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andilovetowrite · 4 years ago

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The Chosen Couple (Part 1)

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary- Peter and you have a movie night to celebrate the school year ending, but the night takes an unexpected turn. (Not that you minded of course)

(Btw- the reader is an avenger, and Tony is kind of her father figure)

Warnings- None really, just tooth-rotting fluff and awkward confessions.

Word Count- 2.2k

Posted April 21, 2021

Here is Part 2 and Part 3

God, I hate the rain, you thought as you ran across the street, pulling your jacket even further up your head. You knew you should’ve bought an umbrella or even a raincoat, but since it was movie night, you didn’t even hesitate to run to Peter’s house after you dropped your bags at home. Every Friday was the same. Either you or Peter would have the privilege to pick what movie you guys wanted to watch, and then both of you would relax on the sofa until you left, or fell asleep.

This Friday was different though. It was the last day of school, so the day was even longer than usual. Everybody was just glad that the year was over, and summer had finally arrived. Sophomore year had been challenging, especially Physics, but you couldn’t wait for the next two months. Obviously saying goodbye to your friends had been bittersweet, but the feeling of relief of not having to do any homework or tests triumphed over the sadness. Tonight, you and Peter would watch movies until morning, and eat every possible snack you could find. The entire week had been leading up to this.

Trying to shield your face from the sharp drops of water, you finally reached the door, pushing it open with one hand, the other occupied with holding four huge packets of chips. Finally reaching the top floor, you dropped the bag on the floor, holding your knees and taking a breather. Hey, not all of us have superpowers to walk up seven flights of stairs and not get breathless. Pushing the jacket off your back, you knocked on the door, bouncing on your feet, waiting for Peter. A couple of seconds later, after the sound of a thud on the floor and May’s laughter, the door flung open, revealing a flustered Peter.

“Hey Y/n!”, he breathed out, smiling his signature grin before engulfing you in a hug. You felt his arms circle around yourself, pulling you close. Smiling slightly, you reciprocated, throwing your hands around his neck.

“Hi Peter”, you said, your voice muffled in his sweatshirt. Pulling away from him, you pushed him off me, laughing at the cute pout on his face. “I’m soaking wet with this thing on me.” Plucking the clingy jacket off yourself, you squeezed it, water splashing off it. Peter stifled a laugh, taking the bag out of your hands.

“Drenched, aren’t you?”

Elbowing him, you gave him the bags of snacks, muttering sarcastically. “That’s the sympathy I get for bringing the best food for our movie nights”

“Ooh, Doritos and… sour cream Lays!” He looked up at you, smirking. “You got the good ones.” Rolling your eyes, you nodded, walking inside the apartment.

“Is there any place I can dry this?”, you asked, referring to the sad bundle of cloth in your hand. Peter took it from you, despite your complaints.

“Let me do it. You are my guest”, he said, looking over his shoulder, winking and he threw it into the washing machine.

“Well, I am your guest every other day”, you shot back, walking into the kitchen. It was true anyway. The Parker’s house is your second house. The tower was nice and all, but with all the Avengers and Bucky and Sam constantly arguing, it can get annoying fast. Peter’s house is a shadow of calm in your life. Ever since you found out he was Spiderman, well, (he actually told you, but that’s a different story), you tried to come to his house every night to make sure he was fine. Tony had stopped you from fighting crime since last month due to exams, as well as Peter, but it didn’t stop you from coming and visiting him. You know, since he was your best friend.

“Hi sweetie!”, May called out, embracing you. Knowing where Peter got his talent for amazing hugs, you hugged her back, smelling the scent of warm cookies and cinnamon. Realizing that the smell of cookies was coming from behind her, you looked across, seeing a batch of cookies starting to burn.

“May! The cookies!”

“Oh-oh!” Running at them, she grabbed a towel, quickly pulling the burning hot cookies out of the oven.

“Here!” Pushing some of the items off the counter, you made some space for the tray of cookies. Dropping the tray down with a clatter, she blew on them, fanning the golden-brown discs with her hand. “They look awesome Aunt May!”

“Aww, thanks Y/N”, she said, staring at the cookies on the table. “They are, aren’t they?”

Smiling, you nodded, getting hungrier just looking at them. “Oh my god, what smells so good?” Peter called out, walking out of his room. Gesturing to the perfect cookies on the table, you pointed to May.

“Wait a second, they aren’t burned” Peter looked at May in astonishment, carefully taking one off the pan and biting it. “It tastes perfect May!” She merely smiled, walking over to the counter, grabbing her purse and some packs of gum. Now noticing her clothes, you called out.

“Where are you going, Aunt May?”

She looked back at me, quickly applying some lip gloss. “Oh just a night out with my friends. I need it. Plus-”, she glanced at the TV and then Peter, “- I know how loud movie nights can get.” You laughed, jumping off the chair and walking to the front door. Grabbing an umbrella, you gave it to her, mumbling about how to not make the same mistake you did. “Okay sweetheart. I’ll see you both in a few hours. I might stay over at Ashley’s house, but I’ll call you if that happens.” Kissing Peter on the cheek, she walked out, shutting the door behind her.

The minute the door closed, Peter jumped up, pulling you towards the sofa, showing you the array of snacks that he placed out. “Okay, so we have chips, chocolate, cookies that May made and there is ice cream in the fridge.” His eyebrows furrowed like he was remembering something but his eyes lit up in recognition when he was the small box next to the door. “Oh, and Mr Stark sent over a couple of things for us for tonight.”

Chuckling, you told him to get those, while you picked out the movie. Trying to choose one between Star Wars and Harry Potter, you chose the latter, knowing that you two were going to have a Star Wars marathon in the near future anyway. Grabbing the remote, you chose the first movie, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, pausing it to wait for Peter. Looking for him, you saw him standing at the door, the box lying open, untouched. He was holding a small index card, his face bright red.

“Hey Pete, you alright?” Worried, you slipped your hand under your shorts, feeling the edges of your dagger sitting over there. Pulling it out, you carefully walked over to him, thinking that something was wrong. However, when you got closer, Peter heard me, turning around so fast he hit his head on the wall. Crumpling the card in his palm, he threw it behind him, smiling nervously. “Are you okay? What was that?”

“Nothing”, he replied, too quickly. Quirking your eyebrow, you shrug, letting it go.

“What did Mr Stark send for us?”, you asked, trying to get a glimpse at the box.

“Uhh, just some snacks and drinks. I think there was some cold coffee in here as well. Why don’t I go heat us some?”, he said in a high voice, the same one he used when he lied.

Not even letting you get a look at the mystery box, he began pushing you towards the couch, mumbling something under his breath.

“Y/N, your t-shirt is soaked! Why didn’t you tell me?”

You shrugged half-heartedly, not wanting to go home and change. Seeing your expression, he pushed me down the sofa, telling me to wait. A beat later, he ran back, holding out a dark blue hoodie with a picture of Luke Skywalker on the back. “Here, change into this. Don’t wanna get a cold”

A half giggle escaped me as you took it from him, walking over to the bathroom as you changed into it. Pulling it on, the familiar scent of Peter embraced me. The plush inside of it felt warm against your skin, making me shiver involuntarily. Biting your lip, you looked into the mirror, liking the sight of Peter’s hoodie on me. The more you stared at your reflection, the fuzzier you felt. This just seemed like a very boyfriend thing to do. To be honest, you always thought of Peter as more than just a best friend. The first time you saw him was in 8th grade. You had just moved to Queens, due to your parent’s job, and you were quite excited. It had been a month since you had gotten your newfound power of controlling objects with your mind. It was hard. Your parents didn’t know about it just yet, and it was getting harder to block out your power off from simple everyday objects. You remember how one time you almost threw a plate at your mom because she was freaking out about your Math grades. Soon after you had moved in, you met Peter Parker. He lived across the street from you, wearing glasses and carrying lego boxes home most days. Since you were the same age, it was only a matter of time before you two became friends. And friends you became.

“Hey Y/N! You alright?”, Peter yelled out from the living room, cutting me out from your thoughts. Shrugging your shoulders, you walked out, seeing him sitting comfortably on the couch, chips, ice cream and some sandwiches in his hand.

“Delmars?”, you asked, nodding to the sub in his palm.

“Yup got it earlier” Pulling the sleeves into your hands, you brought the hoodie closer, loving the warmth. “Come here, I’m freezing”, Peter said, making ‘grabby hands. Chuckling, you carefully jumped in, arms curling his midsection. Resting your head on his shoulder, you grabbed the remote, pressing play.

On the screen, the intro of Harry Potter and The Philosopher’s Stone began showing up, as Peter scrunched up his nose. “Wait, Harry Potter?”

“Yeah, it’s my turn? Remember?”

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s mine. The last time was yours.”

“But I had an extra one, right?”, you looked at him accusingly, “because you came and ruined my date.”

He looked down sheepishly, trying to hide the small smile. It had happened about 3 weeks ago when Brad Davis had asked you out. You couldn’t begin to explain how hard it was to explain to him why Spiderman had swooped me out of the sky to go help him do English homework. But truthfully, you weren’t vibing with him. He talked too much about sports and how much he worked out. No offence Brad, but you could backflip him out of a window within minutes. Sadly, he didn’t know that you were an Avenger, so you had to act like you were interested in his biceps for 2 hours straight. Thank god Peter had shown up, otherwise, you would have had a very awkward conversation with him.

“Fine fine”, Peter muttered, grabbing a few chips and stuffing them in his mouth.

“Aww, come on”, you said, threading your hands in his curls, “you love Harry Potter” Smiling cheekily, though it sent a twinge of pain through your heart, you teased. “Especially Hermione Granger”

His cheeks turning pink, he mumbled. “No, I don’t”

“Uh-huh”

“Alright alright, let’s just do this!”

“We have literally all summer, I’m sure we can spend some time discussing your crush on Hermione”

“In that case, let’s talk about Mrs Potter over here”

“Okay, I think we got it”, you said, making the word much longer. We grinned at each other, ready to watch the movie, as the intro began playing in the background. Little did you know that these beautifully crafted cinematic adventures that you guys were about to have would change your relationship with Peter forever.

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kaijurakunsobs · 4 years ago

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You will feel joy, one day

master list for this series

sorry for the wait y'all, I had to torture myself into listening to the same song to get the inspo I needed for this next chapter which is READYMADE - Ado (it has English subtitles btw)

Hope you guys enjoy this!

