#someone please just fucking hit me w a truck oh my god. I can’t stand these people im going insane.

[hagravenholm]

God i fucking hate living here in this fucking shithole so much Jesus Christ I want to kms.

[the-acid-pear]

Tumblr refuses to let me reblog the post again, so this is the second part of me reading the second btg book! ☺️

Still Chapter 211

Son on son violence

Chapter 212

This dude pretty cute ngl

Shit, rip

AAWW HIGH 5 🥺🥺

It's almost like they are a regular father and son 😭🥺💔

Chapter 213

Look how thigh those shirts are hehehoho 🥴

OYXITSITDITDLTD

Ooooh there goes my man Jyaku ready to kick some ASS

🥺😭💞

Baki really just forgot his mom eh, thought you were getting stronger for HER smh

Oh Jyaku vs Retsu? Nvm Jyaku i can only hope Retsu is nice w you

I like how most are like, confused over who to cheer for lmao

I know he won't make it but I'm cheering for Jyaku btw i like him more <33

Chapter 214

Love that title, can't believe Jyaku is gonna ask Retsu out 😍 /j

He really is just honest Igari

I love that he apologizes

Chapter 215

OJFOYDITDISTOTDG

HIS FACEEE THIS FUCKING CLOWN 😭😭😭

THIS IS JUST SO FUCKING FUNNY

Chapter 216

Burgir

GHZJDUDDRHD THEY ARE SOOO MAD

That smile so cute...

Jyaku is a king

Love it when Retsu throws that pose, though y'all know why

HDGSSGSGF you are coming to Japan wether you like it or not 🔫

Chapter 217

Finally Jyaku got serious too

WITH HIS TOES 😭

King is just obsessed i luv him

HEHE HAIRY LEGS

It does seem like Jyaku is trynna confess his love jfnshdshdf

Chapter 218

I remember i almost laugh cry with my dad when we saw this

His damn beard... 💔

THE HAND OF THE TRAITOR

He has a good point

They be calling my man Jyaku a masochist noooo yfjdhdgs

Chapter 219

Okay seems kinda into it <:/

Old man? He doesn't look that old Baki :/

That was so smart 🥺

Chapter 220

Retsu calm down please you are gonna break his back

Oh my god Retsu, oh my god.

He did apologize at least

Chapter 221

Damn dude be a little more gentle with him

Oh, get was picking him up, okay

FR FR

🥺🥺🥺

FARHDHDYFTH THE KINGGG

Chapter 222

I love how everyone completed him (except Yujiro but not surprising), these warriors are such a good team

I want to eat an apple too now

That was fast

I got distracted watching a vsauce react video sorry

Okay I'm glad a comment actually mentioned Sik

Chapter 223

Had to take a uh idk 5 hour break bc lights went out :/

Feet be fuming lmao

Ohhh that's a cool analysis

Chapter 224

What a good punch

That "please",,,

Poor Li man, having to see his brother DIE /j

No, Viêt Long, i have not been hit by a truck before.

Chapter 225

It's so funny how Jyaku lost bc he fought a main charac and only those win

Sad day for the Chinese citizens

Mf got tits in his back

This is gonna be so goodddd

Chapter 226

Look at the size of his tits, the slut

INSTAGRAM INFLUENCER POSE WOOO

These two are cool fighters

Chapter 227

Old man showing skin

His smile is so fucked up lmao

Chapter 228

Baki what the FUCK are you wearing?

I just remembered when Hana did a flip, that was so good

Retsu babey 🥺

I love how confused Yujiro looks

Chapter 229

Hey, i recognize that name...

Kaku just too op

Yujiro you are gonna pop your testicles if you do that with your leg

Chapter 230

God that's such a good threat

Love Retsu's confusion

Damn bitch you saying we gotta keep up w this whore cuz you were too slow? Ffs Kaku 😢

I love when you can tell someone is still hanging around just quietly by seeing their response in a comment

Chapter 231

God this just feels so good, to see Yujiro actually scared 😍

YOOO THAT'S POG

Chapter 232

I wanna finish this book and start the next one grrr

This fight is so satisfying

That last bit is so cringe but whatever that's okay

Fight so controversial comments were deactivated

Chapter 233

Itagaki hincha de boquita el más grande? 😳 /j

Okay yeah it IS just rude

Hohoooo shit getting nice

Chapter 234

This asshole lmao

Yuji-chan really went "how many times do i have to teach you this lesson, old man?!"

Mfs be doing Jojo references in the comments lol

Chapter 235

GTFO WITH THAT LOGIC RETSU IM SORRY CHINA IS LOSING BUT GET LOSTTTT AJSGAJGS

Ffs Kaku you are doomed 😢💔

Yujiro so strong my mouse disconnected

Chapter 236

Abs in his back...

Crying and shaking that is NOT true

DON'T FEED HIS EGO, KAKU

LIONS CAN BE KILLED BY TIGERS TOO!!!!

I thought Yujiro was bleeding for a second there smh

Chapter 237

OKAY YEAH IT IS HIS BLOOD ITS COMING OUT OF HIS NOSE ITS NOT MUCH BUT HE BLED

THE HEAD APPLAUSE

HE'S SO UPSET LMAOOO

Yujiro surprised is good shit

GSJDUFTHSTD

KAKU YOU LEGEND LMAO

Kaku has boyboss energy

Chapter 239

This cover almost gives me a stroke

I love how they all just shat their pants

These minor Chinese characters were so good tbh, sadly i don't think they will ever return

Don't worry Retsu, we the viewers have seen a man revive before

King i don't think any of us understands

It really is

CAN MEN IN THIS FRANCHISE JUST OPEN BOTTLES REGULARLY?!

Oh my god i though Yujiro was sitting on the air for a second i almost cry 😭

Coca cola must have paid Itagaki /j

Chapter 240

Oh so the Kaioh part takes the name, not the surname

...is Yujiro wearing a floral shirt? 😭

I LOVE THAT ENDING SO MUCH 🥺😭

Jyaku has his eyes fixated on Retsu eh, proud of having him come to Japan lmao

Chapter 241

HORRIBLE fit Baki

CHILDHOOD SAGA PART 2? 😰

Jk though i do miss Yuri 🥺

Oh hey Jr

You gonna fuck his girl, bro?

Chapter 242

So straight forward lmao

I'm starting to appreciate Baki's feminist ass every day even more

AAAA GRANDPAAA 🥺🥺💞

This page didn't allow me to call two mfs virgins smh, 1984

Chapter 243

Grandpa they shrunk you

Chapter 244

Kings idc about this

Okay true but also he's 70 dude pls... Though idk if this guy will go thru worse than Jack lmao

Such a nice lad

Chapter 245

Baki being such a feminist icon is so meaningful considering how his parents were,,,

MY MAN IS BACKKK AND AS DAPPER AS EVER

Doppo he's called Ali Jr how are you surprised?

OH MY GOD I JUST REALIZED HIS EYE PATCH HAS A PATTERN THAT'S SO COOL 🥺🥺😢💞

These men love throwing their glasses eh

Chapter 246

If only Igari and Toba had done this lol

OKAY THATS COOL I LIKE THAT

Me lo re devaluaron a mí pelado eh

HEHE OOOOH NICE 😳

Scenes that give me a boner

CHU...

Such a good callback...

Chapter 247

My man got serious, sweet

Doppo has been trying out his luck a bit too much like he's been betting with his life an uncomfortable lot like king do you need to talk? Are you okay? First asking Gouki to kill him now this like, is everything alright Doppo?

YEAH A BIT FUCKED UP TO THINK ABOUT

I love that blocking technique

OSHWOWHIWWH "gay ass Orochi, out of option so he touching dick" SHUT UPPP 😭😭💀

I really wish he got kicked in the nuts again see if he's still using his technique

Chapter 248

Poor guys thought he was bout to get murdered

A kiss? 😏 /j

When i saw this in the anime i actually thought Orochi was going to die, i was gonna get sooo angry

Chapter 249

What a way to cockblock em

Feminist icon

Jack is that the only sweater you own?

Chapter 250

I have been thinking of that scene of him eating the whole steak a lot

Jr like 🥺

Imagine being stupid enough to tease Jack like, i get he defeated two masters but they are NOTHING compared to this monster

Imagine jack just smoked some weed right there lmao

Jack needs to bite people more

Chapter 251

My shitty ass son gave me parkinson's

Jack that's not how human anatomy works what the fuck did Kureha do to your body spine?

Chapter 252

DAMN JR WHAT A FAT ASS

Looked like Jack was going for a handful

Those techniques must fuck your neck up so bad

Okay Jack you are going a bit far now don't cha think?

Chapter 253

You are tempting your luck sunny boy

Look at that, you pissed him off!

You cannot just know out jack hanma bro

HHH

This was so stupid yet, unironically, iconic

Chapter 254

Bruh i thought it said Pog 😭, ain't manslaughter poggers Mr Hanma?

OKAY THANKS JACK

Such a simp he downed that coffee cup

Grandpa put here cockblocking

Chapter 255

"no he didn't >:/"

These two masters are a pair of fucking idiots like understand this i love my grandpa and i love my man but mfs have to take the L for this one time sksgwjgshgw

Gouki bro my senses gonna shut down if you put your sucks against the dirt again OUGH sensory hell 😭

FOR FUCKING REAL JR

STOP ENABLING THE OLD MAN!! WKSGKSGSJSHDD for once I'm on Viêt's side 😭

Chapter 256

Hoho Gouki out here getting a panty shot 😳

Grandpa i love you but this was unnecessary

Chapter 257

Kozue should wear a Korn tshirt

GET HIS ASS KOZUE

OWHWLWGISGSJWG 😭😭 MF JUST STANDING THERE LIKE A FREAK I LOVE HIM BUT I HATE HIM SM!!!

Love how consistently round his hands are, king got no knuckles

HEY DONT CALL MY MAN A FREAK KOZUE

King hasn't changed his clothes ever since i see

His shoes look so nice...

OKAY OKAY HE HAS A POINT AT LEAST, HE AT LEAST ACCEPTED HE LOST BUT HE'S STILL BUTTHURT FROM IT SKSGAJGS BUT HE ADMITS IT!!

Doppo i love you but shut UPPP you lost get over it!! You are just going for the rematch bc you have the higher ground against a injured guy!!! Like Shibukawa didn't have time but you were already getting serious!! Hhhgrrrrrr doppo i love you but I'm going to bark

Hehe nvm he still hella fine... keep talking king 🥴

This was so mean of him sjsgwjwg

Chapter 258

Low-key starting to believe these two mfs plotted against Jr sjshsj

THAT FACE AKSGWJGS just 😐

If i didn't know you would get your ass handed in a plate i would be a lil mad he's planning on being that savage

He has been thru worse, sunny boy

Niceee

Tbh. I don't care anymore. Doppo is in the wrong, but GOD I'm a simp and i love seeing him fight 😍😍🥴

Yeah a comment mentioned it, we all were on Jr side until he threatened to kill Doppo Orochi like, even if not everyone here is as horny as me we all like an og fella

I also love how the prisoners really changed them all, the scars (both physical and mental) those 5 left will be remembered lol

[thatfanficstuff]

Impossible - 4

Pairing: Eric Northman x reader

Warnings: punching, discussions of death

A/N: Ooops, I posted early. It’s Monday somewhere right?

***

When you woke you were still in the chair but someone had placed a blanket over you. Sitting up you saw that Sookie was still sleeping and the light coming through the window was a pale gray. You figured you’d only gotten a couple hours sleep at most. You got to your feet and stretched before folding the blanket and laying it over the back of the chair. You shut the door behind you as you left.

A murmur of voices drifted up the stairs and you followed the sound until you found Sam speaking with Tara and Lafayette. The conversation cut off as you stepped into the room. Sam stood almost immediately. “Hey, Y/N. You want some coffee?”

“Oh, God. Yes, please.”

While he headed to the kitchen, Tara stood to give you a hug. “How’s Sookie?”

“She’s out. Hopefully she will be for a while. I gave her a valium.”

“Oh, sweetness, you and I are on the same page.” Lafayette pulled a baggie from his pocket. “I’ve got our girl covered.”

You walked behind him and patted his shoulder just as Sam returned. You took your mug and sat in the empty seat between the two men. Sam glanced at the time and sighed. “We only have a couple of hours before people start showing up.”

Tara huffed a laugh. “Nosy old biddies.”

“So, let me get this straight, Sookie’s grandmother gets killed and people are just going to turn up uninvited?” you asked.

“Not exactly. People bring by food and pay their respects,” Sam explained.

Lafayette arched his brow. “Then they stay so they can gossip about the dead and the living.”

“We may not like it, but it’s tradition. It’s just how things are done.” You weren’t sure if Sam was trying to convince you or himself.

You leaned back in your seat. “Well, it’s not how I do things. If Sookie gets up and wants to see people, that’s fine. But we’re going to let her sleep. We will accept the food gratefully and write down who brought what. And then they’re going to go home.”

“You can’t do that,” Sam argued. “You’re going to piss people off.”

The corner of your mouth kicked up. “No. You can’t do that. I don’t care if I piss people off.”

“Damn it, Y/N. Be reasonable.”

“I’m with her, Sam. None of these people give a shit about Sookie. They never have. Who cares if we piss them off?” Tara argued.

Sam looked to Lafayette.

He put his hands up. “Don’t look at me, Sam. None of those people like me anyway.”

“Fine. I guess you win, Y/N.”

You grinned. “You’d think you’d be used to that by now, Sam.”

***

You took up residence on the front steps. For the most part, people stopped when they saw you and accepted your word when you said that Sookie wasn’t accepting visitors. One of the others would take the food or flowers and add it to the list so she’d know who brought what later.

Then came Maxine Fortenberry. As soon as you saw her step out of the car, you stood. She gave you a tight smile and tried to move around you, but you continued to block her path. “Sookie’s not taking visitors right now. I’ll let her know you came by.”

She huffed. “I’m quite certain that doesn’t apply to me.”

She went to pass you again, and you put a hand on her arm to stop her. “It applies to everybody.”

Her lips pursed. “Then why are they here?” She lifted her chin to indicate the others gathered at the door behind you.

“Well, they’re here to take care of Sookie.”

“And what is it you think I intend to do?”

The corner of your mouth curled up though there was nothing humorous about the situation. “I think you intend to look for blood. I mean surely some had to be missed, right? We couldn’t possibly be that thorough. And then you can tell all the other church ladies how awful it was.”

“Y/N,” Sam snapped from behind you as he came out the door. “That’s enough.” He pushed past you so you were forced to move your hand from Maxine’s arm. “I’m sorry, Maxine. Y/N’s had a rough day.”

“I have never been so insulted in my life.”

“I find that hard to believe,” you said and resumed your original spot on the steps.

Sam frowned at you again and you shrugged. He could waste his time smoothing ruffled feathers if he wished, but you had no patience for women like Maxine Fortenberry. Her holier than thou attitude had set your teeth on edge from the moment you met her. She might want to believe that she was better than everyone around her, but in reality, she was just a bitch.

Your gaze followed the two of them as Sam walked her back to her car. He was full of platitudes and apologies that made you roll your eyes.

“We could just lock ourselves inside and put a sign on the door,” Tara suggested as she sat beside you.

You glanced at her. “Why didn’t we think of that earlier?”

She grinned. “I did. Sam said no. I figure by this point he’ll find it a relief though.”

“Hell, I’ll lock his ass out if I have to. Make a sign. I’ve used up all my give a damn already.”

Your conversation was interrupted with the arrival of Jason Stackhouse. Anger radiated from him and you got back to your feet immediately. “Tara, go inside and lock the door. Now.”

For once she didn’t argue and hurried away as you stepped between Jason and the house. A quick glance to the side, showed Sam with hands on hips and an empty spot where Maxine had been. Thank God for small miracles.

Jason grabbed your arms and tried to shift you out of his way, but you weren’t so easily moved. His brow furrowed. “Get the fuck out of my way, Y/N.”

“Not until you calm down. I understand you being pissed about Adele, but there’s no cause for you to come here like this.” You mirrored his movements just like you had Maxine’s. Football player he might be, but you weren’t a typical human. If you could throw vampires into a wall, he was no match for you.

“No cause? No cause? I got fucking cause. Sookie sleeping with that fucking fanger got my gran killed and she’s gonna answer for it.” Tired of trying to dodge you, he decided to just walk through you, expecting you to move out of the way. Instead, you placed your palms on his chest and shoved him backward.

“Back off, Stackhouse.”

“Woah,” Sam said and stepped closer. “Everybody just calm down.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, Merlotte.” Jason came at you again. His body curled toward you as he stalked forward. You were prepared to block him, but you weren’t prepared for him to hit you. Jason could be a dick, but that was out of the norm even for him. So, you were thrown more than a little off balance when his punch landed on the left side of your face. Pain exploded from your cheekbone and up into your eye. Fuck, that hurt. The blow had more power behind it than he should have been capable of.

He took advantage of you being caught off guard to storm past you and kick the door open. As he stomped toward the stairs, Sookie came to stand at the top of them.

“What is going on?” she asked, looking between you and her brother.

“I’ll tell you what’s going on—”

Jason was cut off when you grabbed his shirt and threw him back toward the door. He flew through the open space to land on the porch. When he tried to scramble to his feet, you picked him up and bounced him off the side of his truck. “Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops.”

He got to his feet and stumbled backward around the truck, never taking his eyes off you. Once he’d made his way behind the wheel, he gunned the engine and took off.

You turned to find your friends staring at you with various levels of confusion, concern and fear on their faces. You’d let your anger at Jason get the best of you and had shown more of your strength than you normally did. You cleared your throat as you stepped past them into the house.

Sookie hurried down the steps to meet you. She examined the side of your face which was probably already starting to turn colors. Damn Stackhouse. “Tara, get Y/N some ice. Are you okay?”

You pulled away from her touch and gave a small nod. “Yeah. I’ll be fine. I’m just glad I was here.”

You took the icepack Tara handed to you and stepped back as Sookie looked around. The cold against your tender skin made you grimace but you held it in place just the same.

“Where is everyone? I expected the house to be full.” Her tone was one of wonder not disappointment. She was so used to doing what she should, what everyone told her was normal, that she was surprised when someone didn’t.

“Thank her for that too,” Lafayette said. “She said you needed your sleep and stood guard outside all day.”

“We kept a list of who came by with what,” Sam piped up as if Sookie might be angry you kept her from having to deal with half the town.

Sookie threw her arms around your neck and you chuckled as you hugged her back. “Thank you.”

“It’s not a problem, Sook.” You stepped back and pursed your lips in thought. “Do me a favor and don’t let Jason in the house unless someone is here for a few days.”

“You don’t think he’d actually hurt me, do you?”

You shrugged. “I would have sworn this morning that he wouldn’t have hurt anyone that didn’t deserve it. He didn’t smack me, Sookie. He punched me. Hard. If he hit you like that, it might have done some serious damage.”

She nodded but didn’t say anything.

“And why is it that it didn’t do serious damage to you?” Sam asked. “Never mind you tossing him against his truck like he weighed nothing. You want to explain all that?”

You ran your gaze over him. “Nope.” You turned your attention back to your friend. “I have an appointment tonight that I need to keep. Are you going to be okay?”

“Yeah, of course. You’ve done more than enough. Thank you.”

You nodded and checked your pockets for your keys. Sookie cleared her throat as you pulled them out and you looked at her expectantly. “I’m going to have Gran’s funeral as soon as possible. You’re welcome of course, but I understand if you don’t make it.”

You gave her another hug. “Thanks, Sook.” She was one of the few people that knew of your aversion to funerals. There was a lot of reasons for it. Mainly you just didn’t like to watch people cry. You glanced at everyone before you walked out the door. “You all know how to get hold of me if you need anything. I might be out of town for a couple of days, but I won’t be far.”

With that, you hopped in your truck. After a quick stop by your apartment to get some clothes, you sent your dad a text then headed for Shreveport. There were still several hours to nightfall but you had some arrangements to make before you saw Eric.

[katsukikitten]

Hi, could you do a scenario or headcanons of a reader who feels like a burden towards everyone? And they can’t really speak up about it so the become more withdrawn x bakugo? Fluff pls

Useless

A/N anon hopefully this is what you wanted and needed. I know it's hard but be kind to yourself my lovely bbs

If you had one word to describe yourself what would it be?

A few come to mind as you reread the question on the board.

Troublesome.

Burdensome

Useless.

You flick your mechanical pencil as you debate writing them. If you write them down won't that be a red flag to someone?

This is an assignment after all. Aizawa Sensei is sure to read it and either, one, give you an F in red ink, or two, give you an F in red ink AND a lecture.

Neither will help your mood.

The bell rings but you don't notice, too absorbed in the question truly trying to find a positive word that might have a sliver of truth to it. Several minutes pass and still you do not notice the rest of the class shoving papers into backpacks shuffling out. Now long gone already half way to the dorm.

Nor do you notice the looming body in front of your desk with a deadly gaze.

"Oi." You jump out of your skin from the sudden harsh tone. The hot head narrows his gaze.

"Its been almost twenty minutes moron. They're gonna eat all the fucking food at the dorm if you don't get your ass in gear." He snarls, red eyes staring down his nose.

"Ah sorry B..Bakugou-senpai." Your hands shake as you gather your stuff, damning yourself for not noticing the cues.

You had told All Might and Aizawa that you didnt belong in the hero course, let alone UA.

Anyone would have jumped in front of that semi truck to save the little girl and her cat.

Anyone would have turned their body just right to take the brunt of the force to keep the girl and cat safe.

It's not like you even did that well, sure they were left with out a scratch but you still wrecked that truck. You weren't *fast* enough to move out of the way, so the front of the truck wrapped around your sturdy frame as if it were an old jacket.

