warmly to each of the boys. Soda stared with a look of confusion for a couple seconds. Darry was rather surprised. He wasn’t annoyed, no. He was genuinely surprised. Steve and Two-bit’s bickering had came to a stop before they shouted in unison. “I CALL DIBS ON THE SHOWER FIRST!”

And there it was. The bickering again. The two pushed each other out of the way, trying to go and reach the shower first. Though Y/N was not having it. “HEY! Quit your fightin’ or nobody’s getting dessert!” She shouted to the boys, only as Soda began to laugh. The sudden shout made Two and Steve grow quiet real quick. They were on the ground by this point, wrestling. “Sorry mom..” They spoke, standing to their feet and looking at the ground.

This led a confused shout to escape another boy who’d finally gotten here. Dally, who stood in the doorway, stared with confusion. “MOM!? The hell are you two on about!?” He asked quickly, going over to Y/N. Dally didn’t have a good family life, just like Johnny. For a couple seconds, there was bickering before Y/N felt herself get picked up. Dally was glaring daggers to Soda, Two-bit and Steve.

“Y/N’s me and Johnny’s mom, back up!” Dally shouted, holding Y/N close to him in a hug. Darry only watched. “Guys… she’s my girlfriend. And I’m not your dad.” He spoke sternly to the four boys. Though Dally stared at him with a blank face. “Sure, dad. Sure.” Maybe Soda and Pony would be the only two to not call Darry their dad. Though at this point, the oldest Curtis brother did act like their dad.

When everyone was home, finishing dinner and heading off to sleep wherever, Y/N and Darry cleaned the kitchen up. The soft humming of the female and the deeper harmonies of the male. “Hey sweetheart?” Darry spoke after the humming had came to an end by both of them. Y/N let out a soft “hm?” in response to the other. She felt a pair of arms wrap around her, and Darry’s chin going on her shoulder.

“We make good parents to this idiots, don’t we?” He then asked, earning a soft laugh. “That we do. That we do… they’re idiots, but we love them.” She whispered, closing her eyes and leaning her head on Darry’s chest.

[spacebaby1]

MY BEAUTIFUL SON (Gojo Satoru × Mom!Reader Ft: Megumi)

WARNING: It might have a tiny spoiler? Mention of death, child loss, blood.

This couldn't be real, why was this happening? Gojo promised you that he will keep Megumi safe no matter what happens. Then why did this happen? Why?

All these thoughts went through your head as you sat on the floor staring blankly at the flower framed picture of your son, your only child; your Megumi. The house was full with all your family and Gojo's. You didn't bother to hear whoever that greeted you or gave you their condolences as they entered the house, you just sat there unresponsive to no one.

All the memories of your Megumi kept rushing to you, the first time you held him, the little smile he gave you when you held him, the first time he walked, the first day of his school, and his first argument in first class. A little smile that you had on your lips was taken away with the recent memories of you standing in front of the lifeless body covered with white sheet, they needed you to identify your boy, your little boy, and your world. He was gone. You remembered falling on the floor when you noticed his hair black hair, you could never mistaken his beautiful black hair that he inherited from you. You remembered screaming and pushing your husband Gojo away, hitting him and screaming at him, "YOU TOOK MY BOY, YOU KILLED MY BOY" you remembered the way you refused to let him help you stand and just stayed on the floor crying and screaming for your boy and you were sure everyone standing outside heard you, your screams made yuji, and the others burst into tears. You remembered how pale and cold he was when you held his face begging him to wake up, "G-Gumi wake up, baby, please. M-Ma-Mama is H-Here Please, Meg-Megumi, my beautiful boy, wake up Mama wants to see you Please please wake up, Don't leave your Mama like this, I will make you your favorite d-dinner just please please wake up-"

"Y/n" Shoko whispered holding back her own tears as she reached for you, but you pushed her hand away, "No, please Gumi don't leave me like this, you are not ready to leave me, wake up MEGUMI MEGUMI WAKE UP WHY ARE YOU NOT WAKING UP, please please God, not my boy, not my Gumi." You placed your forehead on his cold one, "My beautiful Boy, Gu-Gumi, wake up please."

You cried and cried slamming your fist on the ground till you were bleeding leaving your arms numb in pain it was for Shoko to stop you before you broke your hands Meanwhile Gojo sat in shock repeating your words in his head, "YOU KILLED MY BOY." He didn't even have the strength to stop you from hurting your hands when he would've done in a heartbeat if the situation was different but he knew the pain you are feeling right now is all his fault.

You saw Gojo's mother sitting next to you and placing her hand on your shoulder snapping you out of your memories, she was crying too but you couldn't care about anyone's feelings right now, you simply placed your bandaged hand on top of hers and simply pushing it off your shoulder, something you would've never do if this wasn't the situation.

Your heart almost stopped when you heard him walk in and you knew it was Gojo even when he only walked in not saying a word, immediately you stood up and were on your feet. Your red eyes met with his; you noticed how pale and weak he looked, how different he looked, but your usual thoughts were far away from you right now as you stood with your son's picture coverd in flowers and everyone is dressed in black.

He walked towards you to hold you only for you to slap him, the act was so harsh that your stitches snapped open making your hands bleed as you walked towards him now slapping him again and again and Gojo didn't even move an inch your hits on him made his lips bleed, you winched in pain and he moved to attend to your hand but you pushed him away punching him right in the jaw while tears started to stream down your cheeks and you slammed your fists on his chest staining it with your bloody hands as you screamed at him, "WHY ARE YOU HERE? WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW? YOU ALREADY TOOK MY SON FROM ME, MY ONLY CHILD, I BEGGED YOU SATORU, I BEGGED YOU TO NOT TAKE HIM, I CRIED AND BEGGED YOU TO NOT TAKE MY ONLY SON, MY BEAUTIFUL BABY BOY, HE WAS A CHILD! HE WAS ONLY A CHILD, WHY DIDN'T YOU SAVE HIM? DID YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM? MY BOY WAS ALONE AND IN PAIN, GOJO HE FELT EVERY PAIN-" Gojo's mother tried to calm you down but you pushed her hand away and kept screaming even though you felt like you would die, shaking in your place you screamed at your Husband, "MY GUMI FELT SO MUCH PAIN AND I WISH YOU FELT ALL THAT, I WISH YOU DIED INSTEAD OF HIM DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH PAIN H-HE GUMMIIIIII MEGUMI," you fell on the floor remembering the details of his injuries, you fell on your knees and cried, "P-please leave Satoru, go away, please please go I can't look a-at you please-"

No one dared to move as they couldn't understand how much pain you were in, Gojo fell to his knees crying and bowed his head on the floor in front of you, "I'm sorry I'm so so sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry, I'm sorry I wish it was me, I'm sorry, I w-would give my life in a heartbeat to h-have Gumi back, I'm sorry I'm sorry I failed to keep my promise, I'm sorry I failed to keep Megumi safe I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm begging you I'm sorry, I'm sorry I put you through all this pain."

With tears in your eyes you got up shaking your head still looking down, you made your way to your son's room and fell on the floor hugging his school uniform close to your heart it still smelled like him, "Megumi come back, please, Mama can't live without you."

[luvangelbreak]

Deprived | Twenty-two

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, injuries, angst, mentions of drugs word count: 2.9k a/n: I’ve run out of things to say honestly just hope y’all won’t kill me atp

pov: matt

After giving Layla a change of clothes which consisted of a plain grey hoodie and the shorts Allie had left here which she now claimed as her own, I let her get comfortable in the corner of my bed with the bag of frozen peas pressed against her back. I sent my mom a message letting her know that Layla was staying over and that I'd be staying home from school tomorrow. My phone vibrated as soon as I put it on the bedside table and I picked it up to see a message from Nick in the group chat with him, Chris and me.

Triple threat

Nicolas she okay? 11:23pm

You yea she's just tired atm 11:23pm

Christopher do u want me to put the bandage on now so u guys can sleep 11:24pm

You yea we're not gonna go to school tmrw btw 11:24pm

Nicolas figured i'll msg nate 11:24pm

You thanks 11:25pm

"Chris is gonna come put the bandage on for you and then we can rest, okay?" I told Layla softly as I plugged my phone on charge and she nodded in response. A moment passed before I heard a soft knock on my door before it swung open, a tired-looking Chris appeared from behind it with medical tape and a clean gauze from the first aid kit.

"Hey, you feelin' any better?" Chris asked with his eyebrows threaded in slight worry and Layla sat up from where she lay on the bed with a shrug of her shoulders.

"A little," she spoke quietly and he gave her a comforting smile as he sat on the bed. She lifted the gauze away from her face and I turned on the light so Chris could see what he was doing better.

"The bleeding has stopped which is good," Chris mumbled as he looked at her face and grabbed the clean gauze, placing it over the cut, "Can you hold that while I put the tape on? Just so it doesn't move."

"Yeah," her voice came out in a whisper as she moved her hand up to hold the gauze. Chris quickly ripped off a few pieces of tape and stuck them around the gauze before he nodded.

"That should stay there overnight. I'll get some butterfly tape for it tomorrow and that will help heal it faster," he explained as he picked up a few things from the bed. A moment of silence fell into the room as Layla looked at Chris and unexpectedly, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

"Thank you," I heard her small voice mumble into his shoulder and he glanced at me in shock. I furrowed my eyebrows, making a hugging motion with my arms to silently tell him to hug her back. He quickly wrapped his arms around her torso, patting her back gently as he avoided the bruise on her lower back.

"Anytime," he said softly and I let out a breath, a weird sense of pride flooding through me at the sight of them somewhat getting along. Layla quickly pulled back and Chris grabbed the rest of his things off the bed before making his way to the door, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," I gave him a fist bump as Layla gave him a small smile and he exited the room once again. I closed the door behind him before I locked it and made my way back over to the bed. I slipped out of my hoodie as I left my plaid pyjama pants on and my grey wife-beater.

"My back hurts," Layla whispered as I slipped under the covers and she immediately curled into my side, placing her head on my chest as I wrapped my arms around her, "Everything hurts."

"Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked softly as I traced my fingers against the cotton of the hoodie along her arm.

"I can't," she mumbled, picking at the lint of my shirt and I pursed my lips.

"Why not?" I asked, trying not to pry but when she looked like she'd been through hell and back, it was hard.

"It's too hard to explain," she sighed, sitting up as she slowly moved her arm up with a wince, running her hand through her hair.

"Can you at least try?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing as she pursed her lips and looked at the covers that fell over my lap, "I can't go to sleep not knowing how this happened to you, Layls."

She sighed, placing her hands over her face as she breathed for a moment. I placed my hand on her thigh gently before she lifted her head.

"Can I write it? It's easier than trying to explain it out loud," she asked and I nodded understandingly. I quickly jumped off of the bed, finding a random pen and a notepad. I climbed back under the cover before I handed it to her. She sighed, flipping over to a random blank page and beginning to quickly scribble.

I left my hand on her thigh as she wrote quickly along the page and I stared at the ceiling, my mind racing at the possibilities of how this could've happened. I don't know how long we sat there in silence, the only sound being heard was pen on paper and my laboured breathing before she tapped my hand that was on her thigh. I looked over to her to see her handing me the open notepad, the plethora of words surprised me but I grabbed it and began reading.

I don't really know how to explain all of this but after my mum left, my dad started mixing with the wrong people. It's gotten worse over the years and about 4 years ago, he got fired as a mechanic and started dealing instead. At first he kept me out of it but after a year he asked me to deliver to people for him every now and then. I've been delivering for him for 2 years and I've had run-ins with a couple of his regulars but they've never really done anything to me, only empty threats.

I didn't come over after school because I went to deliver to these guys my dad had only dealt with two or three times. Apparently they asked for more coke than what my dad gave them and they said this was the third time in a row. They said what they did to me was a warning for next time. I don't even know their names and they didn't give me the money so I don't know what to do because it will just make my dad more mad if I show up without the money.

I told my dad I only wanted to deliver to regulars because they are nice like Wes but these guys are nothing like anyone I've delivered to. They know I'm scared of them but they don't know that hurting me like this won't affect my dad in any way, it will only cause me more damage and I just don't know what to do anymore. I can't get out of it because if I do, my dad will kick me out and I'll have nowhere to go. If I stay and do deliveries, I'll probably end up like this again soon or worst case scenario, I'll be dead.

I just feel trapped and I'm sorry I didn't tell you I do all of this shit sooner, I didn't want you to get involved because this is something I've dealt with my whole life and I can't drag you into this. I'm just scared and I don't want to do it anymore, I want to be normal.