Summary: It's been clear from the start that you won't go down without putting up a fight, the tone in your voice and stand are nothing but infuriating for Heisenberg, just like his mere presence fills you with annoyance. The factory is enormous and whatever he's doing here could get you killed, but even in this kingdom of oil and rusted metal, there's a bit of kindness.

Right now, you would accept the title of naive, because you were when you thought this man would share his secrets with you, instead...he's giving you a fucking tour of the entire place, wildly pointing and all the doors and doing sharp turns, taking you up and down flights of stairs "I hope you don't get lost, darlin', we don't want you ending in the wrong place, right?" there's mockery in his voice as he speaks over his shoulder, halting to a stop and making you trip and crash against him.

"This is the boiler room, you might want to familiarize yourself with this place in particular" a snarky smile appearing on his lips

Peeking inside makes you go pale and sigh in frustration, it's a mess, you can see cables, crudely fixed with tape, more flammable materials, and so many oil spills on the ground, "I can also familiarize with the rest of the fabric because this dump could explode any day"

His smile falls and that expression of annoyance, that just seems to be for you, comes back in no time. Releasing a cloud of smoke he turns around and starts walking faster, slowly regaining his showman's voice and the exuberance of his movements renew with the occasional laugh, is enough to make you tune him out again, looking at whatever you find more interesting, nose scrunching up with whenever there's something that unsettles or makes you question this man's leadership and care for this place. If you do take the role of helping him, you know you're gonna exploited day and night.

He's not blind or stupid, he knows you are doing everything but listening to him, every time he looks over his shoulder to make sure you are following and paying him some god damn attention, he will always see you eyeing everything, dissecting the place, and doing a face that just speaks volumes of how unimpressed you are by his life's work, but it's not like he will tell you about his plans, it's too soon for that, what if you are just a little spy under Miranda's orders?

It rubs him the wrong way how adamant she was on you being under his orders, super-sized bitch didn't raised too much hell, which also puts him on edge, it just doesn't feel normal for him. In any other situation where Miranda has favored him over Dimitrescu, and it wasn't because "mother" gave her that heartfelt speech Karl being all alone on his iron tower, Moreau is the forgotten child of the bunch and has to beg for almost everything, Miranda is already pissed with Donna and her botanical gig, let alone, the way she uses her cadou to just make dolls move.

That left him in the position akin to a middle child, he's just there, occasionally remembered and rarely to give him treats or surprises. He's used to scavenging for materials, do the occasional grave robbing or take the corpses the other Lords leave behind.

So, why did she left you with him?

"Lastly but no less important! the living quarters"

You have been so lost in thought, you didn't noticed that his "fantastical tour" is over, and you are back to the front of the complex...shit, you didn't even paid attention to where everything is, you're gonna get so lost if you try to navigate this place on your own.

After entering the brute closes the door behind you and goes to the left office, you can hear him mumbling under his breath and things being moved around, you don't know how long he's going to be in there, so you turn your attention to the rest of the room.

From everything you have seen, this place is the cleanest one and it makes you think of the layout in your family's factory. It looks like he repurposed what used to be the waiting area, there's a kitchen in the right corner, a couple of sofas that had seen better days, a lot of blueprints have been left on the coffee table. To the left, it's the main office, a lot bigger and the tinted glass on the door has the name Heisenberg hand-painted on it, classy, you suppose that that's his room? you don't care, opting for getting close to the blueprints, his handwriting is atrocious and there are notes everywhere, how interesting, one of the workers used to say that was a sign of a brilliant mind.

"You are not allowed to go there, a'right?" hearing him so close makes you jump, when did he come back? from the tone of his voice, you might be right, it's either his bedroom "This one, however! this one is just for you" he says oh so sweetly when pointing at the smaller office to the right opening the door rather unceremoniously.

Now you get why the rest of this area is so clean and clutter-free, motherfucker pushed all the trash and old furniture in there, it's dusty and the air, somehow, is stale only in this place, you can see cobwebs "Since I'm being kind enough to let you sleep on this side and not in the cellars, I think is fair that you take care of the mess, don't you think?"

"Can't I just sleep in one of the couches?"

"Of course not, we don't want my precious mechanic to get sick, right?" condescending asshole, he even smiles at you, showing you his teeth in what you identify as an act of intimidation

"Of course we don't want that, my Lord! but, I do must say, you have been ill-mannered, showing me around your domain yet...you haven't told me your name when introductions were supposed to be made long ago" it's your turn to give him teeth flashing smile, his going a bit forced

"Well you see sweetheart, I would have done it earlier, but I came encountered a disrespectful brat that decked me in the face as soon as we met"

"Really now? Perhaps, this brat was done with being manhandled and reacted accordingly to how they felt" the sardonic smile on your face grows and you can see how much it pisses him off, and that shouldn't make you proud.

The man is looking, more like attempting, to look down on you, clicking his tongue loudly and in a dissatisfied manner, with complete derision, he gives you, the closest thing to a respectful bow "My name is Karl Heisenberg and I'm one of the four Lords working under Miranda's orders"

In response, you give him a curtsy and use your best sarcastic tone, just for him "It's such an honor to meet you, my lord. I must say I'm no noble but I do HOPE you may remember the name of this pheasant girl, Y/N, L/N Y/N"

He doesn't appreciate the way you talk to him or how you don't even try to hide how little you respect or fear him, but he needs you alive to accelerate and optimize the factory's production, under other circumstances? he would have thrown you down to let the Sturm have some fun, but he won't, at least for now.

"So, Miss Y/N...let me give you a...welcoming gift" he's harsh when trusting a bundle of crumpled clothes and old boots into your arms, pushing you back hard enough that you almost lose your balance "I don't expect you to always wear my hand-me-downs, this is a momentary arrangement"

"Oh my! so generous of you, to clothe this poor village girl with your own garments, I am so thankful for this, however, if I may ask for a tiny favor...can I know where your bathroom is? I don't what to soil this fine fabric with my dirty body"

You don't like the way he smiles at you, with one hand he grabs your shoulder and with the other he opens the door, pushing you towards what used to be the employee's showers, there's mold and broken mirrors, a lot of the shower heads are gone and the only one that seems to be functioning is leaking.

"Serve yourself, princess, just know this...there's only cold water, the hot water stopped working years ago and I haven't felt like repairing it, I hope you enjoy your shower!"

And with that, he leaves you, finally alone but unnerved on how easily he could come back and just stare at you like a creep. But you need a shower, there's grime and dirt caked to your body and it's starting to get disgusting and itchy. So you swallow your pride and leave the borrowed clothes over the small wall separating the showers from the rest of the place and brace yourself to what might be the worst moment of the day so far.

Later you are cursing him as loud as you can, he didn't lie when he said that only the cold water worked, but you would say it was freezing, his clothes are uncomfortably big on you, and smell of faint sweat and like these were left tucked away for a long time, the boots are the best part, these have been broken in nicely and they fit you...who are you kidding? the damn things are falling apart and you feel like a clown with how big they are.

That has left you with the shining crown of the shit show that's been this whole day! the trash in your new room, you had to box so many useless papers, look everywhere to find one measly broom, and use the remains of the gown you came in with to keep your hair out of your face and as a bandana to cover your nose and mouth.

From all the old furniture in the room, the only useful stuff is the old desk, a sofa that somehow survived without being eating by termites but might be infested with cockroaches, and a lamp. It's not much, but it's something.

All this moving around now has brought a new problem.

You are starving.

You can't remember when Miranda took you, let alone when was your last meal or if you were fed during your time in the cell. But Heisenberg's fridge is empty, there's only a handful of onions and those have roots and sprouts coming out already. There's nothing substantial in the cupboards or anywhere for that matter.

You doubt there might anything to eat in this place, but, you better give it a try, better die trying than going to sleep with a grumbling stomach, right? But, you didn't learn jackshit from him and you can't remember anything from the directions Heisenberg gave you.

Fuck it.

Slowly you creep out of the small apartment and peek outside, looking around assures you that the coast is clear. This could be a great learning experience! no matter how much of a dick this man is, there's something of value in his words and maybe, just maybe, you should pay more attention when he talks...MAYBE.

The place is a labyrinth of stairs, broken walls turned into hallways and sealed doors, you do have half a mind to remember which doors and areas he pointed as "out of bounds" for you, which is a surprise, seeing how massive the place is.

Under the stench of grease and smoke, you notice, the tasty scent of stew...close, very close, your poor stomach twisting painfully and mouth rapidly filling with saliva, you start following the heavenly aroma until you reach an old cargo lift, a large man sits there and for a moment that makes you stop in your tracks.

The man is surrounded by bags and crates filled with stuff from fruits to what you guess are various pieces of machinery and other objects hard to identify in the low light "Aaaaah...a new customer perhaps? You must be Lord Heisenberg's new assistant, are you not?"

He smiles with true kindness and something similar to pity, meaty hands adorned with gold rings beacon you close "Come come, miss...?"

"Uuuuuuuh...I'm Y/N, nice to meet you..."

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance miss Y/N, you may call me The Duke"

There's something infectious in him that makes you relax your shoulders and walk closer to him "So...what do you do here Duke?"

"What? well, I'm nothing but a humble merchant, occasionally I set up shop here in the factory, especially when I have a delivery or things that may spark Lord Heisenberg's interest, and now that you are here, I will make a note to bring stuff you could use too"

"I...I would appreciate the gesture, thanks" the small sincere smile in your face drops when your stomach decides to grumble loud enough to be heard by the Duke, the man laughing at the sound, making your embarrassment worst.

"Would like to accompany me with dinner, dear? I have made plenty and this could be a small...celebratory feast for you"

"Celebratory? no offense, but...there's nothing to celebrate"

"Aren't you alive and able to walk?" he's so careful when serving some stew in a bowl, making sure not to spill a drop "I think that surviving whatever happened to you, is worth celebrating"

The bowl is warm in your hands and the smell is just divine, you take a seat on the floor waiting for the Duke to serve his bowl and then you dig in, sighing in appreciation when the rich taste of the broth fills your mouth, the softness of the meat and the carrots. You can see the Duke smile with pride when you compliment his cooking, enjoying each spoonful to the fullest.

"It's getting quite late Y/N and Lord Heisenberg is one to rise early, I suggest you go to bed or you end up feeling too tired tomorrow"

"Yeah...thanks for the meal Duke, I really appreciate it"

"Don't mention it and remember, the Duke's Emporium is here to satisfy all your shopping needs!"

You bid the man farewell and do the trek back to your room, taking time to memorize the way to the lift and the living quarters, the man might be a merchant but you want to get to know more about him, he seems nice, he's been the nicest one so far.