You were lucky the driver wasn't quirkless, that he could harden his skin much like Kirishima.

Bakugou sucks his teeth as he begins to leave you behind.

"W...wait please." You say but trip over the chair in front of you that juts out of the normal neat line.

"Pay attention." He growls and you shrink away, walking slowly behind him.

You add oblivious to the ever growing list.

You watch Bakugou with steady eyes. You had seen him at the sports festival, confident, cocky and passionate to a fault. He had a deft, sharp gaze, strategic and an extremely powerful quirk that he almost mastered. His only downfall would be his temper but it was hard to enrage him enough to act without thinking in a battle.

You admired all of class 1A. You knew their weaknesses, what they liked and who they liked but it was Bakugou your eyes gravitated to the most.

Though you did not consciously realize it yourself.

You reach the dorms as a cold gust of wind whips through you, biting down harshly on your bones. You made it easy what with your jacket lying on your bed, your grit your teeth but they still chatter.

Bakugou sucks his teeth and you shrink further.

"Where's your jacket?" He asks harshly although he is sure it's in your dorm room since it wasn't on the couch like it normally was. Since winter started it had become a daily ritual for him to grab your coat and yell.

"It uh..." You swallow knowing you cannot lie to him, "Its on my bed I think."

"Moron." He mutters baring his teeth, he opens the door to the dorm for you, "Good thing we are home then."

"Y..yea. Thank you Bakugou-senpai." You rush inside, hand resting on the handle to the stairwell. Anything to get from under his gaze.

"Y/N!" Kirishima pops out of the kitchen with a smile, "Dinner is in five okay?"

"Thank you, Kirishima-san but I am not feeling well." You feel needles prickle your back and swear you hear a soft popping sound.

"Oh okay. Is there anything I can do?" He asks softly, "Like some hot tea?"

"Um no thank you Kirishima-san." You pull open the door but he speaks a final time.

"Please call me Ejirou! Tomorrow is yours and Katsuki's turn to make breakfast. Let me know if you aren't feeling well enough to do it."

Fuck how could you forget. Was there even breakfast food in the house? You'd have to check later. Right now you wanted to be alone.

"I should be fine." You say ripping open the door just before Bakugou shakes his head in displeasure.

You flop on your bed as you think and think hard about your life and how you ended up here.

Saving one kid and her cat didn't make you a hero.

In fact every adjective you could think of today for that assignment proved that you weren't.

You were timid, selfish, sometimes ungrateful, irritable, childish, and reclusive.

Does that describe a hero?

No, no it does not.

You do not bother to change out of your school uniform as sleep begins to weigh heavy on your body, you are apathetic for your future self as you know your bra and your thigh highs will be leaving angirly marks on your sturdy frame.

Still you sleep, longing for it after not being able to catch a wink last night.

A knock comes at your door and you jump to your feet, fists ready before another impatient knock comes your way.

"Oi, Y/N. Open up." His voice is like razor blades across your skin as you've been caught for the thousandth time.

"Just...just a minute senpai." You stammer noting the tsk from the other side of the door. You attempt to straighten your hair as best you can, knowing full well he will fuss at you for sleeping in your uniform as it will wrinkle the skirt to seem shorter. You open the door to a surprise as disapproving eyes rove over your body.

"What did I tell you about napping in your uniform?" He bites, "Its always my week for laundry when you do and ironing the skirts are a bitch."

He pushes past you with tray in hand, a small bowl of soup and steaming tea slosh gently as he places it onto your desk. His eyes linger over your open journal you've left out and fear curdles in your stomach. Your face flushes as you swipe at the notebooks like a cat, knocking them from your desks, praying he did not read yesterday's depressing entry. You give an awkward smile as red eyes watch the tumbling pages.

"I..I don't want soup to get on them. Um thank you." You bow slightly.

"Kirishima made me bring it to you." He puts his hands in the pockets of his black sweatpants as he makes he way to exit, "Be sure to eat it while it's hot baka."

"Yes!" Is your only response as your door slams shut and you groan. Unzipping your skirt and tossing it to the floor before practically ripping the buttons off of your blouse to add it to the pile. You look over the warm soup and wonder how Kirishima knew Zenzai was your favorite.

Your eyes flutter from the taste, you consume it in haste, even drinking the broth striaght from the bowl. You send him a text thanking him for the delicious meal and all you get back is a question mark. You ignore it thinking maybe that was intended for someone else.

Somehow in the middle of doing your homework at your desk and daydreaming in the late hours of the night you had fallen asleep.

The sun filters in gently telling you that it is still early morning and Saturday at that. You let your eyes flutter closed before jolting upright, notebook pages cling to your cheek as you hit your phone to check the time.

No response but a black screen comes from your phone. You dont understand it the charger is clearly plugged into the port, you brought the cord over here for this very reason! You rip the paper from your cheek and follow the white cord just to groan angirly.

Phone did a lot of good to be charged when you SHOVED THE PRONGS INTO THE DRYWALL INSTEAD OF THE FUCKING OUTLET TWO CENTIMETERS AWAY.

Bullish makes it's way onto your mental list adding along side it foolish as your scramble for clothes hoping that it's still early enough to beat Bakugou to the kitchen.

You were supposed to get the ingredients for breakfast but you never even checked last night.

"FUCK!" You scream whisper as all that is clean in a bralette, crop top hoodie and leggings.

Items you would not normally wear when the boys were home thanks to the oogling eyes of Mineta.

You rush down the stairs two at a time as you stumble into the kitchen. Ripping a cabinet door off of its hinges in your haste causing you to stand perfectly still as you collected yourself. There was no bullshitting yourself out of this one by putting it back gently and letting the next person think it was broken.

Not with the screws with brackets attached hanging from the door. You place it behind the trash can and root through more cabinets only for your heart rate to increase.

"The fucking fridge!" You remind yourself as you fling open the door only for dinner meats to be available.

"Fuck." You hiss but there was still time, you had beaten Bakugou, that was enough time to go to the convenience store and pretend you were planning to go the morning of the whole time.

You rush to the door, slipping on your converse, you reach out to the hooks by the door for your hand to come up empty. Your hook is vacant, no jacket in sight when normally your jacket was there in the morning like magic. You damn yourself for having left it upstairs. There was no time to go back upstairs, every second was precious. You fling open the door only to be met with a red cheeked Bakugou, the wind whipping into the house with the threatening smell of snow.

Nothing more threatening than the look Bakugou was serving you.

"I know God damn well you were not stupid enough to think you could go out like that?" Pops ring out even beneath his gloves as he pushes past you with an armful of plastic bags.

Bags filled with ingredients for breakfast.

Your eyes burn with welling tears as the logo for the corner store etches itself into your retinas. Bakugou notices as he kicks off his shoes.

"Oi, you can cook. It will be fucking fine." He says passing the bags to you so he can shed his coat. You nod furiously biting your lip.

"See you wouldn't have lasted long with out a jacket." He tilts your face to his, it is harsh like his tone yet his eyes seem...soft as he speaks again, "The wind is bad enough it has you tearing up from just a few seconds of exposure."

"Ah..." You swipe at your reddening cheeks as he let's your chin drop, "Th..thank you Bakugou-sama."

"Yea yea just start cooking damn it. I'm starving." He hisses as he makes his way into the living room.

Shameful loops itself onto your long list.

You ready the griddle with bacon and mix the ingredients for homemade pancake mix quickly. You crank up the heat when you hear your other classmates stir in the living room.

"Bakugou please my favorite anime is on!" Denki whines loudly enough to be heard before a small explosion erupts. You peek into the living room to watch the exchange.

"I got here first dunce face fuck off and die." He growls, "Plus you only like that show for the big fake tits."

You giggle before a burning smell begins to tickle your nose, frantically you rush back into the kitchen. You've successfully burned half of the ration of bacon. You hide your mistake by sliding the slices of bacon into the trash. Maybe Bakugou wouldn't mind too much to cook the rest of the ingredients. You think you'll do better with the pancakes.

They sat like the internet said for them too. You even added some chocolate chips. You place a few on the hot griddle and flip them when the center begins to bubble. When a perfectly tan pancake winks back at you six times you bounce on the balls of your feet.

You could at least do something right. You place them on a plate and begin to do more adding different things here and there.

Bakugou walks in, a grimace on his face when he spies the cabinet door. Your cheeks burn but he spares you by not mentioning it.

He spies the half a pack of bacon uncooked and the rest discarded in the trash.

"Oi..." He watches your face sour and changed his mind on his comment, "Did you get the butter and syrup out?"

"No not yet." You flip another six perfect pancakes as he rummages through the fridge and the doorless cabinet.

"Pancakes look good." He says as he sets the stuff down, grabbing on and settling by the uncooked bacon, "Since they look so good I'll cook the bacon."

"Th..thank you Senpai."

"Don't fucking mention it." He says before taking a bite of the pancake. You watch and your stomach sours as a shudder goes through him with grimace painted lips.

"Oh no." You murmur and he keeps his eyes shut. He cannot bring himself to tell you it is awful. You grab onto a cake biting into it only to have a soapy after taste, your eyes water from both the unpleasant after taste immediately identifying your mistake as you think back to what went wrong. You put double the amount of flour called for into the batter and only the normal amount of everything else.

Stupid makes it's way right beneath useless on the list.

"It smells so good in here." Kirishima's eyes become delighted when he sees the stacked up cakes of various additions. Your eyes widen as you watch him in slow motion bringing the awful pancake to his lips. Irrationality forces your hand as you slap the pancake from his hand, surprising the three of you in the room. It hits the tile with a light slap before time speeds up again. You grab onto the plate and throw it all away pancakes and all.

"Suddenly I'm not feeling so well again, I think I may be sick and I don't want anyone else to catch it. Sorry for the inconvenience, Kirishima-senpai." You bow slightly before rushing to the stairwell fighting burning tears.

The door shuts with a loud pang and the slap of your footsteps fight with the thoughts in your head. You burst into your dorm room slamming the door and sliding down it.

Fat drops fall from your cheeks as you angrily wipe them away, sobbing harshly as you relive your failure over and over as if on repeat.

Watching Bakugou fight back a comment or possibly a gag as he tasted your food.

Melodramatic is scrawled into your brain.

Time ticks by and you avoid people at all costs, claiming to be ill. Even to go as far as avoiding training all through winter and well into spring.

You left class faster than anyone could stop you, running to the dorms to hole yourself up in your room. You did your share of the chores in the middle of the night or while the group was out and about. You were always invited depsite all of the ignored texts you had. Each person in your class trying their luck on asking you out of your room. All save one ash blonde.

Whenever an impatient knock came at your door you would become completely still, even going as far as holding your breath. As if you were prey who spotted a large predator that may not have noticed you just yet.

Eventually they would leave, setting some sort of item by the door. More often than not it was your favorite meal and a fresh set of clothes.

But today is a little different, today your door is blasted from its hinges with a sharp look staring you down. Deadly hands smoking, threatening to pop some more.

"Cut the bullshit Y/N. What's really going the fuck on?" You stare wide eyed at Bakugou in your crop top and leggings in your desk chair.

"I...I just haven't been feeling up to much." You stammer and he closes the distance. Clearly unsatisfied by your answer. He towers over you as you strain to stare up at him.

"I said cut the bullshit. I hate liars." He snarls and it cuts deep.

"Ahh I'm...I'm..." You struggle to come up with something but whatever you said wouldn't have mattered as the man before you blew up anyway. He leans close, gripping onto the arms of the chair causing you to press against the back of it.

But there was no escape from Bakugou Katsuki.

"You're what? Y/N? You're useless? Burdensome? Troublesome? Bullish? Foolish? Shameful? Pitiful? Melodramatic?" He yells and you shrink as if struck, "Shall I fucking go on?"

Your heart shatters with every beat as you stare up at the blonde through thick lashes. Did he think those things about you too?

"That is what you wrote isn't it in your class notebook? Before you crossed them all out?" He asks with a snarl. You gulp down the lie but it lodges in your throat. struggling to get past the quickly forming lump, choking you.

"I..."

"And then you settled for content? Are you content? Is someone who is content always hidden in their room like a damn hermit?" His eyes flicker to your open notebook and you follow, "Does someone who is content write about how sad they are in their journal every fucking day? Avoid theirs friends? Their family? Your mom called the dorm phone CRYING!"

He headbutts you then and your vision blurs.

"What..."

"Yea Y/N. In hysterics. I told her we just had some tough exams to study for. That you were fine and staying off your phone. I knew you were avoiding us but your mom? What the fuck?" You're stunned into silence and it kills him.

It's been killing him, he's hated to see the crestfallen look make a permanent residence on your face. Hated seeing you sneak away like a slinking cat who hates people.

Hated still that you would not come to one of your friends even if it wasn't him. It's why he left you so many care packages, why he demand to see if the other class mates got a reply from you.

Why he lingered in the classroom waiting to walk you.

He could accept you being distant from him and hell even your friends while you were working shit out but your own family? Especially your mother that he knows worries easily.

"There were other words you could have used to describe yourself. Strong. Resilient. Careful. Kind. Thoughtful. But you lingered on useless. Do you know how people get into the hero course?!"

When you don't answer he goes on.

"They are hand picked after the entrance exams. That's it. One look and they knew. Hardly anyone in the history of UA has been transferred to this class. And what happened to you?" His tone and body language are harsh but when you look into those crimson eyes you see something else.

That damn misguided passion. All his feelings masked beneath anger and aggression.

"I...I was transfered Bakugou-sama. From general studies." You finally speak.

"All might saw something he didn't initially see. You got a second look that most do not get. A hard enough second look for you to transfer into class 1A. So dont piss it away with your negative attitude."

"It's just that..." You don't go on. Cant go on. How can you expect your hot headed crush to ever like you back if you don't even like yourself.

He sighs and the anger leaves his body with the steam leaving his skin.

"I'm worried about you." He admits but cannot look you in the eye. Your cheeks burn and you twist your shirt in your shaking hands.

"Senpai..."

"No more senpai." He bites out tilting your face to his, beginning his tirade, "Its Katsuki from here on out. And you're gonna change how you speak to yourself. Instead of saying useless say I need more practice. More focus on this area of my quirk. And if you need help then ask for help God damn it. That's what the teachers are here for. What your classmates are here for. What I'm fucking here for. You got it?" His tone is stern and yet soft as he speaks.

"Yes, K..Katsuki." You whisper, thick eye lashes letting tears slip past. Heated thumbs swipe them away before he leans ever closer. Lips suddenly pressed to yours as you sit shocked in your desk chair. He breaks the kiss and drinks in your red cheeks with a smirk on his face. He lifts you, sits himself in your pink chair before setting you on his lap. All of the seriousness is back on his face before he speaks in a deadly husky tone.

"Now you're gonna be a good little friend and tell me everything."

[aghasexxy]

Roll The Dice Pt. 2 | Jackson Wang

Pairing: Reader x Jackson

Words: 1962

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Dirty Talk/ ORAL PLAY/ Rough and Passionate

Summary: it’s been a few weeks since you and Jackson had a rather interesting time back at his condo in Seoul. Now you guys are together again and you want to ask him about that night. He gives you the answer you never thought you’d hear and an experience you never knew you needed until now.

I lodge my spoon back into my almost empty jar of Nutella and sigh loudly. My home is empty and too big to watch Train To Busan by myself. I have a list of people I could call to come and enjoy the movie with me, but there’s only one person on my mind: Jackson. Ever since that night in Seoul, I haven’t been able to see him the same. The morning after that whole thing, it surprisingly wasn’t awkward between us. Not in the slightest. I’m a firm believer in the fact that it was most likely because of how tipsey we both were when we got to the condo, especially me. The things he did to me that night, or lack thereof, have been stuck on a constant loop for way too long and I can’t take it anymore. Sure, I genuinely want to hang out with him, but I also want to see if that was just a drunken experience or something else.

I pick up my phone and flip through until I find his name. I click the FaceTime button and wait until I see his face. After about three rings, his handsome chiseled face pops up on the screen. His hair was swept back and his eyes were covered by yellow framed sunglasses. I study his face and notice how apparent the stubble on his face is. Goddamn, my best friend is so handsome. “Yo Y/N! What’s up girl?” I clear my throat. “I’m bored and alone at home and I wanna watch Train To Busan. Can you come over?” He grins and nods his head. “Be there in 10. I’ll bring drinks and food as well cause I haven’t eaten and you probably haven’t had any real food.” I scoff and roll my eyes. “Ummm,” I flash the almost empty jar of Nutella proudly for him to see. “Excuse you, we have company and she can hear you.” He rolls his eyes. “Peanut butter will forever reign supreme but go off I guess. See you in 10.” And before I can protest against his obnoxious claim, he hangs up.

I stare at my screen, realizing what I just did. For the first time ever, I jump up and dash to the restroom to freshen up. I put on perfume, shave my legs and pits, Hell I even put on deodorant. I do all of this when I’m going out for a date, not if I’m just having company over, let alone Jackson. Am I trying to impress him? What the hell am I even doing? I grab a black crop top and throw it on with some grey sweat shorts. I scoff at myself and shake my head. I’ve known Jackson my entire life and not once did I have to go over and above to make myself presentable to him. But this time around, things are different. The tension in the air, when it’s just us two, is different.

My doorbell rings right at the 10 minute mark and I almost shit myself. I internally scold myself. ‘Girl chill out! What is wrong with you?? It’s literally just Jackson! Be cool.” I take in a breath and twist my doorknob. There, standing in the doorway with Cucina red wine, a box of pizza, and an endless supply of Tim Tams, is Jackson. He’s wearing black from head to toe. From his black suede shoes and leather jacket to the worn v-neck T-shirt on his toned chest, he just looks like he’s here to cause trouble. And I’m okay with that. “Uh,” he interrupts my staring and I snap out of it. “Oh uh yeah come in.” He scrunches his eyebrows and proceeds to walk past me. “Okay you’re acting weird as hell but I’m hungry and I wanna see this movie so we shall discuss that later.” He shoves a slice of pizza into his mouth and jumps onto my couch. “Bring your ass over here. I’m ready to watch zombies.” His voice sends shivers throughout my entire body but I clear my throat, grab the wine, and sit down. On the opposite side of the couch. I mentally scold myself again. I’m trying so hard to not be weird that I end up being fucking weird. I turn towards Jackson and see him looking at me, scrunched eyebrows and that playboy grin I’ve come to know and love.

“There’s something you wanna talk about. But you don’t want to talk about it either. I can tell.” I sigh and throw my head back. “Yeah,” I whine and take a swig of the Cucina. “What’s going on,” I hear him say and the next thing I know he’s right next to me with his arm draped over the back of the couch. He stares intently at me, waiting to hear what I have to say. His cologne and overall being hit me like a truck and I choke on my words for a second. “Y/N,” he says softly. ‘Oh god Jackson don’t say my name like that! Don’t make this any harder than it already is!” I inhale, exhale, then turn to face him. I could feel my nerves start to rise and I couldn’t even look him in the face. Holy fuck, why am I getting so damn nervous?? This is Jackson I’m talking to. We literally use to play in the mud in our diapers as toddlers and now I’m sitting here trying to muster up the courage to say that I see him as more than my best friend. “Okay,” I say out loud as I clap my hands together. I look at him and see him resting his head on his hand as he stares at me with the dreamiest eyes. “You’re so cute when you get nervous,” he says softly. Again, not helping. “Listen Jackson,” my thumbs start to twiddle as I try to find my words. “What happened in Seoul?” His eyes widen slightly but his pose stays the same. “Elaborate.” I inhale. “When we played that dice game. At the condo,” he inches closer to me. “Mhmm.” I intertwine my fingers together. “Do you remember that?,” I ask timidly. “Mhmm,” he says again, his eyes never leaving my face. I rub my temples and eyes trying to get my thoughts together. “I just-,” “Y/N you haven’t looked me in the eye once since you started this whole rant,” he inches even closer and I feel the air between us disappearing more. “Look at me please,” he places his hand under my chin gently, lifting it so that our eyes meet. In all the years I’ve known him, he’d always had this hard exterior that was close to impossible to break around other people. He kept it cool but not too cool to the point where he’d be seen as a pushover. But, when it came to me, he was always so sweet and loving and gentle. From the way he spoke to even the way he touched me. And I would melt every time. “Now continue,” he says softly. “I, um,” I clear my throat. How do I even say this? “When you, um, did what you did,” he pushes my hair behind my ear as I struggle to speak. “Was it because you and I were drunk or is there something else I should know about?” I wanna shrink or turn invisible so bad but I’m here now and can’t run away from how I’m feeling no matter how hard I try. He sighs and smirks. “Yeah,” he looks down and shakes his head. “That was a very interesting and revealing night Y/N,” his eyes shoot back up to me and I shudder. He runs his fingers gently over my thigh, the ticklish sensation sending chills all over my body. He starts to speak again. “You ever just want someone so fucking much,” my eyes grow wide as he makes circles on my thigh lightly. “that when you see them after wanting them for so long, all lines blur and you just...do something about it,” he stops his hand and looks at me. I feel my face burning and I know my cheeks are red as beets. “Y/N I’ve known you my entire life. You have confided in me for absolutely everything,” he strokes my face and jaw gently as he keeps his eyes locked onto mine. “I know everything about you. From your favorite food to when your time of the month is,” I see him shudder a bit and I giggle. “I also know everything you want and need when it comes to intimacy,” his hand comes down to the side of my neck. He strokes it gently and I giggle again. “Jackson you know I’m ticklish,” I say between giggles. He nods. “I know,” he comes in closer and I see his head dip to the side. “Where are y-” I feel his breath on my neck and I gasp. He speaks softly. “Which is why I also know,” he gives my neck a quick peck and my hand shoots up to grip his arm. His lips trace my earlobe and I shudder at the feeling of his warm breath. “You love neck kisses,” I feel his strong arm wrap around my waist

“because not only is it ticklish, but that's also how a guy can start to get you going,” he shrugs. “Or at least that’s what you’ve told me. Let’s see if it’s true princess,” and with that, his lips attach to my neck, causing me to yelp and start giggling again. Before I can ask him what the hell he was doing, my mind zeros in on the feeling of his lips on my neck and I try to steady my breathing. Fuck this feels so good. I’m at a complete loss for words. Never did I imagine, in a million years, that my best friend would be pleasuring me in my living room. He’s slow and gentle and damn he smells amazing. “Jackson…,” his grip tightens and his lips work harder on my neck. I moan slightly and he stops for a moment. “There it is,” he whispers as his hand travels down to my chest. “There’s that beautiful sound I miss so much.” He looks down at my chest and his hand rests on my boob. “You know what else I know Y/N?,” he says in a low tone. I get shy again. “W-what?” “That your nipples and breasts are very, very sensitive.” His hand rests on the bottom rim of my shirt. “May I?” He looks up at me for approval before he moves further. I nod. “I trust you,” I whisper.