You make me feel normal.

I put the notepad down on the bed and I looked up at her to see her head was back in her hands. I felt helpless, I didn't know how to handle this and I knew none of my friends did either. I sighed, placing the notebook on the bedside table as I sat up, running a hand across my face to process what was happening.

How did I not know she was dealing drugs? Why didn't it click to me when she said she was dropping something off for a friend and came to me high out of her mind? Why didn't I ask sooner how she was getting money when I knew her dad didn't have a lot?

How could someone do this to my pretty girl?

"Are you mad at me?" she whispered, her voice small and shaky as I lifted my head from my hand. Her eyes were brimmed with tears as she held her torso, hunched forward to help the pain in her back.

"No baby," I furrowed my eyebrows as I lifted my hand, running it through her bleached hair that was quickly growing out and showing her natural brunette hair at the roots, "I'm just processing everything."

"I'm sorry," her bottom lip quivered as a few tears spilled down her cheeks and I tilted my head, using my thumb to wipe away the tears as she leaned into my touch, "I don't have anyone else to help me. I know it's not fair to you but I just don't know what to do anymore."

"Hey," I whispered, lifting her chin so she would look me in the eyes, "We'll figure it out, okay? I'll talk to Mia or something-"

"No," she interjected, shaking her head as she pulled away from my hand, "My dad will go to jail and then I'll go to jail and then everything will be fucked. You can't tell Mia, she'll ruin everything."

"She won't," I spoke strongly, knowing that if I talked to Mia she would be willing to help. Even if she didn't want to help Layla, she would do it for me, "If we can figure out how to make sure there's no evidence of you involved in this then you won't have to go anywhere."

"What about my dad?" she asked, her voice breaking as more tears slid down her face, "He's the only family I have."

"Baby," I spoke softly as I reached into her lap and laced her hand with mine, "I know you love him because he's your dad but he's not your family. Your family will care when you get hurt. You just said he will only care about the money and if that's the case, you need to know that him being in your life will only mean you're gonna get hurt more."

She shook her head reluctantly, more tears spilling out of her eyes as she mumbled, "No."

I could tell she was exhausted and all of her pent up emotions were spilling over in an instant. I just let her feel everything she needed to in that moment as I held her hand, running circles on the back of her hand with my thumb to let her know I was there.

"I want my mom," she croaked out before her body broke into a sob and my shoulders dropped. I immediately pulled her towards me as she cried into my chest and I held onto her tightly, her sorrow seeping into me as I felt my eyes prick with tears. I didn't let them fall, knowing I had to be strong for her and I couldn't let my emotions overrule anything.

We stayed like that for a moment before suddenly there was a gentle knock at my door and my eyebrows furrowed. Layla lifted herself away from me as she caught her breath and I kissed the top of her head.

"I'll check who it is," I told her gently and she nodded as she wiped her tears with the sleeve of the hoodie. I slid out of the bed before trotting to the door, unlocking it and opening it slightly to see my mother standing there.

"I saw your message. Is everything okay?" her tone worried and her eyebrows threaded in concern and I let my mouth hang open.

"Layla's just going through a lot right now, Mom," I told her quietly and she pursed her lips, glancing behind me.

"Can I come in?" she asked and I turned back to look at Layla, hesitant to show my mother how Layla looked in such a vulnerable state. Layla nodded as she sniffled, hugging her knees to her chest and I turned around, opening the door wider to let my mom inside. She stepped inside the room and I could feel the concern radiating off of her as she looked at Layla, "Oh honey. Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Layla's voice was shaky and unconvincing as my Mom walked towards her. I closed my bedroom door to make sure no one else would come in as Layla hung her head low.

"Come here," my mother said gently as she opened her arms while she sat down on the bed and I smiled at her nurturing behaviour. Layla hesitated, looking over at me briefly before she curled into my mother's arms like a scared child. My mom engulfed her in her warmth, gently rubbing her back as Layla hugged her torso.

"I'm sorry if I woke you up," Layla mumbled as she pulled away from my mom and my mom shook her head with a comforting smile on her lips.

"I'd rather be awake to make sure you're okay," she told her softly, running a hand through Layla's dishevelled hair, "What happened?"

"I uh, some guys jumped me while I was walking home," she lied as she shook her head. I understood why she didn't tell my mom the truth, I wouldn't either now knowing the circumstances.

"Sweetheart, we have to file a police report," my mom told her and Layla immediately shook her head.

"I didn't see their faces. It would be no use," she conjured up another lie on the spot and it made me uneasy how quickly she would spin the truth.

"Does your dad know about this?" she asked and Layla pursed her lips as she shook her head.

"He's at work late. That's why I came here," she whispered and I crossed my arms over my chest, leaning against the wall beside my door and my mother glanced towards me, "I'm sorry for showing up like this. I didn't really have anywhere else to go."

"There's no need to apologise, honey. I'm glad you have my boy to take care of you," she gently ran her hand along Layla's bicep and Layla gave her an apologetic smile, "You stay here as long as you like, okay? We have plenty of room for you and help yourself to food."

"I couldn't ask you to do that," Layla denied her hospitality to which my mother unsurprisingly waved off.

"You're not asking. I'm offering," my mother insisted and Layla hesitantly nodded, picking at her fingernails nervously.

"Thank you," she whispered and my mom nodded, standing up from the bed before she walked over to me.

"We will talk about this tomorrow. Get some rest, the both of you," she said softly before she leaned up and kissed my cheek, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," I mumbled back as she opened the door before closing it behind herself and I locked it before making my way back to the bed, "I didn't think she'd wake up."

"Your mom is too nice to me," she pursed her lips with a frown as I slid under the covers, "I feel so bad having to lie to her."

"I know why you did," I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her temple as she sighed, "Let's try to get some rest, pretty girl. We can talk more about it tomorrow."

She nodded as she curled into my side and I laid back on the pillows, pulling the covers over both of us as she sighed. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, holding her close to me as she steadied her breathing. She kept shuffling to get comfortable every now and then but eventually, I grabbed her waist and pulled her on top of me. She looked up at me, chin against my chest as her eyes scanned my face.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her eyes heavy as they met mine and I wrapped my arms around her back, careful not to touch the bruise.

“Stop apologising. You know I’m always here,” I answered softly, moving my right hand up to tuck her hair behind her ear and I got lost in the feeling of her against my skin, “My pretty girl.”

“My pretty boy,” she whispered back and my face couldn’t help but break into a smile. Her expression mimicked my own and I felt my heart swell knowing that even after all the shit she had been put through, I was still able to see her beautiful smile.

My mind was reeling with how to fix this, how to help her, but it all floated away when she rested her head on my chest as her breathing became one with mine and her heart matched the beat of my own. She shifted to get herself comfortable again and before I knew it, soft snores emitted into the air from her mouth.

I let my mind float away into all the possibilities on how to solve this. How to make sure she was safe. How to not have Mia fuck this up. How to tell Chris and Nick without making them flip out. How to make sure Layla had a place to stay with enough money to go to college if she wanted to. How to make sure her dad gets what he deserves for putting his own daughter in this position. How to get Layla’s mother and sister in contact with her again.

How to help her feel normal again.

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[harringtonstilinski]

Always The Babysitter - Chapter Eight: The Upside Down

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) (eventually) Word Count: 3,404 Warnings: lil’ bit more angst, fluff if you squint Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! We get more Dusty in this episode!! If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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After we left the station, Jonathan sped back to his house. As soon as we got there, we all hopped out of the car, grabbing the monster hunting gear and heading inside the house. We all got to work putting the items where they needed to go, as well as screwing all the Christmas bulbs back in.

As Nancy loaded the bullets into the revolver, I stood next to her, watching. We looked at each other. “You’re scary with a gun.”

She smiled a little, looking back down. “I feel like a badass.” 

I heard hammering, so I went to see where the noise was coming from. It was coming from Jonathan, hammering nails into a wooden bat.

Nancy stood next to me, gas can in hand, asking me to pour gasoline down the hallway into Will’s room.

Once the bear trap was secured down and ready to go, Jonathan went into the kitchen and got three sharp knives out of the utensil drawer, handing me and Nancy one each.

“Wait, so… we’re gonna cut ourselves to draw the Demogorgon to us?” I asked.

“Yes,” Jonathan said. “Now, remember–”

“Straight into Will’s room, and–,” Nancy said.

“Don’t step on the trap.”

They looked at me, waiting for me to add in the next step. “Oh! Uhm… wait for the yo-yo to move.”

“Then…” Jonathan said, flicking on the lighter before closing it. “You ready?”

“Ready,” Nancy said.

I took a deep breath, putting the blade of the knife to the palm of my hand. Jonathan started counting to three before he told me and Nancy that we didn’t have to slice our hands, the latter saying to stop talking before saying the number three and all three of us slicing our hands, blood immediately pouring out of our hands.

Letting the sting settle in for a moment, I ran to the kitchen sink, putting my hand under the water. Once I felt the bleeding had died down some, I put paper towels on my hand to help stop the bleeding as Nancy got my bandages ready. 

She wrapped my hand as tight as I told her to before we all moved to the living room, me having bandaged Nancy’s hand before she started bandaging Jonathan’s hand.

We all heard faint creaking, so we looked around a little as I stopped my pacing from in front of the window, Nancy asking us if we heard the same noise she did.

“It’s just the wind,” Jonathan said.

I went back to my pacing as Jonathan reassured Nancy, “Don’t worry. My mom, she said the lights speak when it comes.”

“Speak?” Nancy asked.

“Blink. Think of them as alarms.”

A few seconds goes by before Nancy asks Jonathan if his bandages were too tight, his reply being that they were fine.

A banging on the door made me jump out of my skin, a hand over my heart as I tried to get my breathing back in check.

“Jonathan? You there, man? It’s-it’s Steve!” 

I looked at Nancy then back at the door, confused. “Steve?” “Listen, I just wanna talk!”

“Liv, answer it,” Nancy whispered.

I looked at her as if she were crazy before she repeated her words, getting my ass in gear. Removing the chain lock on it, I opened the door, saying, “Do you really have to yell?” while putting my bandaged hand on the outside of the door. 

“Liv?”

“Steve, you need to leave,” I said, as softly and calmly as I could.

“I’m not trying to start anything,” he said.

“I don’t care about that, that was 6 hours ago. You just… you need to leave. Please.”

“No, no, no, I–I messed up, okay? I messed… I messed up. Okay? Really. Please. I wanna make things right.”

I just looked at him, sadness in my eyes at hearing him confess that he messed up and needed me… or really Nancy. As he was pleading with me, I was waving my non-injured hand at Nancy and Jonathan, telling them to separate if Steve comes bursting in here.

Steve looked at my injured hand, and I knew he was instantly more worried about my being hurt than trying to make things right with everybody. “What happened to your hand?” He moved my hand to try and look at it, asking if there was blood on my bandage.

“Oh, that? That’s nothing. Dustin and I were fighting over something and I guess I cut my hand.”

“Something else is going on, don’t lie to me, Liv.”

I sighed. “Nothing, Steve.” I hated lying to him. 

“Wait a second, did he do this?” Steve asked, trying to push his way into the house… and being successful after I told him no. He looked around at everything; the bat, the lights, Jonathan and Nancy. “What is… what the…?”

“You need–” Jonathan started.

“Jonathan, I got this,” I said. “I know how to handle him.” Getting in front of Steve, I looked him in the eyes, saying, “You need to get out of here.”

He put his hands on my shoulders as he went to ask what all the stuff was.

“Steve, I’m not asking you. I’m telling you to get out of here.”

“What’s that smell? Is that– is that gasoline?” He tried putting me behind him to drag me out of the house. Yes, he’s done that before. 

A gun cocking had me turning around, Nancy having the gun pointed in mine and Steve’s direction. “Steve, get out!”

“What? What is going on?” he freaked.

“You have five seconds to get out of here.”

“Okay, is this a joke? Stop. Put the gun down.”

I saw Steve’s hands in my periphery, almost like he was trying to protect me… or just to try and get Nancy to not shoot at us, I don’t know. 

“I’m doing this for you,” Nancy said.

I heard Jonathan say Nancy’s name which then prompted me to pay attention to the lights as Steve was trying to negotiate with her.

“Nancy! The lights!” I yelled, which made her turn around to look at them blinking.

“It’s here,” Jonathan said, grabbing the nail bat.

“Wait, what’s here?” Steve asked.

“I swear I’ll explain everything at a later date,” I rushed out.

Nancy and Jonathan were back to back now, Steve’s questions being ignored.