The living area feels cold and so terribly empty, there's no sign of Heisenberg anywhere, which you are thankful for. Only after entering your room and laying on your "bed", waiting a bit to hear any sound that might belong to the Lord, when only the sounds of the factory echo back to you do you dare to cry.

It starts slowly, your eyes fixated on the ceiling, then the flood gates open and you start to sob and scream, tears running down the side of your face to get lost in your hair leaving wet patches in their wake. But your crying evolves into fear, panic, raged breathing, and asking hands, all the weight of what happened today swallows you whole.

You don't know where to start, the way you growled at Heisenberg in the church, HOW he was able to move heavy metal without touching it? and all those corpses suspended ton hooks...the howls and things banging against the doors, the cruelty in how Heisenberg tossed you around and screamed in your face. How do you even managed to put and kept that brave face on when you were so scared is beyond you, you did it and that's enough.

The rapid and irregular movement of your chest does nothing but make your side hurt, the pain shoots up and down your body, making you curl on your side to alleviate the pressure if only a bit.

You want to die...but not like this, not terrified for your existence, not at the hands of a volatile man that can crush you with his hammer any day.

You want to live, but to live with your life depending on how well you perform your role? that's not a life at all.

Exhaustion and fatigue eventually take you away into a dreamless sleep, your last thought is...what's going to happen tomorrow?

You don't know, but as the Duke said, you survived whatever Miranda did to you and you will survive this too, no matter what, you will live.

#karl heisenberg #resident evil village #karl heisenberg x reader #re8 #x reader #the duke

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yessirsargeantbarnes · 4 years ago

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Not Enough Part 2

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Punk!Reader

Word Count: 1797

Warnings: None? A bit of chasing/anxiety and angst

A/N: I hope y’all enjoy this part 2! I left things kind of open ended in case anyone wanted a third part! Some things are explained btw, but I’d love to eventually expand on why Bucky did what he did!

Weeks went by and then turned into months. Months turned into a little over a year. You made true of your promises to still go and hang out with the others at the tower. The chance of running into Bucky had made you too anxious, though, and so you’d opted to meet elsewhere.

After the first few months of healing you’d started feeling better. Things were looking up. You had dinner and movie nights every Saturday or so at your house, and in between you’d go to lunch or go out with Nat or Sam. You’d become pretty accustomed to the way things were. Slowly, you started showing up at the tower again.

After coming back from the bar to crash with Nat, you, Sam, Steve and Nat were all in the living room area laughing. You’d had maybe just a bit to smoke and had had one of the best nights out in a long time. Sam had said something cheeky that made all of you erupt into a fit of giggles, falling over onto each other and laughing loudly. You wiped tears from your eyes as you got up to grab some fresh drinks for the group when Bucky walked in with a scowl on his face. “It’s 2am, guys. Seriously?” All of you hushed quickly, you ducking into a corner in hopes that he hadn’t seen you. It had been over a year and while your heart had since mostly healed, you couldn’t help that you were still nervous to be around him. You still loved him deeply, and all of your friends knew that.

“Sorry, Buck. We’ll quiet down.” Steve spoke trying to calm him and get him to leave. Steve shot you a worried glance and you nodded. “Just- hurry up and go to bed. Why the hell are you guys up anyways?” Bucky scoffed and followed Steve’s glance towards your figure hiding in the dark. His expression fell and he nodded. “Oh.”

You stepped out of the corner a bit and nodded slightly. “Sorry, I was just leaving.” You scurried over to the group setting down their drinks and giving them all a sorrowful and heartfelt look before grabbing your phone and keys off the coffee table. “I’ll-“ you coughed awkwardly, “I’ll see you guys later. Sorry for being so loud, Sergeant.” You muttered painfully awkwardly and slid past Buckys looming figure in the doorway.

You opted to take the stairs in a means of calming yourself and easing your anxiety of him potentially coming after you. You’d hoped that he’d just shrug and go back to his room. Unfortunately, you assumed wrong and he hadn’t fallen for your game of taking the stairs instead of the elevator. Not even a full flight of stairs down and you heard the door open and slam close, followed by heavy and quick footsteps.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you began to take multiple steps at a time, clinging to your keys to stop them from jingling. Your name rang out through the stairwell as Bucky quickly was catching up. “Fuck, fuck-“ your labored breaths came out in a panic as you began to feel your heart in your throat. You didn’t dare look back for fear of seeing him so close to you or even meeting his eyes. Quickly, you chose to burst into the next door. You knew you’d have to find some other way out. The elevator, perhaps? But then he’d still have a chance of stopping it or catching it on another floor. But you burst through the door anyways, breaking into a sprint once through.

In a split-second decision you decided to hide in one of the rooms on the floor. Offices, they looked like. Quickly, you ran about halfway down the hall before taking a right and then a left and then threw yourself into an office and pushed yourself into the far corner. Shrouded in darkness, you could practically feel your heart beating in your throat. You heard the door to the floor open and heard Buckys heavy breathing. All you could do was peer out the window of the office and hope he wouldn’t try to look inside any of the rooms.

“Please-“ you heard Buckys voice call out. “Please, just give me a second.” His footsteps were approaching much quicker than you’d hoped. He called out your name once more. Doors opened and then closed as he searched each room one by one, still calling out your name. “I know you’re still here. I would’ve heard if you’d left. Just come out, please. I need to see you.” His voice shook and for a moment you considered stepping away from the corner you’d tucked yourself in and showing yourself to him.

When you didn’t reply, he continued going room to room before coming to the one you’d foolishly tried to hide in. You sucked your bottom lip in, legs quivering. You tried to calm your breathing, afraid he’d hear just how hard your heart was beating inside your chest. Your name echoed in the room as he stepped inside. “Please. I know you’re in here.” He flicked the lights on revealing your trembling figure cowering in the corner. Hand stretched out, he took a step towards you. You finally looked up and met his eyes, tears springing into your own.

“I’m sorry.” And with those two words your world came crashing down. “I’ve been too much of a coward to even text you. I am so sorry, sweetheart.” You swallowed not daring to move even an inch as his mouth opened and he continued. “I know- I know you’ve probably moved on but I-I haven’t. There hasn’t been a single day that I haven’t thought about you. I’ve written a message to you every single day and every day I’ve deleted it because I was too ashamed and scared to even send it.” Tears blurred your vision and a sob caught in your throat. You tried to look at anything- anywhere- but him but couldn’t. Your eyes were fixed on his.

“Please, just let me say my peace and then you’ll never have to see me again.” He begged. His hand never fell from its place raised midway in the air held out for you. You stood there for a few seconds before forcing yourself to take a step and while you didn’t accept his hand, you stepped closer to him. “Can we go back to my room?” He questioned. “Or the rooftop?”

You shook your head yes when he said rooftop and he stepped back and opened the door when he saw you follow suit. Walking to the elevator and the ride up to the roof was silent and awkward as you tried to stifle your tears and compose yourself. While you wiped your tears away and tried to smooth your hair down you saw him throw nervous glances at you. His hands wrung together and his jaw was tight and anxious. But his eyes were watery and he was holding his breath.

When you both finally stepped onto the roof and sat down he looked at you and began again. “I never apologized to you. Not once, Y/N. Not even over text.” You only nodded and cast your eyes downwards to where your hand sat in your lap. “I am sorry. I should have never said the things I did to you. I didn’t mean a single word ever. I don’t know why I even said them. I know there’s no excuse for the way I treated you. I’ll say it a thousand times over; I’m sorry.”

When you didn’t reply he continued. “You mean so much to me. Every day I regret the things I did and said. I’m sorry for the way that I treated you and spoke to you. I’m so sorry for never apologizing.”

“Sergeant-“ you interrupted. He grimaced, you knew he hated when you called him that in a serious manner. It was reserved for when someone didn’t know him and was being polite. But you didn’t want to call him by his name. You couldn’t.

He hushed you with a scowl and shook his head. “No, please. Let me finish.” You looked towards your lap again and nodded in defeat. “I remember you mentioning Emma when you left. She was just someone from work, a trainee. She was trying to get me to set her up on a date with Steve. I wouldn’t ever cheat on you, you have to believe me. I would never forgive myself if I continued letting you think I was cheating on you.” His hand reached over and his fingers grazed over yours tangled together. You flicked your eyes up and met his. “Please forgive me.”

The sob you’d been holding in escaped and your tears fell freely from your eyes. You cried loudly, ashamed of breaking down in front of him after so long spent trying to build yourself back up. You’d spent the better part of over a year pretending you didn’t need or want him and now you had him sitting next to you apologizing for everything he ever did and all you could do was sob. He looked shameful as he shuffled closer to you and slowly and timidly stretched his arms around you.

There was no strength, no back bone left in you to hide or run so you pushed against him and let him hold you as you sobbed. His hands instinctively went to your hair brushing his fingers through the dyed locks and whispering apologies and caring words into your skin. His head rested on your shoulder and he rocked you both back and forth slowly. I’m so sorry, baby. I never meant it. I never meant to hurt you. Please forgive me. It’s okay, you’re okay. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.

Quite some time had passed before your tears slowly stopped but you never pulled away. When he felt your breathing slow he sat back slightly and tipped your chin up with his fingers. He dried your tears and cupped your face with both of his hands. “Please forgive me.” He murmured when your eyes met his. You nodded and blinked the last tear away. He smoothed it off your cheek and pressed a kiss to your head. “I forgive you, Buck. I did a long time ago.”

You both sat there against each other in silence again looking out at the sky and city below you. It was comfortable now. His hands traced circles into your thighs and he hummed against your skin. “I never stopped loving you.” He admitted quietly. “Not for even a second. You are so beautiful, just as you are. I never stopped, I never will.”

#bucky barnes #bucky x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #punkreaderxbucky

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sup-hoes-its-me · 5 years ago

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Wish You Were Here (Bakugo x Reader)

A/N: Bakugo x reader, extreme angsty vibes throughout. Pretty OOC i think. Had “Wish you were here” by neck deep in my mind while i wrote this. I cried, folks. Enjoy. (I headcanon that both Todoroki and Bakugo will do their work studies under Endeavour, btw)

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You could call them friends from the beginning, maybe a bit of anger and resentment bubbled up along the way, but how could it not with someone like Bakugo Katsuki in the mix. She never gave up on him though, knowing he would learn and grow into a better person one day. She waited patiently for the catalyst that would humble the boy, just enjoying the time she had with him each day at a time.