He takes his hand and goes under my shirt. He starts to massage my breast slowly. My eyes are transfixed on his hand massaging me and I am loving what I’m seeing. I gasp when I feel his lips on my neck again. I close my eyes and let him do what he wants. He’s right, he’s the only guy I’ve confided in about all the things that turn me off and all the things that get me riled up. I whimper softly as my nipples begin to get hard. I feel his lips curve into a grin. I feel his index and thumb grip my nipple and begin to pinch and twist. I bite my lip and moan again. “J-Jackson...fuck.” He stops and looks at me. Our eyes lock on each other as we both try to catch our breath. I don’t know what comes over me

but I kiss him.

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‘Promise’ Kirishima x reader x Dead!Bakugou

The news had hit everyone like a truck.

The number 2 hero Ground Zero ,also known as Katsuki Bakugou;; Husband of his loving wife (Y/n) Bakugou and father of their 3 year old son Tatsuki Bakugou, died during a fight against a few villains while protecting a hand full of school children.

It was a fight where his fatherly instincts had taken control of him  where he wanted nothing more than to protect those young souls and later return home to be engulfed into the arms of his wife and kiss her lips passionately only to be interrupted like usual with his bundle of joy running into the kitchen and jumping into his arms, smothering his pride and joy with kisses and play hero and villain with him later that night.

He had managed to save those young souls, but the one thing he looked out to the most, The one thing he loved the most in the whole entire world;; His family, was something he was never able to do because before he had the chance he was knocked against a building by a powerful blast that was followed by another one against his skull that was fatal to him.

Bakugou never had the chance to say goodbye, to tell them how much he loved them and how much he cared for them and never had realized the kiss he gave his wife before leaving would and the ruffle on his son hair would be the last.

Because if he did he would've hugged and kissed his son like there was no tomorrow, telling him how much he loved him and how badass and proud he was of that little brat. How he would stand by what ever decision he would make, even though he probably wouldn't understand at such a young age and especially that he would always be watching his son and that he would have to look after his mother when he was gone.

And to his wife..To his wife he would kiss her, so damn passionately and lovingly like he did when he did when she announced she was pregnant and when he married her. Bakugou would thank her and hold her close, comfort her since she would obviously be crying, thank her for showing him love. Thank her for showing what it means to look forward coming home and not want to leave someone's side for the rest of his life and grow old with them. He would tell her how much he loved her, because oh did Bakugou love his  beautiful and kind souled wife. One who had more kindness in her pinky than people did in their whole entire body.

Bakugou would've made love to her the night before, Nothing rough and nothing quick, no;; Bakugou would make it last long and Passionate. He really only wanted to make love to her and just show her how damn much he loved this woman.

But he didn't know, so he never was able to those things and he never regretted something more when he was sent flying off into the building right before he got killed and left behind a hysterically crying wife on the floor of their home who watched it happen on live television.

Bakugou also would've taken the time to sit down with Kirishima and thank him. Even though bakugou hated him for it in high school, Kirishima was the one who teased him on (Y/n) and did anything to set his two best friends up together. Even though he was never truly kind to Kirishima, he would set aside his usual angry self and thank him for being by his side.

But Kirishima made Bakugou a promise, one Bakugou asked him himself.

So when Kirishima had broke down crying in his small apartment upon seeing his best friend die on live television, he didn't hesitate to immediately run out of his house and rush to the house Bakugou and (Y/n) lived and enter it without knocking.

He didn't hesitate to quickly make his way to the living room, tears still staining his face, and fall down next to the broken woman, engulfing her into the biggest hug ever while staying strong as she screamed out of agony.

Words couldn't even describe how much it hurt Kirishima to see her cry like that, to see her so broken and the fact that he realized Tatsuki didn't know his father was gone and didn't understand he wouldn't be coming back for dinner or to play Hero and Villain with him made him tear up more and break down.

Kirishima watched the newlyweds talk to each other, Bakugou having his usual shit eating grin on his face and (Y/n) smiling gracefully like always.

It made the man smile a bit himself, because HE was the reason they 'got it on' and to see his best friends so happy made himself feel very happy.

Apparently Kirishima had dreamed off a little too long, because Bakugou had made his way to him without the red haired boy noticing with his hands dug into his pockets.

"Shitty hair" Bakugou said, snapping Kirishima out of his daze with a confused look.

Before the red head could even ask something, Bakugou grabbed his tie and dragged him out of the room to the empty balcony that wasn't too far away from the reception.

"W-wha did i do?! Did i stare too much?? Sorry for that i was just dozing o-"

"Eijirou i need you to make a promise to me, a promise that is very important to me" Bakugou said while leaning on the balcony and looking over the forest that was next to the mansion.

Kirishima's eyes had widened when he heard his name being called out by BAKUGOU. The one that always referred to him by shitty hair and on VERY rare occasions by Kirishima..But he had never heard his first name being called out by Bakugou of all people.

"Y-yes, of course. Are you o-okay??" He asked nervously, making Bakugou scoff.

"Of course i am you dumb fuck!" The ash blonde hissed, sighing afterwards and looking down at the forest again.

He tugged at the sleeve of his suit and fiddled around with the buttons. "Look, so like I'm now all married and shit and of course I'll always stay by her side and be there for her protect her with my life..But, i wanna be real here"

Kirishima listened, completely interested in his story since serious Bakugou wasn't a Bakugou he saw a lot. He stood next to his friend and also leaned on the railing but only with one arm, his eyes still on the pro hero.

"I'm a pro hero, a famous one. I've been through some pretty rough stuff, stuff that's kinda dangerous you know..We both know there might be a chance I'm not gonna be around anymore at some point." Bakugou said with a small grin, even though his eyes hinted to the fact he was hurt by the thought of it.

Kirishima's eyes widened and he jumped up. "Don't say that bro! You shouldn't think so negatively, I'm sure that'll never hap-"

"I'm not saying it will happen, but there's a chance it might and if it will happen i wanna make sure that i can go while being sure you're there for (Y/n) and take over my bloody damn fucking job as her partner!" Bakugou hissed while clenching his fist and pushing himself off of the railing, starring daggers into Kirishima's eyes.

"W-what..?" Kirishima muttered as his eyes widened in shock.

Bakugou groaned and unclenched his fists, rubbing his neck while starring off at the forest. "She's gonna be all by herself then..No one to be by her side, No one to comfort her, No one to protect her and make her happy!" He said, surprisingly calm. A small grin made it's way onto his face as he sighed.

"And i know my damn wife, my damn soft, kind but stubborn wife..She'd say she's gonna be all fine and all, keep on living her life while in reality she'd be breaking on the inside and crying every time she'd come home to an empty house knowing it's gonna stay empty for the rest of the day..It would eat (Y/n) from the inside and she wouldn't share it with anyone" He said, finishing it off with a scoff and a small snicker.

Kirishima grew extremely quiet as he felt the cold night breeze blew through his hair, even though it didn't move due to all the gel that had been put in there.

Bakugou looked up at Kirishima and dug his hands into his pockets. "I want you to take care of her for me, Eijirou Kirishima" He said, his face calm as the wind blew through his hair.

Kirishima blinked his eyes a few times before quickly shaking his head, his eyes tearing up at the thought of Bakugou dying. "N-no, Katsuki come on you can't say such thing-"

"The moment you hear I'm dead i want you to immediately be there for her, heck fucking run to our house or some shit. Comfort her and don't you fucking dare leave her side for those couple of weeks, even months. Of course it'll take time for the wound to heal and turn into a scar, but please, take care of her, be there for her, protect her, make her happy.." Bakugou said while gritting his teeth.

"..Greet her every time you get back home, If she's sick take care of her, If she's sad be there for her and hold her in your fucking hard ass arms. If i have kids, Take care of them too and hang every damn drawing they draw up on the fridge. Tell them how much of a badass their father was and tell them all the cool stories I couldn't tell."

Kirishima put up his hands as tears threatened to spill out of his eyes. "K-katsuki stop it, god you're almost gonna make me lose my shit"

"Play with them, go to their plays games whatever their hobby's are, go to their graduation and be their fucking #1 fan with whatever they do..If i have a daughter, walk her down the fucking aisle when She get's married and make sure She get's a good guy and to make the boys fear you when they first meet you" Bakugou said, his hands starting to tremble from all the emotions that were currently rushing through his veins.

"..Don't forget to make my kids feel accepted no matter what, because any kid of mine no matter what is gonna be the fucking best" He said with a big smirk plastered in his face.

Kirishima's bottom lip started trembling as 'manly' tears started to spill out of his eyes.

"And most of all, you better fucking love her like there's no tomorrow. Because you're lying if you say you don't love her, i see the way your eyes soften every time you look at her and how your cheeks turn a soft pink color every time she laughs at your jokes and touches you" Bakugou said with a deep sigh, surprisingly not seeing furious about it what Kirishima had expected.

Kirishima blushed and scratched the back of his neck, not denying any of it whatsoever. He focused his attention back to Bakugou, again with holding in his loud sobs.

Bakugou held out his hand. "So if you can promise me to do that for me-"

"I promise, Katsuki!" Kirishima shouted while launching himself forward and wrapping his arms around Bakugou's neck, staining his suit with tears.

Bakugou sighed and smirked, patting Kirishima's back. "Good"

Tears streamed down Kirishima's face as he broke down and hugged (Y/n) closer to him, rubbing his hand up and down her back soothingly.

Words didn't get spoken, after all what was there to say?

'It's okay?' No, because it wasn't okay. Bakugou got killed, their best friend and they both saw it happen.

'Don't worry, I'm here?' That was just something cheesy to say which didn't fit the situation and Kirishima knew much better than that.

'You're gonna be okay' She was gonna be broken for a long amount of time, her heart having to heal for atleast two years.

'No need to cry' was already obvious why that shouldn't be said.

Kirishima sniffled and inhaled, looking down at her. "I'm here, and i promise you that I'll never leave your side..I can't replace Katsuki and that's definitely not what i want to do, but I'll help you get through this and i want you to know that you're not alone, (Y/n)" He whispered as his tears fell on top of (Y/n)'s hair.

The woman didn't respond with words but she gripped Kirishima's shirt and buried her face into his chest, continuing to cry and sob her eyes out.

Kirishima pulled her closer and buried his nose on top of her head.

He wasn't sure what was going to come, what things would happen after this and how this would affect everything..But he was sure of one thing,

And that was that he was going to held onto that promise he made 6 years ago.

[richietoaster]

I’m so sorry this took so long!! I’ve written and rewritten this many times but i finally decided that what i have is good enough. Sorry for any mistakes- NOT BETA’D!!!!!!!!!

pairing: reddie (main) and stenbrough (side, but mentioned a lot) (SURPRISE) 

warnings: none? just some college boys pining, being stupid, and making out 

word count: 1,352

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it’s half timing and the other half’s luck

“For the last time, Bill, I am not going on a blind date.” Eddie huffs and looks up from a book he’s reading. Bill pulls it out of his hands.

“C-C’mon. You can d-double with Stan and I.”

“No, absolutely not.”

“He-He’s exactly your type, E-Eddie.” Bill argues, “He’s Stan’s roommate, d-does that make it better?”

Eddie taps his chin, pretending to think. “Hm. No.. Now can I have my book back now? Please”

Bill groans and throws it at his chest.

Eddie sighs and continues to read, curious to why his friend and his boyfriend are so suddenly interested in setting him up with someone. He doesn’t dwell on it. No, not when he’s got a book in his hands that has the greatest love story of all time in it.

“B-By the way, Twilight sucks.”

“Fuck you. No, it doesn’t, Bill. You’re just jealous because you wish Stan would come watch you in your sleep.”

“Richie, c’mon, why won’t you go on the double date?” Stan puts a hand in his hair, groaning.

“I don’t want to meet up with someone I don’t know, Stanley.”

“You won’t be alone! Me and Bill will be there! Hence the term, double date. It’ll be fun.”

Richie looks up at his friend’s pleading eyes. “I totally would but I have my eyes on a cutie in my English class.”

“You’ve never even talked to him.”

“We’re soulmates, Stan. He doesn’t know it yet.”

Stan sighs, “Whatever, Richard. But when you go missing on the love of your life, don’t come crying to Bill and me.”

“If I say yes, will you stop harassing me?”

“Yes,” Stan is grinning widely.

“Then yes.”

“Richie said he would go on the date.” Stan tells his boyfriend. They’re sitting in a booth at their favorite cafe.

Bill nudges his ankle, “Fuck. Well, now there’s a slight problem.”

“What is it?”

“Eddie didn’t agree. I swear, t-that boy is the most stubborn person I’ve ever met. A-And it sucks! Because Richie is t-totally his type.” Bill makes a face and entwines his fingers with his boyfriend’s. “What now?”

“Well I say we ignore Eddie’s protest and I’ll bring Richie here to this amazing cafe, and we’ll have that double date.”

Bill laughs, “That’s a great plan.”

“Isn’t it?” Stan rubs his finger over Bill’s knuckles. Bill smiles in agreement.

In the morning, Richie makes sure he looks his best. He really doesn’t want to go on this blind date tonight, and maybe, just maybe, if he can talk to the cute boy from his English class, he won’t have to.

-

“Alright, I want everyone to split up into pairs. You’re going to be writing a two-thousand word essay together about poetry.”

A collective groan errupts through the room.

“You can bounce ideas off of one another! It should be a piece of cake,” Richie’s professor seems genuinely excited about this but he has never wanted to drop out more.

Suddenly, he’s being tapped on the shoulder. He turns around and it’s cute boy staring right at him.

“Uh, hey.. I’m Eddie.. D’you wanna be partners?”

YES!!!!!!!

“Yeah, sure. M’Richie.”

-

“Wait- wait,” Eddie puts a hand on Richie’s shoulder, laughing. Richie feels like he’s burning at the touch.

“You- you walked in on your friend and his boyfriend using your bedpost as a dildo?” Eddie has tears in his eyes.

“Yeah,” Richie laughs, “I guess desperate times calls for desperate measures? Although, I did buy a new bed frame that night. My bank account hated me for weeks but I would have hated myself even more if I kept it and continued to sleep with the evidence right in front of my face.”

Eddie throws his head back and laughs. Richie doesn’t think it was that funny, but he also doesn’t think he’s seen anyone ever so beautiful so he doesn’t say anything.

Richie opens his mouth to talk again, but their professor cuts him off again, “Alright, everyone. Class dismissed. I expect this essay handed in by next Thursday- no lates accepted!”

“Wow, uh.. We got nothing done, did we?” Eddie giggles and Richie really wants to kiss him.

“I guess not..”

“Well, hey, my roommate and his boyfriend are going out tonight, why don’t you come over and we can tackle it then?” Eddie’s tone is hopeful.

“I can’t, I’m going on a date tonight.” Richie wants to kick himself. Why the fuck did he say that? Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Oh, alright.. Well, We can discuss something in class tomorrow, then?”

Richie nods, “Yeah, that sounds good.” He watches Eddie wave and walk out of the classroom. He swallows down the affection that balled up in his throat, packing up his things, before leaving as well. He sighs, knowing that now he’ll never have a chance with Eddie.

“C’mon, Richie. Bill and his roommate are waiting for us. We’re going to be late.” Stan purses his lips before groaning. “Get up, Richie.”

“No, I ruined my chances.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Cute boy from English! We really hit it off today and he invited me over so we could work on our essay, but I told him I was going on a date.” Richie shoves his face in a pillow.

Stan sighs, “Maybe this means you two aren’t meant to be then. This date could be good for you.”

Richie looks up, sadly. “Fine.” He is not happy about this. “But I am not happy about this.”

“That’s.. Fair.”

Richie stands up, straightening his shirt, glaring at his friend when he sprays cologne all over him.

“It’s going to be fun,” Stan smiles. Richie puts a fake one on his face to please him.

“Bill, I really don’t think this is a good idea. I thought I told you no anyways?! Why don’t you listen to me, like, ever?”

“C-Can you please shut up? T-They’re going to be here s-soon.”

Eddie narrows his eyes, “Fine.  But I am not happy about this.” He slumps in the booth and crosses his arms.

Eddie’s feelings about it change when he hears the bell go off up front, and mere seconds later, Bill’s boyfriend, and Richie from English Class are standing in front of him.

“Mind if we join you guys?” Stan smiles and leans down to quickly kiss Bill.

“Eddie, t-this is Stan’s r-roommate, Richie,” Bill says.

Stan is about to introduce Richie on his part, but the two are already staring at one another.

“You,” They say in unison.

“Are.. Are we missing something here?” Stan looks at Bill, who shrugs.

“Stan, this is the cute boy in my english class, the one I’ve been talking about.” Richie tells him, but his eyes never leave Eddie’s.

“Oh my god.”

“W-Well on that note, we’ll be back.. Gonna get some m-menues..” Bill and Stan stand up, watching their friends as they walk away.

“You didn’t tell me that you had a date tonight, too.” Richie finally sits down next to the smaller boy.

“Yeah, I wasn’t too thrilled about it, if I’m being honest. Bill kept me in the dark about pretty much everything. But I wouldn’t have been so against it if I knew it was you.. Kinda have had a crush on you since the beginning of the semester..” Eddie wraps his fingers around Richie’s wrist, drawing him in closer.

Richie grins, “I wasn’t too thrilled either, just said yes to get Stan off of my dick. But, now.. I’m feeling quite the opposite..” He ducks his head in towards Eddie’s, licking his lips.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

And, well, that’s all there’s left to say before Eddie drags him down by his neck, pressing his lips hard against Richie’s.

Soon enough, Richie has one knee on the booth’s seat and a foot placed on the ground, tongue shoved down his throat, and a hand sneaking up Eddie’s shirt.

When Bill and Stan return to see this, they simultaneously agree to leave.

Richie and Eddie leave not long after, but only because they were kicked out.

They go to Richie’s shitty pickup truck and continue what they started.

hope this is what you wanted!!! i had a lot of fun writing this!!!

[jinkisbelly]

Giving Up

Choo choo on this angst train I’m on, this is apart of hurt au [x], I’d read that before this part to know what’s happening :) and this [x] happens after the one below. 

Pairing: Onkey

Rating: pg?

w/c: 1.7k

Summary: After giving him 2 weeks of space, Kibum receives a call from Jinki, asking if he’ll meet up to talk about the fact Kibum’s going to be a father to someone else’s child. 

Two weeks. 14 days. 348 hours. That’s how long it had been since he had seen Jinki. He had been screamed at to leave and he had listened. He knew there was no way Jinki could take comfort in him knowing he was having a baby with another, not then at least. He would have just made it worse if he had stayed there. He tried to call for days. It either rang for ages until the answering machine took it or it was cut off early, which hurt a lot more than it never ending. Jinki didn’t want to talk to him. It was set in stone when Jinki cut the call of short and sent him a short, to the point, text after the third day of no communication.  Stop. Give me Space.

So he did. Even if it burned through him thinking about Jinki hurting because of him, being without him at night, and his constant presence throughout the day. He felt empty, like a huge part of his every day was ripped from him, but no matter how many times he brought Jinki’s number up, he didn’t call or message him. He’d wait. He’d wait until Jinki worked through his thoughts and emotions so they could talk this through.

Problem was, it took longer than he expected and it was killing him. To the point that when he heard his phone ring he almost fell over the automaton in his rush to get to the device. “Hello?”

Jinki let out a rushed little breath, his voice just as light and soft, as if he hadn’t expected Kibum to answer, “Hey.”

“Hi,” Kibum took a deep breath, trying to keep the harsh pounding of his heart down. “How are you?”

“I’m okay, been thinking a lot.” Jinki hummed quietly before continuing, “Which is, um, why I’m calling.”

“Okay,” Kibum carefully took a seat on the couch, and prepared himself for whatever Jinki had to say. “I’ve missed you.”

“Kibum,” His voice was so quiet and strained in tone. A one worded warning, “There’s.. A lot that has to be said between us. About the… Baby.” He could hear Jinki swallow thickly. “I can’t focus on that when you say things like you miss me.”

“I’m sorry. It’s been two weeks Jinki. I’ve missed you.”

Jinki let out a soft, shaky breath. Kibum knew he was trying to hard not to cry. “I’ve missed you too, more than you probably can imagine, but… can you meet me tomorrow in the park? So we can talk about things.”

“The one we always go to?”

He could almost hear the smile in Jinki’s voice, “Yeah, around 12. I don’t think I can say everything I need to over the phone.”