“Will someone please explain to me what the hell is going–” Steve asked, before the ceiling came crashing down, the Demogorgon the obvious cause.

It hadn’t come through the slimy barrier yet before Nancy started shooting at it. Jonathan pulled her by her waist and went into the hallway as I grabbed Steve’s hand, pulling him along behind me. 

“Watch the trap,” I said, jumping over it, a few “oh my god!” exclaims coming from Steve.

When we made it inside Will’s bedroom, the older Byers’ boy slammed the door shut, Steve saying, “Jesus! Jesus! What the hell was that? What the hell was that?”

I put my hand over his mouth as I heard the Demogorgon growl… or scream. “Steve, I need you to shut the fuck up.” Turning around, I took my hand off his mouth, watching the yellow yo-yo that was placed over a chair.

The lights were still flickering, thuds were heard, noises coming from the creature told me that it was still in the house.

“What’s it doing?” Nancy asked.

“I don’t know,” Jonathan answered.

At this moment, I was beyond thankful that Dustin wasn’t here to witness all this. Steve, on the other hand, I knew would be having some nightmares about this, so I was already mentally preparing for the countless sleepovers I’d be having at his house.

The electricity jolting and Nancy asking if we heard anything had me coming out of my thoughts. Jonathan answered no and opened the door, going out first, Nancy behind him and Steve and I tagging along after Nance, everything still sitting in the same places undisturbed.

We walked into the living area slowly, while looking for the creature. Jonathan, Nancy and myself were all quiet, but Steve… he was muttering that this was crazy to himself before shouting it and picking the phone up off the receiver to call the cops.

Nancy noticed and moved to stop him, slamming the phone on the ground, breaking it. I had to jump out of the way or else I’d get hit, giving a quiet “Hey!” as I did.

“What are you do– what are you doing? Are you insane?” Steve asked.

“It’s going to come back!” Nancy said. “So you need to leave. Right. Now.”

Steve looked at me, our eyes meeting. Mine begging him to leave for his own safety. He looked back at Nancy before running out of the house. 

It was probably about 10 seconds after Steve had run out that the Demogorgon came back, lights flickering more than they did the few minutes prior.

“Where is it?” Nancy asked.

“Come on,” Jonathan said.

“Come on, you son of a bitch,” I exclaimed.

The lights went off a few seconds after Jonathan started provoking the creature. I felt something behind me before Nancy yelled my name. I turned around, seeing the ugly creature up close for the first time since Eleven put its playing piece on the board what seemed like forever ago.

I screamed as it took me down to the ground, its slobber getting into my mouth just a little, making me gag in the process. When it opened its face, all I saw was teeth; rows and rows of teeth.

Gun shots sounded before Nancy’s voice yelled, “Go to hell, you son of a bitch!”

It stood up, which gave me the perfect time to start coughing and taking deep breaths. Clicking brought my attention to Nancy, the creature looking at her and opening its face, showing its rows and rows of teeth.

I heard someone yell out, something thudding against something else. When Nancy said Steve’s name, I instantly went alert, my main goal trying to keep him safe. Watching as Steve led the creature to the hallway, I felt hands on me, helping me up.

Steve did some twirling motion with the bat before hitting the creature again. “He’s in the trap! He’s stuck!”

“Jonathan, now!” Nancy yelled.

Jonathan and I ran towards the hallway, him getting in front of the group, while I went to his left, standing by Steve. Jonathan threw the lit lighter onto the gasoline I had poured, the creature going up in flames for a moment before he went to get the fire extinguisher that I hadn’t seen either of them grab from the station.

Putting the creature out, we all coughed from the smoke that was coming up from the fire being doused. 

When we all could see and breathe again, Nancy asked, “Where’d it go?”

“No,” Jonathan said. “It-it has to be dead.”

I sighed. “I don’t see anything other than boiling slime.”

I heard the lights before I saw them, the four of us backing up into the hallway, thinking it was the creature, but the lights stopped right at the trap before moving right back down the hallway. I looked back at Jonathan, knowing what he knows.

We followed the lights as they lit up one by one on what seemed like a single strand. We stopped near the door, Jonathan whispering, “Mom. Is that you? Mom.”

Going outside on the porch, my focus stayed on the street lamp, as was everyone else’s. It flickered before staying on.

“Where’s it going?” Nancy asked.

“I don’t think that’s the monster,” Jonathan said.

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I knew Dustin was okay the moment I saw him. We both had tears in our eyes as we embraced each other in a tight hug. Looking at him, I cried even more than I already was. Crying that I was happy he was alive and well, but also sad at the information he told me about Eleven.

Everyone that was involved with the Upside Down, the Demogorgon and Eleven were all at the hospital… or the lab, I’m not sure, to sign papers, get bandaged and to visit Will. I had so much anxiety about seeing Will that my leg was bouncing as I sat in the chair.

I got up and went out of the waiting room, needing to stretch my legs and get a snack from the vending machine. Dustin was asleep on Lucas… who was asleep on Dustin, so I knew he’d be fine.

What I didn’t expect was to have a little shadow. As I looked at the contents in the vending machine, I sighed. “What do you want, Steve?”

“When I said I messed up earlier,” he said. “I really meant it. I messed up.”

“With Nancy and Jonathan?” I asked, looking at him.

“Them, yeah… and you.”

I didn’t know what to say. I just went back to looking at what I thought looked appealing.

He sighed and leaned his back on the wall next to me. “Look, I’m trying here, okay? I messed up by ditching you, I messed up by pushing you away when Nancy and I happened… I just–”

“Royally fucked up?” I asked.

He nodded, slowly. “Yeah.” Looking at me, he asked, “How can I make it up to you?”

I sighed, closing my eyes for a moment. “You remember that time we watched Halloween and I couldn’t sleep at my own house for like a week, so we had those sleepovers at your house?”

He chuckled. “Yeah. Your mom thought you ran away.”

“You remember how we called them Scary Movie Sleepovers?” I smiled.

He smiled back, nodding. “Yeah.”

“Well, get ready for a week of me staying at your house again,” I said. Looking back at the machine, my smile dwindled. “If it’s okay with Nance.”

“Look at me,” he whispered.

I did, seeing sincerity in his eyes as he said, “She’ll understand, and she knows about those nights.”

After a few seconds, I looked at an item that brought back memories. “No cheeky moves, Harrington.” I put the amount of money I needed for the item, pressing the respective buttons.

He chuckled again as I bent down to pick up my item. “You got it, Henderson.”

Opening the bag, I put some Peanut M&M’s in my hand, taking one and biting around the peanut. Steve took one, popping one into his mouth and chewing it whole.

We talked and laughed while sharing our favorite snack. The boys rushed by us, Dustin stopping to tell me that Will was awake and they were headed to see him. I told him that I’d be there in a moment and to tell Will that.

I did go and see him, tears in my eyes at seeing alive and well in person. I gave him my special hug before the boys pulled me away to talk to their best friend.

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One Month Later

“Something’s coming,” Mike said. “Something angry.”

“Hungry for your blood,” I said, bending down between Mike and Dustin, hands on the backs of their chairs. “It… is almost here.”

“What is it?” Will asked.

“It’s the thessalhydra, I’m telling ya,” Dustin said.

“It’s not the thessalhydra,” Lucas said.

“I’m telling you, it’s the thessalhydra.”

Placing the gaming piece on the board, Mike said, “The thessalhydra!”

“Damn it.”

“It roars in anger!” Mike said. “Will, your action!”

“What should I do? I–” Will said.

Walking over to him, I placed my hand on the back of his chair, bending down to get eye level with him. “Fireball him.” I smiled when he looked at me.

“Fireball the son of a bitch,” Dustin said.

Will rolled the games dice, getting the amount he needed, all of them cheering.

“Fourteen!” Dustin yelled.

“Direct hit!” Mike said. “Will the Wise’s fireball hits the thessalhydra.” He stands as he continues, “It makes a painful–” Then he proceeded to screech like a dying bird. “And then, it crumbles to the ground.” He goes down on the ground, and I couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“It’s clawed hand reaches for you one last time and, and, and…” Mike pretending to be a dying thessalhydra was one of the highlights of my night as the boys cheered and danced around.

“Lucas cuts off its seven heads, and Dustin places them into his bag of holding,” Mike continued. Dustin held up his backpack in victory as Mike added, “You carry the heads out of the dungeon, victorious, and you present them to King Tristan. He thanks you for your bravery and service.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,” Dustin said. “That’s not it, is it?” He looked up at me. “Is it?”

“No, there’s a medal ceremony–” Mike said.

“Oh, a medal ceremony?” Dustin sarcastically said. “What are you talking about?”

“Yeah, the campaign was way too short,” Lucas said.

Will agreed before I cut in and said, “It was ten hours!”

“But, Liv, it doesn’t make any sense,” Dustin said.

“This whole game doesn’t make any sense to me,” I exclaimed.

“It makes sense!” Mike said.

“Uh, no, what about the lost knight?” Dustin asked. He then looked at me, confused. “Isn’t there some club at the high school where they play D&D?”

I nodded. “Yeah, it’s called Hellfire. I’m not a part of it, though.”

“You should be.”

“And the proud princess?” Lucas said, bringing us back to the conversation at hand.

“And those weird flowers in the cave?” Will added.

“I don’t know, it’s–” Mike started.

Footsteps sounded as someone came down the stairs. That someone being Jonathan, who said, “Jeez, what’s that smell?”

“They’ve been farting,” I said, crossing my arms, a smile present on my face.

“No, that’s just Dustin,” Lucas chuckled.

I couldn’t help but laugh at Lucas’ comment and the fact that he was blowing raspberries while singing about Dustin farting. Tapping the top of his head, I laughed as I said that we needed to go.

The Byers boys and us Henderson kids all said our goodbyes before walking up the stairs and into the kitchen, where I heard Jonathan ask Will if he had a good time.

“Hey, kids,” Mrs. Wheeler said.

“Hey, Mrs. Wheeler,” Jonathan said.

“All four of you, wish your moms a merry Christmas for me, okay?” she asked.

“Sure thing,” I said. “Merry Christmas, Mrs. Wheeler.”

“Merry Christmas.”

Turning to walk to the front door, I put my arm around Dustin before I noticed a scent that was always one of my favorites. I smiled a little as we walked out to the car before I told Dustin that I’d be back in a moment. Grabbing the present I had brought just in case, Dustin gave me a knowing look that I tried to ignore.

I walked back in the house as Nancy was giving Jonathan a kiss on the cheek. Walking past her and into their living room, I peeked a look at Steve in his red Christmas sweater. I whispered his name, giving a come here motion with my hand. Once I felt we were in a somewhat private spot, I handed him the present I’d brought for him.

“For you,” I said. “It’s nothing, really. I just saw it and thought of you.”

He unwrapped it, eyes going a little glassy. “Uhm,” he said, turning his head away for a split moment before looking back at me. “I love it, Liv. Thank you.”

“It’s nothing,” I said. “At least now you’ll be able to check and see if you’re on time for school or not.”

We chuckled, both of us knowing that he was famous for being late to school almost every single day.

“I’ll see you after the break?” I asked.

“Yeah, for sure,” he said. He smiled before placing a kiss on my forehead like he always did.

When I got back in the car, I looked over at Dustin, who had a look on his face that said he knew something I didn’t. “What?”

“You like Steve,” he smiled.

“What?” I said. “No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do. You just don’t want to admit it.”

I couldn’t think of anything else to say after that, so all I did was give a reply of “Shut up,” before starting the car and heading back home.

As I laid in bed that night, I thought about what Dustin said. I didn’t like Steve…

Did I?

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Rose Coloured Lenses | Spencer Reid Fanfic

Summary: Reader cuts her finger while cooking and Spencer bandages her up Pairing: Spencer Reid/Reader Warnings: accidental knife cut, lots of mentions of blood/bleeding, kissing, swear words Category: Fluff Word count: 2k a/n: This is my first reader insert short. Got inspired because it's the 2 year anniversary of me cutting my own finger while cooking lol Also available to be read on AO3

Saturday nights were my designated home cooked meal nights. Even if Spencer was out of town on a case with work, I’d invite a friend or two over to the apartment for dinner. And on the rare occasion that no one was free, I would cook an extravagant meal to myself, playing music and dancing around the kitchen while belting out my favourite Taylor Swift song and hoping one of the neighbours don’t start knocking on the walls to get me to shut up.