Whether he would admit it or not, he liked her company too. Through all the complaints and angry outbursts, he was always a bit scared that she would be pushed away. Yet time and time again, she forgave him. A few times, people had said to his face that he would never deserve Y/N’s friendship. She was so much better than him, he already knew that. And yeah, maybe he didn’t deserve her. She could be hanging out with someone like Midoriya and be happier than his bitter ass..

As he sat beside her in class, waiting for Aizawa to arrive, he couldn’t help but lose himself in thought.

“Katsuki-kun? You okay?” a soft voice asked. His eyes snapped to the side to see the girl forever on his mind, tapping the pages of their textbook with the end of her pen. Her eyes held curiosity more than any concern. Finding out what Bakugo was thinking about deep in the of his mind was always interesting.

He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah, I’m fine. You need something?”

“Not really, just wanted to see something other than a frown on your face, “ she chirped happily, making his cheeks turn a bit red from embarrassment. She always said things like that, all the while with her beautiful lips curled into a sweet smile and eyes half shut.

He had to admit, she was cute. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Whatever you want to call it. These feelings were...disgusting, he thought.

“Shut up, Y/N.”

“What?! I’m just saying you look ten times better when you’re smiling than scowling at the table like that.” she laughed, turning in her seat so her legs hung to the side and she faced him. Jokingly, she tapped her pen against his cheek and he sunk into his chair even more, trying to hide the mixture of embarrassment and excitement invading his expression.

“Y/N-chan, quit it. You’re getting on my nerves now.”

She sighed, leaning back into her personal bubble. “Next week we start our Hero Work-Studies! Aren’t you excited?”

He was actually very excited, even if he failed to express it. He was going to train under endeavour, someone who the public admired for his strength and resilience. Bakugo knew he wasn’t the nicest man-Todoroki had enough evidence to show for that...But that didn’t mean he would pass up the opportunity to learn his heroic ways.

“Yeah, who wouldn’t be?”

“I cannot believe Hawks agreed to work with me! Seriously! He’s one of the coolest out there, not to mention he’s so young and relatable to us. I’ve been jealous since Tokoyami-kun started to work with him. Like come on, I’m just as much bird as them.”

“Honestly, I’m surprised agencies waited this long to pick you. You didn’t do too bad at the Sports Festival last year.”

“It’s only because they were waiting to see me completely annihilate the competition this year. They couldn’t see my true potential then, but now everyone will know me!”

His lips lifted into just a sliver of a grin. She was kinda amazing when she got excited and confident. “No one can hold you back, Y/N-chan.”

“When we graduate, we will both be so strong we will have the best hero agencies.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Y/N reached across to his desk once again, grabbing his hands tightly in hers. His eyes slid around the room quickly to see Kirishima and Denki wiggling his eyebrows in his direction. Stupid idiots. For some reason, the redhead had been trying to force them together in a romantic way for the past two years, and others slowly got in on the drama as well. Bakugo cursed at him in his head, glaring intensely for a short moment before turning back to the girl.

“I can’t help but be excited, Katsuki-kun. Being pro heroes has been our dream for as long as I can remember and now it’s finally happening.”

“Well, keep training hard and maybe you’ll get there one day. After all, the number 2 hero has already employed you-everything is gonna be easy after this.” He brushed off her hands and stood from his desk. “Gotta go to the bathroom.”

He didn’t actually have to go, he just wanted to escape that situation. He liked her a lot, and loved talking to her. It was so weird to him, how happy it made him to see her smile, laugh, and succeed at what she wanted. They were living out their dreams together, and it actually made him happy.

The only thing is, sometimes, it got to be too much. Just how much emotion she made him feel. He was frustrated at times, and he didn’t know why. All he knew was that he wanted to be around her all the time. He always wanted her to be by his side. She made life easier for him. He could control his temper, but only around her.

He sighed, slouching against the wall outside the classroom. Aizawa still wasn’t there, so he had some time to relax. Only, he couldn’t because Kirishima waltzed out just to stand right next to him.

“What do you want, hedgehog hair?”

“When you gonna ask out L/N, huh?” he asked abruptly. “I see the way you two make oogly eyes at each other all day and you being a chicken is so frustrating, bro.”

“That’s none of your business, but to answer your question: never. She’s my friend.”

“Come on, I’m just trying to help you out, dude. Seriously, make a move.”

“Definitely not.”

“Bruh…”

“Listen, maybe I do like her, okay? But that doesn’t mean I’m willing to date her. Relationships just seem so irritating.”

Kirishima laughed, throwing his arm around the hothead’s shoulders. “Trust me, when you kiss her for the first time, you’ll regret not asking her out before.” Bakugo threw his arm off his shoulder and scowled, disgusted by his bluntness. Sure, he had thought about kissing Y/N before, but he never really wanted to act on it that strongly. He especially did not like talking about his feelings.

He walked back into the classroom, redhead close behind. Now, he would act like nothing was even discussed. He didn’t need this drama right now. He just wanted to keep Y/N happy, and she was more than happy to be his best friend.

Trying to be anything more with her would be a mistake.

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“We’re not supposed to be out this late, Y/N. Do you want to tarnish your perfect record?” the boy asked as she pulled him up the flights of stairs, their feet slapping against the concrete as they ran. She held his warm hand in her smaller, cold one. It was late when she texted him to meet her at the front door, about 2 in the morning. She was lucky he wasn’t sleeping, but she knew he stayed up most nights on his computer anyway.

She took him to the training grounds and pulled him into the biggest building there. His stomach churned with excitement. He loved to be alone with her, especially at night when her quirk was at full power. Her soft wings, although tucked tight against her back, brushed against him and it sent shivers down his spine. So soft.

When they reached the roof, she pushed open the heavy, creaky metal doors. The moon shone so brightly in the sky right above them, illuminating her face in white light. He stared at her as she walked to the bench at the edge of the roof. She was more beautiful than anything he had ever seen before. Her wings expanded as she walked, the moon making them shimmer and glow like silver.

He took a seat beside her on the bench and followed her eyes which stared deep into the night sky, all the stars and the moon. “Don’t you love it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, to be honest. Just the mood of a winter moon.”

He rolled his eyes. Sometimes she didn’t make sense to him, but that was okay. “Not really.”

“I guess everyone feels differently about things.”

He sighed, leaning back with his arms behind his head and stretched, only to drop them weakly back to his sides. She was so in touch with things he’d never even thought about. She could see the bright side of everything, obviously since she saw the good in someone like him. “I don’t get you sometimes, Y/N. You seem to know everything about me, and you get how I feel, but I have a hard time wrapping my mind around yours.”

She laughed, warm breath clouding in front of her lips. “I can understand your anger, because people genuinely are annoying a lot of the time. But you can’t understand how it feels to be content with what you have. You always want something better, to be stronger or braver than the rest. You can’t comprehend what it’s like to be happy with the best you can do.” Her hand stretched across the bench they sat on, and her fingertips grazed his. Slowly, she slipped her hand under his, relishing in the warmth for as long as he would allow.

His fingers hesitantly wrapped around her hand, holding tightly as if she would take it away from him. Her hands were always so cold, he remarked, feeling a shiver run down his spine at the feeling.

“I’ll never be good enough, Y/N. I can’t settle as third best to Deku, or even Todoroki. It just pisses me off that they are better than me.”

“Maybe you aren’t as strong as them right now, and maybe you will never be,” she hummed, feeling his intense glare shift in her direction. Her lips curled into a smile despite this. “But to me, you’ll never be second best. You’re my number one hero, forever and always.”

His heart skipped a beat at her words.

“I’ve known you for so long, and having seen how you are when you’re vulnerable shows me that you are good. You are a hero no matter what people think. There’s no need to take it out on your classmates because they could never compare in my eyes. You are you, and they are themselves. Everyone can have a piece of the glory in the end, even someone as weak as me.”

“You’re not weak, you know.”

With a shrug, she let out a long sigh, “Not really, but thanks.”

“How can you not see how strong you are? You’re on your way to being the sidekick for Hawks. If anything, you’re better than me. You think so highly of me but shit on yourself.”

“I’m not shitting on myself at all. I’m being realistic. I’m okay with being a background character, Katsuki-kun.”

“Whatever. Just know you aren’t a background character to me. Everyone else, fuck them. Just you and me matter.”

Silence overtook the bitter cold air, only gusts of wind to be heard. She let her head fall to the side, temple pressed gently to his shoulder. He was tense beneath her, but that was expected. He wasn’t cuddly by any means; he didn’t even like hugs...But, she felt safe pressed to his side, hand in hand.

“Do you think we’ll be friends forever?” she asked suddenly.

He glared at her once again, not knowing why she asked such a stupid question. “What do you think?”

“I promise, no matter what, I’ll never leave you. I won’t give up on you.” The confession only made him feel hot. His hands clammed up with sweat, and he worried she would pull her hand away. She didn’t. “Sure, I get along with other people just fine, but if I’m being honest, all I’ll ever need is you.”

“Y/N-”

The girl didn’t stop to let him speak, the words flowing from her mouth without hesitation. There were so many things she had to say, thousands of words she could use to tell him how much she felt for him. “I think we were meant to meet each other. You and I have something special. It was fate that we ended up here.”

“Come on, that’s kinda crazy, don’t you think?” he argued, trying to make this less awkward. He could feel his heart racing, sweat pooling up, and his cheeks turning a deep shade of red. He liked what she was saying, but it was too much for him. He wasn’t into pouring out his feelings like she was. He was confused, honestly, how to express himself without sounding lame.

“I should have probably told you this a long time ago, but I guess now is just as good as any.” Deep breath in, shallow breath out. “I love you. I think I’ve always loved you, but now I know for sure.”

He couldn’t say anything. He could feel her hurt, the pain of rejection radiating off. No words would come out of his mouth, nothing but hot air. How was he supposed to reply? He felt shocked and embarrassed.

Her hand slid out from his grasp and she stood from her spot on the bench, her vibrant wings wrapping protectively around her torso. Her eyes were filled with regret and shame, but the smile never faltered. She never stopped smiling, even in moments like this. He wanted to tell her it was okay to be upset, that he didn’t mind comforting her. It just wasn’t the right time, he convinced himself. She would walk away and he would be alone in this cold..

“I’m sorry. Let’s just forget about this.”

He nodded, not daring to meet her eyes. He couldn’t stand seeing the hurt he caused her. And she walked away.