“I don’t like the sound of that, Jinki.”

“I know. I’ll see you there. Goodnight Kibum.”

Without a thought Kibum gently said, “I love you.”

Jinki took longer than normal to respond, and the softly whispered words were full of sadness. “I love you too.”

Kibum swallowed thickly as the phone slowly fell from his ear. He had a deep sense of dread in his chest about what Jinki wanted to speak about at the park. He brought his knees up to his chest and hugged his legs, chin on his knees as the tears began to fall. He was going to lose Jinki, and this time he was sure he didn’t have another chance to fix it like before.

-----

Kibum sat on the edge of the fountain, their usual spot, ringing his hands together in his lap. He hadn’t been able to get much sleep the night before, mind thinking about all the possibilities of their conversation and their relationship to be quiet enough to sleep. By the time on his watch, which he’s checked every two minutes for the last half hour, Jinki still had 10 minutes to get here, but he knew the walk from the fountain to the police station was only five. He crossed his legs and his foot was shaken in his nervousness.

When he looked up to the right at the path Jinki would be taking, that’s when he saw him. He was in soft black pants, a light blue dress shirt on his frame with the sleeves rolled up, and glasses drifting down his nose a little. His hair was rustled, swooped over his forehead with just his fingers probably. Jinki froze in his tracks when he saw Kibum waiting for him, looking straight at him. Kibum could see his adam's apple bob with his slow swallow from the fountain. His badge and gun was on his belt, as it always was, but this time it was different. It was Kibum’s first time seeing him as a detective after his promotion. He looked good, even with the slightly darker circles under his eyes.  A few moments later Jinki was standing in front of him with a soft smile. Kibum rose, pulling himself into a gentle hug, and he didn’t fail to miss how stiff Jinki was in the embrace. After they had taken a seat on the fountain the tension between them settled. Kibum stared at his hands. He could almost feel the warmth of Jinki next to him, but at the same time he felt miles away. When Jinki first spoke it hit Kibum like a ton of bricks. “Thanks for coming.”

“I almost didn’t want to.” Kibum flashed a glance at him before sighing. “I have a feeling about what you have to say and if I’m right, I know I’m not going to like it.”

“It’s hard, okay?” Jinki confessed. “Wanting to together, to be with you, and knowing she’s pregnant with your baby is like a guillotine hanging over my head.”

“It’s not a death sentence to our relationship.” Kibum hissed, finally sitting up straight and looking at him. Jinki’s eyes broke his heart.

“It is, though, isn’t it?” They were glossy and a little red, his lips pouting for a moment before he gave a little ironic smile. “You are going to be a father Kibum. Like it or not Yuju is carrying your child and you have to face the consequences. You can’t be with me fully, giving me the attention and love that I deserve, without making me feel like I’m competing with a damn infant. I won’t make you choose between us, I can’t do that. If I did I’d just be like my own fucking father. I’m not him. I will not be him. You have to be a father to that child. They deserve that. The moment you knocked her up, we never even stood a chance Kibum.”

“You can’t say that,” Kibum reached for his hands, and squeezed them tightly between his. “We’ve been through so much. I almost lost you once. I’ve worked so hard to get you to trust me again, to want to be with me again, to want to love me again, let alone actually feel so. I want you. I love you Jinki, so damn much. I didn’t want to be a father to anyone’s child but yours. Don’t give up on us.”

“You think I want to?” Jinki softly asks, “Our relationship is new. This renewed relationship is still growing as we figure out how to be together again. It’s rocky and unsure. It needs attention and care to become as strong as we once were Kibum. You can’t be with me and be there for her and your baby. One of us will end up neglected, and I’m not sure which will hurt more. So this is goodbye, for good.”

Jinki swallowed thickly as he slowly removed his hands from Kibum’s grasp, pushing off the fountain to head back into work. Kibum’s fingers catch his wrist though, preventing him from going too far. “I let you walk away from me last time and I spent almost a year and half without you because of it. I love you god dammit and I’m going to fight to keep you.”

Kibum tugs him closer, hand on his lower back and the other cupping his face. Jinki’s voice is so pained as he says, “You have to let me go.”

“I will do no such thing.” Kibum leans their foreheads together, eyes closed for a long moment before he opens them to gaze into his eyes. “Give me a chance to love you through this. Give me a chance to fight for you. Please? I don’t want to give you up.”

“Kim Kibum if you hurt me so help me god I’ll shoot you.”

He grins through his silent tears. “Just don’t end it.”

Jinki bites his lip and Kibum can almost see him calculating his response. “It’s going to be hard.”

Kibum smiled oh so sweetly as he moved his thumb to caress Jinki’s cheek. “I’d rather it be impossible with you by my side through it than having it easy without you.”

With a deep, shuddering breath Jinki softly smiled, “Okay. I won’t give up on us.”

Their first kiss was soft and quick, but as Kibum’s fingers curled in his shirt at his lower back and pressed forward, it deepened. He could feel how tight Jinki was gripping him, as if he was trying to keep him as close as possible without letting go. When they parted, it was just enough that their noses were still touching. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Jinki was quick this time, smile on his face and happiness in his voice. Then his facial expression shifted to one far more serious. “You have to promise me though that in your effort to love me, you don’t neglect your role as a father. You have to be there for that Baby too.”

“I promise.” Kibum pecked his lips, “As long as you know while I have my baby, you’re apart of it all too.”

Jinki gave a little smile, “Okay.”

“Good,” Kibum beamed, “Do you have time for lunch? You can tell me how your first weeks as being a detective went.”

The man stepped back just a little bit to lift his arm up and check his watch. “I have to be back by 1.”

“Hmm, how do tacos from the food truck sound?”

Jinki grinned when Kibum’s fingers curled around his, “Perfect.”

[velvetfxexo]

The Star & His First Love (pt 6)

Characters: EXO D.O./Kyungsoo + OC

Type: Fluff

Length: 5.5K

Whenever EXO goes on interviews and is asked about love, Doh Kyungsoo always gives the same, short, and vague answer. He only fell in love once, and he got rejected. Nothing more, nothing less.

Years later, he meets his first love, again.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 {Part 6} Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Part 6 - Dusk, Dread, and Dawn

“Three years then. I’ll ask you in three years. No go-backs.”

“Okay then, that’s a promise.”

“I’m gonna wait, you know. You better not be messing with me.”

I woke up with a start.

Why is it so dark? What time is it?

I blinked again and again, but I still couldn’t see anything. It was cold, and I found out that I’d been lying on the ground. Wait, what am I doing on the ground? Where the hell am I?

I realized it was dark all around, only the faint light from the moon was helping me distinguish the figures around me; trees, a building at the other side, and more trees. The wind kept blowing and I can’t help but shiver. I didn’t have a jacket with me so I helplessly clung to the sleeve of my thin sweater. This place seemed oddly familiar.

I tried to stand but my legs were like jelly, and I had nowhere to hold on to for support. Several questions were already invading my mind. Where am I, how did I get here, what did I do here.. 

Shit.

I’m at school.

I’m at our high school campus.

The realization hit me like a truck and I had to keep my breath steady - I didn’t even realize I was breathing so hard already. I fumbled for my phone in my pocket and stared at the screen on standby. It’s 6:30PM.

I’m locked inside the school.

I stood up way too quick, my sight suddenly blurring and my head spinning. I was overwhelmed by everything happening right now, and more even so by the memories I remembered. I remember everything now. I can’t believe it, I can’t believe I’ve done nothing the past years! I was internally panicking, it was pitch black and I was stuck inside the school. I tried to shove the feeling away. I’m not afraid of the dark anymore. I’m not afraid anymore, it’s gone, it’s gone. But the more I tried to tell myself, the more my heart hammered in my chest. Stupid irrational fears. I can’t let the panic get to me. Panicking won’t help, panicking won’t get me out of this.

My phone suddenly rang and vibrated, causing me to drop it. Shit. My hand was shaking when I picked it up, and saw Clara’s name on the screen. Thank god! I immediately pressed the green button to answer the call.

“Oh --- god, where -- you? We’ve --- calling for—”

The line was choppy at first, and I couldn’t make out parts of what she was saying.

“Clara— Clara—” I realized my voice was shaky, and my throat hurt. I suddenly felt thirsty and hungry. How many hours was I out? I haven’t eaten since morning! My last meal was at 6AM. How will I get out of here? What time will I get to leave this place?

“Dana? Hello? What’s happening? Where are you?” 

The gates are locked, there’s no light. Where will I go and where will I stay? How can I enter the buildings with no lights on? A hundred thoughts and questions were flooding in my mind. This was the panic taking over. I frantically looked around while walking. Jack said the field was the only place with light. I need to go. I need to stay away from the dark.

“Clara– it’s dark, I can’t see anything–” I suddenly said. I almost forgot she was on the phone with me, my panic was making my thoughts sway. It’s so cold here, how can I keep warm? What if I get hypothermia or something? 

“What the–? Calm down, don’t cry, what happened? Tell me!”

Crying? Was I crying?

“I f-fainted, my head hurt, it h-hurt so much,” I suddenly tripped on something I didn’t see, and I landed on soft ground, covered with grass. Grass? Am I at the field? I tried standing up again but my legs were shaking. “I can’t move, I can’t move my legs..” I muttered to myself.

“Dana, tell me where you are!”

I don’t know where I am. I’m standing on grassy ground, but only the school field has a grassy ground. Where are the lights? Why is it still so dark?! I rubbed at my chest, trying to control my breathing and my hearbeat. Stop panicking, stop panicking. But it was hard to think straight, not with the cold, my phobia, and slight dizziness picking at me from all sides.

“It’s c-cold, I can’t see, I can’t breathe..”

I need to stay somewhere, I need to stay put and think straight. But where? I rubbed at my face and realized it was wet with tears. Crap, where should I go?

“Dana, where are you?! We’re coming to get you!” Clara frantically said. I know where to go. Back to the wishing well.

“W-w-wishing well, back of the gym. The wishing well, back at school, hurry.” My teeth were suddenly chattering, and my voice was shaking. I don’t know if she understood me - I turned around and made my way back to the gym. Even in the dark, I could get there. I knew that place by heart. That was the only safe place I could think of at the moment.

“Dana! Please! Tell me exactly where you are!”

Darn it, I almost forgot about Clara again!

“Clara, I’m at school! I’m at our old school--”

But there was silence on the other end, and my phone’s light suddenly disappeared, leaving me alone in darkness. I tapped at the screen, but nothing was happening. I pressed the buttons on the side on the phone, but it still wasn’t lighting up. That’s when I remembered, when I checked the time on my phone, the battery was blinking red. There were also missed calls that I didn’t check at the time.

I’m so stupid, that was my chance of getting out of here, and I blew it. I let the panic get to me. I closed my eyes hard, took a deep breath, and tried to handle my emotions better this time. I wanted to cry even more, but I know that won’t get me anywhere. I cursed myself and tried walking again, slowly, back to the wishing well.

“That’s it everyone, thanks for today!” the group’s choreographer said, and applauded them for a good job. They all clapped as well and thanked their choreographer for his hard work.

Kyungsoo wiped off his forehead sweat with the back of his hand and made his way to the desk at the far end of the room, where his phone was. It was unusual for him to check his phone, he rarely even uses it, but he was waiting for something, but more like someone.

He perked up when he saw a text message on the screen. But it wasn’t from the person he was expecting. It was from Clara, she texted about half an hour ago. He was excited to read the message anyway, because she never texted him unless it was about Dana. His eyebrows scrunched together when he read what she texted. 

Hey, did u see Dana this afternoon?

Kyungsoo gulped, and the gears in his head were turning. He met up with Dana in the morning but he hasn’t seen her afterwards. Why did Clara suddenly ask if he had seen her? Him, of all people? It was a bit random to text him about this, unless she knew something. Did she know they were together in the morning? Were he and Dana spotted together? Did someone see? He knew it was a risky move, going out in public like that. He didn’t even have their manager with him, and he met alone with Dana. Anyone who would’ve seen them at that time would’ve had suspicions for sure.

Were there articles about it already? He didn’t want to check yet, a bit scared of what he might find. His eyes drifted to his members, who were joking around and laughing. He didn’t want to burden them anymore - he felt bad when he didn’t return for practice after attending the get-together with his high school classmates. He wasn’t supposed to stay the night at Clara’s house, but he didn’t want to leave, Dana was there. He hasn’t seen her for years, and this was his only chance.

Their leader, Junmyeon, kept asking him why he didn’t return immediately the day after. Their rehearsal was delayed for hours because of his absence. Kyungsoo didn’t want to tell Junmyeon that he waited for a chance to talk to a girl, and he didn’t want to say that he rushed her to the hospital and risked going out in public again. Their group had more than enough issues already, two Chinese members leaving, an ongoing issue with another Chinese member, and a dating scandal, even. Everyone was on edge, and he didn’t want to add to the tension. He kept it a secret instead, and apologized profusely to Junmyeon and everyone else, saying he won’t burden them again. He knew they weren’t mad, but were more likely worried. Sehun even asked him if he was leaving the group and he had to assure him thoroughly that he wasn’t thinking of such things.

He decided to act casual as he replied to Clara.

I haven’t seen her. Did something happen?

Kyungsoo kept tapping his foot on the floor, staring at his phone for a reply. Clara usually replied instantly, what’s taking so long? He was aware that only five minutes have passed, but that girl texts back at lightning speed, especially when they were talking about Dana. Calm down, Kyungsoo. She’s probably having dinner or something, he thought to himself. You’re not the only one with a tight schedule.

Feeling impatient, Kyungsoo looked up from his phone, and he accidentally locked eyes with Sehun, who was watching him from a few feet away. One of Sehun’s eyebrows raised in question. Kyungsoo blinked a few times before he averted his gaze, and kept his face neutral. He didn’t want to tell this to their maknae, not now. But even then, Sehun was already getting suspicious. Earlier, he kept asking where Kyungsoo went in the morning, and why he kept looking at his phone during breaks. Kyungsoo just plainly avoided both questions, saying he was just bored. He casually looked at his phone’s screen again, but still, there was no reply.

“So, who’s Clara?”

Before Kyungsoo could even blink, his phone was snatched from behind and was in the hand of their tallest member.

“What the fuck, Chanyeol?!” Kyungsoo exclaimed, while desperately trying to reaching for his phone. Chanyeol was holding it up, and running around the dance room. At this, all of the other members turned to look at the commotion.

“Kyungsoo’s texting a girl!” Chanyeol shouted, still running around.

“Really?! Are you sure?” Sehun said and ran after Chanyeol. The other members - Baekhyun, Jongin, and Jongdae - flocked around Chanyeol as well, and Kyungsoo couldn’t stop them. Minseok, Yixing, and Junmyeon stayed where they were, looking from Chanyeol to Kyungsoo. Apparently they were confused with what was going on. The ones gathered around Chanyeol suddenly shouted all together, yelling and jumping around. Kyungsoo approached them and held out his hand, death glare on, and Chanyeol placed the phone back on Kyungsoo’s hand with a wide grin on his face.

“Kyungsoo’s texting someone named Clara!” Baekhyun exclaimed. 

“D.O., what’s the meaning of this?” Junmyeon suddenly asked, with a curious expression on his face. Kyungsoo was about to say that Clara was just an old classmate when Sehun suddenly piped in, “Is she the one, Kyungsoo? The one you were talking about?” 

They all looked from Sehun to Kyungsoo. His eyes widened, a memory of being drunk and opening up to Sehun flashing in his mind. He didn’t know what to say, even if he said no, they would still ask questions. Words failed him, and he kept opening his mouth and closing it again.

“What? What is Sehun saying? What does he know?” Jongdae suddenly asked, and he lightly stomped his feet on the floor. “You told Sehun about it, but not us?” he whined.

“Kyungsoo, if she’s that girl, how long have you been seeing her? Why didn’t you tell us?” Jongin suddenly asked, a mischievous smile on his face. Crap, he forgot that Jongin knew about it too. He vowed never to drink recklessly again.

“And did I hear it right? Did you say Clara?” Minseok asked out of the blue.

“Kyungsoo, answer us, is it her? Your first love? The one from high school?” Sehun urged, with a hint of seriousness on his face. They all gasped and fell silent for a few seconds.

“No way--the girl from high school you kept mentioning in interviews?” Chanyeol asked, his grin still plastered on his face, his eyes even wider than they usually are. Yixing suddenly stood up from where he was sitting on the floor. “I knew it, is that why you went back late that one time? You went to a high school reunion right? You met up with her!” Yixing said brightly, and snapped his fingers. Kyungsoo gulped, he didn’t expect things to escalate this quickly. Everyone started to make noise and talk all at the same time, asking about the girl, saying their own theories, clapping and happily yelling at Kyungsoo.

Junmyeon lightly tapped Kyungsoo’s shoulder and said, “Hey, if this was about her, why didn’t you just tell me?” he said with a soft smile on his face.

“I--I wasn’t sure how you’d take it..” Kyungsoo softly said. Junmyeon just shook his head and laughed. “Well, there’s your answer.” Junmyeon said, nodding his head to the direction of the members. They were all happy, and they all looked excited. They were all crowding Kyungsoo and asking him to tell them about it. He never expected this reaction from them. His heart suddenly felt strangely warmed by it. Before he could speak, the phone in his hand suddenly vibrated.

Clara was calling.

Clara never called him, she only sent texts. What was happening?

“Is it her? Is she calling? Answer it! Answer it!” Jongin said excitedly over Kyungsoo’s shoulder.

“I have to go..” Kyungsoo said, grabbing his bag from under the desk. The members whined and told him to stay, but he felt that something was wrong. Clara’s call ended, and a text from her popped up on the screen.

Important. Call when u get this.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about it,” Kyungsoo explained as he put his cap on his head and swung his bag across his shoulder. “But Sehun and Jongin can. Ask them about it.” Jongin and Sehun suddenly looked at each other, obviously surprised at Kyungsoo’s remark. They’ve been keeping it a secret for the past year, but apparently Kyungsoo is now ready to open up to the others.

“Where are you going? Are you going to see her?” Junmyeon asked. This time, Kyungsoo didn’t avoid the question, and simply nodded his head. Junmyeon didn’t ask any further, he just smiled and nodded, urging him to go.

“Give our regards to Clara!” Baekhyun shouted before Kyungsoo went out the door. Kyungsoo turned around and pointed at him.

“First of all, it’s not Clara. It’s Dana. Her name is Dana.”

He could still hear the members’ loud yelling and clapping when he turned to the elevator at the end of the hall.

When he reached the ground floor, he called back Clara as he made his way to his car. She answered on the first ring.

“What’s wrong?” he immediately asked when she picked up. Then he suddenly heard sobbing on the other line. “It’s Dana, we don’t know where she is, I think she fainted again, and we can’t find her---” Clara bawled before finishing her sentence.

“What do you mean you can’t find her? Did you trying calling?”

But Clara just kept crying. Kyungsoo kept telling her to calm down first but she wouldn’t stop. Then he heard someone else talk on the other side of the line. 

“Hello? D.O. is this you? This is Stiles.”

“Yes, Dr. Stiles, it’s me. What’s happening? Where’s Dana?”

“We don’t know where she is, we called her and she seemed like she was in trouble. She said she fainted, and that she’s cold and can’t see anything.”

Kyungsoo's heart felt like a rock inside his chest. He cursed himself, he was just with Dana earlier in the morning, he can’t believe that she had an episode again. He was blaming himself because he visited her and tried talking about the past. Did it cause her to have dizziness again? Was it his fault?

Kyungsoo turned on the engine on his car and put his phone on speaker mode and placed it on the dashboard. “She didn’t say where she was? What else did she say?” he asked, and he drove away from their building.

“She only said one thing, that she was at-- the back of a wishing well? She was stuttering and we couldn’t understand the rest. We’ve been looking up places where there are wells, and we’re going to this park at the other side of town---”

“Wait, did you say, wishing well?” Kyungsoo interrupted. 

“Yes, that’s what we heard. Do you know what place she’s talking about?” Stiles asked. If Kyungsoo was right, it was back in their old school. But what would Dana be doing there? Did Dana suddenly remember and went back? His eyes suddenly widened at the thought.

“Dr. Stiles, I think I know a place, but I’m not a hundred percent sure. Could you check other places, please? I might be wrong.” Kyungsoo explained. He didn’t want to waste time, just in case he was mistaken. Stiles agreed and said they’d look for other locations. “I’ll call you guys when I find her. If I’m right.” Kyungsoo said, before ending the call. 

I swear to god, that girl is stubborn. She could’ve just asked me, Kyungsoo thought while shaking his head. Back in high school, Dana was the epitome of stubbornness. When she didn’t want to do something, she would take the hard way just to avoid it. He saw that same stubbornness in her eyes back at the breakfast bar. It was like she wanted to ask a lot of things, but she was stopping herself. Don’t hold back, Kyungsoo kept thinking. But Dana really stood her ground and didn’t ask about anything. He knew that she was starting to remember bits and pieces, but was afraid to ask about it. 

Then again, he himself was also hesitant to ask about a lot of things. He wanted to ask if she still felt the same way. He still can’t believe that Dana was getting headaches from remembering things related to him. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Was he a bad part of her past she wanted to badly forget? He wanted to ask but didn’t want to risk her having another episode. Kyungsoo still felt bad about the accident three years ago. He still partly blames himself for what happened.

He tried testing her memory several times, asking about random stuff from high school. He mentioned putting a mural, testing if she could remember the mural behind the gym where he confessed, but she seemed to miss that. He also tried if she remembered how they said goodbye to each other, he’d say ‘see you’ and she’d reply ‘see you Soo.’ It was a joke between them, because it sounded like ‘see you soon.’ But she didn’t seem to catch that either. But to Kyungsoo’s surprise, Dana also remembered a bunch of stuff, and she didn’t get dizzy the whole time they were together.