Even though we've only lived together a short while, Spencer know’s enough to vacate the kitchen on Saturday nights, letting me take up all the space needed for multiple bowls, cutting boards, pots and pans. So when he arrives home from work a few hours early to see I’m on speaker phone with best friend, hair tied back and sleeves rolled up, mixing my famous meatball recipe, he knows not to get in the way. 

However, even with the rule of staying out of the kitchen, Spencer can’t help himself but to come in and give me a quick kiss hello, which I don’t mind. 

“It already smells amazing.” He say’s while tucking a strand of hair that fell out of my bun back behind my ear. 

“It’s really just onions and garlic right now, but thank you.” I smile at him. “Now get lost, I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

“Hi, Spencer. Bye, Spencer.” My best friend, Becky, say’s through the speaker phone, having heard our interaction. 

“Good evening, Becky.” He turns to leave but thinks better. Stopping to place a hand on my cheek and pull me in for another kiss. It’s sickeningly sweet as he gently rubs his thumb along my cheekbone. I wish my hands were anywhere on his body instead of stuck inside a bowl of ground beef. There’s no way Spencer would let me get away with touching him before washing my hands. 

“Get a room you two!” Becky laughs from the phone. “I can hear you making out.”

“That was definitely not making out. That was just me saying hello to my beautiful girlfriend, whom I missed dearly at work today. And if she wasn’t wrist deep in ground beef and on the phone I would already have her on my bed.” Spencer says with a smirk, leaving me speechless.

“Oh, spicy boy! Where do I find a man like you?” Becky manages to ask through her continued laughter.

“Okay! Spencer, that’s enough of you. I would really like to get my hands out of this bowl, so I’m going to need you to leave so I can finish cooking, please.” I say.

“Of course, sweetheart.” Spencer leans forward for another kiss but I pull my head back as far as my constricted hands will allow.

“Stop trying to distract me! I’ll call you when it’s ready.” I laugh.

Finally, he walks out of the kitchen to grab his work bag. I watch him pull out a new novel and head into the office, where I’m sure he will finish reading it in a few minutes. 

“Alright, now that he’s gone. What were we talking about?” I ask Becky for a reminder. 

“I believe we were chatting about the rising costs of butter, to be honest. Not the most riveting conversation.” Becky laughs out.

“Oh yeah. Didn’t we star out by talking about Justin’s new girlfriend? How did we end up on butter.” I laugh with her. 

As we continue our conversation, I portion and roll out the meat balls. Then I brown them off in a pan before adding the sauce I made prior to Spencer arriving home, turning it down to low so they can simmer. Finally after what feels like hours, I’m able to wash the meat off my hands and gather the ingredients needed for the salad. 

“I should let you go, y/n. It’s getting late and I’ve got to give my mom a call as well and make sure she remembers about our lunch plans tomorrow.” Becky explains while I’m at the sink washing lettuce and carrots. 

“Of course, it was a great chat. What has it been, two hours? We should get coffee soon. Continue the convo in person.” I offer.

“Yes, definitely. Alright, have a good night, I’ll text you tomorrow. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do with Spencer after dinner.” Becky says, and even though I can’t see her I just know she’s wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. 

“Ha ha. Goodnight, Becky.” With Spencer tucked away in his office and Becky officially off the line, I decide to play some music from my phone to fill the silence. “Nothing like some good ol’ Miley Cyrus.” I mumble to myself as I hit shuffle on her new album. 

I make sure it’s not too loud, so as not to disturb whatever Spencer is working on in the next room, and get started on prepping the salad. The lettuce gets chopped and dried, then tossed into the big bamboo salad bowl I convinced Spencer to buy at a market a few weeks back. 

“It’s so pretty and it fits the vibe of the apartment so well. If it doesn’t force us to eat more salads at least it’ll look nice on the kitchen table full of fruit.” I had told him. But I don’t think it were my words that convinced him to buy it. I think it was the look I gave him through my eyelashes, silently trying to convey that buying the bowl wasn’t just for the greens, but as a way for him to show that he really was serious about me moving in and making changes to the apartment he’s lived alone in for so long. 

With all the lettuce in the bowl, I move on to cutting the carrots into cubes. As I’m working away, Miley’s song Flowers starts playing from my phone. I refrain from singing along, to spare Spencer and the neighbours of the noise, but I can’t help moving my hips to the beat. It’s easy to get carried away dancing to this song, which I do. So much so that I forget I have a sharp knife in my hand.

The inevitable happens. As the song reaches the chorus, I start to hop up and down to the beat and my knife slips off the carrot and into the side of my ring finger. 

“Shit!” I drop the knife onto the counter and grab my injured hand with the other, bringing them to my chest as I squeeze my eyes closed. I can feel the wetness as blood pools out of my finger. I breath in through my nose and out through my mouth, trying to calm my already racing heartbeat. Knowing I need to assess the wound, I slowly bring my hands away from my chest and peak my eyes open. I barely move my uninjured hand away before I catch sight of the blood.

“Fuck.” I say, shutting my eyes and closing my hands together again. The sight make’s me feel nauseous and I end up crouching to the floor of the kitchen, unable to stand up any longer for fear of passing out. The initial adrenaline starts to ware off as my heart rate returns to normal and I can feel pulsing in the finger that I cut. 

After a few more seconds of sitting, I give in and lay fully onto the kitchen floor as I call out for Spencer. The sound of his office door opening is a relief. 

“Y/n?” I hear his footsteps come towards the kitchen. “Where are you?”

“Down here.” I groan from the floor behind the kitchen island. I don’t see Spencer come around the corner because my eyes are still squeezed shut, but I hear him. He rushes to me and kneels down to my side.

  “What happened? Are you okay?” His hands are on mine, gently trying to pry them apart to see the injury, but I don’t let him.

“I cut my finger.” I cry to him.

“Okay. Did you fall? Can you sit up?” He speaks softly, gently wiping a tear off my cheek that I didn’t know was there.

“I was starting to feel like I was going to throw up so I came down here. I didn’t fall, but I don’t think I can sit up yet.” I explain to him.

“That’s alright. That’s good that you didn’t fall. No head injuries to attend to. Okay give me a second, I’ll be right back I just need to grab the first aid kit from the bathroom.” Spencer says and I hear him run off down the hall

When he returns I hear the first aid kit hit the ground beside me and feel him sit down next to my chest, where I’m still clutching my hands together. I gasp and open my eyes when something cold is placed on my forehead.

“Sorry, should have warned you.” Spencer says when I look at him. “It’s just a cold cloth to help sooth you.”

“Thank you.” I breath out. 

“Of course.” Spencer’s eyes are soft on me. He caresses my cheek, making me sigh in delight. “Can I take a look?”

“Yeah.” I close my eyes again so I don’t catch sight of it, then open my hands for him. He gently takes them into his own and I feel him inspecting them.

“There’s quite a bit of blood but from what I can see it’s not that big of a cut. Do you think you can make it to the sink so we can wash it off?” He asks gently.

“Um, yeah. I think so.” 

  Spencer helps me up with an arm behind my back, then holds onto me as we walk over to the sink. He tests the water until it reaches a warm temperature then gently pulls my hands under the stream. I open my eyes to take a peak and all I see is red washing down the drain.

“Oh, gross.” I groan and put my head down onto the counter. 

“I didn’t know you were this bad with blood.” Spencer says as he helps me into a chair after rinsing my hands.

“Neither did I. I’ve never cut myself with a knife before. How do you deal at work? I’m sure you’ve seen more blood in one day on the field than I’ll see in my lifetime.” 

Now that there’s no blood all over my hands, Spencer brings my injured hand close to his face to inspect the cut. He’s very gentle, but as his fingers grab the one that I cut, I can’t help but to gasp out in pain. It’s so tender.

“Sorry.” He apologizes. “It took a while to get used to. I guess I might not even be that used to it. But it’s part of the job and we try our best to not get attached to the scenes, makes it a little easier to sleep at night.”

“Wow. I don’t know how you do it.” I say.

“It helps that I have you to come home to now.” He says sweetly. “Well, I don’t think you need stitches. Just some good gauze wrap and maybe an Advil if it’s still hurting.” Spencer says. I watch him intently as he wraps the gauze around my finger, securing it with a little piece of medical tape. When he’s finished he brings my hand to his mouth to kiss my fingers.

“Thank you, doctor.” 

“It was my pleasure.” 

“I didn’t get to finish dinner. I still need to make the pasta.” I sigh, making a move to stand up but Spencer pushes me back down from the shoulders.

“I’ll finish up dinner, you go sit on the couch.” He says.

“Are you sure? Saturday nights are my home cooked meal night.” 

“I’m sure. It’s still going to be home cooked even if it’s me cooking it.” He laughs.

“Thank you. I love you.” I pull him into a hug and he tucks me under his chin, holding me tight.

“I love you, too.” He says with a kiss to my forehead. 

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Summary: When a hunt starts to get tough, you call in Mary for help. Dean tags along, interested in meeting this hunter his mom won't stop talking about.

Warnings: violence, blood, cursing

Sidenote: crocottas are monsters that appear human and are said to lure their victims into the woods by mimicking the voices of their loved ones so that they can consume their soul.

You'd been investigating this case the last two days. The first day you figured out it was a crocotta. The second day you figured out it was actually two.

After just barely making it out of the forest, you made your way back to your motel room and bandaged your wounds. You'd tripped while trying to escape in the dark and had a nasty scrape on your forearm, and there was a nasty bite on your neck. They'd almost gotten you, you were lucky to be able to fight them off.

You sighed, you would not be able to do this alone. You were a good hunter. A great one even. But even you couldn't take on two crocottas without help.

You turned on your phone and scrolled through your short list of contacts before finding the one you wanted.

The phone rang three times before she picked up.

"Hey y/n."

"Hey Mary, I'm having some trouble on a case and could use yours and Bobby's help."

"Yeah sure! Fill me in."

"Two crocottas."

"Two? You're sure?"

"Considering they both tried to eat my soul, yes I'm sure."

"Bobby's out on a case with a different hunter, so I'll have to bring one of my sons."

"Bring whoever you want. We could use plenty of hands on this one."

"You got it. Text me where you are and we'll leave as soon as we can."

"You're a lifesaver Mary, thank you."

A few hours later and there was a knock on your door. You opened it to be greeted by Mary and two men standing behind her.

"Mary! Thank you so much for coming!" You said as you moved in for a hug. Mary hugged you tightly before you stepped aside to let them in.

"These are my boys, the tall one is Sam and the other is Dean."

"Nice to meet you." You smiled at them, looking them up and down.

Sam's long hair was tucked behind his ears and he offered you a kind smile.

Deans chiseled jaw and nice build certainly caught your eye. He was definitely your type. However, you didn't really think it was a great idea to try and hook up with your friends son.

"So, two crocottas?" Dean asked.

"Yup."

"They usually hunt on their own. Strange to have two in one spot, let alone to have them work together."

"You're telling me," you responded, "I've never seen anything like it."

"Alright, we've got our gear, ready to go?"

"Dean she's injured we should wait until tomorrow." Sam argued.

"No no it's fine. I'm ready to go."

"Honey are you sure? We can wait." Mary murmured to you.

"Yes, I'm good. I want those fuckers dead." You grinned.

The four of you practically fell into the motel room when you'd gotten back. The fight with the two wendigos had been brutal, and everyone had injuries. You pulled out your first aid kit, first tending to yours and Mary's wounds before turning to Dean while she helped Sam.

"Nah I'm ok." He said trying to wave you off.

"Dude, just let me see your arm. You definitely need stitches, that thing cut you pretty good."

"Listen to her Dean." Mary scolded.

Dean sighed and peeled off his flannel, leaving him in a black short sleeve, which you rolled up over his shoulder. You were right, it had cut him pretty good. Three jagged slashes adorned his bicep, though they weren't bleeding anymore.

You wet a cloth to clean up the blood around the area, then disinfected the wounds. Dean hissed in response.

"Sorry. The stitches are gonna hurt too." You muttered.

"Just get it over with."

You carefully stitched up his wounds, ensuring that they wouldn't come undone unless he really exerted himself.

Dean took this opportunity to really get a look at you. You had a small cut on your cheek, probably from running into a branch or a bush. Your eyes were focused, glued to his arm. He looked at the way your jaw curved and the way the strands of hair that'd come out of your ponytail framed your face. You were beautiful, he thought.

You'd been very sweet and encouraging since he'd met you, joking around in the car on the drive to the forest edge. You'd even teased Sam a bit. You had watched their backs out there, and had actually saved his ass. Seeing the difference between the kind and caring you right now and the bloodthirsty ruthless you he'd seen taking down those crocottas gave him whiplash. It was like you were a completely different person.