Maybe he did love her all along. She was the one good thing in his whole life, and maybe he threw that away by not saying anything. He could feel his stomach knotting up and his chest burned with every breath he took. Is this what it felt like to be heartbroken, completely hopeless to the whims of love so deep?

He pressed his face into his rough hands, groaning into them angrily. Why did he do this to himself? Why couldn’t he just be happy for once in his life? Why couldn’t he let something good slip its way into his life. He hated himself for everything. For being stubborn and rude all the time. For hurting the feelings of the only person who really cared about him. For throwing away what they could have had. He was just so fucking scared of these unfamilar emotions, it overwhelmed him.

So he got up, and he ran. He rushed down the metal staircase with such urgency that he almost fell face first down a couple flights. He couldn’t hear her footsteps in the metal stairwell, and it only made him hurry faster.

But she was gone. He missed his chance.

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“Why aren’t you dancing with Y/N?” Kirishima asked, deciding to take a break from dancing with Ashido and other friends to visit the awkward and angry blond pressed against the wall. For some reason, all the third years were practically forced to come to a dance to celebrate the holidays. To Bakugo, well, he thought it was a load of bullshit.

He glared over at his classmate. “What do you mean?”

“It’s just I thought you would come to this thing together. You’re really close.”

“Shit happens.”

Kirishima bit his lip, knowing it wasn’t just that. Something happened between the pair. It was their business only, and he wouldn’t pry (no matter how badly he wanted in on the drama). He couldn’t help but say something after seeing Bakugo standing by the punch bowl for nearly an hour and Y/N playing on her phone at one of the tables instead of having fun. It just didn’t seem right to let them ruin their night.

“Well, you have to fix that shit, bro.”

It was quiet for a second, and the redhead worried he may have struck a nerve somehow.

The blond turned his eyes away from his friend to glance at the girl, who was hunched over a table with her nose in her phone. Earlier, he swore people were sitting with her; they must have left to actually enjoy the dance. Honestly, he felt a bit angry at the others for just leaving her like that, not that he was any better. For a week now, he hadn’t even looked her in the eye.

“You think I should go talk to her?”

“Yeah, probably.”

He didn’t bother saying goodbye, just mumbled a reluctant ‘thanks’ as he shuffled through the dozens of students herded in the center of the gymnasium. Not until he was a few feet in front her table did she notice him staring her down. A small smile perked at the corner of her soft lips, but they both knew it was fake as hell.

“Aren’t you gonna go and have fun or some shit?”

She shrugged, not knowing what to say, “I’m not really feeling the vibe, I guess.” If she were being honest, she just wanted to stay home curled up in her warm bed in the dark. Her chest ached seeing him and hearing his voice. They were friends after all; she really shouldn’t feel like this. It was her fault for confessing her feelings to someone so stubborn and distant.

He shuffled nervously, his hands now tucked deep in his pants pockets. His cheeks threatened to betray him once again and stain red, but thankfully it was too dark for anyone to notice. When did he get all shy like this? It was honestly pathetic. This was 100 percent Deku behavior, and he did not approve.

“You wanna ditch this loser-fest with me?”

Should she? Her heart was still healing, but the temptation was too strong. Damn, even after only a week, she missed him so much. With a soft nod, she stood up from the creaky metal chair. The sidedoor thankfully wasn’t guarded by teachers keeping them from leaving so they snuck outside quietly. Immediately, both of them felt relieved to be away from the energy in there. Sweaty teenagers dancing, loud, shitty music blasting, and annoying flashing lights left behind them.

“Where do you want to go? It’s your choice.”

“Let’s just go to our normal place.”

The walk was silent once again as they made their way to the tall building where everything went down just a week ago. It was still cold, and when they got to the rooftop, the cold wind stung against her exposed skin. Her wings were quick to encase her in their warmth.

She brushed off the bench and took a seat on the far right side. He slouched onto the left side, keeping his head hung as to avoid her gaze. He was still so afraid, no matter what happened. She was clearly upset with him, and it filled him with so much guilt and regret. For a moment, he dared to look at her. Her eyes were trained on the sky, staring off into the stars and moon like always.

“You know, it’s been a little hard to smile lately.” Her words crashed into him.

“I…” Bakugo started but couldn’t think of the right words. “Yeah, I know.”

“I really thought you felt the same way. Maybe that just sounds naive of me, but what you and I had was special. Everyone said so, and I just got a little too confident, I guess,” she confessed with a soft, empty laugh. “My mom kept telling me that you would ask me out, and that we would grow up to be super strong heroes together. She always said, ever since middle school that we were gonna get married. It’s so, so stupid, I know.”

“Y/N, I’m just a fucking coward. That’s the whole reason we are in this mess.”

He met her eyes, ones filled with surprise. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, that everything you said was right. That we are meant to be together or whatever sappy stuff you said. I’ve been so depressed since that night, and I’m so mad at myself for acting so stupid,” he muttered angrily, fists clenching over and over in his lap. “I think I do love you. I’m not sure how it’s supposed to feel but I just want to be with you. I don’t want you ever leaving my side.”

“You’re not just saying that to be nice?”

“When have I ever been nice?”

She laughed, scooting over to sit right beside him. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin, and it made him feel more comfortable then he’d felt in a while. Looking down at her, his eyes trailed onto her lips which were just barely agape. They looked sweet, so soft and plump and beautiful.

When she noticed him staring, she knew what he was thinking. Without warning, Y/N tilted her head up to press her lips softly against his. Her hands rose to rest on both sides of his face gently, just enough to pull him in even closer. Her lips moved so slowly against his lips; it was agonizing. He wanted more and more, to pull her close to his lips and devour her. It was only one kiss, but he knew he was addicted already.

His first kiss. Kirishima was right. How did he go so long without her lips on his?

She pulled away just enough to so she could speak, noses touching and foreheads pressed together. “I love you, Katsuki.”

“I think I might love you more.”

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“Something happened to Hawks. We have to go now.”

At first, Bakugo didn’t even connect Hawks to his girlfriend, who was working under his guidance the past year. As they rushed into the district under attack, the adrenaline of the fight made him feel high. He loved this. Being a real hero, saving people and having people look to him as if he were amazing. His quirk was quite flashy and people enjoyed seeing him work.

The street was in complete and utter disarray. People were hiding in what buildings they could, quivering from the rogue villain storming through the streets. Hawks couldn’t keep up. No matter how great he was, it could be hard and nearly impossible to battle in close combat. His wings ran thin as well.

So it was time for backup.

Todoroki ran a few yards ahead of him, eyes focused and calm. He was different from the rest of them. He was almost noble. His morals were strict, and he never seemed to lose his cool. As much as it pained Bakugo to say it, Todoroki deserved one of the top spots, maybe even higher than him.

It wasn’t until they turned a corner that the mood changed. The icy hot hero faltered, falling back a couple feet to stumble into his teammate.

“What the hell-”

“Bakugo, stop. Don’t go any further.” He held a firm hand to Bakugo’s shoulder, but his attempts were futile. Bakugo wouldn’t let anyone hold him back.

“Idiot, there’s no time to fuck around. Let me through.” As his eyes peered over Todoroki’s shoulder at the street ahead, he caught sight of a featherless wing that had been torn to shreds poking out from the rubble. Silver and grey feathers littered the entire street. His breath hitched in his throat. He didn’t know for sure what it was under those rocks, could just be a bird, right? Just some random fucking bird. That’s all.

It couldn’t be.

“Bakugo-”

The blond pushed past him, stumbling over his own feet as he recklessly ran through the rocks. It only got worse when he saw blood splattered across the pavement. It was getting more and more obvious what had happened here, but he denied it over and over in his head. There was no way it was her. She was strong, her mentor was even stronger, one of the very best. There’s no way he would have let something happen to his prodigy.

But just behind the rocks laid her body. Blood seeped heavily from the back of her head, and her hair was matted with the thick liquid which had dried to a deep brown. Her wings were sparse, if even there, only a dozen or so feathers on each side, blood coating them as well.

“No, no, no.”

He fell to his knees beside her body. Her eyes stared up at him, empty and lifeless; they were so cold like something out of a nightmare. When he reached down to lift her body up from the ground, he shivered at the lack of warmth from her skin. He propped her up on his knees, one arm supporting her back and neck. His other hand slid across her face, smearing blood on her cheek.

“Y/N? You better wake the fuck up,” he whimpered, shaking her body as if that would somehow help. “Wake up, baby, please get up. Stop, god, please stop being stupid”

Todoroki approached him from behind, sitting next to him on the bloody ground. His eyes stared at the cold body, haunted by the face of his friend, someone he grew up beside these 3 years, limp and dead. He looked over to Bakugo, who he knew to be attached at the hip with the girl for who knows long. He had never seen the boy cry, but he sensed the tears starting to boil over.

Hopelessly, he continued to shake her softly. “Y/N-chan, please. Please wake up. God, please wake up. I can’t do this without you. Please, please, please.” His desperate begs fell on deaf ears though. No amount of pleading could change her fate, and both of them knew that.

“Let’s bring her body to the medics, okay? Maybe they can help,” Todoroki soothed, placing a gentle hand on Bakugo’s shoulder. He knew it was useless. She was dead, but the thought of her maybe having a chance made it easier for Bakugo. The blond could only nod, still staring down at his lover through clouded, teary eyes. He lifted her into his arms, cradling her head to his chest.

Bakugo couldn’t stop crying. He just sobbed, continuing to quietly beg the girl to wake up, cursing and choking on his grief.

Todoroki knew they might be scolded later by his father for not helping in the battle, but this was one of the rare cases they could put aside being heroes and let someone else take over. The grief was too heavy of a burden to fight anyway.

She was gone, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

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Bakugo was different after the accident, maybe even worse than before in a way. He didn’t yell at nearly as many people anymore, usually staying silent even if someone offended him. He was fond of walking away now, from anything and everything that pissed him off. It was like he didn’t have the energy to fight back anymore.

It was depressing to those who noticed the little things he often did. Shinsou, who recently joined the hero course, sat in the seat beside Bakugo, where Y/N used to sit. Everytime he thought of something funny to say, a joke to crack about Midoriya or something in their lesson, he looked to the side for Y/N. Every time though, he met with the unamused, dark circles of the boy. His cheeky smile would fall into a deep grimace every time.

He looked for her when he was upset, not knowing how to channel his negative emotions anymore. He yearned to sit in her dorm at night and hug her until he fell asleep. He looked for her in the hallways and every crowd he passed, just praying that miraculously she was alive again, that this was all some sick dream.