He didn’t want to hope, but Kyungsoo saw it in her face more than once, the way color crept into her cheeks when he caught her staring at him, or when she remembered stuff and when he praised her. It was hard for him to keep his face neutral during those times, he wanted to laugh at her blushing face, but fortunately he managed to stop himself. The Dana from high school would’ve slapped herself for even blushing at his comments. Like him, Dana was sarcastic and liked to curse at times, not really the prim and proper type. Now she’s the complete opposite, getting all shy and quiet. She’s become tame, he laughed while thinking to himself.

He also can’t believe that Dana knew one of their songs. They’ve only released that album 4 months ago. What’s more, it was the song. It was a pity she didn’t remember that it was the song he wrote and sang for her when he confessed back in high school. He continued writing it and asked their management if it could be a part of one of their future albums. Luckily, it was included in their second album. What would Dana think if she found out that the song My Answer is about her? She must’ve realized at some point that she heard the song before, because of all their songs, it was the only one that stuck to her.

With more determination than ever, Kyungsoo sped up his car, praying hard that Dana was alright and that she really was at that wishing well.

“Why is it so fucking cold..” he said to himself when he got out of his car. He grabbed his phone and another jacket from the backseat, remembering that Stiles said Dana was cold. Didn’t she bring a jacket? Even in high school she didn’t like to bring her own jacket and would use his jacket instead. Kyungsoo couldn’t drive all the way to the school gate because the road was still being fixed - which was like how it was even back then - and because a car was parked near the street light ahead. Was it Dana’s car?

He ran to the car and tried peering through the windows. The car was heavily tinted, but it didn’t seem like anybody was inside. He knocked on the glass and tried calling Dana’s name but there was no response. If this really was her car, she’s probably inside the campus, at the wishing well like she said. Kyungsoo hurriedly went to the school gate, but cursed when he realized it was locked. He tried pushing the gate but it wouldn’t even budge. They’ve improved the gate since the last time he was here.

Was Dana even at this place? Why was the gate locked? Was she stuck inside, for some reason? Kyungsoo stared through the gate’s spaces, realizing it was pitch black inside. Dana has nyctophobia, and he wasn’t even sure if she’s gotten over it yet. Where are the fucking lights? Where’s the security? His mind suddenly drifted to Jack, the security guard they used to get along with. Did he still work here?

Kyungsoo looked around, and couldn’t see any other entrances to the school. The walls were too high to climb over and there were no trees nearby that he could climb on. His only option was this gate, which has gotten higher than the one he used to climb over back in high school. It also looked harder to climb on, because there were only a few places where you could place your foot on. But Dana was could still be in there, somewhere. Cold and afraid. He had no other choice but to climb.

It was easy at first, but got difficult near the top. Kyungsoo didn’t know where to place his foot. He had to heave himself up and rely on his upper body strength to reach the top part of the gate. Thankfully, he managed to reach the top in one heave. He groaned, his arms suddenly aching, but was suddenly thankful for his members for urging him to go to the gym. He carefully went across the other side of the gate. Now, his only problem was how to go down. The next step was too far for him to reach. He needed to let go. 

“Well, fuck, here goes.” He said, then jumped. Kyungsoo stumbled and fell on his side, but other than that, he didn’t get hurt. That didn’t stop him from muttering curses though. He looked around, trying to gauge where he was. He wasn’t sure if the school’s interior changed or what.

Kyungsoo squinted, and raised his phone so he could have a bit of light. There was a faint light from the moon, but with his eyesight, it was hard to see at all. He just walked straight, trying to remember where the gym was. It was across the school field, if they didn’t tear the place down yet. 

“Dana?” he shouted, but there was no answer. He tried calling Dana’s name once in a while, hoping that she could hear it wherever she was. He stopped short when he suddenly felt the ground turn from hard to soft. Was he at the school field now? He tried touching the ground, and it was grassy. If he was at the school field, the gym had to be straight ahead. Kyungsoo kept walking, and if he was right, he could be at the gym in no time. He knew the way to that place by heart. It was his and Dana’s sanctuary. 

He finally reached a building, and went to the side. He was walking with his hand on the wall, when he suddenly heard a soft coughing. “Dana?” he shouted. Kyungsoo ran to the direction of the sound and looked around frantically. “What the f--” he almost tripped on something, and realized he had nudged someone’s foot on the ground. He pointed his phone screen towards it, and saw a small crouched figure on the ground. She coughed again and sneezed, then looked up at him.

“Dana! What the hell!” Kyungsoo crouched and helped her sit up. He touched her face and she was freaking cold. “Dana, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?” he asked. But she only stared at him with glassy eyes, like she wasn’t absorbing what has happening, that he was here. Kyungsoo made her wear the other jacket he had with him, and put the hood over her head. She still wasn’t talking, and she was only looking at Kyungsoo, like she can’t believe he was here.

“Can you stand, Dana?” Kyungsoo asked. She seemed to understand this, and she shook her head. She tried to stand up, holding on to Kyungsoo’s arms, but her legs wobbled and gave way. “Never mind, I’ll have to carry you.” Then in a flash, Dana was suddenly in Kyungsoo’s arms, and he was carrying her away.

“Why were you even here? At this hour? Were you locked in?” Kyungsoo kept asking, but Dana still wasn’t answering. Instead, she put her arms around Kyungsoo’s neck and hugged tight, and snuggled her head against his neck. Kyungsoo gulped, and hoped she couldn’t feel his heart hammering through his chest. He slightly moved his lips to her hair. “It’s fine, I got you.”

He stopped at the gate, and realized they won’t be able to get out as well. Dana can’t climb, and he wasn’t that strong to carry her. Plus he wouldn’t risk her falling and getting injured. He walked to the guard house near the gate and slowly placed Dana down near the door. “I’m just gonna call someone.” Kyungsoo said, taking his phone out of his pocket and dialing Clara’s number. Dana nodded, bringing her knees closer to her, and clutching the bag she had with her. Clara answered on the second ring, and Kyungsoo told her that he found Dana at their old school. Clara said they were about to call the police before he called, but thank god they didn’t. They don’t need this to come out on the news. Their only problem now was how they could get out of the school, with the gates locked and all.

Kyungsoo and Clara were debating on calling the police to help them get out when Kyungsoo suddenly felt a tug on his leg. He turned around and Dana was holding on to him, and had a small piece of paper on her other hand. He put Clara on hold and bent down next to Dana. He saw what she was holding out, it was a business card. Kyungsoo looked at it quizzically, not sure what to do with it when Dana suddenly spoke. “Jack. Call Jack,” she softly said, pointing at the business card. “He can open the gate.” her voice faltered. Kyungsoo’s eyes widened at the realization and began calling the number on the card. Dana stared at him as he talked, and when she saw him smile, she smiled too, even when she couldn’t understand half of what he was saying.

“Jack’s coming, we’re gonna get out in a little while.” he brightly said. Then he suddenly took both of Dana’s hands and started rubbing them together. “Your hands are freaking cold..” Kyungsoo softly said, then he sat beside Dana while still keeping her hands warm. When Kyungsoo stopped to check his phone again, Dana wrapped her arms around the arm he wasn’t using, and snuggled closer to his neck again. She was really tired, and she was cold. She felt Kyungsoo’s hand lightly brushing her head, and before she knew it, she must’ve drifted off to sleep again.

I must’ve woken up several times already.

It was dark earlier, but now there was faint light peeking out from the window to my right. It was like dawn was breaking. Was this what it felt like to be drunk, waking up several times and not knowing where you are? I looked around, and the walls were white, and there was someone sitting on a chair near my bed, and his head was resting near my hand. He seemed to be sleeping. He even looked like Kyungsoo. Am I still in a dream? Awhile ago it was like Kyungsoo was saving me from the dark.

I touched the hair of the person sleeping near me, and he suddenly shifted, turning his face to look at me. Wow, he looked a lot like Kyungsoo, they could be identical twins. Or was this really him? I’m still dreaming, right? I was staring at him, and he just blinked while staring back. He broke the stare and started rubbing his eyes.

“How are you feeling?” he suddenly asked. He even sounded like Kyungsoo. This dream looked too real all of a sudden. “I don’t know, you look real.” I said and I poked him in the cheek. He felt real too. Was I really awake now? I looked around and saw a dextrose tube attached to my left arm. So I’m in a hospital? Since when?

“What is it with you and mornings?” Kyungsoo softly whispered, and he gave me a lazy smile. He looked like he was up all night, but the way he smiled at me made me feel like I was worth staying up all night for. If this was real, I just realized he’s been with me for two mornings straight. Fans are gonna kill me, again.

Kyungsoo lightly touched the side of my face. “You’re not cold anymore, you feel any better?” he asked. What cold? I’m only feeling warm inside right now. Kyungsoo suddenly smirked, and I realized he must’ve seen my face turn red. He shook his head and was about to stand up when I grabbed his hand. He looked at me in question, waiting for me to say something, but I just stared at him. The corner of his mouth quirked up suddenly, like he seemed to understand, even if no words came out of my mouth.

“I have to go, they’ve been looking for me all night. You’ll be okay here.” he softly said. “Plus, it’s only 5AM. You should get more sleep.” I didn’t realize it was still that early, and that’s when I felt my eyelids getting heavier. I heard a low chuckle from Kyungsoo. “You’re still not letting go of my hand.” he laughed. I realized I was holding his hand tight, so I loosened my grip on it, and slowly placed my hand back on the bed.

“I’ll come back, that’s a promise.” he said and smiled, patting the top of my head. What am I, a puppy?

He suddenly laughed deeply. “A puppy is cuter than you are.” he joked. I must’ve said that out loud. I just smiled lightly, blinking and fighting hard to stay awake, but Kyungsoo urged me to continue sleeping. “Sleep. I’ll be back when you wake up.” he told me. I smiled and nodded at him, as long as he comes back, it’s alright. I can’t fight the sleepiness anymore.

“See you.” he said, before turning around to leave.

“See you, Soo.” I softly said. I finally let the sleep take over, and closed my eyes slowly.

Before I could drift off, I saw him open his mouth and smile in relief.

Because I remembered.

I remember everything now.

✨ The Star & His First Love

🌟 Story Masterlist

[inagetawaycarxo]

Losing Oneself➥Damon Salvatore

Pairing: Damon x Reader.

Characters: Damon, Y/n, Elena, Stefan.

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries.

Summary: Y/n goes missing. Damon finds her in a bad state and takes changes y/n. Y/n doesn't take it too well and can't really control her blood lust.

Based on a wattpad request.

WARNINGS: Kidnapping? Creepy dude, vampirism, blood, swearing, don't trust strangers, violence.

Word Count: 2534

Request box is open.

MASTER LIST

You hummed lightly, to the melody of the tune that was playing on the radio. Furrowing your eyebrows when your car slowed down. The electronics suddenly shutting off.

"Damn it." You cursed, hitting the steering wheel, you tried to turn it on again, but having no luck.

"Stupid, flat battery." You grumbled.

Taking your phone out of cup holder. Unlocking it only for it to turn it off.

"Great, just my luck." You grumbled. Throwing your phone into the passenger seat.

Running your fingers through your hair, in distress. You could always walk to the grill, sure it was like a 10-mile walk, then stay at Elena's. Then get a towing company to tow your car to an auto shop in the morning.

In the mist of your thoughts, you didn't hear a vehicle stop behind your car, turning off the engine, but leaving the lights on.

You heard a light tap on your window, making you let out a gasp, opening the door and getting out of the car.

"Is everything alright miss?" a rough husky voice asked, as your heart beating faster. Something about him gave you the creeps.

"It's my car, the engines flat." You gulped, making the guy nodded his head.

"Do you want me to jump start it for you?" He asked, giving you a small smile.

"That would be great." You replied, smiling at him.

He quickly went to the back of his truck, while you turned around, getting in the car again, trying to find the button for the hood release. Not releasing that the guy was near you. Until you felt a hard metal object.

You let out a gasp, feeling a hand grip your arm, dragging you onto the gravel, you let out a groan.

"You stupid bitch." He cursed, rolling you onto your back.

"Please." You begged, your eyes watering with tears.

"You should really think about driving alone at night, never know what might happen," he growled, his eyes filled with anger.

You quickly kneed him in his private part, making him step back.

"You bitch." He growled as you stumbled to get up.

You gulped, as you walked backward, your breathing quickening.

"Stay the fuck away from me you psychotic freak." You shouted, tears falling from your eyes. He snarled at you, picking up the crowbar, gripping it tightly.

The guy lets out an evil laugh.

You let out a scream as he lunged at you, you quickly took off running. You heard him running after you yelling swear words at you. As you ran faster.

"Stay the hell away from me you sicko." You shouted.

"You can all you want sweetheart, but you won't escape me." He shouted.

"fuck you." You spat, looking behind you which was a huge mistake, you lost your footing and ended up falling over, not aware that you were near the edge of the road until you fell over the edge. Letting out a blood-curdling scream.

The guy quickly ran to the edge cursing as you hit your head on a rock. The guy ran back to his vehicle, leaving you all alone.

~~~~

Elena pressed the phone to her ear, her heart racing faster as the call went to message bank.

"Hi you've reached, me, Y/n, I was probably busy or I didn't want to answer your call. Leave your message and I'll get back to you." You spoke.

Elena pressed the end button, her heart hammering in her chest. She quickly dialed your number again, running her hand through her hair.

"I think someone's ignoring you." Damon spoke, making Elena quickly turn in her chair, as Damon sat beside her.

"Y/n was meant to meet me at the grill, and she hasn't shown up yet, she's never this late." Elena trembled.

"Maybe, she just doesn't want to see you." Damon spoke.

"She's my best friend Damon, I'm worried at her." Elena sighed, running her fingers through her long brown hair.

"Cool." Damon grumbled.

Elena called your number again, her heart hammering faster, worry evident on her face.

Damon rolled his eyes, putting his drink down.

"How about I go look for y/n." he sighed, getting her attention.

"Thank you so much, Damon." She spoke, her face lightening up with hope.

"Don't worry, I'm sure she will be just fine." Damon spoke, getting up and going out of the bar to look for you.

Damon let out a huff as he walked out of the grill. Stopping in his tracks as he smelt the faint smell of human blood.

It could be y/n's blood. Damon quickly rushed to the scene of the scent.

He quickly crouched beside your badly bruised bloody body. Damon's eyes widen as he saw a stick sticking out from your abdomen.

"Oh, y/n." Damon sighed, picking you up.

You let out a sob, as you felt hands on you.

"Please..." you begged. Thinking it was that crazy psycho guy.

"It's okay y/n, it's just me Damon." Damon softly cooed, making your eyes open.

"Damon, I think I broke my leg." You trembled, shaking in his arms. Your whole body felt like it was on fire. Your breathing was shallow.

Damon looked down to see your leg sticking in a position it wasn't meant to. He quickly looked down to see you staring at the stick in your abdomen.

"Y/n." Damon gulped.

You looked at him through teary eyes.

"I'm going to die, aren't i?" you asked, tears falling out of your eyes.

"No, y/n, you are not going to die, I'm going to help you, okay, but first I have to fix your leg." Damon spoke.

"Okay." you gasped, as you felt Damon's lips pressed against your cheek.

Damon let out a sigh, putting you gently on the ground. You closed your eyes tightly, as Damon touched your leg.

You let out an agonizing scream, making Damon come to your side again his hands cupping the side of your face.

"I'm sorry y/n." Damon sighed.

"It hurts." You sobbed, your eyes Damon put his wrist up to his mouth, forcing his fangs to come out, he quickly bit into his wrist, drawing blood.

"Y/n, just drink this okay." Damon spoke, concern clouding his eyes. He pressed his wrist against your mouth.

You let out an hmph, only drinking some of it before you went limp.

"Damn it." Damon cursed, quickly picking you up bridal style, he quickly speeds to the boarding house.

Putting you gently on the couch, his hand gently stroking your cheek. His eyes full of worry.

"Is that y/n, Elena's best friend? What did you do to her?" Stefan asked, making Damon roll his eyes.

"I saved her, well at least I think I did." Damon grumbled.

"Damon, you didn't give her your blood?" Stefan sighed.

"No, we exchanged house keys, of course, I gave her my blood, I couldn't let her die, and she doesn't deserve to die." Damon spoke, his hand stroking your cheek.

Stefan's let out an annoyed huff, taking out his phone and texting Elena you were here, telling her that Damon gave you his vampire blood to turn you into a vampire.

"Let me guess your texting Elena." Damon grunted.

"She has to know." Stefan sighed, making Damon roll his eyes.

A few minutes later, Elena stormed into the living room, looking like she was going to kill someone.

"What is wrong with you?" she shouted, her eyes full of fury.

Damon quickly stood up turning around and staring at her.

"You should be thanking me." Damon shouted,

"Thanking you, you have no right to turn her." Elena shouted.

"She was dying Elena, I had to turn her, she was in shock, and every weak." Damon shouted.

"You are being reckless, and you could have taken her to a hospital." Elena yelled.

"Grow up, Elena, not everything is about you." Damon shouted.

"You are such a-" Elena started to say, only to get cut off from your gasp.

"y/n." all of them spoke, as you looked at them with wide eyes.

"W-what happened to me?" you asked, bringing your knees close to your chest.

"You're a vampire." Elena spoke, her voice wavering with worry.

"No." you cried, as Elena kneeled in front of you.

"You're in transition, your senses are heightened, you're emotions are high, if you don't drink human blood you will die." Stefan explained.

"No." you sobbed, Elena's hand rubbed your knee softly.

"I'm so sorry." Elena apologized.

"Shut up Elena." you snapped, making her face fall into a frown.

"Damon, turned you, he shouldn't have done that y/n, I am so sorry, I didn't want this for you." Elena cried.

"It's always about you Elena, not everything is about you." You shouted, getting up from the couch. You wanted to tear her throat out. But you couldn't do that to your best friend, you quickly ran out of the house.

Elena tried to run after you, only to be stopped by Damon and Stefan.

"Let me go." She demanded.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Elena." Stefan sighed.

"This is all your fault." She growled, glaring at Damon.

"I'll go look for her." Damon spoke, letting go of her and walking out the door.

"She hates me." Elena sobbed, falling into Stefan's chest.

~~~~

A bright light, blinded your vision. Making you put your hand up in your face, as you closed your eyes. Trying to get the pain in your head to go away.

"Are you okay, you're bleeding?" A male voice spoke, as the guy walked closer to you.

"I'm fine." You grumbled, opening your eyes again, to see him in front of you. Blocking the head lights.

"You should really go to a hospital." He sighed, as you struggled to stand straight. He quickly wrapped his arms around you, keeping you steady. Your head rested in the crook of his neck.

"I'm just starving." You muttered.

"Okay, well, there's a pub 10 miles away from here, I could take you there." He spoke.

"You're just fine." you muttered, as bit into his neck hard, drawing blood. The guy lets out a scream, trying to get you off of him, but failing when you gripped his shoulder tight. Eventually pushing you off of him. He rubbed his neck.

"What the hell?" he shouted.

You let out a dark chuckle, black lines forming under your eyes, as your fangs come out.

"Oh my god." He gasped out, his eyes full of fear.

"God can't help you." You snarled, speeding closer to him.

You pinned him against the hood of his car, arching your head back, then bringing your head down to his neck, you bit down hard, sucking his blood. His hand hitting your side, to try and get you off of him. You let out a moan, as his blood flowed down your throat. His hand went limp as you sucked him dry. You quickly let go of him, making him fall to the ground.

"It's time for payback." You growled, speeding off....

Damon let out a huff, looking at the guy you just killed.

"Damn it y/n." Damon sighed, he quickly focused his hearing on noise, picking up on a voice.

"Can I help you?" a cranky female voice asked.

"Um, my car broke down, and I need to call a cab." you lied, the woman's face lightened up.

"Come in." she spoke, she smiled at you as you stepped over the threshold.

Stupid bitch. You thought to yourself.

Damon's eyes widen as you heard your voice. He quickly sped off. Hoping he would stop you before you could hurt anybody else.

"Thank you so much." You spoke, giving her a fake smile.

"The phones that way." She spoke, pointing to her left.

You walked past her only to feel her push you against the wall, pressing her all her body weight onto you.

"Aren't you a pretty thing? Frank will love you." she grunted.

"Oh sweetie, that wasn't the smartest move to make." you chuckled, pushing her off of you, her eyes widen as she saw blacklines forming under your eyes, her face went pale as she saw your fangs.

"You're a monster." She gasped out. Making you laugh.

"Pretty rich coming from you, you're living with one." You chuckled, you smirked as you heard footsteps. Coming your way.

"I'm going to tear you from limb to limb, while your husband watches, I bet you like watching, don't you, while he hurts girls." You growled. Grabbing her by the throat.

"Please..."She choked out. As you tightened your grip.

"You can beg all you want, but it won't get you anywhere." You hissed. Arching your head back.

She let out a blood-curdling scream, as you sank your teeth into her neck. Gripping her neck tighter, as she tried to push you away from her.

"Sweetie." The familiar voice spoke. You smirked against her neck as you heard the sound of glass smash on the ground.

You pulled away from her, pushing her against the wall. You turned around to face him.

"Miss me?" you asked, as blood dripped down your mouth.

"Y-you." He stuttered.

"Me." You laughed, speeding closer to him, you pushed him hard, making him crash into the door and onto the door.

"You deserve a painful death, but you don't deserve a death. You deserve a lifetime of suffering, and I'm going to make your pathetic life a living hell." You snarled, pressing your boot against his throat, pressing hard.