"Done!" You sat back and admired your handiwork, giving Dean a smile.

"Thanks."

"Anytime." You said as you began packing your stuff up.

"So...where you off to next?" Sam asked.

"Not sure yet," you replied, "I'll probably stay here a few more days until I find another case and then hit the road."

"Well, if you wanted, you could come stay with us." He offered.

"Huh?"

"We've got plenty of room in the bunker, and I'm sure it'd be nice to have a home base. A bed to call your own." Mary piped up.

"And we could use skill like yours on the regular."

"I don't know, I'm more of a lone wolf type of girl." You chuckled.

"That's fine, we're not asking you to go with us on every hunt. Just come join us so we can ask you for help if needed." Sam explained.

You hesitated. Sure, it would be nice to actually have your own room. A place you could call home. A safe place you could go to. But at the same time, you hadn't relied on anyone in years. Not to mention, you really weren't going to be around for a whole lot longer.

"Please, y/n?" Mary whispered.

You looked up at her.

"I worry about you. You're on your own, no one to rely on. It's less likely for something to happen if you come stay with us."

You sighed. She wasn't going to let up on this, and she'd gotten her boys in on it too. And from what you'd heard, they were more stubborn than she was.

"Fine. I'll go."

Mary's face lit up and she pulled you into a hug. Sam grinned and Dean looked pleased.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

You'd chosen a room at random, not realizing yours was right next to Dean's. You put your stuff away, you didn't have much so it didn't take very long. Then went and showered before joining the others in the main room.

"There you are," Mary said as you walked in, "I want you to meet Castiel and Jack."

"The angel and the nephilim." You said, looking between the gruff man and the bright blond boy. They both eyed you curiously.

"Mary talks about you all a lot." You shrugged.

"Well it's nice to meet you. She talks about you a lot too." Jack said.

"She does?" You blinked.

"All the damn time," Dean chuckled, "You'd think she's your mother."

You laughed and sat down at the table, taking a sip of the beer Dean passed to you.

"It's a nice place. How the hell did ya find it?"

"Long story. Used to belong to this group called the Men of Letters. Pretty useful stuff in here. Has all the lore you could ask for." Sam explained.

"Cool." You nodded.

"So how'd you get into hunting?" Jack asked.

"Yeah I was wondering," Sam said, "Mom talks about you a lot but she never mentioned how you got into this life."

"Ah...yeah. Well about 8 years back a werewolf broke into my parent's house and killed them. He was one of a long string of deaths in town so obviously some hunters came to investigate. Long story short they gave me the talk and took me in and taught me everything they knew. They were killed during a case a few years ago."

"I'm sorry, that's a tough way to get into it."

You shrugged, "It's alright. Keeps me sane honestly. I don't think I could just go around living a normal life knowing that there's things out there like that killing people."

"I get that." Sam murmured.

The table went quiet. You bit the inside of your cheek before standing.

"I think I'm gonna go to bed. Thank you guys for having me out here. Night."

A chorus of goodnights sounded in the room and you walked off to yours. You cuddled up in bed and waited to fall asleep. Not too long later you heard the door of the room next to yours shut.

Maybe it would be nice having actually friends. If they were anything like Mary, you'd definitely treasure them.

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Ron Weasley x Reader🦰

Your dad is lupin, so ur a werewolf cos plotline, babe x

Ron's pov

As y/n turns into a wolf, I stare at her in shock.

Why didn't she ever tell me she was a wolf, I've known her for like, three years and she didn't tell me.

But that's not what shocks me the most.

Her and her dad start fighting, and it only stops once y/n is flung against a tree bleeding from basically everywhere.

She lets out a large yelp before a howling is heard from the distance, and Professor lupin runs towards it.

I try to stand up to help her, but the pain in my leg is too much, so instead, I slump back down, feeling useless.

God, I always feel useless.

Your pov

I wake up in a familiar room, the hospital wing.

Everywhere hurts, and I can't remember why.

"You're awake?" I hear Ron ask, and I move my eyes to look at him as I nod yes.

"What happened?" I ask as I slowly sit up and rub my eyes.

"You and your had, wolfed out." Ron answers as he cautiously watches me as I move about.

"He didn't mean to hurt me, yknow." I say, shaking my head as my dad and I fought.

"When we turn into werewolfs, we can't control what we do. He would never mean to hurt me he's not like that." I keep repeating.

"Y/n, I know." Ron says as he shakes his head.

"But why didn't you tell us?" Ron questions, and I sigh before I start tearing up, and Ron moves over as much as he can on his tiny hospital bed and pats the space beside him.

Using my all, I stand up and sit next to him, being cautious of his bandaged leg.

Everywhere hurts, and just by standing up, the whole room spins.

"I didn't want anyone to find out. People don't like us, Ron. I didn't want to ruin our friend group by being a werewolf. I didn't want you to be scared." I say as I shake my head rapidly, and Ron just stares at me.

"I'd never ever stop being your friend, and I'd never be scared of you." Ron states before I can see another question lingering on his face.

"But how could you control it? All the times our group went a walk during a full moon, you controlled it." He then goes on to ask, and I sigh.

"When i was first born, my mom left because she found out my dad was a werewolf and my dad didn't want something like that to happen to me when I grew up so he took me to some sort of specialist, they made it so I could only turn into one when I wanted to." I tell him before I turn and stare him dead in the eyes.

"You can not tell anyone Ron, anyone, that I'm a werewolf." I warn, and he nods.

"Are you okay, though? The fight was pretty bad." Ron quizzes, and I nod.

"It only hurts when I move." I laugh, but then I motion to his leg.

"But what happened to your leg? Is it sore?" It's now my turn to quiz.

"It only hurts when I move." Ron mocks, and I smile.

Even after what happened tonight, somehow Ron is still making me smile.

"I promise you, though my dad is not a bad person." I state again, and Ron just smiles, clearly getting tired of me repeating that my dad didn't mean it.

"Have we been in here for long?" I ask Ron as I slump closer into his side, starting to feel tired again.

"Only like an hour or two." Ron answers before I feel his arm fall limply over my shoulders, which makes me smile.

"If I couldn't control when I turned into a werewolf, and I turned into one in front of you, I'd never hurt you." I tell him in some attempt to flirt with him before I fall asleep feeling safe in his arms.

I wake up the next morning only to see that I've been moved back to my bed and that Ron's bed is now empty.

I guessed they used the spell that they used to fix Harry's arm a year ago on Ron's leg.

"Y/n my dear, im so sorry for whatever I have done to you. You know I'd never ever hurt you purposely." My dad apologises from beside my bed, and I move my eyes to look at him, and I smile.

"I know, we can't control what happens dad it's not your fault." I tell him as I shake my head.

"Did I at least hurt you?" I ask as I laugh, and he smiles.

"Yeah, actually, I've got a nasty cut on my back." He tells me as he grabs my hand and gives it a tight squeeze.

My dad truly is my best friend.

"Are you mad at me, though?" I then ask, and he shakes his head.

"Absolutely not y/n! You did the right thing. You saved your friends." My dad states, and I smile proudly.

"Are they gonna tell people our secret?" I then ask, and my dad shakes his head.

"Dumbledore made everyone promise not to, but y/n, I can't trust snape. it's not safe for me to work here anymore, I'm leaving in ten minutes." My dad tells me, and tears begin to pour from my eyes.

"No, you need to stay at the school, dad, I don't think I could handle having any other DaDa teacher." I cry, and my dad shakes his head.

"You'll see me every school break." My dad reminds me, and I just stare at him through the tears before dumbledore opens the door to tell my dad that his ride home is here.

"I love you y/n, I'll write you a letter every week and I'll see you at Christmas." My dad says as he leans down and kisses my head.

"I love you too." I whisper as I pull him into a hug, making sure not to touch his back before he walks out, leaving dumbledore and I in the room.

"What you did was very brave." Dumbledore tells, and I smile at him.

"Thank you." I say, and he nods.

"Your secret is safe with me. Please don't worry." The then says, and I again smile.

"Twenty points to gryffindor." He exclaims before he walks out, the doors slamming behind him, leaving me in the silent room.

After I'm left in my own thoughts for a while, I spot a mirror.

I need to see how cut up I am.

I stand up, taking deep breaths as I walk towards the mirror, ignoring the sharp and shooting pains coming from practically everywhere.

As I stare at myself in the mirror I gasp, my face has a few, quite deep scratches but I don't really care because then I'll have a badass looking scar like my dad, but its the rest of my body I'm worried about.

I don't think there's a part of my body that doesn't have a scratch.

And suddenly, the door of the hospital wing flies open, and Ron, mione, and Harry fly in.

"You're okay!" Mione gasps as she pulls me into a loose hug, clearly being careful about my cuts, and I smile and hug back before Harry and Ron join in on the hug.

"My dad's leaving in case someone leaks the secret." I sigh, and they all nod, understanding why he'd leave.

"You're badly cut up." Mione again gasps as she grabs my face and inspects the cuts.

"I don't care. They'll make some badass scars." I tell her, and she nods in agreement.

"You'll be seriously hot." Ron states, and I turn and look at him in shock of what he just said.

"Well, you already are, but the scars will make it better." He says in a panic, and I raise my eyebrows at him.

"So, you think I'm hot?" I ask, and mione and Harry both let out small 'oooo's, and Ron's face fills with panic.

"Yes?" He says, although it sounds more like a question.

"I think you're pretty hot too." I tell him, smirking slightly, and he turns almost as red as his hair.

It's been a few days now since that incident and I've been able to go to all my classes fine, but Ron insists on holding my arm and walking me, no matter if we're not even in the same class.

"Y/n, is it true the werewolf was your dad?" Draco asks from the table behind me in our history of magic class, and Ron and I both turn to him and give him a dirty look.

"Oh shove off, malfoy." Ron and I say in usion, which makes me smile.

Honestly, I'm not really caring about Ron insisting on going everywhere with me as it means we get to spend a lot of time with each other.

If I'm gonna be for real here, I hope I never get better.

So today is gonna be the day I confess to him.

Once class has ended, it's now dinner time, but I turn and stare at him.

"Instead of going to the Great Hall straight away, can we go to my dorm? There's something I really need to tell you." I ask Ron, and he nods, looking very concerned as we sit on my bed.

I take a deep breath and just say how I feel.

'I love you.'

He's clearly shocked by that comment as he just stares at me and blinks for a few seconds before he grabs my cheeks and pulls me in for a quick but meaningful kiss.

I kiss back and smile widely as I stare at Ron.

"You know I love you too right? Like I always have." Ron tells me as he doesn't let go of my cheeks.

"I mean it y/n I'm literally missing out on eating to be in your room." He laughs and I smile.

[drama--universe]

Wish & Forget

Pairings: Chishiya x student!reader (platonically)

Word Count: 1049 words

Warnings: character death(s), cursing, spoilers S2, Niragi (he doesn't do anything, but just to be sure...)

A/N I'm back, hope you enjoy :)

"I just wish for this to be a dream... Don't you guys?" You asked quietly, staring at the stars that stood high in the sky. Neither Chishiya or Niragi answered you, but both men did look your way as they watched tears spill from your eyes.

Both men felt uncomfortable to see you cry, you were too young to be here and experience the horror that was the Borderlands. Too young to laying here to bleed to death.

"Do you think we'll die?" You asked and Niragi was the first to answer, only a scoff as he looked you in the eye.

"I'm not going to, that's fucking sure." He sneered, but you could hear slight worry in his voice as he spit out even more blood then before. He was sat only inches from you, leaning against the car tire.

You looked at Chishiya, waiting for an answer from him patiently. He only gave a shrug, as uncaring as he usually was. His eyes, however, made it clear to you as you saw the fear in him as well. So you held your hand out to him, which he only looked at in confusion before awkwardly taking it. You laid down fully again before lifting your other hand as well, holding it out to Niragi. He didn't notice until Chishiya awkwardly coughed, making him look over.

"What the fuck?" He slapped your hand away and you shrugged, just laying it next to your form instead. You looked back around on the street you were at, eyes glancing at all of the people who laid dead before you. That's when the horrors dawned on you again, quickly turning into tears rolling down your face again. Soon you were sobbing again, trying to stay as quiet as you could.

You didn't want to die, you just wanted to go home.

"I wish I would just wake up." You choked out, talking to yourself as you tried to control the tears. You could feel Chishiya's hand hold yours more tightly, almost like a silent comfort.