It hurt to be reminded time and time again that she was gone. Y/N was never coming back, the words echoed in his mind every day. She was dead, brutally died at the hands of a villain, He could picture her body, disfigured and lying in the street, blood soaking the pavement. He never got to say goodbye either.

Her mentor apologized time and time again to her family and her friends, guilt heavy on his back. He never imagined her, someone so strong and powerful to die, especially under his supervision. Hawks would never take another student as his apprentice, he couldn’t, not for a long time.

Nowadays, the class almost felt like they missed his hotheaded nature. He was just depressing now, and it killed the mood. Y/N was the only one who could make him smile.

He walked down the hall alone, heading back to the dorms once again after a long day of feeling sick to his stomach with a massive headache pulsing in his temples. Footsteps caught up to speed with him, and he peeked over his shoulder to see Midoriya, followed by his precious little girlfriend.

A sour taste filled Bakugo’s mouth. He could tolerate the others. Todoroki, Denki, Kirishima. But he really didn’t want to talk to these two. Anyone but them.

“Bakugo, wait up!” Deku called, not that the blond listened. He kept walking, trying not to explode on the guy. Couldn’t they tell that he just wanted to be alone? “We have to talk to you, just wait and listen.”

“What do you want?”

“Bakugo, are you okay?” Uraraka asked softly, and he grit his teeth.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine,” Deku argued, grabbing Bakugo’s forearm after catching up. Angrily, he yanked his arm away from the boy, and took a few steps away from the pair, glaring at them as if a single look could drive them away. “Listen, we know how you are feeling. We all miss L/N. She was a great friend.”

That was the tipping point for him. How could they compare their pain to his? It pissed him off.

“Oh, fuck you. Fuck you both, really.”

“Stop acting like you’re the only one hurt by this. I grew up with Y/N, too. If you have to mourn, let other people do it with you. It makes it easier.”

“You know as well as I do that you didn’t care about her as much as me. None of you knew her like I did,” he muttered, trying his best not to let the tears fall again, or the stutter in his voice to reveal itself. He wasn’t weak. He was fucking mourning. “Think of it like this, okay? What if someone were to kill Uraraka right now? Imagine having to look into her dead, lifeless eyes. Imagine seeing the entire street splashed with her blood. Imagine reaching down to hug her only to feel icy cold skin against yours, and her face is green and grey like some kind of monster, not your precious Ochako. And there is nothing you can do. Not a damn thing.”

And to that, the pair of do-gooders had nothing to say.

“It’s all I can fucking think about. I can’t even fall asleep without seeing her dead eyes staring back at me. I miss her so much, and none of you can understand.”

“I’m sorry. We know she meant a lot to you.”

“She was all that I had! She was the only person who ever made me really feel something, anything other than anger. I loved her more than anything and she loved me back,” he choked on his words, tears welling up in his eyes. “She was my baby. My beautiful princess. I don’t know how to function without her.”

Uraraka sighed, trying to find something good in all of this despite there being nothing at all. “She’s in a better place, Bakugo.”

He clutched at his shirt right over his heart, which beat rapidly in his chest. “But a better place is right here with me! We belong together, not apart. It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” he cried, unable to bite back his tears. “I’ve called her phone a million times since she died, just so I can hear her voice. I’m terrified that one day her phone will be shut off forever and I’ll forget what she sounds like.”

Her clutched at his shirt tightly, feeling pain in his chest again. He felt like he was having a heart attack. Sometimes the heartbreak was so strong.

“All these pictures on my phone of her, they just remind me that she’s never coming back! She’s gone forever, and I don’t know what to do. How do I make it stop hurting so fucking much? I feel like I’m dying, god it hurts.”

Sobs shook his body as he hid his face behind the crook in his elbow, trying to sop up all the tears. But, he knew they wouldn’t stop. He didn’t know why he was telling them this, revealing this side of himself in front of them, but he hadn’t had the time to vent about the whole situation.

“The last thing she said to me was that she loved me,” he cried, pressing his arm to his lips and sobbing into them. He was hysterical, especially for someone so brutal like him. “I’ll never get to tell her I love her ever again. We will never get married. Become pro heroes together like we always wanted. I’ll never get to see her smile or hug her against my chest again. It’s all over, dammit.”

“Bakugo, I’m so sorry. If you need anyone, we’re here for you.”

“I just miss her so fucking much.”

A heavy hand fell on his shoulder, and he turned his head to see who it was. “Bakugo, listen to me for a minute. Wipe up your tears for a second,” the deep, tired voice demanded. Sad, exhausted eyes stared down at him, but he could feel the empathy their teacher held.

“Aizawa-sensei?”

“The only thing that can help you now is time,” he explained. “We risk a lot as pro-heros. It’s gonna hurt a lot for now, maybe forever, I don’t know. But the only thing you can do is let time pass and the pain in your heart will dull.”

“I just feel so pathetic. I can’t help but think it should have been me. I wish it was the other way around so badly. I should have died instead, so she could be happy.”

“Do you really think Y/N would’ve been happy if she lost you? You think she wouldn’t cry everyday, and hug your pillows and clothes just to feel close to you again? For her to suffer? Really? If you really loved Y/N, you wouldn’t consider breaking her heart like that.”

“I-I…” Bakugo choked. “What do I do now?”

“What you need to do is make Y/N proud. She would want the best for you. All she ever wanted was to see you smile after all.” Aizawa was right, no matter how hard it was to accept the fact. Bakugo would have to live for Y/N.

#bakugo katsuki #bakugo #bakugo one shot #bakugo x reader #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia #my hero imagines #bakugo imagine #angst #sad bakugo #ooc

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peachbearies · 4 years ago

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omg ion know if ur taking. Requests rn but I was wondering just a cute lil imagine bout zion in which the reader and him are dating and it's they're one yr aniversary or sum idk lol but just zion being a cutie and telling how much he loves her and shiii (because we all know that his ass acts all big and bad but he is a 6'4 teddy bear irl) yaa ik that was supper cringey but shehej yee okay byee (ur an amazing writer btw I've read all ur work and may I saY I stan 💖)

Promise: Z.kuwonu

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›› Synopsis: it’s your first anniversary with Zion, around this trademark period it makes you apprehensive but Zion reminds you how much

›› Genre: Fluff

›› Paring: Female Reader x Zion Kuwonu

›› Warnings: Slightly hinted nsfw, lots of cursing (I mean it Zion so…), a little glimpse of toxic behavior.

›› A/N: what?! This is not cringe at all baby! I admire cheesy romantic headcanons/ imagines like this. My likes and drafts are filled with fluffs or angst to fluff🤧. I’m sorry this is a tad bit delinquent And thank you for reading my work that means a lot I’ve been exploring a lot of vocabulary words to scrutinize my writing, this may be a long one I apologize I got too into it.

The marvels of what a year could do. From going through a hurricane of songster roaring at each other, the strikes of austere comments leading up to the thunderstorm of a anguish. Your ex-fiancé cheated on, with considerable women before you found out. The ring on your finger was nothing but a reflector and leverage for him, he wanted to appear a saint to the kingdom, but a devil in the moonlight. Apologizing and buttering you up like a slice of bread, didn’t make you dawdle.

Your lucidity and rectitude were more caliber than staying, so you moved out of your shared apartment a week later, during the rotation of moving haphazardly you’ve incoherent yourself from the boys' realm, nor have your inner circle heard of you. You dissipated from the earth. And if you had to be adequate, you relished it that way, what was anyone overlooking anyways? but you were silently asking for space, you would give your leg for it.

Zion stirring in disgruntle, pushing profanities in between his gritted teeth. Don’t get mistaken he wasn’t mad you were ignoring him, just by the way your handling things on your own, he knew it had to be really fucked up if you couldn’t come to him. The veins crawling up his proffered hands outstretched for the keys. The boys jumping up in fear he may do something reckless, Brandon putting his hand in front of the boys to halt them. “Listen—even if we stop him, say anything to him or follow him, he will remotely do exactly what you think he’s going to do, you know how much he cares about (y/n), all we can do is have faith in him” Brandon confirms, but deep inside that rickety heart of his fear was kicking his ass too. They all discern Zion, once the peak of anger overflows his eyes only opines vermilion.

Zion parked in the lot, not noticing your car ghosting its rightful place. His mind was set on figuring what was wrong with you. Climbing the flight of stairs, he knocks on your door, his foot tapping the pallid base. When the door swung open it was ex-fiance, their eyes met in pique just burning to throw punches and a few sparks of curse words. “What do you want?” Your ex tempts him.

For your sake, Zion never snapped in front of him the way he should’ve. “Not you that’s for sure” commenting on his current attire, which was shirtless and some sweatpants. “Where’s (y/n)?” He queries, a scruffy ‘tsk’ pass through his lips. “Not here, that bitch moved out after she broke up with me”

Zion looked at his watch the time read 9:35 pm. “Cool, all I need is nine minutes of your time” Zion tranquility explains to him. Swinging and docking him in the throat; the girl that was staying with him bolting into the living room finding the source of the thump. She screams for Zion to get off him, after give or take six punches, Zion walks away not giving him or her the slightest sight. “If I catch you or her around y/n, better make sure you have good health care insurance and dental”

The next day he waited outside your classroom leaning his foot up against the wall; few girls noticed him but that wasn’t on his mind. When your silhouette appeared, he excused himself in a rush to catch you. “Pretty rich seeing a smile from a ghost” your heart dropped; the voice you were scared to dump your problems on.

What lie could you conjure? “Hey Zion” you breathe, turning in his direction. “That’s my fault I’m sorry, dealing with classes and moving I lost track of time” which was half correct, but it wasn’t the biggest factor. Zion tilted his head, signature hand in hoodie pocket. Closing your eyes with a heavy sigh, you knew he didn’t believe you nor did he want to push you. “Zion—“ he groped your wrist pulling you to the parking lot, he leaned on his car's hood without saying a drop of words, he wants for you to stream all your worries.

“Well, that’s half the reason. Okay, I didn't mean to go completely ghost, life just wasn't easy for me lately, I didn't want to add more dead weight to your shoulder. Sorry” zion scoffs pushing himself away from the car with no hands. But they followed the path to your jawline. ”burden on my shoulder or not, they're made for you to cry on. Stop going through things on your own alright?, as long as I'm here you don't have to sink”

Ever since you and zion grew close, a year later and he still gazes at you like a diamond. Even after a year, the astonishment gets the better of you. The insecurities start raging in, fighting in a war of love and hate. Your phone was laid upon the cherry wooden table, the vibrations frightening you, the goosebumps crawling up your arms. The name it read was “Love🤍”

“Hello?” You answer still shaken up; Zion lets out a soft scoff that vibrates through your body “you’re still in bed mamas? you should be awake beautiful” rubbing your eyes slightly, the clock flashed the numbers ‘ 2:30 pm’ your groan only makes him smile bigger.