"Look at you withering against away, pathetic." You growled, stomping your foot down on his throat.

You let out a laugh, as he coughed up blood. You crouched in front of him grabbing him by the throat.

"You're pathetic." You snarled, throwing him into the side of his truck.

Just as you were about to continue to walk near him, you felt a hand wrap around your waist.

"Y/n, stop this." Damon shouted, turning you around to face him.

"Let me go, he deserves this, he attacked me, he made me into a vampire, made me into a monster." You snarled, as the guy coughed up more blood.

"Y/n." Damon sighed.

"Let me go I want to suck him dry." You growled.

"Sh." Damon cooed. As your eyes blurred

"I killed someone." You sobbed, your heart aching, as you fell to the ground.

"I killed them, I'm a monster." You cried. As Damon wrapped his arms around you, pulling you up, and holding you close to his chest.

You let out a sob, as Damon held you closer.

Damon let out a huff, as he speeds away to the quarry.

Unwrapping his arms from you. His hands cupped your cheeks. Making you look at him.

"You aren't a monster y/n, far from it, you just need, and I can help you. I will help you." Damon spoke, wiping the blood from your mouth.

"I- was going to kill him, Damon." You sobbed.

"He deserved it." Damon grumbled.

"That doesn't excuse the fact that I killed two people. You should kill me." You cried.

"I'm not going to kill y/n." Damon sighed.

"Why?" you asked.

"Because I love you." Damon confessed, his lips pressing against yours desperately...

[talk-turned-2-screams]

story time!

So I was in a terrible accident back in May and I need people to know about it. I just want people to be aware and I want them to learn from my mistake.

I was on my way back from my last creative writing class for the semester and I got onto the freeway no problem but I wasn’t going straight home. My cousin and I had planned to watch Star Wars together that day (it was a Monday). I was looking forward to it too.

Anyways, its a two lane highway and I was in a downhill portion when I put cruise control on (which is important later and isn’t something I would normally do). So here I am going 80 down a slight hill and I’m not in control over the speed, the car is. I reach for my phone (next piece of the puzzle) which is in a clip on my dash board. I bring up my maps but I can’t remember my cousins address so I just look up the road that gets me there (I can remember once I get to a place but just getting to this street is complicated from where I was).

So I’m looking down typing in this street name with my right hand and my left hand controlling the wheel when I hear this gravel/pebble sound. I look up and see that the left side of my car wasn’t on the pavement anymore. Naturally, I go “oh shit” and tried to correct, but this is where physics was playing against me. 

If you remember, I said earlier that cruise control was on around 80 mph, and once my tires hit the gravel my car slowed down (due to the extra friction and lack of traction on the loose rocks). When the cruise is engaged, the car automatically accelerates when it slows down below the set speed. As I tried to correct, the car was accelerating onto the pavement, and as soon as the tires got some semblance of traction they spun out. I was sent into a sliding spin and I thought I was going to get hit by the cars behind me, but I was so beyond wrong.

I was in the left lane facing the proper direction, and now I was spinning and I crossed into the right lane looking at the cars coming at me (there weren’t very many cause 1. small town I was leaving and 2. it was 3:45 in the afternoon on the Monday after Mother’s Day). I’ve been pressing the brake trying to stop myself when I realize that my car wasn’t stopping. I was trying to gain control but then I see this curb. And this curb is kind of shaped like a ramp. It’s about 12 inches tall and angled. Wanna know what that curb was doing? Well I’ll tell you. 

It’s there to keep cars from GOING DOWN A 200 FOOT HILL.

Now where was I… Oh ya. Okay so I go over this curb. 

Ya you read that right. I went over. And as soon as I hit this curb I felt nothing. I mean I literally felt the jarring of my little acura hitting the curb. But after that I didn’t see or hear or feel anything. At the time, I had no idea I had passed out and I had told paramedics later that I was conscious the entire time (I don’t think they believed me). 

Every thing was dark and empty but I was trapped in my mind thinking. These thoughts were how I knew I wasn’t dead. And boy did I think I was going to die. I was actually waiting for the light to go out in my mind, for the thoughts to cease, for my memories to stop streaming. The singular thought I distinctly remember was, Are these thoughts going to stop? I couldn’t help it. There is no way someone walks away from this type of accident. Let alone the way I did. 

I knew there was something special when I woke up and my car engine was still running. But that wasn’t the first thing I noticed. I noticed that my radio was still playing. So my phone wasn’t broken. And it was within range of the bluetooth but I couldn’t find it. I think “Daddy lessons” Beyonce with the Dixie Chicks was still playing and it had been playing before I went over so I knew that less than 6 minutes had passed (this is how I gauge time). I saw smoke (it was from the airbags deploying) so I turned the car off immediately. 

That’s when I just look at my door. There is no way this door was going to open, yet when I pulled the handle it swung right open. And the first thing I see is the Red Deluxe album booklet on the ground and that’s when I started crying. 

Not because I felt any physical pain, but because I thought I lost all of my CDs in the crash. Later I found that EVERY SINGLE TAYLOR SWIFT ALBUM I HAD IN MY CAR WERE PERFECTLY FINE (minus a few scratches and some dirt) 

So here I am sitting on the ground in tears hugging a small booklet to my chest. I end up not being able to find my phone but I find my broken glasses (which I had just gotten the month before) and I honestly was like wow I didn’t even think about my glasses when I got out of the car. I just screamed “Help me please! Anyone!” Back in March I bought an Apple Watch and everyone I knew was saying it was a waste of money, but I beg to differ because that day it was my one connection to my family and any help. I called my dad and couldn’t control my sobbing as soon as I heard his voice. My watch was on my left wrist and as I was looking at the screen I noticed my thumb was numb and totally swollen. I thought it was broken (and I was like my no broken bone streak has come to an end). I was still able to move it and it wasn’t a splitting pain, but it was significant and I knew that if there wasn’t so much adrenaline in my system it would hurt even more. I couldn’t wait to actually get off the ground and get everything checked out.

I tried to stand up to see around me a little better (kind of hard without my glasses), but that’s when I got extremely nauseous and my vision started fading to black. I sat back down and tried to calm my breathing while talking to both of my parents and that’s when I hear this voice from the other side of the wreck and I thought, Wow the paramedics are here already? But I later learned that this beautiful soul had stopped after he saw everything happen in his rear view mirror and called 911. He slid down this hill (which was covered in poison ivy) to help me. I was able to find out who he was and thank him for taking the time to be such a good samaritan. There was something in the way he spoke that calmed me and I was able to stop my sobbing breathes.

When the actual paramedics showed up I was unable to see clearly. Everything was a very bright shade green like someone turned up the contrast all over. And then that faded to bright magenta (which isn’t even a naturally occurring color and is the absence of green) I was scared cause I didn’t think I would ever see normal colors again. But I stood up with the assistance of a firefighter and he brought me around the car once they cleared the branches and debris. I started asking questions about what was going to happen. And then of course me being me, I say, “I know this sounds materialistic but will I be able to get my stuff?” Thankfully, the guy was super sweet and he said once they get it towed and to the junk yard I will be able to get into the car and get anything I needed/wanted. I just went thank God. 

I wasn’t able to walk back up the hill. Physically it would have exhausted my body even further, and I didn’t need that. Plus I was in my Taylor Swift sneaky cat Keds and I wasn’t about to ruin those. There was this basket that they were gonna put me in to bring me up this hill. Before we started up the hill they asked if there was anything that I wanted right now out of the car. I said my phone, my purse and at the last second the cross that was hanging on the rear view mirror. I clung to that cross like it was my one thing tethering me to life. (I was nowhere near death but like still) 

They had to put me in this annoying ass collar which prevented me from moving my neck. They said it was because of the nature of the accident (because the car flipped and rolled) and they didn’t take it off till the cat scan was clear of spinal trauma. I found out later from my chiropractor that whiplash did occur but it wasn’t enough to raise any red flags. So I’m in the ambulance and I have to get an IV and I was so scared and my aunt and uncle were already at the scene following us in their car. I was so beyond the physical trauma cause all I could think was what they were gonna say or how they were going to react. I felt like I let them down somehow which I know is ridiculous but I couldn’t help it. 

SO… I get to the hospital they do a bunch of tests and then comes the worst part. I HAVE TO USE A FUCKING BEDPAN! They had to check to make sure all my internal organs were working or some shit. But I don’t have to fucking pee. plus I am toilet trained (duh) and I wasn’t about to pee in bed. The thing was I wasn’t allowed to drink or eat or get up because I had that stupid collar on and they hadn’t finished looking at the cat scan yet. So THANK GOD my nurse was awesome and just let me wait till the test was done. I was fine just a little dehydrated. 

Another nurse lent me her phone charger which was awesome. I was gonna watch tv but I couldn’t see the screen cause I didn’t have my glasses. Honestly it was the most boring 4 hours of my life. My parents and aunt and uncle were all in the room around dinner time and I was just so ready to go home and sleep. I was discharged and I was like can we get my things out of the car.

There was a fee to get in after hours but I had a laptop and other things that I didn’t want to leave overnight. So we get to the car and my mother is bawling her eyes out which I just wanted her to stay in the car but nooo she had to just be right beside me (I understood why she was reacting the way she did but I wish she would tone down her emotions in public). 

But I mean this is what we saw walking up and it doesn’t do it any justice so it makes sense she was emotional.

So we are trying to get things out of the car and there’s glass and the doors won’t open because they had to use two tow trucks to bring it up the hill and they probably had to squish things down. I’m just trying to find things and I had books and my backpack and a suitcase cause I had just come back from visiting my parents the night before and I hadn’t taken it out yet. As I’m going through my suitcase, I notice that it’s unzipped and one half is completely empty. That’s when I start flipping out cause my stuffed animal (the one I’ve had since I was 1 that I got from my late nonni) is nowhere to be found. I’m flipping out and my mom is on the other side asking what what’s wrong? Two seconds later I’m fine cause I checked the other side and low and behold she’s right there. Meow was in my arms the rest of the night and I haven’t been able to sleep without her since. I got almost everything out of the car (I even got the radio I installed). My laptop wasn’t in the car cause it got thrown from a window during the crash.

We get a call after we leave from the tow truck driver and he says he found the laptop in the manager’s office so we go back and get it. It doesn’t work cause it was THROWN FROM A FUCKING CAR (I got it to work for about a month before the logic board decided to die and I have yet to get a new one).

I get home and I just want to sleep but I needed a shower and I felt helpless cause everyone was helping me do things and I just wanted to do things on my own. I had band-aids and painkillers and an ace bandage on my left thumb and wrist to help with the sprain. I wanted sleep. I was nauseous.

As soon as I put my head on my pillow and closed my eyes, I was spinning. My head, my room, my stomach. Everything. I didn’t know what was going on and my eyes shot open. I was breathing heavily. That’s when I realized my body remembered spinning and flipping, but my brain didn’t. I was scared to sleep, and I didn’t know if I was going to get any rest.

I did get sleep, but when I woke up the next morning I felt like my entire body was a bruise. And for good reason. I went through something no one should live through let alone barely injured. The full extent of my injuries was a couple of bruises, a scrape on the inside of my left arm (which is now a scar) and glass pockmarks (which left a couple of dark spots). I had a couple of mosquito bites on my shoulders, and I still can’t believe I had no broken bones.

I know some people may think how are you here? and my only answer that makes sense is I had a guardian angel. I had someone looking out for me. There was actually a distinct space around me where the car did not cave in.

And here’s my reasoning behind this: There was actually a distinct space around me where the car did not cave in. this picture is looking from the passenger side towards the drivers side.

There is a rounded part by the gaping hole in the windshield that you can see. There where my head was. I also had no pain or bruises from the seatbelt and my legs were not injured or in pain at all.

There was something or someone that put this shroud of protection and I just cannot be more grateful for this second chance at life. I am not going to take my life for granted and I want other people to know that things are hard, but there are those that love and care and sometimes it takes a jarring life or death event to make us realize that.

[httpjoi]

New Year. New Me. {Peter Pan Imagine}

Part One  Part Two Part Three Part Four 

Peter Pan Imagine

Author: Joi A. Wade

Requested: Yeah, a long time coming 

Warning: Swearing, angsty 

Tagged: @tmrhollandkay, @ arfrona

Y/n stood there in silence for a moment, wondering in her head if this fool was being serious. Him quietly pleading to her is what put the icing on the cake as she swivels on her heel and quickly grabs Peter by his collar, roughly tugging him up to his feet. 

“Get your ass up,” She snaps, while pulling him somewhere private, and away from the eyes that gathered at the window of the coffee shop. Coming to a stop in front of an alley, Y/n wastes no time separating themselves from civilization. Once she’s pushed him up against the wall, her anger was finally breaking from the dam in her brain that she’s tried so hard not to let free. “How dare you?” 

Peter stares in shock, with a mixture of confusion, not daring to move a muscle in case she would tear it off. “I-I don’t…” 

“You have the balls to cheat on me, then ask me to marry you? You must think I’m some kind of toy, don’t you? Someone you can just toss around whenever you feel like it, right?” 

“That’s not true-”

“Then tell me why.” Peter could see the tears in her eyes, the pain they’ve held ever since that night…oh, how he wishes he could make that look go away. “Tell me why you thought it was okay to cheat, then lie to my face every night saying that I was your number one.” 

Silence filled the space between them; suffocating and thick. “I swear to God if you don’t start talking-” 

“I was afraid, alright? I’ve never been in a relationship for so long without something going wrong. When the arguments started around our second year of being together, I was sure that it was a wrap for us. So I started sleeping with Wendy…but then our third year passed, when I gave you the promise ring. Then the fourth…and now our fifth and…by then I was just…I was stuck. I was surprised we made it so far, but I was also aware of exactly what I’ve been doing behind your back, and I was stuck. At the party, I had every intention of meeting up with Wendy, I won’t deny that. But, it was only to call everything off, because I couldn’t stand doing what I was doing to you anymore, it wasn’t fair. I lost track of time, she caught me off guard and then…you finally caught us. From that moment on is when shit hit the fan and everything fell apart.” 

“Then why blame me? Why would you say that it was partially my fault that I made you do this, after I’ve been nothing but faithful-” 

“I panicked, Y/n. Never has anyone stuck with me for so long, and defended my name, and loved me. I didn’t know how else to react…and I’m sorry. None of this is your fault; I knew what kind of person I was, and I still asked you out anyway. I knew what kind of person you were dumped by, and I still asked you out anyway. I did this to you. And to ask you to marry me, I didn’t know what else to do to get your attention, to talk to you again, for you to listen to me. I’m not perfect, I-I know that for sure-”

“Peter. I never wanted you to be. I just wanted you. I didn’t care about what others said about you or what things you did in the past because you were the only person there to pick up the pieces and make me feel whole again. The person I was sure I was going to spend the rest of my life with…” 

Y/n smiles weakly as the tears, she mentally kicked herself for having, finally came cascading down her cheeks and onto the concrete. Peter wanted to hold her so badly, not even realizing he was unconsciously reaching for her shaking frame. Neither of them questioned how the hug started, they just stood in the embrace contently as they sobbed in each others arms. 

He hugged her tightly as if he would never get the privilege to hold her ever again. 

“But I was wrong.”   And he won’t.  

His eyes widened as Y/n pulls herself away from the hug, wiping her tears on her sleeves. “W-..What?” 

“I was wrong,” She shrugs, shaking her head slowly. “You were right the first time, this was all my fault.” 

“No, Y/n, that’s not-” 

“Who was I to think I could change you? To actually have the slightest faith that you couldn’t possibly break my heart, like in your past relationships. People who are close to me and care for me saw you as a red flag, and I chose to ignore them, because ‘you would never hurt me’. That’s the most dumbest, overused, cliche excuse in the book, and I only have myself to blame. It’s like I’m trapped inside someone’s fanfiction where you only get one of two endings: The good one, or the bad one. And things aren’t looking so good, if you ask me.”  

Peter stood in his emptiness, with the look of dread upon his face. He looked much older, tired, broken. The tears he never wiped away still falling down his face, as he stared at the only woman who had ever given him a chance; all he could do was cry. 

“Y/n please…I’m not the same without you, everything I’ve done was fucked up, but I’d rather live with that shame and keep you, than just let you walk out of my life-I can’t lose you, I-I just can’t!”  

“You lost me the day you put your lips on another woman, Peter.” Her words were like knives, but her expression held…peace. As if everything was clear and calm again. “I told myself in this year I would be different somehow. I didn’t know how or what was going to change, but I never would have guess it would be our relationship and…another thing. We had a good run Peter, a little bumpy, but who said life was easy?”

“Y/n, please don’t do this…” 

She hums slightly, sickeningly enjoying the look of sadness dominating his handsome features. How does it feel?  “It’s time to grow up, Peter Pan. Women won’t waste there time for little boys.” 

With that said, Y/n turns on her heel once again, heading for the exit of the damp alley. Suddenly coming to a stop, she sighs heavily, looking down. 

“Don’t…don’t go looking for me. If you love me you’ll move past this and get some help. Promise me.” 

Peter sniffles once, finally wiping the tears from his eyes. This is what he deserved, there was nothing he could do to change her mind, and he had to respect that. Nodding slowly, only to realize she wasn’t looking at him, he responds. “Only if you promise to find someone who will treat you right, this time.” 

Chuckling softly, she tilts her head to where he could see her smile.

“Third time’s the charm, right?” 

Now it was his turn to chuckle for a short moment, until his grin fell back into a heavy frown. This was it for them. Five years…five beautiful years he will forever hold in his memories until the day he dies. Never will there ever be another ‘Y/n L/n’. He only prays that the next guy lucky enough to have her, keeps her longer than he was able to. 

“Goodbye, Peter.” 

He watched her leave, not being able to say anything. All he did was wave at her disappearing back. Once he could no longer see her is when it all started to come crashing down on him. The tears, the shouts, the tantrum, it all came like a fucking truck. Peter let himself slide down the rough brick wall, sitting right back in the funk he had himself in for the past months yet again. Heaving and puffing, he reached for his phone, looking for the contact he swore he was going to erase a long time ago. Wendy

Right when he was about to hit dial, he stopped himself. What was he doing? After all that happened, had he learned nothing? 

‘If you love me you’ll get past this and get some help. Promise me.’ 

Peter did love her…and he’ll be damned if he broke another promise. Not even hesitating, he pressed ‘delete number’ on her contact, watching as an ‘are you sure?’ came right after. He had never been more sure of anything in his life. “New year. New me. I promise.” He confirmed as he lifted off the ground, and back into the world he now saw in a new light. 

He was going to change. For himself, and for her. 

Meanwhile, after Y/n had left the alley moments ago, she felt as if a whole weight had been lifted from her shoulders. It wasn’t until another weight from her lower body brought her back down to earth. 

Smiling softly, Y/n placed a hand over the growing bump she hid underneath her sweatshirt stealthily, rubbing delicate circles over the faint movement of her unborn child. She had found out about her pregnancy right after that horrible night. Call it an inconvenient miracle. 

Peter was in no shape or condition to help with the child, nor was he in good waters with Y/n in the first place. So, her only option was to keep it a secret and just…start fresh somewhere else. All part of the new year journey. After softly cooing at her stomach for brief moment, Y/n looks up into the world she now saw in a new light. ‘Only if you promise to find someone who will treat you right, this time.’

“New year. New me. I promise.” 

She was going to change. For herself, and for her child. 

[yuki-d-raizel-blog]

Hero

Chapter 9/??

Relationship: Todoroki Shouto x Reader (Your/Name), (Full/Name)

Summit: It all begin at the Sports Festival when Shouto’s other half met Endevour by mistake. The student never thought to see his partner fight against his father just to show him that he is wrong. It started from that instant, Shouto’s new path started exactly from that moment thanks to his friends and his beloved one.

— 

Fortunately, All Might is nearby and Tenya calls for him. The living legend literally lifts you up and drags you to Recovery Girl again, while Midoriya and Iida are following him, watching you anger up. You tried to escape but the hero is blocking the exit, so you stand immobile to stare at him for five minutes straight, then go back to the seat in front of the heroine and drop your hands on the table.

<<The next time I’ll fucking crush his skull against something so strongly that his bones will turn into dust…>> the student whispers evil murdering plans with a very adapted gaze, <<I’ll beat the shit out of- Ow!>>

<<It’s the same as before.>> says the old lady, <<Your muscles are too tense, I can’t pierce them, you need to relax. I don’t wanna give you more medicines.>>

<<Are you trying to kill me? Ok, I get it, I’ll relax. God fucking dammit- Ouch!>>

<<A lady shouldn’t say those words.>>

<<Grr… Am I allowed to break something?>>

<<No, you must use your hands the most less possible.>>

<<I can use my legs to->>

<<This is my office, you are not allowed to destroy anything.>> her voice is angry but when she sees the student hits the head on the table and stays like that, she pats her gently, <<Calm down, sweetheart.>>

<<Can I have my phone at least? I need music.>> Izuku takes it from your pocket, he searches the title, presses play and leaves the phone near you.

A beautiful song comes out from the speakers, an instrumental one played with violin and other instruments which blend so wonderfully together. It’s so relaxing and well written that Beethoven is a stupid in confront; the compositor selected all deep notes and when it goes to the higher ones, the rhythm doesn’t change so much, it’s the same deep, touching and relaxing song. (Y/N) closes her eyes and softly sings along.

<<It’s very beautiful, young (Y/N). Who wrote it?>> All Might leaves the door now that you’re relaxed, in fact his colleague can do her job easily.