"My mom would scream at me that I'm late for school again and drag me out of my bed." You continued as you sat up again, pulling your legs up and hugging them with your free arm.

"I just wish to go back home." You sobbed out before hearing the fireworks going off, a female voice asking if you'd wish to stay or not. You quickly declined the permanent residency and then it went black.

Chishiya's eyes opened, being greeted by a white ceiling as he slowly blinked to get used to the bright light. Turning his head slowly, he quickly took notice of the nurse next to him that quickly started to ask if he was okay. He wanted to say yes, but his throat felt dry and hoarse, so he chose to just nod instead. He didn't even need to ask for the reason that he laid in a hospital bed as she quickly started telling him about the meteor strike and how many people had ended up in the hospital, all with the same symptoms.

Their hearts had stopped for one full minute.

Apparently the man next to him was the same and Chishiya was quick to turn his head to look at said man.

The man looked way worse then he did, half of his body was tightly wrapped in bandages and Chishiya could see fresh-looking burn marks peaking from underneath the bandages.

The man looked familiar for some reason. Chishiya couldn't explain the feelings he experienced as he stared at the burned man. Half of him was happy to see someone who experienced the same, the other half felt disgust and pity towards the man.

The man, Chishiya quickly learned that his name was Niragi, woke up almost simultaneously as him and judging by the nurses' panic, they weren't the only people who did.

"Meteor as well?" Chishiya spoke up to Niragi, who only hummed in response as he tried to register everything.

"How come you aren't burned to a fucking crisp like me?" Niragi asked, clearly annoyed at his condition and Chishiya could only smirk, leaning his head forward to hide said smirk with his hair as he sat up. He was badly bruised and he could see some first degree burn marks on his legs, something he didn't really mind when he looked back to Niragi. He couldn't even sit up and Chishiya's mind decided that pity was the stronger emotion for now.

"Do you remember anything?" Niragi spoke up again and Chishiya shook his head, sighing. Something was missing, like he'd experience a whole life in just the minute of unconsciousness.

"I feel like I'm missing something..." He replied and Niragi was quick to agree. "Yeah, it's like someone stole half of my memories." He replied and Chishiya could only agree again, Niragi seemingly just read his mind.

Before either could say anything else, a loud flatline sounded through the room and Chishiya looked sideways, looking at another patient. A doctor and several nurses rushed in, the doctor quickly began CPR on the patient while the nurses stood to the side and watched in shock.

Chishiya stood up from his bed, removing the blankets and ignoring the cold floor against his bare feet. He didn't know why, his body started to move on it's own as he edged closer to see what was going on. The doctor who was performing CPR stopped just as Chishiya could see the patient, getting of the bed and stepping back. This revealed the patient completely to Chishiya's curious eyes.

A young girl, probably still a student, with (long/medium/short) (h/c) hair. Her face was bruised slightly, but she looked fine anywhere else. No reason in Chishiya's mind understood why'd she'd experience heart failure.

As he looked at her face again, suddenly all of his memories came back to him. Your first time meeting in a game of diamonds, the Beach, Borderlands, everything. He knew her, she was like a sister to him.

"Patient (Y/n) (L/n) died at 1:34 pm." The doctor stated and just like that, all memories disappeared again. Chishiya was just left standing confused as to why tears were spilling from his eyes as he watched you being rolled out of the room.

He just assumed he felt bad for the student he just watched die, unaware that he forgot everything.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Oh! For nightnurse!reader its been a long time since Jason has seen reader (up close) because hes giving her space to figure it out and he doesn’t want to scare her and he goes to the clinic super injured and shes the only one there who can patch him up and they talk it through. Love this series!

When you walk in with Leslie, in a set of pale lavender scrubs, Jason watches the introductions and tries to breathe. You don't look nervous- not from a distance. You look professional. Sweet.

And when Leslie points you over to him, having you get started with someone you're familiar with, Jason exhales sharply.

"Hey, sunflower," he said, watching you take a second to familiarize yourself with how everything is laid out.

"Hey," you murmur.

"I uh- in case I forgot to say it the other day, I'm sorry if you felt put on the spot," he said. Deciding it was best to start there. You were here, so you'd either talked to Leslie or talked to Bruce. But now- you were complicit. More so than you were when you dragged him in off the fire escape instead of letting him bleed to death. Before, you could have said you'd been threatened if you got caught- And Jason would have went with it. But now? If they weren't down you were in danger too.

"I just wasn't sure what you were going to do," you murmur.

He watches your hands. They aren't trembling, even if your voice is. "I know," he said, watching you. "I should have called you. Or not come to your apartment."

"I'm not mad at you."

"That's good," he hummed, trying not to smile. Trying not to notice that his family was watching intently. And that Stephanie and Babs were whisper screaming. "I'll uh- wait until you don't have a needle so close to my crotch before I tell you about last night-"

"You mean when you hauled Alex to the GCPD?"

"I uh-" You said it blandly. Without any particular anger or sadness. But Jason still freezes. "Yeah."

"He called me," you explain. "Screamed at me for a while before his time ran out. Told me to stop being a cunt and bail him out."

"How many times?" Jason asked.

"Once," you sigh. "I only bailed him out once. And then he stole my car and wrapped it around a tree with his buddies."

"Y/N," he said, not sure how to read your tone of voice.

"Did he tell you about our mom?" you snort.

"Told me to ask you," Jason admitted.

"Course he did."

"You don't have to-"

"I snitched," you say simply. "She beat me half to death for waking her up from her come-down nap because Alex burnt himself with battery acid- and I snitched. Told the cops she was making drugs in the house and got her taken to jail."

And all Jason can do is blink at you. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "Sweetheart I'm so sorry."

"Not your sweetheart," you say, putting a bandage over the row of stitches inside his thigh, getting ready to see to the next person.

"Not yet," Jason thinks to himself.

[favorjtecrime]

Tired

vance hopper x yamada!reader

one | two | three | four

Vance looked up at you with a glare. “I don't want your pity, i told you im fucking fine so ba-” “vance please.” He went quiet. You knew him, well of course you knew him because of his reputation but, the way you said his name, it sounded real. It sounded caring, and you sounded just like how you did back in 5th grade. “Fine..” he murmured, you gave him a small smile before helping him get up and letting him use your shoulder as support. About a minute or two had passed of the two of you walking in silence until you reached the steps. It was half an hour to 6 and here you were, Y/n yamada unlocking her house to let Vance hopper in. He limped his way to your sofa and sat on the blonde leather. “I’ll be back with the medkit, let me just grab it from my room!” you sent a grin to him before rushing up the stairs. Vance sat in pain as he looked over the decor of your living room, a small recliner was sat a few feet away from the tv and you had a small leather sofa on the right side, where he sat. Your shelves and walls were covered with framed photos, some of your parents wedding day, some of bruce posing in baseball uniforms, amy getting her first pair of glasses, and you with that stupid but gorgeous smile that vance had always admired ever since he was younger. “Hey! I couldn't find the regular bandaids so I had to borrow a few from my secret stash from like 6th grade. ``You laughed a bit at the end before showing him a small box of medical supplies and a small bag of purple and pink designed bandaids with small cat faces all over them. “Whatever, just hurry up, idiot..” You smiled at him before grabbing his arm with warm and comforting hands that wrapped bandaging over the gash. “I'm no doctor, but i think applying pressure should make the bleeding stop and help close the wound” You had this bad habit of sticking your tongue out when focusing, while vance watched your face as you wrapped the bandage around his arm, he saw your tongue stick out while a corner of his lip turned upward. “..there!” you had finished wrapping his arm and were currently applying a kitten band aid to the small cuts that littered his hands and face. “If you want you can go now.. But like you don't need to if you still feel pain!! My family won't be back home for another week so I really don't mind the company.. Oh god i sound pathetic, im sorry” you were rambling, another habit that vance had witnessed you do before. “I know you're poor and can't afford shit just by looking at your house, but does your tv have good channels or something? '' he asked, looking at the remote that was placed on the table in front of the sofa. “Oh! Yeah it actually has this really good show that i’ve been watching every time i fall asleep late” you clicked the on button and flipped through the channels while vance watched you, but you were too busy to realize until you stopped at the channel. “This one runs all the way from 1 to 8! If we’re lucky they might show all the episodes in order” you said happily while leaning down onto the couch, eyes glued to the television. “I think my mom watches this, god you have horrible taste” he said while leaning back. “Hey ! that just shows that you have bad taste” You were getting comfortable with vance hopper of all people, just one wrong move and your neck could be snapped like a twig, but at the same time you didn't worry much because, weirdly, part of you felt safe with him and not threatened. A few minutes later your eyes began to droop and you felt yourself drift off to sleep, what you didn't realize was how hot Vance felt himself after feeling your head fall onto his shoulder. And by the time you woke, the vance hopper was gone, and you laid on the couch with a small blanket draped over you.

[authorforrosie]

Requested by: anonymous.

Request: Hi I have a request about Ko mun yeong about to marry the reader but her mom comes and stabs the reader in front of everyone but the reader recovers and after the reader recovers Ko avoids the reader because she is scared that the reader might get hurt because of her but the reader convinces her that their will always be safe.

Title: She pushes you away.

Pairing: Ko Mun-Yeong x you. [GxG.]

Warnings: mention of violent scene, Kn*fe, stabbing, sobbing, trauma as in PTSD trigger.

Words: 1049.

It was supposed to be the most perfect day in Ko Mun-Yeong and your day. A day where you both make the most memorable moment in your life. That's when you become her wife. She already wanted to marry you the first time she saw you. You looked so glorious in her opinion at that time like always.

Sadly the destiny had other plans which showed when her mother stood in front of you with a kn*fe in your stomach. Her ice cold emotionless brown eyes met the pain filled Mun-Yeong's warm brown eyes. Everything went in slow motion for you and Mun-Yeong.

Her mother glanced around emotionless before making a dramatic exit. You gasped falling on your knees in the process. Your tearful y/e/c eyes glanced into her deep painful brown eyes. Her arms reached out to hold you and let you down on the ground slowly. One of her friends tore their suits and put them on your wound. Which didn't stop bleeding.

„Y/N please don't die on me. I love you. We still haven't married yet and traveled the world. I don't know what to do without you..." sobbed Mun-Yeong.

You tried to speak by opening your mouth yet couldn't. Blood rolled down your chin from your mouth. Mun-Yeong sobbed louder. Everyone knew not to touch her since nothing could take the pain.

Mun-Yeong felt so lost, cold and empty without you. Her world broke into pieces by stopping. Everything went even more in slow motion. Until the sirens that came closer by every second could be heard.

- -

Time went by slowly in slow motion just like her whole world. Tears after tears rolled down her cheeks from her eyes. Her eyes were red, swollen and puffy from all the crying. Billions of scenarios went through her mind. Especially the negative ones. The ones where you die and don't wake up anymore.

Ten hours later a doctor walked towards the waiting room next to a nurse who held a clipboard in her hands. Both saw a woman sleeping on the uncomfortable hospital chair with tears on her cheeks. The nurse sat next to her, putting a hand on Mun-Yeong's shoulder.

„Ma'am are you here for Y/F/N Y/L/N...?" Asked the nurse gently while shaking her shoulder softly.

It took a moment for Mun-Yeong to wake up. She yawned, stretching her arms in process. Her hand rubbed the sore muscles in her neck from sleeping on uncomfortable hospital chair.

„Yes I am here for my fiancé..." Answered Mun-Yeong with worry in her voice.

The doctor sat down next to Mun-Yeong. She and the nurse glanced at each other before she looked back at Mun-Yeong.

„Y/N is out of the critical state. We stopped the bleeding and stitched up her wound. She should be recovering in no time." Announced the doctor with happiness in her voice.

„Can I see my fiancé..." Mun-Yeong asked with relief in her voice.

Mun-Yeong glanced at Doctor Bae and Nurse Kim with hope. Doctor Bae and Nurse Kim could only nod their heads at each other.

„Yes you can. The nurse Kim Jennie will show you the room." Answered the doctor Bae Irene with sympathy in her voice.

Nurse Kim Jennie walked away with Mun-Yeong following behind her. Both women started a conversation with each other about different subjects.

Mun-Yeong sobbed again with her nerves wrecking since the sight in front of her was sad. You hooked up to a heart monitor and an IV stuck in your arm.

She didn't know where to touch you without hurting you. Since every movement hurts you through the big wound on your stomach which was stitched up and covered by a huge bandage around your stomach.

- -

You've been out of hospital since yesterday. You had to stay there for four weeks. For two weeks Mun-Yeong has been ignoring you. You didn't know why or if you did anything wrong.