“Goddamn I love you, look how ravishing you are in the morning” Zion's eyes shimmering in adoration. Those eyes always reflected his emotions, deep down you knew Zion loved you wholeheartedly, but the fear of having something good taken from you. That is what kept you hesitant. “No, I don’t stop lying” you stroke his ego.

“Me? Lie? Babygirl, I can’t and won’t lie to you stop playing” Zion said in a low octave, your stomach stirred in feelings “do me a favor baby” “Which is?” You reply, Zion looks over on his nightstand smiling. “Why are you smiling? Are you being mischievous again?”

“Who me? Nah” Zion shrugs off. The ringing of the doorbell distracted you from his spreading grin “answer that” sighing you walk towards the door, propping your phone on the counter, Zion moans out loud. “Maybe I should’ve slept over last night! Who told you to look that good mamas?” Ignoring his flirty antics you open the door, glimpsing at fresh bouquets of your favorite flower and a self-care basket. “Baby!!!” You screech, Zion simpers at the brightest smile on your face. The sun doesn’t shine as bright as you did at the moment.

“Why?, why are you so loving to me” you start to happy cry “Nah baby none of that, I love you too damn much for you to self-deprecate” Zion shuts your negativity down. Flipping the card over you read the message. ‘You thought I’d forget the day you changed my life? I’ve always loved you and I’ll continue to love you, but it’s not your love that I adore the most, it’s those gorgeous eyes that look back at me. Like I’m some type of angel when we all know that’s you, it’s the way you’re compassionate about others, I love your free spirit baby you’re a dove to me, even though I get under your nerves, I wouldn’t want anyone else to deal with me or my problems happy one year’

You look up at Zion, his eyes were already glossing by admiring your figure. Oh, how you wish jumping through a screen wasn’t just a cartoon thing. “Fuck” you whisper covering your face “angel, you are beautiful” Zion reminds you “stop!!! I’m in my feelings!!” You Jokingly spat at him. “What you wanna do for our anniversary it’s up to you” Zion smiles.

“Can we go to a petting zoo then get tacos?” Your eyes sparkling as your lips turn into a pout, Zion looking up towards the ceiling as his Adam’s apple points at the camera. “Yes, how could I say no” twenty minutes later Zion was at your house, complimenting you the whole car ride. Protectively and passionately rubbing circles on your knees being careful not to raise his hand any further.

“Look! Rabbits” Zion follows your finger pulling you in that direction, you sit on the bench holding the rabbit in your lap feeding it the food. Zion takes pictures of you getting the best angles, falling in love with your beauty, even more, the way the golden light bounced off your skin. It made him think twice if you were real or just a lucid dream. Feeding the monkeys were the best part, they hugged you and Zion; even gave you two kisses. The giraffes were the most exciting to you, joking to your boyfriend “wow look something taller than you”. Walking into a blue-lit aquarium a class of fish surrounded the both of you. Your finger softly touching the fish that was pressed against the glass, it followed your every move. Never realizing Zion detached his hand from yours, it hasn’t hit you until a ring was slid on your finger.

“Not an engagement ring, but soon don’t worry this is a promise ring, and I promise that you’ll feel nothing but comfort and love with me” his fingers gripped into your waist “with a side of pleasure too” you smack his shoulder while smiling ear for ear. “You promise?” “Of course I do, I wholeheartedly promise, I will never hurt or disrespect you baby, you mean too much to me”

Once you were back to the apartment your body couldn’t even make it to the bed, but Zion helped you to the bathroom. To wash off the dirt and sweat, even helped you with your skin routine. His fingers padding over every inch of your back, your soft snores in the crook of his neck. “I’m so glad to be the girlfriend of your dreams” you whisper “oh lord she’s finally figured it out!!” Zion pushes your buttons “should I send you back home?” You test him, “you wouldn’t dare, you need me tonight” Zion teases his swollen lips attacking your neck upwards your jawline, a low gruffly growl trickles down your spine.

“So is this the side of pleasure?” You press your teeth into your lower lip “if that’s what you want”

“Well, you did make a promise” wasting no time Zion straddles you, your legs wrapped around his waist, giggling at how he fumbled to remove his shirt.

“You damn right I made a promise, and I’ll show you how serious this promise is” Zion kisses up your stomach “I love you”

Your hands cupping his jaw the breathing becoming erratic “I love you too”

#prettymuch #zion kuwonu #prettymuch zion

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vslattae · 4 years ago

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ALL I COULD EVER WANT (UNEDITED)

ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴄ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴋᴘᴏᴘ ɪᴅᴏʟ...ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪs ɢʀᴏᴜᴘᴍᴀᴛᴇs ᴘᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ..

ᴀʟʟ ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴠsʟᴀᴛᴛᴀᴇ

paring: Taehyung x Reader

Warnings: sike it’s a angsty chapter (i’m sorry ;) i really am :( but hey...no sad ending right :) )

Chapter 9: Car rides at 4 am and bad memories.

Jolted by the sound of Rm and Jungkook waking everyone up running through the doors and finally making there way outside.

“Tae baby..” you yawned trying to get out of bed but a strong pair of arms swooped you back up but luckily you fought them off.

About twenty minutes or so everyone now fully awake and pilling in the cars that you rode on the way here. the car ride was silent most of it was filled with haru and jins laughter while jungkook little snores fought against their laughter.

This car ride felt different however..like something was off and not to mention in the back of your mind the texts that’s flown through you and haru about felix.

It’s not that you were hiding anything but the memories still haunted you at night wishing that you never bumped into that womanizing stupid Australian guy and if it wasn’t for Han it wouldn’t have ever happened.

Through the morning drifting in and out of sleep while tae hung onto you for dear life slanted in the seat, his arms around you while your head laid on his chest...although sure that you were not awake the memory played through like a broken record.

FLASHBACK:

“jeez y/n i’m sorry that i fell asleep studying and your fine i’m sure felix is waiting up there as we speak” haru laughs as you two depart from another girl in your class making it up to your shared apartment. The more steps you take the more anxious you get...as if your gut was telling you something is wrong very wrong. When glancing to haru you knew she felt the same..you just couldn’t press your mind to it so therefore you shrugged it off like it was nothing.

Approaching your apartment door, haru pulled the keys out as you both stepped in dropping your bags. Haru went straight into the kitchen drawing your attention. “Hey y/n you know jin seokjin right?” she looked at you laughing. “yeah jungkook talks about him all the time why” you cocked your brow and there was that smug face.. “shut..up NO WAYYY” you jumped up and down cheering but soon those cheers fell silent.

Throwing your attention to haru to see if she hears the noise too she nods quickly pulling her phone out to ring jin and jk to quickly come there ASAP. after the call ended she ending up picking the closest thing to her which happened to be the kitchen knife held up on the block in the kitchen.

cautiously advancing up the small flight of stairs you learn the sound is coming from your room, leaning into the door knob you peel it open and kick it only to find your boyfriend at the time balls deep in some other girl..in YOUR bed.

“what.the.fuck.is.this?” Haru drops the knife letting it clang to the floor while jin and jungkook had arrived ushering themselves up the door. “hey haru you call-” Jin stopped and jungkook advanced pushing felix off your bed while he’s stumbling to pull his clothes back on.

“hold the fuck up..Maria?” your eyes begin to water knowing the stranger was not only a stranger but just so happened to be your neighbor..and a good friend..not anymore. “y/n look i can explain.” you collapsed on your knees drowning out any sound that was coming from anyone or anything...what the fuck could you done wrong..? Questions flew through your mind left and right.

“JUNGKOOK STOP” was the first thing you heard before pulling yourself up wiping your face to glance at the horrible person that you’ve been dating for the past 2 years. Glancing at him you noticed the busted lip and an angry jungkook a few feet away from you getting calmed down by jin.

“y/n please..” felix pleaded searching your face to find any emotion to which you shrugged it off and gathered your thoughts before opening your mouth. “felix if you want to me a favor get your shit and go please. i mean it. don’t EVER contact me and keep your shitty apologizes to yourself. The AUDACITY that you cheat on me with my neighbor on our 2 year anniversary..and to top it all off you fucked her on MY fucking bed jesus.. and for you maria you’re dead to me and i mean that shit and keep your fucking band members off my fucking back...i have no shame to tell them what the fuck i just walked into.” you breathed finally watching him shamelessly walk out the door.

“y/n come on you can sleep over..haru can too okay..” jungkook pulled you into his arms doing his absolute best from going out and beating the fuck out your ex boyfriend. “o-oh kay come on haru” looping your arms around haru you both walked out and intos jins car, trying your hardest to not break down and cry and scream.

Once at the boys house jungkook rushes you into the house that’s surrounded by laughter pushing you up the stairs before you lose everything. once safely and secured in jungkooks room your finally able to let everything out and for damn sure everyone downstairs heard it.

“why jungkook” you sniffed, tears steaming down your face as a knock is heard and sure enough the boy with a sorrow face was taehyung. immediately running up to you he wrapped you in his arms letting you stain your tears into his hoodie sobbing. “y/n shh it’s okay listen..he was a complete asshole i know alright but you are so much stronger..i need you to promise me you’ll forget about that fucked up accent douche okay” nodding and wiping the tears away, pooling yourself to sleep and for a moment washing the memory away and replaced it was tae.

Waken up by taehyung and the sunrise he noticed the tears that pooled in your eyes. “you okay y/n” his eyes scanning your face and pulling you closer to his chest. “i’m alright just bad dream...i don’t wanna talk about it” you sighed placing your head on his chest to listen to the thumping of his heart flattering you to coax back to sleep.

Once the drive was over and everyone pooling back to their normal lives you only had one goal and that was to somehow tell tae about felix and getting your dog.

the situation itself is tricky and seeing as the smallest detail can reside in that god awful nightmare you didn’t want to say anything.

“ i’ll call you later okay baby..? or if you want i can come over later tmr” tae pecked your lips, your forehead and both your cheeks before getting in the car with the rest of the boys and driving to their home.

Time skip ( i hate writing angst it makes me cry ;-; )

Pushing the door open to your mothers house, minnie runs up to you and jungkook. “hello my beautiful children” your mother comes up to hug you both before placing the plate of food that just so happens to be your favorite. “hi mom” you smiled and began to tell her about the amazing trip.