<<Me and my mom.>> she replies with a sleepy voice, <<I love this song…>>

<<You did a wonderful job. Please tell it to your parents too.>>

<<They died in a car accident ten years ago…>> a tear is resting on the edge of your eye, <<This is the last song we composed together… I couldn’t even say sorry to her for what I’ve done.>>

<<Oh… I’m sorry, I asked something bad.>> the hero caresses your back kindly with his big hands, <<But I’m sure they are proud of you. You are strong, gentle and smile everyday->>

<<My father hated me due to my quirk… Control seven forms it’s difficult, I was little and I was training to master a new one, but I burned down the garden… and after that, nothing could grow again on that soil.>>

<<It’s a science reaction, the fire destroys brutally the ground, it takes ages to go back like it was.>> explains Tenya hoping to cheer you up a little, <<It wasn’t your fault.>>

<<Yeah, as if kids can understand that sophisticated mechanism.>> she mutters, <<My father never called me by name, never told me lovely words, never said “happy birthday” or caress me even once… My mom was my light. She was a huge fan of you, All Might-sensei.>>

<<What a big honor.>> the teacher is moved by your story, as Midoriya and Tenya, <<I wanted to meet her.>>

<<She was smiling and saying super cool things about you, she was always arguing with neighbors because her strong sense of justice…>> the girl smiles sadly, <<She taught me how to play the violin and the piano, and was during those days that I decided to become someone like her.>>

<<Can I ask why you hate Endevour so much?>> this time is Recovery Girl who asked the question.

<<Because he is like my father. I know how it feels when you’re bent and broken, how it feels when your dignity is stolen, I know how it feels when someone keeps their chains on you.>> she raises the head and rests her chin on the cold surface, <<Day after day, I defended mom from him, and when we went to a company to produce our last song, my light was taken away from me.>>

<<I see, so you should treasure a lot this song.>> the doctor starts to bandage your hands, <<You father played an instrument too?>>

<<No. Mom’s compositions were so good to be sold almost immediately, he married her just for fame, money and his ego. I feel always so bad when I go to see her… That day, was the first time I argued with her, she was too kind with that shitty husband… I’ve said bad things to her and never said sorry for that.>>

<<You were in the car too?>> Iida asks as he watches your hands be covered by bandages.

<<Yeah, but I don’t remember anything from the accident, only a truck coming towards us, a bright light and then, a few doctors were talking about permanent damages on my back with my grandparents.>> she turns off the music and opens her eyes, <<Ah don’t worry, that damage is only a scar, nothing else.>>

<<Ok sweetheart, you can go.>> Mic announced that in few minutes the next round starts, <<Don’t use them too much, am I clear?>>

<<Yes ma’am! Then->>

<<How can you talk about this tragedy smiling?>> Izuku questioned seeing you like the old days at school.

<<Because if I let this win over me, I could never be a hero.>>

—

(And here we are at another round! Fighters, get on the stage! We have the ordinary section with a psychic quirk that we haven’t seen yet! He is (choose a name)! And on the other side we have the student who is the most voted to win the festival! She fights with logic and strategy, during this event, we have seen her quirk for the first time, and damn that was cool! I’m talking about (F/N) of the hero course!)

You and your opponent stand in front of each other. Meanwhile, your brain is thinking a way to beat that guy without hurting him. It’s a little bothersome but you must stick up with it.

((Y/N), Recovery Girl reported that your hands aren’t in conditions to fight.) Aizawa’s voice brings you back to the field, (And said that you took a few medicines, do you feel to fight anyway?)

“He looks like a jerk but deep inside, Aizawa-sensei is a good and kind person.” moving the hair behind the ear, you reply with a strong nod, <<Yes, don’t worry Erased Head-sensei. I have all under control!>>

(What, you injured?! (Y/N), how?) Mic is too curious and shocked, Recovery Girl reported that to Aizawa only, and not him.

<<I fell down the stairs… Hehe.>> you admit touching your neck, <<I wasn’t pay attention. Please do not worry, I’m really fine and I can fight until the end!>>

(If you’re ok with this, then should we begin? Ready?! Go!)

The hero course student runs at full speed towards the rival, obligating him to attack for defense but the match is converted in a one-way game. The psychic boy uses his quirk to accelerate and reinforce his attacks but they are all futile, they don’t even hit the target. This situation goes for a while, until you stop and wait with your joined hands on the back, that the opponent reaches you.

(Oh, (Y/N) stopped to dodge and play with her enemy! Is she ready to end the match or she is done? Until now, she dodged everything with a majestic agility, her legs were moving so fast that she danced on the ring! Did you take meds? Your body is too elastic and agile to be numbed by them! Anyway, here we are, (name of the student) charges but (Y/N) doesn’t move!! Wait… Does (name of the student) slowing down?)

The girl closes her eyes as a punch is going to hit her, but the rival falls heavily on the ground almost touching your feet.

<<Please, take distance (Y/N).>> Midnight gets off the pedestal to check the adolescent, <<He passed out…>>

“Maybe I went too far?” you stay still and far from your comrade as ordered. “I was careful to not use it too much…” the teacher stands up and points the whip on the woman.

<<(name of the student) is unconscious! (Y/N) advance to the final round!>>

While the entire stadium is cheering for the overwhelming victory, you make a few steps forward and call the heroine.

<<Excuse me ma’am, can I do something about him? It was my power, I can wake him up. May I?>>  

<<If it was your quirk, then go ahead.>> the woman steps aside and watch over you while kneeling, rest a hand on the student’s back and free strange purple flames. “Three different forms…”

(Woah, what are those?! A new side of your quirk? (Y/N), how many cards are you still hiding?)

<<It’s a secret.>> flames are absorbed by your rival and after a few seconds, he wakes up, <<Are you ok? I apologize, I went too far.>> even with those injured hands, you offer a help to get up, <<Nice fight.>>

<<You too.>> he stands up and shakes your hand gently, <<Congratulations.>>

(These two are the spirit of this festival!! Look at them, shaking hands friendly! Give them another clapping! Oi mummy hero, say something!)

(What should I say? She never used her hands, still her victory was obvious. We don’t know how her quirk works, so as her future opponents. She charged first to move him and do what she wanted, the rest, I suppose she was using her quirk in an efficient way. (Y/N) fought with logic and strategy. As always.)

—

When you come back to the bleachers, you find Izuku waiting with an opened notebook. You smile and follow him ready to answer all his questions. Iida and Momo are trying to stop him but you first apologize for what happened before, covering yourself with an excuse. Gladly, everyone forgives you laughing and then, they sit in circle.

<<W-what is this?>> you ask a little uncomfortable, <<Maybe do I need to do something to make up?>>

<<(Y/N)-chan can you explain me what happened? Please!>> Izuku is like a leader of a fan club, <<Please!>>

<<That was my third form: Greed.>> she explains, then decides to make everything more interesting, <<But how it works?>> she touches Midoriya and he drops the pen, <<Make your guess.>> with the other hand, she evokes the purple flame from before, but this time is so tiny.

<<I can’t close my fist…>> whisper Izuku, <<How?>>

<<Can I try it?>> Kirishima stands next to you, <<Thanks- What?!>> he falls on his knees and the flame on your hand increases its volume, <<I feels dizzy and heavy…>>

<<How about now?>> smiling, the girl touch Eijiro with the fire and it’s absorbed by his body.

<<Oh!>> he jumps up, <<It’s back!>>

<<And you Izuku?>> she does the same with her friend, <<Can you close your hand now?>>

<<This form steals the energy of other people…>> he starts to write down everything, <<If she touches you, the force is stolen and the same amount is converted in purples flames. Your body is unable to move due to the huge lack of energy and when the flames are absorbed by your own body, the strength you’ve lost is back.>> he stops and looks at you, <<What was its name? I forgot, I was too focused to understand how it worked.>>

<<Greed.>> every time, every time he enters in this mode, it always makes you smile.

<<Greed, the name it’s perfect for- Ah, then the two forms you used in the cavalry battles?>>

<<This is my second form, Lust.>> you touch the ground and the flames freeze everything until you retire them, <<As you saw, it keeps going until I stop it or turn it off.>>

<<I see, so as the deadly sin, this form can’t be satisfied if is free from your control… Cool and dangerous. He has other characteristics?>>

<<Yes, but I won’t say it until I’m obligated to show them.>> Midoriya finishes to write down his thoughts and asks the last one, the lightning one, <<Fifth form, Melancholy.>> after evoking it, everyone shouts their shock.

<<Are flames and not lighting? What?! How!>>

<<I, I!>> Uraraka stands up proudly and explains how it works, and adds: <<So far, she has always the weaker forms between the seven she ha- Ah, now I remember! You touched the earring! So, this mean that you used a strong one!>>

<<What? Earring? Seven forms? Wait, wait!>> Izuku writes something again and asks for more information.

<<Did you not tell him?>> Tenya and Ochako shake their heads, <<Then, I’ve said it to them, so you guys have the right too. My quirk has seven forms that I keep sealed with this earring. It’s almost impossible for me to controlled all of them at once, so and if I take this off, probably I walk with seven fires all around me.>>

<<Amazing!!>> Midoriya writes again when you stop him on his drawing, <<Did I get it wrong?>> you explain that the seven fires are disposed in a semi-circular way upon your head, <<Oh, like this?>>

<<Yes.>> everyone pushes to see the sketch, <<This is how I look like if I don’t have the earring.>>

<<You idiot woman.>> and then Bakugou speaks, <<I’m here you know, and now I know most of your secrets. Are you underestimate me? In the finals, I’ll take my revenge.>>

<<I’m hard to take down.>> you reply, <<And you know that I have another four forms to show and use? Don’t get too cocky or you’re gonna end like our last match, yelling angry hero.>>

<<What?! How did you call me? I’ll kick your ass, you fire bitch!>>

<<Hahaha, I wanna see it if you can actually do it.>> he tried to hit you with a surprise punch from behind, but you block it successfully and easily, <<Mph, try next….>> the girl jumps from her seat holding the hand, <<You fuckin’ ugly son a bitch…>> she crouches down, <<It hurts so much, you jackass…. Fuck me, god fucking damn it->>

<<Uhm, (Y/N)-chan, your another personality is out.>> Izuku’s words bring you back, you are not alone!

<<!!>> she closes her mouth with both hands, <<N-no, I didn’t said->>

<<Pff, ahahaha! (Y/N) you’re really the best!>> Kirishima laughs, honestly amused by your reaction, <<Don’t worry, we are used to Bakugou, and you don’t need to hide from us, we are friends!>> those words are a bless for you, no one is afraid by you or your rough personality, this class is like your new home.

<<What a loser!>> Bakugou stands and goes to the stairs next him, when he’s about to say something, he slips on the ice and hits the head, <<Fucking fuck!>>

<<Watch your step…>> you’re hiding your laugh so hard, <<Izuku don’t laugh!>> everyone is doing the same, that scene was priceless.

<<You motherfucker!>> Katsuki is stopped by your smile, it’s too sly, what else did you do, <<What!>>

<<Nothing.>>

<<Stupid bitch!>> he turns his heel and walks away, without notice that his pants have a modify on the back zone.

<<(Y/N)-chan that was…>> Izuku is trying his best to not cry and laugh at the same time, so your friends. See Bakugou’s underwear was priceless, first the epic fall and then the big humiliation.

Quite evil for someone who aims to be a hero.

—Continue…

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 21.5, 22, 22.5, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, Last Chapter

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Voir Dire (alternate ending #2)

summary: some things are actually a bit different in this but y’all might hate me for this one too (read a/n)

pairings: ex!yandere!steve x black!reader ; stephen strange x black!reader

warnings: death, kidnapping, obsessive behavior, murder, mentions of vomit, OOC steve 

a/n: this one gets crazy. keep in mind, all of these endings (including the original) were outlined before i chose the OG ending to be the best fitting ending to the series. not all of the endings are happy. y’all wanted to see the alternate endings so here they are even if they rip your heart out more than the original :)

“Stephen, they got something,” Tony rushed into the conference room of the precinct and Stephen didn’t waste a second to follow him. They got to the lab and found Bailey standing by a member of his team who’s working the investigation. She was a small older woman but she seemed so nice and dedicated.

“This is one of my top analyst. Remember how I said Y/N might of left us a message?,” Bailey asks Stephen

“Yeah but she kept it short and simple. How could there possibly be a message?,”

Stephen was losing hope. He didn’t know things would turn out like this. He didn’t expect it things to go so South.

“Look at the screen,” the woman points, “It’s almost like Morse code,”

All Stephen and Tony could see were your words on the screen along with a strip of audio.

“Watch what I picked up,” the analyst said while clicking play.

“S-Stephen… you can’t h-help… there’s no m-me and you anymore. Stop looking for S-Steve. He wouldn’t h-hurt m-me. H-he.. I wish I h-had time t’explain e-everything. T-to d-do more and apologize w-with all my heart. M-me and Steve are g-going away, off the grid. I’m not m-missing. So just p-please don’t t-try t-to f-find m-me,”

Stephen just stares at the screen still not understanding.

“Notice her stuttering?,” the woman asks to which Stephen just nods, “Now while that might seem like a regular conversation from a nervous or scared woman. I’m gonna cut out all of the other audio and just highlight the stuttering,”

The analyst highlights parts on the audio and Stephen takes a seat to concentrate. Standing too long worried him, he had to force himself to sit still and listen.

“S-Stephen… h-help.. m-me… S-Steve… h-hurt.. m-me. H-he… h-had…. e-everything.. t-to d-do… w-with.. m-me.. g-going… m-missing.. p-please.. t-try t-to f-find m-me,”

“Now just let me remove the stuttering and make it cohesive aaaand here it is,”

“Stephen help me. Steve hurt me. He had everything to do with me going missing. Please try to find me,”

He stared at the computer screen wide eyed, “Play it again,”

“Stephen help me. Steve hurt me. He had everything to do with me going missing. Please try to find me,”

He smiled at the fact that you did in fact leave a message for him. He knew you wouldn’t leave him to go back to Steve. But even if you had left this message or not, how would this help them find you? There only lead was now empty.

“But how can we find her from this?,” Tony takes the words right out of his mouth.

“If I cut all the verbal audio out we can hear a passing train in the background. And someone asking what pump they were at. There’s only a select few gas stations and train stations in upstate New York by the barn you found. My guess is that he’s taking her near the Erie Canal just based off the audible landmarks,”

“The Erie Canal is huge. How are we supposed to find them before anything else happens?,” Tony asks while Stephen is trying his best to think of another way to find you but nothing is coming up, he’s drawing blanks. Now is not the time to draw blanks.

“Already sent my men out. Any idea why the Erie Canal?,”

Stephen stands up out of the chair in a flash and grabbed his jacket off the chair, getting ready to find you

“That’s where they met,”

——-

“Where are we?,” you ask Steve as you look around at the passing trees.

“Oh you don’t remember where we met?,”

“I tried to forget everything after I left,” you were out of tears. Your eyes burned from how dry they were. You’d been driving for a while now.

“Well I’m gonna refresh your memory,” he turned the radio off, “This is where we met those years ago. This is where we had our date when I asked you to move in with me. Even the place that we had planned to move after we got married. The area is so free and open. You loved that,”

“So you’re taking me here to what? Kill me?,”

“If it comes to it,”

You immediately threw up in the floor at the thought of him killing you. There wasn’t an ounce of humor in his voice, he was joking.

“You always did let your emotions get the best of you to be point you had to fucking puke,” he hit the steering wheel over and over again. You’d gotten so used to it that you didn’t flinch this time, “Now I gotta pull over it and fucking clean it,” he sucked his teeth in annoyance.

The smell was rancid as it was nothing but a bunch of stomach acid. He drove for a few more miles before finding another gas station that seemed to be empty other than the one worker.

Steve went inside to buy cleaning products. The man working watched Steve as he searched for good stuff to get not only the stain but the smell out as well. The worker looked to you and frowned when he saw you were handcuffed. His eyes widened as he looked to the little silent TV playing behind the counter and saw that you were the woman missing and Steve was the suspect.

The man tried to remain calm as he looked to Steve once he came up with all the products he needed. The man began ringing up the stuff and his eyes cut to you. Steve caught the action and arched an eyebrow before looking at the reflection in the glass behind the man that was playing the news and the story of you missing. Steve’s body hitched in laughter as he shook his head.

You knew he had a gun on him. You knew the man was thinking of a way to help you but you knew just your luck it wouldn’t be fast enough.

“That will be 21.37,” the man smiled tightly. He slowly reached for the call button and you weren’t sure what was happening but you saw Steve reach for his gun.

“No! No Noo no no no!,” you screamed and tried to break the handle off the roof

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Steve politely smiled at the man, gun now pointing at him

“You took a woman against her will, Captain,” the man hit the button to alert the police and the gun sounded off.

“NOO!,”

Steve ran out of the store and threw the cleaning supplies in the backseat and driving off

“You killed him! You didn’t have to kill him. Oh my God!,”

“If you don’t shut up you’re gonna be next!,”

“Steve, stop you’re insane! What is wrong with you?! What the fuck has gotten into you? Let me go, let me go! I hate you, I fucking hate you! How could I have ever loved you?!,”

Steve didn’t take kindly to your words. He didn’t think before knocking you out with the butt of the gun.

“Don’t lie to yourself,”

———

Stephen rode with Detective Bailey to the gas station that had sent the alert for police. The EMTs rushed the man into the ambulance and Bailey had to stop them to question him just real quick.

“He-he went that way,” he pointed North of the station, “She was handcuffed to the roof handle. Had a bruise on her cheek. Green pick up truck looked like an F-250. She looked terrified,”

Once Bailey got all the information he needed he went in the way that the man told him with Stephen.

“This place is huge, how are we gonna find them!?,” Stephen was pissed.

He felt at fault for this happening to you. Something must have gone wrong for Steve to act out like this. But Stephen didn’t have the time to think over it. He had to focus on getting you back.

“We have a couple of my men in the air. They spotted them near another barn near the woods,”

Stephen began to sweat, he hoped he got to you in time. He just caught a glimpse of the extent that Steve was willing to go to keep you, he could have killed a man. Stephen wasn’t sure if that man was gonna make it.

But he’ll make sure you do.

———

You felt your body being pulled out of the car when you woke up. You were in the middle of nowhere when he dragged you into the woods. Your head was pounding as your vision was still trying to come into focus.

You heard Steve cussing under his breath and you heard the faint sounds of helicopters in the air and police sirens.

“Can’t go that way. They’d expect the least expected,” he mumbled

“S-Steve,” you mumbled, “Just let me go, please. Just let me go and run. I won’t send them after you,”

“I couldn’t care less about them coming after me. If they do I’ll take us both out,”

You whimpered against his shoulder. This isn’t the way you wanted to go. You didn’t want to go by being killed by a man you once loved. A man who you had planned on marrying and having kids with. You didn’t want to go out that way.

You tried to push yourself away but his grip on you was too much. It was taking your breath away and not in a good way either.

“Don’t push me, Y/N,” he pushed you up against a tree, “Enjoy what few minutes you have left because by the sounds of it we’re not gonna make it,”

———

“They couldn’t have gotten far. Engine is still hot,” Detective Bailey said to himself, “Suspect is on foot. Armed. If found, proceed with caution,” he said into his walkie.

“Stephen, I’m gonna need you to stay here,”

“No!,” he protested, “I can’t just stay here. I have to be there, I can help,”

“This isn’t a field day, Stephen. I know that’s your girlfriend but she is a hostage now and we have to treat this situation with certain protocols. You showing up could send him over the edge,”

“She needs me!,” he’d gone red in the face. Stephen feared for you life and the outcome of this entire situation.

“She needs you to do everything you’re able to do so she’s stays alive, Stephen! Think about her! Think about how on edge he is. Anything can set him off and we don’t need that!,”

He knew detective Bailey had a point, he just couldn’t shake the feeling of not being there if anything happened. He wouldn’t forgive himself.

He doesn’t forgive himself now for the way things turned out.

———

“Steve, please th-they know we’re here. Don’t do this,” your breath shuttered as you felt the cold barrel press against your temple.

The officers swarmed and you saw Mel’s dad on the side lines with a bulletproof vest and a megaphone.

“Shut up, Y/N!,” his breathing seem labored as he looked for an escape.

You felt like you were about to pass out again. You couldn’t breathe, you didn’t wanna die. Not like this.

“Captain Rogers, you’re surrounded. Think about this! You let her go and we can work things out but if you hurt her we can’t help you,”

“I don’t want your fucking help!!,”

You felt the way his hand trembled with the gun in hand.

“S-Steve. Please. I love you don’t do this. I love you, I love you so much,” you sobbed. You weren’t sure where these tears came from but they added to the effect.

You looked around for Stephen but he was nowhere to be seen. You wanted to see him in case this was your last moment. Talk to him one last time

“You don’t love me! You hate me remember?!,” he pressed the gun harder to your head and you let out a whimper in fear

“I was just scared! I don’t wanna die but I don’t want them to take me away from you, please Steve. Make the right decision here. We don’t have to die. We can leave together,”

“You don’t mean that. You just want to be saved,” you weren’t sure what else to do. He was on to you. He wasn’t dumb.

“No! No Steve look me in my eyes!,” you turned to look at him and his hard glare softened, “I’ll be better! I-I won’t be selfish, I’ll love you unconditionally. I won’t complain. I promise. W-we can run away, have that wedding,” you held his face and held your forehead against his. Behind him you saw SWAT officers hide behind the trees.

“Just don’t hurt me. Don’t hurt yourself. We can’t live happily if you do that,” you wiped his tears

“I don’t know what’s going on, Y/N,” he sniffled, “One day I’m loving you the best I can and the next you’re gone and now we’re here, w-what happened?,”

His voice didn’t have that hard edge to it that it had with your time being taken. It had gone gentle and innocent. He really did seem lost and that had thrown you for a loop. It’s like something clicked back into place.