After overthinking about everything you couldn't take it anymore and decided to confront Mun-Yeong. You wanted desperately to know why she was ignoring you.

You drive towards her house with a sad expression on your face. Stopping the car when you arrived at her house which was very glorious in your opinion.

When you knocked on the front door you saw Mun-Yeong. She wore a beautiful black dress. You couldn't help yourself from checking her out.

„What are you doing here...?" Asked Mun Yeong with seriousness in her voice.

„I am here because you are ignoring and avoid me. I wanna know why." Answered you with sadness in your voice.

Mun Yeong glanced away since she knew she couldn't resist you if she looked into your eyes.

„You should stay away from me. I am not good. I am scared that I will hurt you like my mom hurts others." Confessed Mun Yeong with sadness in her voice.

You only lifted her chin with your thumbs. Your y/e/c eyes glanced into her deep brown eyes. Which had fear in them.

„No I am not going away. Do you know why? It's because I know that you are a better person than your evil mother. Who always tried and still tries to ruin everything for you. You are way warm hearted to do anything to hurt people. I've seen you a long time already and I know you only hurt people when you have to protect your loved ones." State you with admiration and seriousness in your voice.

Your statement caused her to grin with a happy expression on her face. She couldn't believe how lucky she is to have someone like you in her life.

You both glanced at each other's lips. Mun Yeong knew she couldn't resist anymore so she pulled you closer and kissed your lips passionately.

„I love you. My beautiful soon to be wife." Confessed Mun Yeong. She grin.

You and Mun Yeong decided to spend the day making out while watching K-Drama's. Your wedding was rescheduled for a few weeks and let's just say Mun Yeong definitely took revenge on her evil mother. So badly that her evil mother left the country.

[i-cant-sing]

Hello I was wondering if we can get a part 2 the platonic surgeon dabi after reader arrives home and wondering why they're parents are being arrested or while they are still in dabi's office what was those little purple gummies are(melatonin gummies)

Platonic Yandere Surgeon Dabi pt 2

You folded the blanket neatly, completing making up the hospital bed. It was your last day here, you were gonna be discharged. And although Dr Dabi was insistent on keeping you for longer than 3 days, you were just as stubborn, promising you'd return to be more pain in his ass.

"Here are your things!" The nurse handed you the little belonging you'd brought along. Even though Dr Dabi had made sure that the entire hospital staff knew to treat you like a V.V.I.P patient, you had already charmed most of them on your own. I mean, there's no such thing as a perfect patient, but god did you come close to it. Always saying thank you, apologising when you'd need their help with basic things, cooperating with them when they'd change your IVs and bandages.

"Are you sure you don't need a wheelchair, sweetie?" The nurse asked once more, bringing the wheelchair inside your room again.

You smiled and shook your head. "No, thank you-"

"I don't remember telling you to give Miss Y/n the choice, Nurse Sophie." Dabi said, walking in with an irritated look on his face, his eye bags making him look angrier than usual.

The poor nurse stammered. "I- I just-" but Dabi didn't bother listening to her explanation, snatching the wheelchair from her and bring it to you.

"Sit."

You crossed your arms. "No. I'm fine walking on my own."

"Your stitches haven't healed yet, your ribs are still bruised. I don't need you getting another internal bleeding or passing out in my hospital."

"But I'm fine-"

"You either leave in the wheelchair, or you don't leave at all. I won't sign your discharge papers." Dabi said with a serious face, waiting for you to challenge him.

The nurse could only look between you two, sensing the tension, wondering who'd relent.

It was you.

"Ugh fine!" You said, plopping yourself in the chair. "You just want to embarrass me every chance you get, don't you?"

Dabi rolled his eyes and smiled. "Yeah, that's the big plan." He rolled you out of your room and down to the exit.

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"Why are we in the parking?" You don't remember owning a car or bringing your bicycle.

"I'm driving you home."

"Why? I could just get a cab."

"I don't trust you or the cab. You'd probably hop out of it to save money."

"Hey! I'm not that poor!" You huffed. "Besides, I'd call a friend to pick me up."

Dabi wheeled you towards his BMW. "Look, I'll sleep better knowing you got home safe."

You sighed. "Fine, but you're gonna get some morphine."

"No."

"Acne cream? I'd make a couple of bucks selling that to kids at school."

Dabi face palmed. "Fine, whatever."

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"What the fuck?" You hopped out of the car as soon as your house came into view. Why were there cop cars outside of your house?

"Y/n, stop-!" Dabi called from behind, but you ran ahead, finally stopping when the cops prevented you from going any further.

"That's my house! What's going on here?!"

One of the lead investigators walked ahead. "Are you miss Y/n L/n?"

"I- yes."

"Ma'am, we've received a report about child neglect and abuse-"

"T-thats not true!" You said, trying to come up with an excuse. "Who even gave you that report?!"

"Anonymous tip. But between you and me kid, it's probably a relative or one of your neighbours." The cop said, before looking back at the house. Just then your parents were being dragged out of the house. Your alcoholic father had was being pulled by 2 cops as he yelled obscenities at them, while your mother quietly wept as a cop lead her towards the police car.

"Mom!" You slipped past the cops and towards your mother, who cried when she saw you.

"Y/n! You're alive! I- I thought he'd killed you-"

"Mom! Shh! Don't say a word to the police! Not without a lawyer! I'll get you out of there!" You promised her. Your mother wasnt a bad person, she just never was able to defend you from your father.

You looked at your father, who'd now somehow managed to get away from the cops and made a run for you, tackling you to the ground. He began choking you.

"You bitch! This is all your fault!" He was close to crushing your windpipe, but the cops pulled him off you.

You could only cry as you watched them taken away. Dabi walked over to you, taking off his jacket and putting it around you, before pulling you up.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" He asked, but you only wept. What the fuck are you supposed to do now.

The lead investigator walked over to you. "Listen kid, your parents are gonna spend the night at the station where they're gonna be interrogated. You probably won't see them until they get a court date. You got somewhere to stay there until then?"

You stopped crying and nodded. "Yeah, I'll stay at my aunts."

"Need me to drive you?"

"I'll take her." Dabi told the cop, who only took his card before leaving.

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You remained silent as Dabi drove you towards the address you'd gave him. But the location he'd came to, it was an abandoned house.

"Thanks for the ride." You said, about to leave the car but Dabi pulled you back in.

"There is no aunt, is there?"

"No." You didn't have it in you to lie anymore. "But I've spent a lot of nights at this abandoned house many times. I'll be fine."

"Are you out of your mind? Do you know the type of people that could get in there and what they'd do to you?"

"I'll be fine-"

"No, you won't." He began turning the car. around. "I'm taking you to my place-"

You slammed your hands on the dashboard. "I SAID I'LL BE FINE!" You yelled, before finally breaking down.

Dabi unbuckled himself and pulled you into a hug. "Shhh, come on. I'm sorry, okay? I just- I can't leave you here. If something happened to you, I'd- I'd never forgive myself."

"Why... do you care?" You whispered.

Dabi shrugged. "Dont you know it by now? You're my favourite pain in the ass." You chuckled.

"Still, I can't go to your house. I just- I cant, okay? It's weird, and you've already done enough for me."

Dabi sighed. "Alright. How about I take you back to the hospital then? You could stay in my office, crash on the couch for the night?"

You nodded. Dabi began driving back towards the hospital, and halfway through the drive, he saw you on browsing on your phone.

"What are you looking for?"

"Lawyers."

"Why?"

"To get my mom out."

Dabi didn't say anything after that, preferring to remain silent instead of pointing out that she deserves to be in jail. You're enough wounded emotionally as it is.

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Dabi had gone to bring you a pillow and a blanket. His office was pretty big and minimilast interior, and it didn't look like he brought in a lot of people in here.

You honestly don't know how to thank him. He's gone above and beyond to help you, and not just tonight. Your medical bills that he always waived off, saying the hospital pays for them because they have a programme that takes cases on like yours. But deep down, you knew it was his pocket all your bills were being paid for.

"Y/n." You looked over to the door where Dabi stood, along with a man in a fine suit. "This is my boyfriend, Keigo Takami."

You stood up and shook his hand. "Its very nice to meet you."

"Likewise, kid." The blonde smiled.

"Y/n, he's a lawyer." Oh no. "Before you say no, at least tell him the whole story, maybe he can just consult you or refer you to a suitable lawyer."

You closed your eyes and thought for a bit. That's the thing, isn't it? Dr Dabi, he's always willing to help you, and that's why you can't turn him down when he offers more help because it feels... rude.

"Okay."

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After 30 minutes, you'd told everything to Keigo. You'd explained that your father was an alcoholic and that's why he beat up often. Your mother got beat up by him too, but she was far too in love with him to ever stand up against him. Over time, it took a toll on her mentally and thus she never had it in her to leave your father. You'd grown up used to it, and you only had a year if school left before you left for college and you would take your mother with you.

"I see." Keigo nodded. "Can I be honest with you?"

"Yes."

"Chances of your parents getting out of jail are not good. Especially, since the police actually saw your father attack you."

"I don't care about my father. I need to get my mother out. She's not the abuser here, she's the victim!"

"She might be, but still, the prosecution will charge her with child neglect. And when they present it to the jury, no matter how much the lawyers say that your mother was the victim here, they'll pin it that she's mentally ill, thus unfit to become a mother. And then you'll be sent to foster care." Keigo said, watching the colour drain out of your face.

"But- but- if she gets a good lawyer, we might have a fighting chance! I'll- I'll even testify!"

"Your parents can't afford a good lawyer, hun. And the lawyer the state will give them, don't give a rats ass about cases like these." He said, his face solemn as you began tearing up. Keigo never liked being the bearer of bad news, but the truth always hurts.

You sniffled. "What... what can I do?"

"In my experience, the judge usually rules in the favour of the prosecuters. But... if you allow me to represent your mother, I might be able to help." Keigo said, before pulling out his card and handing it to you. "I have a firm, so I'll have enough resources to help your mom out. So, what's your decision?"

Your mouth was agape in surprise. You looked at Keigo, and then at Dabi who was leaving against the wall with his hands shoved in his pockets, a lazy smile on his face.

"I- I can't." You looked down. "Thank you for everything you've done so far, but I can't accept this." You stood up and began walking towards the door. There's a limit to someone's kindness, and you do not want to take anymore than you already have.

"You might never see your mother again, Y/n." Those words, those goddamn words stopped you dead in your tracks. Dabi and Keigo watched as your shoulders began to tremble, and Keigo nodded at Dabi, who pulled you back inside, letting you cry into his shoulder.

Keigo sighed, pouring you a glass of water. "I know my words are harsh, but I need to give wakeup calls to my clients. If you really do want to save your mother, I'm the best shot you've got."

"I know you don't like accepting help, but you need to put your pride aside for this one, Y/n." Dabi said, pushing the glass to your lips. You calmed down and nodded.

"Fine, but- but I need you to write down your fees for this case right now." You gave him his card back, flipping it over so he'd write a number.

Keigo shook his head. "My firm does pro bonos-"

"No, Im not accepting charity. You're either gonna write me a number or I'll look for another lawyer." You said, lips pursed and determined look in your eyes. You won't relent.

Keigo and Dabi shared a look. Keigo sighed and pulled out his pen from his coat pocket, and wrote down a figure. From the number of zeroes in it, you knew it was a real fee, albeit a discounted one.

"You can pay this amount whenever you want, but I have 1 condition." You looked at him. "Until your mother is out, you're gonna live with us."

"No-"

"That's non negotiable. Take it or leave it." Keigo said, crossing his legs and looking at you with a serious face. He was not going to compromise on this. You looked at Dabi for help, but he shook his head. "Come on, it'll be good for all of us. I won't have to worry about you hurting yourself and Keigo can be in constant contact with you about your mother's case."

You thought about it, before nodding. "Okay, but you're gonna treat my mom like a real client, right? Draw up the paper work and stuff, and you'll put this fee in it too."

Keigo smiled. "Of course, and I'll put in my condition in as well. You're gonna sign it tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay."

"Good. Now that it's settled-" Keigo yawned and stretched his arms. "-let's go home! I'm tired as hell, Dabi!"

Dabi rolled his eyes and began pulling you out of the room. "You stayed home all day. How are you tired?"

"ZOOM MERTINGS TAKE A TOLL ON ME TOO, DABI!"

You laughed as the duo continued to bicker, and it was a sound that you fell asleep to in their car. Dabi and Keigo hushed when they saw your peaceful face, and they both shared a look before grinning like Cheshire cats.