“y/n has a boyfriend now mom” jungkook smiles at you which left you kicking his right leg in a smooth swift motion. “oh really! who” she excitedly asks. “ Kim Taehyung mom...jungkooks bandmate” you see her eyes light up. “that’s great! he’s such a nice boy and so sweet i do hope to see all of your friends again Jungkook i’m just happy he’s better than that felix boy dear” she smiles while jungkook nods affirming that’ll they come over one day soon.

After a whirl with your mom and the goal completed of getting your dog you find yourself dropping into sleep until your phone dings...and now this has your heart racing..

fuck...

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a/n: well..things got interesting didn’t they ;-; btw i hate writing angst it’s sucks for me but hey i did it :) I think ima let this ride out to 12 chapters maybe 14...with bonus stuff etc then on to the next story :) thank you for the love and the reads i appreciate it so much and lmk if you want to be on the taglist <3 until tmr :)

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havens-most-wanted · 4 years ago

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Scraps - Trash Can Edition #1

Well here it is. A fic I wrote when I was 13 years old while I was in school, pretending to learn. It’s Jak/Torn, cliche AF and has the Erol-did-things-to-me trope, extremely OOC. BTW I just turned 30 a few months ago so this fic is...*counts* 17 years old.

Fixed spelling issues. No change to grammar or anything else.

--CRINGE WARNING--

Feel free to poke fun at it in a comment if you’d like.

No title featuring showercurtain!Jak. Slight AU.

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His back was pressed against the alleyway. The Krimzon Guards advanced, and Jak knew he had nowhere to go. He could hear their voices and shouts around the corner. It was only a matter of time…

...Suddenly he was violently grabbed from behind, strong arms pulled him back. His head hit cement painfully, his head was spinning and stars burst in front of his eyes before he was dragged down a flight of stairs.

“Wha…?” Jak murmured before a rough hand covered his mouth.

“Shut it,” said the voice.

Still dizzy, Jak complied. There wasn’t much of a choice in the matter. He heard a door slide shut behind him.

He was violently thrown backwards. Jak braced for a hard landing, but instead found himself on a soft, green quilt. He had landed on a bed.

A tough looking elf sat across from him on another bed. “Explain yourself,” he growled.

“Where am I?” Jak asked, looking around, somewhere inside a crowded quarters of four beds a table sat ahead under a lamplight.

“I’ll explain later,” the older elf waved off dismissively. Jak looked up to meet the older elf’s eyes. “Now,” said the elf, matching Jak’s gaze. “Who are you? I see you were a prisoner--I can tell because of your clothes--but it looks like you’ve escaped.”

“Obviously,” Jak said, suddenly feeling more powerful. “The good Baron likes me, I suppose. Who the hell are you?”

“The name is Torn,” said the other elf simply. Torn was an older elf, brown hair and a suit of armor. He had tattoos on his face. Wait, Jak thought. Erol and that woman had the same thing.

Jak sprung off the bed suddenly, jumping on Torn and twisting his arms behind him while Jak stood behind. “You’re not one of THEM, are you?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Torn tried to twist around and failed.

Jak moved his hand down to reach for Torn’s gun. The brown haired elf knew all too well, and knocked Jak’s hand out of the way and twisted around to face the blond elf. “I’m not your enemy,” Torn whispered, breathing heavily. “If I was...I would have killed you now.”

Jak glared, forcing the ice of his blue eyes into the cold, green ones. “Who are you and what do you want with me?”

“I’m part of a group called the Underground. Kor told me you were wandering around and he figured you’d be useful. Now can I let go of you without you trying to blow my head off?”

Jak let his muscles relax a bit. “Underground for what?” he asked, while the tattooed elf still held him.

“For overthrowing the Baron, idiot!” Torn snarled, shoving Jak back a bit as he let go of his arms. “You don’t know what he’s done to this city…” Torn slunk back on the bed, looking at Jak.

“Oh, but I do,” said the blond, leaning over Torn a bit to make sure every word sunk in. “YOU’RE the one who doesn’t know what it’s like,” Jak said, his voice lowering, remembering the prison and the Baron put him in. And Erol, who…

No.

“Name?” asked Torn suddenly, changing the subject.

“What’s it to you?” Jak growled.

“If your ass plans to stay alive, you better give it to me,” Torn snarled back.

There was a five second pause. “It’s Jak,” the blond elf said, reaching out a hand to shake Torn’s. Torn had a look of disgust, but he complied. “Welcome to the Underground,” he said with a satisfied smirk.

Jak paled. “Please don’t do that,” Jak said quietly.

“What?” asked Torn. “Look Jak, you’re bleeding severely,” Torn stated, holding up his hand he shook. It was smeared with blood. “Let me get some bandages.” Torn sat up off the bed and headed to the open space.

“Forget it, Torn,” Jak said dismissively. “I feel no pain. It’s probably…”

His blood.

Jak looked down at his hands. Blood was caked on his finger nails, where he knew he slashed Erol across the face. But it wasn’t his choice of action...was it?

But it was worth it. Worth all the pain and suffering he went through. The first two years of being in Haven City. Alone. The only thing that he lived on was the spark of hope that one day he could escape. And now, he was fueled on revenge. Whatever Erol did to him, he’d deserve it back tenfold.

“Probably what, Jak?” Torn asked. He didn’t receive an answer from the young elf. “Well, if you’re not going to talk, you might as well get yourself a shower to clean up. I’ll get you a new outfit. The one you have now is a dead giveaway…” Torn said with another smirk. “Get going.”

Jak let the hot water flow over his naked body. It had been a long time since he had a shower. It relaxed his tense muscles slightly.

It was only here that Jak realized how much weight he lost. His body suffered malnutrition, he had gone from well-toned to thin and slender. They never fed him well in prison--in fact, nothing was ever well. Not with Erol, he surpassed the term ‘hatred’. He had manifested himself into Jak’s fear. His heartbeat raced faster at the thought of Erol, the pain and emotional torment he had caused. Erol had stolen everything. His pride, his hope--his innocence. God, in ways Erol had been much worse than the Dark Eco treatments.

But they became routine. It started pretty simple at first--stressful conversations about two times a week, but then he started coming more often. Forceful kisses--if you even called them kisses--started every night, then it escalated from there.

Blood flooded the floor of the shower before circling before it was pulled in the drain, disappearing from his sight.

Jak was tired of lying to himself. Most of the blood was his. Besides the few cuts, the remaining gashes were on his shoulder and lower back. They didn’t hurt much, the only thing left was a dull throb.

Jak heard the door open suddenly, and he moved to the back of the curtain. “Whos there?”

“Just me,” said a gruff voice from the otherside. He heard an opening and closing of cabinets.

Suddenly the water went extremely cold, Jak yelped.

“What, what?” Torn pushed the curtain back and Jak yelled again as the water shut off.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” Jak screamed as he slipped on the water of the tub floor and fell forward, grabbing the curtain as he did so, ripping it from the bar and it covered them both.

“YOU IDIOT!” Torn roared as he tried to find a way to get out of it. He pulled it away from his face, now wet from the humidity of the room. He heard a muffled reply a little bit away. Torn moved the bot of the shower curtain way to reveal a struggling nude Jak giving all his strength to battle with the shower curtain. “Calm down Jak!” Torn said to him, but Jak continued to pull on the fabric. “Jak!”

Jak’s eyes widened when he realized the older elf was watching him. “Torn!” he gasped, trying to cover himself. “I’m naked!”

Torn shrugged as he pulled the curtain off them. “So?”

Jak turned beet red. “So? So?! I’D LIKE SOME PRIVACY!” he yelled.

Torn turned his head away. “Trust me Jak, I’m not going to grope you or anything.”

Jak froze. “Erol?” he whispered, bringing the curtain over his body and up to his chin.

Torn looked back at Jak and narrowed his eyes. “What did you say?”

Jak’s eyes went pale. “Get out,” he said, staring unfocused at the ceiling. “Please…”

Torn stood up. “Alright,” he said, and threw Jak a towel. “Hurry up,” he said and closed the door behind him.

As Jak appeared in the hall, Torn nodded at him. “If you want to know why the water stopped, it’s because the slums got little water, if any at all. The Baron cut off a little while ago. Some stupid new rule, so called ‘conserving water’, he says...bullshit...he’s the one who takes all the damn water…” Torn rambled on to himself, while Jak waited (somewhat impatiently) for him to finish.

“That’s okay,” Jak interrupted Torn as he was in the middle of explaining how the Baron left a part of the city to die. “It’s alright, because I’m planning to kick his ass anyway,” Jak said boldly.

Torn smiled. “Knew you were one for the team, Jak.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just tell me what you want me to do,” Jak said dismissively.

Torn looked a little taken a back, but smiled. “Eager to mission, eh? I want you to go down to the pumping station and turn on the water.”

“Alright,” the blond haired elf said, walking out of the Underground.

“Do you even know where it is?” Torn yelled after him. Jak stopped.

“Where?” he asked, looking over his shoulder.

“Water slums,” Torn said, walking towards Jak.

“You’re coming?” Jak asked as Torn reached for his gun.

“Got nothing better to do.”

“Hey...do I get a gun?”

Torn smirked. “Not likely.”

Torn insisted Jak to drive the double seated zoomer, even though Jak never really drove one before. Not to say he was really good at it, either. The front of the car was dented as Jak slammed into another wall.

“Watch it!” Torn hissed, grabbing the wheel nearly missing running into a Krimzon Guard zoomer.

“Well I wouldn’t have this problem if you didn’t make me drive!” Jak shouted back defensively. “Just let me lower the zoomer--”

“Ah, forget it you ass. You’ll hit a guard,” Torn said, taking the wheel on his side. “Let go.”

Jak would have listened but he decided to be a prick. He wanted to see how much he could piss off this Torn guy before he broke down and shot him or something.

Jak turned the wheel forcefully, sending the green zoomer to the right. Torn tried to turn back.

“Let go, you moron!” Torn yelled, veering sharply to the left.

“You wanted me to drive!”

“Well I don’t now! Give it to me!”

“No!”

“I said GIVE IT TO--”

Crash!

Jak felt himself falling underwater, he swam to the surface quickly, looking for the older elf. “Torn? Torn?!”

TO BE CONTINUED NEVER...

#jaktorn #jak and daxter #urgh #dont expect quality #THIS ISN'T EVEN THE WORST ONE

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