“We just made a bad judgement call,” you cry and caress his cheeks. You kissed his lips softly and it felt different and not in a bad way either. You couldn’t place your finger on it but you knew you had to do this to get out of here safely. It concerned you a bit that this seemed normal. It concerned you that you didn’t hate kissing him. It was like old times again and it made you cry harder.

“Y/N, I love you please don’t let them take me,” He gripped you tightly and was practically begging for his life. You weren’t sure what caused the change but either way, you had to get him help.

“I won’t. Just put your hands up and walk to them. I won’t let them hurt you,” he was going to listen. You saw a glimmer of hope, you had this, you were going to make it.

“Y/N!,” 

You heard the trembling voice of the one man you’d been longing to save you. You saw the way a fire reigniting in Steve’s eyes and you knew that wasn’t a good thing. It wasn’t a good thing for Stephen to be here.

Steve turned you back around and had you in a choke hold with the gun pressed back against your temple. You screamed and Steve choked you harder.

“Steve, stop this!,”

“Stephen, we told you to stay where you were,”

He couldn’t take not seeing you. He couldn’t take not knowing what was happening but now he sees the consequences of his actions.

“Back the fuck up!!,” you could feel Steve’s hand trembling with the gun in his hand and that made you worry even more. He was unstable regardless but look at him now, Stephen being here only made it worse, as much as you loved him, it was true that he most likely ruined your chance to get out of here.

“Steve, you don’t have to do this. If you love her you’ll let her go,” Stephen set his hands up to show Steve he had no weapons but Steve wasn’t stupid. He knew what Stephen could do.

“I’m doing this because I love her,” he was trembling and crying, nerves shot as he was surrounded, this wasn’t good, it never was good, “I am what is best for her and if no one can see that then I will do what I have to,” he cocked the gun and you screamed even louder

“No, no no, Steve, please, FUCK! don’t do this, please,” you couldn’t breathe, everything was going dark. If Steve didn’t kill you, the stress of all of this would, “Baby, please, I love you. Only you! Remember? No one can love me like you, this is real, gritty and gorgeous, this is love,” 

You had to use his words against him. Stephen knew your game but it didn’t hurt any less to hear you say those words.

Steve let his guard down and Stephen sent a glowing orange rope his way, but at the very last minute he moved and the rope hit you in your stomach, creating a searing gash, causing you to groan out a deep shout as you felt your dirty work uniform sopping up the blood that was now gradually coming out from your wound.

“Oh God,” 

He didn’t mean to, fuck no no no.

“He hurt you, baby,” Steve whispered in your ear. You didn’t have the energy to keep tally of who was hurting you more. You just wanted to get out of here alive and those odds were looking real slim.

“S-Steve... S-St-Stephen,” you noticed the way your vision started to tunnel.

“Steve we’ve got to get her to a hospital!,” Detective Bailey shouted, “C’mon, son, she’d bleeding faster now, don’t you want to see the woman you love survive,”

There was no bringing the old Steve back. He was long gone and whatever signs of the old Steve that you were seeing before, they’re long gone now, like ripped to shreds and burned type gone.

“She should have never left! I would never have hurt her like this,”

Your body was roaring in pain and it was fighting against everything that was telling it to just surrender and shut down.

“Steve... I,” 

Your body began to feel heavy in his arms and he started freaking out. Stephen noticed the way your body began to look limp in Steve’s grasp and he had only one way to handle this.

“If you’re gonna kill anyone... kill me,”

“S-Stephen no,” you’re gagged when Steve’s arm tightens even more, literally almost completely cutting off your air supply. He wanted you to teeter on the edge of death. He wanted you to know the power he had over you.

“It’s me you want to hurt. Not Y/N. It’s me you’re upset with because I’m with her, so shoot me!,”

“Stephen what the hell!,” Detective Bailey shouts, “You outta your mind?!,”

Steve knew he was right. He kept his tight hold around your neck and pointed the gun at Stephen. You didn’t have anymore energy to scream. You couldn’t make it.

“I’m going cold,” you whimper. Everything was painful. You were panicking, this isn’t how you wanted to go, “No no, no, I- I’m going c-cold,”

“Shoot me! Do it, fucking shoot me!!,” Stephen screamed over your crying. He need Steve to shoot the gun.

“She’s dying, might as well kill me too!,”

Steve did it. He shot the gun. Stephen was right. You were dying, what else did he have to live for? So he just shot it. What he wasn’t expecting was the way Stephen’s arms moved in an hypnotizing manner to open an orange portal and the searing pain that came through his own back.

Steve cough and his grip loosened on the gun and you, causing you both to fall to the ground with heavy weight of being damn near lifeless. Steve cough again, blood sputtering out of his mouth. He fell to his knees right beside you and fell face first, eyes meeting yours.

“My best girl,” was the last thing he said before both of you closed your eyes to succumb to the darkness that has been gradually consuming you.

Stephen ran to you in a flash and held your body close to you, slapping your cheek to try and wake you up. He could go back in time and change things, he could go back and not have come up that hill to see you. You would have made it, he should go back, but something told him not to. He could bring you back and get rid of the memory that any of this happened... but what lie would you be living? 

But look at how you died. It was partially his fault. Had he not attacked, you would have still had a fighting chance. It’s all shoulda, coulda, woulda. He should bring you back, but he knew he would be able to look you in the face and continue to love you knowing he had a hand in your death.

He had no idea what drove Steve to this stage of mania but he hated him for it. He should bring him back just to kill him a thousand times over. Stephen was so deep into his own mind that he didn’t hear the sirens or feel the officers trying to pull you out of his grasp.

He held it together when they tried to shock you back awake. Nothing worked. He could hear the screams and sobs of Melanie when Detective Bailey called her. You were her only true friend aside from her wife. Now you’re gone because of what?

You’d gone grey so fast, there were so many factors to you dying. Too many head injuries, stress and anxiety and Stephen being an idiot and attacking.

He didn’t cry at your funeral. It’s not your fault you had an insane ex, but it was his fault for not doing something about it sooner. He owed it to you to not bring you back. You wouldn’t have gone for it anyway. You always believed in “you time is your time, no matter how you go”

He had to fight himself everyday to not go again your will. 

But that didn’t stop him from going to your meadow where he’d see you running around in your field of flowers, no dark clouds, no tears, just smiles and sun.

He wouldn’t make contact though.

Even though he was the one to show you this realm... he knew you wouldn’t remember him.

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Are these alternate endings really helping anyone? i cannot help it with the angst endings... but don’t fret, i still have 2-3 other alternate endings coming babyyyy!

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RIDE ME  [ BTS JUNGKOOK ]pt.3

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Genre: angst /smut

rated mature :  but not in all the chapters

summary : if you want to and if you don’t want to, things are bound to happen and you broke the rules and run away only to find your self in a lion’s Den , jungkook a man who has every thing; power wealth and fame all together to burn your heart and existence if you moved away, in a land full of horses what could happen between both of you ,two young persons who meant to share the same dream  !

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“what’s going on Heayon “ the old woman stepped in where her daughter was standing looking outside the manor exactly where you and jungkook and bell were passing to start the tour around the ranch

“i’m just looking at jungkook he looks so tired and i’m worried about him “

“jungkook is always stubborn ,but i know what’s going on , do you think she is her

Haeyon gulped nervously never looking to her mother eyes “what do you mean ? she tried to deny what her mother wanted to say

“it doesn’t really need a genius to notice how freaking much she looks like her father

“please don’t tell jimin anything , “ Haeyon said

“don’t worry my grandson is so important to me , but one day he will know the truth and you will be the one to blame

“ i don’t care as my son is safe i really don’t care about any thing else “

-

Elisabeth was galloping and you felt amazing riding it , just like Jin said you both looked great together and you barely remembered that you were with two men as you were only focusing with the mare giggling every time she understand what you told her to do

jungkook in the other side was so quiet , you didn’t pay attention to him any way as you enjoyed the ride but you could feel the cold gaze in his eyes

and when he suddenly stopped and jumped off Black back you stopped along with bell

“what’s going on sir you’re alright “

“i need to heed back with Black he isn’t feeling well “

“but he looked great this morning when we checked all the stable’s horses

“i don’t know i need to check him

you were silent ,looking how much the master was looking to his horse made you melt it seemed like his more than a horse to him and you could now understand every thing jimin told to you before

“Bel you and y/N continue the ride and meet me later i’m going to call the vet

“yes sir , c’mon y/N we still need to check the backyard where we always do the little competition

your eyes beamed and you felt exciting it’s what you really like when people gathered around to watch the horse riding and to cheer for the favorite and talented coach

Bel made things easier as he showed you every thing and items and after checking every thing outside you followed him to a little office or something like that and when you got in you gasped it was actually stunning how much awards and medals were on the rack

“it’s all what sir jungkook and jimin made and some of the trainee who passed by this ranch

“ it’s amazing bell you said coming closer no wonder jungkook got all this great reputation

“you can make something similar this year too as we’re organizing a big competition too so work hard

“really your eyes beamed and you felt exciting finally you could let people know how talented you are

-

jungkook was on the stable the whole time even after the vet checked Black he was worried and he couldn’t leave ,and for his bad luck jimin was on the city the whole day so he couldn’t deliver the mission to any one but him

you and bell finished the tour and went to meet the other workers they were ready taking out the horses for their daily activities, and as you were going to coach you stayed there to see and learn what kind of activities they actually do and how the things is organized and you were happy as they welcomed you and asked you to step on to start your own ways and methods so they could tell you which one of the horses needs more focus ,which the best which the stubborn and which the newest

the day passed quickly and it was five pm when you were done and ready to head to rest on your room when you suddenly remembered Black and you hurried back to the stable towards the sick horse

you saw him laying down and one of the worker coming out

“what did the vet say?

“oh y/N you’re here , well i think Black got an infection and fortunately the master found about it earlier it will be alright , we will check them every time as the master left few minutes later

“he was here ? “you asked astonished

“yeah sure he never left Black they really do a great team ,well see you

“ok thank you ken

you entered and kneeled down to pat his crest “you’ll be alright ,you’re strong and so beautiful c’mon and recover so i could ask your master to let us go in an other ride

you sat down near him and started talking you didn’t know that it was already night time ,you didn’t feel the time while you took care of Black never noticing jungkook behind you he didn’t step in as he eyed you from afar too pretty to be touched

but when you finally rested your head on the metal bar he got how much tired you were , you were sleeping with your body next to Black and apparently you were there since a while

he grinned slightly and stepped towards you then decided to sit down and join you

jungkook was resting his back on the bar and you were laying your head next to him sleeping peacefully , something in you kept attracting him to come around and to be close and he didn’t really know why

it was obvious how much you hated him , he could see that on your orbs when you stare at him

suddenly the weight of your head cut his thoughts as you pressed your cheek on his shoulder ,jungkook grinned wrapping your shoulder so you could rest comfortably but he got surprised when you did follow his lead and rested your hand on his torso sleeping soundly as he offered his warm chest to you and closed his eyes

it was really quiet there so far from his own problems and the stress putted on him every day

you felt like something pure and innocent, you made him feel calm and after a long time he finally heard something he didn’t hear since ages ; his heart beat    -

next day you found your self on your bed and you didn’t know or remember how you did all you could remember was you talking to the horse ,oh god how is Black now is it ok

it was Saturday and normally people don’t work in weekend but in this ranch working doesn’t feel like work for them it was daily activities and you quickly changed and hurried to check the horse and for your surprise you saw Bel brushing Black skin

“morning you said and he greeted you back

“is Black ok now

“yeah the master was here the whole night so how can’t it be alright

it felt like a truck hitting you , so jungkook saw you here in the stable and he could be the one taking you to your room you backed up and hurried to take Elisabeth in a ride around in order to clear your mind ,just thinking of his hands touching your body made it hard and you felt dizzy  

-

the day passed on and jimin came back finally , it was the dinner time when you met him in the corridor and he gently took you into a friendly hug

“what are you doing for tonight “he asked

“oh nothing i think i will read something until i sleep “

“so boring , c’mon join me i’m going to the club let’s have some drinks

“but your master said we can’t be out after ten

“hhhhh , alone, never be out alone he said that because you still new here and today is your weekend and you can do whatever you want jungkook will never say any thing also you’re going with me so just chill and let me show you nice place in the city you will get old living in the ranch only

you giggled and went to get ready , you showered and shaved your legs as you were going to wear a dress well you didn’t bring many  dresses but the one you got for tonight was sexy , a black short dress

you put on your black heel and leather jacket on top and of course your hair was long and covering your back

jimin lips parted as he saw you ,

“gosh are you serious you’re fucking stunnig girl “

“it’s make up magic “

no seriously you look like a goddess ,my girlfriend will get jealous

“omg jimin you have one “

“sure i will let you guys meet tonight

you got into jimin car and he headed out the ranch rolling the road towards the city and it didn’t take a lot to arrive to the club

it was like any club every where

people were drinking or dancing or kissing or hanging out and as you wanted to relax you took off your jacket and joined the dancers as jimin went to greet some friends and you just started to dance swaying your curves between  many people dancing there

it was hot and you really wanted something to drink but you didn’t want to drink alone so you searched for jimin and you spotted him with a girl sitting in the corner

you hesitated to continue towards him scared that you would bother them so you turned on your heels and sat on the bar counter ordering a random cocktail

“hey y/N , someone called for you and you were slightly drunk but you could recognize him ,he was jin

“oh hi you’re here too

“of course it’s Saturday and i often come here with my friend ,and you? you came alone

“no i came with jimin and he is with some friends now

“aha you mean his girlfriend , she is so cocky and she hates the ranch a lot and i don’t know why jimin is in love with her he is too sweet to be her boyfriend

you grinned , for sure jin was drunk or he will never say all this to you about jimin when he know who jimin exactly was

you too were feeling drunk and you wanted to go home and sleep and jimin was no where to be seen

“jin when are you heading back ,

“oh do you want me to take you back home

“yeah i would like to go now

“sure let’s go

you accepted the ride home and thanked jin when he finally dropped you there

you were sure it was maybe 2 am when you stepped in the place was quiet and it sent chills down your spine because it looked lifeless but you continued your way to your room when suddenly some one appeared and from the look on his face he didn’t look pleased to see you

“why the heck jimin is not with you ?” jungkook let out he was holding back his anger as he stepped more towards you

“he was with his friend and i wanted to go home

“but not with jin ,he is not some one i trust a lot to take you home

“excuse me ! i’m not your belonging , he is nice to me and he took me back home so where is the problem

“but i already told you not to stay too much late outside

“i’m not a kid you said touching your head you wished this conversation died now so you could go sleep but the master didn’t seem to end things this early

“ i hate it when workers try to exceed rules “

“i didn’t pass any thing sir you said looking up he was too handsome to be touch but you didn’t know how and when was he that close to you so you would breath his scent

you were drunk and you didn’t know what to do as you nodded

“next time don’t make me feel worry he whispered in your ear oh god your ear

you gulped nervously this damn alcohol was making you imagining things ;things like wet lips on yours you were already kissing him back feeling every inch of his face touching yours and he kissed you deeper wrapping your waist as you gripped his nape

you both stood there few steps away from your room kissing and it seemed like a dream but when suddenly you felt how rigid his body became you knew it was the end of the dream

you slowly opened your eyes and all your eyes caught was jungkook’s back as he jogged far of you

no it wasn’t a dream !!

-

you woke up next day  feeling sick to your stomach , and all you wanted was to puke and shower it was a relief it was Sunday or you would get scolded y the master

you stopped half way to the bath room when some memories hit you and your fingers touched your lips

last night he kissed you  with hunger and you kissed him back oh god how could you look at him again after this

you wanted to hide in any where forever so when you were finally out of your room to go eat something and took some aspirin you were walking carefully so no one would notice you you didn’t want to meet him in one of the corridors

the morning passed peacefully but your mind was working

how did you do that when you hated him how did you do it when you know all that rumors about him

“y/N i finally find you jimin said coming towards you

“hi “

“i’m sorry i’m so sorry i was searching for you the whole night and when i didn’t see you i thought you go back here alone thanks god some of my friends saw you leaving with jin

“oh yeah i asked him to drop me here as you were with your girl friend

“well i’m sorry i was trying to convince her to come with me but she refused

 but please don’t do this again next time just tell me you’re leaving , i even called jungkook thinking you were home  and he went out to search for you but then i told him you were with jin so he went back

your lips parted so he was really worried about you

“sorry and thank you for being sweet to me jimin

“no problem well excuse me now i need to go see jungkook we have many works

“okay see you around

you decided finally to go for a ride and of course you hurried to the stable to bring Elisabeth, the mare was happy seeing you in front of it sight and you couldn’t stop hugging it

“c’mon let’s go for a round here just me and you

you finished wrapping the chain and were about to go out when your eyes met jungkook’s dark orbs he was wearing all black and he looks stunning ,you thought he will just continue his way and ignore you but he came towards you

“we need to talk “

“what did i do this time ?

“i just wanted to say sorry about last night he let out

“but why! what happened last night ?”you looked up in his eyes and you could see how confused he looked

“don’t you remember! “

“i went with jimin to the club and came late and sorry for that i will try my best not to do this again you said and nodded ending the conversation

“excuse me sir i will go with Lisa for a ride “you said passing by him

hating the way you lied to him and to your self but you needed that

nothing happened and even it happened it doesn’t have to happen in the first place and all people do mistakes and that kiss is just a mistake ...

[honeylikewords]

omgggggg please do getting to know/dating claire headcanons!! n maybe matt thinks he has a shot w her n he turns up to get patched up one night n interrupts their moment or smth lmao??

me, grinning like a horrible little garbage cat: so let it be written, so let it be done

OK SO claire and her soon-to-be-gf meet because her gf works at the hospital cafeteria and claire just slumps in, exhausted and says “coffee. lots of it.”

they get to talking over the months and claire is just. so pretty even when she’s tired and has no makeup and looks like she got hit by a truck. they talk and laugh and claire says “you know, you’re the only good thing left in this stupid hospital”

when claire gets fired for standing up to the hospital, she tells the girl who works in the cafeteria and says “im so sorry. i just... i can’t work here knowing they’d lie about something like this” so the girl looks claire up and down, then rips her nametag off and grabs claire’s hand and says “i’m leaving, too. if they’d do this, they’ll fuck anyone over. i quit, too.”

they both go out for drinks and get a little more tipsy than maybe they should and end up dancing together and the music goes from exciting to kinda slow and claire winds her arms around this girl’s waist and leans her head on her shoulder and starts humming along and the girl’s heart starts hammering like....oh my god she’s actually holding me!!!!

they go back to claire’s place and they sit on the couch and talk for a long time, kinda giggling stupidly because they’re both dumb and drunk and trying to hold back the urge to touch each other

but claire is a very huggy and physical person so she’s kinda talking to her friend and running her fingers through her hair and stroking her cheek and then kinda quietly says “you know, you’re too good for this city. have i told you that?” “no i’m not, claire” “yeah, you are. you’re fantastic.” and claire starts leaning in and so does the other girl and they’re just so close and their hearts are hammering and-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK “claire LEMME IN” “uuuuuuuuuugh”

claire opens her window and there’s the devil of hell’s kitchen, who freezes when he sees another person is there and he’s just.

“Oh, uh, didn’t know you had company” “that’s why you should call first, you shithead” “claire i need your help-” “fine. where’s the damage?”

“claire, can you trust this guy?” and claire looks over her shoulder and rolls her eyes, then gives her friend the softest, most beautiful smile and says “no, but he needs help, so i guess i gotta.”

claire sewing this freak up while her friend hovers around her, nervous and chewing her nails, and the devil kinda leans into claire and whispers “your gal pal there doesn’t like me very much, does she?” and claire snorts and says “yeah, no fuckin’ joke. i don’t think either of us do, right now”

“claire, i know we didn’t really, you know, handle things right and i’m sorry, but i still-” “i’m gonna stop you there, okay? just... no. i have... i have someone else, okay?” and the devil goes quiet and claire’s friend’s heart stops because does she mean someone else or does claire mean... her?

once the devil leaves, claire goes to wash her hands in the sink and her friend follows her and claire looks at her in the bathroom mirror and smiles really warmly and says “you know i meant you, right?”

“you- you did?” “if you want me.”

“....i do.”

OF COURSE claire is a sarcastic person but she really opens up and softens around her gf and they’re so cute together- they’re both private people but they like the fun of PDA like giving each other sweet little kisses and holding hands and sending each other pictures 

getting texts at 5 am when claire wakes up and she’s making a silly face, no makeup, just sticking her tongue out and it’s captioned “aren’t i so attractive?” to which her gf replies with an even SILLIER face and says “way more than me” and they get into a compliment war

chinese food and bad cable movies night where they curl up together and make comments about the idiots on the movies (”oh johnny, howEVER will i live without you?” claire snorting “OH PATRICIA, WE’RE SOOO IN LOVE EVEN THOUGH WE ONLY MET THREE DAYS AGO”)

they kinda joke about being married until one day they’re out at the park and claire looks over and says “hey. you know, it’s, uh, legal now, right?” “.....what do you mean?” “us. married.” and her gf freezes for a second until claire pulls out this really simple little gold band and she says “i know it’s not much but it was my mom’s and i was thinking maybe-” “YES.” “really?” “YES YES YES!”

a small but warm wedding of friends and some family (claire’s father and mother passed away a while ago so it’s a little limited with family, but loads of friends) and it’s just. the happiest day of their lives

IM SORRY I LOVE CLAIRE TEMPLE IM SORRY