Keigo was the one who tipped off the cops about your parents, and he was buddies with the lead investigator, which is why he told them to let go of your father and attack you, so that everyone had witnessed that. He did all this to please Dabi, and now that he'd met you, he saw why Dabi wanted to adopt you.

And tomorrow, you're gonna sign the document that makes you theirs forever. After all, you did agree to stay with them until your mother comes out of jail.

Now Keigo has just gotta make sure that she never does.

The devil is in the details.

[kaytoko]

Ear Piercer, a Tianshan fic

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A/N: Tianshan canon boyfriends~ Man, the newest updates have my heart in such a flutter!!

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The rip of the plastic package around the ear piercing kit sounded deafening in the quiet of Guanshan’s room. It crinkled and cracked as He Tian pulled it out of the packaging, momentarily flipping it over to skim over the directions. Guanshan stared at He Tian’s fingers as he did so, the blood rushing in his head nearly just as loud as the crunch of the plastic. They were sitting on his bed now, facing each other with He Tian perched between his knees, bent legs on either side of his hips so he could sit close enough to reach the ear Guanshan had requested to be pierced. It was all so much more intimate than he imagined this moment to be, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop riding the train of emotion that just kept sweeping him along.

He hadn’t expected to kiss He Tian that night. The last several days had left him in a state of whiplash between surges of adrenaline and overwhelming affection that he felt as though he were drowning at times amongst it all. Before it all went down, he already knew that his feelings for He Tian were starting to grow to a point where denial seemed entirely pointless. And yet, he couldn’t stop himself from comparing the two of them and hyper analyzing how incredibly inferior he truly was to the other boy, especially after he lost his only means of supporting his mom. He tried to push He Tian away, to remind him that whatever was between them was nothing more than a stupid distraction from the kind of shit his life normally provided for him, but when things truly got bad and he felt as though he had finally reached that breaking point, He Tian showed up again and refused to leave. He had always been stubborn, but this was something else entirely. He Tian’s attention became narrow, focused and patient. It was as if he realized the same thing Guanshan had realized for himself - that whatever was between them wasn’t just some teenage game to pass time, but rather something deeper, more vulnerable and way more heavy than either one of them expected.

Which is why after several days of chasing those highs, allowing the soft moments between them to bleed into everything else as they fought their literal demons, Guanshan couldn’t bring himself to hide it any longer. The train swept him up and he didn’t want to get off.

Guanshan stared as He Tian shifted closer to him, lifting a bandaged hand to touch the top of Guanshan’s right ear. His skin felt like it was on fire as the other boy gently swept the pad of his thumb over the cartilage.

“Is this good?”

Guanshan watched He Tian’s lips form the words, caught up in the memory of those slightly chapped lips pliant against his own. “Yeah.”

He Tian’s lips quirked a bit with smug acknowledgment that he knew exactly what Guanshan had on his mind. His thumb rubbed the spot on Guanshan’s ear again and he leaned forward to get closer, the piercer in hand.

“Tell me if it hurts.”

Guanshan shivered at the cool touch of the plastic device against the top of his ear, but didn’t move his eyes away from He Tian’s face. “I trust you.”

He Tian paused, seemingly caught off guard by the willing confession. His eyes grew soft as he looked at Guanshan and lightly passed his tongue over his lips, smiling wryly.

“Little Mo, if you keep saying stuff like that, I’m going to kiss you again.”

Guanshan’s heart thudded in his chest, but he was past the stage of being shy. He knew what he wanted and knew that He Tian wanted it too. “Then do it.”

He Tian’s eyes caught his own, his expression suddenly intense, when Guanshan heard a small snap. His ear flared momentarily in pain as the new piercing settled into his cartilage, followed shortly by a puff of cool air soothing over the hot skin. He Tian’s nose brushed against the sensitive skin of his cheek as he whispered, “Look at you, so sure of yourself.”

Guanshan swallowed thickly and turned his head to close the space between them, catching He Tian by the corner of his mouth. He Tian didn’t hesitate to turn into his touch, refitting their mouths to kiss more comfortably as he let Guanshan take the lead. His fingers played with the baby hairs at the base of Guanshan’s neck until the redhead gasped, pulling away just enough to meet their eyes again, face completely flushed.

“I hate you.”

He Tian grinned that knowing grin, more than aware of what Guanshan was actually saying to him. “I love you too, Momo.”

[eggtartz]

Hi, could I please request the Tokyo Revengers characters with the reader is a toman founder who has some type of magic power that allows them to bring people back to life? And then they bring everyone back (the Shiba's mom, the Sano's mom, the Sano's dad, Akane, Shinchiro, Baji, Emma, Izana, Mucho, Draken, South, Kakucho, etc.).

a/n : oh we're a magician now 😳 i'll try my best on this anonnie, thankyou for requesting and enjoy 🫶🏻

summary : a twisted power that could be used for good only to hold a far more greater consequences

being the only female amongst the founder members has always been difficult for you. you never settled for violence, mikey took you as you were strong and he liked strong people. however those wicked whispers and rumors such as "she's no use" or "she's just a show, she's never as strong as the other guys" left you really really mad.

as a result of this madness, you quit from toman and fled to another region, hoping to get away from mikey and his members also to avoid more conflicts that would jeopardize mikey's reputation.

you were sleeping that one night when there was a knock at your door. you jolted from your comfortable bed and peeked through the hole to see who it was, shocked to see a person with s dragon tattoo on his head. he seemed to be carrying a blonde girl in his arms while his face was stained with tears.

"draken? what the-"

"y/n could you please take care of emma for me?" excuse me, you haven't talked in a while and you were also confused as how he knows where you live. but draken looked very troubled so you took the girl in his arms and laid her down on the couch.

looking at draken, you asked for an explanation and he said they got into a fight with mikey's brother. one of them injured emma and the hospital was too far, emma already losing so much blood and struggling to stay conscious. draken couldn't stay for too long and had to bid goodbye to emma so he left after kissing her forehead.

you kept talking to emma so she won't lose conscious but her voice grew weaker which made you panic. the hospital was too far away, she won't make it. you stopped the bleeding on her head and wrapped the bandages that made her winced.

"im sorry y/n. the boys have been ignoring you for so long and only looked for you only for help"

"nonsense emma chan. im doing this for you, not for them"

"but y/n? i feel a bit dizzy can i sleep?"

"wait emma chan you can't you'll-"

"say draken, i love him" and emma closed her eyes while smiling. you shooked her body, that went cold. you hold her cheek but her smile dropped, her face now pale. you can't lose her, not like this.

you screamed at yourself and punched a nearby mirror because you just witnessed one of your childhood friend breathed out her last breath right in front of your eyes. and there was nothing you could do about it.

while you were crying, the blood from your knuckles and from the mirror strangely started to evaporate. it evaporated and became a circular motion on top of emma's head before the circular bumped into emma's head and woke her up.

"y/n? why are you crying?" you jumped. no, you flew. you wiped away the tears and snot and looked at emma's face that was not pale anymore, her lips a little bit chapped but either than that, she was fine. emma was fine.

"i fell asleep didn't i? sorry y/n i just- y/n?" you were wearing a sweater and rushed to go somewhere.

"emma chan, do you think you can wait here while i go find draken and mikey?"

"yes, i think i can"

"okay, there's a phone there just call me if there's anything wrong okay?"

"oh and y/n? please save them"

arriving at the place, you heard gunshots and frantically find who was shot. you saw a figure on the ground, no two figures. you also saw the rest of toman. pushing away your ego for ignoring them for the past years, you lunged towards the two almost dying people on the ground that held hands.

"y/n?" you heard mikey's voice from behind.

"draken, emma made it. she's at my home now, you might wanna see her. tell the others to go home, mikey. i can save these two"

"what? that's impossible y/n look they're not breathing anymore"

"shut up and who has a knife here? or anything i can cut myself with?"

one of them that had a red uniform lend you his pocket knife and you quickly slashed your hand, blood trickling.

"what the hell y/n?!"

"shut up mikey"

you trickled the blood on their shared blood on the ground and hoped maybe, maybe the same thing can happen again. that you could save someone again.

you pushed out more blood from your hand when you saw no effect and started to lose hope until there's that circular motion again. this time it was bigger and went through the arms that linked the two person. one second later, they breathed again and sat up.

"wait izana are you okay?"

"m'fine, the gunshot felt like it didn't pierced me at all. who are you? how did you do that? wait holy shit, could you do that again?"

the snow haired man asked you, with blood at the side of his lips. a man who was a big scar also gave you a confused look but you couldn't even answer any of them even if you wanted to. some people call you a miracle, some say it's a curse. some say it's a blessing, some say it's nothing but a burden for you. you too were unaware of how the magic consumed yourself bit by bit until one day, you were dying alone you couldn't do anything about it as you had spent all those magic for everyone else.

remembering the old days of how toman used to be happy but now mikey was lost and you couldn't bring him back. takemichi had a wedding but you knew, you won't be there to see him. takashi planned to design a dress for you but you're leaving soon. damn you thought, so much of that power that i couldn't revive myself.

closing your eyes, you left the world and your friends where their friendship crumbled and now? no one could bring anyone back.

[abbacchiosstilettos]

Duwang Gang With Reader Who Tends To Them

Warnings: cussing

Content: fluff, comfort, gender neutral reader

Josuke: Having known Josuke since childhood and being friends do with him as well, you’ve learned that sometimes he can be a bit of a hothead. A nice person but he can be ticked off easily sometimes, especially if someone insults him, his hair, friends, family, and you.

Josuke had just met Jotaro after saving the turtle from those bullies. You didn’t approve of Josuke getting into fights, especially before school and in public, but he can’t be stopped once he gets annoyed. Jotaro had just punched him in the face and you do admit you got startled and ran over to Josuke to make sure he wasn’t hurt. He pushed you away annoyed and decided to punch him back but had hit Jotaro’s hat which in turn deformed it.

After Jotaro left and you two ran to school because you two would be even more late you stopped and faced Josuke. “How’s your face feeling? Do you need ice? A bandage?” If you want I can tell the teacher you had to go to the nurse.” You said checking him over for injuries. “I’m fine Y/n, stop looking over me people are looking.” He said trying to get you away from his head and face. “I wouldn’t have to worry too much if you weren’t such a hothead.” You said still looking over him. “Well you can stop, I’m perfectly fine and nothing hurts.” He said sighing and looking away. As you two continue walking he looks over and sighs while reaching out to pat your head/shoulder while muttering a thank you.

Okuyasu: Okuyasu wasn’t necessarily a rambunctious person but being friends with Josuke and being in the world of Stands he is bound to get into a lot of stand fights. Every single time you see him hurt you do admit you get a little annoyed because holy damn, does he not care about his well-being? At this point you’ve just started carrying around a first aid kit in case he gets hurt even more.

“You know Okuyasu you can’t keep getting beat up like this, one day you’re going to really get injured.” You say while wrapping his head. “Don’t worry too much Y/n! If I’m protecting you then there’s nothing wrong with it!” He replies in his cheery tone, a bit too cheery for someone bleeding from their head. “No that makes me worry even more big brain, you shouldn’t have to get hurt because you’re protecting me or anyone.” You say back while finishing up and putting your things away, “and you shouldn’t risk your safety period, I can take care of myself Okuyasu.” “But if you get hurt who’s going to help us? You know what you’re doing better than me!” “Gee I wonder where I learned.” You say rolling your eyes. However you’re still great full that Okuyasu is such a caring person, to you and every one of his friends.

Koichi: “Koichi…. This is the third time this week. What the hell is going on?” You ask when you see Koichi knocking on your door while looking beat up. “Funny this actually, this time it wasn’t my fault. I was looking for Jotaro and there was a stand.” He says while walking into your house. Sighing you motion for him to sit down while you go to grab the first aid things and get him a water bottle.

Funnily enough you and Koichi were not that close originally, you met him through Josuke on the first day of school and slowly started talking because of how often he got hurt from either being in the crossfire or just being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now you two are but you still find it funny how his luck is. “You need to be more alert then. Stands can be everywhere from the seaming of it.” You say walking back to hm. “Yeah, I’m sorry Y/n for this again. I don’t know what I would do without your help.” Koichi says as he looks away looking mildly embarrassed. “It’s fine, I wouldn’t want your mom and sister to get too concerned.” You reply. “But in turn you are getting concerned and I feel bad about that.” “Well at least you are good enough to find me, if you couldn’t that would make me scared to death.” You say as you’re cleaning his wounds. After all he does mean a lot to you.